Euphrotica

Sarah Knowles (fF NS)

"You call this Cobbler?" Right next to the Home of the Centurions mural which inspired me to this tirade. I tucked my copy of the calendar under my arms, while she looked at me doubtfully.

"Now what?" She let the sprayer bounce, took off her gloves, and slammed the doors up on the dishwasher. "It's a cobbler, so of course it's Vegan." She thought, "And gluten free." Since the last time was about not using Anchovies in the dressing.

"I'm not a pseudo celiac any more than a bunny hugging herbivore, this is about saying what you mean, and meaning what you say. A cobbler is topped with biscuits, while this is more of a crumble. Never mind the fact that you use peaches from a can, despite them being in season, it would be just as easier to use them as call this bungle a Crumble."

"Well, I don't write the menues, and I have work to do." Gloves already back on, "So, if you have any more semantic debates about that, you can take it up with the schoolboard." Which I will, with this practice, and some intelligence from the head cook, who probably resents washing dishes anyway.

If I'm going for President this year, it's better to be prepared. "Oh, and oats aren't Gluten Free," if she was thinking about advertise it. I have a friend, and she's not pseudoceliac, either. She knows better, but it seems more common every year...

Euphrot (ff pseu/saphism NS, Roma)

"Why do you stare?" For once, I looked up at her, instead of away.

Sarah, from English class. "Huh!" I looked down, "I don't know, because you're pretty?"

"You think?" She sat down, next to me!? Why my heart decided to beat so fast, it was a little embarrassing.

I nodded, "I wish I were that pretty."

"Oh," she laughed, "Your not, ugly?"

"Thanks," my ears burned, but now I can't look at her.

"You read today's Poem?" From class. She did, or yesterday's. It was her turn, I'd probably have to recite it tomorrow, than. So I pulled out the book.

"Not yet," but. When she read, well it was a love-poem. I don't remember it that well, never really got into poetry, but the way she read it. Except when she said "Him," or "He." I could feel it, or it felt like. Well, I never felt that way about a poem before. "Um," I bit my lip, "You like, poems?"

"They're all right," but I could see it. On her face, her frown when she had to say "His..."

"Uh!"

"What?"

"Huh," I tried to think, but she's, distracting me? "Could you, read it for me? I mean, I can read, but I don't get poems, like you do."

It's not a love poem, so she doesn't frown, or hesitate, to say, "His Breast.

What?" She stops. Smiles, but turns away.

So, I looked down. "I don't know, I." Just don't know, "Just. Hahun, when you read like that," she looks so beautiful. I watched people read before, but just her eyes, tracking back and forth, the words, formed by her lips, "Could you read that last part, again?" Was she wearing blush? How could I not notice her makeup? Like all through class, then when she sat down. Well, her hair hung over the side of her face.

"Um," she bit her lip, so I did too. "Raged at, his breast, gulped, and died..." She's a great speaker, I can tell she doesn't feel as scared, standing up in front of everyone, but the way she reads. Even the other students didn't laugh, or trade notes, they all sat, and listened. Terry even stopped snoring, and sat up. "Now you try."

So, I did, but. I kept getting distracted. Leaning over, to read the book in her lap, and the breese. I could hear it in the tree overhead, and her hair slipped over her shoulder.

"Um?" I sat back, "What kind of name is Ofrot?"

"Euphrat," I nodded, "It's Slowak. My mother is from Czeckeslowakia."

"'Slovakia?"

"It's spelled that way, but she says 'Slowak'." I shrug, "I don't know what it means."

"Well, it's a pretty name."

"Like Sarah?" She looks away, frowning like she had to read 'His...' "What's wrong with Sarah?"

"I don't know, it's so, common? I mean, there's fifty-eleven Sarahs, and I hate when they say 'Sarah Knows'." She made a face.

"Yeah," I can understand that, "But I like," you, "The way it sounds. When you say it."

"Sarah?" Breathy? At the end.

"Mm hm!" Nod, and let my lip pop back out. "Puh!" I took my book back, and tried again.

"Raging at..." His, I looked over. At her eyes, but then she frowned.

"What?"

"Why don't. Uh! When you read the poem, in class." I don't know the words, "Huh, well, I could feel it, the way you said it, but."

"What?"

"Him." She frowned, "You kept frowning like that, whenever it said Him."

"Well, it's kinda, erotic." she looked away. "Doncha think?"

"Yeah." Seriously, I didn't even know what that word ment before, but they made us read that, in high school!? "Well," had to say something, "This isn't that kinda poem. It's about War," but I don't see what's so kind about it?

"Yeah, so you want to put more force into it. "WAR!" It's not."

"Why does he say it's 'Kind'?" ~S. Crane.

"Because it isn't. It's facetious, um. Sarcasm?" I just wanted to hear her say it, again.

"Oh," I get it. "So like war is cruel, so he calls it kind to make fun of it." So I kept saying Kind, until I stopped to see if that would make her say it.

"Right. Um, you got lunch?"

"No, lunch money," I'm saving it, "I'll get hungry later."

"You're not trying to lose weight."

"Why not?" Maybe a little.

"Well, for one thing, how much do you have to lose?" I had to look away, from her eyes. Looking down at my body before she frowned.

"I don't know, a few pounds?"

"Do you feel ugly?"

"I guess?"

"Well, you aren't." She got out a book, "Look," her sketch book, and a pencil. She flipped past a bunch of pictures.

"Why does she have horns?"

"She's a goat?"

"Why do you draw goat-people?" Naked?

"Well?" she shrugged, "I don't know, it's different? Look around, all you see all day is the same people, the same walls, the same everything, and it's boring. And, I guess I wanted to see what she'd look like, with horns."

"And a beard?"

"Well, she Is a goat! So, she has a goatie." I laughed. "Mh," she found a clean sheet, but got up, and crossed her legs.

"They are all shaped," to put it nicely, "Like you?"

She shrugged, "I only have myself, to model." She sketched some, "I like curves."

"Yeah," I like her's, "Me too." I swallowed.

In front of me, her pencil traced a circle, then came back around to point down, then back up. Like my chin. "Beauty isn't." She moved up to the top, "Like a line.

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It's not like, pretty over here, an ugly over there, because you are not. Well, nobodie's 1 thing.

Here, you have your face,

but here you have, your nose." Or just the bottom, the shadow under it.

"Your mouth."

She draws with lines, but then, she just shaded over my lips for the nose, I sighed. "So, you have pretty lips," my face burned, "and your nose is. Like the proportion above your mouth, and below it." She held it up, turned it right side up. "Here, and here, most girls have more chin, but yours is more centered, or even."

"Huh!" Never saw that before. "Well," I mean, compared to other girls, but when she stopped talking. "I could model for you." Yeah, it's not like she has more chin than me, but I guess I've got more lip? "Some time?"

"Yeah," she looked up, smiling. "So, what I'm saying is, you have pretty eyes, and your mouth, and your nose, but beauty isn't all those parts, so much as how they look together. This is your face. All of it, and while the proportions aren't what everyone calls "Pretty," it gives you an unique beauty all your own. We all have beauty," I shrank back. She just pushed my hair away, "But you. You hide it too much."

"Really?" Her eyes, I don't know how she can call my eyes pretty, but she didn't look away.

"Yeah," she smiled, "But these bangs." She frowned.

"What?" So, she cut them. In the restroom, she had makeup too, I just never noticed her wearing it, because she makes it look invisible. Even among all the confusion of being dragged out of the cafeteria, and through the halls, I was intensely aware of my hand in both of hers'. Most girls seem to wear all these bright colors, like blue, and green over their eyes, but she just shaded. In the mirror, just holding the brush over my shoulder to get my cheek. "You have great cheekbones, but I have to fill in a lot to make it look like you have cheeks."

"Why?"

"Well, with the way they sink in, they make everything look gaunt, like a skull." I told you I was ugly, "No." she turned my head, looked me right in my eyes. "Stop that."

"What?"

"You hate yourself, stop it! Seriously, if you ever want someone to notice you, that's what they see first. Uh!"

"Like a boy?" She looked away, so I grinned. Didn't say anything, but I had my suspicions. Ever since I heard her read about 'His Kisses.' The way she frowned. "Sarah?" She looked back, "Are you gay?" She sure draws a lot of naked girls, and women, and, other, female, things.

"I don't know!?" she turned away. But the bell rang. I didn't care about class, but that ment girls coming into the bathroom, and it can get pretty crowded. And loud in there, too loud to talk.

So, I went to class. I wish I could draw like her too. Or draw her, the way she drew me, and all of a sudden I felt hungry. And skinny, too skinny, she said "Gaunt." I don't want to look gaunt, but the makeup. I could feel it on my cheeks, it was distracting. "Huh!"

Sarah (ff... NS)

"...Do not weep, War is Kind."

"Good, Oafraut." The other girls giggled, but she looked up.

"Euphrat." she shook her head, hanged it back to her seat.

"Very good, Eufrot." She tried. "Vast improvement." She wrote something down in pen.

"You read the whole thing!"

"Oaf!"

"Terence," she warned. "Now, we'll have to rush through the quiz, so write your essays, and bring them back tomorrow." She handed out the test sheets.

"Yeah," she leaned over, "I liked it, so I looked up the whole book." Read it from a library book, instead of the textbook. She heard us, so she leaned back.

"Good, Eaufrot. Perhaps you just needed the right inspiration." I bent over the paper, but she kept looking up. [Euphrat] wrote her name at the top. Not from her test, from the poem, as if she was reading it to me. "Huh!" I got up, hand in the quiz, and grabbed the pass. Didn't really have to go, that bad, but it's nice to have the restroom to yourself.

I wish she came with me. "Sarah?" my reflection asked me. "Are you gay?"

I could look away, but. "Huh!" Yeah. She's, I don't know if I really am, but. She's, so. ?

"Euphrat." The bell rang, and the halls were to crowded to catch her coming out, until lunch. Which means math. Bleagh! "Huh!"

Euphrat {ff... NS}

"Are you taking Art?" she hummed to herself too.

"Not yet," she shrugged, flipped over to the erasor, but the way she. Well she sketched the curve of of breast back and forth, then erased the lines she didn't want. It was fascinating to watch. "Huh! My mom, and dad I guess. They buy a lot of art, so," the other shoulder, "I guess I grew up with it. I like to draw."

"Girls," I noticed, "Nudes."

"Well," she shook her head, "You start with the bone-structure, then the flesh, and then the clothes." She just never seems to get to the clothes, not like they have, nipples, or anything.

"They have a lot of money?" She looked at me, "I mean, art. It's expensive."

"Well yeah. Some, we're not rich, but mom has some saved from her Modeling, and dad got lucky, on the markets."

"So, your mom's a model." Explained a lot.

"Well, not a supermodel, but when she was younger, she did some. Well mostly catalogs, and shows."

"What kind of shows?"

"You know, car shows, there was a commercial for a furniture store, but they don't run it anymore."

"Oh," but I guess it tells where, well honestly she looks like a model. Or she's beautiful, and tall, but not as skinny.

"You're eating lunch." Oh right, brought a sandwitch.

"School food," I made a face. "Huh!" She frowned, "All right, I thought about, what you said. In the bathroom yesterday, about my cheeks?" Or lack thereof. "And well? I guess you're right. I have been getting pretty gaunt."

"Huh!" What!? "If this is the weight you're comfortable with, then who am I to tell you different?"

"But I'm not." She looked confused, "Comfortable with it. My body, I hate it. Ever since I started, you know."

"Your period?" Set down my sandwitch.

"No? Well growing, but that was right after. That, started."

"You don't want to grow up."

"No, I mean? I don't know, it just feels. Weird I guess. I just don't even feel like myself, any more. And it's scary, how boys look at me, and all the things the girls say and."

"Stop." She held my shoulders, "Take a deep breath, and let it out. You just about talked yourself into a panic attack, and there's nobody even here." I looked around.

Back at her, "You're here," but she doesn't scare me. Well, maybe a little, I mean my heart started slowing down, but when I looked back in her eyes. It beat deeper.

"Oh," she pulled out her sketchpad, "That reminds me, I finished it." Put it over the doodle she was doing in the back of her notebook. Of a breast, I'm pretty sure that's what she was drawing, without even thinking about it. Okay, my cheeks too, but I can't help think she really likes to draw big round breasts. Utterly unlike mine.

"Wow," I did look pretty. Except my cheeks. Or the bone, kind of looking sideways, so you could barely see one eye, but with my jaw, it was like you could see my skull through my skin, or the lines where she erased it. "Uhlk!" I burped a little. "Pardon me."

"You don't like it."

"No," I shook my head, "I love it, that was just gas." I just felt so full, and a little sick. And gaunt. Except my belly, it stuck out, sitting down full like that, so I got up. Felt a bit better. But the bell rang, so she stuffed the rest of my sandwitch in the bag. "No," I stopped her at the trashcan, and recycling bins. "I'll finish it later." I guess my stomach just shrank. "Uh!"

"Watch it," I rubbed my shoulder, "Oaf!"

"Fuck you," look back, "Terry."

"You wish."

I made it back to the bathroom, well the sink, at least. "Hurlk!" Wiped my mouth, and looked away long enough for it to rinse down the drain. Washed my face, and mouth out, and spat. "Huh!" I did look gaunt, so I finished my sandwitch on the way to class. Late. "Uh!" I hate school.

But, the next day she wasn't there. In her seat, I kept looking over at it, empty, next to me. I could even use her help, with this poem. Today's was olde. English, with all these thees, and thous, and suchlike. But, "Huh!" I just wanted to see her. Listen to her, watch her eyes read, and her mouth form the words.

