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Subject: {MichaelD} "Orange County Babylon" Part 5 (5/5) (mf, ff, teen, "rape," rom)
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                                                   XXVIII.

	Summer's house was dark when he returned.  He stood by a tree near the
sidewalk, looking up at her window.  A moment later, a light flashed three
times.
	Okay.  So he had to wait.  There was a car parked nearby, so he sat down
against it.  He looked up and down the street but saw nothing unusual.  Only a
few lights were on that he could see, and none nearby.  He was more nervous
than he wanted to admit, but the more he thought about "raping" Summer, the
more turned on he got.
	About five minutes later, the light in Summer's window flashed twice.  Show
time.
	He got up, following what shadows he could find to their front door.  The
alarm panel was green.  He tested the door as slowly as he could and found it
open.  He tried to remember if their front door squeaked.  He moved it slowly
in, but no sound came from the hinges.  When it was open just enough, he
slipped inside and shut it behind him.
	He stood in the foyer trying to catch his breath.  He listened, and heard
nothing.  Carefully he padded across the living room to the stairs, watching
the upper level for movement.  Nothing came.  One by one, he climbed the
stairs, ready to bolt out the front door at the slightest sign of discovery.
	Her parent's door was shut, as was her brothers.  Summer's was cracked open a
few inches.  He worked his way over to her door and stopped.
	He took a deep breath, trying to think how to handle this.  What would he do
if he were really bent on rape?  Thinking that way made him ill, so he tried
to think about what Summer wanted.  Big guy sneaks into room and ties her up.
She clearly wanted him in character, so he would have to say a few things.
But whatever he did, he had to be quiet about it.
	He realized he was probably at risk the longer he stood in the hallway.  He
steeled himself and opened Summer's door.
	She was lying in her bed under the covers as if asleep.  Her long hair was
loose over her pillow, but her face was turned away from him.  He slipped in
and shut the door.
	How was he going to tie her up?  He looked around the room and saw a pile of
scarves by her closet.  He laid his jacket on the floor and pulled off his
shoes.  He walked over to the scarves and picked them up.  Four of them.
Obviously left here deliberately.
	He stood up and tried to get in character for her.  He walked over to the
bed, and still she had not moved.  He reached out and put one hand on her
throat and the other over her mouth.
	Her eyes flew open and she squeaked in surprise.  She seemed not to recognize
him at all.
	"Don't move," he whispered.  "Don't make a sound.  Okay?"
	She nodded rapidly.
	He held his hand on her mouth and used the other to pull back the covers.
She wore a long, demure, white nightgown.
	"Sit up slowly."
	She sat up, and he kept his hand on her mouth.
	"I'm going to take my hand away, but you're not going to make a single sound,
right?"
	She nodded.
	He pulled back his hand.
	"Take off your nightgown."
	She looked at him in panic for a few seconds, then dropped her hands and
pulled up the hem of her nightgown, scooting forward on the bed until she
could get it over her head.  He took it from her and threw it on the floor.
	"Panties too."
	She pushed down her panties and leaned forward onto her knees, hugging
herself.
	"Please don't hurt me.  I'll do anything you want."
	"Quiet.  Get down on the floor."
	She slid to the floor and kneeled in front of him.  He unzipped his jeans and
freed his aching penis.  Mock terror filled her face.
	"Do it."
	She leaned forward and took him into her mouth.  She moved tentatively,
almost seeming to be repulsed by it.  He gripped her hair in one hand and
moved her faster.  She gagged, but forced herself to take him deeply, deeper
than she was usually willing to go.  He began thrusting at her, and she moaned
in apparent discomfort, but let him do it.
	After a few minutes, he pushed her away.
	"Get back on the bed."
	She did, staying on her knees but not looking at him.  He handed her the
scarves.
	"Tie your legs to the bed rails."
	She looked up at him fearfully.
	"You aren't going to hurt me?  I'll do whatever you want me to."
	"Not if you do what I said."
	She took a scarf and tied it to her ankle, then tied it to a rail.  She
repeated the act with her other leg.
	"Lean back."
	She lay back on the bed and he tied a scarf to each wrist.  She lifted her
arms and let him tie them to the headrail.
	He stepped back from her and undressed.  She watched him for a moment,
looking away when he was nude.
	He walked over to her and began fondling her.  As much as she acted
otherwise, he could tell she was seriously into this.  Her nipples were
fiercely erect, and when he felt between her legs, she was as wet as a river.
