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BI High: Book 2 - Hints and Allegations
By High School Sweetheart

BI High: Book 2 is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be
reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See Chapter One for story codes and synopsis. For best results read
this story in sequence.



Chapter Twenty-Six


I guess nobody ever really thinks about what they're wearing when they
run away. Well, maybe some people plan on it, I'm sure a few do, but
the ones who don't have a choice, they're pretty much stuck with what
they have. It was typical of my worst best day ever that I happened to
be running away from home with my two boyfriends dressed as a BI High
cheerleader. How perfectly ironic was that? Cheerleaders don't run
away from home, do they? 

Not Homecoming Queens for sure and I wondered who would get my place
on the float. I didn't imagine they would allow Brittany or Kelly to
be the Queen, not after Ms. Hayden told the Principal and the other
committee members about what they'd done to me in the locker room.
That would make those two girls really sorry, which didn't mean a
whole lot to me one way or the other. I felt a little sad that I
wasn't going to be the Queen, but I still knew inside that I was. That
counted for a lot more than most people might think.

I wasn't entirely sure that we had to run away, but I don't think Mark
or Chris were sure about it either. We'd been pretty scared earlier
and we'd chased it off for a couple hours while we'd had sex and made
love and just been what we really were, three horny teenagers in love.
Now it was coming back though and I kept thinking about how Chris' dad
had looked laying on the floor with his hair all matted with red
blood. It made me shiver and I was pretty sure Chris was going to go
to jail if we were caught. Mark too, probably. 

I couldn't deal with that. If we had to run the rest of our lives, I
didn't care. I wasn't going to spend a single day without them, not if
I could do something about it. I knew I wasn't exactly street-wise or
whatever, but I figured I had a lot of common sense anyway. It was
scary thinking about going to New York City. All I knew was Iroquois
County. I knew apples and horses and little beauty pageants. All I
knew about the city was what I'd seen on television, or heard from my
friends, and neither of those made it sound very attractive.

I was going to miss my parents. My horse too and I hoped Carmy would
be okay, but my dad would take care of her for me. I'd miss Sandy too,
and just about everyone else I knew. It was making me sad as I sat in
the front of Mark's truck and if I was homesick already, and we hadn't
gone anyplace yet, I seriously wondered what I'd be like in a day or
two. I swallowed it down though, I mean I had to. I wasn't a little
kid anymore and I tried to think of it like I was getting married.
That cheered me up a little bit, the thought of being married to both
Chris and Mark, being their wife and taking care of them. I could have
their babies and cook and do all the stuff a wife does. I didn't
pretend to want much more than that.

There was a romantic aspect, you know? I guess that's what I'm trying
to say, but Chris could say it better. I'm a little too practical to
express it, but I could feel it just fine. Running away with my two
boyfriends was an awful lot like eloping, sort of, and I wondered if
we could get married. Mark was going to be eighteen in a few months,
well six months anyway, if we were still running away then, maybe we
could get married. When Chris turned eighteen I'd marry him too, in
another state maybe, so long as I was daydreaming, why couldn't I
marry both of them? Who would know, or even care?

That's a silly law, not being able to get married to two people. If
whoever was in charge knew how I felt about Mark and Chris, he'd
change that law pretty quick, I figured. And the fuss about gay
marriage or whatever, Chris and Mark didn't pick their gender. It
wasn't their fault they were both boys. That was pretty dumb too. I'd
love to see them married. Maybe out in California, I heard they always
did weird stuff out there anyway. We could all three of us be married,
wouldn't that be cool? I thought so and that's mostly what I was
thinking about while we drove out to the highway.

"Would you guys marry me?" I asked, since it was pretty quiet in that
truck.

Mark and Chris looked at each other for a second, and then Mark looked
back at the road with a grin. Chris laughed and looked at me.

"I'm serious." I frowned.

"Are you proposing to us?" Chris asked.

"No, I'm just..." I shrugged. "...Asking if you would. Someday."

"Yeah." Chris nodded.

"I would, sure." Mark smiled at me. "I'll ask you right now, if you
want."

"Heh!" I laughed. "No, you have to surprise me."

"What if we both ask?" Chris wondered.

"Well, yeah, that's what I want." I leaned against him, turning
sideways the way I liked to and bringing my bare feet up to the seat
so I could wiggle my toes against Mark's thigh.

"Marry both of us?" Mark was looking straight ahead. "Sounds
reasonable."

"Not likely though." Chris sighed. "I think they have a law against
that."

"Yeah, but nobody has to know, right?" I asked them. "I mean if we got
married here and then did it someplace else..."

"What, like Canada?" Chris giggled. "That might work."

"Brrr...It's cold in Canada, dude." Mark shook his head. "We could go
down to Mexico."

"Mexico?" I laughed. "That's a long ways to go to get married."

"Yeah, but it's hot down there." Mark grinned at me. "Get you in a
bikini maybe."

"Oh, yeah right!" I stuck out my tongue. "I only wear one piece
bathing suits, sorry."

"I know." Mark chuckled. "You should have seen her in the Miss Dairy
pageant, Chris."

"Was she hot?" Chris smiled.

"I wore a red one piece, big deal." I rolled my eyes.

"It was blazing, man." Mark sighed. "It might have been one piece, but
Jesus...It barely covered anything."

"Oh, yeah right!" I laughed. "It was the same as all the other girls
were wearing. We didn't get to pick out anything but the color."

"The judges at those things, they ever...You know..." Chris asked me
slowly.

"What?" I looked at him, but I knew what he was asking.

"Like did one of them ever ask you to..." Chris started.

"...Show off your special talents?" Mark finished with a grin.

"Oh God." I just sighed theatrically. "Yeah, I was Miss Dairy because
I sucked the best dick."

"I believe it." Mark nodded. "You're good at it."

"Really good." Chris agreed.

"I'm gonna make you guys walk in a minute." I told them.

"What? You can't even drive." Mark laughed at me.

"I have my permit. I'm supposed to take my test next month." I said.

"In the City you won't have to." Chris said. "You just take a train
wherever you want to go."

"A subway?" I grabbed Chrissy's arm and put it around me, since he
hadn't done that yet. "I heard you get mugged on those things."

"Nah, I don't think so." Chris shook his head. "It's pretty safe. They
have their own police and everything."

At the mention of police we were all kind of quiet for a few minutes,
which really sucked. I liked talking a lot, probably too much
according to some people. I didn't think the subway police in New York
City would be looking for Mark and Chris though. It just reminded us
that we were running away for a better reason than we just wanted to
see some really tall buildings.

