Gender: Male Age: 21 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Not my Storie all Credit goes to Eric Storm|
"I never thought you'd fall for him," Susan sneered. "I mean, Christ, what a geek..."
"He might be a bookworm," Julie allowed, not willing to disparage him anymore, "but God can he fuck. I mean, shit, I thought I'd had experiences, but... damn, Susan, he makes my head spin!"
"He must. You haven't gone out with a football player in three weeks."
"Four," Julie said sourly. "None of them wanted anything to fuckin' do with me after the funeral. You saw how Donny was," She hadn't yet had the courage to call him that to his face, but she wanted to. "He was there for me. For once, a guy actually cared before I fucked him silly... and then he fucked me silly! Jesus Christ, he is hot!"
"I think you're in love," Susan said snidely. She discounted the very thought that Donald White could possibly be all that good in bed. He was a geek, pure and simple. He spent his days on a computer, just like her step-brother, Gill.
"Maybe I am," Julie allowed, her heart fluttering at the thought. "But fuck if I don't cream my jeans just sitting here thinking about him and what he can do to me. You really ought to consider giving him a try."
Susan snapped her head around as if she'd been hit with an electric shock. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I mean, even if he was my type, which he most definitely is not, I don't go around screwing other girls' boyfriends!"
"Shit, you know how I am, Suse. He's not a boyfriend, really... I don't have boyfriends. I just like to get laid. If you want a run at him, go for it!"
"I do not 'want a run' at Donald White. That's sick."
Julie shrugged. "Okay, but I'm tellin' you... we've been wasting a lot of years..." her voice cut off because just then Katie walked into the lunch room, where they were sitting. She quickly got a tray and went to sit with them.
"Hey, guys. How are things going?"
"Pretty good, Kate," Susan answered. "Julie was just telling me-"
"How good you're getting on the squad," Julie said, shooting a look at Susan. It was not a friendly look. "You might even be able to make varsity next year."
"You really think so?" she asked, not aware enough to realize that she had just missed something that might have been important to her.
"I can't even read that, let alone say it," Don said, his eyes trying to twist three different ways at once from looking at the so-called text in the book he had been handed.
Veronica chuckled. "No, you can't. It's been magically encrypted. You recognize that it is text, but you have no idea how to make out the letters or words. Unless you know the spell to decrypt it, which only works until you close the book again. Here, let me show you."
Veronica took the book and opened it to a page at random. Then, she closed her eyes and chanted a fairly intricate spell that took her almost a minute. When she opened her eyes, she handed the book back to Don. "See?"
Don could now read the words, though they were in a language foreign to him, and he couldn't even begin to decipher their meaning. Veronica suddenly bounced the book in his hand with a giggle, and he dropped it. The book fell to the floor, closing as it did so. Don reached down to get it, and reopened it, only to have his eyes try to see what his retinas looked like again. He closed the book again and handed it back to Veronica.
"Didn't do me much good, anyway. I don't speak gibberish. Or mageish, or whatever the heck that was."
Veronica laughed at him as she put the book back on a shelf. She drew out another one, much smaller, and walked back to him. She kissed him before leading him over to the worktable they were using.
I can't believe he's so nice to me. Ripley looked disgusted at the idea of having to sleep with me... and Don plays with me! He treats me more like a lover than as his instructor. Maybe the Fates don't hate me after all.
She sat down next to Don, who promptly caressed her back. She shivered at his touch, but tried to shake off his effect.
"Stop that," she said playfully, as she opened the book. Don did not 'stop that.'
"This book," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "If you don't cut it out, I'm going to change you into a horny toad!" she promised.
Don leaned in and tickled her ear with his tongue. "You make me horny all the time, anyway..." Her insides melted as his breath slithered into her ear.
"Okay, okay, after I've explained this to you, I promise we'll play. Good enough?"
"No," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "but I'll take what I can get."
"That's encourageable, Mistress," he said with a smirk. She smiled at him, and finally, he let his hand slide off her back, where it had been drawing light circles on her robe.
"This book," she said, taking a deep breath to try to shake off the effects of his touch, "is yours. It is also encrypted, so don't bother opening it yet. These are all of your... uh... well, to use a term you're familiar with, your 'second level' spells."
"How come there's no book of first level spells?"
"Because you have to know a first level spell to be able to read the book of second-level spells. This ensures that no one can just pick up a book and learn our magic; you have to have an instructor to teach you the decryption spell."
"Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense. Is this book in gibberish, too?"
"No. It's in English, because English is your native language."
"Well, I thought English was your native language, too. How come that other book was in... whatever that was?"
Veronica cocked an eyebrow at him. "If you think I'm going to reveal all of my secrets to you now, you have a lot to learn."
"Yes, Mistress," Don said both seriously and playfully. She smiled at him to lessen the sting.
"Now, if you laugh while reciting the decryption spell, it won't work."
"Why would I laugh during the spell?" he asked with a frown.
"Because of the spell."
It took Don twenty minutes to be able to say "Wipsy tipsy wodum go boing boing bardon on hopscotch butter rolls" without laughing. When he was finally able to get it out, the spells in the book rearranged themselves into words he could comprehend. He was trying to regain his breath, and so he set the book down carefully, making sure to keep it open.
"Why," he asked, when he'd finally caught his breath, "Is the decryption spell so... stupid?"
"My great grandmother had a twisted sense of humor," Veronica said. "She even insisted that you do it in that damned sing-song voice. I hated my great grandmother," Veronica said with a frown. Don caressed her, and then hugged her to him, to comfort her. Veronica smiled at him, then pointed to the book.
"As you can see, now you can read the book. These spells are all pretty straightforward, not too complex. They will require more concentration than the spells of the first circle."
"Level, to your way of thinking. There are eight circles in our system of magic. I have only mastered the first five. You are now among the second circle."
"Oh. Will I be meeting more magicians as we learn more?"
Veronica gave him a sidelong glance. "Perhaps."
"Okay, what do you want me to learn from this?"
"No, not now."
"Have you not seen the calendar lately? Tonight is a full moon." The look on her face was one of passion, and a little dismay. She always worried that Don would tire of her advances. They did not have sex only on the full moon; they had sex whenever she could manage to get his clothes off, which didn't seem to require a lot of effort on her part.
