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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Summary: Four teens have their first confrontation with the darkness
coming to Haven: a voluptuous school nurse sowing sexual chaos among
the students and teachers of Haven High.

Part: 9 of 38
Keywords: mf, ff, mF, Ff, FF, msolo, fsolo, Fsolo, oral, toys, mc, nc,
inc, teen, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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"That's ... that's very interesting, Cassie. I, uh, never would have
thought of that myself."

Cassie beamed at Melinda. Melinda managed a small smile in return. It
masked the growing anxiety inside her. The simple truth was that
Melinda was running out of things to say. Cassie had lost her a half
hour ago. Melinda heard only half of what Cassie said, and barely a
fraction of that could she comprehend.

The only good thing about it was that Cassie had been so eager to talk
to Melinda that she did not think to ask about what had happened to
Melinda over the summer.

"It's the only thing I can think of," Cassie said in a soft, slightly
dreamy voice. "It just makes sense to me. It's ... it's not a reality
that will be or even could be, but ... but one that simply crosses with
our plane. And my mind is the crossroads."

Melinda just nodded. Now she understood /nothing/ of what Cassie was
saying.

At first it had been a thrill to have Cassie over. Seeing her pull up
in the limo, and then having the limo remained parked in front of the
Sovert house was a novelty for her. Yet that wore off pretty quickly
once Cassie began to talk.

Melinda had Heather initially to help her find things to say or pick up
the slack in the conversation. It became too much for Heather to
handle, however, after barely ten minutes. Then she was on the phone to
her friend Diane, and five minutes after that she was out of the house
like a shot for the mall.

Melinda hated herself for having to admit it, but Richie had been
right. Cassie was weird in the extreme.

"Um, Cassie, can I ask you a question?" Melinda said quickly before
Cassie could start to speak again.

"Sure." She smiled sheepishly. "I've sort of monopolized the
conversation, haven't I?"

"Oh, no, not at all. Uh, you ever think of writing this stuff down?"

"Oh, yes!" Cassie bolted from the sofa so quickly that Melinda
flinched. She dashed over to her satchel and pulled out a spiral
notebook. She smiled and held it lovingly to her breast. "I keep a
journal all the time. This is my thirty-second volume."

Melinda stared. "Thirty-second ...?"

Cassie sank back down onto the sofa, looking at Melinda with intense
eyes. "I write in it every day," she said in a husky voice. "I ... I
have to. If I don't, they build and build in my head."

"Until your head explodes?" Melinda suggested before she could stop
herself.

"Actually, I don't know what would happen if ... wait ... did you just
make fun of me?"

Melinda shook her head quickly. "No, not at all! Really! I was, uh,
just kidding around."

Cassie paused, then a small, forlorn smile touched her lips. "Sorry ...
Just so many people think I'm nuts because of all this."

"Oh, no, not at all, Cassie," Melinda lied.

Cassie looked away. "I didn't ask for these dreams to start, Melinda.
They did on their own. I just try to make sense of them."

Melinda nodded more slowly. Some of her convictions about her feelings
towards Cassie waned.

"They were really bad this past summer. I thought they might diminish
once I was overseas but they didn't. Sometimes I'd wake up feeling like
I never went to sleep. Not all of my dreams were restful."

Melinda said nothing. She was starting to feel guilty about what she
had been thinking. If these dreams did simply start plaguing Cassie out
of the blue, that was hardly her fault. She didn't remember Cassie
being anything like this in elementary school. Whatever had happened to
her, it had happened over the past year.

"And there was that oddest one of all, Melinda," Cassie said softly,
seeming to stare out into space, as if replaying it before her right
then. "About a house. At the end of a street."

Melinda's mouth dropped open briefly. She recovered before Cassie could
see it, swallowing hard.

Cassie shifted her eyes back to Melinda. "I really have talked too
much."

"N-no, Cassie, you're fine," Melinda said in a shaky voice.

She sorely wished Jason were there. He would make sense of what Cassie
was saying. He seemed to always know what to do. That morning was the
perfect example. She had not liked it at the time, but ultimately it
turned out to be the right course of action. Now they knew the nurse
was safe, and that this medical program was nothing to worry about.

She inwardly sighed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wished
Jason were there for another reason as well.

