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This work of fiction containts adult themes. If this is illegal
in your locality or for your age, you have been warned.


This story is copyright 2001 by Frank Downey. All rights
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OLD FRIENDS
.by Frank Downey
fab4fan99@prodigy.net


I had known Julie almost my whole life.

We lived two streets from each other, and had been in school
together since first grade. We had never been very best friends,
but we had always been friends. We played together, and we walked
to school together quite a bit. 

This started to change in junior high, but it really started to
change in high school.

I had always been a good student, and I had always been a bit of
a loner. I wasn't a social outcast-until I got to high school.
Then I was. The dreaded "geek" label was applied with a vengance.
As the high school cliques hardened, I found myself the object of
constant derision from the jocks-and-cheerleaders clique. This
was almost to be expected, right? So, I tried not to let it
bother me. I had my own circle of friends.

So, the teasing really didn't bother me that much. Except when it
was coming from Julie.

Yup, she had grown up to be a cheerleader, and was definitely in
with the popular clique. So, when I walked by and heard the
catcalls and the insults, Julie's voice was definitely heard,
loud and clear. That bugged me, I have to admit. I had known her
forever. I had always liked her. And now she was leading the
cries of derision.

What was worse is that we often ended up walking home together a
couple of times a week. And, when that happened, she was the same
old Julie. It was like she was two different people. 

I asked her about that once. She told me, "Listen, Gary, I need
to keep up my image, you know? Don't take it seriously. We're
still friends-except, we can't be friends in school, because, if
we were, I wouldn't have any other friends." I told her I
understood. I was lying.

So, this continued along its merry way until midway through our
Junior years in high school. We were both sixteen. We were
walking home one day, when some of her popular friends drove by
and saw us. I found out later that she was questioned extensively
about being seen with a "geek" by her friends on the phone that
night. 

The next day, the teasing at school was particularly
vicious--from Julie. I heard comments about my social life,
comments about the equipment between my legs--or supposed lack
thereof, comments about my sexuality, etc. It was horrible. I had
learned to swallow my feelings about the teasing, but this wasn't
the normal teasing, not from Julie. She obviously had to do
"penance" in front of her friends, and that penance consisted of
using me as a verbal punching bag.

Incredulously, she joined me that afternoon on the walk home. She
caught up to me in the middle of a large park that we walked
through to get home. "Hi!" she said.

This time, I wasn't just going to let it pass. "What do you
want?"

"To walk home, what else?"

"Why don't you have one of your jock friends walk you home?"

"Gary, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? You called me a faggot wimp with no dick
not three hours ago! In fact, you yelled it across the hall! And
you yelled a whole bunch of other nasty things!"

"Oh, you know how it is, Gary."

"Yeah, and I'm tired of it."

"Oh come on, Gary. I'm here now, aren't I? Hell, I'm taking a big
risk just walking home with you. My friends saw us yesterday and
gave me all kinds of shit. But I'm still here. Heck, considering
our social standing, you should consider yourself very lucky that
a girl like me would even talk to you."

That did it. I snapped like a twig. "LUCKY? WHY?" I roared at
her. "Lucky I get to be insulted and made fun of? This is lucky?
Lucky I get to be called a dickless faggot? Fuck you, Julie!"

She was taken aback, but tried to get another dig in, "Well,
Gary, if the shoe fits....."

That was the last straw. I grabbed her and pulled her into the
bushes in the park, a secluded spot where we wouldn't be seen.

"Gary, what are you doing?"

" Faggot, huh? Dickless wonder, huh? I'll prove you wrong!" I
pushed her down onto the ground and lifted her skirt. I yanked
down her panties.

"Gary?" she said, her eyes wide open, surprise in her voice. I
ran my fingers up and down her suddenly exposed pussy, feeling it
get wet under my finger.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Ooooohhhh."

That surprised me. She wasn't trying to fight me off.  I pulled
down my pants, exposing my rock-hard dick. Contrary to her
taunts, I wasn't small. "Still think I don't have a dick?"

Her eyes were almost bugging out of her head.
"Gary.......what......oh my God....."

I ignored her. "And, if I was a faggot, I wouldn't have any
interest in doing this." With that, I crawled on top of her, and
slid my cock into her pussy with one stroke. She screamed, and I
covered her mouth with my hand.

