Message-ID: <29125asstr$983160602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200102250455.UAA01217@mail19.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "Fledgling" by Dancer (MF, oral, rom, viol) [2/3] Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 23:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "a-Fledge.txt" begin> When was Michael Jackson's first hit record? What do Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page have in common? (other than guitars) Has Canada always had ten provinces and three territories? If you can't answer any of those questions, you are not 18 years old! So go find something else to do instead of reading this story. {Poster's Note: This is a follow up story to "Handi- Capable"; though my darling wife has included a fair bit of expository information, you might enjoy it more if you read the series in completion. Remember, even though I - Empath - am the one who posted these stories, my wife - Dancer - is the author.} ------- Fledgling By Dancer Copyright, 2001 It had been eight months since Eric's recovery. He'd spent that time at the hospital getting tests done and physical therapy three times a week. His leg muscles had atrophied and the doctors ordered him to work out. So, Eric dutifully rode stationary bikes, used stair machines and lifted weights. His girlfriend, Christi, appointed herself his 'sexual therapist' and each week on Saturday night, Christi would come over with a porno movie. They'd watch the movie and he would be 'tested' over the material. The sessions really did help him learn control. He'd been paralyzed for fifteen years and never got a chance before that to explore sex. Christi taught him everything from jacking off to eating her out. Now, when they had sex, Eric could get Christi off before he shot his load. She appreciated his efforts and rewarded him by playing handmaiden when they showered afterwards. He wanted to make up for lost time and today was the beginning of the first step: driver's education. At 28 and having to sit through Driver's Ed class with a bunch of fifteen year olds was terrifying. Eric figured at best, the kids would tease him, and at worst, getting hit on by the blossoming young women. Christi was picking him up and taking him to the high school for his first day. She helped him get his permit and he felt confident with the driving. Eric sat in the passenger seat of her Camero thinking about how it would go when she came out of the blue with, "Eric, do you ever think about fucking other women?" He was stunned. He loved Christi to death but, like any man, if a nice ass or long legs or a pair of plump tits came into sight, he got a raging boner. She knew he was faithful and he worried she might want to invite a girlfriend over sometime. "Yeah." "That's healthy." She paused to turn the corner, then went on talking. "I just wondered because my brothers, when they decided girls were OK, they had a girl for every night of the week. A change is as good as a rest, is what I'm getting at." "You want me to be with other women? Are we breaking up or what?" He was totally confused. "No, no! I don't want to break up. Twenty years down the road, I don't want you blaming our relationship for not letting you check out other pussies." The light bulb went on over his head. "Okay. I think I see what you're saying. I don't regret that I've only had you. I'll still get excited if I see another woman with a great body but you're gonna be the one who gets me off." The school came into sight and Christi pulled up to the front, parking the car. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Keep in mind that if you ever touch another woman with sexual intent, I'll chop your hands off." "Why my hands? My dick, yes, but hands?" Christi held his chin between her thumb and index finger. "Because then *I* can make your life hell." She delivered a mind-blowing kiss. "Now play nice with the other kids." Eric slipped off his seatbelt and pulled her close. "You are a blood thirsty bitch, aren't you? And you're all mine!" He growled deeply and chewed on her neck before leaving the car. They waved to each other as she left and he went inside the building. He walked down the hallway to room 105 and opened the door. It was a typical classroom with desks and a blackboard. Of the twenty students, he saw only one other guy seated in back. The stranger waved Eric to the desk next to his and Eric had to run through the gauntlet of females. They wolf whistled and said, 'Nice ass!' as he worked his way to the other male. He sat down and shifted his legs under the desktop. "Brian. You new?" Eric turned to see a Marilyn Manson look alike. Brian had long black hair and a very pale face. "I'm Eric and I'm kinda new. This is my first driver's ed." "I go to the alternative school. You a senior?" "No. I graduated in '89." Brian scowled. "What the fuck is a 28 year old guy doing in driver's ed?" "Well, I was in a wheelchair for fifteen years." He nodded. "Mmm, that'd do it. How come you ain't in one now?" "It's a long story. Let's just say my girlfriend gave me the cure." "Cool." The door opened and in walked a short, beautiful blonde. The blonde had a nice rack up front and wore a tiny skirt that just covered her ass. "The black widow," Brian stage whispered and twitched his fingers. He saw Eric was going to ask about the nickname. "Tell you after class." The blonde set her bag on the big table in front. "Hello class. I'm