index


Message-ID: <37969asstr$1029931802@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "S Jacobin" <jacobin_11111794@hotmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Kat Fighter [3/5] (mf ff)
Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 08:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

   Kat Fighter
   [3/5: Rise of the Kat]
   Jacobin
   jacobin_11111794@hotmail.com


   Boring Stuff

   Standard disclaimers regarding sexually explicit material apply. The good 
reader is reminded in particular that works of fiction often neglect 
real-world risks and consequences which should be taken into consideration 
in any re-creation or work-inspired acts.

   This is my fifth work of this kind. It's also likely to change 
substantially as I re-write it, so feedback or requests to continue (or 
stop, even) are particularly appreciated at jacobin_11111794@hotmail.com

   You can find my other stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jacobin/www

   This work is copyright (c) 2002 by the author. You may download and keep 
copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline, disclaimer, 
e-mail address, and these four paragraphs remain on the copies. Posting to 
newsgroups or on websites (with the specific exception of www.asstr-mirror.org) is 
not permitted unless you have my express written or email consent, and then 
only as long as no money is charged for access and the author's byline, 
disclaimer, e-mail address, and these four paragraphs remain on the story. 
Please respect my work as much as I've tried to respect the reader.

   -- Jacobin


   Part Three: Rise of the Kat

   Lisa was much faster on the path, keeping a steady pace. Katherine wore 
high, stiff hiking boots, a stiff knee brace, and picked her steps 
carefully, trying even then not to twist her ankle or risk a fall. Lisa 
stopped and waited at each turn of the trail as Kat worked to catch up.
   "I wanted to thank you for setting me up with Jack," Lisa said, as 
Katherine stepped past her. Kat grunted. "Seriously, it's cool going out 
with an older guy."
   "He's twenty-one," Katherine said, annoyed. Lisa didn't catch her tone.
   "It does make a difference. It's cool not talking about high school, you 
know, and it's cool not having to see him all the time, but like a couple 
times a week."
   Katherine rolled her eyes and looked back. "So it's cool."
   "Jack is so funny, and he's smart, and he really likes me, I think."
   "That's always good."
   "And I gotta tell you, he's a great lay. Sort of lazy, but he makes sure 
I'm taken care of, you know?"
   "No, I don't know," Katherine said.
   "But you know what I mean?"
   Kat ground her teeth together as she approached two logs over a stream. 
She stopped to let Lisa take the lead again.
   "No," Kat said. "I have never been out with a guy like that."
   Lisa didn't move on, but stopped and set down her pack. "I guess not. I'm 
sorry." She sat down against a tree and dug out a water bottle. "I sort of 
thought that Mike--"
   "Nope," Kat said. "I don't think I realized it at the time, but every 
time I think back on our time together I get angrier, and I wonder why I was 
happy."
   Lisa smiled. "You were in love, Kat."
   Kat blinked. "I was? Why?"
   "I don't know. Mike's nice enough."
   "Not really my point, Lisa." Kat kicked at a tree trunk gently. "I miss 
having him, but I don't miss him. You know?"
   "Not really."
   "Never mind. It's not important. I don't need anybody."
   Lisa shuffled her feet. "I was going to talk to you about that."
   "Huh?"
   "Now that I'm going out with Jack seriously, I don't think we should..." 
Lisa sighed. "You know what I'm trying to say."
   Katherine nodded. "I do."
   "You understand?"
   "Sure."
   Lisa smiled. "I'm so glad. It's not that it's not fun and all, you know, 
you're great, it's just..."
   "No, Lisa, I understand. It's not a big deal."
   "Good. Because you're a great friend, and I was afraid we might have 
gone..."
   "No. No, I'm fine."
   Lisa sighed, and turned back to start up the trail. Kat felt weirdly 
empty, but as she picked her way through the rooted trail she felt anger 
start to rise across her back, her neck heating, and she started to push 
harder, keeping Lisa moving and not looking back.