"Yes, Mistress," Don said, now entirely playful. He kissed her neck and let his hand wander to one of her favorite spots, and she moaned.
Yes, maybe the Fates like me after all.
When the doorbell rang that Saturday, Don pretty much ignored it. His mom was in the living room, and she would probably get it. When someone knocked on his bedroom door, however, he looked up in surprise. It wouldn't be time for the gang to show up for another hour or so.
"C'mon in," he said, expecting his mother or something. When Julie opened the door, he smiled warmly. "Hey, Jules," he said.
Julie came in and closed the door behind her. She walked over and dumped herself into Don's lap, kissing him passionately. Their tongues were soon dancing together, and Don let his hand wander down onto her ass, causing her to groan against him.
After a while, they broke the kiss. They couldn't do anything with his parents home, and if they went much further, they'd have to. Julie leaned her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck. Don liked his new relationship with Julie; not only did he get laid regularly, but she was also much nicer to him now.
"Donny," she said, very hesitantly, since she'd never called him that before, "how come we never go out together?"
Don got tingles when she used a nickname for him, but he was more interested in her question. "I didn't think you wanted to," he said simply. Fucking him was one thing; being seen in public with him was another.
She looked up at him. "Why wouldn't I want to? It's not like I'm going out with anyone else."
"Really?" He was kind of surprised; Julie had never dated one guy exclusively before.
She shook her head. "After the funeral..." Don squeezed her more tightly, to help her get past those thoughts. "None of my usual dates wanted anything to do with me. I guess they'd probably date me now, if I came on to one of them, but... shit, why bother? I get better sex from you," she said with a coy smile. He kissed her for that compliment, and then she said, "I also get treated better. So, couldn't we go out sometime?"
"Sure," he said. He knew that today was supposed to be a group day, but he didn't figure Gill would mind much. Besides, he and Gill hadn't been quite right together since Don had gotten back from Zemlia Nov. He remembered too much of what had gone on. Making up his mind, he said, "Why not this afternoon? We could go to the... amusement park." He'd almost said museum, but he didn't think that was Julie's style.
She smiled broadly at him. "I'd like that. Will you win me a teddy bear?" she asked in a small-girl voice.
"Promise," he said, thinking, I hope I have enough money! She kissed him in gratitude, and then got up, so he could stand. After leaving a note for the others, they went out to get in the car. Don thought it would be a fun afternoon.
He was right about the afternoon; they'd had a blast. They rode the rides and played some games for several hours, then, as they felt it was about time to go, Don led Julie over to the prize games. He had her pick out the teddy bear she wanted, thanking Fate that she didn't want the biggest one.
He'd had to resort to magic; the game was almost impossible to beat, but it was for Julie, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He'd quietly cast a spell to improve his hand-eye coordination, and thus his aim. It had still taken him forever to win the bear. It would have been cheaper to just buy her one, but that wasn't the point, of course.
Julie squealed in delight, and kissed him as he gave her the teddy bear. Then they headed back to the car. Well, my first date ever came off without a hitch.
He didn't know the hitch was waiting at home.
As Don walked into the house, with Julie and her bear in tow, Don found Gill sitting in the living room, waiting for them.
"'bout time you fucking got here."
"I left you a note telling you where we were going."
"You were supposed to be here," Gill snapped. "We've been doing this every Saturday for years, and now all of a sudden, you just decide 'not this week?'"
"Hey, we've missed weeks before. This is no big deal. Julie wanted to-"
"I don't give a rat's ass what Julie wanted! This is supposed to be our day!" Gill's voice had risen, and it had drawn the attention of the two other girls, not to mention Don's parents, who were staying out of it, but watching intently.
Don was only going to be pushed so far, but he tried one more time to quiet Gill down. "Look, what's the problem here? It's not like we had anything planned. We were just going to spend the day screwing around."
"The point is that you were supposed to be here, not off with some bimbo doing God knows what."
Don's gaze darkened. His voice, when he spoke, was far harsher than it had been. "If you call her that again in front of me, I'll beat the living snot out of you." His words were toned down because he knew that his parents were standing there. "As to what we were doing, I took her to the amusement park. Now, as to where I should or shouldn't be..."
Don strode over until he was standing only a couple of feet from Gill. "Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can't do? Yes, we have a standing arrangement for Saturday. Yes, I broke that arrangement. Once. I left you a note; you had no right to expect me to be back in anything like a reasonable time. I didn't expect you to wait here, I think I made that clear when I said, in the note, 'See you Monday.' If your Saturday was ruined, that was your fault. I did everything I possibly could about the situation.
"If you don't like the fact that I actually had a date for once, that's your problem. I'm not going to stand here and be dictated to just because you spent your Saturday being annoyed. I have better things to do with my time than get yelled at for being social. Maybe you should try it sometime. Or maybe you should try thinking of someone besides yourself for five minutes."
Don turned and walked out of the room and up the stairs. The girls all stared at Gill, who had his jaw set in anger. He stormed out of the room, past the others, and out the front door. Kate and Susan looked at Julie, who blushed, and squeezed her teddy bear.
Don's mother intervened at this point. "Did he win that for you?" she asked softly. Julie nodded, blushing even deeper. Don's mother smiled. "Why don't you go make sure he's okay?"
Julie bolted for the stairs, just to get away from them all. Kate and Susan looked at each other.
"Date?" Katie asked. Susan just shrugged.
Upstairs, Julie knocked softly on Don's door. In a second, it opened. His look was unfriendly, until he realized who it was, then he smiled. He took her arm and pulled her gently into the room, closing the door. Carefully, he pulled her arms open, took the bear, and set it on the dresser. Then he took her arms and wrapped them around himself.
"That bear was getting far too much attention," he said to her with a smile. She blushed again, but this was a more comfortable blush. She moaned as Don kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and brushing across her own tongue. They stood that way for over a minute, just kissing.
Finally, they broke their kiss, and Don moved them over to the bed, where they could sit beside each other. Julie laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I caused such a problem."
"I'm not," Don said. "And you didn't cause it. He did. Gill's really pretty self-centered. If things don't go the way he wants, he blows up at you. We've always gotten along because, up until now, what he wanted was also what I wanted. But since I don't think he wants to date you..."
