Message-ID: <51391asstr$1118689806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <hoisingr@hushmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <200506131508.j5DF8Ouh002618@mailserver3.hushmail.com> From: "Russell Hoisington" <hoisingr@hushmail.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 08:08:10 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Wynter and Jimmy: Part Two 03/03 {Hoisington} (bg pett oral first rom ped inc) Lines: 2296 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 51391 Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 15:10:06 -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 X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51391> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, akalexis, dennyw WYNTER AND JIMMY This is an erotic fantasy. It is the sequel to "Wynter". The characters and the situation are purely imaginary, and this story is *NOT* intended to be a guide for actual behavior. Any similarities between this story and actual people or actual events you should be ashamed of are purely coincidental. If it is illegal in your part of the world to access and read erotic fiction, or if you are underage, or if you don't like underage sex stories, then you should stop now. This story is copyright 2005 by Russell Hoisington. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial (free) sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. That does *not* mean that these stories are in the public domain, nor does it mean that I give permission for you to use them in spam advertising. I reserve the right to determine what is "spam advertising" by *my* definition, not yours or anyone else's. Thank you for your consideration. My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this story and for his contributions. Thanks also to Uncle Sky, the Night Hawk, and Old Man Ted for their input and for keeping the characters in character. ************************************************************ WYNTER AND JIMMY Part Two: Best Friends Russell Hoisington Fifteen Harry Green stuck his white-ruffed bald head through the door and into the chambers beyond. "You wanted to see me?" William Wilson the Third looked up from the legal brief on his desk and peered at him with piggy eyes over his half-moon reading glasses. With stubby, fat fingers he closed the folder and placed it atop the pile in the left tray on his desk. "Yes, I did, Harry. Come in and close the door." Green sighed. He'd suspected why the junior judge had summoned him, and the overly-warm, familiar tone in William's voice confirmed it. He seated himself in the padded green leather chair, gently because his arthritic knee was bothering him, and said, "Look, William...." Wilson ignored him. "Harry, Buck will insist on trying Will as an adult at today's hearing. I want you to deny his request." Green let the silence stretch, staring at Wilson without blinking. Finally he sighed, a sound that rattled like old parchment. "Why?" Wilson's beefy face reddened. "Why? Harry, he's just a boy! And he's my son. I don't want him going to prison. He doesn't belong there." Green put one elbow on the arm of the chair, pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and rubbed where his own reading glasses had left a sore spot. "No, William, he belongs in the reformatory in Buena Vista, which is where he'd be right now if you hadn't talked me into granting him probation." "Blast it, Harry! He deserved probation. He's a boy, _not_ a criminal!" "Curfew violations. Shoplifting. Petty theft. Breaking and entering. Willful destruction of property. You've sent 'boys' to Buena Vista for that much. And now Will's graduated to attempted rape of an eleven-year-old. What does he have to do to earn the title of 'criminal'? Kill someone?" Wilson leaned back and folded his soft, pale hands over his prodigious abdomen, carefully displaying the large diamond in the heavy gold ring on his right hand. "I'll bring Ellis in to defend him. He'll tie that jury in knots. The best Buck will get will be a hung jury." Green shrugged his narrow shoulders. "I don't care if you resurrect William Jennings Fucking Bryan, William. You know that." "You _don't_ use that kind of language in my presence!" Green stopped rubbing his nose and let his hand drop. "Now, that's quite strange, William. I don't remember you correcting Will when he called me a 'goddamned fucking shitbird asshole' _after_ I granted him probation on his last sentence." Wilson's eyes bulged, his chins wobbled, and his voice imitated a dog choking on a bone. "And I'm merely quoting your son's own words." Wilson struggled to regain his composure, something he'd never do if he weren't trying to curry a favor. "He's just a boy, Harry. He deserves another chance!" "William, who's Will's father: you or me?" "I am, of course!" "Then why am I the only one who ever disciplines him for any infraction? "That's _not_ the blasted issue here!" Green shook his head. "William, we're both up for a retention vote at the election next year. Doesn't matter to me because I'm retiring anyway..." "Then give him another chance, dad-blast it!" "...but you want to keep your job. Before you tell me there's a year for the public to forget, all you need is for Will to get in trouble one more time and I can guarantee you they won't forget. You may not squeak by after this rape trial, even if I send him to Canon City. He's crossed paths unfavorably with far too many people here. Now, the people in this district are fairly tolerant, but they aren't stupid. If he gets away with this, they'll know why, and you'll be out of here and back in private practice. Of course, you'd have to move because nobody in this town would hire you." Wilson pressed his lips together and glared at Green for a moment. Then his voice grew quiet. "Buck won't charge that Lopez boy with assault. I want to you to force him to do so." "No." Wilson nodded. "Very well." He pulled a document from a desk drawer and signed it. "Then," he said, folding the document and waving it at Green, "I'm filing suit against him." "Go ahead. What do you think your chances will be when the jury learns that the injuries occurred while the Lopez boy was trying to stop an attempted rape in progress, and that Will is charged with the crime?" "I'll see to it that the prejudicial charges are excluded from testimony." Harry Green grunted a tired laugh. "You're welcome to try. I might even retire early and defend the boy myself, William. Pro bono." Wilson straightened in his chair. "You have just admitted a bias in favor of that Lopez brat, which implies a bias against Will. I demand you recuse yourself!" "If you wish. But you might want to check the schedule first. If it's not me, then there's at least an eighty percent chance that it will be Harry Fairfax presiding. He'll refuse to dismiss the charges and he'll never permit a plea bargain. And you know how Harry sentences this type of offense. You'll be very old before Will walks the street again if he's the judge." Wilson collapsed inward, as if he were a deflating balloon, and slumped back in his chair. "Well, a change of venue then...." Someone knocked on the door, hard and fast. "Judge Wilson? Your honor?" The voice was high and strained and insistent. Wilson looked up and sighed. "What is it, Lucas?" Wilson's bailiff, a small, solid mountain named Lucas Caldwell, rushed in, his ever-present clipboard tucked smartly under his left arm and his tie as crooked as ever. He spotted Green, and said, "Oh, Judge Green. Looking for you, too. Judge Wilson, Will escaped." Wilson's eyes narrowed. "What?" "Hospital sent him over for the hearing. Doobie Jenkins was in their cell. Made himself a jailhouse knife. Sarrel got it away from him, wrestled him to the floor. While he was down, Will kicked him in the temple. Hard. Three, maybe four times. Medics took him to the emergency room. Nichols went to get Molly. Likely she'll learn she's a widow when she gets there." Green closed his eyes and smoothed down his narrow white mustache with a forefinger. "How'd they get out?" "Will and Sarrel started screaming Doobie was having a seizure. He was twitching at the time. Quit as Billy Carstairs--that new kid they hired last month?--got there. Carstairs saw him go limp. Ignored procedure and rushed into the cell alone to see about Doobie. They jumped him. Things get hazy after that. Chief's sorting it out. Somehow got away. Carjacked a ride, _somehow_ managed to get lost from pursuit. Carstairs is still a hostage." Wilson's face reddened. He jerked his bulk to his feet and shouted, "How do you know Will did anything to Jenkins? Sarrel did it! Will wouldn't do anything like that!" Caldwell shrugged an apology. "Three witnesses in the facing cell. Saw the whole thing." "_Criminals?_ They're _not_ credible witnesses!" "William, please," Green sighed in a tired voice. "Shut up. It's too late now. Whether it's murder or it's accessory to murder, either way Will's now earned that title of 'criminal'." Wilson's secretary stuck her head through the door. "They abandoned the car and stole another one at Wizard Basin. Billy was stabbed and left in the car. Lost a lot of blood, but it looks like he'll live." Wilson dropped the lawsuit filing as he sat. It bounced off the edge of the desk and landed in the floor, to be crushed under a caster as he rolled his chair forward. He put his elbows on the desk and buried his face in his hands. "But he's just a boy!" he sobbed. ~ ~ ~ Marti McCauley saw the package and grinned. "Another cartoon?" she asked as she opened the storm door. "No, ma'am. It's something special that I hope he will like and make him feel better since he's not able to go adventuring right now." Marti hugged her shoulders. "Honey, I'm sure that anything you give him will be something he will like." She shrugged. "Unless it's the flu or bubonic plague. That, he might not like." Wynter giggled, handed over the package, and removed her raincoat. "I came early to get it here before the rain started, so the paper and ribbon wouldn't get wet." "That was a good idea because it's wrapped so beautifully. The rain will start at any second now." Large drops began splashing on cue. Wynter looked at the falling rain and then goggled at Marti, who shrugged and waved a hand at the precipitation. "It's a gift. Gypsy blood," she said, causing more giggles from Wynter. "I just took Jimmy some pineapple-orange juice. Would you like some?" she asked, exchanging the package for the raincoat, which she hung on the hallway coat rack. "No, thank you. I don't care for pineapple." Marti wondered briefly if she should take her son another flavor, but realized it would be too late now. "Something else? Plain orange or apple or maybe some lemonade?" "Apple would be nice. We can take it when we go up and you can see Jimmy's present when he unwraps it." Marti smiled and motioned for Wynter to precede her into the kitchen. "I'm not sure Jimmy would want me there when he opens it. I'll see it later." Wynter slowed and turned her head to gape up at her. Marti wondered if she'd accidentally said, "Jimmy would rather see Suzie than you." "Sure he would," Wynter said. "Unless you think maybe he won't like it." _Damn!