He slipped a finger into her, then reached up to shove it in her mouth.
	"Taste that.  It's the taste of you wanting me."
	She resisted him at first, then sucked on his finger, eyes closed.
	He tweaked her nipples roughly, pinching them until they were red and
swollen.  She only whimpered and writhed on the bed.  He moved his hand back
between her legs and began stroking her.  She moaned, pulling at the scarves
restraining her.
	"Quiet.  Don't make me hurt you more."
	She pretended to fight him as he stimulated her, but he could tell she was
getting off in a hurry.  In less than a minute, she began to thrash and shake,
jerking her body against the restraints.  He kept stroking her, drawing a
second, then a third, then even a fourth climax out of her in the space of
less than sixty seconds.
	He withdrew his hand, and looked at her heaving, twitching body.  Her eyes
fluttered open after ten or twenty seconds.  When she looked over at him, he
climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her legs.
	"Oh, God," she moaned.
	He thrust into her in one slow movement.  She was hot, and incredibly wet,
wetter than he'd ever felt her.  He bottomed out, pushing as far up as he
could go.  She groaned, lifting her hips to guide him in further.
	"You're getting off on this, slut," he whispered in her ear.  "I can feel
it."
	He rode her roughly, as if he were only concerned with his own pleasure.
Having made love to Becky less than an hour earlier, he was nowhere near
orgasm yet.  He tried to force himself as far into her as possible, filling
her completely.  He lifted up on his arms and slapped at her breasts, pinching
her nipples.
	Her back was arched, and her head was thrown back into her pillow.  The
muscles on her arms stood out as she pulled against the scarves.  A long
shudder ran through her body, and a moan escaped through her clenched teeth.
He continued thrusting brutally into her, beginning to lose himself in the
act.  Another orgasm racked her body, then another.  By then he was gone,
closing in on his own release.  It came in a spasm of pounding thrusts that
shook her bed and her sweat-speckled body.  He rode it to conclusion,
groaning, and collapsed on top of her.
	He realized after a few moments that they might have made more noise than was
safe.  He listened for any sounds outside her room, but heard nothing.  Summer
was still dead to the world, eyes closed, breathing deeply.
	He glanced at her clock.  It was only 12:15.  He still had forty-five minutes
to get home.
	He resumed thrusting with his slowly deflating penis.
	"Squeeze me."
	Her eyes opened.
	"What?"
	"I'm not done with you yet.  Squeeze my cock.  If I lose my hard-on, you'll
be sorry."
	He saw the lust returning to her eyes, though she pretended fear and disgust.
He felt her muscles tightening around him.
	"Oh, God," she whispered.  "Wasn't that enough?  You made me come, okay?
What more do you want from me?"
	"More.  Keep doing that."
	He moved slowly, luxuriating in her tight wetness.
	"You came, huh?"
	"Yes.  Does that make you happy?  It makes me want to vomit."
	"I could give you something else to gag on if you want."
	She turned her head away from him, closing her eyes.
	"You got off more than once, didn't you?"
	"Yes."
	"More than twice?"
	"I wasn't counting."
	He thrust deeply into her the way he knew she liked, and her hips rose up to
meet him.  A gasp shot through her lips.
	"You like that?"
	She whimpered but didn't answer him.  He worked on her carefully now,
deliberately trying to bring her to orgasm again.  Her squeezing muscles had
returned him to full erection, and he had all the control he needed.
	Her breathing grew ragged, and although her face showed disgust, her lower
body was working eagerly with him, rising to meet his thrusts.  She twisted,
pulling on the scarves, and her neck arched back.
	"You're enjoying this."
	She moaned.
	"Admit it."
	"Oh, God."
	"Admit it or I'll stop."
	Another whimper.  Her teeth clenched.
	"Okay."
	"Okay what?"
	She gasped as he bottomed out inside her.
	"I want it."
	"Say, 'Fuck me.'"
	"Fuck me."
	"Again."
	She groaned.
	"Fuck me."
	He drove into her more rapidly now, knowing she was close to coming.  She
continued moaning, "Fuck me," in his ear, though he said nothing else.  A
minute of deep thrusting was enough to get her off, bringing her to a
shuddering, gasping climax.  He was still a long way from being finished,
though, and decided it was time for another change in the setting.  He climbed
off the bed, causing her eyes to pop open, startled.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Quiet."
	He untied her arms from the headrails, then used one of the scarves to tie
her wrists together.  He did the same thing with her ankles.  Then he pulled
her upright and onto the floor.  