Her lips, I think I can draw them a little better. Now, I remember how they look, every curve by now, it's just translating them to the page. So, I tried sketching like her. Erasing all but the line I wanted, or the lines. Had I even ever seen her smile like this, from the side? I can't remember if she had. Where they come together, I flipped over to join them into a better curve. I'm going to shade them anyway, especially the top one, but her eye. That's the hard part, capturing her's beauty, looking down, at me. Sitting, like I did that first lunch, when she drew me. Only I'm looking up from the page, at me, the wrong way.

So, I flip back, and erase the pupil carefully. The angle is all wrong, so when I turn them to look at her, I come out all cross-eyed, and staring at her chest. Or where it would be, when I draw it. Instead, I erase her eye, and her lips, and start over where my picture is looking. While I'm at it, I erase the half eye, so I don't look crosseyed. I don't think you'd be able to see it at this angle anyway, but then it looks empty, next to the one with an eye in it. "Huh!" I wish she was here, to help me.

I look up, turn my head sideways. That freshman, or girl I guess. Looks a little bit like her, and don't they ride the same bus? "Hey," I don't even remember tucking the pencil in the spiral, much less leaving for lunch. Alone, it never bothered me before, but she really does look like Sarah, the closer I get.

"What?" She's prettyfat. I mean, she has one of those faces, I can see her sisters' beauty, even the bones in her cheeks, but a freshman, so too young?

"Uh," I look down, "You know Sarah, right?"

"My sister?" she shrugged, "Or some other Sarah."

"Yeah," I guessed, "I'm in her Literature class, so I noticed she's."

"Sick," she sniffed, "I think she caught my flu, or something." I guess I forgot other people get sick.

"Well," I thought, "I got our homework, and assignment here." I dug in my shoulder-bag.

"I'll make sure she gets it."

"No!" I shook my head, "I mean, she helped me with it, the last couple days. So, you think I could," can't believe I'm saying this, "Comeover. This afternoon? To study." Or why I miss her so much. I mean, I just saw her, yesterday, but when she got on the bus. Just standing here, with her sister. Even though I have to look down, instead of up, she really looks like her, only younger.

"Sure," she looked aside, a little uncomfortable too. "Yewfratt, right?"

"Did she talk about me!?"

"No," she laughed, and pointed. "It's on your notebook." Didn't even try Kopexi. {"Kopechi," it's actually somewhere between Cyrillic and the Greek Chi.} That I still haven't gotten the assignment out of, just hugged it to my chest. Her head tilted, looking up a me. "Are you her girlfriend?"

"Noho!" Not yet. "Huh! I'll just meet you at the busses, after school." But her girlfriend. Even her little sister knows, or suspects. Of course, they're sisters, but she Is gay! Or, maybe even just gay enough to love me.

That would be wonderful!

Sarah {ff...G Roma NS}

"Hey, Sarah." she grinned around the door, "Your girlfriend followed me home."

"'Fanny!" My face heated up.

She giggled, "I'll leave you two alone..."

"Uh!" But, I did miss her. All day, and all morning, and last night, and yesterday afternoon, on the bus. I never wanted to go to school so much, but mother wouldn't let me. "You're sick," she told me. I know!

"I brought our homework, and today's poem, and essay assignment."

"Thanks, Uh!" I coughed, and grabbed the trashcan. "Don't touch me," I spat, "I'm sick." Pulled another tissue out to blow my nose.

"Well," she sat back on Stephanie's bed. "Okay." Across the room, with her legs crossed, but close enough. I could see her, and talk to her, and listen to her try to recite the poem.

"Certes," she looked up. "It means. Like Surely, I guess." She raised her eyebrows, and smirked. "What?" Beautifully, I might add.

"Don't call me Shirley." She laughed.

"Okay," I sighed, "Euphrat." Opened my eyes.

"Oh!"

"What?"

"Say it again!"

"What, Euphrat?"

She shook her head, "Like you just said it."

So, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. "Euphrat." Hinh! "What?"

"Sorry," she blushed, "It's just that, nobody said it right. Before."

"Is it Auphrut, or Auphrot?" The a sounds more like an o, or u, or somewhere between, but not like frout, or fruot.

"The Eu is almost the same as in Aunt, but most people guess as in Europe." IDK, Slowak, I guess? "Either way, I just like how you say it." And I just wanted to kiss her, but I'd have to get up, and I don't want to make her sick, and why does my body betray me like this at the worst possible time? Uh!

"Why'd you look so mad?"

"I don't know," I lied, and looked away. "I just hate feeling sick."

"Hey, girls!" Uncle Tom (No relation, he's white) looked in. Let his eyebrow down.

"ToOM!" I sat up, dizzy, but he pulled his head back before the door slammed on it. "What?"

"You call your dad Tom?"

I shivered, and got back under the overs. "He's not my Dad!" I tried to laugh, "Uh!" Coughed. Even sweating with a fever, my arms don't know whether they're hot, or cold, but I felt like snuggling into the blanket, and pillow. "He just married my Aunt, Sophia." Like, to disappear, if she can come with me. So yeah, I knew. Before that, the other day it occurred to me, but "Certes, ..." she looked back down.

Right then I knew I was falling in love with her. "Oh," she grabbed another book, "I looked it up."

Baby names. "What?"

"Euphrat," she held it up, and her eyes scanned beautifully. "Polish, Czeckeslowakian, Serbo-croat, and Finnish. From Persian for the Euphrates, it says."

"Oh," like the Tigris, and Euphrates, I guess. The rivers around Eden, I remember from sunday school. Church, I looked down, blushing. "Huh!" I guess they would call these, thoughts, and feelings sinful, but I knew like the other day. Or that night, after she started drawing me. I was so turning gay for her, and here she is, too sick to touch her, which means I'd have to stay home, and not see her, and.

"Girls!" Sounded like her uncle, "Dinner!"

Chicken and dumplings, but the broth was thick, and creamy like a stew, and everything was in big chunks instead of cut tiny. Especially the chicken. "Mmmh!" I swallowed, "You're not hungry?"

She spat in the trashcan again, but just shook her head. Pulled out another tissue, and stuffed them down, but it was really full. "Uh!"

So, I ate hers too, it was so good! I took the trashcan down with the soup plates.

"Hey," Tom turned around, and leaned up on the sink, drying his hands. "What's your name again?"

"Euphrat." I looked away.

"Well, Auphrott." I rolled my eyes, "Sarah and Fanny don't usually bring friends over." He stood up, and I stepped back when he got closer. "Especially girls, as pretty as you."

"ToOM!" I bumped into the corner, but he had this look on his face, and it made me uncomfortable.

"Relax," I slapped his hands away, and covered my chest, but he grabbed my arms.

"Mmmh!" I tried, but it didn't get far through his mouth, and his breath stank, and all I wanted to do was scream. But he let my arms go, and his hands squeezed my butt. Half-backed against the wall, I got my arms out of his, elbow over the counter, and felt around until I caught something. It felt like a handle, or a jug, but it was stuck. Then it twisted free, and he fell down when I hit him over the head.

I just looked down, at the pitcher from the blender, right before it slipped from my shaking fingers, bounced, and shattered on the tile. Then, I ran upstairs, crying. "Hrulkh!" At least I brought the trashcan, so I could find the bathroom between heaves, but all I could think of was her, reciting: "His gentle kisses, like..." HUHL! Her frown. Big chunks too. Some felt strung together, and I wish I chewed more.

It took for-Ever! But finally I got it all out. Washed my face, my hands shaking under the water. Then, I had to wrince out the trashcan, gagging, but it wouldn't flush again until the tank filled up, and I was scared I'd just throw up again, or he'd be waiting for me, just outside the door, and

"Euphrat?" She knocked gently, and I relaxed a little. "Are you all right?"

I'm, NOT, "Fine?"

The knob shook back and forth. "Come on, open up the door."

I reached for the lock, my hand shook, but I think most of the terror was gone. Then she was inside, the door. Holding me in the bathroom, and her arms felt so nice, and her chest so soft on mine, and her neck cradling my head, and my hair, and I finally could take a breath. "Huh!"

"You think you caught my flu?"

She held me back, by the sides, and I looked up. She sniffed, and bit her lip. "No," I closed my eyes. "That's not what I caught from you."

I felt sick too, but I didn't want to let her go. I didn't care, any more. So, I'd miss school, so she can bring me my assignments, and maybe some of that chicken stew, and god her lips are so warm and soft and.

"I knew it!" Fanny pointed from the hall, hand over her mouth.

"Huh!" I swallowed. I did catch it.

It was so worth it. "Tom," she frowned. "Huh!" I hugged her, and started crying again.

"I know," she brushed my hair with her hand. Well, at least the grabby asshole went to the hospital. No stitches, but the paramedics said he might have a concussion. "Good."

She told me. When she was alone with him, he made her kiss him, and felt her up too. Or he used to, now he was doing it to Sarah, and he tried it on me.

No, sorry fucker. That doesn't work for me. So, he had to move out. With his wife, they didn't have kids. Not yet, I hope Sophia left him, before they had any daughters.

Turns out, her aunt Sophie was pregnant, great. Move in with the older brother, to have their first kid, and while you're there, random access to teenage girls!

I felt sick again all ready. No wonder she hates men.

Her mother wouldn't let the cops take me home. Made sure I was aware that our family didn't have to hear about what happened. "I mean, nothing really happened, he got fresh, and I knocked him the fuck out." Or, something like that.

"He's not coming back in my house."

"Good!"

"I'm not sure about their father, I'm going to have a talk with him about it before he comes back." She blinked, "Or when he comes home, before. I leave him alone with them?" She looked like she might start to cry?

"Aunt Sophia?"

"She's not going anywhere." They're not even related, but, "We're circling the wagons until I get some answers just as to what the Fuck has been going on at my house!?"

"Uh, right here," she pulled over, "Is fine."

She's pissed! I laughed, not really all that far from their house.

I mean, it was 5 rights, the way we came, but she drove out, and basically all the way around our neighborhoods. Barely stopped at any lights, I bet it was less than a block. It just took me a few hours to find my way backyards, trails, alleys, and streets. Mailboxes, driveways, I could probably draw it from memory if I stopped to instead of getting back to Her.

Out late, it's cold, I'm underdressed, but I'm still psyched from all the action, and if I go home like this, I'll have to talk to mom. And then, I have no idea what I'd tell her, but I swear if anyone gets in my way, they're. Probably, going to, have some bruises to show for it. "Huh," A branch down, over there, somebody's yard, I can break off a smaller stick. Get back over the ditch next to the street before I start pulling off twigs, and dropping them in the grassy trench, it could rain again for all I know. A little spongey, but dried, sucked into the roots I guess.

"Huh!" Just something to do with my hands, I should've eaten something, or stopped by the store, or, I don't know, maybe brought my backpack? Nah, left it under the eaves, It's heavy anyway, now where?

His hands on my chest, and his mouth over mine, "Huh?" Fuck, I twist my head around as much to clear up that it's not being pushed back sideways against the wall so I can't turn away from him.

I just cut through some bushes, between that yard and this park, but my arms and legs are nice and warm holding the stick, and, it doesn't have to be his hands. I knew her lips, what they taste like, I expected lipstick, but they were so red, and, I got through the darkness to the lights around the basketball courts, and jogged my way over to the tennis-courts.

"Whew," I guess that's how you hold a rifle, I've seen enough fighting movies to see how marching soldiers do it, without boobs. So, I drop the skinny end, and slide my hand up to walking-stick height.

Of course, the question I'm avoiding is what do I want to do when I get there? With her, Sarah, certainly nothing like what I can only imagine what he must've done to her. Pine, bark, but it's green, so it doesn't just peel off, but I can pick at it around a hollow knot where I pulled something out.

Well, what I really want is another round with mister grabby face. "Uhn!" It's a tree, it can take it, and the bough in my hand is springy, with a bit of a curve it bounces back out to. Like a saber, I guess. No 2 handed saber I've ever seen, but I'm not an expert on swords or anything. All the 2 handed ones I know are straight, and 2 edged like a dagger, except a Katana, and that's not really a saber either. This is curved more, and more like a spiral as it gets thinner.

"WhhHHKT!" I spin out, and swat one of those bushes that looks more like an ice-cream cone on a stick then a Christmas tree. "Huh!" skipped, and whirled it back, over to "WHKT! Whickt! Whicket!" On the ground to either side until the tip bounced off. So, it wasn't as sharp, but it felt lighter and faster anyway, and stopped hitting on the ground. WHwhwHWh!

"Yeah!" whkt! "Fuck with Me!" I ducked down, that last part echoed back to me a little, and some dogs started barking. Oh yeah, dogs. Don't break too much off of it. I like this stick!

"Shit," the highway. "Fence," first I heard it, but the headlights told me I didn't have to climb down, and go around the tiny pond of the drainage, basin, I guess. We don't have a creek, just a bunch of ditches, and pipes, 3 big spirally ones went under the highway, by the light reflected from the water in the bottoms.

"Huh!" I turned back, most of the bark loosened up, on what was left of the end. So, I pulled the longest piece, and peeled it back like a banana. As far as it would go.

Sarah {f...f Saph Fant Solo}

"Hh!" Okay, it didn't Have to be his hands. She never, well her thumbs were on top, on my hips, sliding up my sides, but going back before the ribs. Deeper than I can reach, and the mattress gets in the way, so I keep feeling up, and giggle a little.

"Huh!" Steph's still asleep. I think, I'll try to keep it down. But she never touched my chest. Not like his hands, gripping hard, but soft, gentle, with shorter fingers like mine, only even skinnier. 'hhhhhhhh!"

"Hm," she rolls over. Away, I think. Hard to tell in the dark, or by the way her shadow moves, silhouetted on the wall like her shadow. So, I close my eyes, and bite my lip. Gently as her hands grip everso slightly tighter, cupping around so my pinkies, or her thumbs, whatever brush the silky cups of the nightgown over my instantly stiffening nipples. "nM!" I held my breath, breathed a little in my nose, and let out. "Huhhhhh'...