_ She had forgotten how sensitive the girl was to criticism, even if it was unintended. "Of course I don't. I just thought that since it's something special from you to him, he might not want any other people around." "Oh. I sort of thought that since I'd like to have my mom and dad there that...." She let it taper off. Her mind raced as she handed Wynter a glass and then opened the refrigerator. "Okay," she said as she poured. "It's Jimmy's present. We'll let him decide." She felt better when the coral lips parted and the perfect white teeth reappeared in a smile. Jimmy was sitting on the far side of his bed, his back to the door. He wore two sets of headphones, one attached to the portable CD player in his left hand and the other to the keyboard under his right. Marti waited until his fingers stopped moving on the keys and announced, "You have a visitor." She was amazed at how much her son's face brightened when he glanced over his shoulder and saw Wynter. His gaze lowered to the package briefly, but he didn't brighten any more. She didn't see how he could without igniting. "Hi!" he said, removing the headphones and turning gingerly to face them. "Hi! I brought you something. Is it okay if your mom stays while you open it?" A flicker of a frown found its way onto the bright face, as if he couldn't believe Wynter would ask that. "Well, of course." Wynter grinned up at her. Any other girl would have said, "Told you so!" but Wynter was too much like Jimmy. Marti, however, could clearly see the words in the girl's expression before she placed her apple juice on the night stand and handed her package to Jimmy. Marti noticed that her son managed to brush Wynter's hand and keep the contact for just an instant longer than was necessary. She honestly concurred with her son's assessment of the quality of wrapping and commented on the color coordination between the paper and the ribbon. Truth be told, she was eager to see what constituted Wynter's idea of "something special" after that wonderful _Star Wars_ characters lampoon. Jimmy carefully removed the paper. "Oh, wow! More Bristol board!" Wynter turned an exasperated face to her. "He's getting to be too much like Daddy." Marti nodded. "His father's the same way. I think all men are like that." Jimmy made his own exasperated face. "Just for that, I'm going to be the only one to see it first. And with that, he slid the top board away. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "_Holy shit!_" he whispered in a reverent tone. Which was Marti's clue that it was, indeed, something extraordinary. She said nothing about his language as his eyes roamed over whatever he was seeing. "Mom? C'mere. You _gotta see this!_" Wynter moved aside so that she could stand there and look at... "_Holy shit!_" she heard herself whisper, no more in control of her words than Jimmy had been. She gazed at the two deer standing by the stream. They seemed to breathe. Magpies and jays and sparrows and bluebirds sat on branches or soared with the butterflies around the deer. A trout was in the water, and a squirrel in the foreground ate a pine cone, dribbling debris from its mouth while a ladybug perched atop its head. And it was all done with colored pencils. What on earth could the girl do if she learned to paint with oils or acrylics? For a minute she and her son pointed to different areas and commented on what they saw. Suddenly she realized they were ignoring Wynter. She jerked her head up and saw the girl standing quietly, her hands clasped in front of her, her chin down and her ponytail hanging over her left shoulder, but with a happy, if expectant, look on her face. And Marti McCauley felt terribly out of place. She rose--when did she sit down on the edge of the bed?--and held her arms out. Wynter stepped into them, and she hugged the girl the way she hugged her son. "I can't believe how beautiful that is! Wait until Keith gets home tonight and sees it. Thank you for doing that for Jimmy, dear. He was right when he said he was lucky to have you for his best friend." She heard a faint gasp from Wynter. "Now," she said, releasing her, "I have work to do downstairs. If you need me, just yell." She couldn't leave without one final, and long, look at the drawing. On her way out she straightened the cartoon, which hung beside the door. ~ ~ ~ Jimmy held out his hand and nodded to the spot beside him on the bed. Wynter placed her hand in his and bent for a quick kiss before sitting down. He thought he was going to float out of the bed. When she was settled he handed her the Bristol board. "Would you put this on the night stand for me? I'll add it to my collection later." As she put it on the night stand she said, "Smarty pantses don't get their medicine from their doctors." When she turned back to him he frowned. "Isn't that unethical?" She pursed her lips and pushed them to one side in thought. "You're right," she said and leaned forward for a long, wonderful kiss. Somewhere in the middle of it, for just an instant, he thought he felt her lips part and something warm and soft and wet touch his, but then it was gone. He held his drawing away in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around her. When he squeezed, she sighed in what he thought was a happy sound and circled her arms about him. It was their first hug-and-squeeze kiss, and it was rapture. He opened his eyes slowly afterward and saw hers still closed for a moment before they, too, crept open, sparkling with delight. He knew his face was grinning the way hers suddenly did. "Wow!" was all he could say, and only in a whisper. Her own voice was a breathy whisper. "That's what I was going to say!" "Um, Kenny was right, you know." She looked like she was trying to stop grinning, but she was having no more luck than he was. "About what?" "Falling on the bar was worth it for a kiss from you. Especially that one. I mean, I love the drawing. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! Well, um, except for, um, well, you. But the kiss was even better." Her head lowered slightly but she kept her eyes on his. "You don't have to land on the bar again just to have another one, okay? Just ask." He nodded. "I like that idea lot better. Did you get any sleep while you were doing this? When did you find time to draw it?" "I had to do something to stay away from Aunt Dumb and Uncle Bozo." She looked like she was about to say something else but had changed her mind. He didn't press. If she wanted to tell him, she would when the time was right. "Oh! They're gone! Mother told them to get out." He gave her a big grin and nodded his head to let her know he understood her relief. He felt Wynter's hand caress his back and realized with a start that they still held each other. "You said I don't have to land on the bar again, just ask? I'm asking." He wasn't sure how long that kiss lasted, but it sure wasn't long enough. They released each other as he heard the phone ring. He stayed upright and put the painting in front of them. Wynter snuggled up against him, took his hand, and started commenting on different objects in the picture. Both heads snapped up when they heard his mom scream, "_Oh, my God!_" and come rushing up the stairs, calling their names in a frightened voice. ~ ~ ~ Richard carried his empty coffee mug down to the kitchen for a refill. He had an error in a spreadsheet and could not find it. He thought a break for additional caffeine might help his subconscious mind work out which formula was causing the problem. He glanced out the kitchen window at the rain. Well, it had been a dry summer, and they needed the moisture. He heard Angie talking on her phone, so he didn't bother her. Dragon, not having Wynter around, had moved to assume his secondary role as Angie's shadow. _A sugar cookie would be good with this_, he decided and reached for the cookie jar. Only a few remained. They weren't as soft as they had been, but he was planning to dunk it anyway. The rattling of the cookie jar lid brought Dragon to inspect. "You, too, boy?" he asked and reached for the green dragon-shaped jar of doggie treats when Dragon's tail wagged in response. He heard Angie say, "Goodbye," and then follow that with something her mother would never have approved of. He tossed a doggie cookie to Dragon and ambled to his wife's office. She was sitting with her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands. She looked up when he entered but didn't release her head. "Sometimes I'd rather deal with Diane than with Pete. He has the rare ability to actually make her sound rational." "You want me to go find her and bring her back?" he asked around a mouthful of cookie. "Fuck you." He swallowed and shrugged. "I've got time if you do." "You...." The house phone rang. She shook her grinning head at him and answered it. "Oh," she said in a bright voice. "Hi, Joe. How's...." Her face went ghastly white, as did her fingers when she tightened them around the receiver. Her panic-filled eyes turned to Richard as her tight throat squeezed out, "Oh, fuck! Oh, no!" Richard's mind flashed to Tuesday's phone call telling him about the attack on Wynter. His world reeled, and he had to sit down before he fainted while waiting for the bad news. ~ ~ ~ "Yes, Mrs. Holland," Kenny said for at least the three hundred and fiftieth time in the past two minutes. Suzie had called and asked him to come over for some "special practice sessions," and here Mrs. Holland was, repeating everything Mom said whenever he left the house as well as everything she always told him. He was wearing his silly raincoat even though it wasn't raining yet, just to get Mrs. Holland to stop bugging him. Suzie had said, "We won't have much time while Mother is gone," and he could only interpret that phrase plus "special practice sessions" one way. Mrs. Holland heard a crash and went back into house to see what Charlie had done. Kenny made good his escape. He headed south on Chaparral Street since that was the shortest way to Suzie's. Eventually he'd have to take Cheyenne Road, the main north-south street, to Harbor Club Road, where he could begin the westward zig-zags to Suzie's house. It was a shame that Suzie didn't live as close to him as Wynter did to Jimmy. Because of Porcupine Creek, getting from his house to hers was one of the most convoluted treks in the town. Getting to Wynter's or Jimmy's was much easier: half a block north and then west on Seabridge Trail, stop when you get there. He guessed that taking Seabridge to Ninth might be faster, but the distance looked longer on the map, so he wasn't going that way. Four houses down he saw a real estate agent putting a sign in the Hamiltons' front yard. Mr. Hamilton had died of old age two years ago, and Mrs. Hamilton, a frail woman, was steadily getting less able to care for herself. He knew it was just a matter of time before she had to move into The Haven in the Pines, and it looked like her time had arrived. He vaguely remembered The Haven from the short time his great-grandmother had been a resident when he was little, and he hoped Mrs. Hamilton would be happy there. Too bad Suzie didn't live in the Hamilton house. Or maybe some nice girl with bigger tits. _Tits!_ He pedaled faster. Suzie said her mother was almost always gone two hours. He didn't want to get there after Mrs. Middleton left and lose precious minutes that _Studman_ could put to good use enjoying Suzie's hidden charms. He liked the name "Studman" a little better than "Superstud," but he was waiting before making a final choice. He wondered if he could get Wynter to draw a cartoon of him in a tight, crotchless leotard, with a flowing, bright red cape and a massive erection that was causing naked women to swoon and lie down before him. _Probably not_. He thought about fixing his raincoat so that it could flutter behind him like a cape. And that's when the rain began. ~ ~ ~ _Studman_ wondered if he could sneak away for a little action with Caroline. Suzie had wanted to practice French kissing. After five minutes she had excused herself and went to Caroline's room for a consultation on techniques. Caroline had followed her back to Suzie's room and showed her, using Kenny as the demonstration aid, what she was doing wrong. Caroline let him feel her titties while they kissed. It was the highlight of Kenny's day to that point. Caroline's advice was, of course, what Kenny had been saying all along. She followed Caroline's advice and stopped forcing her mouth wide open, as if Kenny was a Future Dentist instead of a Future Gynecologist. She also began sucking on his tongue and chasing it back into his mouth with her own, where he tried to show her how to tongue-wrestle. When Caroline went back to her room, Suzie had them stand in front of the mirror and practice, checking for what she thought would be most arousing to Jimmy, without once asking Kenny what he thought. They had wasted almost _forty-five minutes_ of _Studman_'s precious two hours! Suzie stepped back and put her right hand under her left elbow. She held her chin in the curve of her left thumb and forefinger and tapped her right toes as she stared into the mirror, thinking. "Um...." Her head snapped around to him. "_WHAT?