"Ewww," Julie said, making a sour face. She turned until she was straddling Don's lap. "I wouldn't date him if you paid me to!" She kissed Don tenderly this time. "Donny... will we do this again?"
"Sure. I like being with you, Jules." He kissed her again, and then they just sat quietly, being with each other. It was a good way to calm down from the stress of the argument. They couldn't know that the scene in the living room had had an effect on both of the other girls.
For the next few days, Gill seethed in anger. He'd been supplanted by... by that bitch! Don was his friend, and he didn't need anyone else barging in. He'd thought that Paul's death might make them even better friends, but instead...
Argh! It wasn't that Gill didn't like girls; he had as much interest in them as any teenage boy, but his interest seemed more academic than practical, because he knew with his height, his looks, and his personality, no girl would want anything to do with him. He'd thought the same was true of Don.
Ever since the day Paul died, Don's been acting different. The sonofabitch doesn't need his friends now? Hell, with all we've been through, and he just tosses me aside like some used tissue or something.
Gill also was angry that no one else in the room had stood up for his side. Not even his fucking parents, who are supposed to be teaching him about loyalty and friendship.
What really irked him, however, was that Susan, his own dear step-sister, had not only not stood up for him, but she'd smirked at him as if it was funny to her. That bitch!
He had allowed his anger to build until finally he had to do something about it. So, here he sat, waiting for his father to get home. He knew this would take longer than it should; he had siphoned out gas from his father's gas tank so that he wouldn't have enough to make it home. If his father didn't pay attention to the fuel gauge - and he never seemed to - he would have to call AAA in order to get home.
Sure enough, about thirty minutes late, his father came in the door. His face clearly displayed anger. Gill was sitting on the sofa, watching television, when his father slammed the door shut.
"Susan!" he bellowed. Gill muted the television automatically; his father didn't like the interruptions when he was yelling. Gill sat quietly as Susan came out of her room.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked.
"You were the last person to use the car?"
"Last night, yeah..."
"How many times do you have to be told to check the damn gas gauge? I just spent a half hour waiting on some guy to bring me gas because you let it get too low!"
"I don't want to hear it!" he interrupted loudly. "This is the last time this is going to happen. I'm taking away your use of the car for two weeks. If this ever happens again, the suspension will be permanent. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft and cowed. As she turned to leave the room, her eyes swept over Gill, who was smiling maliciously. So that's what happened. She knew she'd left the car with well over a quarter of a tank the previous night, which should have gotten her father to work and back for the rest of the week, easily. So, he wants to play this game, does he?
Susan went back to her room, and closed the door. She had no interest in a drawn-out prank war with her step-brother. She sat down at her desk and leaned back in her chair. Her mind wandered over things she could do to get back at him.
What I really need is something that will just knock him completely on his ass. Something he can't think of anything to get me back with. Oh, and something I won't get caught doing.
Susan sat for a long time, considering and rejecting several ideas. Finally, her thoughts coalesced.
What does Gill have that I can take from him? After all, he took the car. But shit, he doesn't have anything. He's got his computer, but Mom and Dad would never ground him from that. He has schoolwork, but I wouldn't dare fuck around with that. I mean, he's got no reputation, no friends, except Don...
Don. What can I do to take Don away from him? After their little fight, it might not be all that hard to do.
Just then, thoughts of Julie's words came into Susan's mind. She got a wicked smile on her face. Susan knew that Gill had fantasized about her; she had found her panties in his room with his cum all over them once. She'd ridiculed him for a month after that, and it had never happened again.
So, if I gave what he wants to his best... pretty much only... friend, and then rubbed his face in it... She shivered at the thought of doing it with Donald White. But there's something new about him... and if Julie's not just blowing smoke, he might be... what the hell am I thinking? But then, he might be. I mean, it's not like Julie was some virgin. She knows what sex is about. If she gushes like that...
I have to find out, don't I?
And if it means getting even with Gill in the process, hey, all the better!
Now if I only had a car...
Julie pulled up outside the White home, and smiled over at her friend.
"Get that damned grin off your face," Susan said.
"You're gonna have a good time," Julie promised her.
"I'll call you when I'm ready to come home," Susan said. "Assuming he doesn't drive me home."
"See ya tomorrow," Julie said with a smirk as Susan got out of the car.
"Get lost," Susan said in irritation. It was bad enough she was having to involve Julie in this little plot at all, but the little slut refused to believe that Susan was doing this to get back at her brother.
Fuck it. Let's just get on with it. She walked up, and rang the bell. Kate answered the door, and smiled, but was confused.
"Hey, Susan... what's up?"
"Is your brother around? I need to ask him for a favor."
Kate eyed her friend for a long moment, but then shrugged. "Sure. He's in his room."
Susan headed up to Don's bedroom, and knocked on the door.
"C'mon in," he replied, assuming it was Julie or Kate, or maybe his parents. Susan opened the door, and stepped in. He was facing the door, ready to talk to whoever it was, but Susan's presence surprised him.
"Uh... hi, Susan. Um... what's up?"
"Don, I need you to do me a favor."
"Okay... if I can..."
"I've been grounded from the car, and I need to go out to the archery range to practice. Kate's not old enough to drive, and Julie had something else to do. Can you take me out there, please?" her voice had dropped its harder tone, and softened, to try to get her way.
Don thought it over for a minute, but didn't really have anything else to do. Besides, she'd asked nicely. "Okay, sure. How long you figure we'll be?"
"About an hour. Thanks, Don." She actually smiled at him, which was a rare event.
"Let me just tell my mom where we're going."
Susan didn't say anything on the way out to the archery range. When they got there, she motioned him down a dirt driveway, instead of into the main parking lot.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"The main range is closed already. We'll have to use the back range." This was a lame story, but Don had never been out here before, so he had no idea. "Pull in there," she said, pointing to a small clearing. Don didn't see anything that resembled a target, but he wasn't going to argue with her at this point. Pulling in, he turned off the car, and got out.
Only at this point did it occur to Don that they didn't have any archery equipment. He'd assumed she kept her practice gear at the range, but since the range was closed...
Susan had walked around the back of the car, and was now coming toward him. The look on her face made him take a step backward. "Uh, Susan? You don't have any gear or anything, how are you going to practice?"
