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After The Rebellion Of 2014
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Probably moaned as I knelt to line up the 4" putt and grabbed you buns and ran my tongue through your....
Tree
I imagine I am back in high school. Somehow that seems closer to me even though it’s a few years back than when I was nailed to this cross and raised last evening. One Monday morning my English literature teacher said “I want you to take out paper and a pen. Now I want you to write what you did this weekend. There is a catch; no matter how dull your weekend was I want you to write it up as the most thrilling thing that could possibly happen to anyone. Don’t lie but feel free to embellish.”
‘Holy Shit’ I thought there is no reason to embellish but dare I write this? I decided ‘what the hell’ and began to scribble down my thoughts.
“Friday night was typical, get together with girlfriends and talk dirty stuff that looking back I doubt most of us had ever done. Certainly my stories were bullshit. We on the parking lot between the church and the school as our parents and brothers were setting up tables and booths for the weekend’s ‘social’. I never felt very social at these things because the cool guys wouldn’t give me a look and the popular girls would give me a look that said ‘stay on the curb, girl; that’s where you belong.’
“It was getting late and I was getting ready to walk home when a pair of cheap cowboy boots with jeans bunched on the arches stopped before me. I looked up scanning the tall slender frame. Looking down at me was a pair of aviator sunglasses peering at me below a ratty straw cowboy hat.
“’Hi Tree what going on?’ I asked. He said nothing much. He asked if he could walk me home. I shrugged said ‘sure’ like I was going to get a better offer that night. He walked me home and was about to leave when he asked if I would be at the social the next day. I told him I hadn’t decided. He said he hoped he I would be then leaned forward and kissed my lips. It wasn’t a sexy kiss but it was the first time a guy kissed me. I would be at the social.
“I arrived midafternoon and looked around for him. I wore a tank top and some tight cut-off jean shorts. I sighed as I looked about at the girls there, some just starting high school with tits bigger than mine. I wondered why I wasted my money on the pink lace bra and matching panties; he wasn’t going to show up!
“I feel someone grab my bra-strap, stretch it and snap it against my back. I whirled angrily expecting to find one of my classmates taunting me. I look up and find it was Tree. He’s wearing leather sandals, long ‘cargo’ shorts, and a t-shirt with what looked like a cheap homemade iron-on image of an album cover. Who the hell is ‘Mott the Hoople’ I wonder. His long hair is clean and groomed and his eyes- shades off- are a grey-blue that seemed to sparkle at the sight of me! He says ‘I didn’t think you would come’.
“I wasn’t going to, but now looking at him I felt things I had never before and wasn’t sure what it was. He wasn’t skinny- maybe lankly, wiry- but he was looking at me as a woman! We walked the midway and played a few games (he never won anything but having a guy notice me- well). He asked me if I would like to go for walk and I was ready but was surprised when he stopped by the booth where my mother was working and asked her permission. Mother was of course thrilled that a boy would notice me, more so that he would ask permission to get her out of her hair for the night while she worked a booth far below her status. Mom and dad could have written a check for more money than the social would raise but there is an image to keep up.
“Tree is maybe two years older than me but even having gone to the same grade school I really didn’t know him. The closest I got to him before was at church when he was an altar boy assisting serving communion. I grew up on the north side of the parish and him on the south. Even though I went to school mere blocks from where we walked it was all new to me. The sun was down but it wasn’t dark yet. He turned and led me up an alley. It started paved, and then went to gravel, then a path through brush existing only so the electric company could maintain their power lines. Should I have been afraid? I could see houses on either side through the brush. If he tried anything dozens could hear my screams. But then again, what if he doesn’t try anything?
“The path widens and once again it is gravel. It is getting dark when he says to me ‘here’s where I live’. I looked over and could see the lights of the Standard Oil gas station and knew where I was. I told him I knew where his house was. He sat and leaned against the fence and said ‘No, Blaire, this is where I live’. I sat next to him and felt a strange calm come over me. He cupped his hand behind the base of my head and pulled me towards him. Our lips lock and tongues twist. My god, I have been kissed!!!