"No, really, I have, though I appreciate you listening to me."

"Well, what are friends for, you know?"

Cassie smiled. "I'm glad you still consider me a friend. It means a lot
to me right now."

Melinda hesitated a moment. She really did not want to hurt Cassie's
feelings, but she felt like she was getting in way over her head.
Cassie was telling her things that she only barely understood, but she
could guess that it was making Cassie miserable.

"Cassie, I'm just wondering, did you ever consider ... well, telling
someone about these dreams?"

"I try to tell people all the time, Melinda," Cassie said with a sigh.
"No one wants to listen. You're the only one."

"I meant maybe someone that knows more about dreams."

Cassie paused a moment. "What do you mean by that?"

Melinda struggled to find the right words. "Well, there are some people
that, uh, do this sort of thing. Figure out people's dreams and all
that."

"You mean ... like psychics?"

"Er, no. I mean ... um, like professionals."

"Professionals," Cassie echoed tonelessly. "You mean ... like doctors."

"Well, yeah, but ones that do this sort of thing. Uh ... do you
understand what I mean, Cassie?"

There was a long pause. When she spoke again, it was in measured tones.
"Yes, Melinda, I believe I do. You think I'm insane."

"Huh? No, I don't! Wait, Cassie!"

Cassie had risen from the sofa and was heading quickly for the front
door. Melinda jogged to catch up with her and spun around in front of
her, blocking her exit.

"Cassie, please, I didn't mean that!" Melinda pleaded.

"Stop pretending, Melinda!" Cassie snapped. "That's worse than making
fun of me. At least be honest that you think I'm crazy."

"Cassie, I don't think you're crazy! I just ... I just don't understand
all of this. It was bugging you so I thought I would suggest ..."

"Bugging me? It doesn't bug me, Melinda." Cassie paused and sighed. "It
causes me problems, yes, but ... but it's part of me ... it's /me/ ...
I can't change that, and I don't want to change that. Do you understand
me?"

Melinda hesitated. "I think so," she said, though there was uncertainty
in her voice. "Okay, maybe I don't, not completely. But I don't think
you're crazy. Please, Cassie, I'm not like Richie!"

That gave Cassie a visible jolt. Her eyes widened, her lips parting
slightly. She swallowed. "Please ... don't mention him right now," she
said in a husky voice.

"Sorry," said Melinda sheepishly. But she had to say it. The last thing
she wanted in the world was to be associated with anything Richie had
done. If Richie had rejected this girl because he thought her weird,
Melinda was determined not to repeat it.

"You'd really think I was crazy if you let me talk about him."

"Look, I just didn't know how you felt about this, okay? I won't ever
suggest you go see someone about this ever again. I promise."

Cassie nodded and gave Melinda a small smile. "Thank you." She glanced
at the door. "I really better be going anyway. Oh, wait ... I never got
to hear what you had done this past summer that was so interesting."

"Er ... well, it ... it's a really long story, Cassie. Let's save that
for next time."

"Could I come over tomorrow?"

"Uh ..." She wracked her brains for an excuse to say "no" and failed.
"S-sure, why not?"

Cassie's smile widened. "Thanks. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Right. Bye, Cassie."

"Bye, Melinda."

Melinda watched Cassie leave, then let her breath out in a long sigh.
Now she really wished she had had Jason over instead. And now she had
to play hostess to Cassie again and would miss yet another opportunity.

During August, once Melinda had gotten over her initial shock of the
House, Jason and Melinda managed to find time alone almost every day.
Almost every day they invariably had sex.

Now Melinda had been forced to go a second day in a row without it, and
it was getting to her. Even standing there, just thinking of him, was
enough to make her pussy tingle. The worry that had been only at the
very edge of her consciousness now slipped fully into her thoughts. Had
she become too addicted to sex? Had the House made her that way?

Or did the House leave any of them with the power they once had, and
Jason was somehow unconsciously using it on her?

She took a deep breath and let it go. She rushed up the stairs and into
her room to find something else to distract her from her disturbing --
and arousing -- thoughts.



"There!" Jason said with satisfaction, dumping an AC adapter into
Frank's lap. He sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. "Finally found
it."

"Hey, man, thanks!" Frank said, grinning. "I'll try it out tonight."

