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Goodbye La La Land
Author s Note: The following story and the characters within it are purely products of my imagination. They are meant to be enjoyed only as a fantasy. Any similarity to real people or events is unintentional.
This story is about characters who are over eighteen years of age.
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You know who I like? said Brett. That girl who wears those sleeveless sweaters. Wendy. God it s like she was born to wear those things.
Doesn t she seem kinda stuck up though? Gary said.
Nah I don t think so. Anyway what if she was? he grinned playfully. I d happily take the job of fixing her attitude. Who knows maybe all she needs is a good licking. Brett stuck his tongue out smiling.
Oh for the love of God. Gary rolled his eyes knowing Brett was just making fun of him.
No doubt dude said the one they called T. But sweaters? Are you crazy? You ever been to a football game?
Football? Come on gimmie a break T. said Brett.
No seriously dude. Who cares about sweaters? That cheerleader Diane. What I wouldn t give to pull up that skirt and dick her right under the fucking bleachers!
Would you guys please stop? Gary laughed nervously–his face hot.
What do you think Jim? said Brett clearly enjoying how Gary squirmed at the way they were talking.
Kelly Granger nodded Jim as if his mind was long made up.
Fuckin A! T. agreed.
I don t get you guys said Brett. What is it about her that everyone likes?
Tits dude! What kind of stupid-ass question is that? countered T. Don t you want to just sit on top of her and squeeze those things around your–
Shhh. Jesus T. Gary whispered as the rest of the guys snickered around the table.
You know the coolest part though Jim ignored Gary. She d probably be totally up for it!
I know! said T. I m tellin ya–one of these days dude! Did you see her the other day wearing that tank top and those shorts? Shit man!
What do you think I m blind? said Jim. Her locker s right next to mine dude.
Alright so Gary. said T. rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Who would you like to fuck?
I can t believe you guys. Gary shook his head.
Oh come on lighten up Gar said T.
You know who Gary likes? said Brett excitedly.
No. Gary looked threateningly at a smiling Brett. No! Don t man.
Oh come on. This is great. You know who he thinks is cute? That girl Kathleen.
The others stared at him blankly while Gary looked around and felt anxious perspiration forming on his forehead. He reached out to touch Brett s arm in an attempt to get him to stop.
She s in Polson s English class. Dark hair kinda plain lookin sits in the corner you know?
You don t mean that really short girl? Jim asked.
Right right!
Wait wait wait wait. T. held up his hands and stopped everything. Why haven t I heard about this? You think that girl is hot?
Gary shifted in his chair uncomfortable that Kathleen was being brought up in this conversation. I don t know. I like her smile Gary said his voice impatient with embarrassment.
She s a bean-pole dude! blurted T. followed by another round of hushed laughter.
How would you know with those giant grandma sweaters she wears? joked Brett. He looked over at his friend s red face and saw how upset he was. He s kinda got a point about her smile though.
I d like to see her with her hair down actually. Jim affirmed.
You got a sweater fetish or something Brett? And you. T. knocked Jim s shoulder. You and chicks hair man. I swear to God. Are you guys all on crack? She s just so. . . I don t know. Blah.
No Gary said shaking his head. I don t think she s blah at all. His spare matter-of-fact way of speaking always had a way of making his friends listen. I kinda like the way she looks. You know?
No dude said T. I don t know. Totally unfuckable man.
Not to me. Gary s quietly sincere admission penetrated their flippancy like a silent arrow and a hush settled over the table.
Hm. said Jim.
That s cool said T. Hey you should ask her out.
They all looked with unspoken hopefulness at their shy friend.
No no said Gary quietly. Come on let s just. . . He waved his arms in circles in front of him indicating the pile of books on the table. You know.
Gentlemen said Mr. Sark the librarian who seemed to enjoy patrolling the back corners of his domain in search of mischief. You boys are in here to study aren t you? he groused shaking his head almost humorously. Come on now. Let s get back to work.
The boys hushed quickly when a sudden loud bump interrupted them. The vibrations traveled through the wood of their built in seats. It seemed to come from the other side of the study partition they were all huddled in.
What the hell was that? T. stood up and looked on the other side of the half wall. Hm. Weird. He surveyed the area quizzically.
What was it? asked Brett.
I don t know nothin I guess. T. sat back down. One of you guys fuckin with me?
Jim raised his eyes in a spooky searching motion and wiggled his fingers Woo Ooo Ooo. They all laughed. So who are you inviting to your Halloween party T.?
Well not you smart ass!
Ouch whispered Kathleen rubbing her sore shoulder now safely out of sight in the opposite corner of the library. A stupid inexplicable panic had prompted her to jump out of that booth as soon as possible and now her shoulder was paying the price. She felt like an idiot. Still she was grateful that she had been able to slip behind one of the nearby bookshelves before that T. guy saw her.
Kathleen loved listening to guy talk and opportunities like that were rare. She still couldn t believe they were talking about her. Gary? Gary Bennett? He was in her Chemistry class but she remembered him from a few classes she had shared with him over the last couple years. She couldn t understand it. Gary had always seemed so stand off-ish to her. He usually talked in grunts to everyone but his friends and he hardly ever made eye contact with anyone. Her practical side scoffed at the rising feelings of giddiness in her stomach. As much as his words stung Kathleen was more inclined to believe T.
Even so their dirty talk had turned her on. She couldn t help it. She was strangely anxious to get a good fresh look at Gary when she got the chance. The voice she d heard on the other side of the wall had seemed so sincere. She blushed to herself embarrassed at her chronic overactive imaginings of what could be.
- - - -
Kathleen evaluated herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. T. had it right she thought. Blah was a pretty dead-on description. She sighed and turned sideways seeing her dark hair trickle in strands behind her shoulders. She could barely make out that she had breasts at all underneath her oversized t-shirt and the thick cardigan sweater she wore over it. Her butt was similarly nonexistent underneath the loose jeans that lay in bunched folds down her legs.
She leaned toward the mirror to try to get a fresh look at her face and grimaced at that stupid freckle on her cheek. With an optimistic impulse she tried out a smile and was immediately sorry she did. She looked like she did in the family pictures–as if being forced to smile at a live cat-skinning–and just shook her head groaning. She even tried pretending she was laughing at something and then had to look away to prevent having to see her face turn red on top of it all. It was awful. She somehow felt less hideous without the smile. What was that Gary guy thinking?