"Still think I don't have a dick?" I asked her. "Still think I'm
a faggot?" She shook her head no. I took my hand off of her
mouth. "Don't scream."

"I'll....try....not to.." she gasped. She didn't. She just lay
there, underneath me, gasping softly,  as I pumped in and out of
her. I lasted an amazingly long time for a guy who had been a
virgin five minutes ago. Must have been the fury I had felt, is
all I can come up with. In any case, I kept pumping. Julie didn't
scream, just looked up at me, amazed. Then, she started moving
her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts. Her eyes closed, and
she let out a little moan. I felt her pussy clamp around my dick
as her body stiffened beneath me. With that, I thrust deep one
more time and came within her.

I slipped out of her, and sat back on the ground. As I came out
of my post-orgasmic haze, it hit me what I had just done. 

I was horrified.

Julie spoke first. "You......you.... fucked me! You just up and
fucked me! Jeez, Gary!"

"Yeah," I said. I couldn't even look at her. My God, what had I
done? 

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I don't know. I just....snapped."

She thought for a minute. "My teasing hurt you that much?"

"It hurt a lot." I took a deep breath. "You still didn't deserve
what I just did to you."

"Hmmm," was all she said. "Where are my panties?" I found them
and handed them to her, still avoiding looking at her. She
slipped them back on. "Help me up?" I did, still trying not to
look at her. 

"Jesus, Gary, you came a ton! It's dripping down my leg!" she
said, and she actually giggled.

I couldn't take any more. "Julie.....oh shit.....I'm so sorry,"
and I took off, at a run, out of the park. I heard her call
"Gary?" from behind me, but just kept going.

I sat in my room that night, waiting for the police to show up on
my door. They didn't, but I didn't get that much sleep that
night.

----Two----

I went to school the next day. It was torture. I couldn't think.
Julie was in my English class and I couldn't look at her. When I
passed by the clique and they teased me, I didn't hear Julie's
voice, but I wasn't about to look to see if she was there. The
day just dragged on.

As school came to an end, I made a decision. I couldn't live with
this guilt. I knew what I had to do. I started walking.

"Gary?" I heard from behind me. It was Julie. She ran and caught
up with me. "Walk me home?"

"Huh? Are you kidding?"

"No, why?" she said to me, all innocence.

"I'm not going home. But, actually, maybe you should come with
me."

"OK," she said, and started walking beside me. I still couldn't
look at her. "So, where are we going?"

"To the police," I said firmly.

"What for?"

"To turn myself in, of course." 

She stopped walking. "Gary?" I stopped. I still couldn't look at
her, but she forced me to, grabbing my face and staring into my
eyes. "Don't do that. Don't go to the police. Please."

I was dumbstruck. "Julie, I raped you! I can't live with myself
knowing that."

"Then go to a shrink. Talk to someone. But don't go to the
police. Don't wreck your life over this. I have no intention of
telling anyone, or of reporting it myself, and if you go and they
ask me if I was raped, I will deny it. There's no reason to get
yourself put in jail over this."

"What?"

She looked down at the ground. "Gary, I deserved what I got
yesterday."

"Dammit, Julie, nobody deserves what I did to you!"

"OK, well, maybe.....but I provoked you. I provoked you with a
vengance. And, yesterday, I hit you where it really hurts. We're
supposed to be friends. I haven't been a good one, not at all."
She started walking again, so I joined her. "You apologized,
yesterday, for what you did. I forgive you."

"What I did was unforgiveable."

"Bullshit, Gary, you did it to me, and I'm forgiving you, so it's
forgiveable. Can you forgive me for treating you so horribly for
three years?"

"Of course."

"Good. You remember one thing--I could have stopped you if I
really wanted to. A well-placed kick, you know? I didn't even
try."

"You were in shock."

"Not really. I could have stopped it."

"You screamed," I told her.

"Um....well....forget that part," She was blushing.

"Hmmmm." I didn't know what to say to that, really. "I didn't use
anything, either," I pointed out.

"Don't worry, Gary, I'm on the pill."

"That's a relief."

We walked in silence for a while. I was amazed at her attitude.
Then, suddenly, she said, with a little smile, "So, how long have
you wanted to do that?"

