Sex in the Sky

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006

“”Woo hoo!! Chapter Eleven already. This chapter caused me great emotional difficulty so I hope you guys have managed to bear with me since it’s taken much longer than normal to produce.

The usual terms and conditions apply. Josh and Sadie Rose own the copyright to this random work of genius. Anyone publishing it without consent deserves whatever we decide to do to them in retaliation! You have been warned!!”

BEYOND EVIL

“He will come back,” Aldo soothed for the umpteenth time that day as he came to sit up on the top deck with Ant, sipping a Margarita. “He has nothing to wear, so he is not going to leave the Cap, no?”

“You don’t know him,” Ant exhaled, still staring out at the road beyond the harbour, waiting for the familiar dark head to appear in the distance, slim shoulders slumped, demeanour already chastened. He would know, he had already decided; from Rayne’s very stance he would know the truth of the matter. ‘If’ the boy decided to come back at all, that was.

Rayne had been determinedly opposed to anyone’s pity from the beginning. On that very first day, a mere week and a half ago, when he had pulled the kid from the unseasonable snow back in Greenwich, Ant had been countering Rayne Wilde’s attempts to push him away. It was almost as if he had been programmed to reject assistance, even if the only other option was death. He had never known anyone so determined to be independent that they would face the grave rather than let others get near. If the worst had happened and his results were positive, Ant’s greatest fear was that Rayne would pre-empt the sentence of AIDS by cutting his throat or simply walking into the sea and not stopping until the waves washed his limp body back to shore. Alternately, he would fuck any man who wanted him then bait them with the truth until they gave him what he wanted. He had walked the mile and a half length of the beach five times since mid-day. No one had seen his young lover.

Mikkal came to the boat at around five thirty in the evening wearing an expression of dutiful concern, and little else. Ant had been pacing the upper deck for the past half-hour and before that he had spent all afternoon searching the Cap for his young friend, with no success. Now he scowled at the tall, blond Finn as if he was personally responsible. Mikkal folded his arms and queried; “He is not back yet?”

“Do you see him?” Ant snapped, hands on his hips.

A shake of the head was his only answer. Mikkal looked away solemnly as if Rayne might step up out of the sea in front of him like Ursula Andress in Doctor No.

“PJ has stayed with our boat to wait for him. Clay went out again to search a little while ago,” he said at last. “I told them I would come here and ask.”

“Well you’ve asked. And the answer is still no. So you can fuck off back and tell him that,” Ant growled.

Mikkal turned his head and surveyed the Englishman coolly, his handsome face hard to read.

“We did not push him away,” he said simply, at last.

“You let him go, that’s just as bad. If he’s dead it’s ‘your’ fault!”

“Ant!” Aldo exclaimed with a shake of his head. “You cannot say such things!”

“I’ll say what I mean,” the older man growled back at him. “Something is wrong. If he was coming back here he would have done it by now. Someone would have seen him. ‘You’ tell me where the hell else he could have gone!”

“I don’t know,” Aldo answered him, holding out his hands helplessly. “But accusing people is not going to help. We need to find him and to find him we have to work together, no?”

He looked from Ant to Mikkal standing solemnly below them on the pontoon. The tall Finn braced his arms more tightly across his tanned chest and shrugged his broad shoulders. Aldo narrowed his eyes at the man irritably. Ant was already on his way down to the lower deck, muttering darkly to himself.

“Does he have other friends here?” Mikka asked at last.

“He doesn’t know anyone but us,” Ant said vehemently. “He’s been here less than a week. He doesn’t speak French! What do ‘you’ think?”

Mikkal seemed on the verge of a sarcastic retort but he looked up as the gate opened onto their pontoon and a stranger ventured warily through it. He was slim and fair-haired and, curiously for the Cap, actually dressed in denim cut-offs and a pale blue tee-shirt. Sensing that his approach had been noted, he stopped about halfway down the jetty and held up a folded sheet of paper.

“I’m looking for Rayne,” he called out hesitantly in English. “I… umm… this is his, I think.”

Mikkal snorted delicately through his nostrils and shook his head so that his long blond hair swayed restlessly with the motion.

“So… ‘he doesn’t know anyone but us’!” he repeated sardonically, holding Ant’s incendiary stare.

BOUND:

Rayne came to his senses slowly, feeling cold and sick to his gut. He was so disoriented that it took him a little while to assimilate his surroundings and begin to think coherently. When he finally managed to force his brain and body to work together they relayed the grim truth back to him. He was hanging, by his wrists, from a pair of leather manacles attached to a chain that dangled down from the ceiling, in a whitewashed room devoid of furnishings. The walls were tiled and he could smell bleach. It was cool although the lights were quite bright. His jaws ached and when he tried to move his lips he realised why. There was a thick rubber bit-gag between his teeth, held in place by a tight strap that fastened around the back of his head. He struggled weakly and his body answered with a slow flood of pain. His ankles were cuffed and chained to loops in the floor so that his feet were kept about three feet apart, his toes barely able to brush the cold, tiled surface. His arms screamed as the sensation gradually returned and his pulse quickened. Rayne quickly figured that he must have been suspended here for quite some time.

He clenched his buttocks together, trying to ascertain whether he had been raped and the tugging sensation between his legs, coupled with the large, firm obstruction in his anus quickly told him the worst. There was a butt plug inside him, or some kind of long, thick, ribbed sex toy that he could not expel without the use of his hands. His struggles pulled on the serrated clip fastened to the soft flesh of his foreskin and linked to the plug by a short chain so that his prick was tugged back between his legs. In addition there was a cold, metal cock ring around the base of his shaft, beneath his shaved balls. Another pair of fine chains connected two more clips on his erect nipples to the ring. He wore a collar around his neck with little iron spikes on the inside that dug into his skin when he tried to look down. Each movement twitched the metal teeth in his sensitive buds and towed on the chain between his legs until he whimpered with combined need and agony.

As he squirmed and groaned incoherently, a door opened somewhere behind him and he heard quiet footsteps coming closer. A soft touch on his left buttock made him wince away defensively, then utter a muffled yelp at the biting sensations that tormented his slender body as a result.

“So glad you could join us, Mr Wilde,” his tormentor said in a silky tone, speaking perfect English but with a pronounced French accent. “I believe that you will benefit enormously from our little training session tonight.”

Rayne did not have to see his face to know who he was. An icy trickle of fear ran down his spine as Christophe walked slowly around him to look him in the eye. The Frenchman was naked save for a pair of supple black leather gloves and buckled biker boots His long, brown cock was fully engorged and nodding against his belly. The younger man moaned wordlessly around the gag in his mouth, shaking his head.

A gloved hand cupped his cheek and Christophe looked solemnly into his eyes.

