New Girl at School
(M/f, teen, gang, slut)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"All the students whose names I called will leave now and report to the auditorium for the sex education film for freshmen," Mrs. Hildebrande announced.

A banging of seats and books ensued and twenty-five of the thirty students in the room rose or prepared to rise.

On his way out, Brad Harker stopped to leer at Doug Fleming and Angie Marlowe. "You little kiddies be good while we're gone."

"We don't have to take courses in sex to find out what it's all about," Angie retorted tartly.

Doug looked up from his biology book and whispered composedly. "Don't fuck all the girls while the lights are out."

Brad laughed confidently. "If I fucked one, that would be more than you ever have."

Doug's face flushed with anger.

"You might be surprised," Angie said, taking Doug's side.

"Are you kidding? This retard is a dull grind," Brad said positively. "The local genius! Studying and research projects. That's all he's ever done. He's never seen a single sex education film in his life and never taken out a girl."

"You don't know all the things I study or the projects I work on," Doug said coolly.

"Who're you trying to put on!" Brad said unimpressed.

"Well, you don't know," Angie said staunchly. "Doug learns a lot about sex from his father and I learn about it from my father. We don't need to go to those sex classes."

A loud rapping interrupted the conversation.

"Everyone out, please," Mrs. Hildebrande said crisply.

"Get your ass in gear," Doug said in a superior tone to Brad.

Brad looked first at Angie then at Doug, doubt flickering in his eyes. "If you two know so much about sex, why have you held out on the rest of us?"

Doug and Angie stared at him with poker faces.

Brad looked at them sardonically. "I'll be asking you soon. You better know something worth knowing." He turned and walked away.

The two watched Brad disappear out the door, then Doug turned to Angie. "I didn't know you knew so much about sex."

She flared back defensively, "I didn't know you knew so much either."

As soon as all the students were gone, Mrs. Hildebrande tapped for attention again. "Because there are only a few of you left in the study hall, you may study, read, or talk, if you keep your voices low." She smiled at them graciously and then turned her attention to grading papers.

Doug felt that same old sinking feeling in his stomach that he'd felt so often lately. The harder he tried to live a peaceful, logical existence, the quicker he found himself entangled in an impossible situation. Why had he taken offense to Brad's childish words? He knew what a silly ass Brad was. He thought he had inured himself to the stigma of being left out of the sex education classes long ago, but here he was - upset again. He guessed he wasn't missing much anyway. Probably the same old anatomical diagrams his father had showed him on the sly. And the school board members didn't allow the teachers to talk about anything really interesting or exciting anyway. So why was he annoyed? Mainly because he wanted to know, he admitted to himself. Really know what sex was all about. For the past year he had been merely curious, but lately he had gotten obsessed with the idea of knowing about it. Probably had something to do with all those wet dreams he'd had lately. He knew he shouldn't care what the other kids thought of him. But he did. He couldn't stand the thought of Brad's face smiling triumphantly when he found out Doug didn't know anything about sex. Telling all the other kids.

Angie's mind was working overtime. It wasn't her fault she didn't know about sex, it was her mother's fault. Any time the subject came up her mother reacted violently against it. Angie could never find out why. Her mother wouldn't tell her anything about sex. It was always 'Nice girls don't sit with their legs apart. Nice girls don't say those words. Nice girls don't ask those questions until they're old enough.' Hell, if sex was such a bad thing, why were adults always wanting to do it? Why did they think it was such a big thing? Could it really hurt children to know about it? Her father didn't think so. He'd wanted to tell her about sex several times but her mother always butted in. Then there'd be a big scene. Her mother would scream about getting a divorce, making a big scandal. Her father would end up shaking her out of her hysteria and her mother would shout, 'Don't touch me with your filthy obscene hands! Not after you've touched all your nurses.' Angie wondered what she meant by those words. Did her father have sex with his nurses? He probably didn't with her mother - she wouldn't even let him touch her.

A poke in her back roused Angie from her thoughts. She turned to face Doug.

"Tell me all you know about sex," Doug commanded.

"Look," she retorted, "I was only trying to help you out. Brad was so obnoxious."

"I didn't need your help before, I need it now."

"Don't you know anything about sex?" Angie asked pityingly.

Doug blushed. "Of course I do. But Brad doesn't want to know ordinary facts."

"What makes you think I'd know anything different?"

"Your father is a medical doctor, isn't he?"

"He doesn't consult me about his work," Angie said, deliberately aggravating.

"Haven't you kept your eyes and ears open and picked up a thing or two?"

"Mmmm," Angie said mysteriously, fluttering her eyelashes at him provocatively.

I wonder if she's been laid yet, Doug asked himself. She has a wide mouth. If the grandmother tales are right, she should have a large vagina.

Angie nervously drummed her fingers on the desk. "My father does have a lot of medical books in his office." But I haven't read any of them, she finished in her mind.

"You've read them?"

"Well-l. Just glanced at a few," she lied. I am going to read them. Soon, she thought. No matter what Mom says. I've waited long enough.

"What did they say?" Maybe he could get her into a petting session, if she wouldn't go all the way.

"There were a lot of diagrams, like in the biology book." That was safe to say.

"Anything new?" Doug asked hopefully. "About how it's done?" Would she go to bed with me? I'm not very good-looking. Would any girl?

"Mmmm." Angie looked down at her fingernails. She wasn't going to tell him she didn't know anything.

"I can tell. You didn't understand them." Girls were so dumb. On the other hand, that might be an asset. Would she or wouldn't she?

"Well, at least I know where it's at," Angie said daringly. She laughed. I wonder if he's tried it yet? Maybe Brad's right - he's not interested. If he'd come over, we might try it!

"Maybe if you could borrow one of your father's books, we could study it together."

"Yes? Where would we study it?"

"In the library?"

Angie shook her head. "Too public."

"At my house?"

"I can't go out with boys. My mother won't let me until I'm sixteen." Her tone was martyred.

Why in the hell is she encouraging me to ask then? Doug was outraged. "You could tell her you were visiting a girlfriend," he said mildly.

A knot of sorrow caught in Angie's throat. How she wished she could! She'd wanted to have a close friend for so long. But the girls never seemed to notice her. She'd even thought of going up to one - Mary Jane Watson especially, she was so popular - and starting a conversation. But she'd never had the nerve. At the last moment, she felt cowed. Out loud she said, "My mother knows I don't have any girlfriends."

"Oh." Doug felt defeated.

Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is ready, she thought. What we couldn't do together. She leaned closer to him. "But you could come to my house."

Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such an illogical girl. Jumping from negative to positive.

"Unless you're afraid to," she jibed.

At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her parents probably went out a lot anyway. He smiled. "When?"

"Tonight?"

He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that new research project. "What time?"

"7:30?" Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked herself.

"Okay," Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.

That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as he walked the two blocks to her house. He stood uneasily on the doorstep and rang the bell. As soon as she opened the door, he escaped inside.

"Come," she said.

She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky material that moved sensuously with every step she took. Her smooth undulating asscheeks fascinated him. What law of engineering did they operate under?

The room was way in the back of the house, isolated from the other rooms. He felt a little shocked as he stepped into it and saw the bed. This was her bedroom!

"Drinking?" She held up a bottle of wine.

Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, I can do.

A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. 'Let me, baby, baby, won't you let me?' the young voice sang sensually to the pounding beat. Doug felt his heart begin pounding.

Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine glass filled to the brim. She held up her glass in a toast. "To your health," she said and drank.

Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting its sourness. Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid brown eyes were excited. They kept looking at him expectantly.

What did she want of him? "Did you get a book?"

"Oh, I meant to tell you," she said casually. "My mother doesn't allow me in the office. We'll have to break in."

"Break in?"

"You're supposed to be a genius," she cooed. "It isn't that hard to pick locks, is it?"

"Depends on the lock. I don't have any tools with me."

They went to the front of the house and Doug inspected the office door. He shook his head. "The spring is too heavy. It would take me two or three hours to open it."

"Damn!" Angie said impatiently.

"Any other openings to the office? Doors? Windows?"

"No other doors. There are windows in two walls, the front of the house and the side."

"Let's go out and look them over."

Outside, Doug decided it would be easier and less conspicuous to climb the tree on the side of the house and try to open the side window. He climbed up the tree and walked along the branch toward the window. The limb was weak and every time he neared the window, he would dangle just out of reach of the window sill. He bounced several times before he finally caught the sill; then he laboriously pulled himself up until he had both elbows on it. Gently, he pushed at the window, hoping it was unlocked. It was. He pushed it open and scrambled inside.

Angie ran inside the house and Doug let her in the office. Together they read the titles of the books on the shelves. Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior looked promising but turned out to be a book of definitions. Sterility and Its Treatment contained nothing of interest at all, at least, what they could understand of it. The Principles and Practice of Gynecology had some large diagrams of female genitalia drawn from about every angle. However, the pictures were so detailed that both Doug and Angie got lost trying to understand them.

"Doesn't your father have any easy books?" Doug asked despairingly. "Something for beginners?"

"He might at the hospital. I don't know." Books, she thought contemptuously. How much do you learn from books? Damned little!

"There's only one other way," Doug said, eyeing her tentatively. Will she or won't she? he kept asking himself.

"What?" she asked innocently. Does he mean what I think he does? She didn't know him well enough to guess.

"Try it," he said firmly. He was shaking inside, waiting for her explosion. Suppose she laughed at him?

Angie stared boldly back into his eyes. "How much do you know about it?"

He might as well take the chance. "Nothing. How much do you?"

"Nothing." I might as well admit it, she thought.

"Well?" he said matter-of-factly, "are you game?"

Her eyes recognized the challenge in his. "If you are." Can I go through with it? She wasn't sure.

"Let's go back to your room."

They carefully arranged the office as they had found it and went out the door, setting the handle, so it would lock behind them.

Back in her bedroom, Angie opened a dresser drawer. "I'll put a nightie on."