And, while I'm painting her, I might as well skip ahead a little. I can already see some color coming into her cheeks, which already have some flesh growing into them, it's not my place, well, my body, but, I have to say. Something, before it is a health issue, and I love you, but. I just can't wait until we're both healthier.

And maybe a deeper tan. In the summer, she's "White," European, but not like English white, or German white, maybe even closer to Spanish white, if that's white, and not Latino. No, LatinA. Not that I care about white, but I like the color of her skin, and I'd love to see it darker. In a bathing suit, as soon as she has more to fill it out. But I'd like breasts, if she doesn't mind. Mine are okay, but they're not really right out in front of me where I can appreciate them, and it's awkward in bed so the matress gets in the way, and my damned thumbs are on the wrong sides.

But the next time I see her, I'm gonna get her hands on me if I have to put them there! Yeah, I should have done that, but my hands were busy exploring her boney. Well, back, sides, arms, neck, and most of her upper skeleton. Her hips, under her belt, pants, and tucked in shirt. "Huh," and maybe get her naked, so she can model for me, and I can get down her bone structure while I can still see it!

So, I got up, took my sketch-pad in the bathroom, and got it while it was fresh. Start with her nose, I like it, it's easy to draw, and back from ther to sketh in her eyebrow, and forhead. Just [\\\\] in her hairline to finish that later, then back down to swirl in a nostril. "Phf!" My bangs bounced. Her mouth, I love it, but, it's no fun to draw. I can't ever get it right, so I just move down her chin, and get started on her neck. I stuck my thumb in, to get her head height, or her face, then down,

('}

n Shoulder,

| ) Bust, or where it would be.

) | Midriff,

( | Behind,

| \ Thighs,

| / Calves,

'- Feet.

I napped all day, there's no way I'm going to school tomorrow, and if I can't have her here, I can at least get started replacing that first portrait I drew of her. Until I can fill in the body, under those clothes. Baggy winter clothes, she could be blue under there for all I know.

Take this Longing {Leonard Cohen (New Skin for the Old Ceremony).}

' ' ! "Many men have loved The Bells" ', ' , '! "You fastened to the rein." Mom's stereo, right on the other side of the wall.

I can remember her. Not like a photograph, I guess more of a hologram, but not a single moment captured, still. Not alive, either, but all the times I'd seen her, turn her head, and I have her profile, but she's not here, with me.

I can almost see me in her eyes, as if she's right in front of her face. Instead of the grey shape, looking back from the corner, but just a decapitated head, and the lines I blended into her throat. "Huh!"

"Your beauty lost to you yourself," The phonograph, "Just as it was, lost to them." on top of her TV.

She said something very much like that to me, so I sighed, which made me cough over the rest. "Huh!" I swallowed it, and touched the tip to the paper. A shoulder, glance up at the mirror, sit up more, push the pillows back in, well my back. Turned just this way, but with the hair still spilling over it, so I don't have to erase too much, and the smudge looks like it's shadow. I don't remember her ear, at all.

I have to take out a couple buttons to slip the sleeve down. Put my leg up to steady it on there, and try to get the dip behind her collarbone. She's right, I don't want to draw her head stuck on a bloody skeleton, but the crossed lines, I put a little slanting step for her hips, then moved back up, "Uh!" {0-|-/- like an Orthodox Cross, but probably subconscious.}

I coughed some more, snorted in snot and swallowed quick before I coughed again. "Uh!" Just took off the pajama top, my fever is back, so I kick off the covers, and;

"I love to see you naked over there," what is she listening to? "Especially from the back."

"Huh!" pick up the paper.

"Oh, take this longing from my tongue," I looked over at the mirror, "All the useless things these hands have done." Biting my lip, back down at her face, in the paper. "Untie for me your hired blue gown." Huh! "Like you would do, for one that you love."

The problem is, it's hard to see her bones through clothes, I'm not even going to try to get all the curves right, but I have bones I can see here, so I got comfortable, and turned the paper sideways. So she's laying down, which makes her hair look weird, "But," Hmm, sketch in a pillow, and, it kind of looks like, or explains why it hangs over my shoulder, as if it isn't there. Pull it out with my fingers.

So, I just sketch the pillow in higher, so it carries the hair over it, and add a little dip on the bottom between. Maybe some stray hairs, mine fall over, like that. "Yeah," looking up, and down, just don't draw my pad on the matress or the sheets, or anything. I can leave that for later, but with the covers kicked off, well I can just do the lines for her arms and legs, so no need to take off the bottoms, but my sweating feet feel nice and cool.

"Let me see your beauty broken down." Still not as beautiful, "Like you would do," as her, "For one you love..."

But I can see it now. I like the bangs, too.

{Prop Note, Vinyl copy of The Best of: Leonard Cohen. The one with him standing in the black winter coat that makes him "Like a spider," according to the liner notes. Also, she skips a verse in there, drawing longer than it took to write in words.}

"Euphrat?" {ff NS ED.}

"Yes?"

"Are you Bulemic?"

"What's that?" She just held me, in her arms.

"Well, you throw up a lot, and I couldn't help noticing, it's usually right after binge eating."

"Uh!" I rolled my eyes, away. "I just got over the flu, and." Just talking about it makes me nautious. "I just. Hh! I don't know, sometimes it's hard to keep" it all, "down."

"Yeah, but I had the same flu, and didn't even want to throw up. So," she held my face, "You don't do it on purpose, or make yourself. Throw up?"

I gagged a little, but nothing came up. "No," I shook my head, "I don't even like it, it sucks but like I said, I can't always keep it down."

"Then why do you binge-eat?"

"I don't," I shrug, "I mean yeah, I have been eating more, I just don't. You know, I don't want to be, so gaunt any more." For you! She gave me a booklet, or a pamphlet I guess. It's more like a sheet of paper, but folded in thirds with all this stuff about eating disorders.

[Is my Daughter Anorexic, or Bulimic?]

I looked down the billeted list.

"Huh!" I nodded. "Maybe I should talk to my doctor about it."

"Good," she hugged me, "Because I worry about you." Then kissed me, and petted my hair. Yeah, I got down to the possible health concerns, and side-effects. I rubbed the inside of my teeth with my tongue. They didn't feel, well I don't know what that feels like, but I suppose they would be pitted, or something, right? I only really started throwing up so much last week. "I care about you, you know that right?"

"Yeah," I waited, until she looked up. Stared into her eyes, and took a deep breath. "I love you." She smiled.

"Yeah," she just barely kissed me, "You too." Then she kissed me more.

"Especially how smart you are," I wiped my mouth. "I mean, you read a lot," and I just love to watch her read, "But, it's not like I know, anyone else who would have caught it. Before I started turning Bulemic." The first step. Yeah, now I know I have a problem.

And knowing is half the battle.

"Well," she smiled, "Stop that." Gently, even lovingly. Then, she kissed my head. "You ever seen Titanic?"

I shook my head.

Sarah' {ff Roma Cons}

After what happened last time, I took her bus to her home, and met her family. Only child, single mother, thick accent, and. To be fair, she's older, had 2 children, and grew up in central Europe. I looked it up, says Eastern, but really more central on the map. Back when it was Czechoslovvakia, before the war, she fled to America.

Met a nice man, "Grew apart," but he took his son, it was a "Bloody good arrangement." Met in England, incidentally. Liverpool, I believe. So, I don't want to say it, but "I lowe my dother." Didn't have her teeth in, yet. Just a plate of the incisors, and a canine on top, patting her hair, Anchor babies. But, as she said, he got a son out of the deal.

Very possessive, and "Conservative." Her daughter told me, Orthodox, they do the rite in Greek, but Russian orthodox, about unorthodox lifestyles, like say sexuality. When we get that far, God I hope she's ready to go that far. Soon, but I really want to. More than I want to wait for a healthy weight. Not judging, just a little more flesh, and a lot less bone. Proportionately.

Hell, she said "Feed a flu, and starve a cold" herself. I have thank her for what little more she had to love from that. But, that means shit work, in a dry cleaners, and a filthy little apartment. Share a bath, and well at least she has her own room. "I'm helping her with her math," and I'm helping her with everything else, but she needs it more, and I can't really talk about what she's really helping me with, because where she's from, there might be pitchforks and torches, if not shotguns, or AKs involved.

"And Art!" Gently, petting my bare cheek. In her room, "Studying," which is to say letting her draw me. From the side, looking over at her portrait.

"Hh, I." Turn to see her biting her lip, "Well how'd I do?" She didn't pop it out, which I hope I never get sick of, but she doesn't do it often. I just adore it when she does.

"Not bad," learning shadow, the trick I showed her of just drawing the outline, and evoking the contours with shading is really starting to pay off, and the expression on my face. 'huH!" I covered my mouth, "My eye!"

"Yeah," she turned her head around to see. "I think I did pretty good."

"It looks like, love?" Now that I know what it looked like.

"Well, yeah," she didn't let me see it before, "You were drawing me." She tapped the finished portrait. I blinked. She nodded, "I remembered." Wow, I'm not used to seeing myself in profile, but I had to wonder, at how she, just.

"How do you draw love in someone's eye?" That's My eye! I mean, "I think you're incredibly talented." Blink again, "No really, wow. You've really been drawing," what, "4-5 days?"

"Well, I draw before, you just shoved me how to do your face."

"Wow!" I handed over my copy. Blank on her side, and for some reason I reversed the image. So, she was turned left, and even more in profile. So, I only had to draw her one eye, but. "Huh!"

"Can you turn," she twisted her head, "Yeah." So, I stopped, and she tapped the tip of the pencil on her tongue. I'd rather write the thousand words, but I ment it when I said it. She truly must have some real talent, if she can draw my eye better, in less than a week of trying. It was almost hollow, and polished by successive erasing, and applications of graphite.

I turned my head, and the eye seemed to follow me. The lid actually glittered a little, picking up the shine from the light. She rubbed down a fine line, looked at a tip, scraped it on her tooth, and checked it before drying it on her sleeve like a paintbrush. She made a face.

"Oh," I went back to the pose, but smiled more. As little as I could when I wanted to giggle, a little.

"Huh," She glanced back up, "You," back down, "I think next time, well we should try, drawing ourselves instead." Of eachother.

"Okay," I nodded, then went back to the pose, but the mirror over her desk/dresser helped, like a monitor. "Uh, why?"

"Well, just looking how you draw me. This is beautiful, by the way, but." hers just had my head and hair. A pillow, and the top of the blanket, but just erased reference lines with no body. Most of the skeleton, though. Well over half, the close side, left I guess, but her right leg over, bent so only my toes were clipped by the bottom of the page. "I don't think you see me the way I do."

"How's that?"

She flipped the page up, over the spiral, and dropped it so I could see. She must have stood in front of the mirror. Stark naked. In pencil shading, the outline done over in black ballpoint, darker then I drew her, for more detail. "Huh!" I giggled, "Yeah, I'll need that page when you're done with it." Even up-side down, as if leaning up in the top corner of the page. I felt a little jealous. "Naked."

She looked up. Nodded, "Your self portrait?" I nodded back, "I want to see you, how you see you, before I form my own opinion."

"Why?"

"To try it? Then I can see you nude, all the time." She didn't blush, her face flushed. If you want to know the difference, the latter takes longer. "I hope." She grinned back down at the paper.

And, "You know?" didn't even look up, "I don't even, well I already decided not to look before it's done." She hummed to herself. "What's that?" I don't recognize that. "Song?"

"Leonard Cohen:" She closed her eyes, but I could see them roll up, inside. "Take this longing from my tongue. And all the useless things these hands have done." She dropped them back beside her. "Let me see your beauty broken down."

"Huh!" she tucked the pencil in the side of the spiral, so I relaxed.

Her eyes looked down from my glance.

. .

"Like you would do,"

. .

"For the one you love." She picked the pad back up, and my lip started hurting. She looked up, to the side. "There," thumb up, she pulled out the pencil.

Sarah/Euprat {FM Stor Mnem. 2ndP, meaning 2econdPerson omniscient. Sorry?}

"My mom got lonely, while I was sick. Pulled out her favorite record, dropped the needle. The best of Leonard Cohen, their favorite album."

"What's she like?" I mean, I met her, but.

"Hard to explain?" Shake no. "Uh, well they met, my father's British, Glendenning, Scotts/Irish too, 'praper Inglish!'." Even did the accent at the end.

"Why she says 'Bloody,' and 'Bleeding' alot," I guessed.

Nod, "He's dual citizen, now he's moved back, but she. She drove him off, I don't know our family councilor says maybe she can't live with men, there's this pheromone thing I don't understand but she's sensitive to them, and has flashbacks. To the war, Bloody Rushik," how she says it, "She's a refugee, and I hear the war was pretty bad. What she says about it is incomprehensible, cursing in their language, praying in Greek, and weeping in Slowak, so. She doesn't go out much, and I take care of her a lot when she gets in one of her spells."

"Like last night?"

"Oh no, that was. Well she's been better, but she can get a lot worse."

"She forgot dinner," we had to scavenge.

"I forgot, huh! Her hours, you understand."

"So, you're neglected, and have to be the mom at random times when she goes nuts?"

"She doesn't go Nuts!"

"Sorry," Hold her, "I'm so sorry."

"She just gets down, and doesn't wanna come out, or talk to anybody. And paranoid, she gets real paranoid."

"About the Rush, uh."

"Russians," nod.

"And me, and the mailman, and anyone else she has to see, or interact with."

"Oh!" duh? "That's why your brother went with him. Your dad? The whole sweat sensitivity thing." Mhm? "Nevermind, go on?"

"Well, I guess I can get a summer job next year, take Drivers Ed this semester."

"Great!"