   Kat pushed the heavy bag in the garage back, working combos out of her 
new stance. She was sweating hard, breathing the hot dust as she shook the 
rafter, but she was keeping the bag from swinging back. Her gloved knuckles 
spiked pain with each blow, and her tan forearms were dark with bruising 
from her forearm smashes, and Katherine only moved in closer, trying to 
drive the bag off its hook, biting into her cheap, bitter plastic mouthpiece 
until it split in two and she stepped back to spit it across the garage into 
the cat litter that absorbed the 10-40w from her dad's pickup.
   "God dammit," Kat yelled.

   "I want to challenge," Katherine told her coach.
   "Let me tell you something about the optimization of resources," Atin 
replied, looking at Kat over her desk. "You see, what we want to do is win 
the meet. That means that once I've come up with a lineup, I want to keep 
them healthy."
   "Don't you also want to field the best team?"
   "Katherine, I'm not convinced that team includes you right now. Now who 
were you thinking of challenging?"
   "Amy."
   Atin's head bobbed slightly as she choked back a laugh.
   "Well, now I'm concerned about your health, not Amy's."
   "I'm serious."
   "I have to answer to the parents if we have a bad season, Katherine, but 
I also get to answer questions if their little babies get put in the 
hospital, and as much as you've been a pain in my ass, I do honestly like 
you, I don't want to see you hurt, because if your parents are anything like 
you, they're going to be a huge pain in my ass if you get injured again."
   Katherine stared at Atin, and Atin stared back at her. Outside the 
classroom, lockers opened and closed, and people talked.
   Atin shook her head. "Fine," she said. "But I'll tell you this, 
Katherine, you're not winning any points with me."

   Amy was a big girl, six-four and a power forward on the women's 
basketball team, prone to giving the elbow on the move to the rim, flagrant 
fouls, and was on controlled substances for bulk and energy. She bounced a 
little on the mat as she grinned at Kat, stretching her long, strong arms. 
She wore a white tank top and black shorts tight so Kat could see the 
defined lines of her stomach as well as the minor bulge of the breasts Amy 
tolerated.
   Kat stood across from Amy, perfectly still. Everyone was paying attention 
to this challenge match, and Kat could feel all eyes on her, wondering what 
could be on her mind, or wrong with it. Kat was thinking that her new 
mouthpiece didn't even have a taste yet.
   Amy and Kat saluted and Amy drew back into her elaborate boxing stance. 
Kat batted with her lead hand and Amy started swinging, Kat leaning way back 
left, then right, and as she bobbed back in Kat drove her right into Amy's 
kidney, smiling as Amy gasped in pain. Kat stepped back again, raising her 
lead, dropping it. Amy led with an easily-blocked kick and then came in 
swinging. Kat deflected each blow as Amy flurried, and then, as Amy started 
a long hook, socked her in the ear. Amy moved back, guard up.

   Amy tried to use her long reach on Katherine, extending her hands far in 
front of her body, batting at Katherine, looking for an opening to drive. 
Katherine deflected the blows out as she stood her ground, and with pleasure 
watched Amy's cheeks flush red and her breath come ragged, until Amy stepped 
back, slouching in her stance, a dumb cloud of confusion in her face.

   Katherine felt her breath come to her easily, in long, slow takes, and 
Amy, frustrated, came in again. Amy's left arm came up for another power 
strike. Kat kicked high and hard, and Amy took the blow out on the forearm. 
The snap was sharp and low as Amy's forearm seemed to fold around Kat's 
foot, horribly broken. Kat stepped back and watched neutrally as Amy 
screamed in pain, holding her arm against her chest, bent crazily. There was 
no other sound in the gym except for Amy's cry as the crowd stared, all 
open-mouthed, pale. Amy looked at each of them in turn, still wailing, and 
when she looked at Ms. Atin, who snapped to.
   "Jessica, get Amy to the doctor."
   Jessica stepped forward and helped Amy on out. The gym rang with the low 
silence again.
   "Practice is over," Atin said. "I'll see everyone tomorrow."
   Kat stood on the mat as the team shuffled out, starting to whisper. Atin 
stared angrily at Katherine.
   "Do you remember what I said about my obligation to keep my team 
healthy?"
   Katherine nodded.
   "Kat, I'm going to give you the last slot on the varsity team. You'd 
better be better than Amy for the rest of the season, or I'm going to see 
you not only don't letter but you won't graduate and you'll have to go from 
school to school, G.E.D. in hand, begging for admission."
   Kat sighed. "I'll be honest, Ms. Atin, that's a pretty lame threat."
   "It's all I have right now. I'll come up with something better later. Go 
home. Think about what happened today, if you ended Amy's sports career, 
intentionally or not."
   Katherine nodded and walked to the locker room, where arguments were loud 
through the doors and stopped as she entered.


