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Everything was going to be perfect. Nathan hummed an upbeat tune to himself as he set the table. His girlfriend would arrive for their dinner in any time now. Nathan checked the food simmering on the stove for the second time in as many minutes.



He heard a knock at the door.



“Be there in a minute,” Nathan called out from the kitchen. He quickly ran a comb through his hair and then grabbed the flowers he’d purchased for Jenny. Nathan opened the door and presented the flowers to his visitor.



“Those are for me? Oh, Nathan, you shouldn’t have.”



Nathan’s jaw nearly hit the floor. The woman reached for the flowers, which he suddenly clenched tightly. He was dumbfounded. Nathan couldn’t find the words to speak as the impressively-sized woman stepped through the threshold of his apartment and cleaned her heels off on the carpet.



“Gia!” he exclaimed. “You’re out! What… what are you doing here?”



“Awww baby. You seem upset. I guess this means these flowers aren’t for me,” she smiled knowingly.



The tall, muscularly built woman looked better than ever. Her hair had red highlights in it now. They matched her full, cherry red lips nicely. Gia was in even better shape than she had been in the past. Nathan finally came to his senses.



“You can’t be here!” he shrieked, remembering Jenny could be there any minute.



Gia took her coat off and threw it over the couch. She stepped out of her heels and kicked them under the table. “Is that dinner I smell in the kitchen? Just who were you expecting tonight?”



Nathan picked her coat up and tried to put it back on her. His eyes flickered to her big bosom in her tight-fitting black blouse. “I said you can’t be here. Jenny could be here at any second. Please!”



“You’ve been a bad boy, Nathan. I’m not going anywhere until I get some answers. We’ll talk about it over dinner. You’re lucky I’m giving you this chance.” Gia ignored his pleas and stepped into the kitchen. She lifted the top to the pot on the stove and took a whiff. “Smells scrumptious. You always did take to domestic duties.”



“Please Gia. I’m begging you! Just hide in the other room for a moment and I’ll get rid of Jenny quick.” He was becoming more frantic by the second.



“Stop mentioning this Jenny girl and put my meal together, Nathan.” She gave him a cold, business-like stare. “I’m losing patience with this.”



Nathan got his phone out and attempted to text Jenny the best lie he could come up with. A big, feminine hand grabbed the phone before he could. “Give it back! I’ll tell her I have to cancel!”



Gia looked at him playfully and shook her head. Nathan attempted to wrench the phone from her grasp, but Gia pushed him back and gave him a much more serious glare which stopped him in his tracks. “Where do you get off acting this way, Nathan? I’m going to give you a chance to explain yourself. That’s a lot more than you deserve. In case you didn’t hear me the first time, get my fucking dinner on the table… NOW!”



Something deep inside Nathan clicked on once again. Without another word, he pulled a plate from the clean dish cabinet and set about preparing a plate for her. This time when there was a knock at the door he barely heard it. Gia sat up from the table and answered the door with a big grin on her face.



“Nathan?” the girl at the door called out. She’d never gone over to his apartment and been met by another woman. Gia offered her hand and Jenny shook it uneasily.



“You must be wholesome little Jenny. Nathan’s told me so much about you. Did he mention we were all going to have dinner together?” Gia sized up Nathan’s girlfriend as she talked to her.



“No, no, he didn’t. Nathan?” she called out again in disbelief.



Nathan rushed to the doorway of the kitchen. “Jenny. I, uh, I’m sorry. This is… Gia.”



No one spoke very much as Nathan hesitantly put the finishing touches on dinner. He kept a close eye on the two women from the kitchen, but there was nothing he could do. Gia would do what she wanted as she always had and always would.



Gia found a picture of Nathan and Jenny and picked it up. She stared at it for a long time. Curiosity finally got the best of Jenny and she asked, “So where did you meet Nathan?”



A devilish grin crept across Gia’s face as she answered, “Prison.”



Jenny couldn’t hide her shock. “What?!” Nathan heard her and went to the kitchen doorway again.



“Nathan must not of told you too much about his past.” She put the picture down. “He must have glossed over this part. It’s really a funny story.” She looked over at Nathan, “Do you want to tell it?”



“No.”



“Then I will,” Gia responded.



“No wait, I will,” he changed his answer. Nathan couldn’t get over how much height difference between Gia and Jenny there was. They were two very different women and Nathan had hoped they’d never be in the same room together. “I did something really stupid when I was younger. Like something non-violent stupid. I got sent to prison for it. I’m sorry I never told you.”



Jenny’s face turned white. She took a moment and then asked, “So then how did you meet Gia?”



“That’s the funny part,” Gia answered before he could. She winked at Nathan. “Some dope told him he could mark ‘transsexual’ on his papers and get put in a protective unit for transsexuals.”



Jenny looked over Gia again self-consciously. A transsexual? The thought had never even entered her mind. She was beautiful.



Gia sensed what she was thinking and said, “I’m a shemale, sweetie.”



“Then you mean you two were friends?” she looked back and forth between Nathan, who looked horrified to be discussing this, and Gia, who seemed to relish it.



“That’s the funniest part of it. Guys always try to get placed with us and they never realize until it’s too late.” Gia paused. “We’re worse than the men.” She chuckled. “Nathan and I shared a cell. I made a deal with your boyfriend. He put out and I looked after him.”



Jenny looked at Nathan. Her eyes were red. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this?”



Gia answered for him, “He was probably ashamed.” Gia stared at him now. “He was ashamed that he promised to write me and visit me after he got out and then he never did.”



Jenny’s tone suddenly became harsher. The usually even-tempered, concerned girlfriend said, “He probably wanted away from you. If I’m grasping this right then you should be ashamed of yourself. You took advantage of him when he needed help!”



“I think you should tell your prissy little girlfriend to keep her mouth shut until she has all the facts!” Gia raised her voice and scared both of them. “Maybe you should tell her how the wolves were circling before I saved you.” The conversation immediately became between Nathan and Gia, with Jenny as a helpless onlooker. “Some girls wanted to eat you up and leave nothing behind. They would have fucked you day and night and treated you like shit for it if not for me. I kept you safe and you forgot about me the second you got out!” Gia lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar, “Remember that?!”



“I, I’m sorry,” Nathan started to acquiesce.



“You shouldn’t be apologizing to her, Nathan! You’re not in prison anymore. She can’t treat you like this. I’m going to call the police.” Jenny fumbled through her purse for her phone.



Gia’s grip tightened on Nathan’s collar until she was nearly lifting him off the ground. “No wait. Jenny it’s ok. Don’t call anyone,” Nathan implored his girlfriend.



