An All American Teenage Sex Life II Sophomore SeasonChapter 13
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SUNDAY, MAY 26, 1991
My Sundays are my own. Well, my Sundays are supposed to be my own.
Oh well.
My family actually skipped church. Mom and dad were hosting their annual Memorial Day party the next day. I had to do some cleaning up around the yard, and set up the volleyball poles and net for the party.
At lunch, I got to catch some of the Indy 500 on TV. I missed the end of the race, but Rick Mears won his third Borg-Warner Trophy.
Dad had plans for me in the afternoon. The weather had been nice this spring, so our first cutting of alfalfa was ready for baling.
Dad drove the cabless 2510 John Deere, pulling an old-fashioned baler, with a rack trundling along behind it.
I donned heavy leather gloves and rode the rack, stacking three loads of heavy bales before we called it an afternoon. Dad would use the stacker on the rest of the wind rows of hay next week.
Beast had reminded me Saturday night that he would be busy with his sister’s graduation party, so he couldn’t take me to Deedee’s older brother’s party.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Jake?”
“Can I ask a favor?” I said shyly.
“What’s that?”
“Can you or mom drive me to a graduation party for about a half hour? Deedee’s brother is graduating, and she invited me,” I asked sheepishly.
“Well, you did a nice job with this hay,” he nodded, looking at the healthy stack in the center of the open barn. “I’ll take you.”
“Thanks,” I smiled.
Dad put the tractor and the baler away while I headed to the house for a much-needed shower.
I was amazed again at how much of a farm field I could carry with me into the shower. The floor of it was almost black with dirt and tiny alfalfa leaves.
I dried off and got dressed. Mom wanted me to eat at home with the family, so I hung out for spaghetti. As usual, I knocked out any chance at leftovers with my voracious teenage appetite. I’d worked my butt off. I was hungry.
“Your dad tells me you want to be dropped off at a graduation party?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “Deedee’s brother. It’s at their house.”
“Ah,” she said, stabbing a homemade meatball. “Things going well with her?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said flatly, not wanting to get into it.
“Will you see each other much this summer?”
“Well, she’s a lifeguard at the pool, so, I guess,” I hedged. “Plus she’ll be at all the baseball games.”
“Your season is about half over,” mom reminded me.
“Yeah,” I said absently.
“And how is Shelby doing?” she looked at me pointedly.
“Fine. I guess,” I said in a little irritation, not wanting to get into that either.
“Well, just remember, you can always talk to us,” she smiled.
“Doesn’t seem like I could avoid it if I wanted to,” I grumped.
“Now, Jake,” dad admonished lightly, “Your mother is just interested. That’s all.”
More like nosey, but I knew better than to let the thought form words. I got up to end the meal.
“I know.”
“Well, which of us did you want to drive you there?” mom brightened.
“It doesn’t really matter,” I shrugged, putting my plate and fork in the dishwasher.
“Than I’ll take you,” mom smiled.
At about 6:45, mom and I piled into her Thunderbird, before she had a change of heart.
“Why don’t you drive, Jake. Josh isn’t coming along.”
We switched spots and she handed me the keys to her silver baby.
I started it up, and it was awfully quiet compared to my girl. It only had a V-6, but it was sleek and modern, with all the bells of whistles of the time. Plus it looked pretty sexy.
I started off toward the town about eight miles east of us, where Deandra lived.
“Sorry to pry at the dinner table about things,” mom apologized. “It’s just that we want to know how you’re doing.”
“I know,” said quickly.
“You had barely told us you were dating Melody, and things were already very serious.”
I just nodded, not wanting to repeat myself.
“I’m sorry your cousin brought her sister over. That wasn’t very thoughtful of her,” mom shook her head.
“Um, it’s OK,” I gave her a quick look, struggling to remember what the counselor had told me in January. What were the words she used? Something about a better place.
“I’m, um, in a better place. It just shocked me at first.”
She nodded in understanding.
“Still, she should have assumed that would be awkward.”
“She might have and then did it anyway,” I said slyly. “She might not be the goody-two-shoes girl you think she is.”
“She’s a sweetheart, Jacob,” mom said sternly.
I hazarded another wide-eyed look at mom, taking my eyes off the road.
“I don’t mean to be rude, mom, but she has you all fooled. She’s not evil, but she ain’t no angel either.”
