by S. Wolf
“He said Amber told him you were cute.”
“And what do you think?”
“Like I said, Amber is perceptive.”
She laughed. He thought she looked amazing.
“That was nice what you did today,” she said, “calling the police for that girl.”
He shrugged. “It seemed like the right thing to do. She was messed up.”
“How well do you know her?”
“We’ve been in school together since we were little. I had a crush on her in the Fifth Grade.”
“You liked goth girls when you were ten?”
He laughed. “No, she wasn’t like that back then. She had long blonde hair and a pretty smile. Now she seems angry all the time. Except for today.”
“Any other crushes since?”
He smiled, knowing what she was asking.
“I was going steady with a girl named Haley for the past year and a half. We broke up a couple of months ago.”
“Why’d you break up?”
“It happened right around the time I got my scholarship. She was upset I was going off to college without her. I think she expected me to stick around and marry her after high school.”
“She sounds selfish.”
“That’s what I told her. But she had her mind made up and broke it off. I think she expected me to beg her to take me back, and tell her I’d give up college for her. But that ain’t happening.”
“Good for you. This is your shot to make it. Someone who loved you wouldn’t ask you to give it up.”
He smiled. He had never said that aloud to Haley, but it was exactly how he felt.
“How about you?” he asked, “Any boyfriends back in Dawson?”
“An ex. His name is Brad and we broke up around last Christmas after dating for six months.”
“Christmas? That’s a tough time to break up. Why’d it happen?”
She shrugged. “Let’s just say we had different ideas on how the relationship should progress.”
He gave her a quizzical look.
“He wanted to do things I wasn’t ready for.”
The light bulb went off in his head. She was a virgin! He was surprised to feel a sense of relief from the revelation. That certainly took the pressure off for tonight.
She was looking at him closely, studying his reaction.
He smiled and said, “That’s cool. I guess we’re both single for standing up for what we believe in.”
She smiled back, her eyes lighting up her face.
Chapter 10
Carly and Bubba walked on, reaching the town’s outskirts. Dale had followed them a while, naked from the waist down and his hard cock jutting out ahead of him. But he became distracted by a herd of cows and climbed the fence to see if he could have sex with one of them. As they walked away, they could hear loud mooing, but they didn’t turn to watch.
When they reached Dustless Highway, Carly went south and Bubba went straight towards town. He walked with a purpose – some almost forgotten memory pulling him forward. Showing a grin, he realized where he was going.
Fifteen minutes later the church loomed in front of him. He had served as an altar boy here when he was a boy, between the ages of ten and thirteen. Like most of the altar boys, this wasn’t the first choice on how to spend his weekends. But his parents thought it was best for him, so he spent Saturdays and Sundays dressed in a white robe and assisting with weddings and masses.
On one Saturday in June when he was thirteen, he was helping with a wedding. As he stood at the altar next to the priest, one of the bridesmaids – a girl around his age and the sister of the bride – kept smiling at him. Keeping his Christian duties in mind, he tried to avoid her glances, but every time he peeked at her she was looking at him with that sexy grin on her face. For the first time, he was glad he was wearing his altar boy robe, because it hid the large bulge in the front of his pants.
After the wedding, the family hung around the church while the photographer put them through their poses. Bubba was in the supply closet replacing the unused candles, when he heard a voice from behind him.
“Hi.”
He turned, and there she was – the sister of the bride and she was still wearing that smile. She closed the door behind her and advanced slowly on him.
Ten minutes later the door sprang open, and there stood Sister Margaret, looking very unhappy. The reason for her unhappiness was clear: Bubba and the girl – he never did learn her name – were locked in a feverish kiss. She also had his zipper down and his thirteen-year-old cock was sticking out of his pants like a railroad spike, with her hand wrapped around it.
Sister Margaret curtly sent the girl on her way, and told Bubba to go wait in her office. He sat there nervously for fifteen minutes before she finally came in.
She strode to her desk and sat behind it. “Stand up Raymond,” she said, and the tone in her voice made him comply instantly.
“Over here,” she commanded.
He moved over until he was right in front of her desk.
She looked him in the eyes. “Do you know God can see everything you do?”
“Yes ma’am.” The blush was rising in his cheeks.
“So you know that God was watching you defile that girl, even though the door was closed?”
“She started it!”
“Quiet! As a worker of God it is your duty to help those who sin, not join in with them.”
He didn’t answer.
“Raymond, you have been raised as a Christian. This won’t be the last time a whore will tempt you, but it’s my job to make sure it’s the last time you give into that temptation. Do you understand you have to be punished?”
He remained silent.
“Answer me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And the punishment must fit the sin, don’t you agree?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She lifted a metal ruler from her desk and gripped it in her hand. “Put it on my desk.”
He had had his knuckles rapped by her before, and while it stung it wasn’t that bad. He was glad he was getting off this easy. He placed his hand on her desk.
She stared at it before looking up at him. “That is not the part of you that sinned.”
