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Chapter 5

Tessie sat huddled on the floor in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up in front of her and her head resting on them. Something touched her and she looked up, squinting her, eyes, trying to focus them. A pink blur whirled by. Tessie's hand clutched a paper cup and she raised it to her mouth to sip cheap wine onto her dry tongue: She remembered now. It was a party. Whose, though? Tessie couldn't remember. She sipped some more wine and it sloshed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Tessie didn't notice.

The party was in a large apartment, and had been going on for several days, a kind of continuous open house, with a steady pouring in and out of people. Roy had taken Tessie to the party – where was he now, she wondered – and she had started drinking around seven P.M. By eight P.M., she had passed out.

"Enjoy your nap?"

Tessie looked blankly at him. His thin face gradually focused and she recognized Roy. "Was I out long?"

"No, about fifteen minutes. Here, have some coke… you'll feel better."

"Coke and wine'll make me puke."

"Not this coke." He held out a long, slender hand to her, a white powder billed in the palm of it.

Tessie peered intently at the mound, her brow wrinkling. "What's that?"

"Coke… You know, The Lady."

"No." She looked at his eyes. Tessie loved Roy's eyes. They were deep dark brown pools that drew her totally into his gaze. She sighed and smiled at him.

"This is gonna bring you 'round again. Here, I'll show you." Roy took a straw that had been cut down in size and placed it delicately above the powder in his hand. From the other end of the straw, he snorted up. 'a look of placid pleasure on his face. He did that twice with each nostril, then held the straw and the remaining powder out to Tessie. "You now."

Tessie followed the same procedure that Roy had, and then she looked at him, expecting further instructions. He just grinned at her. "So?" she shrugged.

"Give it a little time."

Tessie sniffled. Her nose felt cold and she rubbed it with her fingers.

"Take some deep sniffs and swallow hard," Roy said.

She did and then shook her head, feeling more awake now. "My throat feels funny." Then her mouth pouted and she looked at him again, "Yuk, that tastes horrible." She took a long sip of wine.

"You're okay now, baby." Roy got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling terrific, Tessie sat on the floor and looked around. The pink blur she had seen before turned out to be a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was naked, dancing around the room, her eyes wide and expressionless. On the couch, in the center of the room, was a fat girl with long stringy blonde hair. She was being gang-banged by about six very spaced-out boys. They seemed to be going at their fucking task very seriously; the girl was getting the most fun out of it. The room reeked of marijuana, cheap wine, and vomit, but Tessie was glad that she had come.

Being at this party was Tessie's defiant finger in the air at her mother, whom she had fought with earlier in the evening. But the party was also an attempt to break from the depression she had felt lately. School was boring; Tessie managed to keep her grades up without opening a book for studying. Here it was, the third month into the term and nothing great had happened. She was still a virgin. She didn't care anymore though, figuring that sooner or later it would just happen and to the best man would go her cherry. Tessie certainly didn't do without sex, and, in fact, she had lost count of the guys she had come with – one way or another. Gulping down more wine, Tessie pushed her thoughts away and concentrated on the naked dancing girl.

The girl was very slim, not too tall, and her skin was a baby pink, pulled taut over a slender frame. Her vacant eyes continued to stare and her blonde hair swirled around her gaunt face as she danced. At first it seemed that she had no hair on her dainty slit, but, at closer look, Tessie saw that it was a fair blonde, an almost-white pussy patch. The girl's ass was round and firm, but tiny and her breasts were only just buds. Tessie was entranced by the girl.

Without thinking much about what she was doing, Tessie stood up and went to the girl who continued to dance in a slow circle. Tessie had to step in her path to make her stop, and then she just stood still, saying nothing. Tessie dropped to her knees and looked closely at the pink pussy. Except for the faintly colored silky hairs, it looked like a baby's bottom. Tessie licked her tongue across the girl's clit and the girl shuddered. Tessie continued to lick in rapid strokes until the girl climaxed. Looking straight ahead, the drugged girl said nothing, not even after coming, and after a moment she began to dance again. Tessie watched her for a while longer and then walked into the next room, stunned. I licked pussy! she thought. I really licked pussy.