"So, who do you know in the City?" Mark asked Chris.

"This guy I went to school with, we were best friends for awhile."
Chris answered. "Last year his family moved from Albany to New York.
He told me if I ever came to the City I could give him a call."

We thought about that for a minute.

"But we were just fifteen, so..." Chris laughed.

"So, probably you don't know anyone." Mark laughed too. "That's cool."

"Yeah, well, his parents liked me okay." Chris shrugged. "I kind of
had a crush on his sister."

"Oh yeah?" I grinned up at him, twisting my head.

"I was just a kid, you know. She didn't even know I was alive." Chris
shrugged and he was probably blushing. "She's like nineteen now, she
was a lot older."

"But you liked her, huh?" I was teasing Chris a little.

"Yeah. I did, but it wasn't love." He told me softly. "It wasn't like
this."

He was kissing me then and whoever that girl was, I figured she was
pretty stupid if she could have had Chris and didn't even notice. I
guess people are like that though, especially eighteen year old girls
with little brothers. Probably all of the guy's friends liked his
sister, cause boys were boys. They couldn't help it. Like the way
Mark's little brother, Jordy, liked me. I sometimes thought he liked
me mostly because Mark did and if Jordy had a hero, other than his
dad, it was his big brother. I was going to miss Jordy and I knew Mark
was going to be lonely without having him around.

It was a long drive out to the truck stop, especially since Mark was
pretty much taking the back way, unkempt gravel roads that divided
fields and property and didn't show up on any maps. A person could get
seriously lost driving those, but not us, not Mark. We'd spent our
whole lives there and it wasn't hard at all, just long. We didn't know
if Sheriff Stover would be looking for us or not, but we figured he
would be. He had a couple deputies too, but only two police cars.
Mostly we hoped they'd be looking for us someplace else, or talking to
our parents, or something.

"I can't believe I killed my dad." Chris said softly and that must
have been weighing on him since it had happened, but he'd kept it
inside until now.

"Do you think your mom was telling the truth?" I asked him, wishing I
knew how to comfort Chris.

"I guess." He sighed. "He never acted like a dad."

"Didn't look much like you either." Mark offered.

"Yeah, I know." Chris said. "He was still my dad though."

"You were protecting me." I turned so I could hug Chris. "He was
hurting me and it wasn't your fault."

"I hit him though." Chris had his eyes closed and his bottom lip, the
cut one, trembled. "He was choking Mark and I..."

"You didn't mean to hurt him." I kissed Chris softly. "You just had to
make him stop."

"...Yeah." Chris nodded. "I made him stop."

"He might be okay." Mark offered. "He was pretty tough, so maybe..."

"But there was a lot of blood." Chris shook his head. "I just...Why did
he have to do that?"

"I don't know." I pressed my head against his chest. "Your mom was
doing it too."

"I know." Chris looked at Mark. "They knew about us, huh?

"Yeah." Mark shrugged. "It's hard pretending you don't love somebody
all the time."

"You think anybody else knows?" I wondered.

"I don't know." Mark narrowed his eyes a little. "Nobody at school
knows."

"Probably it was just them." Chris said. "My mom and dad, they...They
think like that, you know? They want to know secrets about people."

"Everybody likes secrets." I sighed.

"Yeah, but that's just curiosity." Chris was holding me tight. "My
folks, they wanted to hurt you guys with them."

"They can't hurt us anymore." I said and we were quiet for a minute or
two.

"I hope he's not dead." Chris finally decided. "But I'm not sorry I
hit him. It was his fault."

"Yeah." I agreed and Mark was nodding his head, and I didn't think
Chris was going to cry over his dad anymore. Georgie didn't deserve
Chris' tears anyway.


end of 26

Chapter Twenty-Seven


The truck stop was just about the closest thing Iroquois County had to
a mall, which is about the worst comparison in the world, but that
doesn't make it less true. Besides selling gas, obviously, there was a
diner, a drugstore, a convenience store, a place where truckers could
shower and shave, and a counter where they sold everything from bus
tickets, to western union, to Fed Ex, and you could even order
flowers, since they had an FTD catalogue. It was always open and
always busy, but only with the interstate traffic, locals hardly ever
went there except for gas, cause that was cheaper usually than
anywhere else. But all the other stuff cost more than you could find
it in Clearview, which wasn't much farther away in the opposite
direction.

It was bright too. Lit up like Las Vegas maybe, except I hadn't ever
been to Vegas, so maybe not that bright. But it was hard to imagine
any single place with more lights than the truck stop. We sort of
looked at it for a minute, Mark's truck stopped on the county road
that crossed underneath the highway right there. We were all thinking
the same thing, that it wasn't too late to turn around if we wanted.
It wasn't even ten o'clock yet, Mark could have me home before I was
even late for my curfew, if he hurried. That almost made me laugh,
except I was feeling kind of sad. 

"I guess that's it." Mark said with a little nod of his head.

"Are you scared?" Chris was holding me and I shook my head.

"No, just...I'm going to miss everything." I told him.

"Me too." Mark looked at me and he looked like he wanted to change his
mind.

"I'm not going to miss anything," Chris told me and he hadn't seen
Mark's face, "as long as you guys are with me."

"Are we going?" I asked Mark and I guess what Chris said had made up
our boyfriend's mind because Mark nodded and started driving towards
the truck stop.

We parked towards the side, in the shadows of some big eighteen
wheelers so that nobody driving along the highway would see Mark's
pickup truck. I was wearing my cheerleader outfit, my gold skirt and
red top, with my sweater on because it was cool now. I'd left my
shorts and bra off, wearing only that little blue thong underneath. I
had my purse and strangely enough, my book bag, which just had a
couple notebooks, some pens and pencils, my trigonometry textbook, and
that was it. I could have ditched it probably, but it was all I had
now.

Mark had even less than that. Jeans and boots and a t-shirt under his
high school letter jacket, kind of a fake leather thing in black and
red, with gold letters BIHS across the back. He had his wallet and...Me
and Chris, who at least had been able to change clothes after school.
He wore jeans too, with a black t-shirt and a earthy flannel shirt
loose and unbuttoned over that, and his Yankees jacket. We should have
thought to pack a bag or two before we'd left his house, but none of
us had been thinking very clearly then. We were about as prepared to
run away to New York City as we were to climb Mt. Everest, and we were
kind of realizing it.

"Let me go to the ATM first, see how much money we can get." I told my
two boyfriends.