“She’s had it very hard, Jacob,” mom said in a quiet tone. “Imagine if you’d lost your father when you were three.”
She had a good point. I’m sure that it would have changed me fundamentally. Both of my parents were part of the solid foundation of who I was as a young adult, and who I would be when I grew up. But still, I don’t think I’d have become quite the manipulative schemer Natalie was.
“I don’t like to imagine that,” I said a little defensively.
“I’m sorry, of course not, dear.”
I grabbed a parking spot on a busy street, double checking my invitation. I’d never been to her house before. This was it. The Vant Hull’s had a nice ranch-style home.
Mom grabbed a paperback book out of her purse.
“I’ll just wait here.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” mom smiled.
A good number of people were inside the Vant Hull home, with some spillage into the garage. Fortunately, Deedee was in there waiting for me as I walked up.
She absolutely sparkled, grinning ear-to-ear, all of her red hair down around her shoulders. Her dimples were in full effect, and her deep blue eyes had a twinkle as she hurried over to me.
“You came!” she gushed, giving me a chaste hug.
“Well, when a pretty girl finally invites me to her house,” I gave her a lopsided grin.
She sucked in her breath nervously. “OK, you have to meet everyone.”
And meet everyone I did. Her older brother Brent was there for a manly handshake. I congratulated him on graduating. The big fella would be headed to a college about an hour away to play football. He’d be an offensive lineman.
Aunts, uncles, grandparents and Jim and Debbie Vant Hull made me feel fairly welcome, without too much embarrassment. Jim Vant Hull was a towering, big bald man. I could see where his son’s size came from. Debbie Vant Hull was a shorter, buxom redhead like her daughter, with the thicker waist and backside that comes with middle age. It appeared the only thing Deedee inherited from her father was her cheek dimples and bright eyes.
I was, of course, asked multiple times if I had eaten. It’s a Midwest thing. I politely had some cake and ice cream to bring a halt to that. Deedee fairly twirled me around the party, showing me off after the snack.
Finally, I was allowed a moment free as Deedee was called off to get something from a freezer in the basement. I found a couple of Brent’s friends, including Clutch gathered in the garage.
“Jake Parker, right?” Clutch smiled with a low-five. “Quite the show at the party last night.”
I hadn’t really thought about what consequences that particular scene Morgan had caused might have later.
I shrugged. “Girl drama.”
“You’ll have that when you’re mixed up with too many of them all at once, Parker,” Clutch laughed.
“Very true,” I nodded in agreement.
“What are you boys laughing about?” Deedee quizzed from behind me.
“Boy talk,” I grinned back at her.
“Very funny,” she cocked her head to the side. “Come with me,” she demanded, putting my hand in hers.
She led me through the house, taking me to her bedroom, but very obviously leaving the door open.
She sat down at the foot of her bead with a soft bounce, and patted a spot next to her.
I grinned and sat down beside her, letting her take charge of things.
“So, last night was fun, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess, I had a good time other than Morgan goin’ all psycho and Shelby drinking too much,” I chuckled.
“Yeah,” she chuckled lightly. “About that...”
“What? What part?” I asked.
“The part with Marcy Macke,” she looked down shyly.
That old sense of dread came over me.
“I don’t know what to say. I don’t have an excuse or an explanation for that,” I shrugged. “But I certainly didn’t cheat. She stuck her neck out to defend me on that.”
“No, it’s not like that,” she looked back at me. “I just, I guess I knew things about you and Melody, but I didn’t know THAT.”
“Well, I didn’t think anyone else knew THAT,” I said with a faraway look. “And I don’t know how in the world Morgan found out. I hope you’re not upset, but I couldn’t tell you that. That was just for the three of us.”
“No, not upset at all. Just worried,” she said, looking down again.
“Worried about what?”
“That,” she emphasised. “I hope you don’t expect that kind of thing from me.”
“OH! No. Gosh, no,” I held my hands up defensively. “I don’t expect that kind of thing. I didn’t expect it when it happened. I was, um, I was sort of blindsided by that, so to speak.”
“How did all that work?”
I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that.
“Um ... Let’s see,” I hedged, thinking back. “We were using Marcy’s bedroom for sex at the time. We had sex a lot in the summer, but it all dried up when school started. We didn’t have anywhere to get together anymore. Thankfully Marcy offered her room to us.”