"What, rape you?!?"

"I don't consider it rape." She looked down at the ground. "How
long have  you wanted to fuck me?"

I had to smile. "Since I was old enough to understand why my dick
got hard every time you were in the general vicinity."

She laughed. "That's what I thought. Was that your first time?"

"Yeah."

"That's also what I thought." We walked for a while longer. "It
wasn't mine, you know."

"Wasn't your what?"

"First time."

"Thank God." 

We kept walking until we got to her house. She stood in front of
the house, looking like she was trying to decide something.  Then
she threw her arms around my neck. If that wasn't shock enough,
she put her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "I came so hard
you have no idea. I have never cum like that in my life. And that
scream I let out was not a noise of displeasure." With that, she
kissed my cheek, and ran into the house.

--Three--

The next two weeks were almost back to normal. Football season
had long ended, so Julie didn't have cheerleading practice, so
she walked home with me every day.

A couple of things were different, though. When we walked, she
actually talked to me, instead of at me. He friends saw her with
me again, and she just waved and giggled. And, when I heard her
clique throw their normal insults at me, I did not hear her
voice. She didn't insult me, at all. In fact, she actually talked
to me in school, even with her friends around.

Until one day a little over two weeks after the incident. We were
walking through the park again, and, suddenly, I heard the old
Julie. I heard the mocking, the scorn and derision. 

I had said something--I don't even remember what, but it was
innocuous--when, suddenly, she started in with the insults.

"Who cares what you think, Gary, anyway? You're just a geek, a
pussy, the dickless wonder, remember?"

"Julie?"

"Come on, Gary, you're a faggot, right? I bet you can't even get
it up!"

"Julie, don't do this." I couldn't believe it. I knew the kinder,
gentler Julie was too good to be true.

"Don't do what? Don't insult little pussy Gary? Why not? It's so
fun. What are you gonna do to me, Gary?"

I was close to tears. "Julie, come on. Please."

"Please what? Please stop telling it how it is? You're a wimp.
You couldn't satisfy a girl if you tried. Everybody knows it. You
geek. I'll insult you all I want. What are you going to do to me,
you pussy, fuck me?"

I recoiled, horrified. It was agonizing. Why was she doing this
to me? Oh, God, she really did hate me. 

"Come on, Gary, is that what you're going to do to me? Are you
going to force yourself on poor, defenseless Julie so you can
prove that you do have a dick?"

I just looked at her in disbelief.

"C'mon, Gary, don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to throw
me down in the bushes and have your way with me? Don't you?" I
had never seen the expression on her face that I saw now, a
mixture of lust and need.

Then, it dawned on me. She wanted me to. She wanted me to have my
way with her.
 
"Come on," I said, and took her hand. She grasped mine firmly.

"Where are we going?" she said.

"You'll see." We walked past the side street she lived on, and
came to mine. We walked to my house, and I led her in the door.
"There's nobody home, and won't be for hours," I told her. I led
her up to my bedroom. When we got into my room, I shut the door,
put my bookbag on the floor, and removed hers from her shoulders
and set it down as well. Then I grabbed her around her arms and
looked into her eyes.

"Not in the woods again," was all I said.

"OK," she replied.

  I grabbed her around the waist and tackled her onto my bed. I
pressed my lips to hers, hard and demanding, and she responded
eagerly. As I wrestled her tongue with mine, my hand went right
to her panties, underneath her skirt, and yanked them down. She
was undoing the button on my pants as I moved my hand towards her
pussy, so I got my hand out of the way and helped her get my
pants down. Then I moved my hand back towards her pussy. She was
soaked.

"Oh, Gary, fuck me! Fuck me now!" she moaned. She didn't have to
ask twice. One stroke and I was in.

I tried to start out slow and easy, but Julie was having none of
that. She reached around behind me and grabbed my ass, urging me
on by pulling me into her, all the while yelling, "HARDER! OH
HARDER! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" So I went harder, pounding into her
pelvis with each stroke.  She howled. I felt her nails dig into
my back, breaking the flesh. She thrust her pelvis up with every
downstroke, increasing the impact. She was on fire--we bothwere.

