Peer Review, Paralogue - Brook

by Tritium

The room was dimly lit and a little smoky. On the floor was an old couch whose legs had long ago failed, and was very close to the ground, and was home to the rear ends of three of Brook's friends. In front of the couch was a folding table's top lying on a pair of cinder blocks; the legs had long since vanished. A fourth and fifth friend of Brook sat in bean bags at either end of the table. Brook was the only one of the group that was not at the table; she sat on a long neglected work bench, smoking a cigarette and ashing it out the basement window.

The group had finished a long running game, and instead of starting another one right away, they decided to take the rest of the night to hang out. The group was all about the same age as Brook, ranging from thirteen at the youngest to sixteen at the oldest.

"Hey, Brook, why didn't you bring Sam along? It's not the same without her moping in your shadow." Andie, the only other female of the group, broke the boycott of conversation the group took against Brook when she smoked.

"What, you miss her?" Brook was intrigued by the interest in her girlfriend. Her friends are a little uncomfortable around her. Geeks don't do to well around people who exude sexuality, especially if that person is of their sexual preference. "You know that flyer that was posted in the art hall; the one that made Steve and Jason blush?"

The mention of the flyer got the attention of the boys, who were present. Remembering the flyer forced their cheeks into a nice rosy color.

"I pay attention to posters that have 'For Gays and Lesbians only' in big red letters across the top." Andie was very straight in her own estimation. In everyone else's estimation she was totally asexual.

"It was the interviews about sex." Steve interjected.

"Yeah, that. I got her to sign up for them. I already had my interview, she is on her second." Brook took a last drag, and tossed the butt out the window. "You two should sign up for them, too." She addressed Steve, who was all but sitting in Jason's lap.

"I haven't come out to my mom yet, I'm not going to tell her through some research paper." Jason wrapped his arm around his boyfriend, and snuggled him a bit.

"Get a room." Andie jested at the pair, to which Brook chided her as a prude.

"So, what was it like?" Mark, the younger, spoke up. He rarely spoke unless directly addressed. The group took notice and all looked at him in silence, then at Brook for the answer.

"I went to a motel room, and talked to a woman about being gay." Brook shrugged. "She wanted to know how my family reacted when I came out, what Sam was like, and some stories about times we had sex."

"And you were comfortable talking about that to a total stranger?" Mark, the elder, spoke. He talked all the time. In fact, it was really hard to get him to shut up. As such, he was often ignored.

Brook did answer him, though. "It is totally anonymous. I told her about some sex I had with Sam. Who here hasn't heard a story from someone you never met about sex they had with Sam?" The group kind of shrugged in unison. Sam was the school's mascot of the sluts, the butt of jokes, and the object of countless teen's sexual desires.

"What did you tell her?" Andie threw a pillow at the younger of the two Marks for asking the question.

"Do you really want to hear about my sex life? Are we really having that conversation?"

The group, less Andie, nodded in response. Andie just rolled her eyes. "Perverts."

Brook closed the window and slid into the third remaining bean bag. "I told her about the first time we had sex sober. It was right over there, next to where Mark is." She pointed at the younger of the two, who, upon hearing that, used the pillow to shield his erection.

"That's it. I am going to go buy a soda or something." Andie made a scene of her leaving the basement. Again, Brook chided her as a prude.

Brook sighed a little. "Seriously guys; do you really want me to tell you about sex with Sam?"

A moment passed and Mark, the younger, answered for the remaining guys. "Yeah, we do." He squirmed in his bean bag.

Brook rolled her eyes a bit and relaxed back into her bean bag. "Fine, but your zippers stay zipped. Uh…You two can do what you want, but the Marks, keep your hands visible." She figured that Steve and Jason would not be touching themselves because of a story of lesbian love, so if they fooled around, it was inspired by something entirely different.

"It was the night of the freshman dance. Sam asked to go steady with me the month before. The school didn't allow us to go as a couple, so she found some guys to go as our dates. When we got home, I was bitching about how the guy kept on grabbing my butt when we danced. It bugged me. She didn't say much about the guy she went with. She told me later that it was because she had sex with him under the gym bleachers. I didn't know that then, though." She paused for a moment. "Yes, I am dating the school whore. Yes, I knew that back then too. It doesn't bother me."

"She was helping me out of my gown, and well, it went logically from there." Brook grins cruelly.

"Oh come on. You are such a tease." Brook looked at Steve with a gaze of shock.

"What is so fascinating to guys about girls having sex?"

"It's the last three words of that sentence that gets our attention." Mark, the elder spoke up. He might have been talking a lot more than everyone else remembers, but everyone ignored him.

"Yup. All guys key on that. Even us." Steve laid his head on Jason's shoulder, and stared at Brook, waiting for the story. "Guys are pigs. So … oink oink oink, tell us the story."

"Fine, fine. She was helping me out of my dress. She had already removed hers, but her dress was skimpy enough that she could just slide the straps off her shoulders, and wiggle out of it. Mine had a big zipper down the back and hooks and all that. I was leaning against that pole…" She pointed to a support pole to the left of Mark, the younger. "…And she undid all the hooks, and unzipped the zipper, pulling the dress down just enough so the sleeves held my arms to my body. I asked her what she was doing, and she just shushed me. She lifted up my dress and pulled off my panties, but left my stockings on. She used her foot and spread my legs just enough that I had to lean hard against the pole.

"So there I was, arms locked to my sides, my shoulder pressed against that cold metal, and my ass exposed. I was panicked cause I didn't know what the hell she was doing, and she was giggling. If anyone has any idea why I fell in love with such a cruel bitch, tell me. Anyways, she started to caress my ass, and my hips, and my inner thighs, whispering for me to relax. I couldn't stop shaking, I was so nervous. It wasn't like she never touched me before; I just had some liquid courage those times."

"You were drunk off your ass those times. Lush." Mark, the elder chided his friend.

"I am not a lush!" She took on a posture of forced indignant anger. "My sister is a lush. She just brings me along." That was met with rolled eyes and chortles. "If I can continue…" She waited for the attention of the boys. "… Ok. She slid her hand from my thigh to my pussy, and rubbed it slowly, stopping periodically to lick her finger. Apparently, I don't get that wet. She spent a lot of time just teasing my lips, and then started to push in between them and rub on my clit. I couldn't stand anymore when she did that. I fell to my knees, ripping apart my cute panties in the process. She knelt behind me and continued to tease me.

"A few minutes later, she slid her fingers into me. It hurt. Not a lot, but from later experience, I can tell you, she needed to lube her fingers more than she did. She was thrusting her fingers inside me, and though the pain never really went away, the pleasure did start to build. It started to feel really good. I came with her fingers inside me when she started to lick that area between my pussy and my ass. God, I love that."

"So do I, Steve. Hint Hint." Jason gave Steve a little squeeze.

"Yeah, well, next week, I get to hear gay sex stories from you two." Brook stuck her tongue out, and slid back on to the workbench for another smoke. "Go ahead and call Andie, tell her it's safe for prude ears down here again."