Deedee tilted her head, taking in every detail.
“We’d been there a few times when, um, Mel had me put a blindfold on.”
“A blindfold?” Deedee grinned. “Kinky.”
I blushed a little at that. “That’s nothing,” I said flatly, finding my courage again.
Deedee blushed a deeper red than I did.
“Where was I? Oh yeah, blindfold. So, she put that on me, and um, before I knew it, I was actually with Marcy, but Melody was right there.”
Deedee took that all in, mulling it over.
“So how did that work then?”
“How did what work?” I asked.
Freckles on top of freckles, she got even redder.
“How did all that work, you know, physically?” she whispered shyly.
“Oh!” I lowered my tone. “You want details?” I asked skeptically.
She nodded with a enthusiastic grin.
“Oh, well details,” I said softly, thinking back once again. “OK, Mel and I got started with oral before the blindfold. Then she put that on me, I complained and I didn’t want to, of course.”
Deedee giggled at that.
“Then she opened the door to the bedroom, I could tell. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but it was to let Marcy in. I should have known, because I heard clothes coming off. And I should have guessed when she was putting a condom on me.”
“Why?” Deedee asked quietly.
“Oh,” I blushed, wondering if I was revealing too much. “Melody was on The Pill at the time.”
Deedee’s eyes got big. “Oh, OK,” she nodded.
“Anyway, she was on top, and Mel was right next to her, so I couldn’t tell from her voice, but I could tell when I was inside her.”
“Wow,” Deedee whispered absently.
“So then I knew something was up, and I reached out next to the bed and felt Mel standing there, so I knew instantly someone else was on me. I pulled the blindfold off, and found out what was going on.”
“So then you stopped?” she quizzed.
“At first,” I drawled, with a guilty grin.
“So then what happened,” she husked, seemingly uncomfortable in her seated position.
“Well, once I calmed down and everyone was OK with it, I figured I was already balls deep in Marcy, so we got back to it.”
“We?” she asked softly again.
“You really do want details, don’t you?” I teased, tickling her lightly.
She giggled in a deep red blush. “Yes, I guess. Tell me how it worked.”
“OK, um, so Marcy and I started up again, and Mel climbed onto my face so I could eat her out.”
I left it at that for a moment.
“That’s it?” Deedee tilted her head.
“Pretty much,” I shrugged. “After Marcy and I finished, Mel and I had another long round. Marcy watched us from her desk, but she didn’t join us after that. It ended up being a one-time thing.”
“And that was it?”
“And that was it?” I repeated in exasperation. “That’s pretty momentous for a 14-year-old guy.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she blushed. “I was just wondering.”
“What were you wondering?” I teased.
“Did the girls, you know? Did they do anything?” Deedee was bright red from neck to forehead.
“Nope,” I said flatly. “I was mildly disappointed, but, you know? Two girls at once and all.”
“OK,” she brightened, seemingly free of the spell of my story.
“We should get back to the party,” she offered.
“And that was it?” I teased again. “That was all you wanted to know?”
“Yeah,” she said softly, giving me a big smile as she stood up.
“Wait, I have something I want to say,” I said softly.
She sat back down nervously.
“Oh, it’s nothing bad,” I reassured her. “I just want to thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“Yeah,” I looked into her eyes. “Thank you for being so understanding. About everything last night.”
She smiled at me tenderly.
“That was all a lot for a girlfriend to take at once,” I admitted, scratching my head nervously. “And you were very understanding about Shelby too.”
Her smile dropped a little at that, but she regained it.
“She’s always been your best friend, since like Kindergarten, so I don’t see her as a threat,” she shrugged.
“You don’t have any threats,” I leaned toward her.
“Hah!” she chuckled. “You have no idea.” She shook her head at me.
“What? You are the only girl for me.” I nodded.
“Oh, I believe you, for now,” she smiled. “But I watch other girls around you, and I know things they’ve said about you before we were dating. More than one girl would love to take you away from me.”
“That might be. But I hope you know I do really like you,” I said in earnest.
“I know,” she affirmed, tapping me on the chin dimple the way only she did. “It’s going to be a lot of work to hold onto you.”
“No it isn’t,” I shook my head. “I have no plans to be with anyone other than you for a long time.”
“I believe you,” she repeated. “But we’re just 15, or you’re almost 15. Things don’t always last forever.”