"For what we're going to do, you have all the equipment we need." She kept moving forward, and Don took another step backward, then another. Susan moved a little sideways, and Don pivoted to keep facing her. He was sure this had been some kind of trick to play some kind of nasty joke on him. Still, she kept coming, and he backed up again. She was only a couple feet from him now...
"Ow!" Don screamed, something very sharp jabbing him in the back. He jumped away from it, right into Susan's waiting arms. She wrapped her arms around him, and looked into his eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did you get hurt? Here, let me rub it and make it better."
Susan's hands moved down his back, right past the spot where he'd been jabbed by a very well-placed arrowhead, and down onto his ass, where she squeezed and rubbed vigorously.
"Ah... Susan, that's not where..."
His words were cut off when her lips plastered themselves onto his own. It took a long second for him to recover from the shock before he was able to kiss her back, and when he did, he pushed his tongue into her willing mouth, where it found an active partner to dance with. His hands came up onto her back, and he pulled her tightly against him. He had no idea what was going on, but he was going to enjoy it while he could.
Susan continued to kiss him for a long time, her hands pulling at his ass and arousing him by rubbing her body back and forth against him. Don slid his hands down onto her ass, to do the same to her.
Finally, Susan broke their kiss. She took hold of Don's upper arms, and then turned, forcing him to go with her. She turned until he was standing in front of the car, the back of his legs touching the bumper. Susan pushed him forcefully, and he lost his balance, falling onto the hood of the car with a cry of alarm. Susan moved in and pushed him up onto the hood a little further, until his butt rested firmly on it.
Grasping his belt, Susan feverishly worked to undo it. In only seconds, she had his belt and pants undone, and she reached in to grab hold of the waistband of his briefs. In one move, she began to yank all of his clothes off his hips. Don helped out of sheer surprise, and soon his lower body was completely naked.
Susan grinned as she saw his cock, almost erect now. She took it into her hands, and stroked it quickly, bringing it to full erection in only a few seconds. She hummed to herself, and then bent down.
Don groaned loudly as Susan's tongue licked over the head of his dick. She slipped her tongue all the way around, and then down his length, all the way to his balls. She licked his balls for a few seconds, but then moved her tongue back up his prick to circle the head again. Don was already groaning and fighting to control himself.
The next time Susan's head descended, Don's prick was slipping between her lips. She sucked on him, letting him slip into her mouth little by little, while her fingers danced over his nuts. Slowly but surely, her mouth engulfed his cock, until she had all of it in her mouth. Don could barely stand the pleasure of it. When Susan began to move her head more rapidly, still taking him all the way into her throat with each move, he knew he couldn't last much longer.
After only a few more strokes of Susan's luscious lips, Don grunted and tapped her shoulder, trying to warn her that he was about to come. She didn't stop, but kept up her sucking. If anything, she increased her pace, and Don knew he was past the point of no return. Only a second or two later, he clenched his eyes tightly shut, and he felt his cock quiver as his cum blasted from its tip. Susan stopped her bobbing, but her lips continued to suck on his cock, until he had given her every drop of cum he was going to. She licked the tip of his cock to get the straggling drops, and then she swallowed, her lips still holding the head of his prick between them. It was a sensuous moment.
Don took a few gasping deep breaths before he was finally able to look up at Susan, who was waiting, her hand gently playing with his dick and a wicked smile on her face.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, no malice evident in either her voice or her gaze.
"Immensely," he said, a little breathless. Before she could say anything else, though, he began to slip down off the hood of the car. She moved back, but didn't straighten up, instead crouching slightly to keep eye-level with him.
When he was comfortably standing - or rather crouching, as she was - on the ground, he reached out and gave her a not-so-gentle push backward. She rolled onto her back, and Don was soon leaning over her. He bent down and kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her tongue, but not caring. His hand reached down, and it unbuttoned and then unzipped her jeans.
"Now it's your turn," he said to her, breaking their kiss. He moved rapidly, taking hold of her jeans and panties. She lifted her hips readily, and he pulled all of her garments down. He yanked her shoes off, and then pulled off all her clothes, leaving her nude from the waist down. Don quickly moved between her legs, and Susan spread herself lewdly for him.
Don leaned down, and ran his tongue over Susan's moist lips. She moaned and rolled her hips at him, already aroused from sucking him off. He licked her again, then he plunged his tongue into her waiting hole. Susan screamed as his tongue entered her, and her hips began to buck as he wiggled it inside her. Don moved his hands up under Susan's T-shirt, to fondle and grope her tits, rolling them in his hands and squeezing them. She cried out in pleasure as he did so, and she squealed when he finally moved his fingers to her nipples and tugged on them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger while his tongue continued to wriggle within her cunt.
Don pulled his tongue out of her hole, and moved it up and down her slit, back and forth, feeling her shiver from the pleasure. Finally, he moved his mouth up toward her clit, and she bucked her hips in mere anticipation of what was to come. When his tongue slipped over the side of her clit, Susan bucked her hips up at him strongly, and screamed out. He continued to lap over her swollen bud, keeping his mouth in contact at all times, despite her writhing and bucking.
When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, he also pinched her nipples, causing a jolt of electricity to run through her entire body. Susan's back arched, and she came strongly.
"Oh, God, Donnnnn!" she screamed out, her wail echoing in the little clearing. Her pussy coated his chin with juices, and he lapped them up, returning frequently to her clit to prolong her pleasure. Susan came for a long time, until finally she collapsed back onto the grass, panting. Don released her then, and moved above her. He would wait until she was conscious, but he had to fuck her now. While he waited, he removed his shirt, and then very carefully pulled hers off her body. She didn't resist, but she wasn't yet ready to help him, and so she simply let him do it.
Once Susan had gotten her senses back, she opened her eyes. She saw Don staring down at her, his gaze patient, but there was obvious lust in his eyes. She wanted nothing more than for him to fulfill his desires.
"Fuck me," she said hotly. In an instant, Don's cock was at her opening, and he was pressing into her. Susan cried out in pleasure as his dick slipped within her in one long, smooth stroke. She rolled her hips to add to the sensations, and felt his dick brush against her clit. That sent shivers throughout her body.