_" He flinched. "Well, you told me I should have told you how to handle a guy's balls. I thought while you were, uh, thinking that you might want to, uh... practice? "Why? So I can play with your stupid balls in front of Jimmy? How's _that_ going to make the goofy dolt jealous instead of pissed off?" That was his confirmation that this afternoon was to be a Make-Jimmy-Jealous situation. He'd thought that was Caroline's message when she grinned at him and nodded when Suzie wasn't looking. "Ah. Well, uuuhhh.... I thought that if you got the chance to handle Jimmy's again, you'd want to be prepared. You never know when opportunity will knock." Kenny desperately hoped that it was banging on his own door at that very moment. Anger faded to puzzlement. After a moment's thought she replied, "Well, I don't think I'll get the chance if you and... _She_... are there. We'll practice that later, when I'm going to have time to be alone with him. But now, let's pretend that Jimmy's lying at the bottom of the mirror. You put your arm around me like this." Kenny let her drag his arm around her. She placed his hand just above the bend of his elbow. When she released it, he slid it toward her right titty. "_Kenny!_" She jerked into a turn to face him, forcing his hand away. He put on his "phony mask of genuine sincerity" and said, "I thought if he noticed me barely touching it and both of us enjoying it, he might realize he was missing out on something. Sorry." Her eyebrows arched, her lower lip pushed upward as she stared at the floor, and she shrugged with one shoulder. "Maybe. Okay. But right now just put your hand on my arm." She grabbed it and slapped it into place, holding on for a moment as waiting for it to glue itself into place. "Now, we look down there where he's lying, and then I'll say something and turn to you. You'll look into my eyes and pretend you like me...." "Um, Suzie? Why should I have to pretend I like you when I already do?" She started to huff at the interruption, but the words stopped her. She gave him that look that said she wasn't about to believe anything he had said. "You don't have to pretend?" "Heck, no. I told you when I took the blame for you that you're my friend. How could you be my friend if I didn't like you?" "Is this a joke, Kenny?" "Look, Caroline's in her room alone. I'll bet I could be in there with her having a _really_ good time, but I'm here trying to help you. That either means I like you or I'm crazy." Her face told him which options she believed. But she turned so that they were both facing the mirror again, said "Okay," and put his hand back on her arm, this time sliding it forward until the fingertips had reached his goal. His _first_ goal, that is. He felt a surge in his groin as he slowly began circling the fingertips against the side of her double-covered little hemisphere. Suzie started to say something, then looked down at his moving fingertips, then looked him in the eye. He put on his most pleased expression, which wasn't hard to do at all, and said in a breathy whisper, "Damn! I can't believe how much nicer that is than Caroline's!" Which was the truth. Caroline didn't have much padding between skin and rib cage. Suzie's was soft yet firm to his touch. She looked surprised for a moment and then sly as she said, "Really?" "Yeah! I hope I make you feel as good as you're making me feel. I really want to, you know." She flashed a grinning "So there!" sort of look at the door, toward Caroline's room, and then smiled warmly at him. "Let's turn this way so you don't have to move your hand and Jimmy can see where you're touching." He let himself be guided. "And now let's kiss like this." He had to admit that this time he put more effort into the kiss. Suzie noticed and put one hand on the back of his head--her left one, which meant that he didn't lose fingertip contact with the orb of his desire--and pulled him into the kiss. He slid the fingertips forward until he could just feel the hard little nipple, and then began stroking the soft flesh at its base. Caroline had taught him that trick, and it was a good one because Suzie suddenly inhaled. When she pulled back he felt the grin spread uncontrollably over his face. "Wow! That was the best kiss I ever had!" "Me, too," she said with a giggle. He was a gentleman--this time--and didn't ask how many other boys she'd kissed. He knew that answer, anyway. "My!" she said, moving back and causing his hand to slide until the fingertips were barely grazing her arm. "It's warm in here. Maybe I'd be cooler if I took this off." His heart leapt as she reached under the hem of her blouse, but she merely unhooked the front of the bra. She then reached through each sleeve, pulled the strap down until she could remove it from her arm, and then pulled the pink garment down behind, tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. _One down, three to go_, he thought. Then he changed it to four, and then seven to go, assuming each shoe and sock counted separately. He stepped forward and put his hands on her upper arms. She flinched, then relaxed. "I thought you were going to grab them. Were you planning to play with both of them in front of Jimmy?" Fortunately he'd expected the question. "I wish I could. But only if you wanted me to. I would love it if you could enjoy it while I massaged them for you in front of him. Like this." He let his hands slowly slide to cup those soft, warm titties, giving her time to tell him to stop. He wondered if stopping would be as difficult as moving slowly was. This sure was a heck of a time to learn patience. However, this way was about as much fun learning it as he could think of. They filled his small hands. He began a slow, gentle massage, watching her eyelids droop and her eyes glaze over as her lips parted. A tiny moan soon crept from her throat. "This is how you massage a guy's balls. Softly and gently. A little more than a caress, but not much more or it will hurt. But I think Jimmy's will be too sore for even this much for another week or so." Several seconds later he couldn't resist any longer and started playing with her left nipple while his right hand rubbed all of its toy. He thought he'd die if he couldn't go jack off soon. When she moaned again he added, "I hope I'm doing it right. I don't know as much about what girls' tits like compared to what my balls like. I want you to enjoy it." Caroline had told him that when Suzie voiced her masturbation fantasies aloud, she always had "Jimmy" or... or "Chipper..." say how much he wanted to please her. He'd reasoned that he'd have success with that procedure. "If there's anything I could do better, please tell me so that I can make it better for you." He could just imagine what all the guys at school would say if they could hear him say _that_ line. But that's okay. He was standing here playing with Suzie's titties, and they could only play with themselves. And the look of satisfaction on Suzie's face grew stronger. And something else was there. Desire, perhaps? She looked down at his hands. Her eyes quickly focused farther down. "You've got a stiffy!" It was an accusation despite the pleasure in her voice. He put on his "phony mask of genuine sincerity" and said, "Well, of course I do. What guy wouldn't be turned on, standing here with a pretty girl and playing with the prettiest and nicest tits I've ever seen or felt." She looked surprised. "You've seen them?" "Yeah, the day..." how the heck should he word this one to keep from pissing her off? "The day I was... well, I was an ass and got you grounded when we were out on the porch. I'm really and truly sorry about that." He winced when he realized he'd used one of Wynter's phrases. He hoped it wouldn't make Suzie any madder if she chose to be pissed off about his getting her grounded. Instead, she looked down and drilled one toe into the carpet. He stopped playing with her goodies but didn't release them. "So, you've, um, already seen them?" He nodded. "Yeah." "So, you know about the, um...." "Yeah. I figure that makes me special." She looked up, her face clearly indicating she thought a joke was coming at her expense. "Special?" she asked in a cool voice. "Yeah! Everybody else out there is playing with ordinary, everyday titties. I'm getting to play with some that are specially decorated. That makes me one of a kind. I feel like that's sorta special because nobody else gets to. Don't you?" Her eyes moved back and forth as she looked deep into each of his. "You really mean that?" "Heck yeah!" And, he guessed, he really did. "You don't think it's ugly?" "Of course not." And he meant that, too. Okay, it wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as one without a birthmark, but it certainly wasn't ugly, either. "Oh." She looked faraway and tapped her foot. "I'm getting tired of standing up. Let's sit on the edge of the bed. We can practice kissing there. Is it getting warmer in here?" Kenny thought it was and said so. She started to lift her blouse. "Suzie? Could I do that for you? If it would make you happy, of course." She shrugged, looking uncertain again. "Sure." He bent forward, and as he lifted, he kissed her abdomen, the bottom of her sternum, and up her sternum as each inch was exposed. He stopped at the top of her sternum and kissed his way down to her right nipple. He kissed it, took it in his mouth, swirled his tongue around it and sucked the way Caroline had taught him to do. He removed his mouth, kissed the birthmark, and then kissed a trail to her left nipple and repeated the swirl-and-suck. He'd been right: it was a fun thing to do for _both_ of them. He sure was glad he'd seen it on one of the Cinemax channel movies after he discovered the code for the satellite dish's parental control was Charlie's birth date. He kept the bright pink nipple in his mouth when the phone rang. "Oo anna et at?" he asked around it. "Caroline can get it," she said, holding his head in place with her arms and falling backward onto the mattress. He continued nibbling the hard little berry as he put his hand on the inside of her mid-thigh and slid it upward. He slowed at the leg of her shorts, but he didn't stop moving it higher. His fingers slid under the polyester and brushed soft, damp, hot cotton cloth over padding that resembled the tit in his mouth. Suzie shuddered and moaned. _YESSSS!!!_ He had just reached the ultimate goal, the Holy Grail of Femininity, the Nobel Sex Prize! The door flew open and Caroline rushed in. They lifted their heads to see her pallid face and wild, shocked eyes. She was gasping for air. "Kenny! That's your dad on the phone for you! There's trouble!" ~ ~ ~ Ron knocked on the door frame. Kevin Taylor, ashen-faced, was on the phone. He looked up with worried eyes and waved him in. "In fact, he's just arrived. Now, you stay there, son. I don't want any of you going out without someone along to protect you, even if it's only Mrs. Middleton. Don't leave unless you are with her or Ron. Tell Caroline to make sure all the doors and windows are closed and locked while you're waiting. I think that house has a basement. It does? Make sure those are locked, too. I'll get back to you. If you need something, you call. No, I mean it. I love you son. Bye." Ron dropped onto the padded chair as Kevin hung up the phone. "I don't think Mrs. Middleton will be much protection, Doc, even if it's only Dick who can do anything." "I know." He shook his head. "But it's the only way I can keep Kenny from doing something stupid on his own." Ron laughed and nodded his head. He knew the truth of that, just as he knew that "something stupid" would take the form of anything except what was obvious. Kenny always found some unusual way to get into a bind. "Joe says you're volunteering to be the shadow for all three of them? Isn't that stretching yourself awfully thin?" Ron searched his pockets. "Not really. While they'd most likely go after Kenny rather than Wynter or Jimmy, the one they really want, and the one they are most afraid of, is me." He found what he was looking for and wondered how they'd ended up in the wrong pocket. "They'll need an advantage for that," he said as he pulled out two peppermint candies and tossed one to Kevin, "and Billy Carstairs was unarmed. They'll need a gun before they'll come after me. Not," he