"You don't need one. It's better naked, they say."

"I'd rather." She dropped her eyes and rushed past him to the bathroom and closed the door.

Doug felt curiously abandoned. He undressed slowly, piece by piece, and waited, sitting on the bed. Time passed and he shivered. Was it anticipation or was it cold? His mind was racing. Was he really going to find out what sex was like? He hadn't thought his chance would come so soon. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 8:30. Angie had better start moving, he couldn't stay much longer. And he was getting cold.

An idea came to him. He went over to the dresser, rummaged through a drawer, picked out a frilly short nightgown and put it on. He knocked on the bathroom. "Angie? Angie?"

No answer.

He tried the door knob gently. It turned. He opened the door slowly and peeked in. Angie was sitting on the toilet, staring at the floor in front of her.

Doug stepped into the bathroom, walked into her line of vision and stopped.

Angie's eyes slowly took in the long bony feet; they followed up the hairy skinny legs and on up to the bony knees just below the edge of the ruffle. Then her eyes jumped to his face.

Doug simpered. "When is the slumber party going to start?"

He looked so grotesque pretending to be a girl that Angie had to laugh, "Now. I'll be right out," she said when she could stop laughing.

"Hurreee," Doug said in a forced feminine falsetto. "I've got so much to tell you. And we've got so much to do!"

Angie started laughing again and motioned him out.

Doug fluttered his fingers goodbye to her and clowned like a showgirl before he closed the door. He grinned to himself as he slipped out of the nightie and climbed into bed. He laid his glasses on the nightstand. The price one had to pay for a woman! He felt old and experienced.

Angie bustled into the room, avoiding his eyes. She turned down the stereo. "It's too light in here." She turned off the lamp; the room became black. Shyly, she climbed into bed beside him.

His angular firm body felt strange and exciting to her. Each time she felt a part of his body touch hers - a shoulder or a leg or a hip - electric sparks flashed through her body and she would edge away nervously. She'd never felt like this before.

The excitement of feeling Angie's softly rounded body near his erected his penis. He put out a hand to touch her, but she pulled away.

"You said you would, Angie," he reminded her in a low voice.

"It feels funny and I'm a little afraid," she whimpered in her low little girl voice.

I can force her, he thought. It would be so easy. His desire demanded to be sated. He imagined forcing himself on her. But after the fantasy faded he knew he could not. I can't take it unless she gives it to me. Strange. As sick as he was of her virginity, he couldn't just take her. Damn! Why should he have to be this way? There were always catches to everything.

"Of course it does," he said soothingly. "It feels strange to me too. The first time always does."

Doug lay there, silently cursing himself for being the way he was. Damn, he was burning. His penis wanted in. He sighed deeply.

Angie heard his sigh and thought, he's thinking of Brad and all those kids at school. Facing them would be awful if they didn't do it. She slid over against him and whispered. "Go ahead, do it to me."

Awkwardly Doug climbed onto her and gently spread her slightly resisting legs apart. He had to kneel to examine her pussy. Where was her vaginal opening? She was so nervous it made him feel nervous. She tensed and jumped when he touched the soft curls of her sparse young pubic hair. He gently parted it with his thumbs and separated her outer cuntal lips and felt for the inner labia. His finger explored downward for the vaginal opening. When he found the tiny pink mouth it was throbbing gently. He pressed the moist fleshy lips open and she jumped and tensed her body even more.

Embarrassment swept over him. He had never imagined sex would feel as bad as this! But he couldn't stop now, not with her lying here with her legs spread so far apart for him. He lowered his body down on top of her and pressed his hard penis against her tight vaginal opening and Angie tried to wiggle away. So many strange emotions and sensations flowed through her body. This was too real, her mind screamed. Too obscene. Not beautiful and romantic as she had dreamed. Fright clutched her.

Doug kept trying hard to push his hardened cock into her and she kept wiggling away from him until she had retreated all the way to the foot of the bed. Nervous and preoccupied with the mechanics of the act, Doug suddenly felt his penis go limp in his fingers. Humiliated, he stopped trying and lay breathing heavily beside her.

Both lay there wondering what would happen next. Should they say something?

After a moment or two, Doug's nervous tension lessened and his penis erected again. It was burning to enter her. Blindly he again fumbled between her legs. He tried two or three times, but each time his desire was destroyed by the frustration of his failure to enter her.

Was this the sex extolled in rhyme throughout the ages? That drove men on to greater glories? He couldn't believe that even his father would put up with this with his mother every night.

His penis erected again. Plucky Pierre! One more try, he promised himself. This is as bad as some of those chemical experiments that wouldn't turn out, he thought. This time he wormed the smooth rubbery head a little way in, only to slip out. His spirits rose and his desire with them.

Angie was moaning with pain; tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Oblivious to her, Doug poised his now desperately throbbing cock outside her vagina and gave a strong pelvic thrust.

Angie tensed, cried out in pain, then blacked out. Losing consciousness caused her to relax momentarily and her vagina opened involuntarily and slipped like a warm, tight glove over his penis. Blood gushed out and felt hot on his legs.

Doug thrashed frantically over her a few times; then he felt the cum bursting deep down inside her quivering little belly. A sudden intense feeling and then it was gone. Angie didn't react at all, as far as he could tell. Her legs lay limp and wide-spread out on either side of his body.

He felt spent. His penis relaxed and slipped out when he moved, so he rolled off of her and laid alongside her. He tried to analyze what had happened. He'd been awfully hot outside her but as soon as he'd got in, he'd become instantaneously hotter. And then he couldn't recall what had happened. Exactly. Was that all there was to it? He was disappointed. He had expected more than a transient intense feeling and then whammo, nothing! He really hadn't felt much. Most of the excitement came from the knowledge that he, Douglas Fleming, had finally and actually had intercourse with a live girl.

Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached between her legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless whirl. Every nerve end tingled. Emotions flickered lightning-like throughout her body. She felt dirtied - raped. How animal! Repulsive! How could men like it? Did they?

"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer out.

"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast. Sudden like. Did you feel it?"

"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My mother must be right. It's only for men to enjoy."

"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science you don't build your theories on the first experiment. Or on negative evidence."

"But what if that's all there is to it?"

Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always so crazy about it?"

"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added petulantly.

Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so much, there must be a pleasurable feeling to it or they wouldn't do it. If we didn't feel pleasure, we mustn't have done it right. Therefore, the sex act has to be learned, I guess."

"Animals don't have to learn it," Angie said.

"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, but specialized animals. They differ from the lower animals in several ways. They have to learn lots of things - why not the sex act?"

Angie felt cheated. She had expected so much and all she'd gotten was a pain between her legs! She would have loved to enjoy it to get even with her mother. Damnation! And here the old turd turned out to be right. That hurt even worse than the screwing! Now all she could do was go up to the old bitch and say, "Mom, you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass." Wow! That'd make the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love to see the expression on her face!

Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard to get into? That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd never make it. Sometimes that old try, try again routine really pays off. He chuckled mentally. He wouldn't mind trying it again. Right now. But he didn't think Angie'd go for it. He stole a sidelong glance at her. She was frowning. No. Better not push his luck. But there was that one moment there. A mind blowing feeling barely started. If he only could have held it longer. And longer and longer. He tried to imagine it again, but he couldn't. He wondered if Brad had ever felt it. He bet not. Not if he accused them of holding out on information. He just had to do it again. To see if he could recapture that feeling.

"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.

"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"

"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After we've had time to learn how to do it right."

"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.

"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of all the married people that go to bed every night."

Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't even let my father touch her. She has her own bedroom."

"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you adopted?"

"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a hard time when I was born. She told me. She doesn't really like kids - or husbands. We make her nervous."

Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got scared off. Before it got to be fun. Are you going to be like her? Quit too soon?"

Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did he like her at all? Just a little bit? He didn't just want to hurt her again? She hesitated.

Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm sorry I hurt you this time, Angie. Really. I know it was rough on you. It was partly the way you're made. I had to break your hymen. Before we try it next time, we'll learn something about it. We'll make a special project of it. We'll get some books. I'll study about the physiology and anatomy of sex and you'll study about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"

Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the feel of his naked male body and the smell of it, too. It felt comforting to be in his arms. And he was so eager and happy. She liked to see him smile. He looked different with his glasses off. A suspicion entered her mind.

"Did you feel something I didn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she said impatiently.

He stopped to consider whether he should tell her or not before he replied. Hell, why not? Maybe he could give her a false hope. He looked in to her eyes. "Well, just for a minute there, I had this intense feeling. But it went away before I could analyze it."

Angie's curiosity was aroused. "An intense feeling? Do you suppose a girl is supposed to feel it, too?"

"They must," Doug said positively. "All these mistresses the French kings had in the history books. I bet they didn't fuck just for jewels!"

Angie considered the lewd word for a moment. "Does your mother f-fuck with your father?"

"Of course. And they're always feeling each other up. When they think I'm not looking," he added.

They stared into each other's eyes, each weighing the idea and the other's reaction.

"If it didn't hurt so much," she whined.

"You're going to be like your mother," Doug warned.

"No!" Angie said angrily.

"Give yourself a chance to get used to it," Doug pleaded. "It probably doesn't hurt when it's done right. I'll try to help you. Come on, let me fuck you once more. Please?"

Angie couldn't resist his begging eyes. "Okay. Once more. Only."

"It'll be better next time, you'll see," he said confidently. "We'll be able to tell brad lots of things."

"Not that we did it," Angie objected.

"Not that," he agreed.

"Are you sure we can find some good books?" she worried.

"Lots of them. The library must be full of them."

"I've never run across any," she said pensively.

"If I don't find any book, I'll spy on my parents," he said grandly.

Angie gasped in shock, "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" Doug said boldly. "They're always encouraging me in my research work,"

A picture of Doug peeking out from a closet at his parents humping in bed filled Angie's mind. She started to giggle uncontrollably. Doug caught her hysteria. They wrapped their arms around each other and rolled on the bed, laughing wildly.