“I was pining for the loss of my precious Thierry, but you fell into my lap like a gift,” he purred. “It will be a pleasure and a challenge to train you, Rayne Wilde. I have heard so many tempting tales of the skill of your hot mouth and the tightness of your delicious ass. By sunrise my friends and I will all have sampled your delights, my little whore.”

‘Over my dead body!’ Rayne tried to get the words out but the gag muffled his attempt. He shook his dark head again more fiercely. The struggles tugged at the clips on his nipples and he keened in pain, biting down hard on the rubber bit in his mouth.

“Such spirit,” Christophe whispered coldly. “It will take a good many men to tame you, I think. We few will begin with your initial chastisement. If the pain of the scourge encourages you to submit, maybe we will be more gentle when we have you saddled and mounted. If not, then I fear we must simply ride you hard until you are too weak to fight us. Rest assured, we ‘will’ beat the rebellion out of you by morning, one way or another!”

He introduced his companions formally, one by one, as if he was a tour guide and they were all his charges. Rayne had only realised that others were present when Christophe’s comrades stepped forward to look him in the eye. They were a pair of Dutchmen, Henryk and Davide who were totally mismatched; the latter was young, blond and brawny with a deep, all-over tan, the former middle-aged, short and stocky with the beginnings of a belly, a 70s porn-director’s moustache and more scalp than hair. Next to him stood a tall, muscular German named Peter, whose hirsute body and unwashed scent told Rayne that this had been his abductor. Peter was still visibly horny and the younger man shuddered at the thought of what might already have been done to him while he was unconscious.

The last of his tormentors he knew before they were introduced. Giovanni’s smile was calculating and humourless. His dark, latin eyes virtually swallowed Rayne’s body as he hung helplessly before the five men. Rayne wondered if he had already bragged about the other day in the toilets at the Laguna. He felt sick with disgust and self-loathing.

They selected their weapons on Christophe’s instruction and wasted no time using them. Each man was allowed five strokes and they took them alternately and without pity. Henryk, the balding Dutchmen had a thick leather strap, which he used on the boy’s bare buttocks with great enthusiasm. Davide, his countryman wielded a leather thong that flickered across his legs like a striking mamba. Peter struck his back and shoulders with a long, slender switch that stung his flesh and made him wince, glad of the bit between his teeth. Rayne chewed down harder on it as Giovanni flicked the cat across his naked chest, twitching the clips on his sensitive nipples. He closed his eyes tightly as Christophe stepped up with a riding crop and slashed him across the face without restraint. His abusers were not gentle. More than one man was soon panting with excitement as they took turns to beat him. There was no rhythm to their assault on his body. Some came rapidly, raining down blows on his flesh like stinging ants. Others were more premeditated and he experienced a terrible anticipation, awaiting the crack of the whip. Each strike hurt worse than the last though, and Rayne was shuddering and whimpering involuntarily well before it came to an end. His slim body flinched instinctively whenever he heard one of their weapons whistle towards him.

His exposed skin was streaked with sweat and a little blood, the muscles twitching involuntarily at every touch. His jaws ached from the effort of remaining clenched on the bit and not screaming, even though he wanted to beg them to stop. He found himself wondering about halfway through his punishment if they had killed Thierry. And if that was true then what would prevent them doing the same to him?

Giovanni grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his head back roughly, then pulled on the two chains attached to his nipple clamps, making him drop the bit and suck in a sharp hiss of breath. Fire seared through his chest from the vicious metal teeth in his tortured teats and he let out a breathless moan of agony.

“Good. You feel pain then?” the lean Italian said with another mirthless smile.

Pale green eyes glared back at him like cups of poison.

“Fuck you!” Rayne snarled around the gag, emphatically enough that his muffled words needed no translation.

“You will,” Christophe promised him, unmoved.

“You want it hotter?” Giovanni sneered. “You want us to hurt you more? I noticed that you did not come back for your reward the night before last. Did I scare you, little boy?”

Rayne pulled on the cuffs around his wrists, trying to lift himself though the pain in his arms was almost unbearable. There was no question that the others knew what Giovanni meant. He heard a few muffled snickers. Peter, his captor, was playing with himself quite openly. Now Rayne avoided looking at the rest of them. He kept his teeth clenched and his malevolent stare fixed on the man in front of him, thinking that one day he would hunt this bastard down and kill him slowly. He wanted to remember Giovanni’s face so that he could see it contorted with fear and pain. The thought sustained him well enough that when they unhooked his wrists and let him kneel down so that the blood ran back into his arms and hands, he did not scream in agony, although he did bend his face down to his knees and whimper softly to himself. The pain from his aching shoulders to his cold fingertips was like the lick of flames.

His wrist cuffs were clipped to the ankle restraints then, so that he could not rise. Christophe knelt beside him and removed the gag.

“This room is soundproofed,” he said. “You can scream as loudly as you like. No one will hear you.”

“I’ll make ‘you’ scream,” Rayne hissed quietly at him. “Just you fuckin’ wait!”

“We won’t wait for long. Soon we will be crying out with pleasure as we fuck your tight ass,” Peter, the big German promised huskily in broken English, still stroking his massive tool.

“We have all taken a pill for potency tonight,” Christophe chuckled. “I feel the medication beginning to work already. Soon we will not be able to control ourselves, Rayne. You will be our helpless slut for the rest of the night, cuffed and gagged, on your knees as we take turns to fill you with our cum. After each covering session you will be allowed to thank us for pleasuring you so vigorously. If we do not receive your gratitude and humility you will be raped again. Your humiliation will continue until you express gratitude. Do you understand?”

Rayne lifted his head, swallowing once or twice to wet his mouth, his expression unreadable. His lips parted uncertainly, then he pursed them and spat in Christophe’s handsome face. The slap he got back rattled his teeth and he did cry out, more in shock than pain, before the gag was forced back between his jaws and his face was pushed down against the cold tiled floor. He felt rough hands between his legs, unclipping the chain from his plug and fastening it to another loop in the floor. Now every motion back or forth tugged on the sharp metal clip in the soft flesh of his cock hood. Moments later the big, ridged, rubber plug was pulled quickly out of his anus and he shuddered with pain and pleasure as it was expelled. A deep, slow ache of need in his balls was exacerbated by the tight metal ring around the base of his dick and then he felt strong fingers part his cheeks and a cold glob of lube was squirted into his gaping hole.

He caught his breath as Christophe pushed his long, hard cock in, sheathing it smoothly all the way up his twitching passage. Someone – Giovanni, he was willing to bet – was holding him down, a hand pressed onto the back of his neck. The Frenchman got right inside him, then began to buck vigorously. Each stroke forced Rayne forward on his shoulders and knees and tugged on the chain between his legs. Christophe was well endowed and he needed no assurance of that from his young victim. Every thrust sent bolts of pain through the boy’s caparisoned genitals. Rayne began to scream in agony from about midway and did not stop until Christophe had bathed his innards in cum.