Suddenly, she howled like a wounded animal. Her back arched, and
she ground her pussy into my pelvis, as her pussy clamped down
hard on my dick. She came back down from her orgasm, panting, as
I continued. I wasn't far off myself, and quickly reached my
climax, filling her with my cum.

"Oh my sweet Jesus," she said after a while, "you're a fucking
animal."

"I take it you like it rough?"

"I suppose that I do. Not all the time, mind you, but
sometimes........Gary, when you fucked me two weeks ago, it was
the most turned on I've ever been. I never thought of myself as
having rape fantasies, and I probably wouldn't with almost any
other guy.....but you? I knew you weren't going to hurt me. I
knew that if I really pressed the issue, you'd stop. So, I let it
happen. And, when it did, my world exploded. I've been waiting
for two weeks for you to do it again, but you're not very good at
picking up subtle little hints."

I had to laugh. "No, I suppose I'm not."

"So, I had to let you know that I wanted it again."

"Jesus, Julie, all you had to do was ask!" She giggled at that.
"You really had me going in the park, I thought Nasty Julie was
making a reappearance."

"Nope. And I trust I won't have to perform that little scene
again to get your attention."

"Nope. But, if we're going to continue to do this, we might want
to investigate this little phenomenon known as foreplay next
time."

She laughed. "OK, just as long as you don't wait two weeks next
time! I didn't have any patience for foreplay today."

"I noticed."

She reached up and kissed me. Then she looked down at her hands.
"Gary, any time you want me, I'm yours."

"Jeez, Julie, you don't have to do that," I told her.

"I know I don't. I want to. And I know you well enough to know
you wouldn't abuse the privelege. I just wanted you to know the
score. Anytime you want it. Frequently, if I have my way," she
grinned.

--Four--

She wasn't kidding. Anytime I wanted it, I got it. In fact, I got
it anyway. Five days out of seven, we were somewhere--usually my
room--rutting like rabbits. We did explore foreplay, and even
long, slow, gentle, fucking--but there were still days that she
begged me to just ram her, hard and fast. Whatever we did, she
was an animal.

Somehow, in the middle of all this wild sex, we rediscovered our
friendship. We talked before--and after--and she walked home with
me every day. She even started defending me to her friends, which
made the teasing fall off some. After a bit, we started to go on
actual dates, going to the movies or out to eat before--or
sometimes after--we fucked. We were getting along swimmingly. I
even started to think of her as my girlfriend. 

I was mistaken, which was made brutally clear to me when I asked
her to the Junior prom.

"Oh, Gary......I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. I just don't think we should go to the prom together."

"Do you have another date?"

"No, but scuttlebutt says that Josh Kingsley is going to ask me."
Josh was one of her group, the jock to end all jocks, and a
grade-A asshole to boot.

"You'd go with him?"

"Yeah. Hey, you know--he's in my social circle."

"And I'm not," I said disgustedly.

"No, you're not. I can't show up with you at the prom. I just
can't."

"You like Josh?"

"Well, not that way....."

"You think he'd be more fun at the prom than I would?"

"Probably not."

"Do you want to sleep with him?"

"Not particularly, no. It's complicated, Gary. I just can't show
up at the biggest social event of the school year with a social
outcast, even if I'd probably rather go with you."

"Fine." We were in my bedroom. "I think you'd better go now."

"Oh, Gary, don't be like that. You know I love what we have
together. It's just that, this is the prom, and......"

"And you'd be embarrassed to walk in on my arm."

"Not embarassed, but.........I mean.........."

"Julie, just go." She did, shooting me a look of despair on the
way out, but I didn't stop her leaving. All I could think of when
she left was that things never change. Even if I thought they
had, they didn't. She was still one of the Beautiful People, and
I was still a Geek. Even if I made her happy, in bed and out,
things were never going to change

--Five--

The prom was three weeks away. I planned to avoid her for the
whole time. In fact, at that point, I didn't care if I ever saw
her again. I wasn't going to sleep with someone who planned to
keep me in the closet.

She tested my resolve. After  a week of avoiding her, she caught
me in the park on the way home.

"Gary, where have you been? I need you, Gary. I'm sohorny......"

"Go find Josh, then."

"Gary, I don't think of him that way!"

"Well, you might want to start," and I sprinted away from her.

Three days before the prom was even worse. She came to my house.