"Cool. Send me an email if you get it up and running."

"Sure thing. And thanks for inviting me over."

Jason just shrugged.

Frank smirked. "Thought you might've wanted to spend time with your
girlfriend."

"She had plans," Jason said in a low voice.

Frank chuckled. "She's not mad at you, is she?"

Jason looked puzzled. "Mad at me? For what?"

"Rumor has it you stole a peek at the school nurse."

"Who told you that?"

"I overheard Richie boasting about how he intended to flirt with the
nurse when it's his turn, since she's so hot."

Jason sighed and shook his head. "That figures."

"So ... is she?"

"Is she what?"

"Is she hot?"

Jason paused. One corner of his mouth curled upwards. "Yeah, she is."

Some of what had happened in the nurse's examination room that morning
was admittedly a bit of a blur to him. He did remember being rather
strongly aroused in her presence. It had not been unpleasant. Awkward,
but not unpleasant.

He still thought it was rather odd. He still had a fragment of a memory
of seeing that aura around her, an inky black miasma that throbbed and
writhed. Yet he had found nothing on her as he had left.

"And Melinda's not mad at you for that?" Frank asked dubiously.

"Well, she said she wanted me to give her a call later this afternoon,
so it's safe to say that she's not. Anyway, I had a nasty cut on my
finger. Not like I had a choice."

"I heard you did it on purpose."

"What?!" Jason cried, jumping to his feet. "Who told you that??"

"Overheard that from Richie, too."

Jason frowned deeply. "I'm going to kill him," he muttered.

Frank's eyes widened and he leaned forward. "Dude ... are you serious?
Did you really cut yourself just to ..."

"No, of course not," Jason said after a moment's pause.

Frank knew a lie when he heard it. So Jason really did do it. He was
seriously impressed.

At the same time, it reinforced the notion that there was something
very odd going on, not just with Jason but with what Frank
semi-cynically referred to as Jason's entourage. He started listening
more closely to their conversation on the bus. He didn't pick up
everything they said, but what he did made him curious.

Frank nodded. "Ok, man, whatever. Still, wish I got a look at her."

"Well, you'll have your chance, with the medical program."

Frank noted this with interest. One of the things he had overheard was
that one of them was going to do something to stop the program. Either
he had heard wrong, or the attempt had failed.

Jason made a face. "Is Richie really telling people I purposely cut
myself?"

"Yep."

"Goddamn."

"Speaking of Richie ... you help him with his, uh, math problem?"

Jason looked at him funny. "Math problem? What are you talking ... oh
.. oh, yes. Yes, I did. Everything's cool with that."

Frank just nodded. He was convinced now. Jason and his friends had
something secretive going on. He wanted in on it, if for no other
reason that he could claim to be part of some sort of group or club. It
even had the hallmarks of a conspiracy of some sort.

And if that were the case, he knew he could not simply invite himself.
Jason would have to invite him. Perhaps he would be willing to trade.

"Hey, Jason, you want to hear about something cool that I did?" Frank
asked with a wry grin.

"Uh, sure, I guess. What's this about?"

"It's about how I managed to fool my stepsis into some free peeks at
her in the all-together ..."



Diane draped the T-shirt over herself and glanced down at it
appraisingly. "Hmm. Maybe too long. Too droopy-looking. What do you
think, Heather?"

Heather just shrugged. "I think it looks fine on you."

Diane paused a moment, staring at Heather.

Heather blinked in response. "What?"

"That's the same thing you said for the last three T-shirts I tried."

"Oh, I did? Well, I liked them all."

"Yeah, right."

Heather gave her a perplexed look.

Diane let the T-shirt drop. She folded it and stuffed it back in its
bin. "Your body may be here, Heather, but your mind seems to be
anywhere but."

Heather gave her a sheepish smile. "Oh, sorry."

It had not been for lack of trying, certainly. Heather had wanted
nothing more than to put this business with the school nurse behind
her. She wanted to believe Jason, that there was nothing to be worried
about anymore. Yet as she had told Melinda, there was something still
bothering her. The odd imagery that she had in her head whenever she
thought about it was still there.

Diane stepped up to Heather. "Look, if there's something that I did
wrong, please, tell me."

"What? You didn't do anything wrong. What gave you that idea? I just
have something on my mind, that's all."

