Claires Awakening 13 Punishing Pupils
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"Are you getting this?" Claire shouted from the top of the rickety abandoned platform.
"Claire, trust me, I'm recording your every step."
"OK, just keep it aimed at me, and don't stop, no matter what happens."
"All right, all right, but be careful up there."
"Geez, Zach, sometimes you sound just like my dad. Just do what I ask, OK?"
Zach zoomed in on Claire as she stood on the dilapidated walkway. He was expecting her to drop something onto the sun-harded Texas soil below, but he was totally unprepared for what actually happened. Through the viewfinder, he watched in horror as his best friend suddenly climbed over the rail, and with no hesitation threw herself into space, landing with a sickening thud in the hard dirt.
"Claire," he screamed, running toward her twisted and broken body. Even in his panic and despair at having witnessed her apparent suicide, Zach kept his word and didn't stop recording. As he neared her body he was amazed to see Claire starting to lift herself off the ground. By the time he got to her, she was on her feet, woozy but very much alive. Zach was sickened when he saw the damage the fall had caused. There was something obviously wrong with her shoulder, and it looked like some ribs were poking out of the side of her cheerleader sweater. Zach felt a wave a nausea roll over him as he realized how badly she must be injured internally.
Zach continued recording, knowing that for whatever reason, she wanted every moment of this insanity preserved. He felt himself getting dizzy as he watched Claire push her dislocated shoulder back into place, shrugging off the obvious pain. She lifted her sweater to inspect the damage to her ribs. Zach almost fainted as he watched her ribs retract back inside her chest, and the jagged holes in her skin began to heal themselves. He continued watching, unable to speak or move, as the cuts and bruises on her face and arms began to heal in a matter of seconds.
Now Zach understood why Claire had been acting so weird the last few weeks. His best buddy, the cute little Texas cheerleader that he had known since middle school, had turned into some kind of freak. "How... how'd you do that," he squeaked, his voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old.
"I don't really know, Zach. I've jumped off that thing twice, I've stabbed myself, left my hand on the stove until I could smell the flesh burning, but every time, I just heal up."
"Does anyone else know you can do that?"
"No, and that's the way I want to keep it. I trust you more than anyone else in the world, and that's why I wanted you to be here today. Now, give me the tape."
"What? Claire, this is amazing. We should sent this tape to every news network and post it on the internet. You need to share your gift with the rest of the world. Maybe there's something unique in your genetic makeup that could..."
"Could what? Be used to help other people patch themselves up? Zach, I don't want to end up in a lab somewhere for the rest of my life, being poked and prodded. Until I get a better handle on what's happening to me, this has to stay a secret. Don't you see that?"
"I guess so," Zach muttered as he ejected the cartridge from the camera.
"You're the best friend I've ever had, Zach, and I know you'll look out for me." Claire reached up and gave Zach a peck on the cheek as she took the tape from his hand.
"OK, your secret is safe with me," he agreed reluctantly. "Best friends forever, right?"
Claire may have thought of Zach as just a friend, but Zach's feelings toward her had grown from friendship to infatuation as they had passed through adolescence and into their teenage years. Now, he was sure he was in love with her, but he had been unable to bring himself to tell Claire how he actually felt. He had decided that if he couldn't have her as a girlfriend, having her as a best friend would have to do. But that didn't stop him from masturbating almost every night with images of his favorite cheerleader flashing before his eyes.
Over the next few days, Claire tried to act as if nothing unusual had happened. Zach went along; if she wasn't ready to talk about her ability, or gift, or whatever it was, he wasn't going to push her. He waited patiently as she tried to live her normal life as a bright, pretty high school cheerleader.
But a week after her spectacular dive, Claire stopped him as he was leaving school. "Can you wait around for me until practice is over? I need your help again, to explore another aspect of my... abilities."
"Sure, I'll wait. It's not like I have a life anyway. I'm just another lonely, unloved nerd. Now, if I had a cheerleader for a girlfriend..." Zach couldn't believe he had just said that. It was a close as he had ever come to expressing his true feelings. But Claire dismissed it as another Zach joke.
"Well, aren't you having a nice little pity party. Cheer up, Zach, you might find today's project to be a little more enjoyable than the last one." She stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss, a real one this time. It was short, but oh so sweet, and unexpected. Zach knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he didn't care. As usual, Claire knew how to make him smile even when he was trying to be miserable.
The cheerleading coach didn't like a bunch of horny teenage boys standing around watching practice, so Zach found a place under a tree on a hillside overlooking the field where the squad was warming up. He pulled a book out of his backpack and pretended to read as Claire and the other cheerleaders ran through their routines for the next hour. He didn't want to seem like a pervert, just sitting in the grass and watching the girls do their leaps and splits, but it was hard not to stare at their nubile, tanned, tight young bodies going through their paces.