Maybe they knew somehow that she was listening and were just playing games with her. Still that crew could be annoying but they never had the reputation of being malicious. It was a small high school and those guys were almost inseparable especially Gary and T. Two more opposite people she couldn t think of and yet their friendship was obvious. She wondered what it would be like to have friends like that.
She stood silently still in conflict with her imagination between what was and what could be. Her practicality surrendered with a resigned exhale as she removed her sweater and unbuttoned her jeans. She bent over her hair slipping off her shoulder and behind her head as she turned to watch the denim slide down her legs on to the bathroom floor. She stepped out of them and turned to face herself in the mirror noticing how her white panties peeked out underneath the hem of her baggy t-shirt. She crooked her head inquisitively trying to see herself through Gary s eyes.
Pressing on she lifted her T-shirt up across her flat tummy and over her head tossing it onto the floor with her jeans. They had mentioned Kelly Granger. Kathleen was so far the opposite of Kelly that the comparison prompted a hopeless chuckle at the image in the mirror. She wished she were more like her. Kelly had boobs that turned heads an ass that no one could ignore and on top of it all she had a kind of sexy confidence that Kathleen really admired.
What if Gary looked at her the way the rest of the guys looked at Kelly. Was that even possible? The mere fantasy of such a thing made her shoulders shrug in a shiver of excitement. Her mind was playing games with her again. For a moment she ignored those ugly taunts of self-consciousness and wrapped her hands back to unhook her bra pretending she was stripping for a phantom entranced Gary. She pretended she was the sexiest girl in the world trying to mimic the look of the models she d seen in her sister s fashion magazines. Her face turned a hot red as she slipped the bra strap off her arm and pulled the garment away from her breasts. No matter how wild her imagination they just couldn t play the part and she finally dropped her bra along with her stupid delusion onto the floor.
After a silent moment feeling her skin exposed to the cool still air of the bathroom her thoughts of inadequacy slowly succumbed to her more overpowering instincts. Her fingers automatically took their place on her nipples. Although still technically a virgin she was brought up not to be ashamed of sex. She had stimulated herself to orgasm so many times that her routine was second nature. Her hair tickled across her shoulder as her nipples slid into the sharp curves separating her fingers. She pinched them lightly and rubbed them until they were little peaks poking out toward the mirror.
Her hands slipped along her thin waist and her thumbs hooked around the waistband of her panties finally sliding them down and letting them drop around her ankles. She stepped out of them and brushed her hair away from her face.
Now finally naked in front of the mirror she felt so insignificant so little–like she was the runt of the litter. The tiny freckles on her forearms the bruise she d gotten the other day on the inside of her calf from that damn kitchen chair her plain face and her small boobs–they all just seemed the antithesis to what guys wanted. Her sister was so gorgeous she sometimes wished she had been born with one tenth her looks. Thank God her body s reflection had nothing to do with how good it could feel. She was a sexual creature and she knew it–probably more so than most girls her age–even those that actually had sex.
She glanced at the tiny patch of hair that remained between her legs. She bit her lip pretending once again that Gary was looking at it. A lot of guys apparently liked girls who shaved. Ever since she d tried out her sister s vibrator–one of the more embarrassing private moments of her life–she had started down an ever-widening road of experimentation. The silver dildo which after some persistence and a little pain had given her the best orgasm of her life was only the beginning. Kathleen had a love-hate relationship with her sexual imagination which seemed boundless and she had given shaving a try in hopes that that it might further increase her sensitivity to the toy. She was right. She suspected she was a bit of a masturbation junkie and even now a familiar ache grew inside her pussy.
She became steadily aware of her breathing and let her fingers slip down and tickle the tiny curls above her clit. She pretended to look into the eyes of the phantom guy who was watching her–trying again to believe that she was turning him on this time because of the way she felt rather than the way she looked.
A shaky sigh escaped her lips as she marveled at how intense her eyes looked. Her finger started to instinctively slide lower just as she had a tantalizing thought. She sucked her lips inside her teeth and bit down listening for any commotion outside the bathroom. As far as she knew her mom was still making dinner and her dad hadn t arrived home yet. A fresh surge of excitement rushed through her body at the idea of watching herself cum in the mirror.
Kathleen awkwardly bent her legs and rested her bottom on the tile in front of the door. She felt a strange exciting rush as she spread her thighs for the mirror and reached her arm behind her to support her body. Her pussy lips reflected back at her–exposed and vulnerable below her tiny patch of dark hair.
Her breathing shortened even more in her growing urgency. She leaned forward and spread herself open with one hand as the other finally teased along the nub of her pleading clit. God it felt good–blatantly showing off her most private parts to her imaginary voyeur.
Her fingers played along the outer lips of her pussy feeling her slick warmth starting to seep out from inside. Her toes stretched apart and dug into the cold tile. Her unsteady knees shivered in response to the taut muscles in her thighs while her finger tortured her impossibly sensitive clit.
Ohh. Her eyes closed instinctively. Wait wait she whispered–reminding herself to be patient.
Her eyes flung open with renewed purpose. Her breath whisked in through her teeth as she urgently slid her feet toward her and rested her weight on them lifting her bottom and squatting on the floor. Her hair lay along one ear down the front of her shoulder as she looked into her own brown eyes as if they were Gary s and stuffed a finger inside herself.
Oh my God.
Her spread legs almost buckled underneath her reacting to her ravenous pussy s acceptance of her impatient fingers. She looked at her stretched lips now wrapped tightly around two of her knuckles. She flexed her fingertips and pushed against the soaked inner walls wrapping them up underneath her pubis. It created a wet slurping sound that reverberated within her confined space between the bathroom counter and the wall next to her.
Ohh.
She basked in her body s blatant unashamed reaction to the stimulation. When she withdrew her fingers they glistened with her juice under the intensely focused parabolic light recessed into the bathroom ceiling and she raised them to her face smelling the deep musk of her own cunt. She touched her fingertip along the bottom ridge of her nose wiping a tiny bit of her pussy s lubricant against it. She breathed it deeply and the unapologetic sexual aroma seemed to travel directly into her fantasies. She wondered hungrily what Gary might smell like.
She needed to cum. Her hands went to work in earnest on her demanding cunt. She became aware of the thin layer of sweat that was covering her body when she noticed the strands of her mussed hair sticking to her forehead in the mirror.
You want me to cum Gary? she whispered to herself feeling her face burn with embarrassed excitement even as she said the words. Her thighs started to shiver and weaken. Images of him entered her mind and her sex clouded imagination revealed him in a way she d never thought of before.