Jenny looked even more hurt now. “Nathan. Don’t play this game. Either you tell me right now she has to leave or I’m the one going.” He didn’t respond and she stormed to the door.



“Jenny, wait–” Gia’s lips crushed down on his. The door slammed. Gia felt his body go limp in her arms. She held his smaller frame against hers and shoved her tongue into his mouth. An old, comforting feeling welled up inside Nathan. She wanted him and she’d have him.



Gia broke the kiss. “Let’s forget about dinner. I’ve got something else on my mind now. Show me your bedroom.” Nathan tentatively took her hand and led her down the hallway to his bedroom. He had conflicting emotions. Nathan thought he had left this life behind when he got out of prison. But now it was back again. And like the monster throbbing between Gia’s legs, it was back in a big way.



Gia’s only interest was in the bed. She strutted across his bedroom like it was hers and stretched out on it. “Clean sheets,” she noted. “And look at you. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Come here baby.” She held her arms out for him. “You made yourself real pretty tonight. Thought you were gonna get some hot action from that Jenny chick,” she giggled. “Well I won’t disappoint you in that department. It’s been a long time and I need it.”



He came to her on the bed and they embraced. She started to cover his face and neck in kisses. Gia’s heavy leg swung over his and locked him in the place. He smelled her perfume, felt her lips, and finally gave in–fully and completely. Gia’s skirt came off. Then his shirt. Nathan felt her bulging erection against his thigh. He reached down and started to stroke it.



“Mmmm…” she moaned. “You know what I like. That’s why I came to you.” Gia unbuttoned her blouse and let her big, full breasts spill out. Nathan’s mouth found an over-sized nipple and nursed on it. “It would take too long to train someone else. Especially when I have a perfectly well-trained bottom right here.” Gia cupped his butt cheeks. She squeezed them hard in her hands, “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” Nathan’s hand slipped into her panties and wrapped around her thick shaft. Gia nearly had his pants all the way down. Nathan knew he’d soon feel her impatient cock penetrate him.



Gia pushed him down into the bed and slid over on top of him. She put his skinny legs up on her shoulders. The big shemale covered her cock in spit and pressed it between Nathan’s vulnerable cheeks. He grunted and tried not to jerk. Gia’s head hovered over his. She looked into his eyes with her mushroom head pressing into his tiny opening.



“You’re tighter again. Feels like a virgin hole. I guess two years will do that.” Gia’s breathing was more ragged. His expression became more and more pained as she filled him. His memories of the experience must have dulled over time. He couldn’t believe how large she felt inside him.



Her entire body covered him. Gia’s cock was completely buried. Her big breasts pressed into his face. She clenched her eyes shut and started to thrust into him. Nathan peered out from under her tits and saw the same smug smile on her face that she always had when she fucked him. She was in charge. He was her fuck doll. He’d been her only means of entertainment and pleasure in prison and now she had him on the outside as well.



“This is nice. Like old times again. Your sweet ass and my big cock were meant for each other!” Gia pressed her lips against his and kissed him. He moaned out. The physical stimulation of this beautiful woman and her giant sexual organ were getting the best of him. He squeezed her breasts and plucked at her nipples. It really was like old times again.



Gia wasn’t kinder on account of it being their reunion fuck. Her thrusts were powerful. Brutal even. Nathan embraced the role he thought he’d escaped from. He humped his butt up at her and squeezed around her tool tight. He manipulated her tits and kissed her sweaty flesh. He was wholly dedicated to her pleasure.



“Mmmughmmm! Oh please slower…” Nathan softly begged when she picked up the pace. Her hips kept thrusting just as fast as they could. She wanted to cum in him. To mark him as hers once again.



“I’m gonna fill you up real good. Make you forget about that bitch Jenny! What do you think she’d say if she saw you now?” Gia was happy with herself. And so horny. His hole felt so wonderfully tight around her. It was like a glove.



Nathan felt his cock flap against her hard stomach. He was hard and ready to cum just from getting fucked. Nathan didn’t want to think about it or the feelings it created in him. He groaned out loud, his soft, slippery ass walls clamping down around her cock. He cried out and shot his load between their stomachs.



“You like that cock? Oh yeah you do. Your ass is mine. Yeah, that’s right. Cum for me!” Gia’s lips crashed into his. She ran circles around his mouth with her tongue. Her pipe felt thicker now. Nathan knew that meant she was close. His cock finished spurting onto them. He clutched her breasts tight and kissed her back, sucking hard on her tongue.



“I’m gonna fucking fill you up! You’re mine. Fuck, you’re MINE!” she half-shouted and half-cried. Gia drove her dick to the deepest depths inside him and sprayed his asshole with cum. She bit down hard on his bottom lip. Thick, sticky shots of jizm painted his insides cum white. Her thrusts were less focused and more primal now. She hammered him until her hose began to slow.



Gia was breathing hard. She stared down at him. A smile had overtaken her face. She told him, “That was even better than I remember it. I’m glad we’ve still got it.” Gia chuckled and gave him another kiss. Her cock tensed again as the last drops spilled out. Nathan felt physically and emotionally spent. He couldn’t bear to think of Jenny.



Nathan’s ass was sore. He could feel her cum roll down his ass when she pulled her dick from him. Gia rolled over on the bed. She kept his legs tucked under hers and ran her fingers over his chest. “I couldn’t have gone another night without filling your bottom. Did you have fun, boy of mine?”



Nathan swallowed hard. He slowly, careful of his sore behind, turned onto his side and pressed his face into her breasts. Gia let out of a laugh. She pulled the blanket over him and wrapped him up in her arms. “We skipped dinner but I couldn’t eat a thing tonight. No, I can barely keep my eyes open. Let’s sleep and recharge our batteries for tomorrow. A big breakfast and then some more fun tomorrow morning. That’ll do us good.”



He curled deeper into her arms. Her voice was calming. Nathan remembered how she protected him. He felt secure in her arms. It was a nice, warm feeling. Something he didn’t want to admit, but he missed.



There were three missed calls on Nathan’s phone from Jenny by the morning.



***



Gia picked a pack of gum off the shelf and brought it up to the counter. She put it down and made eye contact with the cashier. Gia looked even hotter than she had last night. She’d moved her stuff into Nathan’s apartment, had a nice soothing shower and did her makeup properly. The cashier, Nathan’s girlfriend, wasn’t wearing any makeup. She wore a very plain dress to work.



“Can you take a break?” Gia asked her.



Jenny rang up the pack of gum and responded, “I can take my lunch now.”