   Walking to Physics, Mike walked arm in arm with Suzette in the other 
direction, and as they passed Suzette kicked Kat's books across the floor.
   Kat stood as people walked around her, turning to glare at Suzette, who 
gave her a wave as she walked on down the hall.
   Kat picked up her books.

   Jack laughed when Katherine told him, a sort of ha-ha weird laugh, and 
Kat waited for him to give up the pretense.
   "I'm surprised," he said. "I thought you were going to get your ass 
kicked."
   Katherine struck him on the forehead on his last word, not even thinking, 
knocking Jack flat on his ass, cigarette flying up. She batted it to one 
side with the back of her hand.
   "Christ, Kat!" he yelled, angry.
   "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
   "I thought you'd put up a good fight, but she'd still be too strong, and 
you'd see that your strength work was starting to pay off, that you'd gained 
power without losing quickness. That's all. You'd see where you were."
   "Jack, I broke her arm."
   Jack blinked. He sat up slowly, cross-legged, and reached for his 
still-burning cigarette.
   "Really?" he said, exhaling. "Tell me about it."
   "She was moving her arm up for another downward strike and I kicked it," 
Katherine said. "Got her hard in the forearm, broke it."
   "Jesus fucking Christ, Kat, that's impressive. How's your foot?"
   Katherine sat down against the opposite wall of Jack's bedroom. "You're 
the first person to ask, Jack. It's bruised but I feel okay. I hit it 
perfectly, like I was working the bag or something."
   "Broke her damn arm, huh? Holy crap. That's awesome. Here, do it, hit my 
hand."
   Jack held his left hand up and Kat rose into the kick, pulling it back to 
smack his hand lightly.
   "See, that is some sweet technique, you're doing well coming out of the 
new stance. You going to the next meet?"
   "Varsity. Atin gave me the last slot, though, instead of Amy's #4."
   "That's not unexpected."
   "She's really pissed at me. I forced her to put on the challenge, and 
then..."
   "Atin will come around. Fight well, and you'll win her back over. How do 
you feel?"
   "I'm tired and sore, Jack."
   Jack nodded. "We'll do some half-speed work, okay? Give you a light day. 
I know I've been working you hard."
   Kat sighed, looked off, nodded. "Yeah, that'd be nice. I want to work on 
my low blocks, that's where I keep opening up."
   "That the only place you've been opening up?" Jack put his hand on Kat's 
stomach, his touch cool, looking at the faint bruising.
   "Jack, would you please shut the fuck up?"
   "You're a quick healer," he said. He moved his hand up to grab a breast 
and Kat yelped, knocked his hand away.
   "You better be a quick healer."
   Jack smiled. "I recover pretty quickly," he said.
   "What?" Kat said, and then saw, low in her vision, his shorts. "Oh 
fucking Christ, Jack, are we going to have to go through this every time I 
come over?"
   Jack reached down to adjust himself, laughed. "Nah, I was just thinking 
about what happens when you win All County."
   "I'm not double-teaming you, Jack. Give it up."
   "We all need to have dreams."
   His erection was obvious now. "Knock it off already."
   "What, you think there's an on-off switch on these things? You should 
wear baggier clothes when you come over."
   "Oh, blame the victim."
   "Come on, let's work on the blocks, then."
   Jack walked out to the back lawn in his bare feet, yawning, reaching down 
to grab himself again.
   "Knock it off!" Kat yelled at him again.
   Jack shrugged. "Okay, let's say I come at you like this --" and he moved 
into a slow lead kick.
   Kat moved to block.
   "No, no," Jack said. "See, then you're forward too, and if I'm fast --" 
he moved inside her block in a flash, had both hands on her stomach. Kat 
pushed him off. "An easy lead, take it and counter with something while 
they're moving, or dodge it. Don't commit."
   He slowed a lead in again, Kat moved back. "Good, now if I do two," and 
as Kat moved back he came around with an open hand, landed it on top of her 
breast. "See?" Kat stepped in and punched Jack in the stomach and as he 
grunted in pain and leaned forward, grabbed at his shorts, catching his 
shaft in hand.
   "You know you can sprain your dick?" Kat said. "Tear some ligaments 
something awful."
   "Is this supposed to be a deterrent?" Jack said, straightening, going up 
on his toes to drive into her hand. "Because it's not. That is a nice grip."
   Kat dropped her hand and tried to punch him again. Jack caught the blow 
in his hand as he windmilled the other to grab her crotch.
   "See, Kat, you're still not thinking your moves through."
   Kat took her free hand and hit his shoulder, moving back, and stared at 
him.
   "You shouldn't take that personally. Look at me!" Jack looked down at his 
shorts, the obvious pressing need.
   "Okay, how do you handle it?" Kat asked.
   Jack shrugged, ran a hand over the stubble on his dome. "You don't really 
know until it comes."
   Kat gave him the same short kick lead and as he moved back, came in to 
punch, and he had her turned around before she blinked, the hardness between 
her cheeks, her sports bra up, his hands on her breasts, cupping them in his 
cool hands.