Her talk of almost impending breakup was killing the mood for me. It made me feel a little down instantly.
“But we do have things to look forward to,” she grinned, sensing my morose mood.
“What’s that?”
“December 6th,” she teased with a smile.
“Your birthday?” I questioned.
Now it was her turn to tickle and tease me.
“I’m probably not going to make you wait that long,” she leaned in, breathing into my ear. “But that’s when I go on The Pill.”
“Oh!” I half-whispered in sudden understanding. “Very nice,” I grinned.
“So there,” she wiped her hands together and stood up sharply. “Something to look forward to.”
Something indeed to look forward to.
She led me out of her bedroom and back to the garage. I checked the time and let Deedee know I needed to get going.
I bid her family goodbye and she gave me a chaste hug in the driveway.
I hopped back into the T-bird, ready to head home.
“You look like you had a good time?” Mom looked up from her book.
“I did,” I affirmed without offering much else.
“Well, you have a big grin to show for it.”
“I guess,” I shrugged.
“She IS cute, I guess,” mom said with a hint of dismissal.
“I wouldn’t be dating her if she wasn’t, mom,” I gave her a look, as I turned for home.
“OK, just know that someone else isn’t going to wait forever for you.”
I didn’t really want to get into this, but mom was getting under my skin a little, regardless of her offer to let me drive to Deedee’s.
“Look, mom, I know you want to play cheerleader because the families are close, but Shelby and I are close friends, and we might not ever be anything else,” I put a little starch in my speech. “You might have to get used to that idea.”
“Jacob, I would never interfere,” she practically apologized.
“I like Deedee,” I said defensively. “She’s a pretty darn good girlfriend, and she’s totally OK with my friendship with Shelby. It hasn’t always been that way, you know.”
“I know,” mom backed down a little, getting quiet for a moment or two.
“You know we just want you to be happy, and we’d prefer things not get too serious too fast.”
“I’m pretty happy these days, mom,” I smiled, taking my eyes off the gravel road for a moment. “Sports are going well, I have good friends, a nice girlfriend and you and dad don’t hassle me too much.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and got a real laugh from mom.
“Well, that’s good to hear, Jacob.” Mom warmed with a chuckle. “We don’t always know what you’re thinking, so that’s good to hear.”
I drove home the rest of the way in relative silence. Mom must have heard what she wanted to hear.
When we got back home, I wanted to make a phone call. Even though I knew I’d see her tomorrow, I figured I better check in on Shelby.
I dialed the phone and dragged the long cord into my room, shutting the door and sitting down on the floor in front of it.
Laura Ray picked up the phone, as usual.
“Hi, Jake. How are you? Shelby hasn’t been feeling the best today. Something she ate, she thinks.”
I stifled a giggle. “Oh, that’s too bad. Is she not up for a phone call?”
“Since it’s you, let me go ask her,” she said warmly.
A good minute went by before I heard a thing.
“OK, Jake, she’s coming to get the phone. We’ll see you at the barbecue tomorrow.”
“See you there, Laura.”
“Hello?” Shelby murmured into the phone.
“Hey!” I put a little fake enthusiasm into the phone receiver. “How ya’ doin’?”
“Quiet!” she whispered with a hiss. “I blame you for this!”
“You blame ME for what?”
“That I feel like I got run over by a stampede,” she groaned into the phone.
“No, no, no,” I scolded her. “Not my fault at all. Could have been much worse if not for me.”
“Yeah, I know, you’re probably right,” she agreed quietly. “But I was trying to keep up with you at first, and lost track of you.”
“Gotta learn to hold your liquor, I guess,” I teased.
“Yeah, that might be the last time I try that at all,” she said in defeat.
“Ha!” I crowed. “I’ll sneak you one of grandpa’s Old Swill’s tomorrow at the party. You’ll be right back up on the horse.”
I heard a slight gag on the other line.
“Shut up about beer,” she whispered. “It’s been a bad day.”
Oh this was too rich. I actually felt bad for my best friend, but she had sewn this crop all on her own. It was time for her harvest of sorrow.
“Well, drink a lot of water and be ready for tomorrow. I need you around to avoid all the little kids, and whoever Natalie might bring to annoy me.”
“I don’t even want to think about your parent’s party,” she said sadly.
“Come on. I’d miss you.”
“Even after everything I did last night?” I was a little surprised she remembered. Then again, how much did she remember?