added as he unwrapped his treat, "that it will do them any good unless they ambush me. Shoot me with my back turned." He popped the candy in his mouth and sighed happily. There were few things in life Ron liked better than peppermint candy. Thumping Will and Dick was among those few. Kevin nodded his thanks for the candy and unwrapped it. "What if they do that?" Ron laughed and scratched the top of his head. "They think I'm kidding when I tell them that if they kill me, I'll come back from the dead for revenge. They think I'm kidding, but they are also worried that it might be true." "And is it true?" Kevin placed the candy in his mouth, which told Ron just how nervous the doctor was. Any other time he'd have tossed it in the air and caught it on the descent. "You want to kill me and find out?" "No." "Damned smart move, Doc. Kenny's at the Middletons' house?" "Yeah. And Jimmy's still on bed rest, though I expect him to be up today or tomorrow. You young people heal a lot faster than we geezers do." "Geezer? As I remember, you won the last one-on-one at the basketball hoop." Kevin laughed, but the worry remained in his voice and on his face. "You accused me of cheating, remember?" Ron scratched his head again. "Oh. Yeah. You did." Kevin shook his head. "Kenny and Suzie were planning to visit Jimmy this afternoon. I'd like you to escort them if you're serious about being his shadow." "Of course I'm serious. I'm his guardian Angel. Remember?" "But I don't want to take you away from your work." Ron flipped a dismissive hand. "We were almost finished anyway. The rain ended it. The samples are no good after they've been rained on, and there's not enough summer left to wait for more and continue. Doctor Britt will pick these up this weekend, so I don't have to make a trip to Boulder. Look, I wouldn't worry if I were you. They'll not be seen here for a while. They'll want revenge against me, but they'll wait until they have an advantage, and they'll wait until they think people have dropped their guard. They are about as smart as toadstools in most areas, and I do mean stool samples from toads, but they are reasonably bright in criminal matters. They waited over six months before attacking Kenny again, and they waited until they thought I was out of town." Kevin obviously wasn't convinced, but he trusted Ron. They exchanged handshakes and Ron endured words of caution from someone who had at best a minimal idea of what he was talking about and no idea of who he was talking to. Like everyone else who hadn't crossed him, Kevin Taylor underestimated Ron Lopez. That was Ron's greatest asset. "And now," Kevin said, "I have to go tell Candis the bad news, before she hears it from someone else." Ron clapped him on the shoulder. "You're the doctor. Dispensing bad news is your job. Being bad news is mine. Kenny will be fine." ~ ~ ~ "Mom's wrong," Jimmy said as she left his room to check the locks. "With the patrols combing the streets, they won't try to come here while Will's injured. They'll get out of town and hide until he's healed. And I think they're smart enough to try to take Ron out before they try anything with anyone else. Or dumb enough. I can't think of anything dumber than them trying to take on Ron. I'd almost feel sorry for them if it weren't for what they did to Kenny and tried to do to you." "Are you sure?" The frightened look on Wynter's face wasn't for herself, he knew. She was worried about Ron, about Kenny, and about him. He held out an arm in invitation for her to sit on the bed with him. He wrapped it around her when she did. She trembled slightly, and that made him sad. "Of course." He had to get her mind off the subject of the two bullies. He reached for the portable CD player with his free hand. "Say, Mrs. Evers loaned me this. She said it was like some of the stuff I like listening to. Want to hear it?" "Sure. What is it?" "Tangerine Dream. Can I have my arm back for a minute to swap the headphones for the speakers?" "If I can have it back," she said with a grin, and then puckered and leaned toward him. Eventually she pulled away and let him swap the plugs. Jimmy was almost sorry about that. He couldn't think of anything better than kissing Wynter. _Wellllll.... NO! Don't think about THAT!_ Wynter was a lady and he was embarrassed that such a crude thought had slipped into his mind. "Who's it by?" Her question pulled him out of his roiling thoughts. "That's the group's name. I was listening to _Optical Race_. I really like it and was trying to learn it. This is it." He punched the Play button and the introductory drums burst forth. "It's much better on the big speakers, of course," he said as he replaced his arm around her. He closed his eyes as the bouncy tune swept him away with Wynter at his side. Halfway through he realized he could feel her body grazing his as she bounced along with the beat. He forced himself to think about the music. "Oh, wow!" she said when it ended and he hit the Stop button. "That's great! Um, would you mind if I learned it, too? I mean, it's sort of got two parts and it'd sound better if we played both of them together. If you don't mind." Little cold feet race up and down Jimmy's spine. "Mind? I'd love it! You want to come around to this side and I'll show you what I've figured out so far?" "Sure!" He watched her scurry around the end of the bed to sit on the other edge, by the keyboard. Her movements were almost in slow motion, and he was thrilled by the sight. Ten minutes later she had picked up what he showed her and had worked out most of another part herself. "Y'know, to really sound good, we'd need somebody to play drums while we did the rest," she said before she kissed him again. Jimmy decided that all they needed was to teach his heart to pound in the right rhythm when she kissed him and tape a microphone to his chest. Maybe they wouldn't even need the microphone. ~ ~ ~ You talk about throwing a bucket of cold water on a fire. Kenny had Suzie all heated up and ready for action with _Studman_, and those two lousy, stinking bastards had managed to make his life miserable once again, because now he wouldn't get to fuck Suzie. Or even Caroline. Both were fish-eyed nervous wrecks, jumping at the slightest sound and waiting for Will and Dick to break down the door and.... Well, he had no idea what their imaginations were conjuring because they were too scared to speak except single syllables and grunts. Suzie had put on her bra and blouse. AND a long-sleeved sweatshirt! Caroline wouldn't check the doors and windows unless both Kenny and Suzie went with her. And just as they finished, Mrs. Middleton returned home with the groceries. Caroline more or less accurately blurted out what had happened. Mrs. Middleton closed the garage door before letting them into the garage to help carry in the groceries. Ron arrived in time to help put things away, making for an awfully crowded kitchen until Ron organized tasks on a zone offense. Mrs. Middleton didn't insist Kenny leave, even though without his presence there was minimal danger to herself and her daughters. Kenny was sure that Ron had noticed that, too. "Mother, Kenny and I were planning to visit Jimmy this afternoon," Suzie said as the last of the groceries disappeared into the pantry. Mrs. Middleton put her hands on Suzie's shoulders and looked genuinely sympathetic. "Suzie, I'm not so sure that's a good idea now." Kenny tried to memorize what made that sympathetic look so convincingly real while Suzie stamped her right foot. "I haven't seen Jimmy since his accident, and now I can't go see him again? It's not _fair!_" "Suzanne...." Ron interrupted. "Mrs. Middleton, I'll take both of them there and return both safely home. Nothing will happen while I'm with them." That was exactly what Kenny feared, though Ron didn't mean what Kenny was thinking. After several minutes of discussion Mrs. Middleton called Mrs. McCauley while Caroline and Suzie made sandwiches. Neither daughter voiced her usual complaint about the arduous, back-breaking chore, Suzie because she didn't want to blow her chance to see Jimmy, and Caroline because she apparently had out-of-the-house plans of her own. Mrs. Middleton hung up the phone. "Wynter's already there, so Ron can protect all of you at the same time." Kenny watched Suzie out of the corner of his eye. Her lips had clamped together and her face flamed as red as _Studman_'s cape would be if he were wearing one. But it was white compared to how red it became when she learned that Wynter was staying through the evening while her parents went out to dinner. Sixteen Ron stood at attention in the door and bowed from the waist. "Good afternoon, Future Doctor King. How's our patient today?" Wynter grinned and curtsied. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lopez. He's not nearly as difficult as Senor Klutz." "No," Ron replied, noting from the shape of the bed covers that she obviously had been sitting on the edge of the bed next to the keyboard instead of the chair beside it, "I'm sure he isn't. Good afternoon, Mr. Less Difficult Patient. I do hope your recovery is proceeding with all possible speed. May I present my entourage of adoring followers? They can't get enough of me. First the most lovely and gracious flower to ever sprout on Wheeler Way, Miss Middleton." He flowed into the room and swept his arm toward the door in a graceful arc. Suzie swooped into the room like a puppy learning to walk. "Hi, Jimmy," she said in a coquettish tone. She curtsied in a manner suggesting she hadn't practiced that maneuver since she was four. The way she looked at Wynter when she noticed where Wynter had been sitting and the absence of a greeting for her spoke volumes to Ron. Wynter's "Hi, Suzie!" similarly went ignored. Jimmy's cool response was also informative to anyone who knew him as well as Ron did. "And last, but certainly least, a boy who was kicked out of a family of dwarves for being the runt of the litter, and a future Doctor himself if he can find a desperate enough medical school with absolutely no standards and a disposition to accept bribery, Mr. Kevin Kenneth Tayloooor," Ron paused for a dramatic breath, and then said in a flat, quiet voice, "Junior." Kenny clomped into the room, gave Ron his best "Your turn's coming!" look, and then bowed at Wynter. "Good afternoon, Future MD King." After she responded in kind he said, "And good afternoon, Captain Blackballs the Pirate. How're they hanging today? Or hasn't Wynter removed your jockstrap to let 'em hang yet? _*OW!*_" Ron had thumped the back of his head with a snap of his forefinger. "Mind your manners, Possible Future Doctor Kenneth. There are ladies present." That earned him a grinning, red-faced giggle from Wynter and a very appreciative look and nod from Suzie. While the latter wasn't in the same category as the parting of the Red Sea, Ron knew it was the greatest miracle he was going to observe that day. "I must apologize for Kenneth. Dwarf children don't learn manners until the age of sixty or so. Entourage, you may approach the patient." Kenny extended his elbow to Suzie and escorted her to the bedside, where she released his arm and put hers around his waist. Kenny's snaked around below her shoulders. Ron thought the move looked... he couldn't pin it down. _Rehearsed_, he decided. It wasn't a natural motion. He spotted the drawing on the nightstand. "Holy frijole, kemo sabe! Where'd this come from?" A dead person might not have noticed the look Jimmy gave Wynter, but nobody else could have missed it. Or the huff from Suzie. "It's a get well present from Wynter. It's the deer and her baby we saw at the creek Sunday afternoon. Isn't it wonderful?" Ron held the picture before him and let it draw him in. He stood in the forest and smelled the musky scent of the deer, the perfume of the foreground flowers, the tang of the pine needles, and the richness of the loam where old vegetation decayed, returning its nutrients to the poor soil. The blue jay screeched, while the sparrows twittered. Porcupine Creek plashed around the log he remembered just off the right edge of the picture, and the squirrel's teeth sounded like a tiny buzz saw ripping through the pine cone. He opened his mouth to compliment what he saw. What came out was a soft, "_Holy shit!