"And I don't know how much longer," she covered her mouth, 'I can keep her out of a home.' whispered through her cupped fingers.

'is that bad?'

'she's Terrified of it." She sat back. "And I've heard, awefull stories about them them."

"Well, yeah." Probably with a paranoid schizo/bipolar mom, she doesn't know the diagnosis, but she'll only go to court ordered family counciling to stay out of jail, or possibly not be deported, losing the last of her family, so. "I understand."

"Okay." She doesn't have any accent, though. I don't know, but I can't hear one, unless she says Bleeding, or Bloody, like her mom.

"She doesn't hurt you?"

"No."

"Not any more?" She looked up, guilty?

"Huh! She can't any more." She fights back. "She mostly hit my brother, Niko anyway."

Steffanie {f_f Saph Arts, NS}

"Huh!" look over at her note book, she looks over at mine. [No,] look up at the teacher, [not so dark, White.] Overshaded, [On the bottom,] she carefully blended it in. To the spiraling undercurve of the horn to the tip, curling back up around her ear, a snailshell stud in the lobe to a thick root over her brow. Smile, self-conscious when she looks up at my mouth.

"Now," she shuts the sketchbook but the teacher turns back to the chalk tray at the bottom of the board. "Wuh wah wuhwhu, wuwuh, wuwuh."

I looked down, tightened my eyebrows, and peeked over, in the corner of my eye. She looked fierce! I nodded, excited. [It's like I see myself, inside.]

Off to the side, she wrote: [Aren't Rams boys?] And rubbed it out.

[I like the @ shape,] I doodled it roughly.

She nodded, [Angle the snout up a little,] she flipped the pencil, [Don't worry, ]

"Ahem," we looked up, I moved my hand to the other page.]

[ [ {Notes.} ] "This is important."
[__________]

"Hh!" I glanced over, waved my hand, and she covered it up.

[Huuuuge!] she giggled.

"Girls?" she looked back, "Pay attention."

"Right." she said "Right!" at the same time!

"Sorry, Mrs;"

"ShhsH!" Ooh, the finger! When I looked back, she erased the giant boob, or the circle where one would be.

"Nkh!" I stifled a laugh, but she kept writing, turned back to look at the textbook, and pushed her glasses back down.

"Bless you," she giggled again. [Yiphi?] well, I realized I never spelled it for her.

[Very Yiffy! It's actually supposed to be what arctic foxes say.]

[What's it mean?]

[Idano, Hoopy, Grokky, uh.] ? ? ? [..know/Love/appreciate I'll try and explain it later.]

"Oaf" {"f" Solo fm NS, ff Saph Cons}

I looked at the picture, then I looked up at the clock. 3:12, still most of an hour, but. There's no way I'm going to be able to pay attention. I wish I could talk to her, but. It's not like I don't understand the words, I'm just. Well not afraid either, I just have to think about that, before I go on. Hold the page up to look at it. Her. Hand drawn, naked, but not standing in the mirror. Laying back, with her legs open. Her aunt Sophia is pregnant. So, I can't help thinking about that. Like in health class, they showed us The Miracle of Birth, and it's the closest thing to pornography I've ever seen. But this. She has a belly too, and breasts. One in her hand, and the other, just free. Naked, her smile sort of crooked, winking. She never could draw two eyes, the same. Clever, but. I almost feel like I wet myself.

"Huh!" God I was hot. And sweaty in my pants. I really wanted to just go, now. Not wait another minute, but. "Huh!" Nobody's looking, I'm in the back of the class, so. Maybe if I just lean back, nobody will see under the desk. Her pussy, it looks so fat, and hairy, and I unsnap my pants, just to pull out my underpants, and let it cool off. "Snh!"

"Hh!" I was wet, but even though we were getting pretty hot, and heavy, I really had no idea how exactly we were going to go about having sex. And I may be a little scared about that. 'snh.' No body heard that, or looked back. They're busy with the reading, but. I pull my fingers out, and, 'snh?' Yeah, I'm really wet. Looking around, I suck my fingers real good, and hold my breath so I don't moan.

"Hh," I buttoned up my pants. Still more than 40 minutes, "Mrs. Evans?" I raised my hand, "I'm done with the reading, and I have to go to the bathroom."

She sniffed, and frowned. "Could I speak with you," got up, "Out in the hallway?" She folded up the slip. She smelled me, when she was writing the slip, but she smelled it on my fingers. She gave me a severe warning, and told me to "Go take care of it, and next time excuse yourself before fiddling with it in class."

I was so embarrassed, but. I just went to the closest one, to her last class. "HhH!" I just propped the page up, on the pipe over the toilet, and got on it backwards. Looking at you, how you see yourself is beautiful. And I can't wait, but this bathroom is closest to her, so when the bell rings, I can catch her in the halls, and good lord I am wet and stinking! God! I just keep switching hands, to lick between my fingers, and slip the other two up and down inside me.

Faster, and faster, it doesn't take long before I'm shaking, and my legs cramp behind my butt, but I don't care. It even feels good, but I hold onto the pipe so I don't fall off I'm shaking so hard. "SNHHHHHH!" I hold my breath again, and just shudder. "HhHhuhu huh UH!" Just put my chin down, and close my eyes. "Huh!" There's still, like 25 minutes until the bell rings, and I can see her. Lick up the, jelly I felt squirting out into my hand. "Huh!" So, I bet I can get off again. First, I stick my fingers in my nose, so all I can smell is my sex. Then, I stick my pinky in. As slow as I can. These damned bathrooms, every sound is so loud, and it echoes. I wish I could just scream your name, but I'm used to it. In bed, thinking about her, but I'm so ready.

"Nh!" All the way in, I just dig in my knuckles, and "Snh hn!" Pull it like a hook, and rock on it, as hard and fast as I can. "HUH!"

uh uh uh... It echoes. 'huh!'

'h, h, hH HhHhHhHhH!" I start shivering, and shaking so hard, I don't have to shake my hand, or my legs, just hold on until I go weak and it falls out.

"Huh uh uh uh uh!" The top of the pipe is cold under my chin, and I just try not to breathe too loud, but every huff bounces back on my hot face and nose.

'hHhHhHhH!"

Check my watch, that wasn't even 5 minutes? God, this is taking forever!

"Hihhhhhn!" So I pull up my pants, and put the note away. Better call my mom before the bell rings. "I've got this big test, we really need to cram for. Hihihihihihn!" Okay, don't laugh like that, but it's true. In a sense, it's the final exam. But I'm so ready, and so glad we waited.

I missed her, in the halls, but ran into Him again outside.

"Where's your girlfriend?"

"Where's yours?" I turned back, but he didn't back up. Put his hands up, so I grabbed them, held them around my chest, stepped in to break his nose, and follow through with a knee up between his legs. "Stay away from her." I pushed him back, and he fell down. "Oh," I put my hand up over my eyes, "There she is," and jogged across the track.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "Fine?" Happy to see her!

"But your bloody," she touched my forehead.

"Oh," I looked back, "It's his." Pointed. Everyone saw it!

"Yeah?" She was rather hungry, too! I shrugged, going to be a long time before I worry about her weight. Seeing her mom, that skinny. No thanks, and I bet they're saggy. Still sagging but strapped into that blunderbuss that had to be an underwire. If not whale-bone, stop some time before that, but she enjoys watching me grow.

Hand in hand, we laced our fingers together, like we both do now, when we sleep at night. Apart, there's nowhere for us together, but spring has to come some time. And we're young, so no hurry.

"Mwalm!" Did we even make it out of sight?

"What was that for?"

"You're right," she ran her hands down my arms, "He's a total jerk!"

Oh!

So, that's what they feel like?

"Uh huh?"

Okay, yes, very nice. Bra, I guessed, thought they'd be heavier. Well, weigh them in my hands, and not even going to estimate in grams, or pounds, but about enough. Because she's right, I'm going to grow them, so at some point I have to decide I've grown enough.

"Hey." Terry, I do believe I stood at Attention, or tried too. "Sorry, you two want to be alone?"

"Terry!"

"No," he waved his hand, palm down, at arm's length. "It's cool." He blushed, "I'm gay too." Wandered off.

"Oh."

"You want to walk home?" bend to take her hand.

"It's a long walk."

"Yeah," I know.

"I think I have a water-bottle." She looked up, "For your head."

Sarah {ff...}

"Uh?" she looked back.

"Oh!" I jumped at her hand on my buttock.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "Noone is looking but me."

Her fingers felt so long and thin, and gentle, but I have noticed how long and thin they were, and thought about it.

'have you been, touching yourself?'

'huh!' I nodded, 'ever since you gave me, that picture.'

"So," she looked back, tilted her head toward the trees, "Now that I have seen yours," she held up her fingers.

"Snh?" I could smell her sex on them!?

"I could not wait, but I am still, not satisfied. With just your picture," She pushed me aside, let go with her hand, but then I felt both of them.

"Oh! Haha ha!"

"Now I can see you, and you see me. Today."

"Okay," I turned around, "Here?"

"I found a place, when your mother dropped me off. The night you got me sick?" Our first kiss, but her hands came up, and my eyes fell closed, all by themselves. "Snhhh!"

God, she was being so aggressive, and I liked it! She licked her lips. "Are you as hairy, as you looked, in your picture?" Pulling at the front of my pants, I just leaned back against a tree, and felt her long thin fingers work their way in. Her thumbs unbuttoning them, then pulling out my underpants.

"Oh, yes!" Her fingers felt through my hairs, and the fat below my belly, then pulled out. I heard her sniff, then opened my eyes to see her smile. She kissed me again, and buttoned my pants back up.

"Come on," she took my hand, but smelled her fingers again. "Snh, we better get going."

I wanted her to take me, right then and there, but "You're right." I lifted her hand, to smell it again. "Oh!" I kissed, and licked them, and felt the side of my chest with my other hand.

"I tried, touching myself, walking." She slipped her long pale thin fingers down the front of her pants. "It is not easy."

"Is it far?" I tried it too, but she's right.

"No, but the way I found to go, is rather private." She nodded. "I want to walk naked, we can't it is not that private, the whole way, but. SNH!" I held my hand up from my pants, and she topped to sniff it.

"I'm getting so wet." She nodded.

"This, is. Huh! SNH! This is so exciting!" She girnned, wide eyed.

"Yeah," I didn't know what else to say. So, I let her hand go. "Could you, unhook my bra?"

"Oh yes." I turned around, and she felt up my shirt.

"Huh!" That felt so much better, and she felt the lines, where it bit in first. Around the sides of my back, my ribs, then she moved my hands.

"Snrh!" Her mouth on my hot neck, and her nose. I'd drawn it, of course, but it didn't feel as hard, and sharp as I had imagined. "Hh, turn to me." I looked back, so she could kiss me. "No," her lean body against my back, especially on my buttocks, the way she felt them before, and now my hot breasts in her hands. "Smq, smrq!"

"Hhuh!" I felt like I was wetting myself. "Hhere," I moved her hands, reluctantly. "Let me take this off."

"Yeah!" she grinned, when I turned around, to pulled it up. "Oh Sarah," she pushed me back, against another tree, and I just closed my eyes. Felt her hands, her mouth on my neck, then kissing the left side, cupping it in both hands to rub the nipple hard with her thumb, and lift it to her lips. "Smq!"

"Huoh, Euphrot!" She nodded, and I felt her smile. "Oh god! Huh!" I pushed her back, "Let's get going."

"Yes," she agreed, but watched, me put my shirt back on. Tucked the bra back in the pocket.

"You beat up Terry."

"He is a jerk."

"I know."

"He is jealous of me."

"You think?"

"I see how he looks at you, have you not seen it?"

I nodded, "I used to be, a little flattered, I guess." Cooling off a little. "I'm not used to guys, looking at me like that."

"You're beautiful, you know that. And very sexy."

"Huh!" I had to stop, to kiss her.

She felt my behind this time, so I could really feel her breasts press into mine. "Smq, we are never going to make it home, this way."

"I don't care," we can't really do this, be alone together there.

"Huh! I'm not sure, whether I like this, more or your chest."

"Me neither," they both felt great.

"Sarah, can you touch me, too?"

"Oh!" I shook my head, "I'm sorry, huh!" I went right for her pants. Even a little stale, I couldn't get the smell out of my head, and I really want it on my fingers now.

"Mh!" She had to lean down to put her head on my shoulder. "Mhm?" Nodded, a little, but her busy hands stopped, and just held my behind.

"You're not as hairy." I felt with my fingertips.

"Oh yes, huh! Your fingers. Huh! I love your big soft fingers! Oh Sarah huh!"

Very thin lips, and I guess a bit of a gap? Still so skinny, but she has breasts now, like real breasts, and I'm glad we waited too. For that, but I pinched her, and rubbed them together.

"Hhuh!" She hunched. But I felt a little squeeze out, and slipped a finger up between them. "huH!"

"Sh! SNHHHHH! Huh!"

"I'm so wet for you." She took my hand again, "Come on."

"Yeah," I'm ready to walk some more, but i can sniff my fingers, whenever I want now.

"This is great."

"What is?"

"This, walking with you, and stopping to take a break like that. I don't know, it's romantic? but we're not going to fast. I love how agressive you are today. Is it because of the fight?"

"It was no fight, but yes. Huh! And the picture, I was happy waiting, so happy, it was romantic, like you said. But when I saw you, the way you draw yourself, I knew I had to have you today."

"Well, you can have me, today. You want to take me?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, Euphrot," I just grabbed her face, and kissed her. "Yes, you can have me," looked in her eyes. "Whenever you want, if you take me." I nodded, seriously.

"You want, me to take you?"

"Yes, ever so much."

"How? I don't know, what that means. I read about it, we both did in class, but I don't know how, to take a woman."

"You have, this is how you're taking me. Home." I took her hand, "Come on."