Angie was lying on a down-filled bed, dreaming. Out of the darkness, a man's voice softly whispered in her ear. "I love you." A gentle breath in her ear sent thrills through her body. She turned toward him and held his arms out toward him. Eagerly, he came into her arms and twined his own about her. She delighted feeling his body against hers. His strong sinewy muscles were commanding and protective. They kissed and fires started burning within her. Their fingers began to explore each other. Her mind began to reel as passion consumed her.

Suddenly, an intense light came on, so bright that it dazzled her closed eyes. She opened them and looked. Her lover was her father! Before she had time to sort out that fact, she felt a cold presence and looked to see her mother approaching the bed. The horrible expression on her mother's face struck her dumb. She couldn't breath. Waves of fear immobilized her. Her mother's cold eyes bore relentlessly into hers. She began to choke, to fight for breath...

And then she woke up. Startled, she looked around the room to see if her mother was there. She was not. With a loud sigh, she lay back and tried to relax - to think.

Why did she have such an awful dream? Her own father? She loved him but she hadn't really thought about doing it with him before. And her mother. That set expression. How cruel, unforgiving. What if she did find out? About her and Doug? Her mother would never forgive her. Never.

She shouldn't do it again. It was too risky. When Doug came on Friday, she'd tell him. No more. Enough. He has plenty to tell Brad now. More than enough. He'll be satisfied.

The argument sounded so reasonable in her mind. Surely Doug would go along with it. Peace flooded her mind for a time.

She began thinking about Doug. What a funny boy. Nice, really. Considerate. But he had his funny little ways. The way he sat his glasses so precisely on the nightstand. Always trying to explain everything. Think things through. Oh, yes. Think things through. The words struck an alarm. His insistence on completing a project. He wouldn't want to stop until he felt he had found out all he could find out. How could she overcome that? Persuade him to stop?

She concentrated very hard, but no ready answer came to mind. It was hopeless to tell him she knew all she wanted to know. But... if she could tell him she knew all she wanted to know. Yes. If she could say she'd talked it over with her mother... She didn't need to know any more, thank you very much. We can still be friends. Maybe it would work.

The more she thought about it, the better the plan seemed to her. Cheered, she decided to ask her mother about sex at the first opportunity. Then she could go back to her old life. Not very exciting. Not exciting at all. But secure.

The alarm on the clock-radio rang. Angie reached over and turned it off. She decided to dress quickly so she could get to breakfast early. Maybe she'd have a chance to ask her mother then.

Angie watched her mother furtively, trying to discern her mood.

Mrs. Marlowe bustled between the kitchen and the breakfast nook. Anxious lines creased her forehead; her mouth drew stern lines around her set jaw. No sooner had she sat down at the table and spread her napkin in her lap the toast popped up and she noticed the jam spoon wasn't on the table so she got up and bustled off to the kitchen to get it.

When she returned to the table she meticulously set about buttering her toast. Her face was seriously intent, as if she were writhing the Declaration of Independence.

Angie decided that her mother was behaving normally so she might as well ask her now.

"Mom," she asked hesitantly," why couldn't I go to the sex education classes this year."

Mrs. Marlowe looked at her sharply. "Why should you go this year? What makes it any different than any other year?"

"Our biology teacher says everybody should know about sex by the time they're fourteen. And I'm fourteen now."

"You're still a child."

"No, I'm not. I've been menstruating for two years."

"That doesn't matter. You're not old enough to marry. You don't need to know until then."

"Does one have to be married to be able to understand sex? How come Maggie could get pregnant without being married?"

Mrs. Marlowe screeched angrily. "Put that out of your mind. Maggie was just a maid - she was no lady."

"How come other parents let their children learn about sex?"

Mrs. Marlowe choked drinking her coffee. She banged her cup down on it's saucer. "Other people have no morals, no standards. I'm not responsible for what they do. They should know better, but unfortunately they don't. They should be made to act decently."

Angie's heart felt cold as she listened to her mother's venomous voice. She felt a lecture coming on.

Mrs. Marlowe warmed to the topic. "I'm not responsible for all the filth in the world. It's the other people. Flocking to see dirty movies and plays, buying dirty books and magazines. Corrupting their children and trying to corrupt decent people's children. Everywhere you turn, you can't escape from filth. Now they're trying to drag it into the schools. Filling innocent children's minds with dirty thought..."

Angie's mind got confused listening to her mother's tirade. The sex her mother ranted against couldn't be the same kind she and Doug experienced. Anger stirred within her. "Is sex so bad, mother? Is it? I thought it was a way to love another person?"

"That's not love," her mother said scornfully. "Love is pure. You love someone in your mind, not with your body. Love is not physical and - and - dirty!" She shook with revulsive excitement.

"How can it only be in the mind," Angie objected. "Why is it, when I feel love for Salome, I want to touch her. Hug her and kiss her?"

"Salome's just a cat," her mother said coldly.

"But can't you feel this way about people, too?" Angie insisted. "Once you get to know them, you want to touch them?"

Mrs. Marlowe leaned toward Angie, her eyes glaring. "Nasty!"

"What's nasty about it?" Angie challenged. "Shouldn't people love each other that way?"

Mrs. Marlowe pulled herself back and sat up straight. Her face showed anger, confusion and suspicion. "You're not doing anything dirty, are you?"

Angie thought of the sensual love she and Doug felt together. That wasn't dirty. That was exciting and good. It couldn't be dirty. Her eyes met and held her mother's eyes. "No, I'm not doing anything dirty. How can I? I don't know what it is."

"You'd better not," her mother snapped. "You'll answer to me if you do."

Abruptly, Angie said, "It's getting late. I've got to go to school."

All the way to school, Angie's mind was in a turmoil. She felt she should stop having sex with Doug. Somehow, it wasn't right; she didn't know why. If only her mother would help her, but she was hung up on the subject. If they could only sit down together and talk about sex openly and honestly. What was it all about. What it meant. How much sex could she take part in at her age. Then she should know what she should do. Instead, her mother got embarrassed and angry. Saying stupid things and then accusing her of doing something wrong. Angie sighed deeply.

What could she do? The dream scared her - it seemed so real. How she wished she could tell someone everything and they would comfort her and tell her what to do. If only she had a mother like that! Daddy was more like that. When he was home. Maybe he would help her. The thought gave her hope. She decided she'd definitely try to talk with him after dinner. Privately. She would feel better if she could get rid of this undercurrent of fear and guilt. Why should she feel guilty when she didn't feel it was wrong to do? Why did her mother keep insisting that sex was dirty and bad? Was something wrong with her mother? Or was something wrong with her, herself? Her troubled mind went over and over her problem, becoming more and more confused by it.

Doug finished eating his lunch and carefully put the waxed paper and the apple core back in the lunch bag; then he laid back on the grass and closed his eyes to nap in the sunshine.

"Hey, Fleming, I've come for sex instruction," an arrogant voice said.

Doug heard a body plop down on the grass beside him and opened his eyes to see Brad.

"What do you want to know?" Doug asked calmly.

"What do they do?"

"That question is so general it's hard to answer. What specifically do you want to know?"

"What does a male do to a female?"

"Basically, he puts his penis in her vagina,"

"And?" Brad prompted him to continue.

"The woman lays on her back and the man lays on top of her on his stomach. The male pumps his sperm into the female."

"How?" Brad asked avidly.

"They get a rock-n-roll motion going. If everything's going right, they really get turned on," Doug added enthusiastically.

Doug's enthusiasm raised Brad's suspicions. "How do you know all this?" he asked.

"Oh, reading books - talking around," Doug said vaguely.

"Really?" Brad asked, unconvinced. The sex education classes didn't have all that stuff in them."

"Take my word for it." Doug assured him.

"What kind of books were you reading?"

"Oh - medical books - marriage manuals."

"Where'd you get them?"

"The university library."

Brad studied his face closely. Yes, he could have got those kind of books at the university library. But why would he say, 'If everything's going right, they really get turned on?' Who's he been with lately, he asked himself. He searched his memory. Let's see. Hadn't he seen him with Angie Marlowe?

Doug stared back at Brad, smiling enigmatically.

"What have you been up to?" Brad said suspiciously.

"Me?" Doug veiled his eyes with an innocent look. "Nothing. Well, I must be off. I'm working on a new research project. It takes up a lot of my time."

Doug got up and started to walk away.

"Not so fast. Wait for me." Brad fell into step beside him. "Come on now. Quit holding out on me."

"Well, if you must know," Doug said with a patient sigh, "my dad told me."

"Your dad?" Brad howled. "Don't give me that shit."

"Well, don't believe me then," Doug said indifferently.

"I don't," Brad assured him. "Parents don't have the guts to tell their kids the truth about sex."

"Have it your way," Doug said mildly.

"But I'd still like to know what you've been doing."

Doug smiled easily. "A special research project."

"On what?"

"It's a secret."

"Tell me."

"Later," Doug promised, "after it's finished."

He'd told him enough. He didn't owe him any more. Now he had to get back to his studies. Persistent types were a bore.

Doug stopped walking and faced Brad. "I'm due at the language lab. See you around." He turned and walked away.

Brad jumped on him from behind. They rolled on the ground, wrestling. Brad was heavier and had the advantage. He soon got Doug pinned down and sat on his back and twisted one of his arms behind his back.

A crowd of students gathered around him. The boys, excited, shouted encouragement; the girls, attracted yet repulsed, called for Brad to stop.

Brad shifted his weight to add more pressure on Doug's arm. He panted, "Tell me."

Doug moved his body to adjust to the added pressure on his arm. When he spoke, his voice was weak. "None-of your business."

Brad added more pressure on Doug's arm. "I'll break your arm."

The pain was excruciating. Doug began panting. "Sadist," he managed to get out.

In the distance, Doug heard a girl's voice screaming insistently, "Let him go. Let him go!" Doug concentrated on not feeling the pain.