"Then why do you avoid me in school?"

Heather looked surprised. "No, I don't."

"Well, you hardly speak to me beyond just saying 'hi'. You used to want
to catch up on the latest gossip at least once. Or we'd exchange
warnings on who was giving a surprise quiz that day."

Heather paused for a moment, then spoke in a more contrite tone of
voice. "I didn't realize I was doing that. But it's not you."

"Well, I didn't know what else to think. I mean ... I used to be your
best friend."

"You still are," Heather said automatically.

"Yet you hang around people like Jason and Richie. I mean, of all
people."

"Oh, well ..."

"So I obviously did something to offend you," continued Diane, starting
to look upset. "Just tell me what it is."

"Diane, I keep telling you, you didn't do anything wrong. I just ..."

"I know, I know. You have something on your mind." Diane sighed
dramatically. "You used to tell me what was on your mind, you know."

Heather gave Diane a forlorn look.

"So if that's true, Heather, what is it? Your little sis again? Teacher
giving you a hard time? Another dork trying to get you to go out with
him?"

Diane was sincerely hoping it was one of these. After all, those were
the things that Heather always used to complain about, at least before
Heather stopped talking to her sometime over the summer.

Diane had been thrilled to see Heather again when the semester started.
At first it had appeared that her fears had been unfounded. Yet after
two more days, it was obvious that something had changed between them.

She had little way of knowing that it was not her that had changed, but
Heather, and rather profoundly at that.

So she hoped she would be on familiar ground again. It was to her
dismay when Heather shook her head. "No, it's none of those."

Diane nodded and remained silent for a moment. What really confused her
was the crowd Heather hung out with now. Jason Conner? Richie Gardner?
Each time Diane had spied them together it looked as if they were
friends. Moreover, some friends of Diane that took the same bus as
Heather told her that the lot of them -- Heather's baby sis included --
sat together on the bus and talked, sometimes quite animatedly.

"Please, don't be upset by this, Heather," Diane said cautiously. "But
... but it's if you're a different person since the semester started."

Heather looked at Diane oddly. Afraid that she had indeed offended now,
Diane felt the need to explain herself. "You don't seem as interested
in the same things anymore. It's like you don't care about the things
we used to talk about."

Heather said nothing in reply.

Diane sighed. "All right. If you really don't want to talk to me, then
I'll just leave, okay?"

She started to turn away, her heart thumping. As she had ardently
hoped, Heather rushed over and stopped her.

"What?" Diane asked, trying to sound casual and indifferent, but there
was some measure of hope in her voice.

"I never said that," Heather said in a softer tone . "Don't go,
please."

Diane made an attempt to sound dramatic again as she sighed, but she
managed it only partially. She was looking into Heather's eyes, and it
was difficult for her to think of anything harsh towards her friend.
Diane always thought Heather had beautiful eyes. She loved talking with
Heather because it gave her an excuse to hold eye contact and look into
them.

"Diane, I'd have a really hard time explaining to you what's bothering
me," Heather finally said in a halting voice. "It's really difficult."

Diane looked back in concern, still casting her own gaze into Heather's
eyes. "Are you all right? Is your family okay?"

Heather tried to repress a shudder at the mention of family. "My family
is fine," she lied. "It was more some stuff going on at school."

"So it is about a teacher ... no?" Diane paused. In an increasingly
uneasy voice she said, "This is not about the school nurse again, is
it?"

Heather nodded slowly.

Diane tried not to react. What had happened the day before replayed
vividly in her mind. "I heard Jason managed to get a look at her."

"Huh? You did?"

"Is it true?"

Heather hesitated a moment. "Um, yeah, it is. He cut himself on
something and had to go get it treated."

"So what did he think of her?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "He thinks the nurse is hot."

Diane snickered. "I guess dork-boy would, wouldn't he? Considering it's
the only action he gets."

Heather looked about to retort, but she bit it off before she could
utter a sound.

"So what's the problem? Did he find something odd or strange about
her?"

"He says he didn't."

Diane smirked. "Is the rumor about all this true? That Jason cut
himself on purpose just to see her?"

Heather flinched. "What??"

"Um, just repeating what I had heard. Sorry."