Gia opened the passenger door to her car for Jenny and the two women got in. Gia seemed content to sit quietly, even though she was the one who called this chit chat. It made Jenny feel even more unsettled. She asked, “What did you want?”



Gia began, “I came to you because I want to do this amicably. Nathan is mine. You’re not to call him anymore. He’s my boyfriend and you have no claim to him from now on. Got that?” Gia rolled through the stations on the radio as though she were bored with this discussion already.



“He’s not property!” Jenny huffed, her frustration showing. “You don’t own him!”



“I took his ass last night. He’s mine. He was mine before he even met you. You’re a lucky little girl that I’ll let that go.” Behind her disinterested veneer, Gia was getting a little frustrated herself.



“He didn’t let you do that!” Jenny cried. “You raped him! I never should have left. How can you do this to us?”



“You want to delude yourself? Fine by me. Nathan picked me. Go cry yourself a river. But don’t, you hear me, DON’T bother us again.”



“He didn’t pick you. You bullied him into submission!” Jenny was red in the face. She was going to stand up to this woman because she might not have another chance.



“I’m getting tired of you saying that.” Gia picked up her phone and called Nathan. “Get over here now,” she told him.



“He’s leaving work to come here?” Jenny asked.



“He’ll do anything I tell him to,” Gia replied with the hint of a smile. The two women sat there rather silently again. Gia turned the music up louder.



About fifteen minutes passed before Nathan drove up to the parking lot. He could see Jenny in the car with Gia, which caused him much apprehension. Gia flagged Nathan down and sat him in the backseat. “Jenny here thinks I’m forcing you to be with me. Is that true, Nathan?”



Nathan fidgeted. He looked at the two women. Jenny tried to plead with her eyes for him not to be intimidated by her. Gia smiled at him and winked. She unzipped her pants and pulled her growing erection out. “Suck if you won’t talk.” She waved her cock. “I think that’ll work.”



Jenny tore her eyes away from the monstrous cock with disgust. She looked over at Nathan. Jenny was positive his face would show the same disgust, but instead she saw a much different reaction. He couldn’t look away.



“Don’t listen to her, Nathan. I love you. Don’t let her run your life,” Jenny begged her boyfriend.



“Well, I, umm…” he lowered his eyes to Gia’s lap once again. A clear pearl of Gia’s essence sat at the pink tip of her cock.



Gia suddenly grabbed a squealing Jenny by the back of the head. “Kiss this bitch or suck my cock. One or the other! And you better suck my fucking cock!” she shouted at him.



Jenny couldn’t pry herself free of Gia’s firm grasp. She appealed to him as best she could, “Choose me and we’ll fight her together. We’ll find a way to get her out of your life once and for all. Please Nathan!”



Nathan’s emotions were going haywire. Jenny was his girlfriend and she’d always been good to him. He loved her. But he couldn’t fight Gia; not physically, nor her pure sexual energy. Her hardening cock and intimidating presence got the best of him and he slumped to his knees. Nathan’s head made it to Gia’s lap. Jenny fought back tears as she watched her boyfriend swallow the woman’s cock.



“You broke my heart Nathan,” Jenny choked out her words with cotton filling her throat. “I’m gone.”



“Mmm… use that tongue. Get my girl nice and wet.” Gia kept her eyes on Nathan’s bobbing head while maintaining her hold on Jenny, “You’re not going anywhere bitch. You’re gonna watch him suck my cock! I’m the top bitch around here and Nathan is mine. This is so you won’t forget it!”



Nathan’s face reddened. He didn’t want to do this in front of Jenny. He also found that he didn’t want to disappoint Gia by doing a bad job. Nathan’s tongue swirled around the spongy head of her cock. He swallowed her leaking precum. That elicited a moan from Gia, which earned a groan from Jenny. Nathan’s lips slid down Gia’s thick cock. He hadn’t blown her for two years, yet somehow it felt like it was yesterday.



Jenny accepted that she couldn’t break free of Gia’s hold. Gia was physically too strong for her to do it, at least without hurting herself. But what she saw was so utterly humiliating. Jenny couldn’t believe she was watching her boyfriend suck off a shemale. And it looked like he was enjoying himself! Her life had been normal once. Wasn’t that only yesterday?



He was getting used to cock in his mouth again. Gia enjoyed the way his pretty little lips sealed around her shaft. She told him, “Look at me while you suck. Show Jenny how much you love it, cocksucker.”



His eyes slowly opened. He looked up at Gia, her cock filling his mouth. Nathan’s eyes began to water as Gia’s cock pushed deeper in his mouth. It pressed so deep that it threatened to enter his tight throat; Gia pressed his head down lower into her lap and it did just that. “Oh, fuck yeah! Your boyfriend’s little throat is so damn tight. It’s almost as tight as his ass.”



“You don’t have to do this, Nathan. She doesn’t own you!” Jenny started to fight again. She couldn’t handle this. Even closing her eyes, she still heard it. The sound of her boyfriend’s mouth slurping and his throat contracting.

You couldn’t call him a bully. It’s hard to get bullied when you’re over six feet tall and built like a truck, albeit a pink feminine truck. Emma was quite a beautiful young woman. With her full shapely body, long dark hair and pretty face.



Connor was part of a clique which often made fun of her immense size and aptitude for sports. It hurt to have them mistreat her, but she had enough self-confidence to not let it get to her too much.



Everything changed for them when their small high school merged with another one in the area. Emma’s class would be spending their senior year at a new high school. Connor found the new school to be a very different experience. He found himself rather quickly in the crosshairs of a group of guys who hated him.



Emma knew all this as the last bell rung and she cut across the field to walk home. She enjoyed the cool Autumn air after a long day at school. She looked beyond the fence and saw Connor in between three boys. Emma sped up. She hung behind the fence and listened.



“Give my bag back!” Connor’s voice tried to sound tough.



The bully holding his bag looked over at one of his friends and asked, “Should we give it back… or throw it in a dumpster somewhere?”



“Fucking give it back!” his voice was shrill. Connor jumped forward and pushed the guy with his backpack.



The other two guys grabbed Connor and held him. “Now you’re gonna get it,” one of them cackled.



The bully holding his bag threw it hard into Connor’s stomach. He said, “You win. You’re going in the dumpster instead.”



Emma suffered through a moment of indecision. It wouldn’t give Emma any pleasure to help Connor out. She’d faced the same problems when the two schools first merged. She knocked three teeth from the first guy that gave her trouble. The next one spent two days in the hospital. It stopped after that. Some girls carried pepper spray with them, Emma carried two hammer-like fists.