Angie had only been walking by and hadn't intended to stop. Mary Jane saw her and called, "Its Doug and Brad, Angie. They're fighting."

Doug? He was not a fighter. Angie pushed through the crowd to see. When she saw Doug's contorted face, she forgot herself. Brad can't hurt him. He can't. He can't. Frantically, she ran over to Brad and pummeled his back.

"Stop, stop!" she screamed.

Brad didn't seem to feel her blows or to hear her. She tugged at one of his arms ineffectually. It was hopeless. Doug would be hurt. She stood up and screamed, "Somebody help."

One of the boys shouted back at her, "Stay out of it. Girls can't fight!"

Angie stamped her foot. "He'll hurt him. Can't you see?" She began crying uncontrollably. She pummeled Brad's back again with her fists.

She screamed. "Let him go! Let him go!"

Brad ignored her.

She pounded on his head with her fists. Ugly old ears, she thought. They gave her an idea. She leaned over and bit one, as hard as she could.

Brad screamed and clapped a hand up to his ear. "Bitch!" he bellowed and began hitting her.

Doug scrambled to his feet and started punching Brad again. The students cheered him on The two began wrestling again.

Finally, a teacher rushed over and separated them. "Come with me. Angie, too. To the principal's office." He shouted gruffly and led them away.

In the anteroom to the principal's office, Doug, Brad, and Angie avoided looking at each other. They straightened their clothes and smoothed their hair. Each stole glances at the door to the principal's office. They each dreaded the moment when the principal, Mr. Bailey, would step out.

Brad sat hunched over in his chair, drumming his feet on the floor. Doug sat straight up in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, staring across the room at nothing. Angie sat relaxed in her chair. She fussed endlessly in her purse.

Finally, Brad broke the silence. "What's with you two anyway?"

Angie glanced at him scornfully. "Nothing."

Doug sat unmoving and silent.

Brad looked at Doug, then back at Angie. "You're lying," he stated flatly.

"A lot you know," Angie said.

Doug gave her a warning glance to shut up but she ignored him.

"A girl doesn't try to save a boy in front of the whole school unless there's something between them," Brad stated confidently.

"It makes me furious when people are cruel to each other," Angie said haughtily. "Why were you two fighting anyway?"

Brad met her gaze. "Because I wanted to find out where he got all his information about sex."

Angie's insides recoiled in alarm. She blinked her eyes to hide her feelings. She looked at Doug. He didn't look at her. Suddenly, she knew why they had fought and she knew Doug hadn't talked. She felt warm to him and wanted to help him. "He told me his father told him about it."

Brad snorted disbelievingly. "That's what he told me, too."

"Don't you believe him?" Angie asked. "His father is a scientist. Scientists have different attitudes about things than other people."

"How stupid do you think I am?" Brad asked indignantly. "He's just a father like any other." He turned to Doug. "Don't worry, I'll get it out of you. Sooner or later."

Doug finally spoke. "We ought to be thinking up an excuse to tell Mr. Bailey so we don't have to stay after school."

"What'll you be late for?" Brad sneered.

Doug gave him a disgusted look.

The door to the principal's office opened and Mr. Bailey came out, blinking at them from behind his telescopic-lensed glasses. He rubbed his hands together in a repulsive ingratiating way and grinned at them maniacally.

"Well, now," he said jovially, "why were we kiddies creating a disturbance in the quadrangle?" He looked at each of them in turn.

Doug's face took on a patient expression, Angie looked wary and Brad put on an innocent injured look.

Right away Mr. Bailey could see that he wouldn't get any cooperation from the Fleming boy or the Marlowe girl. Thank God there were pliant people like the Harker lad. He beamed professionally in Brad's direction.

"What have we to say for ourselves, lad?"

Brad cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I was just standing there minding my own business..." he stopped to try to think up a believable lie.

Doug spoke up. "Somebody hit him accidentally and he thought I did it. That's all there was to it."

Mr. Bailey turned his attention from Doug to Brad. "What do you say, young man? Is that correct?" He hung on Brad's words.

Brad rapidly reviewed what he should do. Damn! He should have thought up a story to get Doug in trouble. Serve him right. But, with old Bailey breathing down his neck, he didn't have time to think up a good story.

"Yes, that's what happened," he said unconvincingly.

"You're sure now?" Mr. Bailey pressed.

Brad looked from Doug's expressionless face to Mr. Bailey's kindly countenance. He nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

Mr. Bailey turned to Angie. "And how did you get mixed up in the fight, my dear?"

"It looked like Brad was going to break Doug's arm," Angie said indignantly.

"Oh?" Mr. Bailey's tone implied that he was offended to find trouble existing in the troublesome situation.

"No, I wasn't," Brad protested angrily.

"It looked like it to me," Angie insisted.

Mr. Bailey raised his hands to signify for them to stop talking. He looked like he was making a benediction. He smiled oilingly at Angie.

"Very commendable, I'm sure."

His glance veered playfully at the boys. "We know how easily young ladies get upset about fisticuffs. Things look ten times worse to them than they really are." His demeanor said, we men share and understand something women will never share or understand.

Angie read his meaning clearly. She snorted loudly in contempt.

Doug gave her a warning look to be quiet. Brad laughed, enjoying her discomfort.

Mr. Bailey rubbed his hands together playfully. "I'm glad there's no trouble after all."

Brad jumped to his feet. "Can we go now?"

"Yes," Mr. Bailey beamed. "Don't forget to report to the office after school."

"If there was no trouble," Doug objected, "why do we have to stay after school?"

"Misunderstanding or not," Mr. Bailey said sanctimoniously, "there was a Physical Disturbance and for that you have to stay after school."

Brad escaped out of the room first with a secret smile on his lips. Doug followed with a cross expression on his face.

"Any way you look at it," Angie said loudly on the way out, "it's a rotten deal." She gave him a sharp look as she closed the door behind her.

That evening, after dinner, Angie waited a discreet length of time before she followed her father into his den. He was sitting in his brown leather chair, puffing on his pipe and paging through a medical journal.

Angie stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Daddy, are you busy?"

He turned to peer at her, then took his pipe out of his mouth and held his arms out to her. "Not too busy for you, pumpkin."

Angie walked quickly over and curled up on his lap. She relaxed, enjoying the sensations she felt. Men had such strong, firm muscles. And they smelled different from women. She didn't know the words to describe the odors. She just knew she loved men - every part of them.

Her father set his pipe and magazine on an end table. He caressed her silky hair and delighted in the feel of her rounded body and soft muscles.

"Remember when you were little," her father said. "You used to come running into the room and jump up on my lap and I'd read you stories. Do you remember?"

Angie nodded. "I remember. You'd read and read and I'd fall asleep. Then mother would come to take me off to bed and I'd wake up and cry because I didn't want to go."

"Those were the good old days."

"I used to be so warm and comfortable on your lap." She circled her arms about his neck and pushed her head onto his shoulder to one side of his chin.

They sat still, enjoying each other's presence. Her father said, "Soon you'll be sitting on some young man's lap, just like this." His tone expressed both joy and sadness.

Angie was quick to make use of the opening. "I'm glad you noticed I'm growing up. When can I find out about sex? Everybody else at school gets to go to sex education classes and mom won't let me go to them and she won't tell me about sex either." She ended with an abused tone.

Her father looked at her with mild amusement.

Angie defended herself. "I'm fourteen now. Old enough to know, don't you think?" She stared at him aggressively.

A gleam came into his eyes. He laughed. "Fourteen is quite old enough. What do you want to know?"

Angie sat up, excited. She waved her hands out wide. "Everything. How it's done. What it means..." She looked piercingly at her father. "Especially what it means. And anything else you think I should know." She looked at him, waiting expectantly.

He laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her with one arm. "Well, let's see. Where to begin? Let's start with something easy. Like sex is the method of reproduction - to ensure the continuity of the race. But it's more than that. It's a physical need. A way that a man and a woman can express their feelings toward one another. Each one accepts the other and by so doing they reassure each other." He stopped and shook his head. "Am I making any sense to you?"

"Oh, yes, daddy. You do!"

"You're sure now?"

"Yes, yes. Go on. Then sex is not bad?" Angie asked.

"What are you telling that child?" a harsh, furious voice interrupted. Her mother stood in the doorway with an angry face.

"She was asking me some questions about sex," her father said in a neutral tone.

Her mother raised her voice louder. "I told her I'd tell her at the proper time."

"Louise," her father objected. "She's old enough to know now. She should know. Times have changed since you were a girl."

"I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a slut," Louise retorted angrily.

"Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some knowledge so she can make good judgments about it."

Louise's face contorted in anguish. "Judgments like yours, Stuart?"

Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. "For God's sake, Louise. Leave our mess out of this!"

"How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?"

Stuart's voice became low and passionate. "Give me a divorce. More for Your own sake than my own."

"Never," she shouted, never! I won't be pushed aside, unwanted, unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-pants nurses of yours."

"Then live with me, as a wife."

"You keep your dirty hands off me," she screeched. "And Angie, too. Come here, Angie," she ordered. "Don't let him touch you."

Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. "No, no! I love daddy."

Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Stuart, send that child out of this room. If you don't, you'll be sorry. I'll make so much trouble for you, you'll never practice medicine again."

"Louise," Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it was useless to protest. He took Angie's hands from behind his neck and stood her on the floor. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he told her, "Go to your room now, Angie, darling. We'll talk another time."

As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. "Not another time! You won't talk together another time. If I catch you at it, you'll both be sorry!"

Her father raised his voice louder. "Louise. For God's sake, not in front of the child."

"That's what you always say," Louise ranted. "'Not in front of the child.' What do you care? What have you done to care for her? I had to carry her until she was born. I had to go through the pain and travail. I had to take care of her, day in and day out, all these years. While you've been chasing nurses."

Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry voices. Her fears didn't dispel until she was safely in her room with the door closed. Emotions were zigzagging through her body. Her mind reeled around and around. She wanted to scream, to howl, to die. Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems that they didn't have time to be concerned with her. She felt lost, alone. The she remembered Doug. He liked her, cared about her. Some, at least. He hadn't told Brad about them. He had endured all that pain for here longed to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept him with her naked body; she would reassure him, and she giggled at the thought of the word, with her little pussy, whether her mother liked it or not.

This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie threw her arms around him and kissed him. Doug was a little surprised, but the demonstration stirred the protective urge within him and he responded. They hung onto each other as they walked to her room. They both felt better when they stepped inside and closed the door.

Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Doug's hands stole down inside her robe and a finger gently teased the tip of a nipple.

Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She caught her breath and a deeper, warmer desire began to burn between her legs. She thought, here goes, mom, too bad you've never taken this trip! She reached down and brazenly unzipped Doug's pants and felt around inside for his penis. Her fingers felt his wiry pubic hairs; they explored downward and touched soft and wrinkled skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her hand and gently slipped it through her fingers. She felt it grow hard in her hand. Her heart tripped a beat. Triumphantly, she massaged the shaft up and down faster and faster. She tickled the tip with butterfly touches.

Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore open her robe and dropping his head, sucked noisily on her breast. He could feel the nipple erect in his mouth. His lips trailed down her soft pliant belly and into her soft curly nest of pubic hairs. He gently parted her cunt lips with his thumbs and lightly tongued the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy tip swelled and hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.

Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her vagina upward and flexing her asscheeks. Her eyes were closed and she dug her nails in to his shoulders.

Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their clothes off and Doug carried her over to the bed and threw himself on her. They teased each other with lips and fingers. They rocked their bodies together with mounting excitement. Their twined arms and legs held tighter and tighter.

Angie arched her body against Doug's body; she pressed her pubic mound against his penis in an undulation motion - slide up, push, slide up, push - trying to entice his penis to enter her vagina. His cock pushed more frantically against her and while Doug readjusted his body weight, Angie spread her legs further apart and pulled her legs back. She arched her whole pelvis area against him, flexing her asscheeks to push strongly up against him. Doug raised his asscheeks away from her body for a moment and grasped his erect penis. He groaned and pressed his hips forward and slowly, with the tip of the round, hardened head parted the soft, tickling pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently pulsating cunt. The lubricated vaginal walls pressing on all sides of his shaft gave him a pleasure jolt. Angie felt it too. She clenched her asscheeks together, as if to lock the hungry, throbbing penis within her. Doug pulled his cock up and almost out and then pressed harder in her. Their excitement grew with each in and out thrust. Their bodies fought each other, moving faster and more frantically against each other. His hardened rod of boy-flesh pounded deeper and deeper into her; her engorged vaginal walls pressed closer against the plunging shaft of his excited cock, lengthening the tunnel to swallow more and more of it deeper and deeper inside her smooth quivering belly. She pushed her body harder and harder against his to keep the foraging cock as far within her as humanly possible.

Their writhing young naked bodies meshed, moving in and out and up and down, and quickened. Hearts pounding, minds spinning, breathing light and fast, their bodies knew only burning pleasure. Their pleasure heightened and grew and grew until it became unbearable and their bodies locked in a desperate embrace and stilled. The locked bodies turned off and their minds turned on. Raw emotions swirled and danced in their minds and emanated through their grinding, interlocked genitals. And then it burst... burst for both of them at the same time.

They lay quietly for several minutes.

"I wish you'd smash into me so hard that we'd never separate," Angie said longingly.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you," Doug said solicitously.

"I want you to," Angie said fiercely. "It feels good. Love makes me strong. It can't hurt me."

"Do you feel my semen squirt into you?" Doug asked shyly.

"Yes."

"That's when it feels most pleasurable to me. So intense it hurts."

"I can't tell what happens inside me when I feel the most pleasure. But I think it feels the greatest when we reach our orgasms together," Angie said warmly.

"I think it does too," Doug agreed. "Am I getting too heavy for you?"

Angie hugged him harder against her. "No, I like your penis in me. I wish it could stay in me forever."

Their eyes met shyly and they were both surprised to see the other's face bathed in an indistinct glow. Angie had never thought Doug was that good looking before and Doug had never thought Angie was so beautiful.

"You know what?" Doug said wonderingly. "I think I love you."

Angie's eyes shone with pleasure. She hugged him tightly and reached up and kissed him virginally on his lips. "I love you, too."

"It's odd," Doug said seriously. "I hadn't planned on it happening. Did you?"

"Well," Angie said blushing a little, "I thought it might happen and I decided I wouldn't mind falling in love with you."

"Wow?" Doug said. He rolled from between her still spread legs onto his side and held his head in both hands and closed his eyes. Girls certainly were mysterious. How could Angie guess what the outcome might be? Guess that's what older men meant when they said they were trapped by a girl. Well, it was certainly a nice way to be trapped. He felt a surge of protectiveness for her. He must assume his responsibilities and take care of her.

"Are you all right? Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Huh?" Angie asked, caught unawares; then she caught on. "I'm fine, I don't need anything. Do you?"

"Just to rest beside you for a while," he said.

They cuddled together and rested for about a half hour.

Angie stirred. "Did you want to try something new?"

"I'd thought of trying 69, but we don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I want to if you want to. What is it?"

"It's oral stimulation. We arouse each other by stimulating the sex organs with our mouths."

"Let's try it," Angie said.

"You really want to?" Doug asked dubiously.

"Yes, I do." Angie kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Tell me how it's done."

"Well?" Doug sat up energetically, all enthused. "We have to lay with our heads in opposite directions, our bodies curved. See? Like this."

He laid down on his side facing her with his head opposite her feet.

"Now you take my penis in your hands and put it in your mouth. While you rub the shaft with your hand and caress the end with your lips and tongue, I'll lick your clitoris and put my tongue in your vagina."

Angie felt a sudden fear brought on by Doug's explanation. What would her mother say? Intercourse was bad enough - perversion was infinitely worse. Now that she thought about it, she had read about it in the marriage manuals. She hadn't been looking forward to trying the act.

Doug saw her reluctant expression and guessed what she was thinking. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Angie looked at him. He had that funny gleam in his eyes he always got when he was really interested in something. A feeling of love engulfed her. "No, no. I want to."

She moved over closer to his legs and gingerly enfolded his limp penis in her hand. It was red and wrinkled and the forest of pubic hairs it sprouted from looked obscene. She fought against her feeling of revulsion. It was so limp it felt awful. She wanted to drop it and run away and hide.

"Go ahead," Doug encouraged. "Just lick the end with your tongue to begin with."

She leaned over closer to the penis and the odor of his genitals grew stronger. Angie started to choke. "You don't want to," Doug said in a disappointed voice.

"I will - I will. Give me time," she said hurriedly.

She stuck out her tongue and touched the shiny red end of his penis lightly. It felt warm and slippery. She twirled her tongue around the round end. She could feel Doug licking her clitoris with his tongue. Electrical shocks surged through her body. Her vaginal area began to burn. Angie began to caress the shaft with her hand while she licked the end. She felt triumphant when the penis hardened in her hand. She pushed the penis farther back into her mouth and began sucking it. The penis grew in her mouth, filling it. She rubbed the shaft with her hands faster and faster, a sudden sense of power engulfing her.

Now she could feel Doug sticking his tongue in and out of her vagina. Her body began to burn and it started to undulate. Her pulse quickened. She began circling the penis around in her mouth, sucking it, pushing it in and out with loud sucking sounds. Saliva oozed out of the corner of her mouth.

The end of the penis swelled and filled her mouth. Her tongue could feel the slippery shaft harden even more. She sucked and massaged it faster and faster. The distended red banana jumped into a life of its own. It began contracting back and forth, pushing against her throat. She began choking and grew frantic. She tried to twirl it out but it pushed faster and harder against her throat. Faster and harder, choking her and pushing all her breath out of her.

Suddenly, Doug cried out. He seized her head cruelly to stop her movements. Semen spouted into her mouth, sprayed her throat and dribbled down her chin. She choked and another spurt came. She started swallowing and spitting for dear life. Doug let out agonized cries with each spurt; they frightened her. Another and another came. She sputtered and swallowed them in painful gulps to keep from choking.

Finally Doug let go of her head. He lay panting heavily, and then he collapsed utterly weak.

Angie spit out the rest of the semen and wiped her spattered face on a blanket. She laid back exhausted, too tired to think or feel. She regained her strength first. "Are you all right, Doug?"

"Yeah," he said weakly.

"You cried out so. It scared me."

Doug shook his head in amazement. "The sensation is stronger than regular intercourse. The pleasure turns into unbearable pain," he explained in an almost clinical tone.

"I liked the ordinary way better."

Doug patted her head condescendingly. "So do I."

She turned around and slid into his arms and they lay quietly and dozed.

"We've still got a lot of other things to try," Doug said. "But I can wait until next Friday."

Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle. Too soon the bell would ring and they'd have to go to classes. But for now they could lay close together, enjoying the nearness of their bodies.

"You know what time I hate the most?" Angie asked.

"What?"

"Friday night."

"Wha-at?"

Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it on his crotch. "Because I know it'll be a whole seven days before we can make love again.

"Don't do that here," Doug said alarmed. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.

"We shouldn't be ashamed of being in love," Angie protested.

"Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people are. They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't think we ought to know anything about it. Or to feel any desire."

"We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie said playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us make love?" She started laughing loudly at the thought.

"Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned.

"No one's even near us."

"Brad's coming over this way."

Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight again. Don't fight with him. For any reason."

"Take it easy. No sense in looking for trouble."

"Hi, there, you two," Brad called as he approached them. "Been having a lot of sex lately?"

"Is that al you ever think of?" Doug asked.

"Got a better topic?" Brad asked.

"I would think an operator like you would have," Angie put in.

"With you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything else," Brad said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside her.

Angie laughed scornfully. "What a line!"