:

Quite a while later, we just walked, smelling our fingers, and holding hands, but didn't really talk.

"Down here," she scrambled down a back, and I climbed down, more carefully. I fell too, on top of her laughing, but she grinned, and felt me up all over.

"Turn over," I did, willingly, so she could lay on me, between my legs, and undo her pants.

""Okay," I looked around, "Is this the place?"

She looked around, "No, not the one I was thinking of, but it is private enough?"

"Oh yes," I hadn't seen anyone, for several minutes, and down in, well I guess it's the opposite of a hill? It's not dirty, it's grassy, but unmowed, "This is perfect."

"Good," she took my hand, "Because I can't wait." And pushed my shirt up. "Any more."

"No, here." I helped her up, "You look at porn?" She shook her head, "Well, I looked at some. Like you said, you don't know how?" She nodded, "Well," I sat up, "Huh! Take your pants off." She grinned, eyes wide with excitement, so I pulled my shirt off too. "Huh!" god I didn't realize how sweaty I was until I felt the cool air, it's shady down there too! "There's a lot of lesbian porn," apparently, "So I got on the computer, and just skipped around, looking at the pictures. Huh!" God, her cute little boobs! "Come here," I bent her over, laying back to pull her up to my mouth by the ribs.

"Oh yes!" She put her elbows down and held my head, but I found her nipple, I love her nipples, they're not as big, and flat as mine, but I found I could suck one in, the whole thing like I imagined as soon as I saw them. "Ohh! Sarah!" She did not draw them very well, I guess she couldn't with pencil and ink, because they're so pale, so they just came out like the shadow, of the tip, but they were really more like cones, bulging out a little from her small soft cones of breasts, until I flattened one, and saw the round top of it bulge out, "Oh, yes!"

And that's amazing. I mean this is, all of it. It's so new, and hot, and sweaty, and feels so much more than just fingering myself thinking about it, and her hand is all over my belly. I hated it, my bellyfat, until she showed me how much she loved it, and "PHB!" I laughed, "Hahah!" When she tickled in my belly button.

"You like that?" She sat up, and sicked her finger.

I nodded, "Do it again!" but now it was wet, and she gently touched it. "Oh!" I never imagined, I mean it's just a belly button, I never even thought about it that much. "Oh!" She slipped out, but then held the top and bottom of it, with her hot hard long skinny fingers, and kissed it. "Oh, ahahaha!"

"It tickles?' She licked her lips.

"Yes, but, god it feels good too!"

"Good," she grinned, "But that is not what we cum here for." Took my hand, "You want me to do it some more?" I nodded, "Then touch me, too."

"Oh!" put it between her legs. "I'm sorry," It's just so hard to think about, "Gosh you're so hot and wet," and, swollen? I turned to look, her lips are, bigger then they were before. And really red, so I payed more attention, but she bent down, so I had to follow it with my hand, and gripped my tummy again to eat it out. "Oh!" I rubbed the top of her hair, "Oh yes!" But I rubbed her crotch too, her hot swollen lips, and squeezed them to get more juice out.

"Huh! Hah! Yes, ngh! Lwl," She swirled her tongue back in, and I spread her open to feel inside. I felt my other hand up, to the side of my chest, lifting my breast, and feeling for the tip. It was hot and swollen too, I wondered a moment why the girls in the pictures didn't get like this, but i saw this, basic position in them. With the top on her knees, on the side, and yes. Euphrot is definitely the top.

"Huh! Yes!" I had wondered, and maybe I can try it a little, but check that one off. [x] she's the top, I want her to take me. "Can you touch me, too?"

"Oh yes," she gave it one last kiss, "Sorry, I just really got into it."

"Huh! Me to, but, I'm getting real horny now."

"Well," my eyes dropped, when she touched me. "Let me see what I can do about that."

"Yes, oh yes. Euphrot. Huh! Like this." I rubbed my middle finger up and down between her really rather bloated lips, and she did that too. "Huh! Yeah, just like this."

"Huh! God, Snh, SNHHH!" She rubbed her nose around in my pubes, and that felt incredible.

"Huh, oh yes, deeper! No, your nose, gah!" She dug it in, and just, I don't know, moved it around in the pubes, and the fat under it. I felt it before, I don't think it's just fat, but with my palm while I fingered myself. "God, fuck I love your nose!" Then, she turned, and I felt her breath. "Nh!" Inside, or on the top, with her fingers holding em open, and I had to stop to grab her head.

"It loves you to." She nodded.

"HAUOOHHH!"

"SH! SNWRH!" She shook her head, and didn't, quite fuck me with it? I mean, just in between my lips, not even down as far as the hole, but her hand under my thigh was feeling around it, with her fingertips, and I couldn't stop bucking, and fucking against her face, and her hot breath in between, on my pubes, then her mouth and chin slapping against it. I wasn't cumming, yet, but "Yes, yrhs! YeyyeayeayeaH! Uh! Huh!" Now I was, "Ohhhhhh!" I just relaxed. "Ohhhh! Yeah!"

"Smq!" she moved down, "SLP!"

"HUH!" my belly, and breasts, and whole body rippled with the spastic jump from her sucking in my clit so it slipped back out, and she lapped, and slurped it back in. "Huh, fugh!?"

"SNHRH!" And nose fucked me? Not that deep, but, I swear I thought she'd drown in the juice gushing out, but she didn't. It turned out it wasn't the squirting sploosh I'd cum to expect, it just felt like it, but her face was pretty wet. "Hah!" she got up, "Now," put her leg over, "Do me."

Euphrot {if Chym Saph...}

It took so long, but I had already, done it to myself, twice in the bathroom before. I talked to one, like she looked at pictures of other girls on the internet. I felt a little jealous, because it was before I got to see her, and she me, but finally all the worry went away, and I felt the strange twitch inside, and a little more squirt out. Not like urine, at all, but the good feeling is a little spoiled by the unspoken; "Huh!" I sat back, on the grass, and saw it before she licked it off her lips.

"Hm," she turned over, and got up, "Mhm!" Smacked her lips. "What?" She must have seen it in my face.

"You remember, when I said I would go to my doctor, about my throwing up?" She nodded, "Well, first I met a lesbian, in the office. I asked her, because I was a little worry, that nothing was happening. So, we talk about it a while, and she said we're both waiting for it to happen. 'Someone has to do something.' So, I did something."

"Good, I'm so glad you did!" She nodded. "The top."

"Is that what it's called?"

"I looked it up," she nodded, "You're the top."

"Okay," shrug, "Well then, he run some tests. And, we got some results back. Now, he is waiting for the genetic tests to come back, but because of my eyes, he suspect 'some sort of Chymaerism,' he called it."

"What's that?" She looked at my eyes.

"Well, you see how my one eye is darker than the other?" She looked back and forth. "I Know, they are brown, but one is darker brown, he calls that Heterochromism, it is like a Calico cat. It may be because some of my cells use one gene, and others the other." She nodded, "We don't know, but that is, one possible reason, why. Huh, I have so much, Testosterone."

"What?" she shook her head, "Like a boy?"

"Yes. I have been sending in urine samples, and. Semen, samples." I waited.

"Wait," her mouth fell open, "That was cum? You literally cum?"

"Yes, that is the anomaly, he's running the genetic test for. It did not show, until I started, masturbating, thinking about you, but I ask him about it, and I gave him a sample. I thought of you, not the other lesbian, but. Huh! There are, deformed, non motile sperm, in there. We don't know how, but it appears I am not, completely female. We are tracking my hormones, it has not even been a week, but that may explain, some of my symptoms. One possible reason is I may have a teste, and an ovary. I do not understand this, but I may only be half girl. That is why my mood swings, and may cause my throwing up as a side effect, but the Estrogen in my cycle, it suppressed my testosterone, and sperm. Then when I go on my Progesterone, that stimulated my teste, in theory. We still have to run some tests, but I hope I don't have to get biopses on my gonads." Since that would mean stabbing them, with long needles.

She shrugged, "I don't care." Nodded, "I love you, Euphrot. I don't care whatever, fantastic things I find out about you, it just makes me love you more." She hugged me, and is every bit as warm, and soft as I could ever imagine. "And I love your cum, it was delicious."

I cried. I'm not sure if it was happy or sad, or how much of each, but I have been dreading this, how she would feel when I told her for almost a week, so it was just such a relief that she still loves me, and I didn't lose her for being a freak.

"Come on," I grabbed my clothes, "We better get dressed, and head home, then."

"Yeah," she grabbed her, but a little more music floated through my head.

"I love to see you naked over there," I sung, "Especially from the back." She turned, and looked back, her broad soft round buttock tensed on the side as her beautiful thick soft smooth thigh turned, and I saw the side of her breast appear in front of her arm. She is young, they do not sag as much as I had thought, the nipples still point forward, but I would have loved her even if they did. Or they do when she gets older.

She came to me, "Then take this longing," closed her eyes, "From my tongue..."

Terry {Gdom}

"Oh!" I ran up, helped him up, and dug around in my purse. "Here," the open pack of tissues, I held them under his nose. "Hh, you okay?"

He shrugged.

"Terry?"

"Ngeah," he pushed my shoulder, "Phine? Khhgh!" Wiped it.

"Here," I wrapped some of the clean ones around, "You're still bleeding, so hold it here."

"Who're you?"

"Stephanie?" I shook my head, "Stephanie Knowles, Sara's sister?" Look over at her girlfriend, leading her off into the trees. "Hh, she's gay."

"I gnoh." He nodded.

"Well, it's okay. Huh! You really got it bad for her, huh?"

He looked up.

"Obviously, but. Just so yaknow," I got up, turned looking back, "There's other girls here, too."

The skirt wasn't too short, but he looked down, back up but he ran off to the trees.

"Hh!" boys. Junior, has something against freshmen, but. It would be nice, for someone else to look at me like that, and it's not fair that my sister can throw a perfectly decent one away.

Oh, and. Ew. They need to stop stinking up the room when I come in. Between the two of them, I guess Euphrat is kind of like a guy, only a girl. Not like a tomboy, but anyone with 2 eyes can tell who the man in that relationship is. Even if she does look like a model, and dress like a poor girl. "Huh!" But she's taken, and knocked out uncle Tommy.

"Hh!" I just sat down in the corner. Put my head down, not to cry but. Just in case. I know it's sick, I miss him, and the way he grabbed me was so scary, but at least he kissed me. "Hh," but I don't have to think about him. Terry's a good looking guy, he's not skinny, and I'm putting on weight. He likes Sarah, and she's fat, right? Oh, and I read in health class that's why gymnasts are so small, being that skinny stunts their growth, and I'm getting boobs. Real ones, but maybe not as big as Sarah's.

"Hey," look up, "Stephanie, right?" He held out his hand.

"Yeah, or Steph."

"You," he joked, "Don't mind if I call you Fanny, eh?"

"Yeah?" I nodded, "I kinda do." Kind of a jerk, though. "Huh! You like mine?"

"Your," he looked down, grinning.

"So you were just looking up my skirt!"

"Sorry," good!

I laughed, "Don't be," I turned, "Why I flashed my panties in the first place." Started walking.

"Hey," he caught up, "You wanna go out some time?"

"Now?" School just let out. "Unless," I looked down, "You had other plans?" Grinned. Ooh! Can't just grope him, looking around. In front of half the school.

"No, uh." He scratched his head. "Not really."

"Then walk me home." I started up again, or turned at the fence to take the sidewalk. "You like fat?"

"Oh you're not fat."

"Not what I asked," I shook my head, took his hand, and stopped. "You like fat girls, right?" He closed his eyes, and nodded. "Good," I like this teasing. Let his hand go, and my skirt fell when I started walking again. "Boobs?"

"Yeah," I slapped his hand.

"Not right out here!"

"Sorry," he rubbed it.

"And slow down, you know how to get to my place?"

"Yeah,"

"From stalking my sister," I giggled, "Honestly, she was oblivious, but you didn't even see me, watching you, stalking her?"

"I didn't stalk her."

"You followed her home." I held up a finger, "Looked in her window, climbed over the fence into our back yard, and jerked off in the bushes. Yeah, yadid."

"Sorry, huh! Okay, maybe I stalked her, a little."

"Well, then you saw she had a girlfriend, but you still didn't even look around? Or think, she's probably taken, so maybe I should look around some more? I mean, I was right there, the whole time, in the same room, and you just kept watching the lesbos play?"

"Well," he blushed, "I guess I thought if they got it on, I'd get to see her naked."

"And what about uncle Tommy?"

"Is that his name?" he stalked her for over a year. So, I just assumed he saw it.

"Yeah, I'm sure you caught him, groping her, and you didn't think to do nothing about it?"

"I didn't. He groped her?"

"Yeah, and me to, so don't get too grabby."

"UH?" he shook his head, "But you just flashed me, and put my hand,"

"Yeah," knock knock, "I did that? It's okay when I do it, then it kind of can't be taken as Assault. You understand? Yeah, I don't want to get raped or killed."

"Oh, I wouldn't do anything like that," I looked, "I love girls." He even believed it.

"Yeah, well you're a stalker." He just took it, nodded, "And I'm no expert, but I asked the school shrinks. Don't worry, I said my friend was being stalked, and didn't say it was you, but they told me you're probably building up to something, and seeing as she's a Lesbian! That wasn't going to be a romantic, consensual relationship. My guess is you'd either rape her, or kill Euphrat." And I owe her, for getting rid of my uncle. At least it wasn't incest, he married my mom's sister, Sophia.

"All right," he nodded, "I get it."

"No, you won't get it, I don't even really know what I'm talking about, so you're going to go see the school shrink. I think it's the guy's turn next, and find out what is wrong with you. So, you don't go psycho, and hurt me. Then we can go out."

"Okay, I will."

"Good, and tell me whatever he tells you, so I can understand it too."