   Kat didn't move. Jack started a chuckle and she drove her left elbow into 
his side and at the same time came up to put his head in the crook of her 
right arm and, moving back and down into him, flipping him flat on his 
shoulders, rolling out on the grass.
   She glared at him as he craned his head up to look at her. "You through?" 
Kat asked. "You over this now?"
   Jack kept staring, snaking his hand down. "Not really," he said.
   "I'm not going to stand here while you jerk off."
   "Okay," Jack said, resting his right hand on his erection. "You should 
probably put your..."
   Kat took it off and tossed it away. "I'm tired of this, Jack. Let's 
settle this and move on."
   Jack scrambled to his feet. "What, are you kidding?"
   Kat walked at him, snagged the collar of his shirt, and pulled quickly, 
tossing Jack with a loud ripping, sending him sprawling. Kat kicked him in 
the ass.
   "Get up."
   Jack stood, his T-shirt's neck badly torn on the seams to the shoulders. 
He peeled it off and stood in the grass, balling it in his hands in front of 
his six-pack, smile gone from his face, the muscles on his forearms coming 
out as he twisted the fabric in his hands. "Okay," Jack said, and tossed it 
aside.
   Kat rolled her head on her neck.
   "Try not to kick me in the dick," Jack said.
   "Hard to hit a small target like that anyway."
   Jack snorted. "You've got eyes, why you gotta be lying?"
   He feinted half-heartedly and Kat took a swing, missed. They circled each 
other.
   "This is stupid for you," Jack said. "You don't know what you're doing 
yet."
   Kat made like she would kick and didn't, and Jack didn't react, then as 
she moved he came in to smack her jaw high and with the other hand grab the 
waistband of her shorts and whip her around twice and toss her hard to the 
ground.
   "Should have played more football," Jack said.
   Kat stood up, long dark green stains across her knees and forearms. Her 
shorts hung loose on her hips, long elastic threads dangling from where it 
had ripped. She pulled them down and stepped out, naked in the summer heat, 
her skin red and flushed with anger openly on the patches of untanned skin.
   "You're really pissing me off, Jack," Kat said.
   Jack reached down and gave himself a quick pull. "Yeah? You shouldn't 
have started this if you couldn't finish it."
   Kat sneered and took her stance as she came forward, Jack trying not to 
look her up and down, and as his eyes flicked she clocked him with straight 
punches to each side of the head and then drove him straight back with a 
hand on his throat, driving him down to the turf as she levered him down. 
Jack gasped for breath and Kat sat on his sweat-slick stomach.
   "Yeah, pretty fucking funny now, isn't it, you fucking idiot?" with her 
free hand she reached back and pulled Jack's shorts down, catching his head 
in the waistband and causing him to jump. She tightened her grip on his 
throat and freed his member. Jack wheezed, and Kat slid down a little, the 
tip of his erection touching her tailbone, jumping with his frantic pulse.
   Jack shook his head, his eyes jumping around the yard, hoping for a 
neighbor, a gas meter-reader, anything. Kat leaned her hips forward, set her 
wet lips against his head, moved down enough to put some pressure.
   "I was going to torture you a while, Jack, but fuck it." Kat drove down 
on him, feeling Jack's pulse in her, and Jack's back arched and he groaned. 
Kat ignored him, ground herself back and forth on his pubic symphysis, 
feeling the rush build quickly, her breath as ragged as Jack's. Kat came, 
pulling up and clamping down on Jack's hardness in her, and she felt him 
jerk inside and he shuddered beneath her.
   Kat pushed back down and with her free hand punched Jack in the jaw. He 
yelped as his dick kept jerking inside her, coming over and over. "Did I 
fucking tell you to do that?"
   Jack made a gurgling noise. She relaxed her grip, hit him again.
   "Did I fucking tell you to do that?"
   Jack groaned and tried to push farther in, his convulsions finished. 
"No," he said, his voice faint and painful.
   "You are such an asshole," Kat said, and stood, smiling while he couldn't 
see her face. She pulled Jack's shorts off his ankles and put them on. Kat 
found her sports bra and put it back on. . Jack laid on the lawn, propped up 
on one elbow, rubbing his neck. He looked at Kat with fear and something 
else in his eyes.
   Kat walked over. "I think today's lesson is over."
   Jack nodded.
   "You remember that, Jack. If you need to jerk it, do it before I come 
over, you got it? I'm tired of this bullshit from you?"
   Jack nodded again, rubbing his jaw. "I, uh, I don't think you're really 
my type after all."
   "Good for fucking me," Kat said. "I'm going to go do some training. I'll 
see you Thursday, and if you so much --"
   "I've got it," Jack said, getting to his feet, his dick dangling stupidly 
in the air.
   "And if I don't win county, I'm going to come back and beat that fuck out 
of you," Kat said.
   "All right."
   Kat turned and walked around the house and to her car, cracking a wide 
grin.
   "Holy crap, I have got to get a hold of myself," she said as she started 
her car. She giggled all the way back to her house.