_" He barely noticed the same comment from Kenny several seconds later. He pulled himself back into the room with an effort and looked at Wynter, who had one hand on the edge of Jimmy's bed and a hopeful, questioning look on her beautiful face. "No wonder Senor Klutz can't do anything right. You have all the talent in the family. Is there anything you can't do better than everyone else?" Her reply was immediate. "Oh, sure. Kenny's much better at diagnosis. Jimmy understands organic chemistry better and is lots better on keyboards, especially with baroque and jazz music. And nobody in the whole state is a better swimmer than Suzie, even if the girl from Alamosa did win last year. Those judges made a mistake." Instead of acknowledging Wynter's compliment, Suzie smirked at Jimmy and tugged Kenny a little tighter against herself. That made it much easier for Ron to sort out the social dynamics as he replaced the picture on the nightstand and everybody began talking at once. Common topics quickly emerged and took over. When he noticed that Suzie was being left out of the conversation, he guided it to swimming and skiing, two things he knew she was interested in and was good at. But shortly thereafter, as the only unpaired person in the room, he was decidedly a fifth wheel. He excused himself, saying he would see if Marti needed any help. He found her dusting the family room. He grabbed a cloth and started on the shelves by the patio door without asking her if she needed help. He knew what her answer would be if he asked first, and he wasn't willing to take "No" for an answer. "Interesting social dynamic playing out upstairs," he said. Marti gave him a sly grin. "You noticed?" "It's difficult not to notice a porcupine in your soup tureen." When she stopped dusting an end table and frowned at him he added, "It loses a little in the translation." Her head tilted sideways. "That's a Mexican proverb?" He grinned. "Un unh. Pig Latin." "Oh, you.... I swear, Ron. One of the days I'm going to realize when you're setting me up. Nobody's going to blame you on the milkman instead of Joe. You're too much like him." "Thank you!" For Ron there was no higher praise. "How much of that," he indicated the second floor with a jerk of his head, "have you worked out? Other than the fact that Wynter and Jimmy are," he paused, lowered his voice an octave, and said slowly, "'just friends'." Ron knew what a happy woman looked like. Marti McCauley was a happy woman when she said, "Oh, they're no longer 'just friends.' Now they're 'best friends'." Ron chuckled. "It's about time _they_ realized that. Is this you?" He held out the framed photograph he was dusting. "Yes. That's Grampa Mercer, my mother's step-dad, holding me. I was three." "So you've been beautiful all your life? It wasn't just something you started after you were swept off your feet by my presence?" She grinned at him as he replaced the picture the shelf. "Do you reuse all of your dad's lines?" "Most of them. It's hard to improve on perfection." "Yeah," she sighed with a nod. "You do. I think that's his favorite one." "The way I see it," he said, getting back to the subject as he started in on another shelf, "Jimmy and Wynter are... _best_... friends. Suzie's not happy. She has her sights set on Jimmy. But she's made him mad." "You think so?" "You ever see him treat somebody with tolerance instead of respect?" She thought a moment. "Just old man... oh. And he's doing that with Suzie now? Must be a new development. Maybe it's just because Wynter's his 'best friend' now." "That's not the Jimmy I know. Not the one you know, either. Something's changed him, and to do that he'd have to be really mad at her. Unless he's suddenly become a different person." She laughed. "Ron, he's been doing that for over a year, now. Something about this town makes you kids reach puberty early. But, no, not that different. You're probably right." "Suzie's aware of it, too. I think she's using Kenny to make Jimmy realize he made a mistake in choosing Wynter over her." Marti straightened, placed her hands against the small of her back, and stretched. "What makes you think so?" "Because of the way she's suddenly cuddling up to Kenny. She didn't even look at him half the time at her house or after they got here, but now, upstairs, they have their arms around each other. And the whole thing just looks phony." She thought about that as he moved to the last shelf. "When you're done with that one," she said, "I have some iced tea the way you like it. And I just happen to have a bag of peppermints, too. I'll trade some for details on your summer research project. So do you think she's going to take Jimmy away from Wynter?" "I think she's going to try, but the Rockies will win the World Series first. She's making a huge mistake that's going to backfire. Okay, I'm ready for that tea now." He stood and folded the cloth. Marti looked at him for a moment. "Are you sure you're only sixteen?" "Not for another couple of weeks, actually." She shook her head. "I swear, Ron, if Jimmy turns out to be as sharp as you, we might have to shoot him for self-protection." He grinned. "I don't think Wynter would let you." ~ ~ ~ _Fuck!_ Suzie knew things could be worse, but at the moment she just couldn't see how. If she squeezed Kenny any closer to her left side she'd bruise her ribs. She'd maneuvered them farther to Jimmy's left so that he'd have to look at her instead of Wynter to his right, but he barely looked at her when she spoke. And Kenny was getting almost as little notice, too, as Jimmy's eyes kept drifting back to... _Her_. Talk centered around school starting. She said she hoped she would share some of her classes with Jimmy so that he could help her with the difficult ones. She was counting on alphabetical seating with no last names between theirs and a lot of names between "King" and "McCauley." Jimmy's response was yet another stupid saying that, as usual, made no sense to her. He obviously needed a _lot_ of training. As soon as Jimmy looked at Wynter again, which wasn't long at all, she twitched her arm as a signal for Kenny to touch her boobie. The stupid dolt thought she was trying to tell him to turn loose, and he did. Jimmy was still looking away. She looked at Kenny, grabbed his left butt cheek and squeezed hard, and dropped her eyes to indicate her boobies. He frowned for a second and then caught on. All the men she knew were dolts, but at least this one could follow orders, unlike Jimmy. Kenny clasped her upper right arm again and slid his fingers to contact her boobie. _Yeah! Kenny can follow orders._ She hadn't thought about that. And he understood subtle, too--more or less. Unlike the _other_ man in the room. Kenny's fingertips made tiny circles against the side of her boobie. She felt a jolt like electricity shoot from her boobie to her cunny. _Hey, that feels pretty damned good!_ It was even better than having Jimmy rub the "cramp" out of her leg, especially since she wasn't wearing a stupid bra. Jimmy's eyes finally returned to them, only to drop to what Kenny's hand was doing. Suzie also saw... _Her_... eyes widen and stare. She just knew Little Miss Future MD had no idea of how good it felt to have your boobies stroked by someone else. Little Miss Professional Virgin probably didn't even touch hers except through a stupid washcloth. Suzie twitched her arm slightly--being careful not to scare the dolt off--as a signal to make bigger circles. Instead, Kenny's fingers lessened their pressure began sliding down the curve and underneath, to the bottom, then returning to the side over period of several seconds. It was making her cunny wet. She remembered how excited she'd been when he'd almost had his fingers in her panties. But then his stupid dad had called and interrupted. She was surprised to find herself wishing that he'd had time to get her off first. Her clitty was responding to the boobie-stroking with aching need. She dropped her hand to his butt cheek again, but this time she merely gave it gentle strokes. She was on fire now. She wondered if there were some way she could let Kenny get her off before they had to go home. She was so desperate that she'd even let him muff dive her right here in front of everybody. _Who knows? It might be fun Caroline said it was, and she was right about how Kenny could suck boobies_. Jimmy's soft voice was more jarring than a dynamite blast. "If we're an inconvenience, Wynter and I can go join Ron and Mom, and you two can use this bed." Her eyes focused. She was staring at the wall. She looked at him. He didn't look happy. And Little Miss Future MD was all wide-eyed and red in the face. Suzie guessed you got embarrassed like that when you'd never had anyone play with your boobies before. "What? Oh. I guess I got distracted by a _real_ man." "You mean the kind that knows how to kiss?" _He remembered!_ She guessed maybe the dolt _could_ grasp subtle if it was obvious enough. "Yeah. Like this." She turned and grabbed Kenny's face between her hands, opened her mouth, and pulled him forward. Nobody in the room was more surprised than Kenny, but he responded immediately. She made sure that their faces were turned just _so!_ She made sure that Jimmy could see her tongue writhing into Kenny's mouth and her sucking his back into her own. Kenny moaned slightly. He put one hand behind her head and the other on her butt, crushing her body to his. Her eyes unfocused again. When Kenny finally drew back, she was gasping for air and her clitty was demanding attention. If she'd had Caroline's gift vibrator, she'd have used it on herself right there on the floor. She turned to the two shocked faces, one still bright red, gaping at them. "That's how a real man kisses. Too bad you don't know how." "Who says he doesn't?" She was almost as surprised to hear Wynter speak as she was at her words. Wynter's face was still red, but it wasn't red in the same way as seconds earlier. "Him? He wouldn't know a real kiss if he had one. Or what to do with it." She finished with her best smirk, the one she saved for special occasions. Like when she was showing up a rival woman trying to steal _Her Man_. Wynter continued to glare for a moment, her fists on the points of her hips. Then she nodded slightly, as if to herself, and muttered two words Suzie just knew she'd misunderstood if they had come from... _Her_. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing Jimmy, and wrapped her left arm around Jimmy's neck and her right around his waist. He jumped, then relaxed and turned his head slightly so that his nose wouldn't bump hers as it closed the distance. Several long seconds later Suzie heard both of them moan and then sigh. More long seconds followed. Many more. Jimmy's arms folded around Wynter, and one hand made slow circles on her back. _Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck, FUCK!_ Something had gone wrong with her plan! No, not some_thing_. Some_one!_ _She_... had interfered. Now what was she going to do? She should have waited. Trust Little Miss Perfection to choose _this_ moment to decide to learn how... _Wait a minute. Those two know exactly what they're doing. This isn't their first time kissing! FUCK!_ She turned back to Kenny and dropped her hand between them. The stupid dolt had a stiffy! She snarled in a low whisper, "You're supposed to be helping me, not getting a stiffy from watching them, damn it!" Kenny gulped at the feel of her hand squeezing his favorite toy and shook his head. "That's not what gave me the boner. You did." She blinked, and then frowned in suspicion. "Is that a joke?" "No," he whispered. "I got it when you played with my ass. I was trying to keep from getting one while I was playing with your titty, but then you did that and I lost control. I'm really horny and it's all because of you. Honest!" Suzie stared at him for a moment, then scooted closer and rubbed her cunny against his crotch. "Yeah? Well, you made me real horny, too. Listen, um, you think, maybe, you might wanna go home with me and, um, maybe get away from Mom and, um.... Well, you wanna muff dive me?" Kenny grinned behind his crooked glasses. "I'd rather eat you than triple-fudge ice cream," he whispered. They didn't really need to speak quietly. Nobody else in the room was paying them the slightest bit of attention. ~ ~ ~ Wynter felt her face redden as soon as Kenny and Suzie left. "You, um, aren't mad at me for doing that, are you?" Jimmy's familiar grin sat under dinner-plate-sized eyes and made her heart feel too big for her chest as one of his hands closed over hers. "Heck no! It's what I wanted to do with you, but I was afraid you'd be mad at me if I did it 'cause it would be too personal or something. Wow! It was even better than I'd imagined, and it was so... so... so _special!