Even at a distance, it was easy to spot Claire. She was the shortest one on the team, but her legs were full and well-muscled, as opposed to the skinny, more stylish legs of the other girls. Claire was the most athletic member of the squad. While the other girls focused on getting the synchronized movements and steps of the routines correct, Claire concentrated on handsprings and back flips. And she was the one who the four male cheerleaders used to practice their lifts and throws. Zach felt his usual pangs of jealously as he watched those lucky guys putting there hands in places on her body that he could only dream of touching. He thought briefly about trying out for the team next year, but realized that was about as likely as him making a trip to Mars.
After practice, Zach hung out by the locker room, waiting for Claire to come out. When she did, they headed home, Zach slowly riding his bike while Claire walked alongside. "Hop on?" Zach offered. That's how they had gone home together frequently when they were younger, Zach pedaling furiously while Claire perched precariously on the handlebars. But last year she had stopped doing that, preferring instead to walk beside him. She said it was easier to talk that way. Their daily chats were very important to her, she had told him, her way of decompressing from high school. "Sometimes I feel like you're like my real-life diary, Zach. I hope you don't mind," she had told him once. "Most guys would be trying to charm their way into my heart, or my panties, but you're just a really good listener. I feel like I can tell you anything."
Of course, what Claire didn't seem to notice was that Zach very much wanted to be one of "those" guys, but he still lacked the social skills and self-confidence to express his true feelings. But, as in some fairy tales, good things do come to those who wait patiently. Zach didn't know it, but this was to be one of those days.
Claire was quieter than usual. Zach had expected her to be chatting away about the project she had recruited him for, but after a few blocks he began to wonder if she was having doubts about having exposed her secret ability to him. He tried to reassure her. "Hey Supergirl," he teased, "when are you gonna start wearing a cape?"
"This is serious, Zach. I was hoping you would understand that."
"Uh, I do, Claire. I'm sorry. Hey, what's the plan today? Where are we going?"
"My room."
"Huh?" Zach knew that Claire's parents had a strict 'no boys in your room when we're not home' rule. Zach knew the rule applied to him also, regardless of how much Mr. and Mrs. Bennet liked him. "Won't your parents... ?"
"There's nobody home. I've got the house to myself for a couple of hours."
"I didn't bring my camera today. Is that OK?"
"No prob. This isn't something I want recorded anyway."
When they arrived at the Bennet house, Zach stashed his bike in the back yard, already feeling a little guilty about sneaking into her room. Claire opened the back door, and led him up to her room. As soon as they were inside, she shut the door behind her and locked it. "I just don't want us to be disturbed," she explained. "Zach, you're my best friend in the world, and you would do anything I asked, right?"
"Of course, Claire. We had this conversation the other day, right? Like I told you, you can count on me to do whatever you want, and to keep your secret."
"Good, I just wanted to be sure you still felt the same way. I'm sure that what you saw the other day was kind of a surprise, and if I scared you, I apologize. But I feel a lot better now, knowing that somebody else knows about me, and that I'm not delusional or something."
"No delusions, kiddo. I definitely saw you hit the ground, and saw what it did to you. And the way you just..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Zach, how much to you like me? I mean, we're friends and all that, but... do you like me as a girl?"
Zach hadn't seen that one coming. He started to laugh it off, but the stern expression on Claire's face stopped him. She was serious, and he knew she was expecting a serious answer. Besides, it gave him the opening he had been waiting for. He swallowed once, gathering his courage, then opened his mouth, and his heart.
"Claire, I've been in love with you for a long time now. I've... I've just been afraid to say anything."
Zach cringed, expecting Claire react with anger, or even worse, laughter. But instead, she smiled at him and said, "So, you wouldn't mind if I asked you to have sex with me?"
Zach's mouth moved, but no sound came out. When he finally recovered, he started babbling. "You mean... you want me to... wait a minute, is there a hidden camera in the room? Is this a joke? Is this some kind of cheerleader initiation, making a fool out of the nerd?"
"It's not joke, Zach. I really want you to do me. It's all in the interest of science, of course. Think of it as an experiment."
"Huh?"
"Just trust me, and follow my lead, OK? This has to do with my... gift."
Claire stepped toward him, and Zach had no choice but to wrap his arms around her. She raised her head, and for the second time in that wonderful day, he kissed his best friend. This time, it was a longer, more relaxed meeting of mouths. Zach was just beginning to feel at ease with the feel of Claire's lips on his, wondering if it would be OK with her if he slid his tongue into her mouth, when he was shocked to feel her hand grasping his erection. He had been trying not to push against her down there; he was embarrassed by how quickly his manhood had risen in response to her question, and the warmth of her body against his. But her hand was rubbing against him insistently, as if to insure that he was ready for her "experiment".
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OccupationsI have two brothers, Bobby who is 15, and Chris who is 14. All three of us were like a spitting image of our dad, with the exception of Bobby having ear-length blond hair and my mother’s green eyes, and Chris having short, ginger hair inherited from Mom’s mother. And they are not nearly as badass and attractive as I am. Well, it was November, and those two little brats played a highly amusing prank on me at school. I acted like I was cool with it, but I really wasn’t. I resented the fact...
