'No, thanks, Mom.'
Out of the corner of his eye, Doug watched his parents act out their little ritual. Coming-home-from-a-late- lecture was a routine they acted out at least twice a month. The moves were always the same. He analyzed their conversation and their actions. His mother sharing her husband's interests, anticipating his needs; both of them sharing 'in' jokes and touching each other. That must be the stable kind of love — having respect and consideration for the other person. If you felt that way about a person, then the physical love was an added attraction.
Reviewing the past two weeks with Angie at school was painful. How comforting it was to have her lying near him in the quadrangle. The sun shining on a blowaway strand of her black hair and turning it red. The possessive and protective feeling he'd had when he held her hand in his. The sound of her laughter rang in his memory. How much he'd taken all of these things for granted! Only by losing them did he become aware of their value. Somehow it didn't seem fair. There should be some way that a person could know beforehand. So the person could recognize that he was in love so he could protect the relationship.
Doug sighed deeply. Their sex experiment must stop. That was certain. He'd tell Angie on Monday at school. But how to stop Brad from trying to continue them? Reason meant nothing to him; arguments had no interest for him. Brad didn't love Angie like he did, and after yesterday night, he probably didn't have any respect for her. That left fighting. The only thing that would make an impression on Brad's Neanderthal brain. If he could manage to beat Brad up, he'd probably leave Angie alone.
Doug sighed deeply again. Well, that's what he'd have to try to do. He'd tell Angie on Monday.
The memory of Friday night haunted Angie's mind all weekend. The cruelty and the degradation grew more awful in her mind each succeeding day. She could feel the heavy bodies lying on hers. Hear their mouths panting and gasping in her ears. Feel their hard throbbing cocks slide into her vagina; the bodies begin to pound on top of hers. Then her own blood would begin to race — her heart to pound, breath quicken. Her body would answer theirs — pound rhythmically with them. And then she'd feel the hot, scalding semen spurt into her, spraying her womb. Oh, God. Could she ever forget it? The fear of being found out preyed on her conscience until she began to feel that other people could tell just by looking at her what had happened on Friday night.
She dreaded Monday, when she'd have to go to school. She was sure she couldn't go. When Monday morning dawned, she considered feigning sickness but she knew her father would be able to tell that nothing was wrong with her. And then her mother would give her the third-degree, trying to find out what she was up to. She couldn't take that. Not now.
Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp eye out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid meeting Doug and Brad and her other friends all morning. However, at lunch time, Doug managed to catch her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.
'Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning,' Doug said, thankful he had found her. He added contritely. 'I'm sorry about last Friday. Really. I'd give anything if it hadn't happened. And — I wanted to tell you that I think our experiments had better stop.'
Angie's face flushed red with shame. 'You're damned right the experiments had better stop,' she snapped. 'I don't ever want to see you again.'
'Why not?' Doug asked, disturbed. 'It wasn't my fault it happened.'
'It was too,' Angie said hotly. 'If you hadn't kissed me at the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed.'
'Look,' Doug's voice rose under the stress, 'I didn't know Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You did. Why didn't you tell me you did?'
'I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me.'
The two looked at each other hopelessly.
'What's done is done,' Doug said. 'We've got to figure out what to do now.'
Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie who was still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. 'That's easy for you to say. Who started the whole thing?' She asked passionately. 'Who?'
'Angie! Be reasonable…'
Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading treatment of her helpless, naked body. How could he talk about reason? She turned and started to run away. Doug ran after her and caught her arm.
He pleaded, 'Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it up to you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it before it gets worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't tell anyone. So he'll stop.'
Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When she could speak, she coated each word with venom. 'You! Beat up Brad!' She started laughing crazily again.
It was Doug's turn to blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he stammered. 'H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-time…' Then he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated him. It was finished between them. Done. Misery rose and caught in his throat as he watched her run away.
Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her tear-filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one could bother her? She slowed to a walk and dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. The language lab didn't have a teacher there all the time. She could hide in the gym but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and try to force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner there among the bookshelves where she could hide.
When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see few people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so only the most ardent scholars were studying today. She walked past the shelves of books toward the dark corner. She didn't see Brad come in the door behind her.
Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library door. He went in after her and saw her disappearing behind a bookshelf. He guessed where she was heading. A smile brightened his face. Swiftly he followed after her. He found her just where he hoped to — in a dark alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in, blocking her exit.
'Hi! I've been looking all over for you,' Brad whispered gaily.
Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. 'I want to be alone.'
'Baby! Don't be selfish.' Brad pulled her to him. 'Just a little kiss.'
Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her sides and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her breasts and began kneading her soft mounds of flesh and brushing tantalizingly across the tips of her nipples.
Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, felt her body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. Good God, not here! In the library. She twisted her body around in Brad's arms until her back and the softness of her buttocks faced him. She did it so suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid around the front of her body and greedily continued kneading her young firm breasts.
Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too strong for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn hard and erect. Brad's mouth was breathing gently in her ear, sending searing electric shocks of unwanted desire down between her legs. Brad's body pushed hers hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped under the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist lips. Frantically she tried to cross her legs to protect herself. Too late. A finger gently caressed her clitoris. Sensual waves seared through her body. She gasped and moaned softly.
'No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!'
But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis which poked against her yielding buttocks.
Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his other hand away from her breast. 'Burn, baby, burn,' he crooned in her ear.
Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening penis pop out of his pants and graze down under the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. Her body trembled. 'Oooh!' she groaned softly, in ecstasy. Her pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub against his penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in anticipation.
'That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!' Brad said hoarsely.
With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand pulled her buttocks out from the wall so she was half-bending over. Brad pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim light the soft white moons of her buttocks shone sensuously. He pushed down on her back until she was bending over more. The dark crease of her buttocks widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched crevice, feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal hole, the soft ridges of her vaginal lips, the warm nest of her pubic hair.
'Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!' he said urgently.
Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a pole between her legs. Without thinking, her right