Mrs. Redfern." Groans went up. "I know you were supposed to have Mr. McCoy but he had an accident with the jigsaw in shop class." "She probably waved her tits in his face," Brian said under his breath. Eric choked and Mrs. Redfern frowned at him. "Is there a problem?" "No ma'am." Eric had an innocent look plastered across his face. "We're going to go over the Young Drivers of America manual today." She pulled out a stack of books from her bag. As she passed them out, she said, "Now, we won't get behind the wheel until Thursday. Don't forget to write your name on the cover." Mrs. Redfern handed Eric his book and he had to pry it from her as she played coy with him. After she handed out a manual to each person, she told them to turn to page one and she read the whole thing out loud. The two hours dragged but came to an end. Eric and Brian escaped first and they headed out to the parking lot. Brian sat on a concrete bench and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He stuck one in and lit it with his Zippo. He inhaled and let the smoke blow out his nostrils. "Tell me about the 'black widow'," Eric said. Brian flicked off the ash. "When she started teaching, one of the janitors was watching her wiggle her ass down to the teachers lounge. She knew he was looking and flashed her tits at him. He was buffing the floor at the time and the sucker got away and he went head first into the concrete wall." He took another drag. "This other time, the old principal, Mr. Jackson, dropped dead of a heart attack in his office. When the ambulance got there, Mrs. Redfern was buttoning her blouse if you know what I mean." "Here she comes," Eric said and they both shut up. Eric watched Mrs. Redfern click down the sidewalk in her black high heels. She stopped in front of them and looked back at her legs. She turned, which pulled her skirt up, and asked Eric, "Is there a run in my stocking?" He could see the half-moon curves of her ass and the elastic tops of her pantyhose. "I don't see any, do you Brian?" Brian studied the situation and shook his head. "Nope, no runs at all." "Thank you, boys." Mrs. Redfern faced them and tugged at her blouse, freeing the top couple of buttons. "Woo, it sure is hot out here. Thank the Lord for air conditioning." By now, the shirt flapped open and the guys got an eyeful of tanned breasts covered by a lacy white bra. She didn't notice the avocado green Camero that pulled up behind her with Christi in the driver's seat. Christi motioned for the guys to be quiet as she moved to the passenger seat. She stuck her head out the window and said in a loud voice, "Hi Mrs. Redfern!" The teacher jumped and began buttoning her blouse. She backed up and stuttered, "Hi Christi. I was just...ah, just reminding these boys about...ah, Thursday. Yeah, Thursday." "You sure look pretty today, Mrs. Redfern." "Th-th-thank you." Mrs. Redfern ran to her car and sped away from Christi. Eric asked, "What the hell was that all about?" Christi chuckled out, "I had her when I did driver's ed and I caught her giving head to one of male students. She's afraid one day I'll go to the school board and get her fired." She noticed Brian. "Hey Brian. I haven't seen you in forever." Brian leaned through the passenger window. "The folks don't think I need a babysitter anymore. How'd you hookup with this bozo?" Eric protested and Christi laughed. "Over the computer. We emailed for a while then met in person last summer." Brian inhaled the last drag from his cigarette. He dropped the butt and ground it under his sneaker. "Cool. Can I bum a ride home?" "No prob, but you gotta sit in back," Christi replied. Brian got in and Eric pushed the seat back. They buckled up and pulled away from the school. Brian talked to Christi, mostly about school and music. "How come you go to alternative school?" Eric asked. "They didn't have that when I was here." "You know who Marilyn Manson is, right?" Eric nodded. "Over the summer of '98, I grew my hair long and dyed it black. The teachers complained that I was 'a distraction to the educational system' because I kinda look like him. His music's cool but not my thing and I got a choice of going to alternative school or kicked out altogether. Not cause I was dealing or have a 'learning disorder'. The teachers are full of shit anyway." Christi pulled along side the curb in front of a ranch- style house. Eric got out and let Brian out. "Hey Chris, can you give me a ride Thursday to the junior high?" She said yes and he danced a little. "I getta drive a real car! Woo-hoo!" He high-fived Eric and strolled up to the house. They drove towards Christi's apartment and she asked, "So, how did your day go?" "Brian's the only other guy in the class. The girls commented on my physique and Mrs. Redfern hit on me." "I can't blame them. You are one good-looking hunk of man." The car parked in the building's lot and they got out, holding hands as they walked to her ground floor apartment. Christi had only essential furniture and the fridge was empty since she spent most of her time at Eric's. As Eric looked around, a thought popped in his head. "Christi, have you ever thought about moving in with me? You're with me most of the time anyway." "Yeah, I have." Christi shrugged her shoulders and turned to him. "I didn't say anything about it because we haven't been together for very long." "Would you, if I asked?" Eric stuffed his hands in his pockets. "If you were asking, I'd need time to think." "How