Once Don was fully buried inside her, he paused. Leaning down, he kissed her, hard. After breaking their kiss, he said, "You ready?"
She nodded breathlessly, still trying to recover from the kiss. She grunted loudly as Don pulled back about halfway, and then slammed back into her, full force. She didn't have time to recover as he did it again and again. She was grunting and groaning, her hips bucking up at him in time with his moves, trying to drive him fully inside of her. Her cunt was grasping at his prick, massaging it, working to bring it to climax.
Don was enjoying having Susan beneath him. She was beautiful, and sexy, and one hot little minx, which he'd never expected. He was grunting with each thrust, as Susan's pussy tried to keep him inside of her. She was twisting beneath him, her body covered with a light sheen of sweat, and her hair tangled from being thrashed around as her head twisted from side to side. He took one hand and began to fondle one of her breasts again, redoubling her moans and her writhing.
Susan was in heaven. Her pussy was being filled by a nice cock that was giving her a wonderful pounding. Don's hand was sending tingles through her tit, especially as he found her nipple and began to toy with that. She was on the verge of her orgasm, and her hips were moving more quickly now, trying to drive him as deep inside her as they could. She could feel Don's body tensing; she knew he was close.
Susan squeezed her pussy muscles, clamping down on Don's prick. That was all Don could take, and he slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock spewed its load deep into her cunt. The feel of his hot seed washing her insides was what Susan needed to get over herself, her orgasm rippling through her. Her back arched, thrusting her tits up against Don's chest, and she let out a throat-wrenching wail of pleasure. Her cunt continued to ripple along Don's cock, squeezing it and milking the cum from his balls. Don grunted in his pleasure, his body quivering in climax.
For a long moment, the two twisted together in the grass, lost to their passions. When they finally began to settle, Don moved to the side, reluctantly slipping from her hot cunt. He pulled her against him, and there they rested.
It took several minutes before both of them were coherent enough to say anything at all. Don had recovered first, but he could see that Susan was still out of it. He caressed her side gently, and wondered just what the hell was going on. He hoped that she would tell him when she was ready, but he wasn't going to push things. If she had simply needed to get laid tonight, and chosen him, that was perfectly fine. Anything more than that could get very complicated.
Finally, Susan moved against him. Had she pushed away from him, he would have let her go, but she didn't. She wriggled slightly, settling more comfortably against his body. Then she opened her eyes. She saw him looking at her, and she smiled. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to his, but this kiss was a little more tender than any before it. Don caressed her back as they kissed more calmly.
After a bit, Susan pulled away from him ever so slightly. She didn't try to get up, she just needed a little breathing space. Don let her go, but kept his hand on her side.
"Thanks," she said, smiling at him. It was a different Susan than he was used to seeing, and he remembered Veronica's words about how Susan had built a wall around herself.
"Susan," he started, not sure how to ask what was on his mind, "this was loads of fun, but... why did we do it?"
Susan frowned. She'd found that Julie was right; he was an incredible lover. She'd never had a boyfriend who could keep up with her without being scared off, yet Don had 'fought' right back, at her own pace. She'd done this to spite someone, but that someone wasn't Don, and now she worried what he'd think of her. She rolled up into a sitting position, and he followed.
With a heavy sigh, she said, "You'll think I'm awful, but I did it to get even with Gill for losing my car privileges for me." She explained for a second, then said, "I figured if I slept with you, then rubbed his face in it, he'd be crushed. I know he has a thing for me. Yuck."
"But didn't you think 'yuck' about me, at one point?" Don asked, just to twist her tail a little.
She blushed. "Yeah, I did. But you've... changed. Ever since Paul died, you've been different. I can't really say how, just... And then with Julie gushing about how wonderful you are in bed..."
"She brags about me?" Don asked, slightly mortified.
"Just to me, I think. She makes sure that Katie never hears her. Hell, Julie even told me I should... uh..."
"Try you out, basically."
"She knows about this?"
"Yeah. She drove me out here so I could put that arrow you bumped into in the right spot."
"Oh. Sneaky little vixen, ain't ya?" he said. She blushed again.
Don sat for a moment, thinking. Susan looked at him, and could tell there were thoughts running through his mind that she couldn't fathom.
"Do you still plan on telling Gill about this?" Don asked.
"I'm not sure," Susan said uncertainly. For some reason, her resolve to be cruel was wavering around Don. He reached over, and gently pulled her back down, so they were lying together. She looked up at him as he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at her.
"I think if that was your plan, you should probably go through with it. Otherwise, what was the point?"
"I got laid," she said, shocking herself.
"There is that," Don replied with a chuckle. He let his hand wander across her abdomen, and she shivered at his touch. "Still," he said, "you could have gotten laid by anyone, at any time, looking like you do. You picked me for a specific reason."
"Well, I wouldn't have done it with you if it hadn't been for Julie. She's right; you're great." Don blushed at that comment, and let his hand wander lower. Susan parted her legs as soon as his hand came within range of her pussy. He slipped his hand down between her thighs, and walked his fingers across her pussy lips. She shuddered, and her eyes became hooded quickly.
"Are we ever going to do this again?" Don asked then, his fingers still dancing over her cunt.
"Mmmm. Any time you want," she said.
Don moved quickly, rolling on top of her, and replacing his fingers with his cock. As he pushed into her forcefully, he said, "I was thinking right now."
Don fucked her strongly but slowly, and Susan passed out from the pleasure.
The next day, Don was standing at his locker, pulling out the books for his first few classes, when Gill came up to him and shoved him to the ground.
Don flipped himself over, and looked up at his friend, who was obviously pissed about something.
I guess Susan told him.
"You motherfucker," Gill seethed. "You know better than that."
Don got to his feet without being accosted further by Gill. The kids in the hall were looking their way, but no one believed these two were going to start a fight, so there wasn't the usual anticipation.
"What the hell's your problem?" Don asked calmly.
"You know what my fucking problem is, you asshole! My sister is off limits!"
"The last time I checked, she was free to make her own choices about that sort of thing..." Don was trying to keep his voice calm, because it was obvious that Gill was furious. As he was expected to be; Susan picked a better retaliation than she knew.
Gill balled up his fist, and lunged at Don. He was so enraged, however, that he telegraphed his move long before he ever started moving, and Don merely stepped to one side. Gill's hand impacted a locker, denting it. Don stepped far enough away to be out of range. Kids were starting to gather now.