His assailant withdrew and the gag was removed so that Rayne could sob more freely.

“Take it off!” he choked when he was able to speak. “Please! Take that thing off my cock!”

“Not what we want to hear,” Christophe said drily. He patted Rayne’s arse cheek and added; “Gio was correct. He is a most satisfying ride! Who wants the next turn up his tight fuck-chute?”

Peter stepped in right away and the gag was left off this time as the enormous German lubed and penetrated him, thrusting his long, thick sex in deep and hard. He raped the slender English boy viciously, seeming to enjoy his breathless shrieks of pain as he was used. The force of his thrusts pulled the clip right off Rayne’s red-raw foreskin and this was not discovered until after he had withdrawn from the boy’s leaking anus.

“We should pierce his cock head,” Giovanni suggested maliciously. “Insert a small hook into his slit and clip it to the ground, then fuck him until he begs!”

“No!” Rayne said at once, unable to look at him. His face felt as if it was on fire. “Please, no!”

“You forget he is one of Leland’s boys,” Christophe said more grimly. “We have already marked him. If we go too far…”

“Pfff! Daniel Leland is an old man!” Giovanni snorted, shaking his head. “What can he do?”

“He has powerful friends,” the Frenchman countered. “Patrick McNamara is here at the Cap. He was seen in Leland’s company yesterday. We will probably get away with fucking his boy but if we damage him, there ‘will’ be reprisals.”

Rayne closed his eyes for a moment. He had never been so grateful in his life. When he got back to the boat he was going to do whatever he could to make life easier for Dan Leland. Rape he could handle but mutilation was something else. He felt queasy at the thought of it.

“How are we to teach him true submission if we cannot hurt him?” Henryk asked warily. He had moved into position behind Rayne and was rubbing his hard on against the boy’s bare buttocks.

“We can hurt him,” Christophe said coldly. “So long as we do not ‘physically’ mark him. He can be tormented though, without coming to physical harm.”

The younger man looked at him anxiously. He did not like the sound of that. Nor, he suspected did Giovanni, who clearly preferred to beat his victims bloody, or even cut them, as a prelude to his climax. Rayne had been with men like the Latino before. One of his rare punters in London liked to make small incisions on his arms and back during sex and lick the bloody wounds while he fucked his mate. He said that he could not cum if there was no blood. Personally Rayne thought he was sick but since he was also sick enough to cut his own arms he said nothing about it at the time.

This was different. He was genuinely concerned that these perverts might actually try to kill him tonight.

“How do we do that?” Davide asked curiously. He was younger than the others and looked a little wary of inflicting actual damage on their pet.

“When the rest of you have taken your pleasure with him, I will demonstrate,” Christophe said magnanimously.

Henryk and Davide were only too pleased to get on with Rayne’s anal violation. Both men fucked him energetically until he was moaning with mingled pain and arousal, still on his knees. Henryk was not over large and his turn with their captive was mercifully brief. Davide mounted him quickly as soon as the older man had withdrawn. During this assault, Giovanni pushed the gag back between Rayne’s teeth then slowly rubbed his leaking cock head all over the boy’s face, covering his skin and hair in fat jewels of cum. As Davide was nearing climax in him, the Italian instructed the still-panting, older Dutchman to prise open Rayne’s mouth and pull his head back, holding him in that position. Rayne struggled but was held in place as Giovanni masturbated vigorously, pumping his long hard cock until it ejected its creamy load into the English boy’s face and mouth. At once, he put his hand under Rayne’s chin, forcing his head up and his mouth shut and allowing Davide to bugger him excitedly from behind.

Friday was an exciting day for everyone. Suzie and Curt planned to go bowling that night. Janie and Beth both had their first dates with two new boys. The day went fast and after their work-out, Curt dropped Suzie to get ready for bowling. He was going to pick her up at 7:00 after dinner.

At the dinner table, Suzie noticed Beth had curled her hair. It looked nice and she thought how grown up her little sister was getting. The dinner conversation was abuzz with the girls talking about their dates and the parents chiming in. Afterwards both got ready. Beth was being picked up at 6:30 by Mark and his mom and Suzie got to steal a look at him. He was indeed a handsome young man though still a kid to Suzie. Suzie wondered why Beth was so worried if they were getting a ride from his mom. Surely she would be picking them up too. She dismissed that thought though and finished getting ready. She should try something new with her hair for Curt and especially for prom.

Curt got there exactly at 7:00. He was always prompt. They got in the Torino and headed to the bowling alley. Neither had been bowling in a while and they were looking forward to it. They did not have their own shoes or ball, so they selected those as they checked in for an alley.

They bowled three games. Curt won all three. Being the superb athlete he was, he had no trouble scoring for a high average. Suzie did okay for not having bowled and they had fun.

As they left the alley, they ran into Brian and Becca going in. They exchanged hellos but it was not hard to tell Becca resented Suzie and Suzie did not care for Becca either. It was a beautiful warm April evening and Curt suggested they go for a ride before going back to the cabana. Suzie agreed and they headed out of town towards a park with a lake they both knew.

As they drove, Suzie leaned towards Curt, kissed him a few times, but mostly they talked about the bowling, Suzie’s play, and Curt’s weekend at Rutgers. Suzie hands were not idle either and she played with Curt’s neck and kept a hand on his right thigh. She slid her hand along his leg until she felt the end of his cock in his pant leg. She lightly squeezed and tickled the head. She could tell he liked it and his cock lengthened and stiffened in his pant leg.

When they arrived at the park, they saw many other cars with the same idea as them. Most people did not have the benefit of a cabana to make out in and on such a nice night, this was the place to be. They decided to go for a walk but had to give Curt a moment to relax. Suzie got a good laugh at him with his inability to move right away.

“Did I do that?” she said joking in the most southern style accent she could muster.

They walked along the path for about half a mile. Curt knew of a less charted path to the lake and they decided to give it a try. The moonlight was bright making it a bit easier to see than in normal darkness. They held hands as they navigated along the rough path for about a third of a mile until they came out to the lake. There was a very small narrow beach at the end of the path just before the lake. It was not a big lake but large enough not to be seen from the other side. Lucky for them, no one else had tried to venture down here and they had the small beach to themselves.

Curt said, “I should have thought to bring a blanket.”

Suzie had worn jeans for bowling and said, “That’s okay. The sand looks comfortable.”

They sat down facing the lake. Way off in the distance they could see a small fishing boat with a small running light. It was unlikely, given the distance, that anyone on the boat had seen them arrive and sit on the small beach. Curt put his arm around Suzie and held her close. Even though it was about 70 degrees this night, there was a small breeze coming across the lake and it put a slight chill in the air.

Suzie moved so her legs were together lying on Curt’s right leg and pressed her left breast into his chest. In this position she could just lean forward a little and they could kiss, which they both did. Soon they were going at it pretty good with plenty of tongue play.