In the bedroom there were couples fucking on the floor, on the bed, and up against the wall. Mostly everyone was naked and Tessie felt conspicuous in her clothing. As she watched the couple closest to her as they fucked, she undid the buttons of her blouse and slid the cloth from her body. She dropped the blouse on the floor and then took off her jeans. Slipping out of her sandals, she was now as naked as the others around her. Tessie continued to watch the couple fuck.

A dark-haired boy whose face she couldn't see was on top of a girl who looked familiar. The girl's mouth was open and her short red hair clung to her neck as her head rolled back and forth on the carpet. She was breathing heavily, perspiration beading her milk-white tits. The boy was fucking her at a steady pace, his body hovering above hers, his back arched and straight. She was grinding her pelvis in small circles around his assaulting piston, her arms at her sides, her hands grabbing and pulling at the rug fibers. She looked like she was about to come.

I licked pussy and now I'm gonna lick tits, Tessie told herself, and she crawled along the floor to the couple. Her mouth closed around one rose-colored nipple and the redheaded girl moaned in appreciation, her eyes reflecting pure lust. Tessie sucked on one nipple, then the other. She stuck her tongue into the girl's ear, licked her neck, and then returned her attention back to those flopping tits.

The boy watched as Tessie's mouth caressed each breast and his cock stabbed deeper into the girl. A moment later he came. His eyes closed and his facial features seemed to melt with relief. The girl under him gripped him with her legs and shoved her cunt up to him, clinging to his body as it shuddered with orgasm. She came with him, her tit thrust into Tessie's mouth.

Tessie was totally turned on. She wanted to come and she looked around the room for a partner. She saw Bill, the guy she had made it with in the bathtub at Jimmy's party, and she was about to go over to him when there was a lot of screaming in the living room.

"Cops!" someone yelled and Tessie froze. A drug bust, a damn drug bust, her mind whirled. Tessie grabbed her clothing and ran like hell, not even stopping to dress.

About eight mean-looking cops ran through the rooms, some with guns drawn, but their attention was primarily on the boys and the narcotics. Tessie slipped past two policemen who were trying to hold onto a teenage boy, his hand clutching a large plastic bag of pills as he fought desperately to get away. When her path was blocked by another policeman, she stopped, one hand going to her pussy. She began to masturbate, smiling seductively at him. He looked down at her cunt and she ran past him and out of the apartment.

There were more police cars coming down the street, their sirens wailing. Lights blinked on in the surrounding buildings and Tessie ducked into the shadows, dressing while she ran, her eyes searching for a hiding place. As frightened as she was, she revelled in the thrill of the experience. It was exhilarating. The lights from the high school caught her attention; figuring that night classes must be still going on, Tessie ran across the school yard and into the building through a side door. Out of habit, she went up the stairs to the third floor bathroom.

From the bathroom window, she could see the police cars, their red lights flashing eerily, and she could hear the static of their radios. A crowd was gathering, but she was too far away to make out what was happening.

Catching her breath, Tessie slumped against the white-tiled wall, relaxing for the first time since fleeing the apartment. Still pretty high, she splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to shock away the drug-induced fuzziness she felt. In one pocket of her jeans she found some loose change, a joint, and some lint. In the other pocket was a crumpled tissue, her cigarettes, and a pack of matches.

Tessie turned the white garbage pail over and sat on it, lighting up the joint, figuring to pass the time while she waited for the coast to be clear and the cops all gone. Toking, she wondered where Roy was; if he'd got caught. He's gonna pull some time for coke… and grass… and all those pills. If they pick him up. She hoped he'd gotten away. The more she smoked, the more she relaxed, and the fear that she hadn't allowed herself to be conscious of before now crept up her spine. A wave of paranoia swept over her and she threw the roach into the sink and left the bathroom. Suddenly, Tessie didn't want to be alone.

Pressing the elevator button, she looked nervously up and down the long corridor. There was no one around and Tessie was frightened, very frightened. She calmed herself, rationalizing that if the lights in the classrooms were on, people had to be around. Mr. Sands teaches at night, she remembered, and his daytime class was on this floor. Maybe his night class was, too.