"Mamzelle, you wound me!" Brad exclaimed, melodramatically. He clapped a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass, and pretended to be dead.

Angie laughed in spite of herself.

Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by Brad.

"O, Angie," Mary Jane exclaimed. "Are you coming to the dance tonight?"

"No, I'm busy Friday nights," Angie said casually.

"Oh, you should come," Mary Jane squealed. "We had so much fun last time. Didn't we, girls?"

The girls chorused the affirmative.

A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the resumption of classes.

Doug got up. "Well, I must be off."

"Bye now," Angie smiled secretively to him.

Brad sat up. He took in Angie's smile and looked appraisingly at Doug as he walked away.

"Brad, are you coming to the dance tonight?" Mary Jane gushed.

"Not if I can find something better to do." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Angie.

"She looked at him wide-eyed.

"You've been looking good lately," Brad said to Angie. He turned to the other girls. "Don't you think so?"

"She sure has," Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at Angie.

To her chagrin, Angie blushed.

"You do," Brad insisted. "Maybe it's because you have a boyfriend now."

Angie's chin went up haughtily. "He's just a friend."

"Friend or not, it's made a change in you," Brad said.

"How?" Angie asked.

"Ohh," Brad searched for words. "You're happier - more approachable."

"Oh, I'm not," Angie protested.

"I'd like to get to know you better," Brad said confidently. "When can I come over? Tonight?"

"No," Angie objected. "Tonight is Friday."

"So?" Brad smiled enigmatically. "What's so sacred about Friday?"

"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already have plans for tonight."

"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.

"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said mockingly.

"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless bachelor," Brad mocked back at her.

Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, obviously impressed by Brad's pursuit of her.

Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. "What would we do if you did come over?" she asked tentatively.

"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face expressionless. He added, "We could play records."

"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie said carelessly, with a guarded glance at the girls. She was rewarded with envious expressions on their faces.

"What time?"

"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No, better make it 8."

Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."

That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and went to her bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about what she had done. What if Brad found out about what she and Doug were doing? He'd probably tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her mother would die from the shock. It was dangerous to let him come. Maybe she should call him and tell him not to come? The envious faces of Mary Jane and her girlfriends came into her memory. Their avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal tongue-of-war with Brad pleased her all over again. They had walked with her to her classroom afterwards, chatting with her like old friends. Her dreams of friendship were coming true.

Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would be a joke on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while and then they'd send him home early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She could have the best of everything.

Finally, she heard her name being called.

"Angelica."

It was her mother calling! What did she want?

"Angelica!"

"Yes, Mother."

"Open you r door."

Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a crack.

"Yes?" Angie asked.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" he mother asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? she asked herself. The occasions her mother visited her room were in frequent. Angie stood, waiting.

Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the room, seemingly unable to settle down. The silence grew strained. Embarrassing. Angie determined not t o break it. Let her. She invaded my room. I didn't ask her to come.

"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her throat loudly. "I've - I've been thinking. About what you asked me. And - and I think it's time you did know-some things," she ended lamely. She stopped, confused, and look at the floor.

Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed she should feel sorry for her but all she could feel was indifference and, yes, pity. If she could only see what a pitiful spectacle she was making of herself!

Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look in her probing eyes, and looked out the window.

"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly. "Especially to a younger girl. Only married women really need to know."

Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked away quickly again.

"But, girls should be aware - they should watch out for compromising situations. Like, you should never stay alone in a room with any boy-or man. And don't let them touch you. Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their nature. A girl has to protect herself."

"From what?" Angie asked innocently.

The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her face turned red, her mouth opened involuntarily and hung open, bereft of words. Obviously, her mind was confused and shame filled her body.

"What happens, mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.

Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They touch you. It doesn't feel good. And you'll probably get pregnant right away." She frowned, searching for words. "It's better to put all thought of sex out of your mind now." She straightened up. "And now you've been warned."

"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.

"About getting pregnant."

"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to know how it happens."

Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. "You don't have to worry about it until you're married." She added with a playful smile, "And that's several years in the future."

"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.

"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.

"Then where did I come from?"

"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.

"You don't love daddy."

Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. She sat in agony for a few moments, trying to control herself. Finally, she said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might have had a sister or a brother."

Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.

"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.

"You're just as bad as your father - always getting off the subject." Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.

It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her bed. She can't tell a straight story anyway.

But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering her. Something must be wrong with me because I enjoy sex. There must be some good reason why mom is uptight about it. I must be a pervert of some kind. A nymphomaniac!

She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would go, subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in noise.

She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up tonight. Brad's coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. We'll get rid of Brad some way. Then we can have it out. I can't go on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop. It must be wrong to enjoy sex. Why, I don't know. It seems so natural, once you get the hang of it. I wish I had a mother who could help me. Tears filled her eyes, her vision became blurry. She had difficulty seeing the dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks and dropped on the floor.

When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. She'd had second thoughts about surprising Doug and bad decided to tell him Brad was coming.

"Oh, Doug..." she said as she opened the door.

Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that it's me," he said with a confident smirk on his young face.

"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.

Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated distress. "Did you? You told me two times - seven-thirty and eight. And I kept thinking ,not eight, seven-thirty.' I must have turned them around."

"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.

"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.

"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.

"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a dangerous tone in his voice.

Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she knew she wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided it would be smarter to play along with him.

"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get a bottle of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.

Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built into the wall and the shelves filled with records.

"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be right back."

She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast nook and dialed Doug's phone number.

"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.

Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in the doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.

"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."

Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her at the dinner party they're at. But no one answers."

She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the kitchen. "I put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do you like port?"

"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following her.

With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back down to the rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.

"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?" she asked.

"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-the-world type.

"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.

Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.

Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie boy steps in the door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low so he could hear the doorbell.

Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I can't hear it," she told him innocently.

Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other sincerely.

Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to measure each other with their eyes. Panic began to gain possession of Angie. Doug should get here any minute, she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs when he comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.

"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be so mad. Wait here. I'll run up and get them."

She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance. She went into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and take some coasters out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell rang. Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the door.

In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you."

Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her and kissed her soundly.

Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by bending her body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the crotch band of her panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away. In vain.

"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.

Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.

"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing like learning from experience, is there?"

"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.

"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.

"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his tone.

Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I - I - ," she faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.

"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and keep all the experiences for yourself?"

Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She just stood looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. She's not even sorry for what she's done, he thought, enraged.

"Let's show him what we can do. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a protest, he picked her up and ran with her down the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug tore her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on the bed. He began manipulating her naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She tried to keep her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she choked and fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around and in and out. And... in spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she could feel her body begin to get hot when he played with her breast, lightly touching the nipple.

No, no, she thought. I don't want to. Not like this! But he moved his hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the smooth inner softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it erected. Her excited body ignored her mind. It began writhing in answer to his touches. Her asscheeks began flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed her pelvis up against Doug's pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly into her open vagina.

All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug sink his hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He watched it pump up and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies banged into each other; their faces began to look tortured. He had never imagined anything like this! Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to fuck this wild young chick when his time came.

Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back and began to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up against Doug's pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then Doug's body locked on hers. While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and emptied great gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal passage.

Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the bed.

"I want to try it," Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless girl's ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her vagina to see where he should ram his cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he didn't think a girl that small could have such a big hole! He dropped down between her open thighs and his large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. He began rocking back and forth like he'd seen Doug doing. His penis got more and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and faster in her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the way through her until it reached up and came out of her mouth.

Angie hadn't had time to think between the time Doug had rolled off of her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt full again with a penis. Passion had dulled her senses. She couldn't fight back. Naked desire ran through her body again. She began pushing up and down against Brad. She could feel his penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the wet, slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood and formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of his penis. She strained her vaginal muscles hard against Brad's impaling cock, enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let it out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To swallow it. To squeeze all the pleasure and life-giving sperm completely out of it.

Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged prick banged harder and faster into her; banging into her cervix. His excitement became delirious. He could feel the semen coming; it spurted out. Each spurt sent an exquisite pleasure-pain through him. His mind became maelstrom, and then he collapsed, exhausted, over Angie.

After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. Man! He'd never been turned on like that before. Kee-rystos. He wanted another ride on that spinning wheel.

Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting cross-legged on the floor. His penis arched upward, strong and hard.

"Keep her warm," Brad said. "Man, I wanna fuck that little pussy 'til she can't walk!"

But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldn't wait for that feeling to pass and he wanted another joy ride between those long hot legs.

Doug didn't say anything. When he'd recovered from his orgasm, he'd found himself watching Brad working over Angie, his slim muscular asscheeks pumping hard between her widespread thighs. The sight had sickened and repelled him. He'd tried to turn away, not to look, but he'd found he wasn't strong enough. The sight of the tortured faces, the sweating, straining bodies, the hardened flesh of Brad's cock sinking into the soft, hair-lined mouth of her cunt, fascinated him. He'd felt his own excitement return again; his penis erected. When Brad told him to keep Angie warm he thought, why not? What's done is done. No sense going home burning.

Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see Angie's whole naked crotch and thighs glistening with male sperm and sexual fluids. Her vulvar lips were grossly swollen; the inner lips were bright red. Her vagina was engorged; the hole open and dark. What strange forbidden pleasures lurked there!

He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could feel the vaginal walls close around it like warm, melted butter. His penis felt hotter. As his passion mounted, his mind turned off, killing his conscience. His mind told him he shouldn't do this but his body wouldn't stop. His penis felt too excited to stop. He began slooping his hardened, slightly curved shaft in and out of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning all the while. His passion mounted and he fucked her harder and he felt her body respond. They rocked together wildly, pushing against each other harder and harder, straining muscles, fighting for breath.

Angie's body burned with unreleased tension. The boys had reached their orgasms but they hadn't waited for her to reach hers. Maybe she would this time. She pulled back her legs and pushed her naked pubic mound hard up against Doug. His cock sunk all the way into her cunt, pinioning her cervix. The semen began to burn within his shaft and then without warning, exploded! Like volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed from his penis, erupting in the hungrily milking walls of her vagina. His mind tripped out. He tried to hold the pleasure-pain - to make it last - but too soon it burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He collapsed, panting.