Suzie shifted a little to give herself assess to Curt’s groin and she soon picked up where she had left off in the car squeezing his head through his pant leg. Curt groaned into her mouth and she felt his left hand slide into the opening of her low cut blouse, move into her right bra cup, and seek out the nipple. It was partially erect from the cool air making it easy for Curt to find. He teased it with his fingers and she too moaned into their kiss.

They caressed each other until her nipple was completely stiff and his cock was hard in his pant leg. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the confinement. Suzie picked up on this and reached for his belt.

“What if someone comes?” Curt said.

“Do you think so?” Suzie asked.

“They could but if we’re quiet we should hear them coming along the path before they get here,” he said.

“Okay, you listen while I work,” she grinned. “Now, no getting too excited and forgetting to listen.”

“With you working on me, I might have a brain freeze,” he laughed.

She smiled at him as she worked his belt open. Curt lay back on the sand as Suzie slid his zipper down. She parted his pants, grabbed the top and his underwear and pulled both down to mid-thigh with his help. She kept them there in case he had to pull them up quick.

Curt was laying back down listening for sounds of movement on the rugged path. With his pants down, Cyclops was free to lift off his thigh and look to the moon. Suzie moved between his legs and leaned into his lap. She loved the sight of his cock and missed not seeing it for one day. She kissed Cyclops and swirled her tongue around his head. She loved having him in her mouth. The taste and smell of him drove her to greater heights of excitement.

Suzie licked repeatedly under the head and Curt tried to suppress his moans so as not to make noise. Suzie was rewarded with a large drop of pre-cum at the tip and she licked it greedily into her mouth. That taste drove her to suck the head into her mouth. Her hands played with his balls and stroked his dick.

Suzie had noticed in one of the porn movies a girl doing a twist move with her hand on the shaft as she sucked the head. Suzie tried this and liked the groaning response from Curt. She took her mouth off his cock long enough to tell him to be quiet you and listen. Curt just moaned a response. She wanted to laugh at him but she already had the head back in her mouth.

Suzie was feeling cold so she thought she would try to get him off quicker than she would have otherwise liked. She began to bob on his cock but kept up the twist grip with her hand. Her left hand had tried to grab both balls but they were too big and they squeezed out the sides of her grip. She rubbed and pulled on them with some authority. Instead of complaining of pain though, Curt groaned quietly above her.

Suzie figured she would try some deepthroat practice. She eased down until the head was lodged into the back of her mouth. She began swallowing repeatedly and eased the head into her throat. The work the previous night seemed to pay off as she controlled her breathing and avoided choking on saliva. With the head in her throat, she shook her head a little and eased forward a bit more. My God, she was almost there she thought. Her hand was pushed out of the way as she descended to seven inches. One more inch and she would have it. However, her time ran out and she had to back off to breathe.

When she had recovered, she tried again. She had a lot of saliva in her mouth and the head slid easily into her throat. She eased down again, got to seven inches, and then shook her head back and forth trying to work the dick further down. It did slide in maybe another half inch but she immediately had to come back up. She was out of breath but worse she was choking on spit and leaned off over the sand afraid she might puke.

Curt looked up to see if she was alright as she spit out a huge glob of saliva in the sand. She smiled weakly at him and moved back in place.

He said, “Wow, Suzie, you almost had it all.”

She was convinced now she could do it. She had never been sure before. Determined yes, but never sure she could till now. She would get this dick in all the way or die trying.

Suzie took the head back in her mouth and worked it around. She forced it to the back of her mouth and swallowed it into her throat. She pushed hard this time and was amazed as the whole dick slid right down to the root. Her nose was buried in his hair and her lower lip was touching his nut sack. She had done it. She would have smiled if she could but there was no way. Her eyes were watering and she was soon going to need air.

Suzie screwed her mouth around on his dick and kept swallowing as best she could. Curt was groaning loudly above her. If someone was coming they would clearly hear them first. She pushed down one last time driving the head slightly further down her throat. He was buried in her throat as far as his cock could go but she needed to ease off quickly to keep from gagging. Huge strings of saliva stretched from her mouth as it withdrew from his cock. She sucked them back in like spaghetti. When her throat was clear and she had caught her breath, she noticed Curt looking at her.

“You did it,” he exclaimed! “That was fantastic!”

“I did do it, didn’t I?” she said. “I think I can handle it now.”

“Wow, you’re something else, Suzie,” Curt stated.

“Does this make me a true blowjob artist?” she laughed.

“You’re the Rembrandt of blowjobs,” Curt said.

“Thanks,” she said. “Let me try again.”

Somehow she wasn’t as cold anymore. The excitement of finally accomplishing the deepthroat had her all charged up. Suzie attacked his dick. She sucked on the head and tasted pre-cum again. She continued playing with his balls and shaft as she bobbed on his cock. Soon she was ready to try again.

Suzie followed all the moves she had made on the successful attempt and got seven inches into her throat. Then she pushed extra hard and the last inch just eased right down her throat. She moved her head sideways on his cock, swallowing constantly. Curt was squirming under her. She was driving him crazy. It felt like a vacuum had taken hold of all of his cock and was trying to pull it from his body and swallow it completely down.

The swallowing action of her throat was like waves of pleasure to the head of his dick and he couldn’t take it. Just as he thought she was going to suck the cum from his balls she had to ease off for air. She gasped like a fish out of water trying to fill her oxygen-deprived lungs. Spit covered her lower mouth. Strings connected her lips to his cock.

Curt had forgotten completely about listening for noise. Fortunately, no one was coming yet. Suzie had recovered enough that she went back to work. She was wondering if she could get him to cum down her throat without gagging. She thought if she could just keep swallowing, she could probably let him cum right down her throat.

Suzie resumed where she had left off but this time built him to a high pitch before actually deepthroating him. He was getting close to cumming, she could tell. His balls were pulled up tight to his shaft and it felt rock hard. Fortunately, the head remained much spongier than the carrot the night before and went down her throat easier. When she was sure Curt was almost there, she throated him. Once she had the seven inches in, she immediately drove her head down to the root. She wiggled her head and swallowed rapidly.

Curt had handfuls of sand and his ass was pushing up off the ground. He felt his orgasm in his balls and knew it would soon be in her milking throat. A second later, with a huge moan, his climax hit him like a tidal wave. The first load was not huge but shot out with force. It was immediately gone, right down Suzie’s throat as she kept swallowing. The next blast was huge and flooded her throat. She thought for sure she would gag but managed to keep swallowing and the flood moved down her throat.

Suzie was about out of air and the thought struck her, she could drown like this. The third volley clogged her throat again but disappeared in a hurry. She needed air and began to back off his cock. She popped the head back into her mouth as the fourth load and then the fifth filled her mouth. She swallowed that down as she needed to breath bad. She opened her mouth to suck in air as the sixth small amount coated her tongue.