"Would you just calm down?" Don said quietly. This reminded him very much of the fight between Gill and Paul in Zemlia Nov, only with Gill being the enraged one this time.
I suppose he has some amount of right to be pissed... I mean, he's wanted in Susan's pants for a long time, and then to have her drop them for me... But it was her choice, not mine, and he doesn't run her life or mine.
"I'll calm down as soon as I've busted your nose," Gill growled, and swung again. Don was able to dodge this one, too. Gill was usually pretty good in a fight, but he was so angry now that he couldn't think clearly.
"Look, Gill, what's done is done. Hurting me over it isn't going to fix anything."
"It'll keep you from fucking with my sister again!"
"No, it won't," Don said honestly. It wasn't a good thing to say. Gill lunged at him, but Don stepped aside one last time, and watched Gill go five feet past him before he was able to stop. Gill whirled. "It would, I imagine, make Susan hate you even more. Whether or not I see Susan again is up to Susan, not up to you. Whether you want to believe me or not, what happened last night was her idea, and quite frankly, she didn't give me a hell of a lot of choice in the matter, not that I fought back or anything. She was getting even with you, man."
"And you helped her, you motherfucker."
Don shrugged. "I had no idea what she was doing until afterward. A little late, then."
"You're dead meat. I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. You can't hide from me forever."
Don looked over and saw a teacher standing and watching. This was obviously the reason that Gill wasn't trying to hurt him anymore. Don looked back at Gill, and could see the fury in his eyes. He sighed heavily; he hadn't wanted to fight another friend this year, but it didn't look like he had a choice in the matter.
"Fine. Saturday afternoon, my back yard. My parents will be out of town for the day. Two-thirty."
"Winner takes Susan," Gill spat.
"Susan is not a prize to be fought over, Gill."
Gill stepped close and looked up at Don. "I'm going to teach you why you should have listened to me." He turned and stormed off, brushing past kids so roughly that he even knocked one to the ground. Don's eyes connected with those of the teacher, and then he shrugged. The teacher nodded and moved off.
Don finished getting his books while he contemplated the idea of having to fight Gill.
In a straight, fair, fight, I'm toast. I wonder if it's okay to use magic on something like this. I'll have to talk to Veronica about it.
Just then, the warning bell rang, and he hurried to get to class.
Veronica opened the door with a smile on her face, and she opened her arms to her student. Don stepped close, embraced her, and kissed her. Veronica could tell something was wrong; he was obviously willing, but he was also very clearly distracted. She broke their kiss after a short moment, which should have elicited a comment from Don, but didn't.
She smiled softly at him, and then turned, walking toward the part of the house she had set up for their training sessions. Don followed behind her silently, not even distracted by the sway of her ass, as he normally would have been.
Once they were inside the room, Veronica closed the door, and dimmed the lights just slightly. She hated working in harsh lighting. Finally, she turned to Don and gave him a rather stern glance.
"Okay, what's the matter?" Her tone was firm, but also caring. She managed to communicate both that she was worried, but that she also insisted on knowing what was going on.
Don didn't figure he could hide it from her, and hadn't really intended to try. He sighed heavily, and walked over to his usual stool, hiking himself up on it and hooking his feet as he always did.
"I have to fight my best friend on Saturday."
"Gill? Why?" Veronica asked.
Don spent the next few minutes explaining the events of the last couple days to her. She came over and sat on her stool, very close to him, and her face took on a concerned expression.
"You said that Susan was hiding behind a wall of hate. Why would she let me past it?"
"A couple of reasons. It's hard to be intimate with someone and still pretend to hate them if you don't. Also, she needed to like you to make her plan work. She probably thought she could put her wall back up between you when she was finished. You surprised her."
Veronica shrugged. "You're a pretty nice guy. Probably something you said or did, or maybe she just realized she wanted to be close to someone."
"You think... she might remember something from the game? I mean, she almost reminded me of her game self."
Veronica nodded. "She would. As I said, if you strip away that shell she hides inside, she is very much her game-self already. I doubt she remembers anything from the game. If so, it would be only a vague impression... which could be why she allowed you to get so close in the first place. Once there, she realized she didn't want to push you away." Veronica reached over and grabbed Don's hand. "You're hard to break free of, you know that?"
Don looked up at her in confusion. "Huh?"
"Every time you leave here, I feel an empty spot. I don't love you, don't get me wrong. I haven't loved anyone in a long time. But you fill a need in my life, and it's hard to let go of that when I have to. Probably Susan has the same problem. Anyone who hides behind a wall that thick... chances are you fill a void in her life, too. So, she won't want to let go. I never do."
Don blushed. He liked being with Veronica, and he loved having sex with her, but he hadn't ever thought how it might affect her. He struggled to get his thoughts back on track.
"Well, okay, I suppose. And I really don't mind being with Susan at all, either... but it's going to get my ass kicked on Saturday."
Veronica looked at him for a long moment, considering. Coming to a decision, she slipped off her stool and walked over to the bookshelf. She pulled a large volume off the shelf, and walked back to the worktable, where she set it down carefully.
"What I'm about to do breaks the rules," she said. "You haven't passed your second circle tests, and I shouldn't even be showing you this book. You can't touch it, but I will teach you a couple of spells from it."
"Because your friend Gill is being a prick. And because if he beats you up too badly, it will take longer for you to master your second circle training. And because... because unlike me, Susan might actually be in love with you."
Don snapped upright at that thought. Veronica intentionally did not notice his expression, and began to chant the decryption spell on the book in front of her. She finished it off, and then turned to the necessary page.
"We'll start with this. Now pay close attention, because you may have trouble doing these spells..."
Don had spent the last two nights over at Veronica's house, learning the few spells she was willing to let him see. He hoped it would be enough. He didn't want to hurt Gill, but he didn't want to wind up in the hospital himself, either. He spent his morning switching between meditating on his magic, and moving around to bleed off tension and keep himself loose. He knew he was heavily outmatched; Gill was a jock as well as a nerd, and Don had no hope of beating him in a straight-up match.
