*Author's Note: Any persons Engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Chapter 1
'Crack this shell and bring me home,' autumn's 'Shadow Girl' poured out of the speakers and Mary Farmer sang along with it. Thomas looked over and smiled at her and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed.
He wondered what she would do if he leaned over and kissed her.
"Probably call me 'Satan' and jump out of my truck," he thought.
Her parents were overly zealous religious fanatics and it was reflected in her manner of dress. Her dress went from her throat to her ankles, no flesh was exposed. Her round face was all but obscured behind her large horn rimmed glasses, and her long brown hair hung down to the back of her calves.
She looked over at him and blushed and looked away again. He was so handsome. She wanted so badly to kiss him, to feel those soft moist lips pressed against hers.
"He probably doesn't like me like that," she told herself.
"Football game tonight," he said.
"You going?" she asked him.
"Have to," he laughed. "I'm on the team."
"Oh, yeah," she said, remembering that he was on the football team.
"You going?" he asked.
She looked at her lap, at her hands folded demurely in her lap. She shook her head no, a tear beginning to form.
"You know my mama would never let me go to anything like that," she whispered, a sob catching in her throat.
"I know," he sighed. "Be nice to know you were there, cheering me on."
"I will be cheering you on," she said and innocently put her hand on his thigh.
His erection was immediate. Silently he cursed himself and prayed that she would not notice, would not get frightened or disgusted.
"Oh my Heavens!" she thought, looking at the sizable lump in his jeans.
She had a vague idea of what a man's penis looked like, having snuck a look at the illustrations in the encyclopedia in the school library. The drawings did not give any kind of reference points, did not say how large or small they were supposed to be. Since it was supposed to fit into the woman's vagina, she imagined they'd have to be pretty small, even though she heard boys, disgusting, vile boys bragging about how big their manhood's were.
Looking at the lump that Thomas had, she wasn't sure how in the world that would fit into her small vagina. But the thought of trying, the thought of touching it, kissing it (she wasn't sure if she could fit it into her mouth either) had her womanhood very excited.
"I'll ask my mama," she said as they pulled into the school parking lot.
"Don't," he said and sighed. "Don't get yourself in trouble."
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He sat and waited for a few moments, just watching her little bottom as she walked from the parking lot to the school corridor.
"Damn it!" he laughed at himself. "Never going to go down if you keep staring at her ass!"
Finally, his throbbing erection wilted and he readjusted himself and got out of his truck.
"Hey Tank, what's up?" Jack Rogers called out.
"Not much, not much, you?" Thomas replied.
"Nan, nothing!" Jack Complained. "Mindy's mom's being a total beeyotch, won't let me see Mindy, just 'cause that stupid bitch Holy Mary got her busted and shit."
Jack found himself being hoisted off the ground by his throat.
"Her name is Mary, not 'Holy Mary,' got it?" Thomas roared. "And she's not a stupid bitch, you are, got it?"
Thomas dropped Jack to the ground. Jack sat, coughing and rubbing his throat.
"Man, what the fuck crawled up your ass?" Jack finally coughed out.
"You, all right?" Thomas sighed. "All Mary did was defend herself; Mindy's the one that got herself busted."
"Yeah, but where am I going to find another freak ass piece of ass like that?" Jack asked and got to his feet.
"Your hand, ass hole," Thomas said. "Don't forget, I ain't getting none since Grace's out of here now."
"Big loss," John Ridgelow laughed as he joined the other two students.
"Yeah?" Thomas glared at him. "You going to suck my dick?"
"Hey, there's always amber," John suggested.
"That ugly twat?" Jack sneered. "Dude, rather fuck you."
"We all would," Thomas laughed and picked John up. "Anyone ever tell you what pretty eyes you got?"
"Put me down, faggot!" John laughed and Thomas dropped him to the asphalt parking lot.
"Fucking homo," John laughed and punched Thomas.
"Takes one to know one, bitch," Thomas laughed and punched him back.
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Amber Waterson glared at Holy Mary as the small girl found a desk and sat down. Ever since Holy Mary got her friends arrested, the cheerleader was lonely.
'What was so great about her?' she wondered. Tank didn't look her way twice, but he looked all the time at this little shrimp that dressed like a farmer's wife.
Amber looked again at her own outfit. Half shirt that ended just below her large breasts. Snug jeans that gave her a nice camel toe. Her pierced belly button on display.
But Tank would rather give that little freak a ride to school? Didn't make a bit of sense to her.