"Please, Gary, please! I need you. Oh God I need you. Please, I'm
begging....."

"And if I begged you to dump Josh and go to the prom with me,
would you?" She didn't say anything, just looked down at her
shoes. "That's what I thought. Go home, Julie." I kept my
resolve, even when she started crying. "It's not going to work.
Go home." She finally did.

The night of the prom was upon us. I went--stag, with a bunch of
the other geeks. I noticed a group of Julie's friends teasing us.
Julie was just looking at me, a pitiful expression on her face.
She wasn't having much fun, as Josh was ignoring her, palling
around with his friends, which was predictable. After a while, I
saw her walk outside to get a breath of air. I followed.

I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist from
behind. "Having a good time?"

"Gary?" She turned around. "Oh, yeah, I'm having a ball!" She
broke my embrace and turned to face me.

"Sure you are. Then why are you out here while your date is in
there talking to all his jock friends about their football
prowess?"

"Well, they're his friends, what would you expect? You're talking
to your friends, aren't you?"

"I don't have a date."

"Even if you did, you'd still be hanging out with your friends."

"No, I wouldn't. Not if I had a date that I wanted to be here
with me. And since the only person that fits that description is
this particularly gorgeous girl wearing a pale peach dress that
just about took my breath away--well, if I was here with her, my
friends might as well jump under a rock for all I'd care."

"Gary......I........I don't know what to say. You're right, Josh
has been ignoring me the whole night."

"He walked in with you, which served his purpose."

"What do you mean?"

"All he cared about was being seen with you. Football Jock
escorts Cheerleader to Prom. All mere mortals genuflect. Who
cares what happens after that?"

She looked miserable. "You're right."

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do about it?"

"Walk back in there, and dance. With me."

"Oh, Gary, I don't know......."

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" I took a deep breath. "To
him, you're a trophy, a status symbol, something to show off and
then ignore. To me........." I hesitated.

"To you, what, Gary? What am I to you? Your friend? Your favorite
fuck toy? Tell me, Gary."

"You are my friend. You are my favorite sex partner."

"I'm your only sex partner," she smirked.

"Well, yeah," I smiled. "But you're also.....well, you're also
the girl I love."

She just stared at me, for a long minute. "You....you're....in
love with me?"

"Yeah. Have been for a long while."

"Wow. I didn't know..........I thought it was just the sex."

"Julie, I've been in love with you long before we started having
sex together."

"What?" she practically whispered.

"That's why it used to kill me when you picked on me in school."

"Oh, shit," she said. "And me coming to the prom with Josh must
have been.....damn, what have I done?" She grabbed her head in
her hands.

"It's OK."

"No, Gary, it is not OK."

"Yeah, it is. You can do whatever you want. I understand your
social obligations. Maybe I don't like them, but I understand
them."

"I just don't like the way I've treated you."

"We all make mistakes." I took a deep breath. "Julie, I said I
was in love with you before we ever had sex. That means I was in
love with you when I........." I couldn't finish.

She did it for me. "When you had me the first time."

"Yeah. I thought about doing something drastic that night, you
know. To myself. That's how worthless I felt."

"Oh, Gary...."

"I force myself on the girl I love. And I have a right to
complain when she goes to the prom with someone else?"

"Yeah, you do," she said firmly. "We're past that first time.
However it happened, Gary, we're past it. Truth be told, I was
past it right in the middle of it. I loved it, and I didn't want
to stop you, and we both know I could have. What's important is
what happened since then. Look, I told you I was yours, anytime
you wanted me. Christ, Gary, I practically made myself your sex
slave, or something. You haven't treated me like that. You've
treated me like your girlfriend, and I've loved every minute of
it. And then I go and do this."

I had to ask. "Julie, how do you feel about me?"

She thought about it. "I love you, too," she finally said with a
smile. Then the smile disappeared. "There, I've finally admitted
it. To you, and myself. I just wish I felt better about it."

"Why?" I asked her.

"Because if I walk back in there, with you--which is what my
heart says I should be doing--my life is going to change so
completely I don't know if I can handle it."

"Then don't walk back in there with me, Jules. I can take it."

"Bullshit. It's not fair to you. Hell, it's not fair to me." She
grabbed my hand and led me back in to the ballroom. Without a
glance at her friends, she led me to the dance floor--just in
time for a slow dance.