   Lisa did her beauty queen stretch easily, the move causing a man her 
dad's age to trip and fall on the gravel path. Lisa gave Katherine an arched 
eyebrow and Kat laughed. The man blushed and hurried on, keeping his skinned 
palms close to his chest.
   "It's good to see I've still got it," Lisa said, moving to do the other 
side, facing Katherine, who was stretching out her quads. Lisa's tank top, 
stretched, showed the top of her breasts, and Katherine immediately thought 
of how it looked flushed when Lisa was aroused. Kat caught herself, moved 
into another stretch.
   "Yeah, you've got it," Kat said. She stood, rolled her head on her 
shoulders. "You ready?"
   "Hold on already, you're worse than Jack."
   Katherine stopped stretching and looked down. "Oh yeah?"
   Lisa laughed. "He gets so anxious, it's cute. I held out on him a while, 
but it was so long since I got properly serviced, you know." She looked 
around the empty park. "By a guy."
   "It's going well, then?"
   Lisa stood up, pulled her arms back. "I'll bring him around on foreplay, 
but once he gets going, hold on to the bedposts, it's a wild ride."
   Katherine nodded, cracked her knuckles.
   Lisa moved to pull her arm across her chest, stretching her shoulder and 
triceps. "He gets so hard, Kat, and I get sooo wet.."
   "Yes, I know," Kat said. Lisa grinned.
   "You okay with this?"
   "I'm fine."
   Lisa stared.
   "I'm not fine, no," Katherine said. "Look, I'll be honest. As much fun as 
I had blowing Mike at his convenience, I don't think I had better sex than 
uh, we did, when you were helping me out. And now you're seeing Jack, you're 
all glow-y and relaxed, and so is he, and you're talking about getting 
properly fucked, and me? I don't know I've ever got properly fucked, and 
I'm... I'm pissed. And jealous."
   "At least you're honest," Lisa said. She put a hand on Kat's shoulder. 
"We'll get you taken care of."
   "Will you?"
   "Well, I won't. Because--"
   "We already had that conversation, yeah," Katherine said. "Let's run."
   Lisa looked at Kat's face for a long minute, and then nodded. "Okay."