She wondered at the mystery behind his deep-set green eyes and she imagined what his hands might feel like if they touched her. Would his tongue feel cold on her nipples? Would she be able to feel his cock throbbing with blood as he pumped it in and out of her soaked pussy? Would he pull out and squirt on her tummy if she asked him to? What would his cum smell like? God what would it taste like? She wished she could try it all.
Her mind flooded with lusciously dirty images and her fingers fucked against the soft flesh inside her cunt. Her legs strained to keep her small body upright and she pretended she was doing it for Gary s benefit–to get him off. In her own way she was making herself work for it.
She stifled a moan that just ached to escape her lips. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and her voice cracked toward the mirror timidly–intensely quiet Ohhh Guuhhod. Just watch. Just be quiet and w-w-watch.
The inevitable buzzing of her building orgasm rose from her lower thighs. It crackled inside her like a disappearing fuse as she fingered her clit deliberately and without patience. Her upper arm brushed against her nipple. Her other hand grabbed the bathroom counter to steady her shaky body. She gasped in breaths of air blinking in blurry determination to keep her eyes open–fighting not to scream out.
Finally the torrent of release washed over her like a violent ocean wave. Her self-conscious feelings had long since melted away as she struggled to focus on her sweaty pleasure racked body in the mirror. Her reflection and the arousal in her eyes at that moment in contrast to the plain tiny girl she d seen earlier was something she found inexplicably sexy–even beautiful.
Ooohh. Oh. Her violent shaky whispers escaped her parted lips as she looked through the mirror into her glazed eyes. In her blurry haze of lost awareness her body almost toppled and she had to reach her arm back to catch herself from falling. Her bottom rested on the floor and she let her legs relax against the seams in the door leaking light from the hallway outside the bathroom.
Once again she evaluated herself wondering what it would be like to look through her imaginary lover s eyes at that moment–beautifully oversexed naked exposed. Her soaked pussy had that insatiable look of impermanent satisfaction and a thin sheen of perspiration reflected off her small breasts.
She shrugged her shoulders–breaking her fantasy with a sort of I am what I am embarrassment–and breathed in the intoxicating mixture of scents her body had just created. As the last remnants of her beautiful orgasm faded into memory she suddenly caught a glimpse of that genuine smile she d tried so hard to reproduce earlier.
She wondered bashfully whether Gary would ve liked it.
So wait. Explain your fucked up theory to me again.
They aren t theories T. They re observations. Gary said with a sly grin convinced that his best friend just deliberately refused to understand them. Which one?
The women thing.
Gary rolled his eyes with a smirk. It figured. He unwrapped his sandwich and pulled the apple out of his lunch bag pursing his lips as if T. wasn t worthy of yet another explanation.
Come on freak just tell me said T. his voice rising above the lunchroom din.
Okay but are you listening this time?
Don t make me come over there and kick your ass.
Ooo All the way over here? Alright the basic premise is that both men and women exist in two worlds simultaneously. One world is called La La Land and the other is called Real Life . You–you live in La La Land most of the time. Gary smiled.
Hardy har har.
They re both pretty self explanatory. La La Land is a magical place populated with pop stars actresses and models. It s total fantasy–all based on image. Real Life is well real life.
Uh-huh alright.
Anyway in both La La Land and Real Life women can be broken down into two separate categories: Obtainable Women and Unobtainable Women although most of La La Land s population is Unobtainable .
Okay so who in La La Land is Obtainable ?
I can t think of anyone actually. I m just hedging my bets there. Gary smirked.
Dude you re so fuckin crazy analytical. Okay just tell me who do you consider an Obtainable Woman in Real Life ? T. mocked Gary by using his fingers to put virtual air-quotes around all Gary s terms.
Gary felt that tinge of frustrating excitement at the question. It always seemed to be a special kind of torture talking about girls in Real Life . Whenever he tried to actually talk to them instead he was usually a miserable awkward failure. With a couple gut wrenching let s be friends talks resulting from his only attempts to alter the trend he had almost convinced himself that La La Land s slick promise of happiness was a sham. Admitting to his friends that he liked anyone simply made his inevitable failure that much more painful. He knew where his best friend s questions were leading. Why the fuck had he said anything to Brett about Kathleen in the first place? He d harbored a growing infatuation for her since the beginning of the semester. He wished he had more control over these things. He wished he could just ignore it.
I don t know he said finally.
Yes you do. What about that girl? Kathleen? Why didn t you tell me you liked her dude?
I don t know. What does it matter? I don t know her. How can I even really like her?
You tell me.
Gary sighed frustrated that T. wasn t going to let him off the hook. I don t know. Have you ever just watched her?
T. smirked.
Of course you haven t. I love the way she looks at people. It s so cool. She just seems so happy just to sit there and watch everyone–doodling or something in her notebook.
Doodling? T. looked sideways at Gary.
Yeah well I guess that s what she s doing. He sighed knowing he wasn t being very convincing. I can t explain it. I love how her jeans are way too big for her legs and the way she pulls up the sleeves of her sweater. And then. . .
What?
T. wasn t going to get this. Well–she takes off her shoes.
T. raised his eyebrows and crooked his head as if Gary was on crack.
Gary shrugged. I don t know. She takes them off and then plays with them with her feet. I don t even know if she realizes it. Gary didn t know why it fascinated him so much. It was–sexy. She was sexy. He shrugged helplessly and let himself smile. I just think she s cool that s all.
Hm.
Eh. What s the difference? Nothing s ever going to happen.
T. grinned faintly at his friend and as if blurting out the inevitable You really need to get laid you know that?
Shhh T. Jesus. Sometimes Gary still couldn t believe T. s bluntness. Man no one s going to lay me. You ll think it s stupid but at this point I just think it would be cool to hold a girl s hand you know?
You re right. I do think it s stupid. T. smiled mockingly. Sex isn t like it is in the movies Gar. You need to get over it.
Yeah Gary sighed ironically. I can imagine. That s why the movies are called La La Land . Remember that porno you made me watch last year? That s an hour and a half I ll never get back again–thanks a lot.
T. grinned proudly as he aggressively chewed on his food.
Gary lowered his voice. That s the perfect example actually. Some gorgeous girl screaming her way through ten orgasms while the ugly old geezer just uses her any way he wants. On the surface it s total La La Land bullshit–totally for men. Underneath though it s just so sad. She s acting T. Hell she s hating it. I mean God. Tell me there s more to it than that. He shook his head back and forth. Sex in Real Life –I just can t imagine what it would be like. He threw his hands up. I have no idea.