"Get off. I'm ready," Brad ordered.

Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel smile playing on his lips. His distended penis engorged with blood, pointing in the air.

Weakly, Doug rolled off Angie's body. "Can't you let her rest a moment? She looks tired."

"I'll be easy on her," Brad said.

He enjoyed looking at Angie's inert naked body spread out obscenely on the bed. Her head was thrown back, her arms and legs spread-eagled. Her fists were clenched. Her vulvar lips and vagina abnormally swollen; her vagina flowered open and oozing white, trickling semen. He shoved Doug aside and threw himself between her legs. His monstrous penis squeezed into the waiting pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite jolt of pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of her. His excitement mounted and he strained and fucked into her brutally.

By this time Angie's mind had long ago turned off. She could no longer think, only feel. And her body felt only one thing - a burning sexual excitement that was never satisfied. The burning had lost all of its pain; it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar area burned and burned and burned, but she couldn't reach an orgasm.

For a moment her body felt light and free and her vagina unpressured. Then she felt a leaden penis worm its way inside again and tease up and down against her throbbing vaginal walls. Her vagina felt too full. The huge penis pulled the soft fleshy walls in and out with it. Each push and pull was beautiful. The movements began to go faster and faster, turning each little individual moan into one long scream. She cried out helplessly for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but she was aware that the ejaculate was spraying her vagina and she was sorry that the penis would shrivel and become soft and disappear.

Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and heavy on hers too soon. He rolled off.

"Your turn," Brad said to Doug.

"Let's stop now. She really looks out of it." Doug objected.

"I don't care whether you want to or not," Brad said savagely. "Just keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her again."

Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her face had a dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs pulled back, her pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-lined cuntal lips, her red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for the next hardened cock.

Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of what Brad would do to Angie if he didn't fuck her now.

Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis into the waiting vagina. It's slipping warm walls pressed tightly against his cock, as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated his penis to a full erection. A breath caught in his throat when his penis started burning. Automatically, his whole body started working over her, pushing in and out. He could feel his penis pull the walls out and push them back in. He pressed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the trigger that would shoot the semen into her.

Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his hands. Angie's tortured face stirred his desire but Doug's exertions, the flexing muscles in his asscheeks, his penis pulling in and out of sight, his loud gasping pants, his contorted face, fed his sexual excitement even more. Gently he tickled the head of his penis as he watched Doug's body writhe grotesquely over Angie's body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his hands. He cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding it faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in his hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait for Doug to stop.

Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body pushes shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the vagina less and less. He could see Doug's body make the last anguished push into her and his whole body stiffened and held. Doug had her pinned down to the mattress like a butterfly and Brad could imagine the feel of his semen squirting into her - each spurt a delicious agony.

He stood up ready to go. When Doug's body collapsed, he pushed it off of Angie's body. A triumphant feeling rose in him as he surveyed her exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her arched pelvis, glistening of semen and sexual lubrication, excited him. He ran his fingers lightly up her inner thighs and wormed a finger deep up in her vagina.

Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to accommodate the entering penis.

"Good girl," he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body and rammed his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller than the last time, but the tighter pressure of the walls on his penis stimulated him more. Each push of his cock was doubly exciting because of the pressure. He pushed into her as hard as he could. He couldn't wait for involuntary rhythm to start. He pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all the way out only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.

Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a rock, pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and scraping her with each pull.

Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her as hard as he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His asscheeks flexed and forcibly pressed his penis straighter and deeper into her vagina. The loud wet sucking sounds emitted when he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He pressed faster and deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of his penis hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad ground his body down harder and harder between Angie's widespread legs.

Now Angie was groaning continually.

At last his climax came - he could feel the ejaculate coming. His body contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite sensations as the ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in the sensation; it encompassed his whole body, and then it melted away.

Brad rolled off Angie's body and flopped limply on the bed beside her. After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to see Doug dressed, sitting on a chair, observing him.

"Giving up?" Brad taunted.

"Yes," Doug said firmly. "and you are, too."

Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert beside him, her body still spread-eagled open, ready for intercourse. "Well, she's not much good now anyway. Didn't help at all the last time," he complained.

"Get up and get dressed," Doug said. "We'll go."

While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He straightened her exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the blankets. He got a washcloth and a glass of water from the bathroom. Gently, he wiped her face and held her head up to force a little water into her mouth.

"Are you ready, nurse?" Brad asked impatiently.

Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and glass back. "Coming," he said.

Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed. "Get plenty of rest, baby," he said with a snicker. "I'll be back with more ammunition. We'll have a fucking good time."

Doug couldn't put the degrading sight of Angie out of his mind. He tried and tried but the sight of her lying on the bed, head thrown back, legs parted and pulled back unnaturally, and pelvis pushed up with the bright red swollen lips hooded over her gaping vagina haunted his mind in psychedelic colors. No matter what he did - read his lessons, measured chemical ingredients for an experiment, or repaired the lawn mower - that obscene vision of her would come back and fill his mind, cutting off his logical thoughts. What bothered him even more was that when he thought of her that way his penis swelled and burned. He would find himself remembering the exquisite sensation of her hot pussy caressing his engorged penis. He felt confused. Not in his wildest imagination had he ever imagined that their harmless experiment would end that way. Unable to work, he wandered around his home, pale, shaken, forlorn.

His mother noticed his condition right away. "Due you feel ill, dear?" she asked anxiously.

"No," Doug said crossly.

"Then something's troubling you."

"No!" Doug said violently.

His mother felt hurt. They had always been close in the past, sharing thoughts and secrets. She knew something was bothering him. Why wouldn't he tell her?

She tried another tact. "Don't you have anything to do? You're pacing up and down like a wild beast."

"No," Doug said gloomily.

"What happened to the research project you were working on?" she asked, too casually.

Doug didn't notice her tone. "I gave it up," he said listlessly.

Immediately his mother's sixth sense buzzed her alarm. Things must be even worse than she'd imagined. "Gave it up?" she asked worriedly. "That's not like you."

Only then did Doug notice her reaction and realize how he'd revealed himself to her. "Oh," he said hurriedly, "it was just a small project. Of no real consequence."

His mother studied his face slowly. If the project was of no consequence, then what was? She decided to talk the situation over with B.C. at the first opportunity.

Doug turned on the TV and pretended to watch it. His mother sat quietly, industriously working at her needlepoint and watching Doug. She was thankful when she heard the car drive into the garage. Soon her husband stepped into the rumpus room.

"Home early, B.C.? How was the lecture?"

Mr. Fleming bent over and lightly kissed her cheek. "Just what you'd expect of old Buckner. All theory and no fact."

"If he'd change at his time of life, he'd be a god, not a scientist."

"He's already a god by definition," Mr. Fleming said jocularly. "Only a god performs miracles and he performed one tonight. He seemed to have most of the audience believing him, especially the graduate students."

Husband and wife laughed together.

"You must be tired, dear," Mrs. Fleming said. "Would you like some tea?"

Mr. Fleming heaved a deep sigh and relaxed in his chair. "You're reading my mind."

"Would you like some, Doug?" his mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom."

Out of the corner of his eye, Doug watched his parents act out their little ritual. Coming-home-from-a-late-lecture was a routine they acted out at least twice a month. The moves were always the same. He analyzed their conversation and their actions. His mother sharing her husband's interests, anticipating his needs; both of them sharing "in" jokes and touching each other. That must be the stable kind of love - having respect and consideration for the other person. If you felt that way about a person, then the physical love was an added attraction.

Reviewing the past two weeks with Angie at school was painful. How comforting it was to have her lying near him in the quadrangle. The sun shining on a blowaway strand of her black hair and turning it red. The possessive and protective feeling he'd had when he held her hand in his. The sound of her laughter rang in his memory. How much he'd taken all of these things for granted! Only by losing them did he become aware of their value. Somehow it didn't seem fair. There should be some way that a person could know beforehand. So the person could recognize that he was in love so he could protect the relationship.

Doug sighed deeply. Their sex experiment must stop. That was certain. He'd tell Angie on Monday at school. But how to stop Brad from trying to continue them? Reason meant nothing to him; arguments had no interest for him. Brad didn't love Angie like he did, and after yesterday night, he probably didn't have any respect for her. That left fighting. The only thing that would make an impression on Brad's Neanderthal brain. If he could manage to beat Brad up, he'd probably leave Angie alone.

Doug sighed deeply again. Well, that's what he'd have to try to do. He'd tell Angie on Monday.

The memory of Friday night haunted Angie's mind all weekend. The cruelty and the degradation grew more awful in her mind each succeeding day. She could feel the heavy bodies lying on hers. Hear their mouths panting and gasping in her ears. Feel their hard throbbing cocks slide into her vagina; the bodies begin to pound on top of hers. Then her own blood would begin to race - her heart to pound, breath quicken. Her body would answer theirs - pound rhythmically with them. And then she'd feel the hot, scalding semen spurt into her, spraying her womb. Oh, God. Could she ever forget it? The fear of being found out preyed on her conscience until she began to feel that other people could tell just by looking at her what had happened on Friday night.

She dreaded Monday, when she'd have to go to school. She was sure she couldn't go. When Monday morning dawned, she considered feigning sickness but she knew her father would be able to tell that nothing was wrong with her. And then her mother would give her the third-degree, trying to find out what she was up to. She couldn't take that. Not now.

Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp eye out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid meeting Doug and Brad and her other friends all morning. However, at lunch time, Doug managed to catch her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.

"Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning," Doug said, thankful he had found her. He added contritely. "I'm sorry about last Friday. Really. I'd give anything if it hadn't happened. And - I wanted to tell you that I think our experiments had better stop."