"Okay." Mark looked at Chris and he shrugged.

"How about if I find out when the bus is coming?" Chris suggested and
that sounded like a good idea too, except we didn't really want to
split up.

"Maybe we should stay together." Mark said and we agreed with that.

"You sure you want to get that money, Steph?" Chris asked and I was
checking my balance, cause I sorta knew how much I had, but not
really. It had never been important before.

"Yeah, it's okay." I pushed some buttons on the screen.

People were walking in and out of the convenience store, which was
right where the ATMs were, and they gave us some looks. Mostly me,
since they were about all of them men, truckers mostly, but some
regular guys who were driving through as well. They probably didn't
get to see a lot of really cute cheerleaders hanging out at truck
stops. It made us all a little self-conscious and my boyfriends stayed
close by me.

"I got um, two thousand, seven hundred and forty two dollars." I said.
"And eighty-eight cents."

"Did you have a job?" Chris stared at me because he knew I didn't
work.

"Well, some of it's birthday money." I grinned at him, because I did
make out like a bandit on my birthdays. "But mostly it's pageant
money."

"Pageant money?" Chris smiled, but he had no idea.

"Yeah, Miss Teen Iroquois was a thousand dollars cash prize." I
nodded. "And um, Miss Dairy, that was another five hundred. Then, um,
last year there was the Little Miss Niagara..." I made a face cause that
was such a stupid name for a pageant. "...That was a thousand, but half
of it was a savings bond, and then there was..."

"Okay." Chris held up his hands and Mark was laughing.

"You asked her, dude." Mark looked over my shoulder. "Can you get
money?"

"Yeah, three hundred." I said, pushing more buttons.

"How many pageants have you won?" Chris wondered, since we'd never
really talked about it.

"Ummm..." I had to think about it. "Maybe a dozen? That I won, but I've
been in more than that."

"She started when she was like five years old or something." Mark
said. "Stephy never showed you her scrapbook?"

"No, uh-uh." Chris sounded left out.

"It's not a scrapbook, it's my Pageant Garland." I rolled my eyes and
the machine was spitting out a little stack of twenty dollar bills.

"It's a scrapbook." Mark laughed and I shoved the money at him.

"I wish I'd seen it." Chris said.

"You will, it'll be here when we get back." I turned and kissed him
real quick, cause he looked like he wanted one and I didn't care where
we were, I was officially a bad girl now.

"Yeah." Chris smiled, licking his lips.

"I can get another three hundred tomorrow if we need it." I tucked my
bank card back into my little wallet and closed my purse.

"Find out about the bus now?" Mark put the money away and we all
nodded.

"Then maybe we can shop?" I asked hopefully. "I really want to take a
shower and brush my teeth and...Oh God, I need some birth control
pills." I suddenly blinked at that realization.

"Oh." Chris sort of looked at me. "There's a drug store over there."

"Yeah." I was digging through my wallet, but I knew my prescription
was in my school locker, tucked in an old copy of Charlotte's Web on
the top shelf. 

"We'll get some condoms." Mark shrugged. 

We'd only used condoms like three times in our whole lives. The first
three times we'd made love cause I'd gone on the pill as soon as I
realized how much fun that sex stuff was and I'd really wanted to feel
all of it, you know? I loved feeling Mark and now Chris cumming inside
me. It made the whole thing better and I was going to hate those
condoms if we had to use those. I wanted to be squishy inside after
sex, the way I was supposed to be.

"My period is coming in a day or two anyway." I said. "There's gotta
be a health clinic in New York, right? I can get more."

"You'd think so." Chris chuckled and that was kind of a weird
conversation, but life happens, no matter what else you're doing.

I crumpled the receipt from the ATM and tossed it into the handy
garbage can they put there just for that and we were walking towards
the Do-It-All counter, which was pretty catchy, huh? The next bus
wasn't until twelve fifteen in the morning, about two hours away, and
it got to New York City like at six in the morning, which seemed like
a long trip, but there were stops too. It went east to Syracuse and
then Albany, before turning south and following the Hudson River to
New York City.

Three tickets were going to cost us almost a hundred and fifty dollars
and it was kind of weird because the woman working the counter said
she was giving us student discounts. She was kind of old and real
friendly, asking us why we wanted to go to the City in the middle of
the night, in the middle of the week. We didn't have a good reason,
but I made up a story about catching up with our high school tour
group, which made no sense at all, but she seemed happy with it.

"So..." She smiled at us. "...Three tickets then?"

We all looked at each other and came to a silent consensus after about
ten long seconds and Mark nodded, getting out some money for her.
Chris had given Mark the money he had and so Mark was our designated
banker. I guess I was the one responsible for making up our excuses,
because people tended to believe just about anything I told them, or
something. And Chris, he was the one we were doing all this for and
all he had to be was with us, because we loved him so much.

"Shopping or eating?" Chris asked, looking left and right as the diner
was at one way and the convenience and drug stores the other.

"Shopping." Mark decided and he gave me the tickets to put in my
purse.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What are you looking at?" I stared at my two boyfriends. "Get
toothbrushes, gee whiz!"

I was laughing at them because they'd been following me around while I
did all the shopping, like they didn't need anything, or more likely
they'd never had to do any real shopping for themselves. Mark was
carrying the basket and I'd already thrown in a bunch of stuff, like
basic necessities. 

"I want a red one." Chris said and Mark grinned at him, grabbing a
couple toothbrushes to go with mine.

"I got you a blue one." Mark said. "It goes with your eyes."

"You're so romantic." Chris giggled.

"Romance your way over to the deodorants." I told them, because I was
looking for some napkins. "Get me a Lady Speedstick, the purple kind."

"Lady Speedstick?" Mark looked at me like I was speaking a foreign
language.

"Yeah." I widened my eyes. "And find some condoms...Oh." Some middle-
aged guy was right behind me and I blushed and he gave me a little
look, up and down like I was naked or something, so I ignored him.
"Those extra thin kind. I wanna feel you guys." I added, just to tease
whoever he was.

"She's getting really weird." Chris laughed and he and Mark were
giving me some funny looks of their own, but I was kind of enjoying
myself, actually. I felt sort of free in a way.