He wondered, briefly, if it was really fair to 'cheat' by using magic, but then realized that fair didn't really enter into this fight, as the whole point of it wasn't really 'fair.' They were fighting because Gill wanted to dictate the actions of two other people, both of whom objected to having their actions dictated. Don had taken the time to talk to Susan about the matter, and while she was worried about what would happen, she admitted that she wanted to keep seeing Don, so what was about to happen would eventually have to take place.
Shortly before two o'clock, Katie came out into the back yard. She looked at Don for a moment, and then walked to his side, disrupting his meditation. He was almost irritated, until he saw who it was.
"Hey, Katie," he said softly.
"Do you have to do this?" she asked.
"Gill's not giving me much choice."
"You're going to get hurt."
"You'll have to talk to Susan about it." No one had, as yet, told Katie exactly what was going on. She only knew that suddenly, a large rift had formed in the group of her friends, and she was confused and frightened. Don looked at her, and then hugged her. He had to be careful; he was still used to hugging her in a far friendlier manner, but she wouldn't understand that here.
"I'll be as careful as I can."
Katie turned as she heard the doorbell. She'd left the back door open for just that reason. She went inside, leaving Don to sort out his thoughts. Susan came out to the back with Julie in tow. They both looked scared.
"Don, you can't do this," Susan said. "He's been working out extra-hard all week, and he's pissed. I'm afraid he's going to really hurt you."
"Donny, don't do this," Julie cried. Don reached over and hugged her, rubbing her back. Susan looked enviously at the two, but she wasn't sure what she should do in front of Kate.
"Susan, I need to talk to you," Kate said, her voice a little hard. Don looked up, and Susan caught his eye. He shrugged, and then Susan turned. He went back to trying to console Julie.
In the kitchen, Kate directed Susan to a chair, and she sat across the table from her. "Okay, what the fuck is this all about?"
Susan stammered for a second, which was very uncharacteristic of her. "Kate... I slept with your brother."
"You did what?" Kate asked incredulously. "When?"
"Huh. 'Archery practice,' huh?"
"Well, he hits the target pretty good..." Susan said without thinking, then blushed beet-red.
Kate choked. She couldn't believe that Susan had said that about her brother. Next, she felt her body flush at the thought of it, but she had to push that aside; it was inappropriate.
"And Gill found out?"
"I told him. I was... getting even with him."
"You used my brother? Does he know?" Katie demanded very angrily.
Susan nodded quickly. "I told him right after we... you know. I wasn't sure I wanted to tell Gill after that. Don told me to go ahead. He said... well, he said that if I'd laid him in particular to get even with Gill, then it made little sense not to finish what I'd started."
"So this is all your fault."
Susan hung her head. "Yeah. I didn't really expect Don to do this. I figured he'd back away when Gill threatened him."
"Why don't you leave him alone, then?"
Susan looked up at her friend, and blushed. "I... I can't."
"Kate... you'd... I mean, I can't really explain it. I'm not suggesting this, don't get me wrong, but you'd just have to sleep with him to understand. There's something about Don, and it only seems to dawn on you after you've been to bed with him... I don't know. Really. Maybe I was just ignoring it until then. Maybe you already see it in him. But... shit, I don't know, Kate. I just know he's the first guy I've ever cared about who actually cared about me."
Kate sat for a long minute, thinking. She tried very hard to ignore the tingles in her nether regions, imagining her brother and Susan in bed together. She shook her head to clear the image, and focus on the problem.
"There's nothing we can do, is there?"
"No. I'm sorry. If I didn't feel so damned attached to Don all of a sudden... I wish I could explain that to you better, but I don't really get it myself. And Gill won't back off."
"You remember the thing last Saturday, with Julie?"
"I don't think Gill would let Don have any kind of permanent girlfriend. I think he's too jealous."
Susan nodded again. "I think it's just... I mean, the idea... you know that Gill wants to screw me, don't you?" Kate nodded. "I gave Don something Gill wants, so he feels betrayed by both of us. I didn't really think he'd do this, Kate. I swear."
"Your brother's been acting a little weird lately."
Susan shrugged. "Not really... it's just showing more than usual while he's around you guys."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Susan walked out to the back yard, and Kate went to get the door. It was, as expected, Gill.
"He's out back," she said.
Gill looked hard at her, and then walked past her. She followed at a safe distance, all the way out to the back yard. She stayed at the entrance to the kitchen, in case she needed to grab the phone quickly. She was very scared for her brother.
"I'll give you one last chance to back off. You promise to stay away from Susan, I won't have to break you in half."
"Even if I was inclined to stop dating your sister, which I'm not, I'm not about to let you run my life like that."
Gill's jaw set, and his expression darkened. Don was trying to decide exactly what to do when Gill leapt forward and connected with a left hook. Don went tumbling to the ground. Julie screamed as he tried to shake his head clear. Gill kicked him in the side, causing him to roll over and over. He stopped face up, right next to the fence. He looked over and saw Gill moving toward him. Don pivoted himself, and managed to get into a sitting position against the fence. When Gill saw him moving, he slowed down a little.
This was the wrong thing for Gill to do, as it gave Don time to think. He prepped himself for an illusion spell, one of the simplest he knew. Gill, seeing that Don wasn't moving, decided it was time to move in for the kill. He got to just within range, and Don's hand shot out and he quietly muttered the end of the spell.
Gill saw a blinding flash of light, and his eyes hurt. Just then, Don moved forward, and kicked out, connecting with the inside of Gill's knee. Gill collapsed to the ground, his legs taken out from under him.
Don knew that he hadn't done any major damage to Gill; he wasn't strong enough on his own for that. He'd merely gotten him off balance, which bought Don some time. He scrambled to his feet and quickly moved away from Gill, back into the center of the yard. To the girls, it appeared as if Don had thrown dirt into Gill's face, for they had not seen the flash, which had been directed solely at Gill.
Don stood, waiting, as Gill moved back to his feet. He knew that, rightfully, he should have kicked or hit Gill while he was down; that was the smart thing to do, to disable his opponent quickly. He couldn't do it, however. Gill was still his friend, and he wouldn't fight him in that way. Besides, he had his conscience to think about, and if he did that to Gill, then Gill would be right in holding a grudge.
Gill glared at Don, blinking his eyes and trying to stare away the pain that the flash had caused. Gill noticed that Don was doing something weird with his hand, but since it wasn't dangerous, he ignored it.