Peeking in through the glass window of the door, she saw him, and, as easily as fear had come, it disappeared. She watched unnoticed for a while, beginning to think of seducing her history teacher again. She hadn't had much success with him, so far. Her stoned brain and the unchanneled sexual drives of her fifteen-year-old body brought her hand to the doorknob. She entered the room, disassociated from herself, not sure of what she was going to do, and she staggered forward and leaned on Mr. Sands' desk.

"Hello!"

"My god, Tessie! What the – "

"I was in the neighborhood? Forgot something in my desk?"

The room was filled with people, most of them older men and women who were trying to get the high school diploma denied to them in their youth. Theirs was the generation that had gone to work at an early age, quitting school after only the third or fourth grade. Some of them laughed at the sight of Tessie flopping her body in front of Mr. Sands' bewildered face, but most of them just stared in confusion.

"Tessie, you're a sight. Where've you been? My god!"

"To an orgy. We missed you."

Someone gasped and someone else laughed, but Mr. Sands only paled. Rising, he took Tessie by the shoulders and straightened her up. He led the giggling girl towards the door.

"You are crazy. Goddamn crazy," he admonished once they were out in the hallway. "Are you drunk, or hopped up?"

"Hopped up?" She laughed at him until his face reddened in embarrassment. "Christ, where'd you get that? Hopped up! I'm a little ripped, that's all." She snuggled her body up to his, and squirmed against him. "Wanna fuck," she whispered.

"My god."

"Wanna?"

"You are crazy… out of your mind!"

Tessie tried to kiss him.

"Tessie, stop it. Stop it, stop it!"

"Come on, I wanna fuck." Tessie was taking full advantage of the fact that she could blame her wanton behavior on being stoned. Not that being stoned didn't help her courage.

"Look, here's a pass key. You go up to the infirmary and lie down. Class will be over in fifteen minutes and then I'll come and get you."

"Oh wow!"

"Not for that Tessie. I'm going to drive you home… so you don't get into any trouble… in your condition." Looking at her, appraising her – condition – he remembered her nipples thrusting through that red sweater that first day of school, and his hand trembled on her shoulder.

Tessie giggled. "Yes, in my, er… condition, I sure need to be driven home." She giggled again and blinked her eyes. "You will drive me, won't you.

"Uh-yeah. Yes, yes. I'll drive you… home." He went back into the classroom, but he couldn't seem to remember why.

Feeling very up, Tessie walked to the elevator and pressed the button again, listening to the car clank up through the shaft. The doors opened noisily and a short, balding man peered out.

"You been playing with the buttons?"

"Sure, now I'm gonna play with you."

She entered the elevator and the doors closed. The short, balding man looked intimidated.

"Four, please," she said, winking at him.

"There's nothin' on Four at night."

"I'm gonna be. Mr. Sands told me to go there and… wait for him." Her hint was on purpose, to titillate the already bewildered operator.

His eyes widened and then a smile danced across his lips. "What for?"

"I don't know. He just told me to go up there, lay on a cot, and wait. Gotta listen to the teacher, you know." She slithered towards him. "But, he won't be up for about fifteen minutes, so maybe I can stay here and… talk to you." She put her hand between his legs and searched the folds of his baggy uniform pants for his penis. "Do you mind? I hate being alone."

His penis found her, rising up under. his pants. She massaged it through the worn material until it was fully erect and pulsing with want. Her hand moved slowly to the top of his pants and then she slid it down inside of them, her fingers quickly pushing the bottom of his soiled teeshirt out of the way. She pulled the elastic band of his shorts away from his body and thrust the palm of her hand against the naked flesh of his cock.

"Oooooo!" Eyes closed and his bald head resting against the glossy brown elevator wall, his hand pushed some kind of lever on the driving mechanism and then he turned the key, locking the elevator. "You are some nutty little girl." Her hand squeezed into his fleshy organ, and he pumped his body back and forth, his prick sliding in and out of her palm.

"I just want to thank you for being so nice." She watched his face as she masturbated him, her wrist hurting under the binds of the elastic in his shorts and from his belt, but she didn't stop. She wanted him to come, to come in her hand while she watched his face.