That drug store had a lot of stuff in it, and that was cool. They even
had panties, thank God, because I was pretty tired of that thong.
They're not bad, even comfortable, but I'd been wearing it all day
long and it was kind of really dirty, you know? I was really dirty
too, plus my ass was sore! You wouldn't believe how much my butt was
hurting and I'd washed myself at the stream after we were done
fucking, but you can't get all that stuff out with just your finger. I
felt really mushy inside, which wasn't entirely bad, but not really
good either. Just annoying really

Anyway, we ended up buying a lot of basic stuff just to keep ourselves
clean and shiny and smelling good. I got a douche too, but not for my
pussy. I didn't know how well it work, but it had a bottle and a
nozzle and I was going to wash my ass. Condoms and Advils and a hair
brush and even some makeup, since I could buy what I wanted for a
change. I got some red lipstick, the same shade as my cheerleading
outfit, which seemed funny and cool, and then I found some fingernail
polish that was pretty close too.

My boyfriends thought I was crazy for buying half that stuff, but they
wouldn't even have gotten toothpaste if I hadn't been there probably.
Mark and Chris needed some serious mothering and so I decided it was
probably a good thing I was making them bring me along.

It costs us two dollars each to take showers, but it was worth it.
Actually it cost me four dollars, but I didn't tell my boyfriends
that, since I had a lot of extra quarters in my purse anyway It was
one of those deals where you plug in some money and you get a certain
amount of time to wash yourself and not nearly enough time either, it
had to be a serious racket and if I ever went into business for myself
it was going to be the pay shower business.

Even at four dollars it was the quickest shower I'd ever taken in my
life, but at least I was clean, and that little douche thing worked
pretty good too, except I had to sit on the toilet for about ten
minutes trying to push all the water out of me. But nobody needs to
know that kind of stuff. Suffice to say we all looked and smelled a
lot better and I just threw that thong away. I'd washed it in the sink
at first, but then I was like, jeeze, it's a dollar ninety-nine thong;
I can get another one! So then I tossed it, but then I was like,
that's my thong from home. So I rescued it, washed it again, and held
it under the hand dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp, but
that was okay, I just put it in the inside pocket of my purse and
zipped it up cause I was happy wearing clean pink panties.

"We thought you drowned in there." Mark complained when I finally came
out of the women's bathroom.

"Sorry." I shrugged. "I was dirty."

"Yeah, but half an hour?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"I guess we gotta get used to that, huh?" Chris smiled.

"Oh yeah." I giggled. "Let's eat! I'm starving."

We made our way to the diner and found a booth kind of away from the
windows and it smelled a little greasy in there, but I really was
pretty hungry. I'd skipped lunch, having some fun with Chris instead,
and then I hadn't eaten much at dinner, since I'd been pretty busy
jerking off Georgie under the table. So yeah, I was ready for a big
old cheeseburger, a strawberry shake and extra French fries. I was
planning on some pie for desert, except I'd have to starve myself for
a week afterwards.

"Oh shit." Mark said. He and Chris were sitting across from me in a
booth as we looked at our menus.

"What?" Chris looked at him and so did I.

"Rollie's here." Mark frowned and gave a little nod towards the
counter.

"What's he doing here?" I asked. "You think your dad sent out looking
for us?"

"No, his girlfriend works here." Mark said. "That's her over there,
getting coffee."

"He's probably waiting for her to get off work." Chris said and that
made sense.

"Yeah." Mark kind of slid down in his seat, but he was like six foot
three or something, so he wasn't going to disappear behind Chris.

"She probably gets off at midnight or something." I thought. "He's
gonna bust us for sure."

He was the farm hand who lived with Mark's family and he was pretty
much a part of the Westin family, so far as they were concerned. He'd
been there for ten years or something, ever since he'd gotten out of
jail. I didn't know exactly what he'd done to get put it jail, maybe
Mark didn't either, but it wasn't the sort of thing a guest would
bring up at someone's home, you know? I was raised better than that
and besides, I liked Rollie a lot, so did Chris, since Rollie was
pretty much a likable, if quiet sort of man.

It was like waiting for a bomb to go off, sitting there and waiting
for Rollie to turn his head and see us. Even if he didn't spot Mark,
he knew me and Chris well enough, especially me. He'd come over for
sure just to say hi, if nothing else, but most likely he'd wonder what
was going on because he knew I wasn't supposed to be out this late and
especially not out at the truck stop. It wasn't exactly off limits for
me, but it wasn't the sort of place high school kids went, and my dad
wouldn't have been happy about it anytime.

We ordered from the waitress and sipped our water and looked at our
watches and finally the shoe dropped, like it had to. Rollie spent
most of his time watching his girlfriend work, pretending to read a
section of newspaper and drink some coffee, but his head turned and
then he was staring right at me. He looked puzzled for a second, like
maybe he was surprised that there was another girl passing through who
looked just like me, but that only lasted a second. Then he saw who I
was with and he was getting up.

"He's coming." I said and that was enough to make us all swallow hard.


end of 27

Chapter Twenty-Eight


"Hi, Rollie." I smiled; trying to make it seem like everything was
perfectly okay.

"Hi Stephanie, Chris...What are you guys doing out here?" He looked
around at us, focusing on Mark. "Keeping her out kind of late, aren't
you Mark?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Mark nodded. "We just uh, thought we'd get a
bite, you know."

"Is that right?" Rollie nodded too and narrowed his steel eyes on
Mark's. 

Rollie was in his thirties, and muscular lean, handsome without really
looking good in any particular way. He had a narrow face, prominent
cheeks and a square jaw and he was another guy, like Mark, that just
made me feel safer when he was close. Not that he was especially big,
but he just looked like he could take care of anything that might be
bothering him, you know?

He also knew Mark as well as anyone, having watched the boy grow up
for the last ten years, more than half of Mark's life. Rollie knew him
as well as Mark's own father maybe, or even better in some ways,
because parents can be a little blind at times. Rollie knew Mark was
hiding something and being much more like an uncle than just a friend,
Rollie wasn't going to let it go easily.

"Mind if I sit down?" He gave me a thin smile and I smiled back,
sliding over on the seat so Rollie could join us.

"So, you're waiting for your girlfriend to get off?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, Connie gets off at midnight." He made a show of looking at his
watch. "Less than an hour now. I'm glad you guys showed up, I read
that old paper twice already."

"Did you eat?" I asked Rollie. "We already ordered, but we can get the
waitress back..."

"Oh, Mark's momma keeps me stuffed." Rollie smiled at me and patted
his belly, like he had one. The man was flat and hard as a rock under
his shirt, believe me. I'd seen him working without a shirt during the
summer and I'd liked the view just fine.

"Yeah, she's a good cook." Chris agreed, just to say something.