She stepped out from behind the fence and pushed herself between them. “All right. All right. Leave him alone,” she said in a rather adult tone.



The bullies had heard some rumblings about her. The main one told her, “We don’t have a problem with you. Get lost.”



Emma pushed him out of the way and the other two let go of Connor. She looked down on them with a narrowing gaze and clenched her fists.



“Fine,” the main bully said. “We’ll see you later, Connor.”



As they started to back away, still with scowls on their faces, one of them muttered, “Screw that fucking bitch.”



Emma brandished her fist at them. “Come over here and try it,” she growled.



Connor stood up a little straighter as the boys moved further into the distance. “Wow. I can’t believe you did that. Thank you.”



Emma stopped watching them closely and shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”



Connor watched the boys congregate by the school building. He ground his heel into the sidewalk uneasily. “They’re totally gonna kick my ass as soon as you leave.” He started to follow Emma. “Wait up! Will you walk me home… please?”



Emma let out a deep belly laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”



“Please.” He slid up to Emma’s side.



Connor had never played any sports. He was always a little on the small side, and seemed even smaller as Emma looked at him. “I’m walking home. You can follow me and then loop around to your house,” she finally conceded.



“Thank you. Thank you.” Connor looked back at the school, rapidly shrinking behind them, with a bit more confidence. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with them. I never did anything,” he started to make conversation.



Emma let out a soft, snorting chuckle. “Yeah, you never do anything. I’m sure.”



They walked the rest of the way, mostly in silence. Each would occasionally take a casual glance at the other. Someone just walking down the street might have taken them for an oddly-matched couple.



***



Later that night Emma set out to do some homework in her room. She turned the music off and cleared her desk. Emma sat down, pulling her math books out. She tried to concentrate on a question that was giving her trouble. There was just one problem. Her penis wouldn’t let her. Emma found herself masturbating three–sometimes four times a day.



Emma’s large erection rubbed uncomfortably against the inside of her jeans. Emma sighed to herself. She unzipped her pants and retrieved her growing womanhood from her panties. Emma licked across the palm of her hand and started to stroke her pulsing shaft with it.



Having such a strong sex drive was a bit of a downer when the only relief came from her hand. Emma sucked a finger on her other hand into her mouth. She slipped it below her low-hanging balls and pressed through her anal ring. Emma’s hand started to glide faster up and down her shaft. Her purple red cock head shined with pre-cum.



Emma squeezed her shaft hard. Her thick, nine-inch pipe looked downright monstrous. Her finger pressed past the knuckle into her asshole. She moaned softly, her hand moving in slower, stronger strokes along her thick shaft. It turned a deeper shade of red as her balls churned with boiling cum.



Just then her phone buzzed. Emma tried to ignore. She was so close. Her hand literally milking the cum up her shaft, she bit down hard on her bottom lip. But the damn thing wouldn’t shut up. Emma stopped stroking with a long sigh of frustration. She grabbed her phone and picked up.



“I’ve been texting you!” Emma’s friend exclaimed from the other side of the phone. “Kathy said she saw you walking home with Connor. Oh my god. Are you going out with him?”



“Ugh…” Emma exhaled loudly. “No, I’m not. He just followed me home, Jen. It’s nothing.”



“Hmm,” her friend said, partly in disbelief. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. He’s sort of cute, I guess. I mean he’s got a nice butt.” Jen started to gab.



Emma giggled. “Yeah.”



“You’re going to Kathy’s party next week, right? Everyone’s going.”



They talked for a few minutes and then Emma got off the phone. Emma’s hand circled back down to her cock. It grew again to full length in her hand. She tickled her balls with the other hand. As she stroked her cock an image of Connor between her legs, squeezing her shaft in his comparatively small hands, entered her mind.



Emma’s hand pumped furiously up her swollen shaft. She pictured Connor’s delicate lips engulfing her angry mushroom cock head and slurping on it. Her dick would slide deeper into his tight mouth. He’d sputter out a wet, choking sound around the massive girth of her cock. Her heavy hands would collapse around either side of his head. She’d fuck his throat into oblivion–or until her sweet orgasm. Whichever came first.



Emma shook the fantasy from her mind. At the same time a smile registered at the corners of her lips. She stroked her cock until hot ejaculate powered up her shaft and exploded from her tip. The burning sticky liquid shot all over her stomach, breasts and hands as it flowed down her shaft. Another spurt spit from her mushroom and landed on her desk. The last blasts erupted next. Emma fell deeper into her chair and let out a low moan.



***



The next day at school was much like the last. Emma had to convince a few of her friends that she wasn’t dating Connor. Then at the end of day she gathered up her books from her locker. Emma followed along like everyone else in the long lines heading out the door. She cut across the field and then she spotted Connor behind her. Emma kept walking. She noticed a few of the same boys from yesterday waiting by the fence.



Connor saw them and called out, “Can I walk with you again today?”



Emma stopped just out of earshot of the group of boys. She shook her head. “I’m not your babysitter.”



Connor looked nervously over at the group. “Please. I’ll owe you.”



She shook her head again. Emma sped up and crossed the group of bullies. They let her pass without a problem. She kept walking when a scuffle broke out behind her. Connor turned tail to run off, but they caught up with him. One of them tackled him and he fell face-first into the grass.



Emma watched them with as little interest as possible. She exhaled deeply before speaking, “Let him go.”



Connor lifted his face out of the dirt just enough to say, “Oh thank you. Thank you!”



The main bully who’d thrown Connor’s bag into his stomach yesterday pushed his face back in the dirt. This caused Emma to tread past the fence and close the distance between them. She physically pulled them off of Connor. Emma separated them without breaking a sweat. “Come on,” she told Connor tersely, lifting him to his feet.



“Go ahead and let your girlfriend fight your battles for you,” one of them complained sorely.



“Shut up! I’m not his girlfriend,” Emma shot back at them angrily.



“Yeah. She’s not my girlfriend!” Connor whined.



“Come on,” Emma said again impatiently. She dragged Connor by his collar behind her.



“I heard she’s got a cock,” one of them said with a snicker.



Emma’s face turned flush with anger, but she let it go and kept walking. “I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t helped,” Connor chirped once they were a significant distance away. He gently, awkwardly hugged her side. And left dirt from the grass on her shirt.



“Don’t get used to this. I took enough shit for walking with you once.” Emma gave him a push. “That was the last time I’ll do that what I just did. So you better figure something out yourself.”



Connor went quiet. They walked a little further and he said, “You should have kicked their asses after that comment they made about your, well, you know when they said that. They deserve it.”



“If I kicked ass every time that happened, you wouldn’t live to tell about it.”