While Heather's reassurances had been meant to assuage Diane's fears,
they did anything but. Diane was still getting the feeling that
something was wrong between them. If Heather stopped being her friend,
she would be devastated. She was close to panicking over it.

"Look, um ... you want to go get some ice cream? My treat."

Heather stared at her. "Seriously? I thought you were still on that
diet. Not that you need it."

"Oh, just once wouldn't ... er ... matter ... did ... did you just say
I didn't need it?"

Heather chuckled. "Diane, I could wish to be as lightweight as you."

"You think I look attractive?"

"Of course I do. What, you only figured this out now?"

Diane smiled weakly. Her cheeks glowed pink.

Heather stared. "Diane ... are you /blushing?/"

Diane swallowed. "No, of course not!" she said indignantly, though her
cheeks deepened from pink to red. "Look, uh ... you want to go for that
ice cream or not?"

Heather glanced at her watch. "I better not. I need to head home before
Mom gets there, since I'm not really supposed to be out without my baby
sis."

Diane nodded quickly. "Tomorrow after school, then?"

Heather slowly smiled. "Sure thing."

Diane smiled back.

The two of them walked out of the mall together. Diane felt her heart
racing. She knew why, but didn't understand why now. Just because of
Heather's remark? And it wasn't even very direct; Diane had to
ultimately fish for the compliment.

Diane already knew of her feelings for Heather, and had accepted them,
even if she could never act upon them. This was contingent on them
never gaining any more strength than they already had. If that had
changed, however, Diane was not at all sure how she was going to deal
with them.



Jason gave Frank a stunned look.

Frank grinned. "So whaddaya think?"

"Wow," said Jason.

Frank's grin faded a bit. There was not as much enthusiasm or
excitement behind that as he had hoped. "Just ... wow?"

"Well ... it's impressive. I mean, she's never found out about it and
you've had in there how long now?"

"About four months. About to fill up the hard drive. I'm gonna have to
start picking and choosing which ones to keep."

Jason just nodded.

"So ... isn't that really cool? It's like free porn without an internet
connection. Mindy just keeps giving me more and more. And now that she
has her boyfriend coming over ..."

"I don't know, Frank. You think she might be pissed about that if she
ever found out?"

Frank stared at him. "Well, /duh/. Which is why I never plan on telling
her. Except maybe when we're both old and toothless in the retirement
home, then I can have the last laugh on her."

Jason was trying to feel enthusiastic about it. Had this been a few
months ago, he might. Back then he was still pining for Heather, and he
would have jumped at the opportunity to take clandestine pictures of
her like this. In fact, it was finding a book with what he had thought
were such photos that had lured him into returning to the House in the
first place.

Now it just seemed wrong to him.

Frank smirked. "You know, maybe if I get online, I should post some of
this stuff on the internet."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?"

"She might see it, or a friend might see it and tell her about it."

Frank shrugged. "From the shitty way she treats me sometimes? Serve her
right to find out about it."

"And then you get in trouble for it."

Frank paused. "Oh, yeah. I hadn't thought about that."

"You better just keep those to yourself." Jason paused. "Why did you do
that, anyway? Just to get back at her for treating you bad?"

Frank rolled his eyes. "Um, maybe for the same reason you went to see
the nurse?"

"I went to see her because of the cut!"

"Okay, then, how about the same reason you /enjoyed/ going to see the
nurse. Mindy may be a pain in the ass, she may be an idiot, but she's
hot." He grinned conspiratorially. "Want me to make some copies for
you? I got a CD-burner."

Jason wanted to refuse. He knew this was wrong. But his mind kept
returning to the vision of Nurse Nyssa Neris and the affect she had on
him. He wished he had pics like that of her. Just the thought of it was
making his cock stir again.

Months ago he was a nerd with no sexual experience. By now he had had
sex with two girls and had a grown woman tell him that he had sexy
eyes. He liked how good this made him feel, and he craved more.

"Sure, why not?" Jason said with a small grin. "I'll be the judge of
how hot she is."

Frank's smile widened. "Maybe she's hotter than the nurse."

Jason chuckled. "I doubt that. She'd have to be pretty far up there to
beat Nurse Neris."

"Shit, I wish I had acted on my own idea the other day. You lucky
bastard."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get your chance when your time comes to be
examined by her."