"Looks like ya'll did a little shopping, huh?" Rollie saw the plastic
bags next to me.

"Yeah, I thought as long as I was here." I cleared my throat and
Rollie gave me a patient smile.

"You want to tell me something, Mark?" Rollie shifted his eyes across
the table. "I ain't one to be nosey, you know that, but I got a
feeling your old man's gonna be asking about you."

"We're just..." I started but Rollie cut me off, still smiling.

"Just having a bite, I know." The man nodded and paused for a minute,
like he was thinking. "I've seen that look before."

"What look?" Mark asked because Rollie was talking to him.

"The one in your eyes. I had that same look about twenty years ago,
when I left home." Rollie gave us a little shrug. "I didn't wanna
leave, but it was time. I thought I had to because...Well, just because.
There ain't but two reasons to be out here in the middle of the night,
and Connie's too old for you."

We didn't say anything, or even look at each other for fear of proving
Rollie's suspicions right, but that was proof enough.

"You got bus tickets?" Rollie asked, like he knew everything.

"Yeah." Mark nodded after a long hesitation.

"What happened, somebody find out about the two of you?" Rollie said
it soft, sort of wagging a finger between Mark and Chris and then he
laughed at the looks on their faces. "Probably not, eh? You boys hide
it well enough, but it's there when you think nobody's looking."

"Uh, mom and pop...Do they..." Mark was actually turning a little red and
Chris was pale as a ghost.

"I wouldn't put anything past your mama, but your old man don't know."
Rollie shook his head. "Don't worry about me none, I've never been
much for gossip. It's your business, not mine."

"Okay." Mark cleared his throat and glanced at Chris.

"So if it ain't that, then..." Rollie turned to look at me, turned most
of his body in fact.

"What?" I stared back at him for a second before I caught on. "Oh, no.
I'm not pregnant." I laughed lightly. "We're careful."

"Yeah, I see that." Rollie chuckled and I turned to see that the
condom box was clearly readable through the plastic and it was my turn
to blush a little.

We stopped talking for a minute then as the waitress was coming by
with our food, but my appetite had diminished somewhat with Rollie's
arrival, and especially with his observations. It was like he knew all
of our secrets, and maybe he'd known for a long time, I had no idea. 

"So..." Rollie watched the waitress walk away, checking out her ass
probably, since he was single and it was a free country. "...If it isn't
that, and it isn't the other, well..."

Rollie was waiting on an explanation for why we were running away and
so far he'd taken the news rather well, I thought. I'd have figured
him to haul us out of there, since the only allegiance he really had
was to Mark's father and Mr. Westin wasn't going to be too happy with
Mark running off in the middle of the night. Then again, Rollie had
lived a life somewhat different from anyone else we knew, so he
probably had a different perspective on things than most people would
expect.

Chris was looking at me and I didn't say anything, I didn't even
twitch a muscle, so he looked at Mark.

"Should I tell him?" He asked quietly and Mark gave the smallest nod
you can imagine.

"I, uh..." Chris looked around and leaned over his food, naturally
drawing Rollie closer as well. "...I think I killed my dad. He was
raping...I mean he already did it, he raped Stephanie, and we were
fighting..."

"We were both fighting with him." Mark said and his voice was low too,
we were all leaning towards the center of the table and glancing
around suspiciously.

"...And my dad, he was hitting Mark so I um, I hit him over the head
with a lamp, like a metal one, and there was so much blood." Chris
paused, blinking rapidly.

"Georgie wasn't moving." Mark said. "And his mom, she was saying Chris
had to go, to run away before she called the Sheriff and the ambulance
and stuff."

"So first I was going to go by myself," Chris continued, "but Mark
said he'd come with me..."

"I can't let him go by himself." Mark said and he was looking at Chris
and you couldn't miss the feelings he had for the other boy.

"...And then Steph, she said she was going to come and we tried to talk
her out of it, but..." Chris sighed.

"But I'm going." I looked at Rollie, staring into his eyes and he was
one of the few people who could look me right back. "I love them both
and I won't let them go without me."

"So, we're getting on the bus and..." Mark shrugged cause that was all
we knew and I think it was a relief for us to be able to tell someone.

"You think he's really dead?" Rollie asked Chris. "Did you check him?"

"No, but..." Chris shook his head. "...There was a lot of blood."

"Yeah, everybody bleeds a lot from the head, it don't mean anything."
Rollie rubbed his jaw. "You know just cause you run it don't mean
they'll stop looking for you. What's your mom going to tell the
sheriff?"

"My mom." Chris groaned. "She's probably going to say Mark and
Stephanie did it. Seriously. Her and my dad, they knew about us. Me
and Mark, and Stephanie too, they just wanted to, I don't know, hurt
us, I guess."

"So even if you didn't kill him, you figure your folks are gonna blame
everything on your friends?" Rollie shook his head. "Yeah, I've seen
your folks around, down at the VFW. I don't reckon I'd put it past
either one of them."

"We probably should have gone to the sheriff, huh?" Mark sighed.

"Yeah, maybe." Rollie gestured with his hand. "Don't make much
difference now, hard to see where all this is gonna end up, isn't it?"

"Yeah." We all nodded.

"How you guys fixed for money?" Rollie looked around at us.

"We got some." Mark shrugged. "We'll have to find some work or
something, I don't know. Here, I guess I can give you these."

Mark fished the keys to his truck out of his pocket and looked at them
for a second. He loved his truck and then he gave them over to Rollie.

"Yeah, you'll need a job." The man agreed, taking Mark's keys with a
frown. "Who knows, probably be good for you. Better than going to
jail, you don't want none of that."

"So you think we're doing the right thing?" I asked Rollie.

"I don't know." He gave me a thin smile. "I never made much out of my
life, so I ain't much for giving advice one way or the other. You just
have to take care of yourselves, first. Take care of each other and
when it's time to come home..." 

"Come home." Mark nodded. "My pop's gonna be pissed. Stephy's too,
he's gonna kill me."

"Could be." Rollie chuckled. "So you best take good care of her, both
you boys."

"Yes sir." Chris said.

"Are you going to be okay?" Rollie was looking at me again.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm going to be fine."

"Okay." Rollie started getting up. "I'll talk to your folks, Mark."

"Thanks, Rollie." Mark said. "For everything."

"Rollie?" I stopped him. "Could you, um...Would you call my mom and dad?
Tell them where I am? That I'm safe with Mark and Chris and..."

"Maybe you should call them yourself." Rollie suggested gently but I
shook my head.