At least, Gill thought it wasn't dangerous. Don was actually casting a very complicated third-circle spell that he only hoped he had right, since he'd only been able to practice it for two days. It was a confusion spell that would affect Gill's balance and coordination.
Gill moved toward Don, but as Don's hand kept moving in that strange way, he felt himself getting a little dizzy. He fought through it, but it was getting harder to move in a straight line. He got within an arm's length of him, and threw a clumsy right cross that entirely failed to connect with anything more solid than air.
Don, seeing that Gill was off-balance from the missed punch, swung on Gill, connecting with his jaw. Don's hit wasn't strong enough to do much to Gill other than piss him off, under normal circumstances, but as dizzy as he was already, the punch knocked him right to the ground. Don backed away again, moving away from where the girls were standing, so they wouldn't get caught up in this stupidity.
Finally, Gill struggled to his feet. Since Don had stopped casting the spell, Gill's head was clearing. Now he had a sore knee and a sore jaw, and a very sore ego. He moved toward Don purposefully, clearly intent on doing him harm.
Don waited until he was close enough, and then he threw it. It was a small plastic ball, and he launched it out of his hand in an underhand motion, right past Gill's head. He never intended for it to connect, and it didn't. The swift motion of the ball, however, distracted Gill for a second, which was what Don needed. He finished chanting the strength spell that Veronica had taught him. It would only last a few seconds, at his current level of magical ability, but hopefully he wouldn't need more. Stepping forward, he slammed his fist as hard as he could into Gill's solar plexus.
Gill was stunned. He couldn't breathe; the air had whooshed out of him when he'd been hit, and he couldn't seem to get any more back into his lungs.
Since when can that fucker hit this hard? Gill dropped to his knees, gasping for air. He saw Don in his peripheral vision, and lunged at him, hoping to make a last-ditch effort at getting him to the ground where he could choke the life out of him, but Don managed to slip well out of reach. Gill spent two minutes trying to get air back into his lungs, slowly able to breathe again. He staggered to his feet, unsteady and still very angry.
Gill looked very surprised when Don pulled out his yo-yo. They had all played with the stupid things when they were little kids, but Don had kept his fascination with the toy throughout his teen years. He was excellent with it, but what the hell was he doing with it now?
"You might not know," Don said, bouncing the toy up and down in its normal motion, "how the yo-yo came about. I won't bore you with the entire history, but let me just say that the yo-yo started out as a weapon. It was a hunting tool."
Don stepped just slightly closer to Gill, and moved so fast that Gill could barely see him. The move was magically augmented by another third-circle spell. Gill felt something whip across his hair, and then heard a slap. His eyes were finally able to focus, and he saw the yo-yo sitting firmly in Don's grasp.
"Three inches or so lower, and it would have hit you in the temple. This isn't a standard Duncan, by the way. This sucker's made of stainless steel. I got it from a professional yo-yo master. Yes, there is such a thing. I got it because I thought it was cool. I never realized I'd need to actually use it against someone.
"I'm not going to fight you anymore. Sooner or later, you would hurt me, or I'd hurt you, and then our parents would get involved, all sorts of grounding and explanations and bullshit like that. I don't feel like it.
"So, here's how it goes. You can try to attack me again, but I've got a weapon now, and you know how well I can make this thing fly. If I hit you with this at full speed, it's going to hurt like hell. Of course, you could get lucky and I'll miss. Or you could just have some goddamned brains and drop it! I'll continue to see Susan as long as she wants to go out with me. Whether you beat me up or not, it won't change that.
"So what's it going to be?" Don said, bouncing the yo-yo again, then dropping it and letting it spin at the end for a long moment, looking deep into Gill's eyes.
"You fucking asshole," Gill said. He heard the slap of the yo-yo into Don's hand; it was completely ready to be used. Gill stormed off, moving to the gate to the front yard. He opened it and walked through it, slamming it behind him. In a few moments, they heard a car engine roar to life, and squealing tires announced his departure.
Don stood still, trying to recover from the idea that he'd survived this little battle. Julie was soon at his side, and Susan was close behind. They each squeezed an arm, and rubbed his back. Susan leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then turned his face to hers and kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed back, still slightly dazed.
After Susan let him go, Katie stood in front of him and stared at him.
"You don't have a stainless steel yo-yo. I've seen your entire collection."
"You're right. I don't. But we did have some chrome paint in the garage." He handed her the yo-yo, which was a standard plastic butterfly-style yo-yo, only painted to look like blue chrome.
"You bluffed him?" Susan said incredulously.
"Did you think I wanted to get my head handed to me? I can't fight Gill. He's my friend... or was; I'm not so sure now... but even playing some dirty tricks, I can't fight him." He looked down, and both of the girls nearest him squeezed his arms tighter in support.
"I didn't like doing this," he said to no one in particular.
"You want to go somewhere?" Susan asked. "Get your mind off it?"
Don shook his head negatively.
"How about with Julie?" Susan offered.
Don raised an eyebrow at her. "No. Sorry, girls, I'm just not much in the mood right now. I think I just lost my best friend. I just want to be alone."
Don kissed each of the girls at his side, and then went back into the house. The three girls stared at each other, unsure of what they should do.
A couple hours later, Katie walked quietly into Don's bedroom. He hadn't bothered to shut the door all the way, and that usually meant he wouldn't mind if she came in. She found him sitting on the bed, his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. She knew he wasn't asleep, but could see that he was instead trying to think things through.
Katie walked over and sat down on the bed. Don's head tilted forward, and he opened his eyes. She smiled at him, but he couldn't return the gesture. She understood.
"Two friends in just a few weeks. One dead, and the other wants me dead."
Katie slid all the way onto the bed, turning to face him as she did. She slipped up against him, and laid her head on his shoulder. Don's arm automatically came around to hold her, snuggling her tightly.
"Maybe Gill will forgive you."
"I doubt it."
"Maybe Susan will... uh... find another boyfriend, and he'll forget this happened."
Don sat for a long moment. "She told you, didn't she."
"Are you mad?"
"I couldn't handle you being mad at me just now."
Katie squeezed him more tightly.
"Don't worry, Big Brother. You've always got me."
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