That s exactly why you need to get laid. T. chuckled. It s just sex dude. Trust me you just need to relax. Look obviously porn isn t real but if you re thinkin that women don t enjoy sex you re living in the stone ages.
It s not that. I mean I know women enjoy sex. It s just that. . . I can t imagine them enjoying it with me. I just don t want to be the old geezer. You know what I mean?
T. pursed his lips and furrowed his brow as if Gary was a perpetually unsolvable riddle. He crooked his head in an impatiently empathetic expression. Why don t you just ask her out?
Gary s stomach leapt at just the thought of it but he knew that feeling all too well. He d tasted disappointment too many times. I hardly even know her man. I can t just ask someone out I don t know.
I could invite her to the party. You can dress up and pretend you re not such a freak for once.
You do and I ll kick your ass. I can take care of myself man.
T. shook his head in exasperation. Unobtainable then eh?
Gary nodded with half a smile. Exactly.
- - - -
All right everybody said Mr. Litten the Chemistry teacher. First lab today–finally–and it s an easy one. I figure you guys are capable of choosing your own partners so go to it. Just make it quick.
Gary still didn t really know anyone in this class. None of his friends had wanted to take Chemistry–they all went for that joke of a physics class with Miss Adams. His eyes jumped around the room nervously as everyone else seemed to pair off and find partners without so much as an eye blink. Meeting new people was a nerve racking process for him. He carefully snuck a glance at the one person he wished he had the courage to ask. She was standing beside her desk absent-mindedly grabbing at her leather sandals with her bare toes and looking almost as unsure as he did. He watched her survey the room and then her eyes dropped to the floor as if she was deliberately contemplating something. She was so strange. He loved watching her. All of a sudden her focus shifted directly from the floor to his face and he quickly turned away trying to give off the illusion that his gaze was just passing in her direction on its way somewhere else. He wanted to kick himself.
Dammit he whispered and stood up from his chair trying to get back to the task at hand–frustrated as his seeming inability to keep his eyes off of her. She was looking exceptionally sexy today–he couldn t understand why the other guys didn t see it. It was one of those rare days when she didn t have a sweater on so he had gotten a great view of her slender arms. Her hair was back in a ponytail and he loved the way it tickled the rim of her t-shirt s neckline–a shirt that wasn t quite as loose fitting as those she usually wore. His stomach was anxious with defeated frustration. What could they possibly have in common? He wished he had the courage to ask her to be his partner.
Uhm. You wanna be my partner?
Gary looked over and saw Kathleen staring back at him with her gorgeous brown eyes.
He couldn t believe it.
Yeah uhm he stammered. I m not. . . his defense mechanism was on autopilot already working to come up with some self-effacing excuse as to why she would not want to work with him. Why was he so terribly nervous? He remembered some of T. s words earlier and took a deep breath. Okay.
Her eyebrows furrowed with doubt. Oh. Did you want to partner with someone else?
No no. He just didn t want her to think he was staring. He looked around the room for a lab station at which they could settle. Here let s go over there.
Gary grabbed his backpack and they walked over to the station. He set it down and immediately zipped it open to begin fiddling with his notebooks and pens inside. The pressure was on. He felt the terrible silence stretching forever. He wanted to be easy-going. He wanted her to be comfortable. What could he say to her?
So you re Gary right?
Yeah he said keeping his eyes down. He could at least pretend he didn t know exactly who she was. You re Kathleen?
Yeah she said. He tilted his head up from his focused notebook and pen organization and caught her eyes studying him. A hint of that smile he loved so much barely escaped the corner of her mouth. Are you sure you don t want to work with someone else? It s really okay.
God she was something. Her voice was so friendly her eyes seemed to see right into him and the optimistic uncertainty of her smile just made his heart melt. He was absolutely sure. No. I mean yes. Yes I m sure.
Okay good she said simply and dropped her notebook on the desk–leaving what he felt was another painful silence between them. She opened the notebook and as she absently flipped through it to find a blank page Gary noticed that all the white space around her notes was covered with hand drawn sketches but she was too quick for him to really see anything. Her tiny fingers were limber and gentle with the pages. Almost as if to fill the silence Kathleen looked up and added You re one of the smart ones. Her eyes squinted as the rest of her smile washed over her face.
Now having been able to see it up close Gary was even more amazed by her smile. In an instant she could transform her face from that of a focused serious looking girl into someone of pure light-hearted optimism. It just took over everything from the crinkling of her eyes and temples to the tentative revelation of her pretty teeth. She seemed to forget herself in it and the way it invaded his soul just made him want to understand the mystery behind it–to get to know her and get closer to her.
What are we supposed to do? she was saying.
Gary was still working to stop himself from blushing at her nice compliment. He d made so many mistakes in the past by scaring girls off with the intensity of his gaze. He was afraid they thought he wanted something from them. He tried to stay focused. We re supposed to write down our observations of a candle. Everything we can think of. It s kind of an exercise to teach us the basics of scientific method. Gary s eyes wandered down and noticed her bare feet remembering that she d been wandering around the classroom without her shoes on. Somehow their absence made his heart quicken but he thought she might have forgotten them. Did you need to get your shoes?
Oh yeah. She looked concerned and glanced toward her desk where they lay. Okay. She quickly pranced over and retrieved them. She slipped her feet in without strapping them on and they flopped against her soles on the walk over. She plopped down next to Gary. Got em she smiled. As soon as she said it her shoes slipped from her feet to the floor below and her toes playfully tugged at the leather straps.
Gary had to look away to hide his giddy smile.
Well the lab sounds pretty easy huh?
Yeah I m not sure why we have to do it it s all pretty basic stuff. Gary lit the candle and readied his pen.
Look it s fluttery she said thoughtfully. Is there a breeze somewhere? She looked upward twisting her head around on her shoulders with her mouth absently hanging open. There s a vent up there that s probably why huh? Gary smiled at her enthusiasm and took advantage of the opportunity to look at the tiny delicate ridges of her ear before her head snapped back and looked at him inquisitively.
Probably. He cupped his hands around the flame and they both saw it straighten out. It started bouncing around the wick again when he pulled his hand back. Looks like it but we don t want to draw conclusions just make observations.