Miss Carmen came in and began the roll call so Amber didn't have much time to stare hatefully at Mary.
"Love your outfit," Babette Boudreaux said as amber was walking out of the classroom.
"Yeah?" Amber said, looking to see if the pimple-faced girl was kidding or not.
Babette's hungry look told Amber that the girl was serious.
"Thanks, got it at Abdul's," Amber said.
"Yeah?" Babette asked. "Nice."
"Got this top there too," Amber said and flipped the hem up to show Babette she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, " Babette said, blushing hotly, but maintaining eye contact with Amber.
"Maybe not having Peggy and Mindy around wasn't such a bad thing," Amber decided.
Neither Peggy or Mindy were ever very quick to return a favor, but Babette looked like she'd be very happy to give as good as she got.
Chapter 2
Mary checked her watch; she had five minutes before her next class. She picked up the receiver of the pay phone and typed in the 800 number of her mother's office.
"Young Insurance," Michelle's bored voice came on.
"Mrs. Farmer, Please," Mary asked.
"This is Leah Farmer," Leah's harsh voice snapped.
"Mama, this is Mary," she said.
"Mary! What's wrong?" Leah asked, concerned.
"No, no, nothing's wrong," Mary hastened to reassure her mother. "No, it's just, I was wondering, um, would it be all right if I went to a um, a football game tonight?"
"Absolutely not," Leah was ready to spit out, but held her tongue for a moment.
Of late, John had been standing up for Mary. He reminded her that there were a few families that went to their church that had teenaged children that were in trouble all the time, yet Mary did whatever was asked of her, without fuss.
"And what's her reward?" he thundered. "Criticism, criticism, and criticism."
He'd also been standing up for himself. She was sure that her coworkers could smell the lust and carnalities on her, could just sense the wickedness, the sins of the flesh. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to sit all the way through Worship on Sunday.
"Let me think about it," she conceded. "What time is the game and what time will you be home?"
"Oh, I didn't even think to ask that!" Mary gasped.
"Let me guess," Leah chuckled. "Thomas Kowalski?"
"Yes ma'am," Mary blushed.
"Let me think about it, call me back at lunch time, okay?" Leah said.
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Leah smiled as she punched out the number to George's Garage.
"George's," George Farmer said as he answered his phone.
"Let me talk to John," she snapped.
"Sure, sure, nice to talk to you too," George grumbled and called his baby brother to the phone.
"Hello?" John asked.
"Well, I hope you're satisfied, Mr. 'Let My Daughter Do Whatever She Wants,'" she hissed into the phone. "She wants to go to a football game tonight."
"Hey, that's great!" he laughed, thinking about what he'd like to do with his wife. With Mary out of the house, they could be loud, vocal, instead of having to muffle their groans.
"That's great?" she said, also thinking about what she and John could do with Mary out of the house. "She'll be at a football game, where there'll be drugs, and alcohol and other teenagers waiting to lead her down the path to damnation!"
"And she'll be having a good time, she'll be having fun," John said. "Honey, we've protected her a lot, but we can't protect her forever."
"Very well," Leah said and hung up.
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"Game starts at about 6:30, but I have to be there at 5:30 to dress out," Thomas said.
They sat in the library, but having their Study Period at the same time. Mary scrawled out that information.
"So, I'll pick you up at about 5:00 or so," he said.
"Okay, and what time does it end?" Mary asked.
"About 9:30, 10:00," Thomas shrugged. "Then I'll bring you straight home."
"Why so long?" Mary asked.
"Most football games last about three hours," he laughed. "Mary do you know anything about football?"
"I know you play," she said then blushed hotly.
"Tell your Mama I won't even shower after the game; I'll just drive you home, all hot and sweaty," he teased.
"Eeww!" she screeched, eliciting laughter from Thomas and John Ridgelow and Babette Boudreaux.
"Miss Farmer!" Miss Barbara, the school librarian hissed.
"Yes ma'am," Mary said and scrawled out some more notes.
Chapter 3
John walked home wearily. It had been a long day at the garage, made all the longer by a couple of college students that had dragged their "dilapidated Toyota in at the last moment. Just like with most teenagers, they were convinced it was an emergency and that they needed it done right away. George had explained their policies, the whole time looking the tall blonde up and down. Her little friend just kept giggling and gasping. John knew one or the other was going to fuck George for the cost of the repairs, which would mean no commission for John.
He couldn't complain, though. They lived in one of George's rent houses, practically rent-free. George was also very quick to pay for anything that he, or Leah, or especially anything Mary might need. George was very generous with them.