Suzie held the dick on her tongue as she gasped in mouthfuls of air. When she had enough to continue, she sucked down the saliva and cum remaining in her mouth. When she removed him from her mouth, she looked up. He was stretched out on the sand as if he was passed out. She listened quickly to hear if anyone was coming but decided they were not. She bent down and sucked the last drop from his softening dick. She cleaned it as best she could and then sat back. Curt eventually looked up with a weak smile.

“You didn’t pay attention to the path,” she scolded.

“My God, who could pay attention to anything but your mouth on their dick with something like that? You sucked my balls dry,” he said. “That was without a doubt the best blowjob I’ve ever had,” he assured her.

“Really, you liked it that much?” she asked.

“Like it? I loved it!” he answered. “Suzie, you did it. You’re the best!”

“Thanks,” she said. “I wanted to learn to do it for you.”

“Well you certainly did and I loved it,” he said.

“Great,” she said. “Let’s get you put away in case someone comes.”

“What about you?” he asked. “You want me to try and eat you here?”

“That’s okay,” she said. “I’m cold. Let’s go to the cabana and we can continue there,” she suggested.

“Okay,” he said as he lifted his ass and pulled his pants back up. He might have gotten a little sand with it.

They walked back to the car and he hugged her close for warmth. Even in the moonlight her erect cold nipples were visible behind her blouse. They climbed back into the car and left.

It took 30 minutes to get back to the cabana. They laughed and talked all the way back about her new skills. Once back to the cabana, they resumed where they left off. As they sat on the couch and kissed, Curt undid her blouse. When both her shirt and bra were off, he went to work on her breasts. Her nipples were still partially erect and came back quickly as he sucked on them.

Suzie was now lying back on the sofa with Curt leaning over her and greedily playing with her marvelous tits and stiff pink nipples. The way they jiggled when she laughed and the soft feel of them to his hands began to bring his cock back. He had thought it would be impossible after that great blowjob at the park but these outstanding tits would have any male stiff as a board.

Curt reveled in the chance to play with them and suck her nipples. He used his teeth to chew them lightly and pulled them with his lips. By the volume of moaning coming from Suzie, he felt sure she liked what he was doing.

After a while, he decided she needed more and undid her pants. In one swift move, with her help, he had her pants down and completely off. Soon she was completely naked and he relished the sight of her. He gazed at her from head to toe. He loved her long blonde hair and those brilliant blue eyes. Along with her cute nose, she was truly a beautiful girl.

Suzie’s breasts would be the envy of almost every girl. Her hips and ass were just the right proportion to her breasts and even the slight tummy of before was shrinking. Her pussy was also something to behold with its blonde fur strip on top and the small soft pink petals of her inner lips peeking out of her labia as she lay with her legs spread open. He felt his cock twitch as he thought of how lucky he was to be able to see and touch such a beauty. Suzie noticed his lack of movement and touches to her body and opened her eyes to find him staring her up and down.

“What?” she asked. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all,” Curt said. “I was just admiring how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to be with you.”

“That is sweet,” she replied. “But I too am the lucky one as you are gorgeous as well.”

Curt smiled at her and then looked down at her pussy. He pushed her legs open to their fullest on the couch. Her lips parted a little more and he could see wetness inside. She was ready for his mouth, he thought. Ready to get hers after that great head she had given him. He was more than ready to indulge her.

Curt started by kissing around her inner thighs and closed in slowly on her pussy. The slight whimpers and moans coming from Suzie told him she was anxious. He began kissing and sucking on her outer lips and Suzie’s hands came to his head. He tortured her for a while longer until he felt her hands urging him to her core. When he began chewing on her inner lips, she stiffened and groaned.

Soon he was swiping his tongue from the base of her cunt, up through the gash, and wiggling it around the hood protecting her clit. Suzie’s fingers tightened in his hair as he worked briefly around her clit. Then he moved back down to push his tongue into her cunt and taste her juices.

As he licked around in her hole and pushed his tongue deeper for more nectar, he teased his fingers over her rosebud. Suzie was charged up from all the sexual activity and stiffened from his touch. He knew it would not take much to get her off but he wanted to build it to a crescendo the way she had done for him. He was never sure what women liked more, multiple orgasms that got stronger each time until the last, or slow tease that worked them to a fevered and final overpowering release.

Curt liked varying the pleasure and thought variety was the better approach anyway. This time for whatever reason, he decided to torment her with his tongue and fingers. Working her up and down the climactic ladder. When he finally attacked her exposed clit and had three fingers working in her cunt, she couldn’t take anymore. He had brought her up and down so many times, she begged him to finish her. When he relented finally and gave her what she want, he pushed as many of her buttons as he could at once. He had a hand tweaking her nipple, while his three fingers spread and moved in her cunt, and the tongue dancing on her clit drove her to strangle a scream in her throat as she came.

Suzie pushed his face to her cunt like she wanted it inside. She squeezed his hair in her fingers and clamped her legs around his head. She bucked like a bronco beneath him but he stayed with her throughout. It seemed to last minutes to both of them but really only long seconds. Suzie was overcome by the excruciating pleasure burning out from her clit and spreading across her body. Curt fought to stay with her despite lack of air and an exhausted tongue. He lasted as long as he could but then had to force his way out from her leg lock on his head. He pushed her legs back apart as she finally relaxed the muscles while her orgasm waned. He noticed she had blotches of red covering her normally beautiful white skin which was also moist from exertion.

Suzie’s eyes were still screwed shut and her breathing was just beginning to slow. Curt had missed most of the cum that had escaped her body. They had once again forgotten the towel and the couch showed the signs. As he looked down at her spread pussy he could still see a pool of cum gathered in her hole. He leaned forward and sucked it up and worked his tongue slowly around inside her to capture all he could. After he cleaned her cunt well, his tongue meandered up to her still slightly exposed clit. He ran his tongue over it and Suzie shuddered. He guessed she must be very sensitive there now and backed away. As he looked up, he noticed her flushed look was fading fast and she began to stir. Soon she opened her eyes and sat up.

“You devil,” she said.

“What,” he smiled.

“You know what. You drove me crazy with your tongue and fingers by not letting me come all those times,” she said.

“Did you like it?” he asked and kept smiling.

“You know I did, you evil boy. Come here,” she said.

Curt slid up her body on the couch, put his strong arms down next to her and leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was full of love and passion. They both were so lost in the kiss they did not notice how his erection, through his pants, was pressing into her pussy. Suzie seemed to notice it first. As they broke the kiss, she looked down to see his bulge pressing right against her twat. Curt pulled back and his pants were wet from her sex. He looked at her and she at him and they laughed together.

“I bet he would like to get loose in there,” Suzie grinned.