It was heavenly.

"You're a surprisingly good dancer," she said after a bit.

"My Mom made me take dance lessons when I was younger. To
'culture' me, you see."

She giggled softly, a delightful sound. "Your Mom's a smart lady.
I always did like her."

As we danced, I caught a glimpse of her group of friends. They
were looking at us in astonishment. "We're attracting a bit of
attention," I told her.

"Of course we are. We're the best dancers on the floor, right?"

"Somehow, I don't think Josh and your friends are staring over
here admiring our dance prowess."

"Their loss," she said. 

As the dance ended, Julie took my hand and escorted me over to an
empty table. I sat in a chair, and she happily planted herself in
my lap. This made me giddy--and worried, at the same time. A
dance between friends--even if one friend was an outcast--could
be more-or-less overlooked. Sitting in my lap--and nuzzling my
neck, which is what she was doing now--would not be overlooked.

I was right. "Here comes Josh," I told her.

"Julie, what the fuck are you doing with him?" Josh said without
preamble.

Julie laughed unpleasantly. "Funny, I didn't think you'd even
notice I was gone, considering you haven't said a word to me all
night."

"So you come over with him? Julie, everybody's laughing at you."

"Which means they're laughing at you, right, Josh? Which is all
you fucking care about."

"Dammit, Julie, you came to this prom with me."

"Yup, which is the biggest mistake I've made in my life. Gary and
I have been going out for three months." Josh looked astonished
at that one. "I was afraid to bring him to the prom, because I
knew people would talk. So, I suppose I should thank you,
Josh--because your treatment of me tonight convinced me that I
didn't give a shit what people said. Pretending to be the good
cheerleader and hanging out with the popular crowd and having a
shitty time at your own junior Prom is just not worth it. And
hurting Gary--which I've done too much for too long--definitely
wasn't worth it. Not even a little bit."

"Fine. You've just made yourself a social outcast, Julie," Josh
said, and then strode away.

Julie was putting on a brave front. "You know, your true friends
won't leave you over this," I told her.

"I hope you're right."

--Six--

We left the prom shortly after that. She and Josh had come in a
limo--she went home in my car. Well, not straight home--we found
a place to park first. Like I said, it had been three weeks, and
Julie was twelve different kinds of horny. Truth be told, so was
I. We fucked, hard and fast; and then we had a long leisurely
foreplay session, and then we fucked again. One of her friends
had an after-prom party, but we didn't go. We found other ways of
amusing ourselves.

It was the next day that the proverbial excrement hit the fan.

Julie had invited me over. It was a nice day, we were going to go
out and do something. When I got there, I noticed an unfamiliar
car in the drive. When Julie opened the door for me, she looked
weary. She led me into her house, and I found her two best
friends, Katherine and Stacey. 

"The vultures have come to roost," Julie said to me.

"Julie, I don't know why you're being so obstinate," Katherine
said to her. "We're just doing this for your own good. Do you
really want to lose all your friends for......this?" She looked
at me with contempt.

"What kind of 'friends' try to dictate who somebody goes out
with?" I said. 

"You wouldn't understand," Stacey spat at me.

"You're right. So, enlighten me."

"Gary, you're a geek. Girls who want to keep their standing do
not go out with geeks."

"I'm not trying to 'keep my standing'," Julie interjected. "I
don't care about my standing any more. However, you two,
specifically, are supposed to be my best friends," she said
pointedly. 

"We are," Katherine said. "That's why we don't want to see you
make a terrible mistake."

"Kathy," Julie tried another tack. "Have you ever been in love?"

"Well.......I'd have to say no."

"Then you don't understand."

"Understand how you could possibly fall in love with him? You're
right, I don't. But that's not the problem here. The problem is,
do you really want to kill your social life? Is he worth that?"

"Love is always worth it," I said. Julie nodded agreement.

 "It's worth losing all your friends?" Katherine asked.

"Yeah, it is, but why would that happen? The hangers-on, sure. If
I lose them, who cares. But are you telling me I'm going to lose
your friendship because of who I go out with?" Julie asked.

"Well, not completely...." Katherine started.

"We'll always love you, Julie," Stacey said.