He looked at her in confusion. What did she want?
She spoke slowly. “Put it on the desk.”
His eyes opened wide in realization. He shook his head. “No, not that.”
“Now Raymond!”
He kept shaking his head. His hands instinctively covered his crotch in a protective posture.
“Perhaps you’d like me to call your parents and have them come down here so you can explain what you were doing in the closet with that girl?”
His eyes opened wider. He could imagine his father taking off his belt, preparing to thrash him like he had done that time when he had caught him behind the shed with his cousin Cloe.
“No, don’t call them! Please!”
She leaned forward and spoke in a low menacing voice. “Then put it on my desk.”
His trembling hands went to his zipper, and pulled it down. Fishing his hand into his underwear, he brought out his flaccid dick, a drop of wetness still oozing at the tip from the girl’s touch. Edging toward the desk until his thighs pressed against it, he stood on his tiptoes so that his dick lay flat on the smooth surface. He could feel a blush warming the skin of his face.
“Close your eyes,” she commanded.
“Please.”
“Close them.”
He closed his eyes and waited. And waited some more. What was she doing? He thought the waiting would be worse than the actual punishment. But he was wrong.
He heard the whishing sound of the metal ruler cutting through the air, and the loud smack as it struck both wood and flesh. The pain shot through him like a jolt of electricity, and he cried out in agony, cradling his burning cock in his hands and doubling half over.
“Put it on the desk,” she said again.
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p; “No!”
“Now!”
Reluctantly, he stepped up to the desk again, and looked down to place himself. To his horror, he realized his cock was larger, the blood filling it as it swelled and grew. His blush deepened and he couldn’t look at her.
She struck quickly this time, swinging the ruler as soon as he was in place, catching him by surprise. The loud retort echoed off the walls, followed by another cry of pain. He doubled over again, clutching at his groin.
“One more,” she said.
“No!”
“One more and it’s over.”
His shame grew as the tears streamed down his cheeks. Once more he stepped to the desk, and now his cock was fully erect, sticking out and upward with a slight curve. Two red welts colored the sensitive skin.
“On the desk,” she said.
He looked down and saw the problem. Pressing down on the base of his cock, he laid it flat on the desk. Again, she wasted no time in bringing the ruler down, the metal slapping flat and hard against his rigid shaft, sending waves of agony through his testicles and into his gut, where they radiated outward.
He doubled over and fell to the floor, feeling like he had to vomit. As he lay there in a fetal position, she got up from her chair and stood over him.
“I’m sorry I had to do that Raymond, but someday you’ll thank me for it. You can go now.”
He picked himself up off the floor and limped towards the door.
“God loves you,” she said, as she closed it behind him.
He went home that day and told his parents he wasn’t going back to that church, and didn’t care if they beat him for it. His father took off his belt and towered over him, attempting to menace him into compliance. But when he saw the look in his son’s eyes, he knew the belt wasn’t going to change his mind, and put it back on.
And Bubba hadn’t been back to the church since. Until now.
He walked up the steps and pushed open the door. The sanctuary was empty and he walked straight towards the hallway that led to the rectory, where Sister Margaret’s office was. Her door was unlocked and he went right in. She wasn’t here, but he went to her desk, standing over it like he had done that day five years ago.
His eyes landed on the ruler and he stared at it, as if it was sparking some lost memory. Picking it up, he turned and left the room.
Looking further down the hall, he noticed the supply closet door was open. He walked to it and looked inside, and saw Sister Margaret refilling the supply of communion biscuits. She didn’t notice him until he entered and closed the door.
When she turned and saw him, she dropped a carton of the biscuits in shock. Half of the box scattered all over the floor.
“Raymond? Is that you? Why are you naked?”
He continued to grin. A line of drool ran down his chin.
“Are you drunk or something?” She glanced down at his erection and quickly back up again.
He took a step towards her, and for the first time, she looked into his eyes, seeing the lack of sanity there. When she spoke, her voice was strident.
“Get out of here Raymond! Right now!”
He took another step, and her eyes dropped again, this time to gauge the distance between her knee and his testicles. She smiled back at him, thinking that if he considered his last punishment bad, wait until he experienced her bony knee kicking his scrawny little balls through his asshole. Come on you cocky punk, one more step.
“Don’t come any closer!” she said, her voice harsh. Last warning dipship.
He ignored her and lumbered one more step.
I warned him, she thought, and swung her leg back, preparing for the kick.
But he was faster. His hand flashed back and then forward, bringing the edge of the ruler down hard on the top of her head. Her eyes glazed over and a small rivulet of blood ran from under her habit and down her forehead.
The room spun and she lost her balance, and would have fallen if he didn’t grab her. In her daze she felt herself being pulled into him, his mouth covering hers in a slavering kiss, his tongue exploring between her lips. Next she knew she was on the floor, his body covering hers, his hands reaching under her robes.