His eyes were closed, perspiration beaded his forehead, and his pink face flushed red. He licked his lips and took air in through his open mouth, smiling, pleasure clearly visible in his expression. Then he looked pained and his brow wrinkled, his nostrils flared, and he gritted his teeth: In her hand, his cock hardened and throbbed and twitched. She squeezed her fingers around it and pulled the skin down the shaft, gripping tighter and tighter.

"Agggghhhhhhh!" He slumped against her, both hands pawing her tits, pulling open the buttons of her blouse. One button popped off and fell to the floor. "Tit, give me your tit." His mouth circled one of her nipples and he sucked it in, biting it, hurting it. "Agggghh!" Her hand filled with his sperm and it slimed through her fingers, saturating the cotton of his briefs, staining through to his baggy trousers. "Cunt!" He came some more. "Fuck!" And the last thick blob spurted out. Within seconds he was flaccid again.

Tessie withdrew her hand from his pants and massaged her sore wrist. She licked her sperm coated fingers, eyeing him to see his reaction. "Good?"

"Yeah!" He was trying to clean the puddle of sperm in his shorts by stuffing his handkerchief down inside his pants. In spite of what had just happened, he was embarrassed to unzip his fly.

"What's your name?"

"Johnny."

"Will you take me to Four, Johnny?"

His face showed appreciation. She was going to give him a chance to clean himself without embarrassing him further. As it was, it was going to be a long time before he even realized what had happened to him. The elevator reached the fourth floor just as the bells rang out through the halls. Tessie hurried to find the infirmary, to wait for Mr. Sands, leaving Johnny with only a few seconds before the elevator buzzer would be sounded from all floors.

"Tessie," Mr. Sands whispered tentatively. "Tessie, you in here?"

"Over here, on the cot."

"Where's the light?"

"There's a switch by the door, but don't turn it on."

"Why not? What are you doing?" He tried to see Tessie, but the room was totally blackened. The shades must be drawn.

"I was dozing, the light'll hurt my eyes."

"Well, I'm afraid I have to put it on. Come on, I'll drive you – "

The light flooded the room and Mr. Sands gasped at what he saw. Tessie, lying on the cot on her back, her legs far apart, was masturbating, her fingers squishing in the folds of her quiet. She was totally naked.

"I've been waiting for you, getting ready for you to drive me… like ya promised."

That was it. If Edwyn Sands ever had any sense of reason, any kind of control at all, it was all gone now. The tantalizing sight of the fifteen-year-old nymph displayed brazenly before him, her smooth flesh and young ripe breasts, the wet gaping pink slit leading into her tight little pussy, blinded him to anything else. The door closed behind him and the lock clicked.

Dazed, dreamlike, he moved towards her, his eyes blinking, his chest heaving, shaken and stunned by what had to be make-believe… Not real, he thought. Not real… can't be… can't be. His hands went to his belt and undid the buckle. Fantasy… has to be a fantasy. His pants dropped to the floor. Pussy! Pink, tight pussy. He knelt between her spread thighs, naked from the waist down, except for his black socks and black shoes with one lace coming undone.

Tessie drew her legs up, tightening them around his body. His cock was pointed straight at her snatch and her arms encircled his waist to pull him down onto her. "Fuck me, now. I want you to fuck me."

"Yes. Yes."

His shirttails covered his cock as he bent over her, and he pushed them aside. He took hold of his small penis and held it firm, aiming it at the pink slit of Tessie's pussy. His eyes were riveted to the hard nipples, the nipples that had haunted his memory. Her ass lifted off the cot and her cunt came up to meet his cock, as he nestled the tip of its head in the soft wet lips of her pussy.

Fantasy! Not real… not real… not real. He looked into Tessie's eyes and she stared back at him, a wild sexual glint defying him to push his cock into her hole, all the way into her. He felt the velvet touch of her cuntlips and he jumped, withdrawing his cock, sucking in his stomach. Real… Very real!

"Oh-oh-oh." He looked like he was about to faint. "Ohhhhh!"

Her hands pressed against his white asscheeks, her nails dug into him, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, shoving her cunt against his body, urging. him to fuck into her.

"I'm sorry. Tessie, I'm sorry… This is awful. I'm sorry!"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"Tessie, I came. You got me so damned excited, I just came."

"Already?"

"I'm sorry "

"Do you always come that quickly?"