   They ran in silence, taking the harder trails in the foothills, such as 
they were, Kat pushing the pace faster as they went, suffering and still 
moving, until they'd stumbled the last half-mile of the loop, soaked in 
sweat.
   "You feel better now?" Lisa gasped as they walked circles in the park, 
hands on heads.
   "Yeah."
   "You trying to hurt me, or hurt yourself?"
   "Fuck off."
   "Doesn't matter either way, I guess."
   Kat turned away, took a couple of steps, turned back.
   "I'm off to go fuck your cousin," Lisa said. Kat's face broke into a 
smile and resigned laugh. "There you go. Look Kat, I went without a guy for 
six months and I'm hornier than anybody. You can manage."
   "You had help," Kat said. "I don't have help, anymore."
   "I'm sorry," Lisa said. "I'd give you a referral, but..."
   Kat waved her hand. "No, go. Go see Jack."
   Lisa stepped in and gave Katherine a tight hug, sweat on sweat, Lisa's 
arms slick around Kat's neck. Kat had been this slipper with Lisa before, in 
bed, sliding -- a warm ache fought her sore legs for notice.
   "Bye." Lisa walked way to her car, and Katherine stood in the park, 
watching her leave. One of her friend's dads jogged by, trying not to stare 
at Kat. She gave him the finger and went to dunk her head in the lake.

   Mike's truck sat in front of Katherine's house. Mike sat in the living 
room with her parents. Katherine's parents were all smiles, Mike relaxed. He 
stood as she came in. Kat's heavy sweat was heavy on her skin, salt crystals 
and trail grime.
   "Hi, Katherine, I thought I'd see how you--"
   Kat stepped right up to him, leaned into his ear. "You hear what happened 
to Amy?"
   "Yeah," Mike said, too loud, and Kat winced at his stupidity.
   "You know how I broke her arm? I pretended it was you. Get the fuck out 
of my house and don't come back."
   Katherine stepped back. His face was pale and a little green. Stupid and 
gullible. Kat wondered how she'd ever dated him for so long. "Mike, aren't 
you going to be late for practice?"
   He started. "Oh, you're right. Sorry we couldn't talk, uh. Bye, Mr. and 
Mrs. Connors."
   They waved.
   "Does this mean you two are getting back together?" Katherine's mom 
asked, with a wink and a knowing smile.
   "Oh fuck no," Kat said, and stomped down the hall.
   She stepped into the shower, cranked the water up, the cold shock 
startling and welcome, the taste of salt in her mouth as the water came 
down. The water came around and Kat started to wash her hair, and then, 
section by section, scrub the layer of grime off her. Clean, she started to 
think of the shower, and reached down.
   She was still horny. She leaned her back against the wall of the shower, 
the water washing across her chest, and as she started to rub herself she 
thought of Jack, and smiling as he showed off the erection, that little 
touch of desperation in his eyes, taking him inside her on his unkempt bed, 
his lithe body over her, and Kat came, clamping her legs on her hand as the 
waves of heat ran across her and the water down her body.
   "Wow," Kat said, blinking in the steam. "That was quick."
   She turned the water off, still warm and fuzzy, toweled herself dry, and 
walked across the hall to her room where she dug some mostly-clean sweats 
off the floor. Her mom knocked, and Kat opened the door.
   "You feel better?"
   "Yeah, a little," Kat said.
   "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."