Frank rolled his eyes. "With my luck, I'll be called on the very last
day of the semester and I'll have the flu that day."

Jason paused a moment. "Considering how important this program seems to
the school, I'm sure they'll make sure everyone is taken at some
point."



Richie burst into his house through the front door, slamming it hard
behind him. He undid the laces of his cleats at the door and then
hurtled them at the wall of the entry hall. He stomped up the stairs
and to his room. There, he threw down the bat and glove in a huff and
pounced onto his bed.

Three guys. That's how many he had managed to scrounge up for a
baseball game. Then when they scrapped the game idea for lack of
players and just did some practice, one had to go home to do his
homework and one other had his girlfriend show up. The one he was left
with was a total dork to begin with, so he wasn't even worth
considering.

He turned on the bed and socked his pillow. He hated the way school
messed with his entire lifestyle. It didn't just end with the school
bell signaling the end of the last class, or even when the bus let him
off at his house. Nobody wanted to do the cool stuff anymore because
they had schoolwork to do, or had other activities based at school
clubs or sports, or had hooked up again with girlfriends that they saw
only during the school year.

School, school, school! That's all his life would be for the next nine
months!

He flopped over on his back again and sighed. Even his fellow
"Harbingers" all had something to do. Jason cozying up to the shrimp;
Melinda playing hostess to the weirdo; Heather down at the mall with
all the other teenage girls, like it was their second home or
something.

Richie glanced towards the door. No one had come to his room. The house
was quiet. His mother was back at work and wouldn't be home until the
evening.

He made a face. His mother had had something done to her by the
principal, and no one seemed to give a shit. Not even Jason had
followed up on it. Richie thought he could count on Jason above all
else. Instead it seemed he was joining the "Richie Hate Club" along
with everyone else.

Richie was surprised when he heard the phone ring.

He muttered a curse and jumped out of bed. He ran into his mother's
bedroom and grabbed the extension in there. "Yeah, what?" he snarled
into the phone.

"What he hell is the matter with you, Richie?"

Richie snorted. "And a fine, fine afternoon to you too, Mr. Conner!" he
said in a mocking tone of voice. He shook his head and sighed in
exasperation. "What the fuck do you want, Jason?"

"Why did you tell everyone that I cut myself to go see the nurse? That
was supposed to be a secret!"

"Well, shit, I didn't tell everyone, Jesus. I just told a friend of
mine. A single friend."

"Yeah, and let me guess, you did it in the middle of a crowded hallway
between classes."

"No, we dashed over to the cafe for tea and crumpets served to us by a
snooty French waiter to a private booth."

An exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "Richie, for once,
why don't you just think about what you're doing ..."

"Think? Me? Nah, I let the geeky types like you do that."

"Well, maybe I'm tired of that."

"Well, maybe I don't give a flying fuck."

A pause. When Jason spoke again, it was in a more contrite tone. "All
right, sorry I yelled at you."

Richie shrugged. "Eh. I'm used to it anymore."

"I just wish you'd cooperate with the rest of us a little more."

"Like you all cooperated to fix my mom?"

"Richie, I don't know what to do for you there," Jason said in a
pleading voice. "I don't know how to deal with that. It gets
frustrating when people think I have all the answers. I wish some of
you would accept that I'm just as much in the dark as the rest of you."

Richie was silent for a long moment, several emotions flickering across
his face. He felt despair at hearing this, then anger at Jason for
daring to say it, then guilt for relying on him so heavily in the first
place when he has his own problems with his dad. "I guess that just
comes with being the geek, huh?" Richie said in a softer voice.

"I can't fix your mom. If I could ... I'd do the same for my dad."

"I know, man, I know. Sorry."

"Look, all I ask is that you don't go spreading around stuff the
Harbingers talk about, okay?"

"Sure. Shit, dude, do we have to call ourselves that? Sounds so faggy."

"I didn't think anyone was actually going to accept it, to tell you the
truth."

Richie paused a moment. "Hey, you wanna get together for a bit? Just
hang out or go down to the arcade?"

"No, I promised I'd call Melinda, and then I have to my homework."

Richie sighed. School again.

"You should do it, too. You know you let that go to the last minute too
many times."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother," he said mockingly before hanging
up the phone.