"Okay, Steph. I will."

"Good," I stopped, and turned around, "Then you can kiss me." I held his hands, so he didn't get grabby. I bit my lip, "Now, walk me home." It might be safer with him around, then just walking alone. But I'll stay with him in public until he's safe.

But that's step one, at least I landed one. Even if he's gonna need a lot of work. "Now, too fat, or not fat enough?"

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes, "Uh! I put on weight, for you. I just want to know," I did a twirl, and shot out my hip. "You like what you see? More fat? I know you like it."

"Yeah," he grinned, and I felt a lot hotter. "Well, uh. Yeah, that's enough. Um," he looked up, "You think you're done growing boobs?"

"I doubt it," I'm almost 14, "Huh! But I can work on it, and I might have kids some day." Aunt Sophia sure ballooBed out. "So, you more a Tits guy, or butt guy?" I shook it for him.

"Oh I like it all, can I;"

I took his hand, "Yeah, you like my butt." Rubbed my skirt up again.

"Yeah!" Stupid idiot, but I guess that's good. For some things, certainly not for conversation, but I guess it makes him easy to lead. I like that, he's following me now, just as long as he doesn't turn out to be the creeper he acts like, but. "Huh!" I pulled out to his hand, "Come on."

I kind of like it. Okay he's creepy, but so was Uncle Tommy. It's not as scary, because I have him in the palm of my hand, so maybe that's it? Like Uncle Tommy, only not as scary. Maybe just creepy enough, which scares me a little. Because I don't know what he'll do, but he doesn't have to stalk her any more. Or them, I had hoped I was enough like her for him to. Shift focus? He really had the blinders on, I took a half step, and another to let him get ahead, then stuck my hand in his pocket.

"Yeah," the one without his wallet, "I like your butt too. Nhihihihihm!" Especially with him walking, so I can squeeze it, every other step. "Here, put your hand on my hip." Since I didn't have any pockets.

I had a boyfriend now, and I wanted everyone to see him. "You want to get me a drink?" I pointed to the convenience store, "I'm getting kind of thirsty."

"Yeah, me too."

I really like this. He's really, easy to manipulate, and I really like doing it. And I really was thirsty, too.

Terry {Fdom Subt GasL. That's for Gaslighting. And just getting out of the way that he's Power-Reassurance, if you want to look that up.}

I can't believe I could be so stupid. I was stalking her, and always thought, that maybe if she knew how I felt, that she'd understand and give me a chance. But she's gay. Duh, I even said I was to try and hang out with them. Friendzone her, but she's right. I turned into a Peeping Tom instead, and here she was, even put on weight for me, and I didn't notice. I only had eyes for Sarah, she's smart, and, so's her little sister. I just never noticed how she's not so little any more.

"More to love," I hugged her, and got a Sweet Tea instead of a soda. "Great idea."

"Thanks," she met me out front.

"So," I thought, a while before, "There's different kinds of Stalkers?"

"I don't know, much about them, but. Yeah, why you need to talk to the shrink. I know some of them go for celebrities, so I guess that'll narrow it down, but all of you can get violent if you're triggered." She shrugged, "Since we don't know what kind yet, I have no idea what might set you off, but you're already jerking off outside our window."

"You saw it?" I tried to clean up.

"Yeah, they always kicked me out, so I started going out to the back yard to see if you're watching. I never saw it, but I saw you doing it. It's dark, you usually cummed at night."

"And you like that?"

"Creepers peeping in my window?" She shook her head, "No, stupid, but I guess I thought if I gave you a chance. You are kinda cute too, but then you wouldn't have to hide in the bushes."

"You think I'm hot?"

"I think you touching my butt is hot, when I put your hand there." She shook it off her hip. "Here," switching the big cup over, "Let's go back to the way we were," fine, I can see the top of her boob down the front of her shirt. "But remember we're not officially going out until you get some help."

"Okay!" Jesus!

So anyway, I walked her home, and she said I could go around to the bushes. "I'm gonna take a shower," she said, "Before my sister gets back with her girlfriend."

I get it, it's okay if she does it, or tells me to do it. Fine, I'm fine with that. She already flashed her panties, kissed me, and put my hand on her butt, a bunch of times, and I think that means she's going to get naked, and let me see.

Sure enough, she goes right in their room, locks the door, and bends over to pull out the drawer in the dresser. I can just see the bottom of her panties, but then she stands up, pulling more drawers, and getting an outfit together. I just rubbed it in my pants, until she actually got naked. She put them on the bed, and bent over to the window. "Here," she threw out her panties, "A souvenir."

I caught them, "Snh!" She closed the window, "Now back up, to the fence."

I looked back, "But what if someone sees me?" Chain link, and no bushes on that side.

"If they do, it's another creeper, peeping in people's back yards. Go on," she waves, "I can't see you down there." she closed it, and waved with both hands. Then, she took off her skirt, but I couldn't see. I looked out at the street, but the window didn't go low enough, maybe if I got up on the fence, but it's not comfortable. Especially with a hardon, but I can see a little of the hair she's got in front. It's not a lot, but she's a little hairy, over her pussy.

She waved for me to pull up my shirt. I looked at the street, but when I looked back, she dropped her shirt. Over her bra, I sniffed her panties again, and I love the smell. Especially knowing where they've been, I don't smell any piss, or shit, just her. And maybe some laundry soap smell. "Snhhh! Hhhh."

So, I took my shirt off, and she took her's off. Still had the bra on, but they're still not very big. And she's got a belly, she's not like really fat, but there's a wrinkle under it and everything. And now that I see it, right in front of me. It's not a turnoff, but she looks too fat, whereas it looked just right in a skirt and a tank-top. I mean, it helps with their shape, I guess that's what it is, fat girls have fat tits, and ass, so it caught my eye. And I guess me and Sarah were about that old, maybe she's 14? I have been interested in her a couple years, since we started going to high school together.

But maybe she might, want to lose a little weight, or grow into it so it doesn't get too saggy? I don't know, I'll think about how to ask her, she got real sensitive to a few of my comments earlier, but I don't know how to talk to girls, all right? So I have to think about it, she asked me before I could see what it's like, on a naked girl, or almost naked. I jumped off and ran to the bushes when she turned around. Reaching back to the bra-strap, she pulled it down, to both hands, and I saw how she unhooked it. Doesn't look that hard, and she can do it, with her hands behind her back.

"Huh!" I got it out, but she dropped it on the dresser, and held her arm up, so I couldn't see. Then she looked back, smiling, and slid the door shut, but I saw one. Most of one over her arm. Turning to shut the door, it got in the way, but I closed my eyes, and just remembered it. When I saw her nipple, then it turning, so I got to see the whole thing, moving sideways, and then the door covering it, and sliding shut.

"Nh!" I shot it out on the bottom of the siding, where I could wash it off with the last of my ice tea. "Huh!" I looked over the bush, then ran to the gate to let me out. Up, and down the street, but nobody saw me leaving. In broad daylight.

"Hh huh huh!" I started jogging, to get back home where I could think about her, and what I want to ask her next time. [Talk to the shrink tomorrow. Homeroom?] No, erase that, [In the morning,] so I can skip for her lunch. Shit, [Monday Morning.] it's friday. Maybe I can get mom to take me to see a shrink, or make an appointment.

She's right, I'm a stalker, and there's something wrong with that. I better find out what it means. Maybe he can profile me to tell what I'll do, but I didn't think about that. Just seeing her naked, well Sarah, but Stephanie showed me a lot, and maybe she's going to show me more next time.

Zip my notebook back, and put the bookbag back on.

"Huh, fuck!" Mom's home. Which means the bossy bitch'll make it impossible to get it up again, let alone jerk off until she finally passes out. So, keep walking, just thinking about what happened, I'm already hard again, and she's got to be out of the shower again. Jogging helps it go down, so I don't get the blue balls, and maybe she'll cum out to the back yard, I wonder what she's wearing? Just drop the bookbag off. "Shit!" I'll ask her about seeing a shrink later, but I bet she'd go for it. She hates them, but she's always going on about how she should lock me up, for getting in trouble. So, she'll probably be down...

Or, maybe I can climb in, and finally see some of their clothes, or hers, and she can do some modeling. "Yeah!" It'll be like a strip show over and over, and I can jerk off whenever I get hard again. And again, until I run out of cum. I did that, a few times, but that means taking a couple days off, which is cool because that means I can make it till monday.

Shower {G Solo Hand Fant}

"Hh!" I waited for the water to warm up, and rubbed my arms, but that popped them out, and goosbumps all over me. "HhHhH!" Shivered.

That was, creepy hot! Or maybe scary/sexy? I don't know, it was sick, but I hope he's waiting for a peek of me naked, or in a towel when I get out. So, I can dive through the window, and jump his bones, so "Maybe not," I shake my head.

But I caught my breath, and started warming up again, so I soaped my chest, and slip/pinched my nipples to keep them hard. And sensitive, they even swelled up a little more. "Yeah!" Better do it over here, where I can kick him out, and play with myself, make him walk home, and he looked so pitiful out there. I know he couldn't do anything about it, till now, so. "Yeah!" I bet he's beating off right now, if he hasn't finished all ready!

But that was long enough for him. I never had sex, but ever since I started, don't think about him, but. "Huh!" I sat on the little rim around the back of the tub. Too late, but back to what you're doing, Fanny, focus? Okay, so maybe a year and a half isn't a lot of experience, so I get out, and dry off, only to find he's gone, so I come back in the window, take off the towel, and I've got a good imagination. Wish we had internet in here, but the computer has some pictures Sarah hid, and I don't want to boot it up to look through the floppy disks only to find they're all girls, because she's a Lesbian!

"Huh!" So I put the towel down on the pillow, but I can look out the window, or at least listen for the fence. Yeah it's her bed, but when she comes back with her girlfriend, I can put some clothes on or something, and I don't want to think about Oaf, either. So, shut your eyes, "Terry."

Looked like it was hard for half the walk, and I loved feeling his but flex with my hand in his pocket, and I could see the hair under his shirt, he was a little sweaty, but "Snh," not that bad. "Hhh." Hope he comes back tonight, to jerk off watching me in the window. So I can see it, that show was hot! I mean, I just got to see his top, but I really liked watching him squirm, and his but when he climbed up on the fence, and why didn't I touch him? At least through the jeans, I bet it felt hard, and who am I to say what a big dick looks like, but it looks bigger then, any dick, I might have seen hard, once or twice.

Okay, he flashed me, or beat off on the couch so I'd come out, and see him. "Huh! But, Terry," 's not old, fat, and scary. He needs to start working out, he's kind of skinny, and starting to get a gut, and I don't want him to get old and fat like that. And, really, my belly gets in the way a little, but, he likes it, so maybe he won't notice me losing it until I get pregnant, if I do it slowly. "Hh!" Better try 3 fingers, "Nh!" I can't fuck them all that deep, but if I make a cone, or triangles, I guess. A pyramid? It makes me bigger, so I can take them some day. "Hih!" It's kind of hard to tell, how big around he is, but I get a little looser when I get off, so maybe again later, and go back to fucking 2 a while.

"Hh!" Hold them up, "Hihn, snh?" Well, he liked it, and a little spit won't hurt anything, but I was still a little wet in the shower, and I'm getting wetter and wetter. SlP, "Nh! " SPOP! "Nh!" SPbPbPbPb! "HhHhHhHN, Mn!" Lick my lips, and grin. I bet he'd love to watch. See me like this, but the coward ran off. And he can't, with the window down, I can use my reflection at night, but make him stand back. In the light, so I can see him whip it out, but. "Nhm," sloploploplope! "Hm!" Just my arm shake, if I put my leg up, yeah on the wall. Ploploploplop! "HMN!" Just close your eyes, imagine it, the bright fence is still flashed in my eyes anyway, but it's chain-link. "Nyeah."

Maybe I can use that, if he can stick his dick through it, but that means going out there, exposed where they can, "HHHHHH!" Yeah, see me sucking him off with his dick through the fence! "HUhhhhHHN!"

Try 3 fingers now, and Splot!" "Uhn!" It squirts out, "NyehyeayeyeyeyeyhihINH!" Between my 2 fingers on the side of my longest, but I think it's uh, those squishy noises. "HuhuhH!" It's squishing out, all by itself, and the warm wet drops, just a few, but I'm cumming all over my hand, and it's the best ever!

"Ugh! Haluhluh! Huh! Slackluhluh!" God I tastes good, and I can take my other 3, or at least work more in, "Huh!" No, get up, so it drips out, on my knees, but on the foot of the bed, and "Shlpb!" FB! "Uh!" Now I can just go back and forth, licking and fucking them in and out, and no telling how long it'll take to get off again, but, no telling how long I got until Sarah gets back with her girlfriend, so, maybe I can get my whole hand in? "Huh!"

"Yeah," let's find out how many times I can get off. And stink up her bed, I'm already dripping all over it, and I love the feeling of the drops on my knuckles. "Uhn!" Shake it off, all over her blankets. "Here," you like pussy? "Huh!" shake it off. "Yeah," all over her bed. "Stink up my room, will ya?" Let's see how they like it, when the whole room stinks of sex? "Hahah!" They're lesbians! "Hihihn, snh, SLAH!" I'm not, I got plenty of pussy for both of us, but now it's coming out white, and foamy. Tastes the same, but it's getting stronger, and stronger.

Okay, so maybe he blasts off quick, and early. "Heah!" as long as it gets me this hot, I can send him home. "Fuck boy!" Suck him off, and I don't guess, fucking his, "HUH! Fuck!" I'm too young to get pregnant, but just sit on my heels, and put some nice wet handprints on her bed. "Huh huh huh!"