Oh right. I like how when the air hits it there s this sort of blue finger hanging on for dear life at the edge–before it gets blown away forever. And it makes that papery noise like it s yelling for help. She looked up into his eyes as if studying him more than the candle. Listening to her easy words for the first time he felt comfortable looking back at her. Her face read his and she slunk her head into her shoulders with a sheepish smile. Is that stupid? He wondered with impossible anticipation what it would be like to run his fingers through her hair.
No. He snapped himself out of it. He had lingered too long again. Damn! No. I think it s great. He rolled his eyes to himself vowing to quit staring at her and tried to find a more scientifically appropriate way to write down her observation.
Look it s doing a little fork thing on top. Why does it do that?
Gary instantly felt at ease again–she didn t seem intimidated by his quiet intense demeanor. He enjoyed the fresh way her eyes looked at the flame and he concentrated more on the expressions on her face than on his assignment. I don t know. Her face was like a magnet for his eyes. You re really good at this though.
Her head shifted to face him and she raised her eyebrows in playful defensiveness. You re just making fun of me now.
No no no. He offered a nervous laugh to hide his growing frustration with himself for trying too hard.
I m just kidding! What do you see? she asked earnestly.
As they continued their work he found the debilitating tension in his shoulders slowly melting away and his constant worry about what to say was quickly replaced with an unexpected ease. Ultimately she found much more beauty and complexity in the flame than he d ever thought to look for but she seemed grateful for his ability to translate her thoughts into more scientific terms.
Kathleen inevitably seemed to get bored with the candle. You know what would be good right now? A hamburger on the barbeque. She groaned rapturously. I always get hungry this time of day. They should have two lunches she joked. One at 11:00am and then another one at like 2:00pm. Almost as an afterthought And they should have barbeques. She smiled like it was the best idea in the world. Don t you think?
Yeah I usually get hungry during this class too. I could use some salt.
No no. Hamburger. Hamburger! Try to keep up. Salt on the barbee? What s the matter with you? she seemed to enjoy poking fun at him.
Gary s mind was increasingly pre-occupied. He imagined what it might be like to touch the skin hiding under the clean white t-shirt hugging her shoulders or run his finger along the tiny vein that ran down the corner of her neck next to her taut hairline. Just the smell of her clothes so different from that of his own brought a flash of hard feeling inside his pants and made him have to shift in his chair. It wasn t right. He was sure she would be disgusted if she knew what he was thinking but God she was even prettier than he had thought.
No he continued. It s just my way of saying something salty or something snacky like I say Sugar for something sweet you know?
Sugar for something sweet?
Well okay the way I see it there are three major food groups.
I thought there were like five food groups though.
Well yeah that s what the nutritionists say. To me it all boils down to Salt Sugar and Coke .
She smiled trying to stifle a laugh–a common reaction. You re kidding right? Even when she was ribbing him she had an attentive look of genuine interest about her that made his stomach ache with even more of what he was sure was an unrequited excitement.
No. Well I mean it s not a set of rules I m saying people should follow I m just saying it s how I look at things. It s like Aristotle s Poetics : guidelines for great tragedy based on observations of the best examples and the human condition. Already he knew he must sound like a total nut-job.
Ah. Tragedy she nodded teasing him. Gotcha.
He looked at her sarcastic smile and broke out laughing. She was right. It was crazy. You re laughing at me now he said giddily.
Kathleen reached out and placed her hand on his leg. God what was she doing? No no! I ve never heard anyone put it quite that way before. Is there more?
Oh yeah. He nodded matter-of-factly as if there was no limit to his insanity. Actually Salt is substantial food. Your hamburger for example–that would be part of the Salt food group. Sugar is sugary to the taste like a candy bar. And Coke isn t necessarily Coca-cola specifically it s anything like that. Root beer would be part of the Coke food group.
Okay so what else is in the Coke food group? She used virtual quotation marks like T. had.
Cut that out! he laughed and surprised himself when he reached out and playfully pulled her hands out of the air. They were small in his and surrendered to his fingers with no resistance. He pulled back with a strong mixture of excitement and worry that he d overstepped his bounds. His hands rested awkwardly on his lap even as she carried on with her infectious laugh. Well he continued clinging dutifully to his explanation in progress. First of all there are sub-categories. There are Foods and there are Substances .
Okay wait. Her hand lightly rested on his leg again. She seemed to have no fear of that kind of thing. It was probably nothing to her but he felt her hand s weight–its warmth. His breathing shallowed he hoped it wasn t obvious. What s the difference? Her bare feet swung playfully underneath her.
It s best to go by example. A Food is anything that belongs in a particular food group that can t be used to make any Foods in another group. For example hamburger is a Salt Food . Her beautiful hand was still there. God! A Substance is anything that can be used to make a Food in another group but when eaten by itself is considered a Food of the group to which it belongs. For example eggs are a Salt Substance.
Okay Professor she giggled.
Oh sorry. Gary was embarrassed and growing ever more nervous. He wanted to take her offered hand in his. He wanted to squeeze it and feel her fingers–to run his palm up the tendons in her forearm. Why was she doing this to him?
No you can t stop now! So why are eggs a Salt Substance ? You don t fry an egg up and put sugar on it do you? A look of horror washed over her face. Oh God. Do you?
Gary closed his eyes in mock impatience and her horror instantly turned to laughter. He tried not to give her the satisfaction of his self-deprecating smile as he said simply Cookies. His cheekbones were starting to ache. He hadn t felt this way in a long time but a budding sadness lingered within him. It wasn t good for him to get this excited.
Of course! Cookies! Kathleen laughed and finally took her hand away. Oh my God. Did you come up with all this yourself?
Sure why not? I m kind of a freak that way. He had to admit it he was.
No no no. She grasped his arm lightly. He was terrified that his inability to breathe in response to her every touch was a blaring beacon. He wished these tactile interactions didn t mean this much to him. I m not laughing at you I think it s so cool. Okay so root beer is a Coke Substance because of root beer floats then?
Exactly.
Ok I think I ve got it. So how does this help you figure out what to eat?
Well it doesn t really but if I m hungry I always have to have Salt before Sugar . And I always have to have Coke with Salt but I can never have Coke with Sugar
So you can never just sit down and have a candy bar? You have to have potato chips and a cola beforehand?
Exactly. I figure if I m hungry I should eat something substantial first then treat myself to the Sugar only if I still want it afterward. Gary chuckled at himself trying to fight off his tight nerves. It helps me keep my trim figure.