"No, I can't...Talk to them right now. I can't." I said and Rollie
nodded.

"Yeah, I'll call them for you." He said.

"And um, tell my dad I was the Homecoming Queen, okay? For me, tell
him that?" I was going to cry maybe and I took a deep ragged breath,
trying not to.

"Sure I will, Steph." Rollie nodded and he looked at me for a long
second and then he was leaving us to sit alone.


end of 28

Chapter Twenty-Nine


"What do you think's going to happen?" Chris asked Mark. "He'll tell
your dad, right?"

"Oh yeah." Mark nodded and we were all eating slowly, not feeling so
hungry as before, but knowing we needed the food.

"If he tells my dad what happened to me, I mean that I was...You know."
I didn't like the word.

"He'll go pretty crazy." Mark nodded. "My pop too, he always figured
you were his daughter, kind of."

"Yeah." I smiled a little, knowing it was true.

"I think him and my mom even plan on it, I mean, us getting married
someday." Mark was smiling and marriage was something we'd never
talked about, not until tonight. We were always too young for that.

"I know." I nodded. "Your mom kinda talked around it a few times."

"Talked around it?" Mark wondered.

"Yeah, I mean talked about us being married without really saying it,
just...Talking around it." I shrugged and ate some more fries.

"I never knew that." Mark scratched his head. "I mean they talked to
me about it, but I never figured they'd say anything to you."

I think Mark was a little embarrassed by it actually, but he shouldn't
have been. Everyone knew we were in love and everyone was happy for
us, and parents make all kinds of plans for the future, especially
practical people like our families. My mom thought I'd marry Mark, I
knew that, but my dad wouldn't ever admit it if he did. He wasn't
going to let himself imagine me being anything other than his little
girl until it became unavoidable to think of my as some other man's
wife. And then I'd still be his little girl, forever and ever. 

My dad was going to be upset though, real upset and he might even come
looking for us, I thought, but maybe not. I'd have to call him soon,
just so he wouldn't. He'd never find us, for one thing. We didn't even
know where we were going. But if daddy couldn't bring me back, he'd
want to take it out on somebody. When he found out I'd been raped,
cause Rollie had believed us and they'd believe him, once my dad heard
that, if Georgie wasn't already dead, he might start wishing he was.

I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know if the police
were looking for us or not. I didn't know if Georgie was dead or what
Wendy had told the sheriff. It could have been we were running away
from nothing at all. Or it could have been we were doing exactly what
we had to. I didn't know and neither did my two boyfriends and life is
like that. You do what you think you have to and then later you can
look back and tell if it was smart or dumb, or somewhere in between,
like most decisions are. 

"Do you think Rollie is going to tell your parents about us?" Chris
looked at Mark and I watched the two boys sitting together across from
me.

"No, not Rollie." Mark said. "But even if he does, I don't care."

Mark kissed him then, not like deep or long, but it was a real kiss on
the lips, in the middle of the truck stop diner and it surprised all
of us, even Mark maybe. Chris looked like someone had like someone had
just hit him with a cattle prod, except he was smiling because for
some reason that cattle prod had felt good. And Mark's big brown eyes
were wide as he realized what he'd just done and he licked his lips
and smiled, like he knew he couldn't take it back, even if he wanted
to, which I don't think he did. And I just went...

"Wow!" I giggled and smiled and "Wow! That's so cool."

"You're my boyfriend, right?" Mark was looking at Chris.

"Yeah." Chris nodded.

"Then..." Mark shrugged. "...I'm tired of hiding it. Secrets just get us
in trouble anyway."

"Okay." Chris blinked his pretty blue eyes and brushed some long
blonde hair back, so I knew he was nervous, but he looked happy too.

"No more secrets." I smiled at that. "I like it."

It probably wasn't a good idea for Chris and Mark to start making out
in a truck stop though, I mean some of those guys looked pretty rough
around the edges. I'm sure most truck drivers are really nice guys,
they have wives and kids and dogs and they just want to make some
money and get home safe like any other guy, but still, they were truck
drivers and two boys kissing might get some unwanted attention. I was
already getting enough attention all by myself anyway. 

It probably shouldn't have been surprising how many men were checking
me out. A sixteen year old beauty queen wearing a cheerleader outfit
at a truck stop. It was like I was on the menu or something and I'd
been a little self-conscious about it all night, but there wasn't much
I could do about it either. I wasn't going to say anything to Mark or
Chris. I wasn't that kind of girl that I had to have my boyfriends
looking for trouble just because someone was looking at me. Some girls
are like that, but they have their own problems. My only real thought
was that when we got to New York, I needed to buy some real clothes.

We'd left the truck unlocked, since we weren't really used to locking
stuff up, although out at the truck stop that might not have been too
smart. But the only thing worth stealing was my book bag, if you were
into trigonometry, I mean. That's all we wanted to get out of it, or I
wanted to get anyway. 

"You're bringing your homework?" Chris grinned at me, since he'd been
expecting me to empty it out.

"What?" I shrugged. "I'm bringing everything. It's mine."

"You say so, Steph." Chris just laughed and Mark shrugged.

"Get the KY Jelly out of the glove compartment too." Mark told me and
I looked over my shoulder at him.

"You keep that stuff in your truck?" I giggled.

"Well, I got some in my locker too." Mark grinned at Chris. "I guess
they'll find that though."

"People are gonna wonder when they see that." Chris giggled and I
blinked as I realized they were telling me they'd fucked at school,
maybe, but I had other things on my mind.

"What do you mean?" I asked, since I obviously hadn't thought of
everything.

"They're gonna open our lockers, Steph." Chris nodded.

"Shoot." I frowned, thinking of my birth control pills and my
boyfriends probably figured that out, since they didn't say anything
more. Neither did I, but it was true, people were going to be finding
out a lot of things about us.

I put the stuff we'd bought inside it and handed it to Mark. He
complained a little, but he carried it for me. Mark had been carrying
my books for over a year, so he was used to it anyway.

"That bus should be coming pretty soon." Mark looked at his watch and
I looked at mine too, little Minnie Mouse with both arms pointing
straight up. It was pretty much midnight.

"You know, even if we're not in trouble." I said, leaning against the
truck. "It's still pretty fun running away with you guys."

"You're not scared?" Chris stared at me and I laughed.

"Well, yeah, sorta." I nodded. "Sad too, sure, but I don't know...It's
romantic."

"Romantic?" Mark shook his head.

"It makes my heart go thump." I bumped my hip against Mark, since I
was between the two boys as we stood there.