She tried to stop him, but he was too strong. Her hands hit and scratched to no avail, and she screamed as she felt his probing hardness.
Several minutes later her screams abated and changed to moans of ecstasy, as her legs wrapped around him and the heels of her shoes dug into his ass in time with his thrusts. She grinned up at him and urged him on with obscenities as their bodies slapped together.
An hour later they were still going at it. He was standing, pressing her against the cabinet as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she bounced on his cock, the mixture of their copious fluids running out of her and oozing down over his balls. From there it dripped downward, onto the half-opened box of communion biscuits, seeping into them.
Chapter 11
Josh’s and Billy’s cars sat side-by-side at the drive-in, and the four teens sat on a blanket waiting for the movie to start.
“What’s showing anyway?” Josh asked. “I wasn’t paying attention when we drove in.”
“Mind on other things?” Amber asked, giving him a wink. She and Billy had obviously been discussing his feelings for Emma on the way over.
“Maybe,” he said with a grin.
“It’s George Romero’s latest, Twilight of the Dead,” Billy said, and the second movie is his classic Dawn of the Dead.”
“Zombie movies?” Josh asked, “You know I don’t like zombie movies.”
Amber laughed. “You scared of zombies?”
“No, I just think they’re stupid.”
“That’s the point,” Amber replied, “They’re supposed to be stupid.”
“No, the idea of them is stupid. Tell me, in all the movies you’ve seen, have you ever seen a zombie run?”
Amber paused to think. “Now that you mention it, no. I don’t think they can run.”
“Which is exactly my point. All you have to do to get away from a zombie is run away from it. You can’t to that with a vampire or werewolf. They’ll chase your ass down. But a zombie will just drool and stumble around, and probably forget all about you.”
“Their victims can’t seem to run away in movies.”
“That’s not real running. That’s movie running.”
“Movie running?”
“Yeah, they run like they have sticks up their asses, plus they’re always tripping over things. I see a zombie and boom, I’m gone. Just try to catch me.”
Emma giggled. “What if I was with you? Would you just take off and leave me?”
“Just make sure you have your running shoes on, because you better keep up.”
She gave him a look of mock surprise and rested her arm on his shoulder. “You would leave me?”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. Billy’s the slowest one here. The zombies would get him first.”
“Hey now,” Billy said, “I have to cover your ass in the infield. Don’t worry about me. Ain’t no zombie going to be chewing on my ass.”
“I’m beginning to get the picture,” Amber said, “some zombies show up and you two are going to take off and leave Emma and me to get eaten.”
The other three laughed at her choice of words.
“Pervs. I’m telling you right now, if you leave me behind and I get turned into a zombie, you two are the first ones I’m coming after. What do you say Emma? Are you with me?”
“All the way,” Emma replied, and the two girls exchanged a high five.
“Where would you start?” Billy asked.
“Start?” Amber replied. “What do you mean?”
“Where would you start eating me?”
Amber grinned and punched him on the shoulder. “Is sex all you think about?”
“Only when I’m around you.”
“Aw, that’s so romantic.” She punched him again, and Emma and Josh laughed at their fri
ends’ antics.
“Besides,” Billy said, “There really are zombies. They were created by government experiments and they’re kept top secret so no one knows about them.”
“Oh no, here we go,” Josh said, “Mr. Conspiracy has awoken.”
“It’s true,” Billy said, “you can find all of this on the internet.”
“You can find anything you want on the internet. That doesn’t make it true.”
“Doesn’t make it untrue either.”
Josh looked to Emma for help. “How do you argue with logic like that?”
Emma grinned and remained silent.
“I’ll show you the website,” Billy said, “The government lies. From the faked moon landing to Salem, the government keeps the truth from us.”
“Wait,” Emma said, “I’ve heard about the faked moon landing conspiracies, but what’s this about Salem?”
“Wait until you hear this one,” Josh said, rolling his eyes.
“The Salem explosion wasn’t a terrorist attack,” Billy said, “the gym was blown up by the government.”
“Why would they do that?” Emma asked.
“Because they want us to be afraid,” Billy said, “When we’re afraid they can do anything they want.”
“So,” Josh chimed in, “you’re claiming that a year ago the government blew up a gymnasium ten miles away from us, killing almost five hundred people, blamed it on terrorists, and no one knows they did it? I find that hard to believe.”
“I’ll show you the website. There were witnesses.”
“Witnesses to what?” Emma asked.
“Some people saw the missile hit.”
“What bullshit,” Josh said, grinning at his friend.
Billy shrugged and said with a straight face, “I can only lead you to the water of enlightenment, I can’t make you drink.” This caused his three friends to break up laughing.
A coming attraction appeared on the movie screen, and the four got up.
“See you two between movies,” Josh said, “unless, of course, the government decides to blow up the drive-in.”
Billy put his arm around Josh’s shoulder. “If you need any advice, or if there’s something you’ve never seen before, remember I’m right next door.”