“He sure would,” Curt laughed. “Maybe he can somewhat.”

“No, Curt, please, not now,” she pleaded.

“I don’t mean sticking it in. What I meant was moving him around on top,” he said.

“How would that work? You’re only going to get frustrated and want to put it in me,” she said.

“Watch,” he said.

Curt got up and peeled off all his clothes. Cyclops was stiff in front of him. He climbed back into position like before. He started kissing her softly but avoided contact at first. Just as she was beginning to wonder when he would do something, she felt Cyclops pressing against her pussy. She was worried he would try to push forward into her but instead he pushed her legs wide open and slid his dick up along her gash from bottom to top. He pressed down heavily and sawed his dick back and forth fucking her slit on the outside. With her legs spread wide, his cock rubbed against her clit and she thrilled at the feeling. He continued to move against her and she could feel his balls press into her cunt on the upstroke. Suzie thought she might be able to get off if he kept it up but wondered if he could.

“Curt, I might be able to get off this way. Can you?” she asked.

“I’ve never tried,” he said. “But I think I might be able to if I keep going.”

He tried to crane his neck to suck her nipples but he could not and maintain contact with her pussy. He leaned to one side and put all his weight on one arm. He could hold this for a few minutes and now was able to play with her nipple. The added stimulation soon had Suzie bucking against him. Curt too was feeling good and tried to time his release to hers.

Curt picked up speed and they both raced towards orgasm. He shifted back to both arms to finish her off. He was sliding back and forth as fast as he could. Suzie pushed hard with her ass off the seat and came. Curt kept sawing away all through her orgasm and then exploded onto her belly. He lifted up and grabbed himself with one hand and pumped his cock.

His first blast had been trapped between them and didn’t go anywhere. His second shot between her tits and off her neck. The third landed squarely on her left breast with a trail back down to her navel. The fourth landed between her tits again and ran back to her navel. By the time he was done cumming, her belly button was full. Suzie looked down to see how he had painted her with his cum. He let go of his dick and supported himself above her in a push up position.

“That was wild,” she said.

“It sure was,” Curt agreed.

“You made a mess of me, you nasty boy,” she grinned.

“Yeah, I made a little cum swimming pool of your belly button,” he smiled.

Suzie noticed a drop of cum leaking from his dick. “Bring Cyclops up here so I can clean him off,” Suzie said.

Curt shifted off the sofa to the floor and then straddled her chest so his dick was directed at her mouth. Suzie sucked his head in and gently cleaned it with her tongue. Many people don’t like the taste of cum, she thought. But to her she liked it so much she was disappointed it was wasted all over her body. After a few moments, Curt shifted off her to the floor.

“You’re a mess. Let me get you a towel,” he said as he got up.

Curt retrieved the paper towel and started to clean her up. He kissed and licked an area after he wiped it with the towel. He especially licked her tits clean. She was soon clean all over. It was 11:30, so they got up, dressed and cleaned everything up. They left the cabana and walked to Suzie’s house. He reminded her he would not be around tomorrow but would call her first thing on Sunday. He insisted she do her exercises and laps by herself anyway. They thanked each other for the wonderful evening and kissed bye. Suzie was in bed before midnight.

Suzie made her way past several more guys to the end of the hall. Along the way, a few tried to grab her ass and tits and proposition her. At the end of the hall, she found a partially closed door to a bedroom. She could hear voices inside and there was a light on. Suzie was about to push the door open when Kevin, the owner of the house grabbed her elbow.

“Where’re you going?” he asked.

“I’m looking for my friend Mary,” Suzie said. “Have you seen her?”

“I don’t think she’s in here. Have you looked out back?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ve looked everywhere except in these rooms,” Suzie said.

“Well, she’s not in there,” Kevin said.

With that the door opened and some half drunk guy pushed outward between them. Suzie looked quickly into the room and noticed a guy zipping up his pants and another guy naked from the waist down behind the bed. He appeared to be fucking someone or something.

Suzie moved quickly into the room before the guy leaving got past Kevin and he could stop her. Kevin tried to grab her arm as she moved around the bed. The guy that had been zipping up walked past her with only a glance.

As Suzie rounded the foot of the bed she could clearly see a bare right foot of a person lying down on the floor. Kevin was yelling at her to get out but she kept going. Next she spotted girl clothes, a shoe and a blouse. The blouse looked like the one she remembered Mary wearing.

Suzie could now see the left foot with a sock and shoe on and a skirt and panties bundled on the ankle above it. As she cleared the bed, the half naked guy was starting to stand up. He had clearly been fucking the mouth of someone below him. The girl beneath him was naked except that one foot. Her pussy was red and overflowing with cum and a big puddle of cum lay on the carpet beneath her ass. Her dark pussy hair was completely soaked and matted to her body.

As Suzie glanced up she thought she recognized Mary’s smallish breasts, which she had seen a couple times. Suzie watched the guy stand and turn. She could not yet see the person on the floor as the guy blocked her view.

As he turned, she saw his half hard dick covered in what looked like cum. He stumbled past her looking for his pants. At that moment she finally got a clear look at the girl on the floor as Kevin grabbed her arm to pull her away. It was Mary.

Mary looked to be in a daze. Her lips were red and covered in cum. Cum flowed from a corner of her mouth down her cheek to her neck. The hollow of her neck had a puddle of cum in it. She had cum in her hair and on her forehead and cheeks. Suzie screamed!

Kevin tried to pull her away but she fought back. Suzie could feel tears welling up in her eyes. What had these monsters done to her poor friend? Kevin was pleading with her to leave and he would help Mary but she broke free and pushed him away.

“Get the hell out of here, you bastard,” Suzie screamed!

Kevin backed away, as Suzie sobbing, knelt by her friend. She could vaguely hear Kevin clearing everyone from the room and out of the hall.

“Mary, what have they done to you?” Suzie cried.

Suzie tried to lift Mary’s head but she just groaned and would not sit up. Suzie grabbed a pillow from the bed and pulled the pillow cover off it. She used the pillow cover as a rag to wipe away the cum from Mary’s face. She wiped down Mary’s body as best she could to remove all the cum. Cum was still running slowly from Mary’s pussy as Suzie wiped it away. Suzie could hardly see straight through her tears. She pushed the pillow case between Mary’s legs and then tried again to get her to sit up. This time Mary opened her eyes. She had a very faraway look like she too had been drugged.

“Mary, we’ve got to get you dressed and out of here. Can you sit up on the bed?” Suzie asked.

Mary only weakly smiled at her but made no attempted to move. Suzie grabbed her friend under the arms and tried to lift her but she was dead weight and too heavy. Suzie was only able to push her back a bit so her back was resting against the wall. Suzie retrieved her shirt from the floor and worked it over her head. She did not bother looking for the bra.