“So you remember everything?”
“Oh God, I hope so. I hope I didn’t do worse things than I remember,” she said softly.
“You didn’t do anything a million other people haven’t done the first time they got drunk,” I admitted.
“I’m sorry,” she said weakly.
“I’m sorry too,” I offered.
“For what?”
“You were right about Morgan. I didn’t back you up enough there. I got really quiet for some reason.
“It’s OK, “She reasoned. “I probably overreacted a little. Or a lot,” she admitted. “She’s a lot bigger than me.”
“You have her scared, I’m pretty sure. I doubt she’ll try you again,” I replied. “But we can hash it all out tomorrow. I just wanted to check on you tonight.”
“OK,” she said in resignation. “I’m going to get hydrated and hopefully see you tomorrow. We’ll talk more then.”
“Good night, Shelbs.”
Good night, Jakey.”
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TUESDAY, JULY 16, 1991 “I’m learnin’ to fly ... But I ain’t got wings...” The haunting tone of Tom Petty woke me from a fitful slumber. I knew who Tom Petty was, but I didn’t really consider him a rocker until this latest album. I let the whole song play before shutting my alarm off, just as the DJ started talking about a new album coming from Metallica. I skipped the shower and put my workout clothes on. That meant a muscle shirt and cloth shorts. I picked Mikey up at his house just...
WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 4, 1991 Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” is a hell of a way to wake up in the morning. I slapped the snooze button on my clock radio, almost instantly regretting it. Of course, that radio was hardly a stereo, so the sound quality suffered immensely. I loved the song, but it was getting constant radio play in early September. Of course, I had a bootleg copy of the cassette tape so I knew there were many more songs on the album that were just as good. I became more aware of my...
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1990 HOMECOMING A new week had made life all good again. We played a freshman football game Monday afternoon. I dominated at defensive end with a pair of sacks and four solo tackles. I made a nice catch at tight end for twelve yards. We won 35-6. It was our first Homecoming Week, and my friends and I were learning the traditions. Monday had been White and Blue day. We dressed accordingly. Tuesday was 70s Day, and I raided dad’s closet for a wildly-printed polyester...
FRIDAY, JUNE 7, 1991 I did something I had never done for a girl before. I wrote her some little notes. Sappy? Silly? Romantic? Maybe a little of all of the above, but Deedee was going to be gone for more than two weeks with little chance for contact, and I wanted to stay connected to her. She was a very good girlfriend, and I wanted to keep her that way. The idea was simple. I grabbed a stack of 17 Post-It notes. On the first note, I wrote: “For Deedee every day. Please peel off one note...
FRIDAY, JULY 5, 1991 “Jake, wake up. Do you have plans this morning?” “Wha?” Roused from rather pleasant dreams of pretty redheads and curvy raven-haired beauties, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes to consider the source of this rude awakening. “Dad?” “Jake, wake up!” I shook my head groggily, wondering what strenuous farm chore awaited me outside. “Yeah?” “Any plans this morning?” I guess not.” “Good,” dad grinned. “Someone from the phone company will be here sometime between now and...
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1991 I woke up long before my alarm clock was set to go off, feeling sick to my stomach. The anguish was physical, not just emotional. The events from the night before played out in my head while I considered what to do. I hadn’t missed a school day for being sick in years. And if I did call in sick, I couldn’t participate in any sport or activity that day. That meant missing the Homecoming game and the dance. The idea didn’t really seem so bad at first, but a larger...
The Adventures of American-man: Dreamworld By Paul G Jutras Chapter One: Doorway of Doom October 31, 3086, a historical team uncovered a weird chest with pictures carved all over the outside. Each was dressed in hiking boots, knee-high socks, too tight shorts, sleeveless shirts and pit helmets. As one of them broke open the chest a mist rose out and formed into a skull headed demon. Rays shot from it's eye socks, transforming the girls' skin to plastic. As they fell over, the...
South American Cock TormentAndy Douglas was eighteen even though he only looked much younger. Five seven, he had a nice balance of slim waist, good shoulders and a neat, tight butt. Plenty of sport and exercise in the open air had given him a great tan and a body with good muscular definition including a modest six-pack. The sun had also bleached his shock of naturally blonde hair. Coupled with pale blue eyes and a ready smile he looked good and attractive?and he knew it.He liked girls, but...