“His hand ran over my thread-bare tank top where my erect nipples betrayed my arousal. His hand slides down my belly and pulls the shirt from the waistband of my shorts all the while we were locked in a passionate kiss. Before long the tank top is bunched above my breasts. The little pink demi-bra is designed to leave my nipples uncovered. Tree kneads one of the hard buds then the other before he leans down and licks and suckles one.
“This was all happening fast. No man had done this with me. His hand glides down my bare belly. He easily unbuttons the top button of my jeans but fumbles with second button. As much I wasn’t sure I was ready to do what could come next I found myself helping him open the other two. His hand glided into the lace pink panties. He had to feel how soaked they were already. He gently fingered my clit without burying his finger in my pussy. He seemed to know what he was doing and soon he was first person other than me to bring me to a climax, and it was earth-shattering.
“I was so caught up in in the moment I would have let him go all the way but he didn’t make me make that choice. While I was still trembling he pulled the tank top down to cover my breasts. We kissed one more time then he stood and helped me to my feet. I tucked my shirt into my jeans and while I buttoned up the fly I said ‘if I knew this was going to happen I would have cleaned up a bit better’.
“He said to me ‘you are fine. You smell like a women.’ I blushed then he added ‘and Happy Birthday, Blaire.’ I don’t know how he knew it was my 18th birthday- my parents didn’t even remember. He walked me home. We kissed once more and he watched while I walked in the door. I turn to wave goodnight through the screen door and he turned and walked into the shadow between the street lights.”
…So that was the paper I wrote. I figured that was as exciting weekend my teacher was going to read about. I was walking down the hall at the end of the school day when my teacher Ms. Smith met me and said she wanted to see wanted to me right then in her office. I guessed she had read my paper. I arrived in her office and she told me to take off my jean jacket. I started to work the jacket off and asked “Have I done anything wrong, Ms. Smith?”
“Not at all Blaire, and please call me Barb…”
That was less than a year ago and now I am crucified next to my high school teacher…
Blaire
reported by Tree
...and no, the 'Tree' in Blaire's story is not even a known relative THT... amazing coincidence...
‘Holy Shit’ I thought there is no reason to embellish but dare I write this? I decided ‘what the hell’ and began to scribble down my thoughts.
“Friday night was typical, get together with girlfriends and talk dirty stuff that looking back I doubt most of us had ever done. Certainly my stories were bullshit. We on the parking lot between the church and the school as our parents and brothers were setting up tables and booths for the weekend’s ‘social’. I never felt very social at these things because the cool guys wouldn’t give me a look and the popular girls would give me a look that said ‘stay on the curb, girl; that’s where you belong.’
“It was getting late and I was getting ready to walk home when a pair of cheap cowboy boots with jeans bunched on the arches stopped before me. I looked up scanning the tall slender frame. Looking down at me was a pair of aviator sunglasses peering at me below a ratty straw cowboy hat.
“’Hi Tree what going on?’ I asked. He said nothing much. He asked if he could walk me home. I shrugged said ‘sure’ like I was going to get a better offer that night. He walked me home and was about to leave when he asked if I would be at the social the next day. I told him I hadn’t decided. He said he hoped he I would be then leaned forward and kissed my lips. It wasn’t a sexy kiss but it was the first time a guy kissed me. I would be at the social.
“I arrived midafternoon and looked around for him. I wore a tank top and some tight cut-off jean shorts. I sighed as I looked about at the girls there, some just starting high school with tits bigger than mine. I wondered why I wasted my money on the pink lace bra and matching panties; he wasn’t going to show up!