"No." He sounded hurt, embarrassed, and a little angry. "You teased me so much, made me want you so badly, that I couldn't help it. My cock has been hard for you since the first day I saw you."

Her legs were still wrapped around him, her belly just under his, and she felt the cold puddle of his jism on her flesh. She rubbed her body against his, catching his limp penis between her legs, tight against her snatch.

"Tessie, it's no use. I won't be able to get it up again… not for a while anyhow."

"Why not?"

"I'm not fifteen."

Tessie didn't care. If he had been so excited that he couldn't hold back, that he couldn't contain himself and keep from coming, had wanted her so badly, then she felt wonderful "Sit up, so I can see you."

He sat up, and, on her hands and knees, doggie-positioned on the cot, Tessie looked him once in the eyes, and then bent her head down between his shaking thighs. She licked his cock dry. From her belly, she scooped up his come and massaged it into her skin. Then she lay back down and asked him to stand up, dangling his penis over her face.

He did as she asked, partially out of guilt for not having satisfied her, partially out of shame for not having been able to hold back in coming, but mostly out of curiosity. He had never met anyone as sexually turned on and open about it as Tessie was. Mr. Sands watched, mesmerized, as her body twisted and squirmed on the brown leather cot.

She looked at his cock, masturbating herself, pushing drops of his sperm into her hole. She couldn't stop staring at his cock. She loved looking at it. She reached up and touched it, and she loved touching it. She sat up and licked it, and she loved licking it: She sucked it and loved it, watched it harden and loved it. It twitched and she loved that. She let go of it and it softened – and she loved, loved, loved it.

Her hands twirled madly in her pussy, her lips fluttered open and closed, her asshole puckered and tightened, and her stomach sucked in. "Jerk off, too."

"I can't. I won't come again. I – "

"Jerk off… over my face."

Mr. Sands took the soft flesh in his hand and squeezed it. He was small and his hand hid his organ from her view.

"Let me see it. Let me see your cock."

He gripped the flaccid penis and jerked it up and down, rapidly, almost frantically. His mind said come and he wanted to convince his cock.

"I love it, love your cock… love it."

He was hard and getting harder. He didn't believe it. Harder. He kept masturbating, his hand blurring as it moved, almost afraid that if he let up for a second his penis would shrivel and die again. He jerked it, pulled it, yanked on it, his body gyrating. Harder. His heart pounded, painfully pounded.

"Do I excite you? Do I make you want to come so bad that you can't hold it back, that you just shoot right in your pants?"

"Christ, yes." He was hard, very hard. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Christ. Christ, I'm gonna come… come again."

"Do I do that to you?, Just gotta come, just gotta cream all over me. Don't you?"

"Yes… yesssssssss… yessssssss!"

Her finger sloshed in and out of her slit, up and down, sliding and slipping in her pussy flesh, her body bouncing off the cot.

"Come. I want to see you come."

"Yes!" His chest was going to explode and the pulsing of his heart thundered in his ears.

"All over me. On my tits and cunt. Come on me."

"Agggghhhhh!"

"Yes, now. Shoot your creamy, delicious jism all over me."

Tessie sat up, her hand working feverishly at her cunt, and she watched his prick. He held it in one hand and it was quaking in his grip, the tiny hole spasming. A spurt of soft white cream fell onto her breast and it felt red-hot to her flesh. Her body became rigid and Tessie started to come.

"Coming again… Tessie. Oh, what you can do… comingcomingcoming!"

Creamy sperm, blobs of it, gobs of it, dripping onto her tits, sliming down her skin, splotching in her cunthairs. A coming cock, right before her eyes, coming onto her body, hitting her in the face, on the mouth. She opened her mouth to catch a drop of the delicious liquid. She curled her tongue around the meager drop, trying to savor its delicious taste before gulping it down her greedy throat. Cock, she thought, coming for me. For me… and Tessie came, reaching a new peak of excitement, then coming again… and again… and again.

"Wow!" Tessie said.

"I gotta sit down. I think I'm gonna die." Mr. Sands said.

Tessie laughed and then he did, too.

"Can we fuck sometime?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, confidently. Mr. Edwyn Sands had been flustered for the last time.