You know, when you read "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" with a modern understanding of science, as a person who understands chemistry, biology, and psychology, the rational part of your mind will tell you it's not possible. That it makes for a fun story, but you could not drink a potion and transform either physically or mentally like the title character of that book. You can't change yourself like that. But the irrational part, oh it wishes you could. It looks at...
America hosts dozens of agents, who work secretly exclusively for me. Although all-American applicants think they are for porn.America's agencies are in all major cities, which house hot tasty teen or twen beautiful brides to be. We will mention all towns.Professor Poet-PETER erotic experiments interestingly include his agencies world wide. Together a dozen of dozens capitals.Professor Poet-PETER prayed his dear great granddaughter Princess Petra to go the other side of the 'big drink', to...
America hosts dozens of agents, who work secretly exclusively for me. Although all-American applicants think they are for porn.America's agencies are in all major cities, which house hot tasty teen or twen beautiful brides to be. We will mention all towns.Professor Poet-PETER erotic experiments interestingly include his agencies world wide. Together a dozen of dozens capitals.Professor Poet-PETER prayed his dear great granddaughter Princess Petra to go the other side of the 'big drink', to...
“The fuck was that this morning in the hallway?” Mike boomed, setting his lunch tray down to my right. “QUIET!” I seethed. “Nothing. I don’t know.” “THAT was not nothing,” Shelby added quickly from my left. I dropped my spoon back into my chili and closed my eyes. Oh yes, chili, maybe my favorite school lunch. And it seemed to taste better than usual today. Then again, maybe everything had started to taste better lately. “Look, I’m as confused as anyone. I’ve known Alexis since what,...
Deedee was holding my hand tightly and giving me doe eyes as we were once again on the back roads headed to my first high school party. “No one has ever done that for me,” Deedee whispered. “It was amazing,” she husked. “Done what, exactly?” I teased in a half-whisper. She bit her lip and shoved me lightly. “You know what!” she whispered with laughing eyes. “Oh,” I said in mock recognition, then leaned to whisper in her ear, my voice deepening. “Do you mean the part where I ran my tongue...
The rest of the week went very well, and I was in high spirits. Every other lunch period was spent either with my crew or my new girlfriend, and each side seemed to appreciate my company more. Well, other than Morgan, who was still a bitch to me. Two new things happened during the week, though. Beast asked if I’d like to go cruising with Tree and him at some point over the weekend. I had to tell him Friday was out, as I was going to the game and the opening night of races came Saturday...
I was up and at it early again Saturday morning with rather pleasant thoughts from the night before. Mom hustled me to grandpa’s shop and I went to it. Grandpa had clearly made more progress on the pit cart, with some metal cabinet doors now in place, along with a thin steel plate top. Work benches were getting cleared off and this was starting to look like a proper race shop again. Grandpa was out to help about an hour after I arrived. He ambled into the shop with a big thermos of coffee...
Deedee and I had surprises for each other Tuesday morning. I walked up to her locker just before classes started and handed her a freshly pressed gray jersey. She eagerly took it and opened her locker to hand me my white jersey. I made a show of pressing it to my nose. “How does it still smell like you?” “A girl has to have her secrets,” Deedee giggled, tapped my chin dimple and gave me a peck on the cheek before spinning off to the girl’s room to change into my jersey. “Get a room!” Mike...
We walked back inside and I quickly discovered my Sunday wasn’t over. Beast was on the line. “Parker, you wanna shoot hoops?” “Yeah, sounds good. We need a fourth?” “I supposed, who you got in mind?” “Mikey?” “Yeah, I guess I can kick his ass as easy as yours,” Beast chuckled. “I’ll call him.” “I’ll pick you both up and we’ll go to Tree’s.” “Later.” I asked mom and dad if I could go shoot hoops for the afternoon. “Be home for supper.” I could hardly think about supper. I was still...
TUESDAY, JUNE 4, 1991 I saw her for the first time on a rainy Tuesday morning. I had never seen anything like her before. But I’m getting way ahead of myself. Let’s skip back to earlier in the morning. Dad had ordered a few items for the Mustang. In particular, a few interior items he wanted fixed. He bought a headliner, new carpet and new vinyl for the both front seats. With installation, this was going to put him back nearly $400. But where to get the work done? Dad had called a brand...