After she had the shirt on, she heard shouting from down the hall. It was Peggy and Scott calling for her. Suzie yelled out and they quickly appeared at the door. Suzie asked Scott to stay back at the door but wanted Peggy’s help. She asked if Janie was okay and they said she fell asleep in the car. They locked her in and came looking for her since she was gone so long.

Peggy gasped as she rounded the corner of the bed and saw Mary half naked with a cum stained pillow case stuffed against her pussy. Peggy helped Suzie get Mary’s panties and skirt up her leg from her ankle and back in place. Suzie put her missing sock and shoe back on. They then had Scott help them lift Mary and he basically carried her himself out to the backseat of the car.

The party was over even though it was only 10:30. Most everyone was gone or going. Obviously, everyone had cleared out thinking the cops would be there soon. Suzie thanked Scott and Peggy for their help. Suzie was still crying lightly, as was Peggy, when she climbed into the car to drive away. Peggy wanted to know if she wanted them to follow her. Suzie told her they would be okay now and thanked them again.

As she pulled away to go home, she realized taking Mary home like this was not the best thing to do. At least not until Suzie had some time to think of how they should handle this. Maybe she should have just called the police immediately but all she could think about was the embarrassment to her friend and her poor parents. Suzie finally decided to go to the diner and get them both coffees to sober up. Once they could help her think of how to handle this, they would figure it out. Mostly Mary could decide what she wanted to do.

Suzie parked the car at the diner. She activated the child proof locks to keep Janie or Mary from leaving the car and went into the diner for coffee. She had parked in back to avoid people looking in the car.

Before she bought the coffee, she went to a pay phone and dialed 911. She had made up her mind on the ride over she would make an anonymous call to the police to report a rape at Kevin’s house. She had to do something to get back at that bastard for what he had done to Mary. She placed the call, told the operator about the rape and the address but hung up when they asked her name. When she returned to the car with the coffee, she woke Janie up. Janie seemed to be coming down off the drug somewhat and the nap seemed to help.

“Where are we?” Janie asked groggily.

“We’re at the diner. Here is some coffee. Drink this,” Suzie said.

“What happened? I don’t remember much of the party and my head feels weird,” Janie said, taking a sip of the coffee.

“I’m pretty sure someone slipped some Ecstasy or something into your drink. Did you have anyone make you a drink?” Suzie asked.

“No, but I did put my drink down on the dining room table when I went to the bathroom,” Janie said.

“That must be when they did it,” Suzie said. “Those bastards drugged you. If I had not stopped that jerk Bart from taking you into one of the back bedrooms, you might not be a virgin anymore,” Suzie stated.

“Oh, God, you can’t be serious!” Janie exclaimed.

“Dead serious!” said Suzie. “And what’s more, the bastards raped Mary!”

“Oh, fuck,” Janie cried! “How do you know?”

Suzie said, “Janie, she is right behind you lying down in the back seat passed out like you were. They drugged her like you. Janie, it was horrible what they did to her. They fucked her repeatedly in the mouth and vagina. She was covered in cum when I found her,” Suzie said as tears started to swell in her eyes again.

“Those pigs! The son of bitches,” Janie said. “We should call the police.”

“I just did,” Suzie said. “While I was in the diner, I called 911 and anonymously reported a rape at Kevin’s house. The police should be headed there now.”

“Wow, Suzie,” Janie said, “thanks for saving me.”

“Janie, I would hate myself if I had allowed anything to happen to you, so believe me, I’m as happy as you that I got there in time. I only wish to God I had been there for Mary too,” she stated with tears in her eyes.

“Well, thank you anyway. You’re the best of friends,” Janie said. “Suzie, what’re we going to do about Mary?”

“I need to get this coffee into her and wake her up. She needs to know what happened to her so she can decide if she wants to report this or not,” Suzie said.

Suzie moved into the back seat and picked up Mary’s head so she could slide in.

Apparently, the drugs were finally wearing off Mary too and together they were able to wake her. Suzie attempted to get her to drink the coffee while Janie asked her if she remembered anything.

“I remember talking to one of the college guys. They were frat brothers of Kevin’s brother Keith. They all came back from Rider University down near Princeton for the party. That’s where the keg came from. I don’t remember much after that. What happened to me?” Mary asked.

“Someone drugged you, probably with Ecstasy,” Suzie said.

“Oh, my God,” Mary said.

“Mary, honey, did you agree to let them have sex with you?” Suzie asked.

“What, Suzie? What are you saying?” Mary asked.

“Mary, they raped you,” she said.

“Oh, no, Suzie, no! Tell me that isn’t true?” Mary pleaded.

“I wish with all my heart I could Mary, but those bastards drugged you and then raped you,” Suzie said fighting back tears.

Janie too was crying. Mary started crying and then sobbing uncontrollably.

“No, Suzie, no, please,” Mary cried.

“Mary, this is important. Did you willingly go back into the bedroom with a guy? Do you remember agreeing to have sex with anyone?” she asked.

“Suzie, I don’t remember anything after starting to talk with that college guy,” Mary said.

“Do you remember his name?” Suzie asked.

“Oh, God, no. Suzie, what happened to me?” she asked.

“Mary, they raped you repeatedly in one of the back bedrooms,” Suzie choked out.

“Oh, no… oh, no, Suzie no… they took my virginity, tell me no” she sobbed.

Suzie started crying more and could not respond. Janie was crying too but tried to console Mary.

Suzie finally said, “Mary, I’m so sorry. I should have been there for you.”

“That is nuts,” Janie said. “You couldn’t be everywhere at once. This is not your doing. It’s those bastards that are to blame! They need to be punished,” Janie stated.

“Oh, my God, Suzie, what am I going to do?” Mary cried.

They were all silent for a minute except for sniffling.

Suzie finally said, “Mary, do you want to go tell your parents or go to the police?” she asked.

“Oh, no, Suzie, I couldn’t. I just want to crawl into a hole and die,” Mary said.

“Mary, you’re a wonderful person, sweetie. You don’t deserve this but you can’t give up. You’re a beautiful girl and can rise above this,” Suzie said.

“Suzie, they took my innocence. I’m not the same person anymore,” she sobbed.

“That’s crazy, Mary. You’re the same sweet person you were earlier today,” Suzie tried to say convincingly, knowing full well they all knew differently.

“They should have killed me,” Mary said.

“Oh, honey, don’t say things like that,” Suzie sobbed.

They all cried for a good half hour without saying anything. Finally Janie broke the silence.

“Mary, we need to know if you want to press charges against these guys. If so we need to go to the police right away. I saw on “Law and Order” that they need to do what is called a rape kit on you. They need to test for semen and other stuff,” Janie said.

“No, I’m too embarrassed and I don’t want my parents to find out. It’d kill my Dad,” Mary said.