***



Emma tossed and turned in bed. Her hand flung forward and ended up knocking the clock off her nightstand. Her legs flailed. She kicked her blanket off and picked up the clock, glancing at the time. Emma took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. She fell off to sleep once again…



Connor was there in her dream. He was naked. His sleek, trim body pressed into the bed under Emma. Her cock pulsed threateningly. Connor’s hand wrapped around the shaft and aimed it at his tight pink entrance. She groaned as her dick thrust into his clutching asshole.



Emma woke again. Recalling the dream, she asked herself out loud, “What the hell is wrong with me?” She stretched out and threw her face into the pillow. Emma’s hard cock throbbed against the mattress. She’d never get any sleep like this.



Emma was a walking zombie the next morning. Her mom looked at her with concern from across the breakfast table. Emma started to wake up in the cool morning air as she walked to school. Then leave it to a bunch of boring classes to put her back to sleep. It was close to the end of the day before she happened to run in to Connor.



“You really won’t let me walk with you today?” he asked.



“Are you serious? I can’t believe you’re asking me again. I’ve gotta get to class.” Emma left that building to get to her class in another. Connor followed her out and caught up.



“Come on. Just help me. Please please,” he started to beg.



“I’m not your fucking bodyguard,” she told him. “Find someone else to follow around like a little bitch.”



“What the hell did I ever do to you?”



Emma furrowed her brow. She stopped walking and surveyed him indignantly. “Like before we merged schools or after? You were a dick to me like all your dumbass friends back then.”



Connor gave her the same look he’d had on his face the other day at the moment one of those bullies hurled his backpack into his stomach. He said quietly, “I didn’t mean any of that. That’s what everyone was doing.”



“Convenient explanation now that you need my help.” Emma threw up her arms.



“I do need your help. They’re afraid of you. Just do this for me. Please,” he pleaded.



She turned to Connor slyly and told him, “All right. You’ll get what I want when I get what I want.”



“Ok. Anything,” Connor spit out quickly.



“Suck my cock after school.” Emma crossed her arms and looked at him with a smile.



What the fuck?” Connor became extremely uncomfortable. “Serious? You’re crazy. I’d rather get my ass kicked than suck you off,” he told her angrily.



“No skin off my back. I really have to get to class.” Emma turned and walked away with no further comment. Connor stood in the same place dumbfounded until long after she’d entered the next building.



Emma went through the rest of the day, her mind returning to what had happened earlier. She could hardly believe what she’d offered. But it got him off her back finally. She counted down the seconds until final bell rung. There was no sign of Connor as Emma started home. She passed the fence without seeing him.



Emma was halfway home before she got the distinct feeling that someone was following her. She looked back and saw no one except an old woman with a poodle. Emma kept walking, this time when she looked back, she spotted Connor. He slunk up to a tree. The devil had been following her home the entire time. Probably hoping just by his proximity to Emma that they’d leave him alone. Emma let out a little giggle at the sight of him. She shook her head and kept walking.



***



Emma’s cock was hard by the time she made it home. She jerked off immediately and then again before bed. Why couldn’t her cock ever stay soft? She needed her own personal fuck toy. Emma was still a virgin at eighteen. She spent at least half her waking hours thinking about sex. These thoughts made their way into her dreams and kept her womanhood hard through the night.



She dreamed that Connor had agreed to her proposition. He’d gone through with it and sucked her off after school. In front of everyone to top it off. Emma proudly thrust her cock down his sweet throat. His tongue licked and toyed with her cock head and sensitive underside. Emma, still asleep, slipped her hand into her panties and began to stroke her growing dick.



Emma woke up the next morning a little groggy. But Friday was finally here. That gave Emma a little spring in her step. Unfortunately, it was too late to fit in a quick stroke. She left for school with a bulging erection. Emma got through the first part of the day. She spotted Jen at lunch.



“What is with you and Connor? Come on! Dish!”



Emma sat down next to her friend and played with the food on her tray. “Nothing. You won’t see us together anymore. It was nothing.”



Jen, ever the gossiper, waved at a few more of her friends to come over. “I heard Connor was telling people that you’re following him home every day and you like him or something.”



“You didn’t!” Emma exclaimed, suddenly interested.



A couple more girls sat down at the table. Jen looked over at one of them, “Kathy, didn’t you hear Connor saying Emma was stalking him?” Kathy shook her head yes profusely.



“Ugh!” Emma threw her fork down. “He’s scum.”



***



The rest of the day passed mercifully quick. Emma remembered the conversation she’d had with Jen at lunch after school when she decided to get a ride from a friend instead of walking. Let him fend for himself, she decided. Her friend mentioned she and some girls were going out tonight. Emma decided to break the trend and actually go. Emma’s friend dropped her off and then sped off about fifteen miles past the speed limit.



Her mom wouldn’t be home until much later tonight. Emma smiled to herself and thought about what she’d have to do to get ready. She was up in her room a few minutes looking through her closet for something to wear. She pulled out a tight-fitting blouse which looked delicious with a couple buttons left unbuttoned and a denim skirt which ended mid-thigh. She knew the girls were dressing slutty tonight. She had to keep up, right?



Emma ate a quick dinner then dressed and did her makeup. She grabbed a pair of pumps and put them on. She checked the time and saw that it was a little early. Emma looked at herself in her full-length mirror. Her hands roamed her body. Emma’s womanhood began to grow. Her hand rubbed it through the skirt. Her big bulge looked absolutely enormous in the tight skirt.



Emma unzipped her skirt and fished her hardened length out. She started to stroke her cock. After not having cum this morning, her erection was extra ready to be stroked. Her balls were overladen with potent semen ready to blow whenever Emma said the word.



A pounding came from the front door downstairs. Emma quickly shoved her hard mass back in her skirt and adjusted her skirt. She ran to the door. The door started to pound again as she opened it.



“Where were you?” Connor cried. She looked at him with puzzlement. He’d been roughed up. Connor’s left eye was turning all sorts of black and blue. His eyes were red and his clothes ripped. He noticed her outfit. His eyes bulged out at the sight of her beautiful, curvaceous body.



“It’s not my job to protect you,” Emma said with little feeling for his situation. She clenched the door in her hand, ready to slam it at any moment as she recalled the rumors he’d spread.



“Wait. Can’t I talk to you?” he asked softly. “I just got beat to hell by those same dumbasses.”



Emma gave him a searing look. But then she said, “All right, whatever. I’ll get some ice.”



Connor followed her in. He watched the way her big buttocks swayed in the short skirt she was wearing and felt a little better. She pulled an ice pack from the freezer and tossed it to him. Connor’s eye stung with pain as he applied it.