Her eye s squinted at him in an expression of beautiful dumbfounded-ness. I can t believe I m saying this but that actually makes sense. Are there any other food rules I should know about? I mean you re changing my life here Aristotle. She giggled earnestly.
Well actually–
Ladies and gentlemen said Mr. Litten at the front of the room. I think we better go over some of your observations before we finish today. Who would like to start? The two of them shared a tiny moment of disappointment and turned to face the front amid the shuffling of papers and murmurs throughout the rest of the classroom. Gary s heart was alternately jumping on air and then sinking into the floor. He d made her laugh and that was the best feeling in the world but he was sure it couldn t last. He felt her hand again–this time pushing playfully against his shoulder. When he looked over she was smiling at him.
She whispered with her glinty expressive eyes You re a wacko you know that?
He shrugged and cracked a smile. I know.
Has it ever occurred to you that some guys might actually like girls who don t have tits the size of bowling balls? Adrienne was not one to mince words–especially when it came to sex.
Kathleen laughed into the phone receiver. Her sister always had a way of making her do that. You could a fooled me.
Seriously. You actually talked to this guy? Wow that s great Kath! It s about time. I mean obviously he likes you. Is he cute?
Oh man Ree. She surprised herself with her gushing response. He really was. I didn t really realize it until now though. He s kinda crazy but really smart. I like it. He s very she mocked Gary s clinical matter-of-fact way of speaking in a low voice of authority Well Kathleen it s like Aristotle s modern-day food tragedy. Ruh-rah ruh-rah ruh-rah. It s so funny! I don t think he really likes me too much though. He s so serious you know?
That s so cool! I ve never heard you talk like this. You actually think he doesn t like you? What s not to like? He looks at you when he thinks you don t see him right?
I don t know.
Yes you do. He does. Kath I can tell he likes you from here and I m not even in the same state! Three food groups huh? If I ate like he does I d. . . . Wait that kind of does make sense doesn t it?
I told you!
Anyway trust me he likes you. Plus it s high time you saw a guy naked–I mean a real one.
Ree! Kathleen blurted into the phone receiver with an embarrassed giggle.
Kath! Adrienne mocked her little sister. What? Seriously! You re eighteen you re sexy you re funny. You need to get out of your head. You oughta feel him out. Lord knows this guy isn t going to make the first move. Maybe you should give him a thrill. You might learn something.
What do you mean?
Show him how pretty you are! You have no idea what kind of power you have. You have a knack for flying under the radar but if you wanted to you could fuck all those guys silly and have them begging for more–even that T guy.
Kathleen was sometimes embarrassed by how well her sister knew her. She just knew she would love sex if she tried it. Her fantasies had always been vivid with ideas of joyful easy crazy sex of all kinds–sometimes the perversity of her sexual utopia even surprised her. No way.
Yes way! Look you don t have to do anything. Maybe Gary s just an idiot and doesn t deserve you. But don t you dare waste the first time you have sex by being all passive and doe-eyed about it. You deserve better.
Kathleen took Adrienne s words in silently. She felt tears welling in her eyes.
Kath?
Yeah. I guess she said weakly.
No no. I know. Sweety you don t have to take my word for it. Hell just wear some shorts and a tight t-shirt one day and see how he reacts. You ll see what I mean. Adrienne giggled naughtily. He sounds like he s the shy type sometimes they re the best Kath.
What was she trying to do torture her? Gary had such a tall quiet strength about him. Thoughts of him leaning his sweaty naked body over her–fucking her–assaulted her psyche. What if she did have the power to get a reaction like that out of him? The mere fantasy sent a familiar rush into the depths of her pussy. She suspected she d be pulling out her vibrator tonight for one of her extended sessions.
Wow. I don t know.
Well you make up your own mind. Just make sure that you go after what you want not just what you can get. You ll get it. I promise. Do something wild!
Kathleen really did admire her sister. I miss you Ree.
I miss you too sweety. I know you really like to watch people but you re missin out Kath. You remember what I said. Your terms. Stay safe but have some fun for cryin out loud. It s just sex.
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Kathleen had had to dig deep through her dresser to find a T-shirt that actually hugged her body and the one she found was embarrassingly tight. She had almost changed when she looked in the mirror and saw how much her small boobs stuck out and stretched against the material. She felt like a wannabe sex-pot. Her legs felt strangely vulnerable and cold without jeans on but it was still warm enough to justify the shorts she wore. A powerful rush of empowerment and nervousness filled her body. The second chemistry lab was today.
She sensed the reactions to her attire the minute she started walking down the hallway that morning. Her new level of exposure had her breathing in shallow puffs unless she concentrated and forced herself to relax. She caught guys staring down at her legs and more attention than ever before was paid to her chest. She got an electric thrill out of it her fantasies were playing out for real. Why hadn t she tried this before? She wanted to turn them all on but one in particular was her target. The idea of her soaked pussy seeping its juice into her panties all day and the thought that Gary might even smell her as she sat next to him that afternoon drove her crazy.
At lunch while eating her home packed turkey sandwich and a soda from the vending machine Kathleen smiled at the thought of Gary s three food groups especially when she realized that her normal routine would be to revisit the vending machines after she ate and pick up a bit of after- Salt Sugar in the form of a candy bar. She couldn t wait to see his face when she laid the latest head-scratcher she d come up with on him.
After eating she found herself too filled with nervous energy to stay still for very long. She decided to burn some it off by taking a walk around campus. As she wandered by the basketball courts she caught sight of Gary and his group of friends playing a pick up game. Seeing T. with his flamboyant and downright obnoxious antics on the court in contrast to Gary s more low-key brand of sportsmanship had her shaking her head in wonder at how those two could have become such good friends. They were practically inseparable at school except when their class schedules didn t match. She wished she understood guys friendships better. Inspiration struck her and she quickly dropped her bag on the ground sat down and then pulled out her notebook. A grin slowly formed across her face stretching into a smile of hopeful affection as she began sketching.
Her pencil moved quickly and confidently over the page and she soon found herself whole-heartedly engrossed in her new project. She sat quietly in the grass her knees raised to support her notebook–studying his muscles watching the way he loved his friends more than the game sketching the hidden fire behind his eyes–deeply and comfortably ensconced in her familiar role as the invisible watcher. She couldn t wait for later this afternoon when she would try her hand again at being a participant.