_ And it was okay for you to kiss me in front of them. I figured Kenny wouldn't say anything after, um, after what he'd been doing." She felt the red vanish as her smile spread. "Yeah, it really was special! And I thought so, too. About Kenny. So that's why I did it." His shy grin spread wider. "Well, you can do it again if you want to." Did she ever! She crushed his body to hers, opened her mouth, and poked his lips with her tongue, then let his into her mouth for the second time ever. He wasn't as good as Daddy with his technique, but it was heavenly just the same. And Daddy had said that she should teach him to be better at kissing. She decided to show him by example and forced his tongue back into his mouth. As she writhed her tongue around his and swept it behind his teeth she felt a brief pang. She wished Jimmy would rub her tits--no, her _breasts_; Jimmy was to polite to say "tits"--the way Kenny had rubbed Suzie's. And that thought made her mad at herself. Jimmy was too polite to do that, and here she was, selfishly wishing he'd change just to meet her needs. It wasn't fair of her to do that. Well, she couldn't apologize directly to him in words because she didn't want to embarrass him, but she could do so with her actions. She forced her anger into her tongue and it exploded with renewed energy. Jimmy first did a muffled gasp of surprise and then the longest, happiest sigh she had ever heard. ~ ~ ~ Kenny was trying desperately not to hump the mattress and bring about an orgasm as Suzie's hands crushed his face into her hot, wet slit. Her pubic bone banged his nose twice as she humped violently, distracting him from the sparse, thin, reddish-blonde hairs that were tickling his eyelids. He sure had enjoyed the view when he was able to keep his eyes open, but Suzie's right hand had tried to shove his head up her twat on each of her three orgasms. Her left was holding a pillow over her mouth to keep from attracting her mother's unwanted attention. Suzie had wanted him to wrap his arms around her legs while he ate her, but that would have meant covering his ears with her thighs. One of them had to listen for Mrs. Middleton's approach, and he knew Suzie wouldn't be able to. Especially not with her head under a pillow. As a temporary compromise she had pushed her shorts and panties down to her knees and pulled her feet up to her butt. She couldn't remove them because of her mother's presence in the house. Kenny had promised that if she liked being eaten, he'd come back when her mother was out and hold her legs however she liked it for as long as she wanted. She'd readily agreed, on the condition that she liked being muff dived. Kenny knew a return trip was in the bag. As she began to relax, he pulled his face back and opened his eyes. Her wet, dark pink cunt lay open an inch from his nose. It pulsed twice, looking exactly like someone gasping for breath and pushing her mouth forward as she exhaled. After it stopped pulsing he kissed the small, gaping hole and the short, reddish inner lips, gave everything one upward slurp, and kissed her clit. She jerked and giggled. This was about as close to heaven he was going to get today, unless Dick and Will got their hands on him and sent him there with a one-way ticket. But Ron's dad had called as they were leaving Jimmy's and said that Dick had held up a convenience store in Granby, and that Will had been seen in their stolen car. Ron's dad thought they would try to flee the state. Ron hadn't been so sure, but he was certain that they would hide somewhere and avoid town for a few days, probably a few weeks. As she pulled the pillow from her face, he wiped his upper lip. He found a mixture of pussy juice and saliva instead of blood from his nose as he had half expected. "How was that?" he asked as she pushed her torso up to rest on her elbows. One look at her face and understood the meaning of a woman looking "fresh fucked." It was a much brighter look than he'd seen on Caroline's face. Suzie giggled. "I hope Mom has to go somewhere before next week's shopping trip." "Better than a vibrator, huh?" She frowned from her nose up. Below that she couldn't stop grinning. "How do you know about my vibrator?" _Oh, shit. Now what, Bigmouth?_ He stammered until he came up with an idea. "Well, I was sorta making a joke. I mean.... Well, everybody jokes that girls keep vibrators under the mattress. Like Caroline does. You mean it's true?" The smile crept back up the rest of her face. "Oh. Well, yeah. But I don't keep it under the mattress." _She bought it!_ "You, uh, wanna break some more new ground?" he asked, rising to his knobby knees and tugging suggestively on his zipper. "We don't have to," he added, trying to look at least as disappointed as he felt, though muff diving Suzie had put an almost indelible smile on his face, too. "I just thought you'd like to practice. For when you get to do Jimmy, of course." She seemed to frown for an instant. "Well, yes. I guess. But we might be pushing our luck with my stupid mother if we both have our pants down." He thought she sounded a little disappointed. Too bad Caroline wasn't home. He'd give her another twenty bucks if she'd distract Mrs. Middleton for thirty minutes. He liked eating Suzie more than he'd enjoyed eating Caroline. Suzie even tasted better. He wanted to see if her little twat was as tight around his peewee pecker as it had been to his tongue and fingers. Her voice faded as she continued. "Well, I could, um, well, you know...." The last was unintelligible. He shook his head. "I didn't hear you." She sighed. "I said I could give you 'fee-lo-she-oh.' You know. Blow you. Maybe." _YES!!!_ He shrugged. "Well, if you think you'd like to. I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't like, as much as I'd love to have you do it." That was the corniest line he'd ever heard, but Caroline swore that it would work on Suzie. And she'd been right with every other suggestion. "Well, you did get me off three times. I guess it's only fair. But lemme get my shorts back up first, in case Mom shows up." Kenny helped, first kissing the small, thin patch of fuzz on the front of her mound, and then each of her lips, her hole, and her clit before giving everything a slurp with his tongue and then tugging her panties and shorts down from her upraised knees. Suzie moaned at every contact, then lifted her butt and tugged her clothing the last few inches into place. Kenny kissed her twat through her shorts, just for good measure. He thought it might seem sincere. And, in truth, he had sincerely enjoyed muff diving her. They experimented with positioning, fully clothed, of course, and settled on him sitting on the edge of the bed. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his shorts. He let her fish it out, telling her that was what guys liked and that she should practice on him so that she didn't hurt Jimmy when she got the chance. He almost came in her hand. She pulled it through the fly. "Looks kinda weird," she observed as she twisted and turned it. He talked her through he mechanics of a hand job--briefly, because he wanted to feel her mouth around it before he came--and then watched her head lower. She kissed the tip before she opened her mouth and lowered her head around it. It was almost like fucking Caroline, but she finally closed her mouth, putting needed warmth and pressure on it, and rubbed the sensitive underside with her tongue. "Uh, oh," he moaned. "I'm so horny I can't hold back much longer." Ten seconds later the pleasure wave hit him. "_No, don't stop!_" he groaned as her head pulled back. He had to hump his ass because she closed her mouth around it and did nothing more. When it was over and he was able mutter, "Okay," she pulled back. Her lips were tightly closed and her cheeks bulged. He'd never shot that much before. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and spat a tiny amount of liquid into it. That was more like it. Her mouth had been full of air. "That was wonderful," he mumbled as he fell back on the bed. And it really was. It wasn't all that _great_, but any time Kenny got off was _wonderful_. Okay, so she needed practice giving head before she'd be as good as Caroline. He was willing to be her practice dummy. It was the least he could do for her. ~ ~ ~ "_Holy shit!_" Keith McCauley wasn't even aware that he'd whispered the soft words. The cartoon had shown talent and skill, but this.... Keith regretted never attending college. But as he looked at this new drawing, he realized that even college wouldn't have given him the words to describe what he was seeing or the feelings it evoked. "Dad?" He tore his eyes away and looked at his son's face. It found a look of curious expectation. "What?" "Nothing. It's just that you haven't moved for a couple of minutes." Wynter laughed. "When Daddy does that, we call it 'going someplace else'." _A couple of minutes?_ "Oh. I was in the trees. Just... just looking around. Wynter, this is unbelievable. Marti said you'd given Jimmy something spectacular for a present. I think she grossly understated it." He put the drawing back on the nightstand, not without a feeling of regret, and opened his arms to her. With the soft smile that was so endearing on her coral lips she stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms about his waist. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for caring enough about Jimmy to draw that for him. I wish I had a daughter as talented as you." He remembered the looks on their faces when he had entered the room. They'd obviously been "swapping spit", even if they were practicing music on Jimmy's electronic keyboard. "Maybe someday I will." Her arms squeezed him tighter. "I was just trying to cheer him up. That's what best friends do for each other." He released her and lowered his face to hers, whispering, "Well, I'll tell you a secret: nobody else cheers him up the way you do." He was pleased to see that she didn't blush or look away this time. Marti had said that something had happened between Jimmy and Suzie that had strained that relationship. He didn't dislike the girl, who certainly didn't have Caroline's reputation, but he was far happier that his son had been swapping spit with Wynter. He'd been taken by the girl within the first five minutes of meeting her, wishing for the first time that he had a daughter just like her. Today's wish had been number.... Well, however many times it had been that he'd seen her since she moved down the street. Wynter grinned at him. "I've had lots of practice cheering up patients." "Perhaps so. I'd be just as happy, though, if you didn't have to cheer up Richard and Jimmy as patients after this." "Me, too," she said with a firm nod and an exasperated sigh. "They're bad enough when they're well. When they're hurt, they are worse than puppies." He drew back in mock horror. "Then remind me never to have to be your patient! Listen, Marti said supper will be in about half an hour. I hear you're brightening out table with your presence. I have to go clean up now, and then I'll help you downstairs, son. Mom said you wanted to eat at the table tonight." Jimmy grinned and nodded. "I didn't want to leave Wynter alone with the two of you." Of that, Keith had no doubt. ~ ~ ~ "To us," Angie repeated as she rang her wine glass against Richard's. It was her favorite cabernet sauvignon and it was wonderfully warm and bright to her taste buds. She presented her glass. "To our daughter," she said. "To our daughter," Richard repeated. He tapped her glass and they sipped again. This time Richard presented his glass She saw the sly smile on his face and realized what was coming. She spoke in unison with him. "To our future son-in-law." She certainly hoped that was the case, but if things didn't work out between Wynter and Jimmy, she prayed that her daughter would find another like him. She started to return her glass to the table, but Richard checked her with a shake of his head. "One more," he said, and she raised it again. "To peace and quiet in the house." She could toast that one all night long. Or until she passed out, whichever happened first. It was such a relief not having Diane and Bob in the house that she finally realized just how much of a strain their presence had really been. And, fortunately, they hadn't called since they'd left. She pushed the thought out of her mind. The night was too special to waste any of it thinking about The Weird Couple. Richard had brought her to The Bighorn for a special romantic evening, and she wasn't going to waste another moment of it thinking about those two clowns, even if a part of the purpose was to celebrate their departure. "To peace and quiet in the house." The salad arrived as she set her glass on the table. She waited for the waitress to add a touch of fresh ground pepper and a little grated romano cheese and then waited as she served Richard. When he lifted his salad fork, Angie picked up hers. He gave her a special look before spearing his first bite, one that said he still loved her after all these years together. Life just couldn't get any better than this. She raised a cherry tomato on her fork and dipped her head in appreciation to him. Before the morsel touched her lips an all-too-familiar voice in the direction of the entrance screeched, "Shut _up_ you _idiot!