Angie's face flushed red with shame. "You're damned right the experiments had better stop," she snapped. "I don't ever want to see you again."

"Why not?" Doug asked, disturbed. "It wasn't my fault it happened."

"it was too," Angie said hotly. "If you hadn't kissed me at the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed."

"Look," Doug's voice rose under the stress, "I didn't know Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You did. Why didn't you tell me you did?"

"I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me."

The two looked at each other hopelessly.

"What's done is done," Doug said. "We've got to figure out what to do now."

Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie who was still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. "That's easy for you to say. Who started the whole thing?" She asked passionately. "Who?"

"Angie! Be reasonable."

Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading treatment of her helpless, naked body. How could he talk about reason? She turned and started to run away. Doug ran after her and caught her arm.

He pleaded, "Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it up to you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it before it gets worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't tell anyone. So he'll stop."

Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When she could speak, she coated each word with venom. "You! Beat up Brad!" She started laughing crazily again.

It was Doug's turn o blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he stammered. "H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-time." Then he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated him. It was finished between them. Done. Misery rose and caught in his throat as he watched her run away.

Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her tear-filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one could bother her? She slowed to a walk and dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. The language lab didn't have a teacher there all the time. She could hide in the gym but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and try to force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner there among the bookshelves where she could hide.

When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see few people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so only the most ardent scholars were studying today. She walked past the shelves of books toward the dark corner. She didn't see Brad come in the door behind her.

Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library door. He went in after her and saw her disappearing behind a bookshelf. He guessed where she was heading. A smile brightened his face. Swiftly he followed after her. He found her just where he hoped to - in a dark alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in, blocking her exit.

"Hi! I've been looking all over for you," Brad whispered gaily.

Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. "I want to be alone."

"Baby! Don't be selfish." Brad pulled her to him. "Just a little kiss."

Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her sides and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her breasts and began kneading her soft mounds of flesh and brushing tantalizingly across the tips of her nipples.

Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, felt her body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. Good God, not here! In the library. She twisted her body around in Brad's arms until her back and the softness of her asscheeks faced him. She did it so suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid around the front of her body and greedily continued kneading her young firm breasts.

Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too strong for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn hard and erect. Brad's mouth was breathing gently in her ear, sending searing electric shocks of unwanted desire down between her legs. Brad's body pushed hers hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped under the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist lips. Frantically she tried to cross her legs to protect herself. Too late. A finger gently caressed her clitoris. Sensual waves seared through her body. She gasped and moaned softly.

"No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!"

But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis which poked against her yielding asscheeks.

Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his other hand away from her breast. "Burn, baby, burn," he crooned in her ear.

Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening penis pop out of his pants and graze down under the soft yielding crevice of her asscheeks. Her body trembled. "Oooh!" she groaned softly, in ecstasy. Her pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub against his penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in anticipation.

"That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!" Brad said hoarsely.

With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand pulled her asscheeks out from the wall so she was half-bending over. Brad pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim light the soft white moons of her asscheeks shone sensuously. He pushed down on her back until she was bending over more. The dark crease of her asscheeks widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched crevice, feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal hole, the soft ridges of her vaginal lips, the warm nest of her pubic hair.

"Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!" he said urgently.

Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a pole between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand reached back under her spread legs and firmly grasped the fleshy shaft. She rubbed her hand up and down it. It was hard and hot in her palm. She touched a finger lightly on its leaden slippery head. It slavered liquid, greedy to get in her. She could feel Brad's finger circle around her vagina lips, softly at the sparse young hair surrounding them. She moaned with pleasure. Her asscheeks flexed. Lubricant oozed from her open little pussy and dripped down her thigh. She felt his finger slide into her moistened vagina easily. Her warm, fleshy walls crushed down on it, trying to keep it in. The finger moved out. Her pelvis rotated backwards, trying to recapture it. The finger moved back in, causing a burning trail where it touched the smooth throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage.

Their bodies began to push and gyrate against each other. Minds whirling, hearts palpitating, their bodies began to heat up hotter and hotter.

Brad's eyes were glued to Angie's opalescent bottom. The muscles dented each cheek as she flexed them. The dark slit narrowed and widened as she moaned softly and moved her pelvis. Her soft moist vaginal walls convulsed on his finger. Lubrication squirted on his finger and dribbled out over his hand. Her pelvis arched back farther and faster. His genitals burned. He couldn't wait much longer. I've got to hold it, he told himself. Little bitch! Let her fight for me this time!

Soft moans escaped Angie's lips. Her body was wracked with hungry desire. Oh God, why doesn't he take me? she thought helplessly through her building passion. She pushed her asscheeks harder back against him. Her whole body burned at white heat.

"Take me, take me," she begged softly, not aware she was saying the words out loud.

But still she didn't feel the delicious rod push in her. Maddened by passion, without thinking, her left hand pulled Brad's finger out of her vagina and her right hand rammed the hardened shaft of his cock in hard. She gasped in delight when she felt her vaginal walls close around it. Mysterious cosmic impulses permeated her being. She was impaled! Her whole reason for living was happening. She worked her pelvis harder and faster to bring the driving cock deeper and deeper into her.

Brad's triumph was complete. My God, what a hot little whore dug into her, deeper and deeper. An unbelievable fire rose in his vitals. It singed through his shaft in delicious agony. His mind turned into a whirling kaleidoscope. "Mmm, mmm." He tried to swallow his cries of delight.

Their bodies ground to a halt and locked, cumming in short jerky spasms against each other. They stood still. Knowing nothing. Feeling everything with their bodies. An out-of-this-world feeling enveloped them as their orgasms jerked on. Too soon, the pleasure ebbed away, leaving them stranded in the every day world.

Brad's flaccid penis slipped out of her soft, satisfied womb. It was dripping with secretions. Her vaginal opening looked dark and cavernous and shone wetly. He watched his now small organ slip ignobly back into his pants.

Angie stood up slowly, shakily. Her muscles ached. Her stomach felt filled with the hot wetness of his sperm. She stared at the wall in front of her, afraid to face Brad.

"Don't forget your panties," he said, holding them up to her.

She turned her head and their eyes met. His eyes showed neither cruelty nor laughter.

"Thanks,' she whispered.

She looked at them. They were ripped down one side. She wiped her wet vaginal area and her thighs with them, then folded them and put them in her purse.

"You hair ribbon is falling out," Brad whispered.

Giggling, they helped each other dress and repair pair the damages. Before the left, Brad kissed her long and hard on the lips. Angie kissed him back hungrily.

"That's thanks for this time," Brad whispered. "Shall we have more on Friday?"

"Oh, yes!" Angie whispered back. "I like it now!"

Brad paid court to Angie all week. Always smiling, always gracious, always humble. They had long discussions in the quadrangle at lunch times. He carried her books between classes. He flattered her in front of the other students. Mary Jane and her crowd were green with envy at the attention she was getting.

Angie felt like a queen, what with Brad and his friends and Mary Jane and her friends all paying court to her. All thought of Doug went out of her mind. Now he seemed pitiful to her, walking around all hunched over, his eyes lonely and grieved. Brad and how this situation was going to end, she wasn't going to. Brad would never tell on her as long as he got repeat performances. And she intended to oblige him, Why not? They turned each other on like Roman candles. Why not enjoy each other?

On Friday afternoon after school, when she stepped inside the front door of her home, she heard her mother's voice. It sounded like it was coming from the direction of the kitchen. Angie tiptoed nearer to eavesdrop. She peeked and saw her mother talking into the telephone.

"You're absolutely right!" her mother said, "They say teaching sex in the classroom will lessen ignorance of sex, reduce the numbers of illegitimate pregnancies, and reduce the incidence of venereal diseases. But I don't agree. I think teaching sex in the classroom will give the children more knowledge than they can handle. They'll get all excited about it and want to try it. It's too dangerous, teaching sex without teaching morality too. It just can't be done."

Her mother paused to listen momentarily.

"Oh, Moira! Did I tell you? I had the most wonderful experience last week. Angie and I had a very private discussion." She paused to giggle girlishly, "You guessed it! I told her all about it. It was such a memorable experience! Just think, I wouldn't have had it if I had let Angie go to those sex classes at school. I'd have been cheated out of it!"

If she only knew, Angie thought as she tiptoed away. What would she do to her? She couldn't imagine. Maybe I should quit, she thought. Play it safe. But, oh, how she'd hate to give up Brad, now that he was so hot for her.

Angie banged things about in her room, thoroughly annoyed with her mother. If she would only stop talking about sex, Angie thought angrily. She doesn't know anything about it. Why does she have to go and on? She makes me feel sick. I don't want to talk about it or hear about it or do it. Ever again.

That evening, Angie curled up on her bed with a good book, some chocolates, good resolutions, and Salome as she had planned. She even turned the stereo down to a medium rumble so she could concentrate on her reading. Even so, when the doorbell rang, she heard it immediately.

"I'm not going to answer it," she said out loud to Salome. She cuddled the cat closer to her and petted it immediately.

Salome began to purr loudly.

The doorbell continued to ring at intervals. Then Angie could hear loud knocks on the door.

I don't care who it is. Let them go hang, she thought. Especially her mother and Doug and even Brad.

But the ringing doorbell and the knocks began to jangle her nerves. She endured it patiently as long as she could; then she became upset. "Whoever it is has no right to bother me. I'll call the police," Angie told Salome. "I'm going to tell them."

She marched down the hall righteously. "Hey!" she shouted. "Stop banging on this door. Stop ringing the doorbell. Or I'll call the police."

"Let me in," a boy's voice called. "Please. I just want to talk to you."

"Who is it?" Angie called. She tiptoed to a living room window and peeked around a curtain. It was Brad. And he had two friends with him! How dare he bring his friends! Who did he think he was! She tiptoed back to the door.

"Me!" the voice said.

"Who's me?" Angie called out.

"Can't you recognize my voice?"

"Don't you know your name?" Angie countered. "Or does