"It is pretty cool." Chris agreed with me.

"You guys are weird." Mark looked at us like we were crazy.

"What? You don't feel excited?" I looked up at him. "You're stealing
me away in the middle of the night, come on, that is seriously
romantic."

"Stealing you away?" Mark laughed and rolled his eyes. "I wanted to
take you home, remember?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't very hard to make you let me come along." I
teased him, but it was kinda true.

"When was the last time I ever talked you out of anything?" Mark
asked.

"Besides my clothes?" I giggled.

"Yeah, besides that." Mark looked at Chris. "You know what I mean, you
can't say no to her..."

"It's impossible, yeah." Chris agreed.

"...Everything we do it's always what Stephy wants." Mark was grinning.
"Her good girl rules and all that, where we go and what we do..."

"...Yeah." Chris was grinning too. "...I tried to talk her out of having
sex at lunch, but she made me do it."

"What?" I gasped, now it was getting thick.

"She violated you?" Mark nodded sympathetically.

"Oh yeah." Chris giggled. "She didn't even ask me if I wanted to or
not, she just...Did it."

"I've been putting up with that since she was fifteen, dude." Mark
clucked his tongue. "Before that even."

"You guys are such liars!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I
do everything you guys want to do all the time. And so what if I have
rules? If it wasn't for me..."

"Bus is here." Chris said.

"We better go, I guess." Mark nodded.

"Wait! I'm not done talking!" I stared at the two boys as they started
walking away.

"Are you coming, Steph?" Mark looked over his shoulder with a big
grin.

"Was she saying something?" Chris asked, really rubbing it in.

"It's a long ride, you guys." I warned them. "And you guys are in so
much trouble. Wait for me! Hey!"

"See?" Mark laughed. "She's always telling us what to do."

"Homecoming Queens are like that, I think." Chris shrugged.

"You guys better stop." I kind of hopped up between them, putting my
arms around their necks. I felt like a little kid on my way to
grandma's house for Christmas. It was strange how excited I was
feeling.

"Ohhh...Hey..." Chris smiled at me as I let them go, forcing myself
between them as we walked. "We love you anyway, Steph."

"I know." I giggled. "I hope that bus is big."

"It looked pretty big." Mark looked down at me. "Why?"

"Oh..." I shrugged. "No reason."

"Right." Chris giggled. "I've heard that before."

"You know me too good now, huh?" I giggled and it was almost true.
"I've never made love on a bus."

"But you always wanted to, huh?" Chris rolled his eyes at Mark.

"She's insatiable, dude." Mark sighed and maybe I was, but so were
they.

end of 29

Chapter Thirty


"Chris..." I gave him a smile, a shy one and bit my bottom lip. "...Come
over here."

I was sitting on one side of the bus, kind of towards the back, while
Mark and Chris sat on the opposite side directly across from me. It
wasn't very crowded and the other passengers were all sitting ahead of
us, out of sight because those bus seats had really high backs, and
they reclined, which was seriously cool. They even had little reading
spotlights and air conditioning vents. I'd never been on a bus before,
or a big boat, or an airplane. Nothing but cars and trucks, and so
this was pretty fun.

Chris and Mark had their seats all the way back, and I'd done the same
thing with both of my seats, since they came in pairs. I wished they'd
come in threes, but that would have been pretty cramped, I guessed. So
they were sitting together and looking at me and I really wanted Chris
to sit with me.

"Hold on...Ummm...Just a bit, okay?" Chris whispered, cause that bus was
dark and it wasn't really quiet, but not noisy either as it rolled
down the highway.

"Yeah." I nodded and I turned in my seat, leaning against the window
and I spread my legs a little.

Mark and Chris were making out, and had been for about ten minutes,
and I was seriously horny. It wasn't really fair of me to break them
up either, I knew that, and they were right to make me wait my turn.
Still, it was tough watching as Mark leaned over Chris, after giving
me a smile, and pressed his mouth to our boyfriend's lips. Mark was
rubbing Chrissy's cock too, through his jeans, massaging that bulge
while his tongue went deep into Chris' mouth.

I took my panties off, kind of because I wanted my two boyfriends to
see me like that, all pink and wet and ready for them, but also
because I was going to Jill off nice if nothing else and I didn't need
to get my brand new panties dirty right away. I rubbed my pussy slowly
and it wasn't bad, watching those two boys kiss, and in public too,
except nobody was near us, nobody could see what was going on back
there, but it was still public and that was hot for me. I was playing
with my pussy on a bus, while my boyfriend's made out!

I stroked my little clitoris with my fingertips, like she was a baby
kitten and I could feel that bit of flesh tingling and getting harder.
I played with my breasts, just rubbing my tits through my cheerleading
top, as I'd taken my sweater off already. That top didn't hide my
nipples at all, not when they were screaming hard like they were now.
I was squeezing my tits roughly, one and then the other while I rubbed
my clit and that was warming me up good.

Mark had slid his hand inside Chrissy's t-shirt and he was playing
with the other boy's chest while they kissed. I could see Mark's arm
moving and he must have been rubbing Chrissy's nipples nice, maybe
pinching them too, definitely thumbing them hard, because Mark loved
doing that to me. He was making out with Chris just like he would have
with me, and I wasn't jealous, I was just really hungry for it right
then.

The excitement of running away, the romance, and I hadn't been lying
about that, it was like pushing a happy button down in my tummy. My
sex button, which was a big one anyway and always getting pushed by
something. I pinched my clit gently, like I was testing it, seeing how
sensitive she really was, and I gave a soft gasp because my clit was
definitely getting there. I flicked it a couple times, hard with my
finger just to punish myself for being greedy, and then I moved my
fingers down to my pussy lips.

Across from me, Chris had opened Mark's pants, which made me really
happy. I stared as that large excited cock filled Chrissy's hands.
They moved a little, so that the two boys were more side by side,
instead of Mark on top, and Chris was stroking his boyfriend slowly.
His hands moved up and down the shaft, the top one going over the
smooth head which glistened with precum, and then sliding down to get
the shaft nice and wet. Mark was holding Chrissy's head, their faces
turned at angles and sometimes their mouths were tightly sealed, so
that all I could see were the tendons and jaw muscles working. Other
times they would pull apart, just a fraction and breathe and then I
could see their tongues, writhing against each other, over and under
and around. Chris would suck Mark's lips, bit and nibble at the bigger
boy's mouth, and then Mark would push his tongue inside Chris,
starting it all over again.