“They kicked my fucking ass,” he groaned.



Emma checked the clock. She’d walk to her friend’s house soon and they’d go from there. Her disinterest for Connor’s predicament was on full display. “That’s what happens when you go around telling lies to everyone.”



“What? I didn’t,” Connor professed. “They said I’ll get it worse the next time. I can’t believe it. I want to kill these assholes.”



“Oh yeah? You don’t spread dirty lying rumors? I should beat you to a pulp myself for what you said about me. I stalked you? You begged me to let you walk home with me!”



“I didn’t–that’s not what I said.” Connor’s face turned a little more red. He winced, taking the ice pack off his eye.



Emma stared at him dismissively. “What did you say then?”



“I said–I thought if people thought you and I were… a couple. I thought they might leave me alone. So I talked about us walking home together. I never said you stalked me,” he told her earnestly.



“Oh yeah. Use me when you need me. I have somewhere to be tonight. I think it’s time you leave.” Emma grabbed the ice pack and threw it in the trash.



Connor shuffled his feet on the floor. He asked her, “Were you serious when you said you’ll help me if I give you a… err… suck your cock.”



Why was he bringing that up again? He wouldn’t unless he wanted to take her up on the offer. Emma’s cock instantly hardened again. She couldn’t, could she? Emma thought of all the nights she spent alone jerking her cock. It would be nice to have someone to take care of her big, throbbing problem. He was cute. And what else were his dick-sucking lips for? She imagined it enough. Plus Jen was right, cute butt.



Emma was ready to accept when another idea popped into her head. She decided to change the script a bit. “Yeah, I was serious. But not for one solitary blow job. I can get that anytime,” she bullshitted.



“So what then?” he asked her with some skepticism and a lot of desperation.



A broad smile crept across Emma’s beautiful face. She chuckled to herself and then answered, “You be my personal sex slave. On call ready to suck or fuck whenever I tell you. And I’ll make sure you don’t get roughed up again in return.”



“What? You want to fuck me all year?” Connor cried. “I’m not a whore!” One sentence he never thought he’d have to utter.



Emma deliberately tried to hide her enthusiasm. Unfortunately, it’s hard to play it cool with an obscene tent in your skirt! “Take it or leave it.”

Connor looked like his whole world had been shattered. The expression on his boyish face was priceless. But when Emma started to leave the kitchen like she had something else to do, he grabbed her arm. “I’ll do it,” he told her softly. “On one condition…”



“Name it.”



Connor touched around his eye and felt the stinging pain return. He gave her a serious look and said, “Make those bastards regret pay for what they did.”



“Done.”



They made the deal. Yet Connor didn’t feel any different yet. “What now?” he asked.



Emma’s monstrous tent answered the question for him. She decided to test her newfound influence. “You take my dick out and get to work, slut.” Her voice had a kinky edge to it. She laughed inwardly.



Connor slid his tongue over his bottom lip and looked at the bulging monster apprehensively. He slowly, gingerly reached for the front of her skirt. Connor gently unbuttoned and then unzipped her short skirt. Emma pushed the skirt down her legs. The entire outline of her huge womanhood was visible. Connor saw every ridge and contour of her massive meat for the first time. It looked too big. He gave her a concerned look.



“Pull my cock out,” Emma told him. She was already imagining how awesome she was going to feel buried down his little throat.



Connor started to drag her panties down; they pulled her cock down with them until it popped out of them and sprung up like a diving board. Her dick stood straight out only a few inches from Connor’s face. He held back a gasp as he came face to face with a cock bigger than he thought could even exist. His hands seemed so small next to it. Emma knew what he was thinking. She smiled ear to ear. The contrast between Emma’s big organ and her feminine, beautiful legs was striking. Connor’s hand crawled up her smooth thighs and gently grasped her erection at its base.



“Meet my cock. You two are going to be spending a lot of time together.” Emma put her hand on his head and pulled him closer. Connor came off the chair and knelt down before her dick. His hand gently ran up the length of her shaft. The tight skin of her shaft was warm. It throbbed with need. By the time Connor’s hand reached her over-sized mushroom head, a big drop of pre-cum had formed at the slit. The silvery liquid hung off her tip like a pearl.



Connor brought his other hand up and also wrapped it around her girth. He squeezed her shaft tighter and began to stroke. Emma let the wonderful pleasure he was producing sink in. More pre-cum flowed from her tip. “Lick the head with your tongue then wrap your lips around it.” Emma’s eyes were closed. She spoke slowly.



He pressed forward on the floor and brought his tongue to her swollen head. It touched the hot tip and started to lap up the sticky pearls dripping from there. Emma moaned as his lips pressed against her mushroom. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sunk his lips around her tip. It was a tight fit, but her cock head began to disappear into the warm, wet haven of his mouth.



Emma opened her eyes. She didn’t want to miss this. “Yeah. More. Fuck,” she moaned to him softly. He pulled the entirety of her over-sized mushroom into his mouth and let it sit on his tongue. His hands still pumped up and down her shaft. Connor swallowed around the head. He felt her tip continue to leak. Sticky pre-ejaculate rolled down his throat and into his stomach. “More. More. Use your tongue.” Emma couldn’t contain herself any longer. Determined to take a more active role in her first blow job, she wrapped her hands around Connor’s head and started to press her cock deeper.



Connor’s eyes began to water as his lips slid down the length of her shaft. Emma’s tip pressed into the tight wet opening of his throat. His jaw stretched further open to accommodate her size. Connor’s hand found her full balls. He cradled them in his hand and gently rubbed. Emma sawed her cock in and out of his mouth with a look of pure bliss on her pretty face. He looked up through her valley of tit flesh and saw the pleasure play out on her face. Connor gave himself over to her. When she started pushing her massive mushroom through the opening of his throat, he tried his best to relax it.



“You look so beautiful down there,” Emma finally spoke. She said so without the smallest hint of sarcasm. She added, “Be Emma’s good cocksucker and get my fat dick down your throat.”



She felt a familiar burning in her balls. Emma lost it. She ground her member deep into Connor’s mouth. Her dick pressed into Connor’s throat and made him gag. She wouldn’t let his head go. Her eyes clenched shut, she humped the last few inches of her cock in and out of his mouth.



“Here you go, boy!” she groaned. Connor’s mouth was suddenly flooded with semen. He swallowed as fast as he could. More and more hot ejaculate blasted from her tip and shot down his throat. Connor felt her dick lurch forward in his mouth with each spurt. He held her cock tightly between his lips, swallowing frantically. Emma held his head hard against her crotch while she unloaded into his mouth and down his throat.