_" Seventeen Wynter couldn't believe it. Daddy told her that Mother's special night out had almost been ruined by The Weird Couple, who hadn't left town after all. When Mother had pointed out that she and Daddy had a table for two and it wasn't big enough for all of them, Aunt Dumb wanted to pull her table over to make a larger one. When the hostess said there wasn't room to do that and besides that, Aunt Dumb's table was in the next section, her crazy Aunt had demanded a bigger table for all five of them, counting Baby Christopher. When one wasn't available because the restaurant was full and people were waiting for a seat, Aunt Dumb told her to move the people at the next table, who were in the middle of their meal. When the hostess said she couldn't her crazy aunt had berated--another grown-up word she decided she liked--the lady for incompetence and not planning ahead like she always did at the truck stop restaurant. Daddy said that Mother suddenly became very calm, as if watching everything on a television program. Mother told Aunt Dumb that they were celebrating the fact that she had been thrown out of their house, but that they could change it to a celebration of her being thrown out of the restaurant because the owner was a good friend of Daddy's. Fortunately, Aunt Dumb didn't know that the owner lived in Boise and that Daddy had never met him. Mother said that Daddy left an extra big tip, saying half of it was for the hostess because of the way Aunt Dumb had treated her. Wynter felt good about that. Daddy was always so thoughtful. Wynter wanted to be thoughtful, too. She volunteered to give up her following Friday night with Daddy, in addition to this one, so that they could have a special night without Aunt Dumb showing up and ruining it. Mother declined and said the offering was more than enough of a gift because it showed that somebody respected her feelings. She said that at that moment, the respect for her feelings meant even more to her than a night with Daddy. Wynter thought that was a very grown-up response and filed it away for future use. The next two weeks were a blur of activity. Dick pulled two more robberies, one near Steamboat Springs and one in Rawlins, Wyoming. People began to relax, saying that it was clear that the pair had fled the state. Wynter and her friends were allowed more freedom. On Monday Jimmy felt like walking to the flat rock, where they lay next to each other and watched the birds and fish and bugs. They talked about school starting, and Jimmy told her more of what to expect. Wynter was a little nervous about actually attending school for the first time instead of being home schooled, but Jimmy eased her fears. They wanted to take the same classes and hoped that they could have the same schedules so that he could be there to help her. Neither brought up Suzie's actions with Kenny last Friday. But they kissed. Wynter loved hearing Jimmy's sigh every time she gave him a lover's kiss. And the "Mmmm" of satisfaction he made after just quick pecks made her heart swell, too. Daddy bought her an electronic keyboard, based on Jimmy's recommendations, and the "best friends" started practicing music together. They bought several Tangerine Dream CDs and began studying the group's techniques. Mrs. Evers also loaned them several other CDs, saying that she thought they'd especially like Cusco, since it was founded by a former Tangerine Dream member. She was right. Wynter couldn't decide which group she liked best. When Mrs. Evers learned that Wynter played the piano, she added David Lanz's albums to the mix and told Wynter that it was possible to buy sheet music of his works. Amazon had a lot of e-business that evening. Sometimes Jimmy would play his electronic keyboard while she played the piano. By the time school started she had begun to learn _Eagle's Path_, with Jimmy playing the guitar accents on his keyboard. She was still struggling with parts of the sheet music while he had learned the guitar part in a day just by listening to it. Then he explained how to "feel the notes" in her fingers and to let them play instead of concentrating so hard on the sheet music. She didn't know why, but it worked. A couple of days later she realized that in her drawings she "felt the pictures" in her fingers and just let them draw instead of concentrating so hard on the blank paper in front of her. It opened a whole new door for her. Jimmy's reward was the biggest and best kiss she could possibly manage. On Friday he suggested she play her flute while he accompanied her, since he'd never heard her play it. She didn't want to make mistakes on her flute in front of him and tried to find a way to turn down the idea. He sensed her discomfort and said it was just an idea and that they didn't have to do so if she didn't want to. "I think you should know," he added, "that if you change your mind, it's okay, and that if you're worried about your technique, that's okay, too. You don't have to be perfect for me to like you. You just have to be you." Those words were the last thoughts in her mind as she drifted off to sleep. The following Monday was Labor Day. Instead of having a picnic in the park like everyone else, the King family trekked to their old home in the mountains. The Golds, the elderly couple who bought it, had invited them to come up and enjoy the fields and woods again before cold weather and snow settled in. The McCauley family joined them. Jimmy wasn't very comfortable during the bumpy gravel road portion of the journey. Wynter saw the discomfort in his eyes, but he didn't complain. He was happy to be going to where Wynter was born and had grown up. Fortunately the rough part was less than a mile. The creek that crossed their former property also had a big flat rock. There Wynter had dangled her feet in the water and practiced her flute, away from the house where nobody but Dragon could hear her mistakes. She showed Jimmy the rock and told him. He smiled and nodded, saying with that simple gesture that he understood and also saying that he hadn't changed his mind about what he'd told her on Friday. She didn't know how she knew that second part, but she did know that it was what he was telling her. It was almost like she was sharing his thoughts. They spread out the picnic blankets near that rock, in the shade of the trees lining the banks. Dragon was so happy to have his fields to run through that he almost ignored the food. Daddy and Mr. McCauley brought gloves and baseballs and played catch while "the three women" organized the food "under Jimmy's supervision." After they ate, everyone played Frisbee, even Dragon, who would chase it down when it sailed off in the distance. Once it landed in the creek, and Dragon plunged in after it. Dragon took it to Mr. McCauley, released it into his grasp, and then shook the water from his fur. Wynter thought Mr. McCauley looked more like a schoolboy than like Jimmy's father when that happened. He went chasing after Dragon, saying he was going to "get him." After that, Dragon started looking at Mr. McCauley with much the same look he'd always given Jimmy. As they packed up, the air grew slightly chilly, as if reminding everyone that it was the first day of September and summer was ending. They chatted briefly with the Golds. Wynter showed Jimmy the house, and in her old room they kissed. Then they returned to town. Wynter was really and truly disappointed that, after such a nice day, she hadn't been able to kiss Jimmy good-bye. ~ ~ ~ Griffin Middle School was on the southwest corner where Seabridge Trail met Cheyenne Road, a half-mile east of Jimmy's house and one block west of Kenny's, unless you counted the half-block from Kenny's house north to Seabridge. When she asked Jimmy whether she should count the extra half-block, he told her that it depended on whether she meant travel distance or direct distance. She'd never thought of it that way. Tuesday was only a half-day and was registration, class assignments, orientation, and other administrative details. She was thrilled to be assigned a locker next to Jimmy's, and if he wasn't pleased, too, he sure did a good job of faking it. Most of her classes coincided with Jimmy's. She was disappointed that while one had English the other had PE. "Well, we couldn't shower together anyway," Jimmy said absently as he studied his class schedule. Then he realized what he said and turned bright red. He tried to stammer an apology, but she said, "You aren't Kenny. I know what you meant." He looked so relieved she wanted to kiss him right there in front of everybody. She knew several of the girls and a couple of the guys in her classes, as well as a few in the fifth, sixth, and eighth grades. Some of the girls were really friendly. Others started out friendly and then cooled. Jimmy said the pecking order was developing. She had to have him explain that. She liked most of her teachers, but especially her science teacher, Mr. Shelby, a short, somewhat heavy little man with his black hair pulling back at the temples, gray above his ears, and a twinkle in his eye like he was about to play a trick on everyone. Jimmy said he was the best teacher in the whole school and also the friendliest. Jimmy introduced her to Mr. Shelby when he was showing her where all the classrooms were located. He told Mr. Shelby that Wynter was a Future MD, and he grinned so big she thought his neatly-trimmed mustache was going to slide right up his nose. "You and Kenny! Excellent! I hope to have more lined up by the time this school year is over. You'd be doing me a big favor if you could talk Jimmy into becoming one as well. I wanted to be a doctor, you know, but they wouldn't take me for physical reasons." Wynter was shocked. Mr. Shelby didn't seem to have any physical limitations, even at his age now. "You have a handicap? They shouldn't keep you out of medical school for that." Jimmy, who was grinning broadly, shook his head. "Not that. The only reason he wanted to go to medical school was to give physicals to all the girls. This is what Kenny's going to be like if he ever grows up." "Why should he?" Mr. Shelby snorted, looking over his glasses at Jimmy. "I never did. Do you play chess?" When his head snapped around she realized he was asking her. "No, sir. Well, I know the pieces and how they move, but I never really learned." "I wouldn't teach her if I were you," Jimmy warned. The dark eyebrows arched. "And why not? "'Cause you don't like to lose to anyone younger than you, and the way Wynter does everything better than anyone else, she'll