Another good one, I don't rate my orgasms. It's a really good one, and it's probably pouring out of me like a stream now, but I look back, and it's just, "SHM huh!" God my pubes are wet, though, and I bet it's at least dripping, but I just have to, put my head down. A minute. "HuhuhuhuhHUH!" And drool down my legs, and wipe it, dry it off with her blanket. "Yeah," in a minute. "Huh, snh! Huh, snh!" God I stink now. "Nnyyeeaah, Ain't I a stinker?" Huh! I think I'll fill up the bathtub, it'll take a while to cool off so it'll stay warm, and I can get in and out for a while. "Whew!" Stink up the bathroom real good too. "Huh!?"

Fuck it, lock the door, so I don't have to come out when anyone gets home. I need to plan that more. Maybe throw a party. "Yeah," a cumming out party, with lots of guys, to watch me. "Heah!"

!

!

{She stays excited for quite some time.}

Terry {mfG Talk, Exhi.}

I must have got too close to the window, but I ducked down when I saw Sarah's back.

The window came up, "Terry?" I ducked down, "Come on out, Terry, it's all right."

She saw me, from her bed.

"Can I come in?"

"Just stand out there, skoot over sis."

"Huh! We've been talking, and since you know about Euphrat and me, we want to make sure you weren't thinking about saying anything."

"No," I shook my head, "Of course not."

"Oh, and we're going out now."

"What?"

"To keep him from stalking you?"

"You stalked me!?"

"Shhhh!" Not so loud. "Sorry."

Steph nodded, "You didn't notice cause you had your eyes full of Euphrot, but I decided if I go out with him, he'll give up his silly puppydog crush on you, and stop jerking off in the bushes."

"Uh! Terry!"

"Shhhh!"

"Huh! So, anyways, I told him to get help, first. And I promise I'll take it slow, but honestly I need to do something with you two stinking up the room."

"Well, at least we aren't sticking things up our asses in the bathroom?"

"What?"

"Oh yeah, and you like anal?"

"That wasn't us this time. Yeah, I totally caught her with a bottle up her butt when I got home."

"Sarah!" she hit her arm. "What? Uh! I'm not on the pill, and I got a boyfriend now, do you know where to get rubbers?"

"Well, maybe I could ask my mom," but she's into Anal!?

"What?" she shrugged, "It felt good? Don't look at me like that, lesbo, and you better wipe that grin off your face, too."

"Sorry," I just hadn't thought about it, but I like her butt. She likes her butt.

"Stupid jerkoff, didn't even know he was stalking you."

"Hey!"

"Sh! You want to call dad in here, now?"

"Sorry."

"Ha! Well, you sure seem to have him whipped already. How long you two;"

"Oh, I finally talked to him when Oaf knocked him out,"

"She didn't knock me out!"

"Euphrat." She shook her head, "Her name's not Oaf, and she hates that."

"All right, 'Euphrot,' then. Whatever?"

"And you, if you think you're going to get some kind of lesbian sex-show, you've got another thing coming."

"Well," I laughed, "Yeah."

Steph laughed too. "What?"

"Well, me?"

"You're 13!"

"Thought you're 14?"

"I never said that," she pointed, "And we're not having sex, he's not even my boyfriend until we get him checked out."

"Then what are you two doing?"

"Just fooling around."

"Flashing, stripping, out the window, it's fun!"

"What!" just a hard shake.

"You know, with him out there, he can't do anything, like hurt me, rape me, or kill me."

"I wouldn't. Sarah, you know me."

"You Stalked me!"

"Sh! I wasn't going to do, anything like that, I love." Steph started getting mad, "D'you."

"You two deserve eachother, AND GET OFF MY BED!"" She stomped out.

"Don't tell them?"

She turned around, "I can't since I'm a big old 'Lesbo,' now can I?" Real pissed, "But I sure as hell can wait till they come down to see what we're fighting about. You might want to fuck off, Terry." I was already running.

"Cum back after dark!"

Fanny {FG Talk.}

She just had to cool off, but I told them it was about Uncle Tommy, it got real quiet, and uncomfortable until they left.

"Hihihn!"

"You're sick, you know that?"

"Yeah, but, I just though of something." Hopped on my bed, "You know how guys always want to watch lesbos?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, you ever seen a guy, jerk off?"

"Ewh!"

"Yeah, but. Hhihihm! It's humiliating. Come on, I can punish him for stalking you, and Euphy can kick his ass again, but you see how he gets, when I shame him!"

"What do you mean?" she shook her head.

"Uh! remember every guy that looked at you, bumped your but, or tits."

"Stephanie!?"

"He likes it! No seriously, he gets all hot, and uncomfortable, I had him squirming for hours, all the way home."

She thought. So, I waited. Grinning. "Huh! Okay, so remember I told you about Euphy? I don't know if she's gonna go for that, but I like Euphrot. Come on, give her a little respect."

"Sarah, you fucking owe me, all right? He could have raped you, or killed Euphrot, and I like her. I do respect her, you've got a badass girlfriend there, but now I've got the hot pants, something fierce, I'm not gay, and I'm punishing your stalker so he doesn't hurt, or kill, you or Euphy. What about Phrott? I don't know, ask her next time you see her, you going out with her tomorrow?"

"Yeah, she'll probably be here in the morning."

"Yeah, well he's cumming back after dark, probably hoping to see me naked, but you know I watched him jerking off in the yard when you and her was heavy petting on your bed? There's a window right there?" God she can be so stupid some times for such a nerd! What? She wants to be an English Teacher, do you believe that? And maybe an Author, but if that doesn't take off, she wants to teach Literature, and Creative Writing. "So, take in a show tonight, tell her all about it tomorrow, but seriously, it's hilarious. I bet you'll love it!"

"Snh!" good idea letting it dry before they got back, it STINKS, and she's not even thinking about it, because so does she. She didn't even take a shower since she found out what happened when I felt it run down from my pussy to my ass. And how good it feels to finger myself with one of those oval shampoo bottles shoved up my ass, once I got 3 fingers in there. I'm glad somebody stopped me, because now that I Can think about it, I don't think I even Can satisfy myself. I shivered.

"What?"

"Huh!" my face was hot, "Nothing. U'm you probably want to take a shower at some point. SNH! You're stinking up the whole room."

"Yeah," I need to think about it anyway. What do I want to make him do? It better be a big show, to get her sucked in, and maybe Euphrat might want to watch some. And humiliating, but "Huh!" I don't want him running away, so something he's too stupid to realize I'm doing it, or he's into. "Hhm," But he better jerk off for me, so I have to put on a good show for him too.

Panties, he likes that, so work that in. "Nh!" Still a little tender back there, but I didn't take a shower, since. I let the bath water out, at least there's some hot water in there, so just put my elbows up on the window sill, should I change, and let him have these, all stale and stinky. "Huh, yeah!" Then stink up a fresh pair, I wonder what her's would smell like, or she's let me use them.

"Oh yeah!" She just went and got fucked by her girlfriend, for hours. Says she got off 3 times, which could be up to 9, or 10, if you know how your sister lies. So, let's say 5, but still, 3 pussies worth of stinky panties, if all 3 of us could, well they're gay, they wouldn't gangbang him, but she's my sister, but that means I can have him all to myself, while he watches the girls. If I can get them into it, I'll have to figure out how to make them do it, but a good performance tonight should get her in on it, I just have to make it good enough for him, but humiliating enough for her to at least get into how sad he looks.

"Hihehah! Huhhhn, yeah!" I don't have to fuck him, tonight. He's never gonna fuck me, but I can fuck with him, and make him fuck himself.

"Yeah!" Nod excited, then prop my chin back up. "Huh!" Anal, he's got an asshole, hell he's like a walking asshole with a dick hanging off the front. And a big fucking mouth, and grabby hands, but there's 3 of us! "Yeah," that's the thing, I really need Euphrot because he's afraid of her. I even did that whole "Oafy" Eauphy thing, to watch him wince a little every time we said it. "Hahaha!"

"What're you cackling about, and stay off my bed?"

"Well, it's right in front of the window, you want to change sides? You had the window forever, and it's just a mattress swap. Besides, I'm the flasher with the creepy peeper boyfriend."

"And that's a good reason not to sleep by the window, you really think he might." She talks like that, doesn't say 'Um,' just stops talking to pick the exact perfect word, "Kill one of us?"

"I don't think he has it in him." I shrugged, "You know him," not as well, "Longer than me, he's a coward. Why he sneaks around at night, but it's to see me naked, or you, or maybe Euphrat." She smiled, "I think she terrifies him, but I believe that if he doesn't Have to stalk, I may be able to pussy whip him, and make him pay for stalking my sister, and her girlfriend. It's just with him here, I couldn't tell him that, he thinks I'm his girlfriend, but I've already got him talking about seeing a shrink to get help for it. And I'd feel a lot safer with you, or hopefully Euphrot, because she's got fear on him. Huh! I got sex, but you've got Shame! Yeah, he's totally ashamed of stalking you already."

"Yeah, I saw that." She nodded.

"Yeah, so while I've got him panting and stuff, he's got like those," I put my hands up, "Horse things, so they just look straight ahead?"

"Blinders." She nodded.

"Yeah, or tunnel vision, that's why he never saw me counter-stalking him. Since last year," I thought, "And it was winter break too, so longer then that."

"How?"

I shrugged, "Saw him in the yard. You remember when it snowed, and everyone thought we'd have a White Christmas?"

"Yeah, but then it got hot, and thawed a couple days before."

"Yeah, well I went up to use mom&dad's bathroom, because you're in the shower, and I looked out to see the snow. Only I saw him, well his footprints first, but then he ran off, and he still had his pants open. I didn't see it, I still haven't seen it yet except through his pants, but I went out to look, and there was a melted spot under the window. I didn't smell any pee, but I couldn't tell if there was any."

"Huh!" She just held up her hand.

"Well, you know what I mean. What?" She made a face.

"Hm?" She blinked, "Oh, nothing."

"Come on, sis."

"It's not my secret, forget it. Anyway, huh! There's a, decent chance. That I might not be, totally gay. I mean, men are pigs, but. Huh, you're right, okay? You happy? I never really seen one either, much less a guy jerking off, so. Fine, I'll watch it tonight."

"I know just the spot." I went out to show her the corner of the yard. "This one's pretty good after dark, but also right over there, there's a dark path where the house blocks the light. So, I can crouch down here, and it's the darkest place that you can see from, and it's a quicker escape if he sees you."

"You do this a lot?"

"Huh! For over a year? Yeah, I just wanted to watch out for you. It was before you even got into that Literature class so you can take Creative Writing next year, so you didn't even meet Euphrot yet."

"Well, she started this semester here, too."

"Oh," shrug.

"So what does he do?"

"Well, he just waits, and jerks off. To see you naked, but because we change in the bathroom, most nights, and the window's like a mirror at night too." Smack my head,.

"What?"

"So how am I supposed to see him, tonight? Um, the other thing you can do is open Mom and dad's window and look down."

"Or, I could hide in the neighbor's yard."

"Oh yeah, and he sat on the fence."

"Really?"

"See how the spines are bent down now?" I pointed. She started walking over, so I followed...

Sarah Knowles {fGm Bidom? IDK, it's getting pretty BDSMie, soon. Definitely fG/m D/s trigger warnings.}

So, not really a plan, but some idea. I crouched down in the shadows, and sure enough, total blinders on. Looked back to the street, in case someone saw him, but hey idiot, the gate is attacked to the side of the house. We can totally hear when you show up? "Huh!"

So anyway, stealth isn't really his thing, but like she said it's not really public, but the Fear of getting caught. Catching him, just grin and wait. Don't really have a cueue, but whenever we're ready. Maybe not tonight, it's just a show, a comedy, so let's see what she's got.

"Here," she tosses out a couple things. "Gag yourself, put the other pair on."

"Uh!" He looks at the street, completely the wrong way, it's a quiet night, in a quiet neighborhood, and there's like maybe 20 feet on wide open fence? Nobody in the back yards, maybe someone in that window can see him from there, but it's across both back yards, and there's not even a lot of light coming out. But I hear the window shut. The bottom of it, she pulled down the top so he can look over it.

'hmhn!' Just cover his mouth, but they're panties! He's kind of dingle dangling, and bends over to put his feet in, and pull them up.

Steph, those are My panties! And they're lose on him, which is not flattering, and I can already hear her excuse that hers would be too tight, but, 'hmhn!'

Hers, stuffed in his mouth, and I mean the same ones she put on after, buttfucking herself. Okay, you think you know your sister, and then she turns out to be way more perverted than I ever even wanted to think about, but, 'hH!'

Just try not to think about it, but he's getting hard, and watching it. Whatever she's doing, I can't see her from here, but I hear her voice. She says something, but he picks up the jeans, and puts them up on the fence, then starts climbing up with the panties over his butt like a blouse, and at least I don't have to see that, but you think you know the guy you sit next to for a semester, but then you find out he's a Stalker, and 'huh!' I don't guess I really know, anyone that well any more. Shake my head.

And she set this whole thing up, so I guess it's fine that they're her underwear in his mouth, not like I want any of Euphrot's, fluids. Anywhere near his tongue, and I can't imagine what they must have gotten stuck to them, but.

Okay? All right, yeah, it is maybe, just a little hot, seeing as both of us really messed up those panties. They are literally as filthy as fuck, and it's not like she got her cum on the inside, right? And, I guess I need a break from thinking about, that. And now I know what a guy looks like, my Stalker! But, hard, soft, and pathetically backed up to a fence with filthy panties in his mouth, and My panties on to humiliate him.

I'm sure she'll get a laugh out of this tomorrow too, so just kick back and watch the show, lean sideways on the doghouse. "Hm!" I don't know what kind of dog was here before, but it's a pretty big doghouse, and maybe we could drag it over to the corner. Dad hates it anyway, and it's not like we've got a dog, but. Turn my head, sideways.