	"What do you want me to do?" she whimpered.
	"Finish me off.  Come here."
	He dragged her over to a chair and sat down.  
	She looked up at him, then at his penis.  She took it in her hands and leaned
forward, putting her mouth over him.  She bobbed rapidly, knowing what he
liked even though she was still playing the rape victim.  A few minutes of
eager sucking brought him to the brink.  He pulled her head off, ignoring the
surprised look on her face, and turned her around.  He dropped to his knees
and thrust into her from behind.  She gasped as he filled her, feeling him
thrust once, twice, three times, then burying himself in her and spilling his
seed deep inside.  She collapsed forward onto the floor, pulling him with her.
	A few minutes later, he rolled off and untied her.  She crawled over into his
arms.
	"You're a great rapist," she said softly.
	"You're a great victim."
	She laughed quietly.
	"You went over to Becky's before, didn't you?  I could smell her on you when
you came in here."
	"I didn't feel like wandering the neighborhood for an hour and a half."
	"It's okay.  When I realized it, I fantasized that you'd just come from
raping her too.  It really got me off."
	"She liked your idea so much that she dragged me into her house and made me
do it in her closet."
	"Did she really?"
	"Yes."
	"Her parents were asleep already?"
	"No.  They were in their room watching TV."
	"And they didn't know you were there?"
	"Nope."
	They lay together for a minute or two.
	"You should get home.  Let's not push our luck any further."
	He sat up and got dressed.  Summer pulled on her nightgown.  She scouted the
hallway and then led him down to the front door.  He kissed her a few times in
the foyer.
	"Bye.  Thanks for raping me."
	"No problem."

                                                          XXIX.

	Karen was feeling no better the next morning.  The rest of them went to Mass.
Jack went through his usual Confession routine, confessing everything
privately to God beforehand, and then confessing what he could to Father
Roberts.  When he got back, he went up to check on Karen, who was reading her
homework in bed.
	He sat next to her and brushed her hair away from her face.
	"Don't bother.  I know I look gross."
	"You going to get better?"
	"I hope so.  I feel like shit."
	"Swimming in the ocean was probably a dumb idea."
	"I know.  But it was fun anyway."
	He leaned over and kissed her forehead.
	"I love you," he whispered.
	"You, too."
	She squeezed his hand.
	"Go bother Summer and Becky.  I need to rest."
	She rolled over, and he straightened the covers around her.  He left the room
and went down to call Summer.
	"You'll never guess what happened after you took me home last night."
	"Oh, really?"
	"This guy sneaked into my room.  I tried to resist him but he was too good.
He made love to me like I've never had it before."
	"I'm imaging that you're in your room with the door shut."
	"No, my mom's right here.  We called the Police morning."
	She giggled.
	"I guess I'll have leave town," he said.
	"Well, you'll have to come and get me.  Now that I've been disgraced, I'll
have to leave too."
	"I was coming over anyway.  I felt like hanging out down the park."
	"Oh.  You just want to go for a walk or something?"
	"Yeah."
	"Okay.  Sure.  See you in a minute."

	They were walking through the park holding hands.
	"Summer?"
	"Hmm?"
	"I think we've dealt with Becky's insecurity.  I told her last night there
was nothing that could come between us, no matter what happens.  She seemed to
believe me."
	"Oh, great.  That was sweet of you."
	"But there's something else I want to talk about."
	"What?"
	He stopped and turned to look at her.
	"Why is it these things always seem to happen with Becky and Karen?  Why
don't the two of us ever have any big emotional confrontations?  I mean, we
have a lot of fun; we have mature adult conversations about important issues
or we engage in a lot of silly little banter; we work overtime other people's
problems, but we never seem to talk about us."
	"What are you saying?  You want us to have problems?"
	"No.  I'm saying that I'm beginning to feel like there's this wall somewhere
between us.  It's a long way down and it's hard to see, but I can sense it
just the same.  I'm beginning to feel like I'm closer to Becky and Karen, and
I don't like that."
	She gasped, pulling her hand away from him and putting it over her mouth.
She closed her eyes, pulled her arms tight around her, and began to sob.
Stunned, he tried to take her in his arms, but she struggled against him.
	"I knew it," she sobbed,  "I knew it!"
	"Wait a second, wait a second.  I'm not saying I love them more than I love
you.  That's not true.  I'm saying I feel like you're holding me off somehow."