He stood there another moment with his hand still resting on the
handset.

Richie found it increasingly difficult to know what to say or do around
anyone else anymore. Before the House he had no problems just being
himself. Now when he was himself, everyone treated him as an obnoxious
asshole.

He refused to believe that's what he was all along. It must be everyone
else that was too sensitive anymore.

Richie headed back into his room and grabbed his backpack. He spilled
out the contents haphazardly on the bed and tried to remember exactly
what he was supposed to do. He opened a notebook at random. It turned
out to be his history notebook.

He frowned at the pages. He flipped to the last one he had written on
and saw what he was supposed to do. He made a face and closed the
notebook.

It had been the same thing the last two days as well. He just didn't
bother with his history assignments. Instead, he'd dash off something
in the few minutes before the class started just to have something in
front of him when Miss Davis went over the assignment. It was enough to
fool her, since she always stayed near her desk during that part of the
class. Sometimes her gaze seemed to linger on his desk for a moment or
two longer, but she never said anything.

Not that Richie would have cared, considering how much contempt he had
for her.

Anger boiled up inside of him again. He took the notebook and hurled it
across the room. It opened in mid-air and smashed against the side of
his dresser, nearly tearing a page from it completely as it slid to the
floor. The cover was partially torn from the spiral binding and sat at
a drunken angle.

Richie sighed despondently and reached for the next notebook.



Melinda tried a variety of activities in her room to distract herself
from her thoughts. Ultimately, she failed.

She closed her eyes, panting heavily as her fingers squished between
her swollen labia. Moisture glistened in her pink folds and on her
fingers. A bit of the insides of her thighs just at her groin were also
wet. Her still damp panties lay in a crumpled heap to the side with the
rest of her clothes. It still smelled strongly of her arousal, having
soaked through the underthings before she finally gave into the urge.
Her other hand lay against a breast, fingers tweaking the nipple.

Melinda uttered a soft whimper as she spread her legs further apart and
angled her hand. She threw back her head in a short gasp as two fingers
eased into her very tight tunnel. She held her breath as her fingers
sank, letting it go as a moan when her digits were buried inside her.
Her hips bucked as she began thrusting, her other hand slipping down
from her breast and stroking her needful clit.

Heather knew that Melinda occasionally masturbated. She knew that even
before the House. Yet Heather would be shocked if she saw the skill
that her little sister applied to the task now.

Melinda worked her pussy as if she had an audience. The reason for this
was that she occasionally did have an audience. Jason sometimes asked
her to do this for him. Watching Melinda play with herself was an
extreme turn-on for him. She had yet to do it for him since she had
shaved, and she sorely wished he were here to see it.

Although in that case, she might be more inclined to have Jason's
fingers in her instead. Or his tongue.

Her fingers moved faster, her pleasure rising, her body trembling with
desire. She envisioned Jason with her, watching her, touching himself
in a similar manner. She imagined the noises he made, the sight of his
fingers sliding up and down his shaft.

Melinda quivered with mounting lust, fingers frantically diving in and
out of her cunt. Her breasts jiggled, the flesh rippling as she moved.
Her moans grew louder and louder as she approached crescendo.

Downstairs, the phone rang.

"What ...?!"

Melinda yanked her hands from her pussy just as she was about to strain
towards climax. It was only then that she remembered Jason was supposed
to call her after Frank had left.

"Oh no! Oh God!"

Melinda struggled out of bed, trying not to let her damp fingers get in
the blanket. Her pussy ached badly, feeling swollen and unfulfilled. As
soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran, uttering a desperate whimper
as the movement of her thighs tried to push her over the edge. She very
nearly stumbled on the stairs when she thought she was about to cum,
but her pussy gave a single abortive throb and subsided.

Panting, partially from exertion and partially from desire, she nearly
crashed into the little table that held the phone. She reached for it,
cursed, wiped her fingers on her hip and then grabbed it. "Hello?!" she
almost shouted into the phone.

There was a pause. "Uh, Melinda?" Jason said tentatively.

"Yes, Jason, I know, hi," Melinda panted. She took the cordless over to
the sofa and sat down gingerly, barely suppressing a moan.

Another pause. "Are you all right?"