“So, um… Chad?”“Yes, Ashley?”“I’ve been thinking. You know I have a boyfriend, and you might be the only one that might listen to me. This is kind of a confession.”“What?”Now, let’s pause right here. A myriad of thoughts were running through my head at this point in time.Like:“Why me? Ashley doesn’t even talk to me much. What could the confession be?”I got the answer swiftly.“Chad… She told me you packing a little, huh?”I cursed to myself.“I should have known. As close as you two are... I...
AnalAs I sat in the lounge with Aunt stood in front of me in her underwear, and listening to her explain that everything would be fine and not to worry, I hadn’t realised that time had passed quickly as I looked at the clock on the fireplace shelf, crikey I blurted, its 12.30pm, if I don’t leave soon Mother will be wondering where I’ve got to,I think I should just get dressed and leave now I said.Oh nonsense “Brian” declared Aunt Sheila, and besides your trousers and ‘Y’ fronts are in the washing...
She was creating quite a stir. She always did. Amongst the endless sea of blonde, half-naked college lovelies gyrating tothe pounding hip-hop with her, she simply stood out. It wasn’t that she was tall, with full breasts and slim hips. It wasn’teven her long, wavy black hair, or the way her legs seemed to end somewhere in the vicinity of her throat. It was far lesstangible than that. Perhaps it was the way she danced; uninhibited, pornographic, alone. No matter how many bodieswere pressed...
Occasionally in passing you have seen a few different women go in and out my apartment. Today, you had to sign for a FedEx delivery for apartment A12; addressed to Allison. A few minutes ago, you saw a girl bounce up the stairs and enter the apartment, so being a good landlord, you thought you would just go up and drop off the package. You knocked on the door, I forgot to close it all the way, and it slowly creeks open on the first knock. You creep in holding the package asking if there is...
Liitle Secret. By Sweet Renu Dear readers I am not new to this site. Previously i have contributed to this site. After a long time I am gain here at the disposal of loving readers. I thank all very uch for the encouragement given by hem. Now with a new venture. I went to Vijayawada for my Anand annayya’s marriage. (peddamma koduku). He only took my virginity wheni was 17 years. I went 1 week before the marriage. That day my self anand’s own sister Jaya were alone at hme were as all the people...
"Yes, Ashley?" "I've been thinking. You know I have a boyfriend, and you might be the only one that might listen to me on this topic... since you look at it every day. This is kind of a confession." "What is it?" Now, let's pause right here. A myriad of thoughts were running through my head at this point in time. For example: "Why me? Ashley doesn't even talk to me much. What could the confession be?" I got the answer quickly. "Chad... Becky told me you packing a little,...
Copyright © 1997 and 2002, Phil Phantom Cindy saw that the door to my bedroom wasn't all the way closed, so the knock-before-entering rule did not apply. She opened the door and said, "Mom, I... MOM! I jumped to place my back to the wall and yanked-up the bathing suit I was stripping out of, crying, "Cindy! GET OUT!" Ignoring the order, my curious sixteen-year-old marched in, saying, "Mom, what was that?" With the suit clutched in place but not tied, I said, "That was none of your...
Thursday morning, right after dad left for work Mandy came into my room, she was crying, “what’s wrong? I asked.” “Dad came into my room again last night. I was horny, I was about to get up and go to your room so you could make love to me. At first, I thought it was you that came in, but I soon found out, by the smell of alcohol that it was Dad. I pretend to be asleep. He stood over me for a while before he pulled his Sweatpants down and off. He played with himself until he was hard. He...
Emily grew up with a rich family she was spoiled by both her parents, as she was spoiled by money, love and greed. She made very few friends cause of this as it was really hard for her to connect with someone outside off her family of corse. On the other hand her sister grew up to become popular, more popular then her as her sister had even challenged her at times. Emily became spoiled, as her sister become popular it was a rivalry between both of them. Emily however has a hidden secret that no...
Todd even surprised himself, but yes he had just asked Claire, “Please will you spank me.” Claire and Todd live just a few houses apart in the Suburb, Claire in a house in a quiet road and Todd in a house in a Close opposite, just about 50 yards apart. They had been friends since he was ten and she was twelve, and when older were never boyfriend and girlfriend in that sense but a boy and girl who were firm friends. Todd had several male friends but no other girls as friend’s and was reserved...
(All characters are at least 18 years of age) Word count = 16K ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm not even sure where, to begin with, this story about my life. I guess I should start at the point things went from normal to just plain crazy! It began the night of my 18th birthday. Well, maybe crazy isn't the correct word to describe my family, but abnormal wouldn't be a stretch. It all started when I was a senior in high school. The school was about to get out for the summer, and...
CLAIRE KENT, ALIAS SUPER-SISTER: THE BOY FROM GOTHAM by BobH (c) 2011 All characters herein are the property of DC Comics. This story is a sequel to the following tales, which are also available here on fictionmania: 1/ CLAIRE KENT, ALIAS SUPER-SISTER: THE BEGINNING 2/ CLAIRE KENT, ALIAS SUPER-SISTER: THE RETURN OF SUPERBOY *********************** Prologue: The small, blue and red rocketcraft arced through the cold, lifeless void between the stars, its tiny infant...