   The week before the meet went quickly, Kat walking through her classes, 
doing her drills, seeing Jack, listening to Lisa talk about Jack, working 
out, and one day out running by herself she met Terry on the paths and they 
jogged back to Terry's house as they talked.


   Terry sat on the porch of her double-wide, listening to Kat intently as 
beads of condensation ran down her glass of water. Katherine stood, waving 
her arms around as she talked, until she ran out of things to complain 
about, and looked out across the packed-dirt road at the other mobiles in 
different states of collapse.
   "You finished?" Terry asked, and took a sip of her water.
   Kat turned, nodded. "Sorry, I've been building up to that rant for a 
while."
   Terry waved her concern off with her glass. "What you need to do, 
Katherine," Terry said, "is find yourself a guy. You're thinking about this 
too much. Just go find some guy and give it up. It's not that big of a 
deal."
   "But I don't want to," Katherine said. "That's not the point. I mean, I 
need that, but I don't want to be talk of the town, or catch herpes, or.. 
you know?"
   Terry nodded. "I don't know what to tell you, Kat," she said. "You need 
to find some nice guy who'll treat you well, tie him down, and have your way 
with him."
   Kat nodded.
   "What about all the other stuff?" Katherine asked.
   "That'll all work itself out."
   "You think?"
   Terry nodded, took a long drink of her cool water. "I know."
   "Okay, then," Kat said. "Thanks for listening."
   Terry smiled. "Happy to help."


   Dan was Katherine's height, with wild, spiky black hair, metal blue eyes, 
and a runner's build. Katherine stopped him in the hall. He looked at her 
for a second, confused.
   "Hey, Katherine, long time. How've you been?"
   Katherine looked at him, glanced at his friend, who stared at her.
   "Can you I talk to you alone for a minute, Dan?"
   "Okay," he said. "Later, Tom." He walked out in front of the school, 
leading Katherine. "What's up, Katherine?"
   "You've always seemed like a good guy, Dan. When I blew out my knee, you 
were really sweet to help me out, even though you didn't have to, and you 
had a girlfriend and everything."
   "Uh, okay."
   "So here's the deal." She took a breath. "This is hard."
   "Take your time," Dan said. "What can I do for you?"
   "I'm lonely," Kat blurted. "Mike dumped me, my best friend's found 
someone she really likes screwing, and I need someone to hang out with, hug 
me when I need it, and tell me everything's okay when maybe it's not." She 
looked up at him. "There was a time last year when I tried to get up at the 
end of class and I just toppled, and you caught me, and I started to just 
cry, and you stayed there until I could go on. You remember that?"
   "Yes."
   "And you shut your mouth, nobody knew."
   "Yeah."
   "So ask me out, Dan, that's what you can do for me."
   Dan smiled, and nodded. "You want to go out, Katherine? I was thinking we 
could go for a movie or something tonight."
   "Sure," Kat said. "Here's the deal, and I'm going to be quick because we 
need to get back to class. If you want to drink some, smoke some dope, no 
big deal, nothing worse. I expect you to answer my calls if you're there, 
check up on me, make sure I'm doing well, and it'd be nice if I got a 
surprise out of you once in a while."
   "Got it, okay."
   "I'll put out if you're a good boy, but there are restrictions. I do it, 
you do it, get it? You don't know how, I'll give you directions."
   "Sure thing."
   "Anything else you think you need to know?"
   "I think that about covers it."
   "You going to be okay with this?"
   "I think so," Dan said. "We should talk more later."
   "We can talk on the date. It's a deal?"
   "Sure."
   Katherine stuck out her hand and Dan shook it firmly.
   "You been working out, Dan?"
   Dan smiled. "Little. Doing some rock climbing."
   "Aight, I'll see you in Vigg's class."
   Dan's grin got wider as he nodded, and it seemed he might burst into 
song. He turned and jogged down the emptying hall.
   "What have I done?" Katherine asked no one.


_________________________________________________________________
Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+