TUESDAY DECEMBER 25, 1990, CHRISTMAS DAY I hadn’t seen Mel since Friday, and while I did miss her, it was probably good for my soul. Every moment seemed tumultuous, and drama buzzed around her like bees to flowers. We did everything at full throttle, whether it was making love or just not getting along. A few days of quiet time around my family was welcomed. Our family had our traditional Christmas Eve meal of oyster soup and appetizers like ham-wrapped pickles with pineapple cream cheese,...
FRIDAY, JUNE 28, 1991 After the playoff loss and public dumping, we skipped any kind of celebratory meal and headed home. I lugged my heavy bag of baseball gear into the house for the final time of the season. I didn’t even have time to strip and get my uniform into a soak before the phone rang. A tiny part of me wondered if Deedee had changed her mind. “Hello?” “Why didn’t you call me?” The feminine voice at the other end of the line was insistent and accusatory all at once. “I just...
SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 1991 I leaned forward with my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. Shelby pulled some of the blanket around her shivering form. It was a warm day, but a body soaked in sweat would get chilly in the breeze. Her horses, Destiny and Doc, munched grass lazily, paying us little heed. “Why not?” I asked the prairie scene in front of me, not wanting to look her in the eye. Shelby sighed and put her hand on my shoulder. “I might have done a bad thing today,” she sighed. “I did...
JULY 4, 1991 “Happy birthday, Jake.” It was a pleasant way to wake up. No alarm had been set. I was allowed to sleep in a bit. It was mom who woke me up in a gentle way at around 9:30. But it wasn’t her words that woke me up. It was the smell of bacon in the oven. I rolled out of bed and felt the sharp sting in my lower half. ‘Fucking leg day!’ I swore to myself. We’d spent the early part of Tuesday morning on the track, running short bursts of sprints on up to a full mile run. Then...
SATURDAY, JULY 6, 1991 ‘Breathe, just remember to breathe.’ The heat, the humidity. Oppressive. Harsh lights shining down on me. Mercifully, my Nomex head sock is soaking up the sweat from my head, keeping the stinging drips out of my eyes. My helmet feels a little suspiciously loose on my head, but the chinstrap is tight. All is almost silent here in the cockpit. I flip my visor up as my breathing is creating a little fog under the lense, with more than two dozen tear offs piled on...
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1991 “I’m out in the cold (out in the cold) Body and soul (out in the cold) There’s nowhere to go (out in the cold) I’m out in the cold (out in the cold)” Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers had it about right. I was out in the cold. Of course, I still slapped the snooze button and shut him up anyway. I had a riot of feelings to deal with. Two rejections, were weighing heavily on my mind. Sure, I had sort of patched things up with Shelby. At the same time, we were...
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1991 “What’s on your mind,” I asked as I closed my car door carefully. Jen seemed to stiffen and forced herself to turn towards me in her seat so that she couldn’t avoid looking at me. “What I said about the dance wasn’t entirely true.” “So you DO want to go to the dance?” I said with a lopsided grin. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “Let me finish.” “OK,” I replied, letting her continue. “I have gone to a dance before. It was, it was horrible.” “Go on,” I...
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1991 “And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin’ up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It’s gettin’ hard to find Guess it ain’t hip enough now You take an average guy, he can’t identify, uh And there’s a short supply of her fine, fine stuff Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that Shake it up, bake it up nice, uh Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on all that I so love my baby’s poundcake.” Van Halen was so much better with Sammy...
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1991 I woke with excitement Sunday morning. No alarm set, just the refreshing feeling of sleeping in after being worked hard for a few days. Well, that and the fact that I would be shooting hoops with a tall, gorgeous blond that day. The tantalizing aroma of a beef roast in the crock pot was what got me awake. I followed my nose out to the kitchen to see it bubbling away on the counter top. The parents had, as usual, let me have my Sunday while they headed to church...
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1991 Seven days of kisses and bliss. Jen got her kiss every day for a seventh day. Every time I saw her or thought about her, the butterflies were there. We held hands in the hallways and word around school was that we were the hot couple. The upperclassmen had accepted and welcomed me with open arms. If I’d been placed on the varsity team at the start of the season, I’d have likely faced some hazing. As it was, saving the big game and showing them I belonged put...