be winning every game after a couple of weeks." His look turned to one of admiration. "Really? Excellent!" Then he looked at the two of them, and she saw that same look she'd seen on Daddy's face and Mrs. McCauley's and Ron's. "I take it you two are, um... best friends, right?" "Yes, sir." He laughed when they spoke in unison. "Then I look forward to having you both in my class. That makes three people I won't have to try keeping awake right after lunch." "Three?" Jimmy asked. "Kenny." Wynter didn't exactly understand what Jimmy mumbled, but she knew that it was a good thing that Mr. Shelby didn't understand the words, either. ~ ~ ~ Kenny didn't get lucky again until Tuesday, and then they had to take their bicycles to the park. They slipped off into the trees hand-in-hand, stopping when they reached a secluded thicket. Kenny searched the treetops until Suzie asked him what he was looking for. "Ron." She helped him look. Finally they decided they were alone. Kenny leaned back on a large rock. She dropped her shorts and panties and gave them to him to hold. She straddled his face and humped it until she came twice. Then she sat bare-assed on the rock and blew him, carefully spitting out his tiny load afterward. She wiped her mouth, frowned, and said, "I suppose you want to do me now?" "Of course I do," he replied. Then he uttered the most difficult words he'd ever said in his life. "But not now. Not here. I want it to be something special just for you, where I can hold you just the way you want and you can be comfortable and enjoy it." She looked at him for the first time as if she no longer considered him to be a walking slime mold. "Really?" "All I want to do is make you happy, Suzie." She smiled at him. Really and truly smiled at him. And then she rode his face to a huge third orgasm, after which she blew him a second time. This time she swallowed. Kenny thought he'd have to wait until Friday to fuck her, but the next day she called him at Jimmy's house to say her mother was going to take Gramma Binns to a doctor's appointment and for him to hurry over. He hurried, telling Jimmy that he had to provide emergency medical assistance to a patient dying of terminal horniness. Jimmy, who still wouldn't admit whether he'd seen Wynter's tits or not, didn't say anything except, "Good bye." He saw Mrs. Middleton turn south onto Ninth Street as he approached Funderburg Way. He pedaled faster, turning onto Wheeler Way in a wide, sweeping arc, and arrived at Suzie's house out of breath. She met him at the front door, horniness glowing in her eyes, and said he'd cool down faster if he came to her room and removed his clothes. He wasn't sure that would cool him down, especially if she removed hers, too. She was nervous when she lay back on the bed. He told his peewee pecker to wait just a little longer while he lifted her legs, wrapped his arms around them, and buried his face in her steaming little twat. She almost ripped his arms out of their sockets when she came, but her nervousness left and was replaced by more hornies. He moved above her, his arms behind her knees and his hands to either side of her shoulders. "Would you like to put me in?" he asked afraid that he was going to cum, if not while waving in the air over her sparse reddish-blonde bush, then as soon as she touched him. "That way I know I won't hurt you and you can enjoy every minute of it just the way you like." That corny line still worked. She slid the head between her lightly-furred lips, positioned it, and said, "Okay." He eased it in. She was so much tighter than Caroline that he almost came before his balls bumped her butt. Half a minute later he was short-stroking and then he came. He vaguely realized he should apologize for cumming too quickly. "I was overwhelmed by how good you are compared to Caroline," he added, using his phony mask of genuine sincerity for extra effect. She pulled his face to hers and rammed her tongue down his throat. His erection, which had been growing flaccid inside her, sprang to full tumescence. Ten minutes later they were gasping for air as he told her how good she had been, which was true, and how he hoped he'd pleased her as much as she'd pleased him, which was intended to gather invitations for repeat performances. On Friday her mom went shopping as usual, and they experimented with different positions. Caroline suddenly appeared near the end of the first hour, not bothering to knock before entering. Kenny was banging her doggie style, his hands on her hips, pulling her backward as he slammed forward. Not that you could work up much of a slam over that short distance. Suzie started to fuss, but Caroline held up a leather belt and said, "I thought you might want to try this." Suzie thanked her instead and then listened to tips on the best way to position herself for doggie style from a short dick. "No offense meant," she said to Kenny. "It'll grow. This time next year Suzie will be humping a whole new dick." _Maybe_, thought Kenny. _Or maybe I'll just keep her around if I haven't found someone better_. ~ ~ ~ Suzie wasn't too thrilled with school starting. She never was. She had science and math classes with Jimmy. And... _Her_. The former didn't excite her as much as she thought it would, and the latter didn't really bother her. She was more excited that she had most of her classes with Kenny. She decided she'd be better off with Kenny in her classes anyway. Because... well... because he would be available to help her, while Jimmy would be distracted by Wynter, of course. That was why she was excited to have Kenny taking classes with her. It was the only reason she liked having the knobby-kneed little dwarf in her classes. He could follow orders and would do anything to please her. And he didn't make demands; he just accepted any sex she wanted to give him as if it were the most precious thing on Earth to him, and he was happy just to make her happy. Unlike Jimmy, who seemed to care only about what Miss Future MD could do for him. She guessed maybe she was lucky that she had escaped being saddled by someone who cared only about his needs and nothing about hers. Or... _Hers_. She was lucky that Kenny came along wanting nothing more than whatever it took to please Suzie Middleton. And that was the _only_ reason why she was excited about Kenny. Who, she decided, also needed a lot of work. Fortunately for Kenny, she was there to straighten him out and make him presentable for... well, for whoever got him in the future. When he was a rich doctor. When he was looking for a woman to make happy by doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it and the way she wanted it, while also providing her plenty of money to spend on whatever she wanted for herself. _Yeah_. ~ ~ ~ On Friday the four friends decided that Saturday would be spent in Hargus City, the mining ghost town in the hills south of the city, west of the county road that led to Wynter's old home. It might be their last big adventuring expedition of the year because the chill in the air was increasing. Jimmy was looking forward to the ride on his new bike. His father had decided he was outgrowing his old one, and it was best to replace it now rather than repair it. Going by bikes instead of having Wynter's father take them meant Dragon wouldn't be able to accompany them. Wynter was disappointed for Dragon's sake, but she remembered that he'd been able to run through his fields again that Monday. It made her feel less upset about his being left out. Except for Suzie they did all their homework on Friday night. They left early Saturday morning. Three of them wore large backpacks that made them feel like gypsies. Suzie had a small one with little more than food and drinks in it, and she was complaining about the weight by the time they traveled the couple of blocks to Merv Elementary School on Eleventh Street. Kenny and Jimmy wore sheathed knives, while Wynter carried a small folding knife in her pack. They skirted to the west and south of the downtown area. As Seventh curved eastward to become Timmers Trail they saw a road crew building the stretch of Buffalo Road from Twelfth southeast to Sixth. Buffalo Road, currently in several sections, would eventually be the main route around the southern side of the town. They wondered if Jimmy's dad was out there with that crew since he was supposed to be on the sites today. Hargus City was due south of them at that point, but they'd need ropes and pitons to climb the almost vertical rock face just beyond Buffalo Road. They turned south when at Dunne Drive, which what was First Street was called in that new part of town. After two blocks they had to stop at Dunne High School while Suzie caught her breath. Bicycling with a backpack didn't use the same muscles as swimming, but it did tell Suzie that she was out of shape. She decided Kenny was going to take her to the indoor pool in Otter Park on a regular basis and help her work out so she'd be ready for the spring swim meets. At the hills south of the high school, Dunne Drive began climbing up to Wynter's old home. South of an existing four-block section of Buffalo Road they turned right onto Hargus Road. It crossed Panner's Creek and ended after about five blocks. From there it was a dirt trail to Panner's Creek again. The unsafe, rickety wooden bridge had been fenced off three years earlier. It had yet to be torn down, but it looked as if it would collapse on its own at any minute. They crossed the virtually dry creek just below the bridge and began the switchbacks up to the small ghost town. Little was left but rock foundations and a few stone walls. It was too isolated for human vandals to come here and destroy things. It was disappearing thanks to the vandalism of time and natural forces. Scavengers had carried off most of the items that had been left behind, but occasionally the weather uncovered hints that people had once lived here. Jimmy's Uncle Jim had found a one dollar gold piece about twenty years earlier. Since then people had found only corroded pennies and nickels and occasional buttons and forks and spoons and other everyday items. Some signs remained, the paint so worn and flaked away that it was impossible to tell what they had once said. They discussed how people had lived there and what life must have been like. To everyone else's amazement, Suzie found the topic fascinating and contributed her own ideas. To the west of the small town was the entrance of the mine in the face of a small bluff. Wynter's father said that the ore vein had traveled almost horizontally and the main shaft extended toward the middle of Buffalo Peak. It had been a rich vein, but not a large one. Hargus City was born and died in a decade. The entrance to the mine was fenced off and had warning signs. Their parents had again cautioned them to stay out of the mine. Wynter's father stressed that he would never again enter it because of the danger. The supporting timbers were rotting away, and the shaft could collapse on its own at any moment. Any disturbance as minor as nudging a supporting timber could cause a catastrophe. They four friends stayed well away. And thus they did not see that the fence had been pulled loose from one post and carelessly reattached with short sections of wire. Four eyes watched them from within the gloom. One spoke in a nasal voice. "Well, well. Pencildick and Bug Boy without their guardian Angel. And this time they brought us two bitches." CONTINUED IN WYNTER & JIMMY PART THREE: BOYFRIENDS & GIRLFRIENDS Copyright 2005 Russell Hoisington ************************************************************ We who write the stories you like to read have received, and continue to receive, a great amount of support from the people here at ASSTR (The Alt Sex Stories Text Repository). ASSTR's major service is the archiving of our stories to make them available to you, the readers. ASSTR is a non-profit organization and is staffed by volunteers. This operation is costly, and the only source of operating income is from donations. I ask that you consider donating if you have enjoyed my stories. Your donation will help insure they remain available for all to read at no cost. 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