“I feel someone grab my bra-strap, stretch it and snap it against my back. I whirled angrily expecting to find one of my classmates taunting me. I look up and find it was Tree. He’s wearing leather sandals, long ‘cargo’ shorts, and a t-shirt with what looked like a cheap homemade iron-on image of an album cover. Who the hell is ‘Mott the Hoople’ I wonder. His long hair is clean and groomed and his eyes- shades off- are a grey-blue that seemed to sparkle at the sight of me! He says ‘I didn’t think you would come’.
“I wasn’t going to, but now looking at him I felt things I had never before and wasn’t sure what it was. He wasn’t skinny- maybe lankly, wiry- but he was looking at me as a woman! We walked the midway and played a few games (he never won anything but having a guy notice me- well). He asked me if I would like to go for walk and I was ready but was surprised when he stopped by the booth where my mother was working and asked her permission. Mother was of course thrilled that a boy would notice me, more so that he would ask permission to get her out of her hair for the night while she worked a booth far below her status. Mom and dad could have written a check for more money than the social would raise but there is an image to keep up.
“Tree is maybe two years older than me but even having gone to the same grade school I really didn’t know him. The closest I got to him before was at church when he was an altar boy assisting serving communion. I grew up on the north side of the parish and him on the south. Even though I went to school mere blocks from where we walked it was all new to me. The sun was down but it wasn’t dark yet. He turned and led me up an alley. It started paved, and then went to gravel, then a path through brush existing only so the electric company could maintain their power lines. Should I have been afraid? I could see houses on either side through the brush. If he tried anything dozens could hear my screams. But then again, what if he doesn’t try anything?
“The path widens and once again it is gravel. It is getting dark when he says to me ‘here’s where I live’. I looked over and could see the lights of the Standard Oil gas station and knew where I was. I told him I knew where his house was. He sat and leaned against the fence and said ‘No, Blaire, this is where I live’. I sat next to him and felt a strange calm come over me. He cupped his hand behind the base of my head and pulled me towards him. Our lips lock and tongues twist. My god, I have been kissed!!!
“His hand ran over my thread-bare tank top where my erect nipples betrayed my arousal. His hand slides down my belly and pulls the shirt from the waistband of my shorts all the while we were locked in a passionate kiss. Before long the tank top is bunched above my breasts. The little pink demi-bra is designed to leave my nipples uncovered. Tree kneads one of the hard buds then the other before he leans down and licks and suckles one.
“This was all happening fast. No man had done this with me. His hand glides down my bare belly. He easily unbuttons the top button of my jeans but fumbles with second button. As much I wasn’t sure I was ready to do what could come next I found myself helping him open the other two. His hand glided into the lace pink panties. He had to feel how soaked they were already. He gently fingered my clit without burying his finger in my pussy. He seemed to know what he was doing and soon he was first person other than me to bring me to a climax, and it was earth-shattering.
“I was so caught up in in the moment I would have let him go all the way but he didn’t make me make that choice. While I was still trembling he pulled the tank top down to cover my breasts. We kissed one more time then he stood and helped me to my feet. I tucked my shirt into my jeans and while I buttoned up the fly I said ‘if I knew this was going to happen I would have cleaned up a bit better’.
“He said to me ‘you are fine. You smell like a women.’ I blushed then he added ‘and Happy Birthday, Blaire.’ I don’t know how he knew it was my 18th birthday- my parents didn’t even remember. He walked me home. We kissed once more and he watched while I walked in the door. I turn to wave goodnight through the screen door and he turned and walked into the shadow between the street lights.”
…So that was the paper I wrote. I figured that was as exciting weekend my teacher was going to read about. I was walking down the hall at the end of the school day when my teacher Ms. Smith met me and said she wanted to see wanted to me right then in her office. I guessed she had read my paper. I arrived in her office and she told me to take off my jean jacket. I started to work the jacket off and asked “Have I done anything wrong, Ms. Smith?”