Tofu! Ha! How about that? Kathleen sprung it on him with glee.
Well Gary said matter-of-factly I would classify tofu as a Salt Substance .
Kathleen opened her mouth and exhaled sharply. She was annoyed by his seemingly perfectly prepared reply but more by the fact that he seemed to give no reaction to her specially engineered attire. He kept not looking at her. You re just cheating now! Cheater! She reached her perpetually bare foot out and kicked him playfully in the calf.
Ouch! Gary laughed–not the reaction she had wanted either.
Oop sorry. Her instinct was to reach down and pull his leg up. She wanted to squeeze and massage his calf under the auspices of apology. She wanted to feel his hands against the material of the t-shirt stretched over her breasts. She was already getting herself more excited than she should. If only he would just look at her.
No no it didn t hurt. Gary s eyes wandered away focusing on the pages of her open notebook and then they opened wide.
Geez did you draw these? Gary leaned over and touched the page studying some of her sketches in the margin of her notes.
Yeah. Her eyes lowered to the floor. Maybe she wasn t sexy after all. Maybe she d never be sexy.
Wow these are. . . Gary stared silently at a particularly large sketch she d drawn a few days ago. Is that? Gary smiled at the sketch. Is that Kelly Granger? He whispered.
That did it. Not one look. Not one single look at her legs or the breasts that seemed to her to be popping off her chest. And now he was looking at some stupid drawing she d done of big-titted Kelly instead of her. She felt so stupid.
Can you just leave that alone? Okay? She quietly snapped the notebook away from him deflated.
Gary s smile drained away as quickly as hers did. His eyes shifted uncertainly but she was too disappointed with herself to try to make him feel better.
They awkwardly went back to work on their lab recording their observations and drawing some conclusions.
I m sorry. Gary finally said inexplicably as they finished up. His eyes were so earnest and sad.
What? Why? Wait what was he just looking at?
I don t know. Maybe I said something wrong before? She saw it again his eyes were lingering on her forearm and then on her feet and then away. Kathleen looked down and squinted at the sparse freckles on her arm and wondered what he could possibly be interested in.
No no it s okay she said absently trying figure out what was happening.
In a rush she realized it. He had been checking her out. He was so sneaky about it. It was so different from the way the boys in the hall had been watching her. He was sneaking peeks not at her breasts but at her hair. She caught him looking at her tummy and when she looked down she realized the hem of her tight shirt had ridden just slightly above her belly button. He wasn t looking at the obvious places–maybe he was just afraid to–but he was looking. A newfound excitement surged into her body. She playfully pulled her shirt down and felt her fingers against her navel wondering what it would be like to feel the tiny whiskers of his chin against her tummy. She wanted him to not be afraid. She imagined him lusting over her drinking in the flesh of her body until he could no longer control himself. Her eyes squinted as she tried to suppress a growing smile in the corner of her mouth while she watched him.
What? He looked down at himself and felt around his face for anything out of place. What d I do?
She simply smiled and shook her head. Nothing. She caught him doing it again. When she saw it her chest fluttered with innocent lust. She saw the veins in his arms fresh from the exertions of playing basketball with his friends and smelled the lingering aroma of his body s perspiration–proof of his manhood hiding behind a strange and gentle mind. He was so much taller than she was and she loved the fantasy of making his knees buckle by giving him a blowjob. When she looked up she caught his eyes locked onto her legs. It was only an instant before he pulled his gaze away but she saw clearly the hungry glazed expression on his face. She imagined what his reaction might be if she spread her legs under the lab counter unzipped her shorts for him and fingered her seeping cunt until she came right there in the classroom. Excitement splashed over her like hot water cooled only by the memory of how bitchy she had been to him earlier.
Oh she said forcing herself back into reality and reaching to open her notebook. Yeah I m sorry. I just get. . . I don t know. I don t let too many people look at my drawings. She looked up wanting to make sure she wasn t pushing them onto him. Did you want to see more?
Can I? Those are really something.
Kathleen shook her head. No. They aren t but I think we ve clearly established that you re insane she quipped mocking Gary s own speech patterns. She tentatively opened the book to the sketch of Kelly. I don t know. I like to draw people.
Damn that s incredible. The sketch showed as good a representation of Kelly as Kathleen could draw. She had accentuated everything sexual about Kelly s looks that Kathleen loved and that she felt Kelly was so good at accentuating herself.
I think she s so cool said Kathleen absently as she studied the articulate power of Gary s fingers and the veins that spidered over the back of his hands. She wanted so badly to know what those strong fingers would feel like inside her.
Kelly? Really? Why? Gary seemed surprised.
Have you really watched her? She touched her fingers to the page so that they were right next to his uncomfortable at sharing her own incessantly sexual thoughts about people. She was scared she was going to say more than she should but she wanted so much to be close to someone other than her sister for once and Gary had a quietly understanding quality about him. Kelly loves guys. I mean I don t know her or anything but you can see it in the way she acts. She doesn t just tolerate them or. . . or tease them. She loves them. And she s so pretty. She looked at him nervously Sexy–you know? I just think that s so cool. She was afraid to continue.
She often wondered what Kelly s sex life was like. She imagined Kelly as always in control–not taking any crap even from the sleazy guys–but at the same time not being afraid of them or even put off by them either. It was an idea that Kathleen admired–an idea she would aspire to if only she had the desirability that Kelly had. Kathleen liked people who found the best in other people and Kelly clearly did. She was such a beautiful person to watch–her subtle communications and intense sexuality. She wished she could share all that with Gary without frightening him away. Sounds stupid huh?
Watching him looking not at the drawing but at her with those deep green eyes she felt a sheen of sweat starting to form on her skin. No. he said softly. I think it s amazing.
For a brief moment Kathleen didn t have to imagine what it was like to be Kelly anymore.
I ve never he said carefully choosing his words and pulling his eyes away from her in order to flip through more pages of her sketches. I don t understand people like you do.
Kathleen blushed slightly even as her hands grasped the seat of her chair tightly in an effort to resist her fantastic sexual ache. Eh. It s nothing really. I don t understand food like you do so we re even she smiled. He must be able to see right through her.
He stopped on the page she d filled earlier that morning. Kathleen held her breath with the worry that it might hurt his feelings but she wanted him to see it. It was a drawing of Gary and his friend T. in a purely imaginary moment–both of them walking side-by side with their arms playfully around each other s necks. Gary had a smile of contemplation while his friend s mouth opened wide in a frozen moment of animated discussion. Kathleen nervously watched Gary take the drawing in.