'h h h!' Maybe, she's got a little Bitch, right? 'yeah,' Terry's a little bitch! 'hihIH!" Oh good, he didn't hear that. But yeah, I bet I could get her to come out, and watch her train our little bitch. Once she hears about how he's been stalking us, and peeping on me, and she already kicked his ass once. Okay, she's very jealous, and kind of possessive, but it's okay, because I don't want anyone else. Hell, she's man enough for me, but.

"hh," the way she tells it, she's probably going to be androgynous. All right? Cycling between her period, estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone, it's not like she'll ever be a guy, right? Like not as bad as Terry bitch there, she's got boobs, and all the other parts that matter, but she's already tall, and kind of got a husky voice, and I love that, all of that, so maybe I'll wait and see to love however she turns out?

He does kind of look cute, in those panties, but I think we can probably get a leash, and a dog collar that fits him. And a bowl, what should we feed him? "Huh!" Like Coco Crunch, we got a box of it, kind of looks like dog food, and oh yeah, I'm a furry. Didn't even know there was a name for it, but the internet. Who knew? A goat, not a sheep, but I like those horns, always did, they're beautiful, and I always thought so.

"Huhuh!" She headbutted him! I missed it, looking for her, but she totally broke his nose, with his head, I cleaned the water off myself just this afternoon, and I can't believe I'm thinking about maybe getting some goat horns! "Yeah," I guess I can cut them off to fit my head, and, make some kind of hat. Out of wool, and a beard. I don't know, I never really thought about getting into, gender bending, I only found out I'm a lesbian, uhm, less than a month ago? "Huh!" But, I'm a goat girl, so what the fuck? Is that even really gay? My 'girlfriend' is like half boy, I think. It's just that the girl half started puberty first, we do that. And, I'll have to ask her, or wait until she finds out why she was born a girl until she started puberty, again.

Okay, it's really weird, but we're freaks, we're all freaks, and now I'm really starting to like it.

"Okay," I got up, "You fucking pervert, what do you think you're doing?" Stomped around the corner. "Are those my panties!? Take them off before you mess them up."

"Uph," he reached up for his mouth, after jumping down, barefoot.

"No, leave those in, thank you. Like I want to hear your pathetic attempt at excuses." Slap that bare butt!

"UPH!"

"Sh!" throw his jeans at him.

"Now get the fuck out of here, see you tomorrow night? Yeah, about the same time." He looked back. "Run along now, bitch? Run along home!" He pulled his pants on first.

"Weh," he pulled out the underwear, "Hand me my shoes?"

"Your," picked one up, "SHOES!"

He jumped,

"Here's your fucKING! Shoes. Now get the fuck outta here, and don't be late!"

"Ahahahaha!" She was rolling on the bed, kicking, and clutching her sides.

"All right, so it's fun!" You happy?

"What are you doing down there, Sarah?"

"Just running off some stray dog, dad!"

"Well come inside, it's getting late."

"All right, dad!"

Euphrot {ifG NS Plan}

"Get out."

"Hang on, we had a talk last night," she didn't even get off her bed, "And we have something to talk about."

"Come on," she scooted over, "Sit down."

"Okay?" I shrugged, "What is it?"

"Not what, Terence."

"What about him."

"Calm down now, kiss your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you gonna say good morning?"

"I'm sorry, Smq."

"Smq, Don't be, uh! Look, I have to tell you something," she glanced over, "Okay, Terry's been stalking me, for over a year."

"No shit?" I nodded, "Why do you think I chased him off?"

"Well," I looked over at her, "I'm gonna collar him."

"What?" I shook my head, "Does that mean?"

"I did some reading, on the internet, you know about S&M?"

"You mean like, tie me up, and beat me sex?"

"Well, yeah but. Not you, Terry. The thing is, I'm going to need your help to make him my bitch." She looked exited.

"Wahuh?"

"Ever since you kicked his ass, he's been humiliated, so I saw the opportunity to take advantage of it. So, while you guys were having your romantic little walk."

"What do you mean guys?"

"Uh, nothing. Sorry, I just. It's just a figure of speech! Why?"

I looked at Sarah, "I didn't say anything." She ment it, good.

"About what?"

"Nothing, I just have a little, hormonal problem. We don't even know what it is yet anyway, but it's just starting to effect my growth." I looked back at Sarah, "That's All."

She nodded, "So anyway," turned to her sister, "That's neither here nor there, but he's got the hot's for Fanny now, so she's gonna use that to put him in the doghouse, I'm gonna shame him for peeping on me, and you can terrorize him."

"Okay?" That doesn't sound too bad. "How?"

"We're still working that out, but first, let's all go over to his house to fuck with him."

"Why?"

"Come on, because we know he's going to be there now, the loser probably stayed up all night with nightmares, and we'll tell you all about it."

"Oh, and we need to move the doghouse."

"Yeah, but if we get him, we can make him do most of the work. You know, be a big strong guy. You want to maybe do a little exhibition?"

"What?"

"GOING OUT, MOM! We'll be back!" Sarah shut the door.

"You know, like yesterday. I don't know about you, but I kind of got a thrill out of doing it outdoors, and the idea that someone might catch us, being lesbians, in public?"

I shook my head, "Well, I didn't really think about it." I did, but mostly about finding a place to go, and getting there. The surprise was worth it. I shrugged.

"Well, we did, last night. He's a voyeur, he likes to watch. You know guys, he probably wants to watch two lesbians together."

"Oh, well I don't want to do that."

"No, but he doesn't know that, so we lie to him. I bet he'd do anything to get the chance, and that's how we bait the trap?"

"And then what?"

"Whatever you want, but I'm gonna make him my bitch, I always wanted a puppy, and Sarah?"

"Yeah, I'm probably just going to humiliate him, but you can terrify him."

"I bet I could fuck him."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What!?" Look back and forth, "Well, I mean, not literally fuck him, but he's so interested in gay sex, so." I shrug, "Why don't we show him what it's like?"

"Terry," {fG/m Groom.}

"YOUR FRIENDS ARE HERE!"

"Whuh?" I shook my head.

"This his room?" I sat up, "Hey, Terry!"

"Steph?"

"Rise, and shine,"

"Sarah?" I shook my head, "Oafr?"

"Uh, it's Euphrat."

"Hwat?"

She leaned in, "Eau' Phrot," She patted my face, "Wake up, and get dressed."

"HhihHm!"

"Oh for fucks sake, you're all modest about your morning stiffy, after you Stalked me, for a Year?"

"Sh!" I held the covers up, and grabbed some shorts.

"Well, we have a project for you," she smiled, "Don't worry, it's for us, you'll like it."

"What kind of project?"

"Remember last night?" I looked over. "Terry, I'm over here. Look at me, not at Sarah."

"Sounds like you done more then enough of that."

"Huh!"

"Wh,"

"Don't think about it, you suck at that, you hungry?"

"No?"

"Then skip breakfast, cummon." She headded out first, "We got a busy day, and we can stop at the drive through, or something."

"What're we doing?"

"Spring cleaning?" Sarah, "Oh, and you're my boyfriend now, as afar as anyone else at school."

"Okay?" She didn't even look back.

"It's a lie, to cover up my best friend fucking me, and you fooling around with my sister, unless you want to tell them you're dating a freshman?"

I shook my head, "Right, so since summer's cummin up, we need to clean out the garage, and the back yard, so we can hang out there. Oh, and you're sleeping over tonight, too. But you have to leave and come back after mom and dad are in bed, over there we're all just friends, except me, and Sarah."

"What about you?"

"Uh, she's my sister?"

"Oh, right."

"Duh, so I need to lose some weight, you need to get in shape, and my dad's got all this exercise equipment in the garage. It's buried, because he never really used it, but."

"Yeah, I'm probably going to be cumming over to work out too."

"Oh yeah, and you and Euphrot can probably hit my folks up for some cash out of the deal too. Hey, you mind if I call your Phrott?"

"Uh?" she stopped, to think. "Not really, I guess. I know it's a tough name to learn."

"Okay, Phrott. Let's get back before it gets too hot."

Steph {Gdom}

"Huh!" Of course, we made him do all the work. To wear him out, I giggled, and jumped off the bench.

"How's this work?" she sat back, and felt on the, arm, flappy exercise thing.

"Oh, that's the butterfly," he put his hands up, "Like this?"

"When'd you learn weightlifting?" I slapped his ass.

"Hey," he turned around, and rubbed it. "Last year in PE?" He shook his head, "I think the girls had Gymnastics."

Sarah nodded. Oh yeah, they're in the same gym class last year.

"Hihihin! Oh, I know, mommy issues, and all."

"Hah!"

"What!?"

She rolled her eyes, "I met your mom, you think she's bad?"

"No?"

"Yeah, let me take you home some night. You wouldn't last 5 minutes."

"Well, don't talk about my mom like that?"

"Like what? She's just asking about her. You're talking about her like that." Oh, he tried to think back. "Hihihmn! Come on, you too Phrott. We're probably need some help with the doghouse."

"Where're you going?"

"My room? Somebody needs to line it up, and you really need my help with the heavy lifting? Take your shirt off." I rubbed his chest, "I wanna see your muscles." When he gets some.

"All right?"

"Ngh!" Sarah covered her laugh.

It's like, he's so used to being teased all the time, he doesn't even know when you're doing it! Just throw in some sexy, and he even gets turned on.

"No sideways so the door points back."

"Why?"

"So you can't see it from the street? And besides, you can sit on the roof, unless you want to straddle the top, does that sound like fun?" I shook my head. "Keep moving it over. Overrr... Yeah, stop. Drop it right there."

"Uh!" He held it by the doorway, so the girls got the other end, but he's a big strong man. Right! "Hiheha! Yeah, come on in and take a break with me before dad gets back. Leave the girls alone, cum on, you earned it."

"Okay!"

"Fucking puppy." Shake my head, but I've been ordering him around all morning, and wes getting just about ready for the next scene.

"Hey,"

"Shut up, and close the door. You like watching Sarah, and her girlfriend?" He shook his head, so I just stepped aside. And his eyes went wide, I glanced back over, but she was pretty much topless. you know, other than Euphrot's hands. "Go on, get it out?"

"Uh," he looked around.

"Hahaha! You don't get to be shy, you fucking peeper, look, they're not really paying attention to you, see? Why d'you think they wanna lookat your dick anyway? They're. Lesbians!"

"Huh, all right."

"Yeah, come over here, I'm not gonna bite. You ever have a handjob before?" He grinned, didn't shake his head, so I shook mine for him. "Snh! Ew, probably should've made you take a shower first, mister stinky. If you ever want me to put that filthy fucking thing in my mouth but. How hard could it be?"

Pri-tty hard!

"Ooh, like this? Yeah? This is how you do it, right?"

"Yeah."

"It feel good? You like my nice soft hands on your rock hard cock, huh?"

"Yeah!"

Limited vocabulary.

"Huh, faster? You want it faster? How bout a little spit, PTEW! Huh, HAHL Ptw! Yeah, now we get it nice and slick, and doesn't that feel better?"

"Huh, yeah!"

"Fucking jerk. Creepy fucking peeper doesn't even understand what Lesbian means. Like you deserve this, you jerk off last night? After my sister chased you off? Don't look at her, look at me, you fucking pervert. You're My boyfriend, she's got a girlfriend, and she makes her happy in ways you can't even understand. You said you love her? What the fuck is wrong with you, you're going out with me, and you said 'I love you", right in front of me, and Her Girlfriend? What's it take to get it through your thick fucking skull, dipshit? She's gay, and you're My boyfriend!"

"Uh, huh!"

"UH!" I shook my hand, "The fuck! You got off on that, you sick puke? Did I tell you to cum?"

"I'm sorry."

"Look at this shit. You're not sorry, you're not even sorry enough." Smack!

"Uhn!"

"You like that? You pitiful faggot? Get down and clean up your mess, like the stupid filthy dog you are. That's right, lick it up."

"Halh,"

"Smp! Mh! Hihihm! Wow, okay, I totally didn't think you'd go for that. Come here. Yeah, get up, come here, and sit on My bed. Ohh, there. Don't you feel better now?"

"Mhm?"

"Don't cry. It's okay, I just wanted to see how submissive you were, but I had no idea you'd go that far."

"Submissive?"

"Yeah, huh! I just dominated you, and you loved it!'

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well, the opposite is submissive. That's you, so now we can talk about how you want me to Dominate you. Did you like the swat?"

"Huh?"

"When I smacked your ass, did you like that?"

"Umhm?"

"Good, so spanking, your mom still spank you?"

"No, she stopped."

"Good, but you want to play that, maybe, later? Hm, bad boy?"

"Yeah, I guess that would be all right."

"What about face smacking, did you like that?"

"Uh uh."

"Okay, good. See? We just have to try these things, to see what you like, and don't. It makes me a better Dominatrix, and you a good little subby boy. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Now, how about the cum humiliation? You like that?"

"That wasn't too bad."

"You like your cum? It's pretty tasty, huh? It's all right, it doesn't make you gay, it's your cum, right?"

"Yeah, I guess not."

"Now, how about when I called you faggot, you like that?"

"No, not really."

"Okay, fine. That's just fine, how about girl next time, huh? You really seemed to like the panties last night, huh?"

"Uh huh?"

"Yeah, well dad's out taking the truck to the dump, so when he get's back I better not have a boy in the room with me. So, you thirsty? Work up an appetite yet? Yeah, you've been working hard all day, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you boy?" I patted his head, "Yeah, such a good boy, cummon. Cummon boy! Let's get you a treat!" I backed down the hall, clapping and giggling.

Yeah, he's gonna make a good little bitch. Didn't even look back at them giggling back and forth at eachother in the window.

{I'm probably going to split these off again once I have enough material. Patience, it takes time...}