Her balls wouldn’t seem to empty. Even Emma was surprised by the size of her load. Powerful shots of thick, sticky cum flowed down Connor’s throat. Connor performed as well as he could under the circumstances. His jaw and throat sore, he managed to gulp down the vast amount of semen flowing through her shaft and shooting hard from her tip.



Emma finally pulled her sticky cock from his lips. The sticky shaft softened in the cool air of her kitchen. She couldn’t have wiped the satisfied, goofy grin off her face for all the money in the world. Connor stayed frozen on the floor. Emma pulled her panties up. A wet stain formed on them when they closed around her dick. She zipped her skirt up next.



Cum dribbled down Connor’s chin. He was a hot mess with his reddened face and disheveled hair. Emma checked the the time and saw that she still had time to get to her friend’s. “You can let yourself out,” Emma winked at him. She took another look at his cum-covered face and added, “You might want to clean yourself up a bit first. I’m going out tonight. See yah next time I need yah.” Emma walked out of the kitchen. She grabbed her purse and went out the front door, her heels clicking as she did. Connor swallowed the last mouthful of her cum.



***



Emma saw Connor twice more over the next two days. Getting her cock sucked as opposed to jerking off was a fantastic change. She couldn’t get enough of his hot little mouth. Connor blew her twice on Sunday. This little deal of theirs was the best decision Emma had ever made. Her cock was being treated so well that it had become quite the brat. It wanted that tight ass of his next.



She kept her word on Monday. Since this is an erotic story and not an episode of SmackDown, there’s no need to delve into the details. Suffice it to say that those bullies never gave Connor any more trouble. And maybe they thought twice the next they got ready to bully someone. Who’s to say there wasn’t a sizzling hot brawny transsexual protecting the next one as well?



Emma’s mom worked late on Monday. Connor came over to fulfill his duties. Emma pulled him into her bedroom. It was obvious she wanted more than a blow job this time. She wore nothing but bra and panties and a ready to fuck smile. Connor stripped as she instructed him to. Her hungry eyes leered at his naked body, making him flush.



“Well, don’t you have the perfect ‘fuck me’ body,” she stroked his smooth, all but hairless legs on her bed. Emma gave him a lust-filled kiss. Her erection throbbed against his stomach as her hand slid between his thighs and grabbed his butt.



“Is this gonna hurt?” apprehension showed on his face.



“I don’t know.” Her fingers pressed between his smooth cheeks. “Never been butt-fucked.” Emma pulled her panties off and began giving her cock slow, long strokes. “Take off my bra,” she told him. Connor reached around her warm body and gently unfastened her bra. He got to see her breasts for the first time. Her big melons fell against the side of his chest. They were beautiful and he wanted to touch them. “I finger myself sometimes when I jerk off. It feels good.” Her finger pressed against his hole. He instinctively winced, his asshole clenching tight.



“Maybe it’ll feel good,” he said cautiously, almost trying to convince himself.



“Oh, I know it’ll feel good. FOR ME!” she laughed, her breasts heaving in the process. Connor’s hand was shaky as it lifted off the bed and cupped one of her tits. “You’re a hot little cock slut. Turn on your stomach. Time to take my dick.”



Emma mounted him from behind. She covered her dick in spit and roughly grabbed his cheeks in her strong hands. His adorable asshole winked at her. It was so small and sweet. She didn’t know whether to kiss it or fuck it. Well, ok, yes she did. Emma couldn’t hide her glee as she pressed her huge tip against his tight opening. Connor gritted his teeth when he felt it. She dug her nails into his butt cheeks and penetrated him.



Connor groaned. He sputtered out a few words into the pillow. Emma’s hands held him tight, which was actually a comforting feeling for him. Connor couldn’t take comfort for long, though, because her cock head pushed hard into his asshole. Emma had meant to go slow. Honest. But she got the tip in and it felt so magnificent that she couldn’t wait to have her entire length buried inside his sweet hole.



Emma pressed harder into him. She huffed and moaned. Connor’s tender walls pulsed around her girth. She entered him faster than he expected. He was overcome with blistering pain, but he couldn’t escape her grasp. “Oh my… fuck! Your ass is so tight!” Emma exclaimed. His body squirmed. Connor’s legs dug into the bed. He tried to concentrate on something, anything but the sharp pain in his butt. He focused on her heavy breathing and soft moans. The way she muttered happily when another inch filled him. The occasional touch of her stiff nipples on his back when she pressed low enough against him that her dangling breasts would reach.



“I’m in!” She shouted out like some hacker in one of those heist movies who gets past the vaunted security system to steal millions of dollars.



She withdrew her cock gently enough. The friction she experienced made her toes curl. Once only a couple inches were left inside him, she pushed forward. Her hard cock drove into his ass. It took the very breath from Connor’s lips. He squirmed and moaned.



“Mmm… oohhh…” Emma groaned as her cock thrust into him once again. “Cock-milking cute tiny asshole of yours,” she huffed. “My cock… in your ass. It’s in your fucking ass.” Emma’s pace began to quicken. Slower and more deliberate gave way to faster and harder. She pounded her dick in and out of his ass. Each thrust ended with her bloated balls slapping against his on the bed.



Connor clutched the pillow beneath him. The shattering pain from his ass became duller. He started to get used to the feeling. He wanted to say something. His words came out as nothing more than moans. Pretty soon he was a sweaty, moaning mess. Connor’s own cock ground into the bed. His ass muscles, raw and tender, clung to Emma’s massive weapon.



Emma felt a tingling in her balls. With her cock pummeling his defenseless insides, she tried to ignore it. This felt too good to end. She growled out loud, almost in defiance of her impending orgasm. She let go of his ass and covered him with her big sweaty body. Emma fucked him at this new angle with a renewed vigor.



“Oh fuck!” Connor cried out. Her cock seemed to swell even larger. She hammered his tiny hole with every ounce of strength her impressive body could muster. Emma’s cock was so stiff. All he knew was the feeling of it inside him, of it filling him. Connor felt like he might black out. Then he saw stars. “Emma! Emma, FUCK!” His dick exploded against her bed. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.



She couldn’t deny the building pressure. The single most satisfying moment of her life had to end sometime. Emma couldn’t fight her orgasm any longer. His asshole was too tight. Too perfect to hold off any longer. With a few more mighty strokes, her balls seized.



She threw all her weight into one last thrust, her cock burying deep in his pleasure hole. Emma let out a piercing cry, “I’m CUMMING!!!”