Harold Spencer Eversly was on vacation in Acapulco with his Mom. He was sixteen but looked younger. His father had died suddenly when he was only eight leaving his Ma a very rich woman. She was very possessive and Harold was something of a mother’s boy. They traveled around a lot, all over the world. Harold had been to a lot of different schools but not learned much. He figured he didn’t have to with the money coming to him from a Trust when he was 25. Until then he was quite...
American-Man At War By Paul G. Jutras "1,2, 3, 4...." Christine said as she stood in gold three inch pumps and a backless evening gown with spaghetti straps. With the clicking of drumsticks the band prepared to join in. Soto began to played the guitar in his usual leather jacket, pants and boots and red tee shirt. Mark played the drums, Luke the keyboard in their yellow and red striped coveralls, and Starshine the tambourine in her purple blouse, leopard print mini skirt...
Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...
Group SexNew Job for American-Man By Paul G Jutras Since American-Man's appearance the crime rate in Federation city had dropped way down. Too bad the number band of gigs his rock band had were also way down. Needing the extra pay, it was in his American-Man form that he became a bag man at a Federation City super market. The job was easy and American-man changed his costume with the bluish green shirt, black slacks and sneakers of the market. When he eyed a shoplifter trying to head out...
Okay, here goes nothing. African-American guys like myself have a certain image in the eyes of the world. We’re thought of as tougher, meaner and more athletic than the average guy. Also, people seem to think we gravitate toward either athletic pursuits or criminal endeavors, and nothing in between. Neither is exactly true for most Black men living in the United States of America. Just to prove to you how untrue these stereotypes are, take me for example. My name is Arnold Thompson. And I’m a...
“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, ‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.’ I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” ― J. Robert Oppenheimer It seems sort of strange looking back on the unfolding events of...
-We learned in Part One of this story that I was a sixteen year-old virgin boy named James, who everyone called Jimmy, with a very thick, nine-inch-long cock. My neighbor Norm was forty-two at the time. His wife Lindsey was forty-one and their son Todd was eighteen and away at college.I went with Norm to open his lake cabin for the summer. We were skinny dipping on an unusually warm day for spring in Wisconsin and he convinced me that we should masturbate one another on the boat. That evening...
MILFTo begin, may I must make something perfectly clear. I’m virgin by my haughty cousin’s definition -- he says we may do it now because it is very assuered our families will marry us together -- but that doesn’t mean I have never made love. My story begins at St. Mary’s, an elite English-medium secondary school for girls. St. Mary’s has a Christian headmistress and several Christian faculty, but few of the students are of that faith. Christians know academics better than do mullahs and holy men....
The unlucky American. ? A reader of some of my other stories challenged me to write one about a terrified boy enslaved by a girl. This is the outcome of my efforts. ? Note: Tim’s private thoughts are marked by single inverted commas: ‘Shit’; direct speech by double: "Yes, Mistress". ? Part one. ? "I'm an American citizen, for chrissake. It's your fucking duty to defend me!" I shouted angrily at the embassy's legal secretary. ? "You are and I have". She looked calmly back. ? "But I was...
American Girl in Bangkok By Tiffany Parker The following story is a work of fiction and is copyright property of the author. Please don't repost it without permission. But most importantly, I hope you enjoy reading it. Chapter 1 Kaylee impatiently bided time while sitting in the middle seat in coach on the long trans-pacific flight. She was excited about her trip to Bangkok that would complete her journey and provide her the gender affirmation surgery she desperately...
Promises and Secrets: A Teenage Transsexual By Maria Ski Things changed for me after I was discovered trying on my sisters clothes. My mother had caught me. But there was no anger, no disgust, just a warm understanding smile and the love of a mother. From that day of being discovered, and after telling my sisters things seemed to change. Every weekend I became Maria. With a wardrobe of girls clothes of my own which I either bought myself or had bought for me. One thing led to...
Author's Note; This story is a dedication to Tom Petty. Song meaning to me are very subjective. I can take someone different out of song than someone else. I can even take something different out of a song depending on my mood. So with saying that this story is how I filled in the blanks of this great song. Debra Webster was an American girl who was raised on her mom and dad's promises.These promises were being able to be whatever she wanted to be in life, and their daughter would...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It’s funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me ‘King Suleiman’ in recent times. It’s my Muslim name, though it’s not on my passport or anything. My wife Khadija Abdullah certainly likes it. She’s a lovely lady of Somali descent who saved my life back in...