“Not at all Blaire, and please call me Barb…”
That was less than a year ago and now I am crucified next to my high school teacher…
Blaire
reported by Tree
...and no, the 'Tree' in Blaire's story is not even a known relative THT... amazing coincidence...
cxslave
Chain Slave
Amazing coincidence indeed...
This was a surprising post tree! Your writing is amazing but you showed a different side today!
I really liked learning more about Blaire's backstory!
Though I have to say I am a little offended, making out at the Standard Oil station? How old do you think I am?
Or is this set in the 70's?
And Barb was my teacher?
Wow....two thoughts....
First, this is one of the longest, most sustained pieces of writing Tree has posted in quite a while (ever?) and its a really, really good (no Seagram's?) piece of evocatively phrased and exquisitely detailed thick description .....
And second, how am I ever going to live down being crucified next to my ex-student? ... no wonder I emptied my bank account to buy one-third of her... I was hoping this would never come out.
Great writing Tree, and nice twist at the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cxslave
Chain Slave
I can't wait to find out what I did to Barb to make her hate me so...Wow....two thoughts....
First, this is one of the longest, most sustained pieces of writing Tree has posted in quite a while (ever?) and its a really, really good (no Seagram's?) piece of evocatively phrased and exquisitely detailed thick description .....
And second, how am I ever going to live down being crucified next to my ex-student? ... no wonder I emptied my bank account to buy one-third of her... I was hoping this would never come out.
Great writing Tree, and nice twist at the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...should I get into this???I can't wait to find out what I did to Barb to make her hate me so...
Tree
I can't wait to find out what I did to Barb to make her hate me so...
And what makes you think I hate you so? Thought I was just catering to your submissive nature
cxslave
Chain Slave
Miss Barbaria certainly changed after the Rebellion that's for sure...And what makes you think I hate you so? Thought I was just catering to your submissive nature
Catering to Blaire's submissive nature by trying to kill her multiple times!
Of course if could all be a big ruse....Barbaria does work in mysterious ways...
As for the 'Standard Oil' reference Tree shows his age. I will use the excuse that this is pretty much a true story from his youth. It was a Standard Oil service station back in the day- a real service station where the gas was pumped for you, the air in your tires and the oil in your engine was checked, and they even could do car repairs.
Back then the underground gasoline storage tanks were vented into the atmosphere and there is hardly a sweeter smell than high octane leaded gas. Perhaps this is why Tree is like he is today...
Tree
...it would be a BP-Amoco quick shop today if it was still open...
Back then the underground gasoline storage tanks were vented into the atmosphere
and there is hardly a sweeter smell than high octane leaded gas. Perhaps this is why Tree is like he is today...Tree
...it would be a BP-Amoco quick shop today if it was still open...
Miss Barbaria certainly changed after the Rebellion that's for sure...
Mysterious Barb...
.... you get what you ask for Blaire...
...Tree was not going to divulge this but fears he must. While Blaire was in Barbaria's office Barb made a pass at her and was rebuked... and you know what they say about a women scorned...
Tree
perhaps............................................this?I can't wait to find out what I did to Barb to make her hate me so...
cxslave
Chain Slave
Tree is excused!As for the 'Standard Oil' reference Tree shows his age. I will use the excuse that this is pretty much a true story from his youth. It was a Standard Oil service station back in the day- a real service station where the gas was pumped for you, the air in your tires and the oil in your engine was checked, and they even could do car repairs.
Back then the underground gasoline storage tanks were vented into the atmosphere
Tree
...it would be a BP-Amoco quick shop today if it was still open...
cxslave
Chain Slave
Must have been before Blaire's "enlightenment"!
Bet she wished she wouldn't have rejected Barb now...
...but one must remember Blaire was a 'complete' virgin when she was bought... sort of. But Barbaria could not say what she knew about Blaire lest the secret got out she tried to seduce students- surely her partners Bull and Gunner would petition Judge Admi to leave her on the cross until she died so they could have Blaire to themselves
Tree
Tree