He placed his finger on it silently.
Do you like it? Kathleen timidly ventured.
He looked up at her open mouthed. That s me and T. isn t it?
Well yeah. It s just a sketch I did this morning. Cleaned it up a little last class. Is it bad?
Is it bad? Are you kidding? he said with wide eyed incredulity. It s. . . Why did you do that?
I don t know she shrugged bashfully. Her nerves were hypersensitive with apprehension giving her trust to him. Her toes played absently with her sandal straps and she had even caught him watching them. Her pussy was soaked. She could feel it–it was embarrassing and liberating. When he wasn t looking her eyes found his crotch–and she wished she could see through his pants.
It s incredible Kathleen. He trailed off thoughtfully. It s. . . It s like we re walking down to the pearly gates except that T. doesn t realize he s not gonna make it that far. He raised his eyebrows to himself. Course I probably won t make the cut either.
Kathleen laughed and wished she had control over her dirty imagination.
T. s kind of a pain in the ass. He looked up at her with a smirk. Nicely captured by the way.
They both laughed again.
But he is my best friend. I m not sure how much of him I ll see after we graduate. I don t think he s going to go to college. As if he was having a conversation with himself he suddenly had a look of conviction on his face. I should really just go to his damn party.
What party?
T. s having a Halloween party on Saturday. I hate those things but he paused again. I should go. He looked at the picture again. This is really beautiful Kathleen.
Kath.
Kath? Okay. For the first time he looked straight into her eyes. There was a fire within him but also a quiet frustration in his eyes that she didn t know how to interpret. They shared a tenuous moment of silence and it seemed to her that he might want to say something more when as if on cue:
Okay folks let s talk about what you guys came up with. There was Mr. Litten up front wanting to talk about the stupid lab.
She needed to find out more about this party but first she needed to get to a bathroom–pronto.
Gary tried in vain to talk himself down on his way home but the uncontrollable energy of anticipation in his body refused to cooperate. He was riding an all too familiar roller coaster of emotions. The excitement and ballooning affection he felt for Kathleen battled with his sobering feelings of stupidity when he reminded himself how little it probably all meant to her. She liked him as a friend just like all the others had. It was him who always took it a step too far–the Valentine s card that said a tiny bit too much or the birthday gift that was a little too expensive.
He was trying to learn from his mistakes and he was terrified that asking her to T. s Halloween party would be just that. He didn t want to see Kathleen look at him with the same poor Gary eyes that the others had or see her shut down all those flirty fun things about her in the interest of saving his feelings in the long run. It would be so much easier if he could just turn off this aching need he had to love someone.
He was already afraid that he might have gone too far. He felt terrible for upsetting her when he peeked over at her drawings but they were all just so beautiful. Every time he saw her Kathleen seemed more and more sexy to him. It was all he could do not to keep his eyes from staring like a mindless lecher at the tight breasts pressing against her shirt or her bare legs and her toes as they playfully wrapped around the steel base of her lab chair. There was so much in Kathleen s description of Kelly that Gary loved about Kathleen. He wished he had had the guts to tell her that.
T. just had to have it wrong. Gary was convinced that having sex with someone like that with Kathleen couldn t help but be an incredible experience. The overwhelming feelings in his body even now were enough to convince him that the reality might just give him a sublime heart attack.
After pacing the house most of the night sick with the idea of actually eating any dinner he said goodnight to his parents and went to his room.
The images of her face her ponytail and her smile flooded his mind. The smell of her body lingered in his nose. What would it be like to really be close to her? He wished he had T s confidence.
He nervously pulled off his t-shirt and jeans and then let his briefs drop to the floor so he could step out of them. He opened the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out one of the pieces of material that he d cut from the latest downy soft t-shirt that he d bought for this specific purpose. He didn t know how to feel allowing himself the hopeless luxury of fantasizing about a girl in Real Life but his cock grew hard with his thoughts of ridiculous possibility.
He laid the material on the bed smoothing it out with his hands. With a nervous sigh he rested his body on his stomach so that his cock was pressed flat against the folded shirt scrap. He laid his head on his ear his arms straight down his sides and his hands squeezed under his hips to give his crotch leverage. His body started moving against the soft cock blanket and his cock grew even more as the friction of the soft material massaged it. His mind was alive with beautiful impossible images.
He ventured ideas of touching Kathleen s delicate arms. He wanted to know what it was like to feel the weight of her head laying on his chest. He imagined her allowing him to bury his nose in her hair and run his hand up her back. The thoughts made his body shiver involuntarily as he eased his crotch up and down against the bed.
His mind saw her face drawing nearer to his. He imagined what his breath would be like–heavy shaky uncontrollable. He longed to know what it would feel like to penetrate the wet boundary of her mouth with his tongue and touch her own. Chills shot up his spine and a violent intake of breath filled his lungs. Drool was collecting at the bottom corner of his mouth. His cock was hard but his body was far too overwhelmed with adrenaline to separate the excitement of the possibility with the sexual need between his legs. His body thrust unsteadily firmly willing his quaking muscles to do his bidding rather than allowing them to convulse out of his control.
The thought of touching his mouth to hers seemed almost mythical. He had no frame of reference as to what that would feel like what it would taste like. It was simply enough to imagine her willingness to kiss him but he wanted more.
He raised his body off the bed and onto his knees–looking down at his engorged shaft. It seemed to be bigger now than he d ever seen it before. He slowly wrapped his hands around the base of it imagining what Kathleen s fingers might feel like. He wondered if she would be tentative and scared or if she d been with a man before and would laugh at his inexperience.
He slowly rubbed up and down balancing the gentle friction with the pressure of his hand against the sensitive head. He tried to envision what Kathleen might look like naked even as he felt he was somehow violating her privacy with his mind. It was vividly exciting. His hand gained speed and he imagined sliding his cock into her pussy. Would it hurt her? Would she like it? He wanted to bury it in her and feel her tightness–to finally feel that place that was meant to take a man s cock. He longed to know how differently the sensation would compare to that of his awkward fist. He leaned his head down and allowed his spit to drip down across the tip of his cock. He wondered whether Kathleen s pussy would be wet. Would she enjoy the feelings she gave him? Would he make her feel just as good? God he wanted to.
Ooh. His trembling voice choked quietly into the room. His fist tightened envisioning Kahtleen s t