Melinda bit her lower lip. The pressure in her pussy was intolerable.
She spread her legs apart as she leaned back into the cushions. "Yes,
I'm fine, just fine."

"Are you sure? You sound ... winded."

Melinda closed her eyes. Her pussy was falling back from the edge, but
very slowly. She really didn't want it to fall back. She had worked
herself up to this point and she was desperate for release. "You just
caught me ... in the middle of something."

"Oh. You want me to call back?"

"No!" Melinda cried. She couldn't stand it anymore. She slipped a hand
between her legs. She uttered an excited sigh as her fingers squelched
in her pussy. In a softer and more sultry voice she said, "I mean, no,
go ahead, what do you want?"

"Want? Well ... just to talk to you, that's all." He paused. Melinda
panted lightly as her fingers dipped into her cunt. "Are you sure
you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay already, Jason!" Melinda cried in a breathy voice. Her
fingers tightened around the handset as her pussy rose precipitously.
She uttered a tiny gasp and relented. She swallowed hard. "It's just
kinda hard to talk at the moment."

"Why, what are you doing?"

"Just ... j-just ... h-having a little fun," Melinda said with a weak
smile. Her panting grew heavier as her fingers moved in a quick
circular pattern over her clit. Her pussy started to strain near the
edge. She was not going to be able to stop herself.

"A little ..." There was a long pause at Jason's end. Melinda thought
she heard his breath quicken as well. "You're ... you're not ..."

Suddenly Melinda's legs drew up and her back arched. She let go with a
shrill cry into the telephone as she came. Her body jerked and she
uttered staccato gasps as she throbbed, her hand pressed tightly
against her pussy. She let out a slow sigh as her orgasm faded, her
muscles going limp save for the one that held the phone to her face.

"Uh ... what was that?" Jason asked tentatively.

Melinda blinked and drew the phone from her face briefly, staring at it
as if expecting the gesture to somehow register on the other end. She
brought it back to her face."You're kidding, right?"

"Um ..."

"It was an /orgasm/, you idiot!" cried Melinda, blushing bright red. "I
... I, uh ... got a little excited and had to ... do something about
it."

"Excited? About what?"

Melinda rolled her eyes and almost slapped her forehead, remembering
her wet hand in time. "Not what, who, you ... you geek," she said in a
softer and more tender voice. She even managed a small giggle.

"Oh ... Wow ..."

Melinda giggled again. The awe in his voice was priceless and
emboldened her. "And I did it with my nicely shaved pussy, too ..."

"Oh man, Melinda, don't ..."

"Ooo, what's the matter? Getting a little ... excited?"

"Yeah, but Mom is here!" Jason whispered intensely into the phone. "I
can't exactly, you know, take care of it now."

Melinda giggled. "Okay, I won't say anything else. But can we /please/
get together again soon?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, let's ... oh, no, I have Cassie coming over again ..."

"Oh, yeah, how did that go?"

Melinda sighed. "Don't ask. I'll talk to you about it tomorrow."

"Friday, then?"

"Friday. Now, I better hang up. I have to, uh, get dressed."

"Jesus ..." Jason groaned.

Melinda laughed. "See ya!"

She clicked the "off" button on the headset. Just as she stood, she
heard the front door being unlocked.

Melinda gasped in horror, eyes wide, then let her breath go as a ragged
sigh as she saw who it was. "Heather! Thank God. I thought for a minute
it might be ..."

Heather stared incredulously.

"Uh ..." Melinda's blush returned. She sheepishly stepped over to the
table and put the handset down. "I'll, um, just go upstairs now ..."

"Wait!"

Melinda had dashed halfway to the bottom of the steps. She turned and
tried to look casual. "Yes?"

"Why ... why are you ...?"

"Naked?"

Heather's eyes darted over Melinda's body. She then noticed the
lingering dampness in her sister's pussy, and the glistening on one
hand. Melinda ducked the hand behind her back.

Heather just nodded, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

"Because I don't have any clothes on, silly, that's why. What a
bubblehead!"

Before Heather could recover, Melinda turned and bounded up the stairs.

Heather paused a long moment, then covered her eyes with her hand. She
uttered a long sigh, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. It
did nothing for the growing heat in her pussy.

"I'll be up in a minute," Heather said in a strained voice as she
headed quickly for the downstairs bathroom.
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