I was playing with my pussy then, my cunt lips were thick and juicy
and they had only a little feeling in them, so it felt good to really
pinch and pull them hard, working my labia against each other and
enjoying the sensations it brought. My tummy was tumbling and my pussy
quivered inside, collapsing inward on itself like it was looking for
something long and hard to hold onto, a nice big cock to fuck me, and
my finger was a poor substitute as I pushed into my sexy hole. I
fucked myself slowly, using my thumb on my clit and hunching my ass
off the seat a little while I watched my boyfriends.

Mark wanted Chris to suck him and the blonde boy didn't mind at all.
He was hungry for Mark's cock, just like I was, and there was enough
room in those seats that he could get on his knees, on the floor of
the bus and lean over to kiss the head of Mark's swollen prick. Chris
was good at it too, he'd had a lot of practice sucking our boyfriend
off and his mouth was a lot bigger than mine. He took the head easily,
although it did stretch Chrissy's bruised lips more than a little, and
Mark moaned softly with pleasure.

I kept my legs wide, even though I was getting to the point where it
would have been nice to close my thighs against my hand. I was going
to cum pretty soon, but Mark was watching me now and I had the reading
light turned on, just like theirs, so it was like I had a little white
spotlight right on my cunt just for him. He could see how pink I was
inside. My lips were darker, but I pulled my labia apart, showing Mark
everything, letting him see how much my pussy looked like a flower,
with a dark little tunnel leading all the way up to my womb. I was
using both hands for that and then I pushed both of my index fingers
together into my pussy, fucking myself hard with them side by side and
that was new, but it felt so good it was going to bring me off quick.

Chris was taking more of Mark's cock now, which was really wet and
slippery, with saliva and precum running down the long straight shaft.
He could take half of Mark, maybe a little more and Chris was pumping
what he couldn't with his right hand while the left played with Mark's
big cum filled balls. I could hear the wet lip smacking sounds, the
soft slurps and swallows Chris was making. It seemed loud to me, but I
don't think anyone else could hear it. Chris wasn't going to stop
anyway and Mark wasn't going to let him. He was holding Chrissy to his
cock with a hand on the back of the boy's head, his fingers playing in
Chrissy's silky hair. Mark was going to cum soon as well and he was
already lifting his butt a little, trying to get as much of his cock
into his boyfriend's hot wet mouth as Chris could handle.

I wanted us to cum together and I was trying to hold off, but it felt
so good working my fingers in and out of my pussy. I could feel the
buttery walls of my cunt clinging to me, sucking and trying to keep my
fingers inside. My clit was on fire and swollen as big as it ever got,
which wasn't very big at all, but enough for me to play with between
my two thumbs while I wriggled my fingertips around in my pussy. It
was a weird, fun way to masturbate and I was enjoying it, but it was
going to set me off any second and I wanted to cum when Mark did. I
was trying to hold back, my heart going fast, my tummy doing
somersaults, and my head just spinning with all those good feelings.

"Here...Oh fuck..." Mark groaned and he was holding Chrissy's head with
both hands, bending over the boy a little as he started cumming.

That was it for me, and my patience was well rewarded as my orgasm
just let itself go suddenly. I had to fight to keep my mouth shut or I
was going to scream. I shoved my fingers as far into my spasming cunt
as I could and it was like sticking my hands into one of my mom's
runny cherry pies straight from the oven. I was so hot inside, and
wet, God! You wouldn't believe how wet I suddenly was, like I was
peeing myself, except it was all girl goo, sex juice meant to make it
easier for a big fat cock to reach my womb. I was cumming hard and I
forced myself to keep my eyes open somehow, to watch as Chris was
swallowing down as much of Mark's sperm as he could. It overflowed his
mouth easily, running pale and wet across Chrissy's fingers as he
milked his boyfriend's balls for as much of Mark's cum as he could
get.

It was crazy sexy and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste it.
Mark's hot salty sperm was always so good and thick, and it was hard
to remember that I hadn't always liked it, but I did now. I was
breathing hard, panting for air and massaging my cunt more than
fucking it really, watching as Chris kept working Mark's cock, coaxing
more semen out of him until he finally lifted his mouth away.

Chris was red faced and sweating and he moved quickly, from the floor
near Mark, over to me, pressing his body against mine as I half lay
there, slumped way down by now, with just my shoulders and head
against the wall of the bus. Chris put his mouth on mine and I opened
for him eagerly. I was ready to cum again when Chris' tongue pushed a
big mouthful of Mark's sperm into my mouth and we kissed for a half a
minute like that, working Mark's orgasm back and forth between us. The
only reason we stopped was because Chris really needed air and we both
swallowed what we had in our mouths.

I was reaching beneath Chris then, opening his jeans, awkwardly and
desperate to free his cock. I needed him inside me and Chris lifted
himself to give me room while he sucked air into his lungs. His cock
sprang free, hard and long and ready, and it was just so easy. I was
already there and ready and he was between my legs, his cockhead
finding my pussy with no trouble at all, just a few pokes and then he
had my hole. Chris shoved himself all the way inside me with one hard
thrust that made me cry out, probably too loudly, but I couldn't help
it. He was inside me all the way, stretching my pussy sweetly and I
came, right then, I was having my second orgasm and Chris was kissing
me again.

He fucked me hard and fast, not wasting any time, and all I could do
was hold onto the boy, lifting my ass off the seats to meet his cock
as it plunged into my cum filled cunt over and over. The wetness was
spilling out of me like a flood, running down over my puckered and
still sore asshole, and staining my skirt and the seat beneath me, but
I didn't care. I was getting the fuck I needed and sucking Chrissy's
spermy tongue, and Mark was watching us, basking in the afterglow of a
really good blowjob.

When Chris started cumming, his cock swelling even larger as he
strained to get inside me as far as he could, I was kissing him. My
eyes were open and my womb was being filled with sperm, and I was
looking at Mark, and...I was in love. I didn't know if running away was
right or wrong, but I knew this was good. It was right, being with
those two boys, both of them. Fate had brought us together and I was
convinced that fate would protect us. I couldn't express that and I
didn't understand it, but I believed it. 

"Stay inside me for awhile." I breathed, fumbling around blindly for
the light switch. 

"Yeah, whatever you want, Steph." Chris smiled at me. Mark turned off
his light and he was leaning back, watching us in the dark as our
light went off too.

Chris was still inside me when I fell asleep, dreaming of an uncertain
future in a city far away.


end of 30
end of BI High Book 2
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