A tremor cut through her entire body. Torrents of sticky girl cum shot through her shaft and burst from her tip at an incredible velocity. She bit into his shoulder in an attempt to counter the sudden intensity from what felt like gallons of semen erupting from her cock and into him. Emma felt completely drained by the time her balls emptied. She left her womanhood buried to the hilt inside him until it began to slowly shrink. With a great deal of reluctance, she finally withdrew and rolled off him. Cum trickled from his honey hole down his balls and off his thighs.



Both of them took a couple minutes to catch their breath. “That ass is like a little slice of heaven. Even you came,” she giggled happily. “How did it feel?” Emma asked in between breaths.



Connor looked over at her sweaty naked body. “How did it feel for you?”



Emma laughed. She rolled over on her side, turning toward him. “I think my heaven simile covered that.” She looked down at her soft cock and added, “Even my dick looks happy.” Connor realized her cock was bigger soft than his was hard.



“Do you… really finger your ass when you masturbate?” he asked.



“Mmmmmhmmm. Feels good.” Emma’s silly grin was infectious. Connor felt a smile cross his lips.



“Could I… can I try it for you?”



Emma’s eyes opened. They settled on Connor’s face. She seem somewhat amused, but take it with a grain of salt, since she seemed somewhat amused at everything right then. “What would you do?”



Connor thought about it for a few seconds before making up his mind. “Just, just touch you down there. Put my finger in and try to make you feel good… like when you do it when you jerk off.”



Emma looked at him, but she didn’t say anything. Finally, she grabbed his hand. She sucked on each one of his fingers. Then she rolled over and spread her legs. Connor’s cock got harder. He positioned himself between her legs. Emma put her feet down on the bed with her knees up in the air to give him better access. Connor’s gaze fell to her crack. His hands pressed into her firm bottom and spread the big cheeks. He looked at the tiny pink and brown wrinkle hidden within. Connor worked up a glob of spit and gently placed it square on her pucker.



He flicked his tongue across the little opening and then pulled his face out. One of Connor’s hands hefted her balls out of the way while the other poked a finger against her entrance. He gently entered her asshole with it. Connor’s eyes focused on her face once again. Her eyes were closed, her full lips parted. She let out a little moan of approval.



Her ass felt so tight around his finger. He took as much care as possible to cause her the least bit discomfort and the most pleasure he could. Connor’s finger pushed past the knuckle and then finally, all the way in. Her incredibly hot insides contracted around his digit. Emma’s cock started to inflate before his very eyes. It was all the encouragement Connor needed to start pressing in and out of her. His finger began fucking her hole, a creeping pace at first and then faster.



Emma started pinching her nipples. Connor watched every subtle change and small movement she made with a keen eye. Goose bumps formed on her skin. Her legs stiffened on the bed. Connor slipped another finger into her. She moaned, “Ooooh… mmmm.” His other hand started to rub her balls. He gently massaged them with his fingertips. Connor’s fingers were really fucking her now. He pushed in and out of her. Connor watched her cock as it waved gently in the air in rhythm with his fingers. Pre-ejaculate formed at the tip. He caught it with his lips and swallowed.



“Ummmghhoohhh. That feels… good.” Emma mauled her tits, plucking the big nipples and squeezing them hard.



Connor smiled. He took another lick of her cock and continued his fucking motion deep in her tight asshole. Emma was far sweatier now. Her hair was a mess. She grabbed her dick and gave it a few rough strokes. Connor’s fingers were a blur inside her. She cried out for the second time today, “Oh wow. I’m gonna CUM again!”



Her mushroom head seemed to swell even larger. It turned a deeper shade of purple. One more stroke up her length and it lurched forward. Connor quickly caught it between his lips and started swallowing her load. His fingers stopped at the deepest point inside her. Her hole clamped down around them as she came. Her essence shot down his throat until there was nothing left. His tongue danced over the sensitive skin of her spent tip.



Connor’s head settled on her thigh. His fingers sawed in and out at a slow pace in her. His tongue rolled over his lips and caught the cum he hadn’t been fast enough to swallow. Connor was the first to break their comfortable silence. “Emma?”



She looked down at him with heavy eyes and a pleased grin on her face. “Yeah?”



He waited a minute and then answered unconvincingly, “Never mind.”



***



Emma and Connor found as much time as they could to be together over the next week. Emma’s appetite for booty was insatiable. Blow jobs, butt-fucking; she finally had all the ass she wanted. The tipping point came by chance on Friday morning.



Jen came running up to her before first period. “Why don’t you answer your phone ever?”



Emma pulled the books she needed for first period out and looked at her friend. “I don’t know. I was busy last night.” A smile she couldn’t hide crept over her lips as she recalled what she’d been doing with Connor.



“You won’t believe this. Kathy told me that Molly told her that Connor asked her to Kathy’s party tonight.” A teacher walked past, causing Jen to swallow her gum mid-sentence.



Emma stopped dead in her tracks. “He did what?!”



“Can you believe she said yes?”



“Molly Benson? He’s taking Molly Benson to Kathy’s party?” Emma’s face registered shock and anger all at once.



“Yeah-huh. Crazy, right?” Emma seemed so affected by the news that Jen had to ask, “Are you all right? You said you two weren’t dating.”



Emma didn’t know how to reconcile all these conflicting emotions. She answered with little conviction, “We, we’re not. I’m just… I’m surprised is all.”



“So you’ll be at the party?” Jen wanted to talk longer, but Emma was in no state of mind to carry on a conversation. The bell for first period sounded and the two girls parted. Emma couldn’t have told you anything that was said the rest of the day. She was too preoccupied to listen to anyone or anything. As the hours ticked by, Emma’s shock disappeared. Her anger persisted.



Emma was fuming by the end of day. The last bell rung. She stomped through the halls and out the door. Emma scanned the field and parking lot until she spotted Connor. She got closer and grabbed his arm.



“Emma. Hey.”



Emma took a quick look around. There were a lot of students and faculty around. She said through gritted teeth, “My house. Now.” Connor followed her home like a schoolboy following his teacher to a punishment. He listened to each clomp of her feet. They were both silent the entire way there.



Emma slammed the door shut on them inside her house. She threw her backpack off. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked.



“Have any plans tonight?” she asked with fake coyness.



“Tonight? I, uh…” He couldn’t escape her piercing gaze.



All the while, she thought about how she had helped him. She didn’t want to. He begged her for it. Then he asks some random slut out behind her back! Emma lunged forward and tackled him. She threw him to the floor and pressed her forearm hard into his chest. “I never said you could take Molly Benson to a fucking party!”

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