"Right," Katherine agreed. "But we couldn't hang out with you if
he's around. And you'll never get invited to any parties
anymore." 

"So that's how it is," Julie said. "You want me to choose."

"You have to, Julie. Go out with him, and lose all yourfriends."

 "You know," Julie told them, "it's ironic, because he wouldn't
make me choose. Which, I think, just made my choice for me."

"You'll regret it."

"Maybe. In any case, I think you two had better leave now."

--Seven--

Julie's brave words and thoughts lasted the summer--and it was a
blissful summer. Definitely for me, and I think, for her, too.
She didn't see much of her friends, but didn't seem to have much
of a problem with that. Katherine and Stacey came around a bit,
but Julie avoided the rest of the gang.

There was no avoiding them once school started, and that's when
we ran into trouble. She allowed herself to get sucked back in.
At first, I didn't mind. Then, she took me to a party, and it was
uncomfortable for both of us. As we were leaving, she said that
she didn't think we should attend her gang's parties together
anymore. I agreed, thinking that she meant that we could find
other ways to amuse ourselves.

I was wrong. She still wanted to go to the parties, she just
didn't want to go with me. She attended one the next weekend by
herself, which sparked a big fight. When it happened again, I was
close to being completely fed up. The last straw happened the
next week at school--her friends went after me with both barrels,
and she just stood there, not saying a word. I broke up with her
that afternoon. 

Oh, believe me, I hated doing it. I loved this girl more than
anything, but I couldn't take her friends. She told me that I was
forcing her to make a choice, something I promised I wouldn't do,
and she might have had a point. The problem was, the more time
she spent with her friends, the more she turned into a person I
didn't particularly like all that much. The Julie I knew, the
Julie I fell in love with, was brassy and bold, didn't take any
shit, had firm opinions about everything, and knew what she
wanted. The Julie that came out when her friends were around was
a sheep. I tried to tell her this, but she didn't understand. So,
we ended it.

I was miserable. I got the feeling she was, too. But she was
still joined at the hip to her friends, and, as long as that was
the case, our problems were insurmountable, as far as I was
concerned.

--Eight--

It was shortly before Halloween. I was walking home. Julie and I
had been broken up for about three weeks. I had barely seen her
in that time, which was probably a good thing, because seeing her
just made me sad.

I was walking through the park, lost in thought. I hadn't heard
the footsteps behind me. The next thing I knew, I was getting
tackled onto the grass. 

It was Julie. Before I could react, she was straddling me, and
reaching down for my belt buckle.

"Julie? What the hell are you doing?"

"Having my way with you," she giggled. "It's been too long."

"Julie, no, this is not right!" I strugged beneath her, but she
had me pinned, and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Bullshit, Gary. What isn't right is us being apart." She had
freed Mr Happy from his confines, and was perched above him. She
was wearing a skirt with no panties. My dick had betrayed me by
getting hard, and, before I could stop her, she sank down onto
it.

"Julie, dammit, we can't DO this!"

"Yes we can," she said with determination, as she bounced up and
down on top of me. "We....belong...together.
You..are...MINE...dammit!" She panted out her words in between
thrusts. 

"For what? This is just about sex to you!"

"Oh, yeah, and who did this first, Gary?" She had me there. She
stopped moving for a minute. "This was never just about sex. For
either of us. But whispering words of love in your ear wouldn't
have worked." She grinned. "It wouldn't have worked on me last
year either." 

I grinned back. She was right. She started moving again. 

After we had both come, we talked.

"We need to fix this. I'm miserable without you," she said.

"Me, too."

"Even some of my friends--the good ones, like Katherine and
Stacey, told me to get you back."

"They did?"

"Yeah, they knew how miserable I was."

"Did they tell you to attack me?"

"Well, no, that was all my idea......now I feel guilty."

"Why? As far as I'm concerned, we're even."

"I never said 'no' last year--today, you did."

"Yeah, but as someone once said to me, I could have stopped you
if I really wanted to." She giggled at that. "Julie, you know me
too well.  You know that was the only way to get my attention. If
you had tried to talk, I would have turned away."

"So I didn't give you a choice. I love you,  Gary, tell me we can
work this out."

"I love you, too. We can work this out."

And we did.



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