	She continued to cry onto his shoulder, shaking with sobs.
	"Summer, stop it.  I love you.  That is not what this is about."
	She sniffed.
	"What is it, then?"
	"I'm saying that I love you, but I'm not sure sometimes I really know how you
feel.  Like there are things you're thinking but not saying.  I worry
sometimes because we seem like a clich�.  The football player and the head
cheerleader.  The King and Queen of Homecoming.  I don't want us to be a
clich�.  And then you tell me about your mother and how you want to rebel by
doing it in your bedroom and I wonder whether you like me because I give the
means to get back at your parents."
	She pushed back to look up at him, face pale.
	"Is that what you think?" she asked softly.  "Do you think that's all you are
to me?"
	"I don't want to be.  But I don't know unless you tell me."
	"What do you want me to say?  That you're everything I ever wanted in
someone?  That I love you more than I ever thought was possible?  That I lie
awake at night wishing you were sleeping next to me?  That . . . that I
fantasize about marrying you and having ten or twelve kids with you?  That I
fantasize about just being able to say, 'this is my husband, Jack'?  That was
really why I enjoyed last night so much.  Because I stopped fantasizing that
you were a rapist, and starting fantasizing that you were my husband."
	He took a ragged breath.
	"So why can't you tell me that?"
	Her eyes closed and she began to cry again.
	"Because I'm scared," she sobbed.
	"Why are you scared?"
	"I'm scared that we'll break up when we go off to college, even if I get into
Georgetown, because I won't see you much anymore.  Or we'll break up just
because everyone seems to break up with their high school boyfriends when they
start college."  The sobs came heavy now, and she shook as she forced out the
last of it.  "And I'm scared because I know you have to choose one of us
eventually, and I know it won't be me."
	She sobbed uncontrollably onto his shoulder as he tried to absorb her
outburst.
	"Whoa.  Whoa.  How can you know that?"
	It took her a few moments to catch her breath and answer him.
	"Karen is your sister.  You saved her life.  Becky is your best friend.  I
know she is.  But what am I?  I'm just a pretty girl you can take to the dance
and impress people with.  I try so hard to make our sex life exciting because
I know I don't have anything else to offer you."
	She resumed crying, gasping for breath.  He stared up at the sky, totally
blown away by this confession.
	"Summer, I don't love you because you're beautiful on the outside.  I love
you because you're beautiful on the inside.  Look how much effort and concern
you've expended trying to keep Karen and Becky happy.  This to help them
continue their relationships with someone everyone else thinks is your
boyfriend and no one else's.  I know it must be hard for you, but I know you
do it because you care about them and about me.  Do you understand how
impressed I was when you decided to take Becky to the dance with us that
night?  That was why I told you I loved you, not because of how you looked.
My God, how could you think that?  Why would I be worked up about not being
closer to you if all I cared about were your looks?  Yes, Becky is my best
friend, but I want that same feeling from you."
	She sniffled.
	"You do?"
	"Yes."
	She tried to catch her breath.
	"I've loved you since the instant I saw you," she gasped, "and it scared me.
I just went after you the only way I knew how.  My mother is always giving me
these stupid tips about how to manipulate boys.  I know it's wrong, but I
didn't know how else to hold on to you, and I was worried it wasn't working.
That was why I got so insecure about Becky a few months ago.  Not because of
what Cordelia said.  Because I thought you loved her and not me.  That was why
I decided to bring her to the dance.  I mean, it was because I love her and
didn't want to hurt her, but it was also because I thought if I made you
choose, you would choose her.  When you told me you loved me that night, I
thought I would die.  I couldn't believe it was really true.  That's why I was
crying like I was.  I was so happy."
	He hugged her tightly.
	"You know that I love you."
	"Yes."
	She hugged him back.
	"You know that I love you as much as anyone.  I don't want you to worry about
things we can't control.  We're all going off to college, but that doesn't
have to mean it will end.  Maybe I'll have to choose one of you, or maybe
we'll all run off to Utah like Becky jokes about.  Who knows?"
	She laughed softly through her tears.
	"The point is, we don't know what will happen.  Don't ruin your present
happiness worrying about things that may never occur."
	She reached up to wipe her face.
	"Okay.  Do you feel closer to me now?  Is that enough emotional confrontation
for you?"
	He laughed.
	"Yes.  That will do for now."
	She shook, though with laughter now, hugging him for all she was worth.

                                     TO BE CONTINUED


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