“Mary, I have to tell you I already did call the cops but anonymously and sent them to Kevin’s house. I couldn’t see him getting away with this. He deserves to be charged but I didn’t mention you at all. Hopefully your name will never come up,” she said.

“Oh, Suzie, I hope not. I just want to forget about this and hopefully everyone else will too. I mean how can I face people at school?” she asked.

“Hopefully most will not find out. Janie and I can help by talking to the few people who know and tell them to please be quiet,” Suzie said.

“Who does know?” Mary asked.

“Well, Scott and Peggy for sure,” Suzie said. “And that bastard Kevin too! I wouldn’t be surprised that Tim knows too. Which means Gail probably knows.”

“Suzie… who did it to me?” Mary asked, starting to cry again.

“Mary, honey, I don’t know for sure,” Suzie said. “I saw two of the guys and might be able to recognize them again but I don’t know their names.”

“Do you know… who did me first? Who took my virginity?” Mary asked.

“No, I don’t,” Suzie said.

“Oh, my God,” Mary said. “I’ve lost my virginity and I have no idea to whom,” she sobbed and both of her friends joined her crying for several more minutes.

It was nearly 11:30 and they were all supposed to be home by midnight. Janie had finished her coffee and was feeling better except, of course, heart broken for Mary. Suzie got Mary to drink some of the coffee but it was hard because she was sobbing nearly nonstop. Finally Suzie slid out of the back into the driver’s seat again and started the car. It was then she realized she wasn’t sure where she was going first.

“Mary, do you want me to just take you home?” Suzie asked.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

“Okay,” Suzie said.

They pulled out of the diner and within ten minutes they were at Mary’s house. They waited while Mary finished the coffee. Mary felt she could handle walking into the house okay and did not need their help. That would only arouse suspicions with her parents she thought.

Suzie asked her again if she thought it wise to keep this from her parents. Before she could answer, Janie blurted out asking if she was on the pill. Mary said no but she had just finished her period and maybe she was too early in her cycle. They all looked at each other with hope but some lingering doubt.

To keep tears from welling up in her eyes again, Suzie quickly told Mary to call her first thing in the morning. Mary said she would as she got out of the car. Suzie quickly rolled down the window and both she and Janie told Mary they loved her and would help her through this. Mary thanked them and walked slowly towards the house. All her normal zest for life had been drained away. She looked older than her years as she trudged to the side door.

Suzie fought back tears as she backed up out of the driveway and drove to Janie’s house. Janie wanted to know if they should call her to make sure she douched before going to bed. They decided it was too late at night for calling and hopefully Mary would think of it. Then they decided Janie would send her a text message on her cell just in case.

When Suzie pulled into Janie’s driveway and stopped, Suzie turned to look at Janie. Janie’s make up was all smeared and her eyes were all puffy. Suzie looked in the mirror and she looked the same. They both took a moment to try and improve their appearance.

They hugged before Janie got out of the car. Janie whispered her thanks for being such a good friend and savior. Suzie nodded and told Janie she loved her. Both of them agreed their hearts were with Mary. They hoped she would be able to come through this strong and put it behind her but doubted they would be able to if it had been them. They also wished those bastards would get theirs.

Suzie slept poorly that night. She could think of nothing else besides poor Mary. She also hoped the police had arrested that creep Kevin and his brother. She lied to her mother over breakfast when she asked how the party was. She felt bad about not telling her mom the truth but her parents knew Mary’s parents and they would feel compelled to tell them something this grave.

When she called Janie, the story was the same there. Janie wanted to know if Suzie felt they should call Mary before she called them. She suggested they should spend the day with Mary making her forget the day before as much as possible. Both agreed that was probably a good idea but both had dates that night too.

“Janie, we need to help the guys get their tuxes today. Do you think Mary would want to come along for that?” Suzie asked.

“I don’t know,” Janie said. “That might just make things worse by reminding her she doesn’t have a date for the prom.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Suzie said.

“Suzie… are you going to tell Curt?” Janie asked.

“I have to,” Suzie said. “I can lie to my folks about something like this but I can’t lie to Curt. I’d not want to keep that from him or any secret for that matter,” she said.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. The guys can be trusted to stay quiet plus they might have some good ideas on how to make this better,” Janie added.

“You want to go get tuxes together?” Suzie said. “It would give Curt and Andy time together before the prom,” she added.

“Good idea. I’ll call Andy. Let me know after you’ve spoken with Curt,” Janie said.

“Okay, talk to you soon,” Suzie said and they hung up.

Curt agreed to go tux hunting with Janie and Andy. He’d come get Suzie in 30 minutes and then they would go get Janie and Andy. Andy had agreed to go too and would be at Janie’s house when they got there. Suzie and Janie had agreed to tell the boys as soon as they saw them separately, feeling it would be easier and more proper alone than in a group setting.

When Curt arrived, Suzie was waiting at the window and ran out the door to the car. Before he could back out of the driveway, she put her hand on his arm to stop him and proceeded to tell him the whole sordid story. He was at first concerned something had happened to her, but she assured him she was fine.

After she finished, Curt was glad Janie had escaped, if just barely, the same fate as poor Mary and glad Scott was there to help. He apologized for not being there for her, but Suzie said that it was not his fault at all. It was the fault of that bastard Kevin, his brother, and most likely his frat buddies. They held hands as they drove to pick up Janie and Andy. They had the same ashen look to their faces, so it was obvious Janie had told Andy too.

They drove to the tux store in mostly silence, each caught up in their own thoughts. The selection of the tuxes took about an hour. Fortunately, they still had many nice tuxes still for rent and could have them ready, even with matching ties and accessories by Friday. It was the best news the girls had in a couple days. They decided to go to the diner for lunch and to talk. Along the way Curt had an idea.

“Suzie, do you think Mary would still want to go to the prom? You know it might just be the thing to cheer her up and get her to put last night behind her as much as possible,” he said.

“Curt, it’s so late and you forget she doesn’t have a date,” Suzie said.

“I think I could take care of that,” Curt said. “I know two guys, Brad and Mark on the football team, that don’t have dates,” he said. “I think they both know Mary. I believe Mark thought she was cute but did not ask her for some reason.”

“Really,” Janie said. “That might be just the ticket.”

“Are you guys mad?” Suzie said. “There’s no time and the guy would have to be told about Mary. We couldn’t keep it from him. It wouldn’t be fair to him or Mary. What if she started crying right in the middle of a dance? He might think it had something to do with him if he didn’t know.”

“We could tell the one that agrees to go,” Curt said. “I know they’d keep it quiet.”

“We don’t even know if Mary would consider it,” Andy added.

“No, but it’s worth a shot, don’t you think,” Curt said.

“I think so. I think it is a good idea Curt,” Janie said. “It’s worth a shot anyway.”

“Well, it might just work,” Andy said. “And what would it hurt to try.”