much time?" "Hmm-mmm," Christi looped her hands around Eric's neck and nibbled his jawline playfully. "Depends." His cock swelled to semi-hardness. "On what?" Eric closed his palms over her breasts, massaging them. "On how fast we can pack up my stuff." She pulled herself free and grinned. "I have been waiting for you to ask me." Eric followed Christi to her bedroom and saw all the stacked boxes. "The furniture stays, including the bed. My whole life packed in two suitcases and eleven boxes." Eric pouted. "Except for me. I'm not in a box." "A strapping young man like you needs a particular box," Christi replied and drew his hands down to her heat. "I hope you aren't claustrophobic cause it's a small, tight box." "I like tight places. I pray I won't stretch the walls out of shape." Eric knelt before his girlfriend and removed her jeans. When the denims reached her ankles, Christi kicked them off. The flowered panties came next. Her pubes were shaven bare and Eric kissed the fatty mound. He pondered briefly when she shaved herself but lost himself in her beautiful vulva. Christi backed to the mattress and lay down, exposing her pussy to Eric. He shifted her butt to the edge of the bed and placed her knees on his shoulders. He brushed his mouth over her outer labia, smelling her dampness. He twirled his tongue along the seam and tasted her sweet honey. Two thumbs spread the puffy lips apart, revealing the florid folds inside and an erect clitoris peeking from beneath its hood. Trickles of cum coated Christi's inner labia and Eric lapped the juices up. A sigh left her mouth. He moved into some serious cunnilingus, licking her slit from perineum to clit and back. Eric pushed her thighs further apart and teased her slick pearl with his tongue. Closing his lips over it, he suckled the sensitive bud lightly and eased two fingers in her hole. The digits gave her a taste of fucking, sliding in and out only an inch. Eric planned for his lover to be at the height of an orgasm before he plunged his cock inside her snugness. He continued to suck her clit as she begged and pleaded for his cock. "Eric, please, fuck me. Aairric, please-please, I need you bad!" Christi groaned for him to put his dick in her pussy and he made her wait for him. Eric released her clit and gazed up at Christi. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded vigorously. He began sliding his hand over his boner as he stood up. "May be." Eric brushed his left fingertips over her hairless mound. "Did you shave for me?" Christi whimpered an affirmative. Eric pumped himself. She hadn't seen him act like this before. He was taking the initiative and making *her* wait on the brink of orgasm. Her vaginal walls tensed with excitement. Cum dribbled out of her cunt. Eric was enjoying himself. 'Would she do what he asked?' he wondered. "Play with yourself, Christi. Keep those legs wide. I want to see you cum." His stroking paused as she spread her cunt lips open and rubbed her clit above the hood. She's doing it! She's really doing it! Eric thought giddily. The stroking on his manhood resumed. She didn't take long to heat up. "Oooo god, I'm close!" Eric stepped between her thighs and watched for her cream to start flowing. Christi clamped her mouth tightly shut along with her eyes and felt her body contract with orgasm. Quickly, Eric grabbed her wrists and forced them away. Her eyes flew open and he caught her with his hot gaze. Thrusting his hips forward, Eric plunged his hard cock into her spasming cunt up to his heavy balls. Eric fell on top of Christi, imprisoning her wrists high above her head. She adjusted her pelvis and accepted the pounding happily. His mouth found hers and plundered the warm depths with his tongue, mimicking the fucking. Christi hooked her ankles together behind his back and bucked her hips upwards. A wave of pleasure came over her and she wanted to arch her back. Eric let his weight hold her down and kissed harder. Christi was pinned to the bed and unable to move. She loved every second of the immobility. Eric swallowed her cries of ecstasy and felt his balls raise up, tightening. Now Christi accepted her man's grunts of bliss in her moist mouth. His cock swelled, then filled the hot pussy with loads of his cum. The hard kiss softened automatically as each returned from Nature's high. Eric levered his weight onto his forearms and broke the kiss. Christi's lips were swollen, chapped and curved into a smile. "Eric," she sighed. "I want it to always be like this." He burrowed into her shoulder. "Then marry me." "Okay." Eric lifted his face away from her sweaty skin and squinted at her. "I said okay." "I heard you. I expected a different reaction, is all." "Like what? Jumping up and hugging you? You fucked my brains out! I'm lucky I still remember how to speak English." "When?" She titled her head, thinking. "After you get your driver's license. August or September, maybe." "Mom'll be happy. She thinks you walk on water since you got me out of that damned chair." He kissed her tenderly and they lay in bed for a while. "Did you pack your towels? I feel all sticky." "I did, sorry. We can clean up at your place." "*Our* place," Eric corrected Christi. * * * * Thursday morning came early and Christi dropped Eric off at the junior high. She had to pick up Brian and told Eric Brian always waits until the last minute to go anywhere. Eric leaned against the cool bricks and glanced at his watch. 7.45 am. Time to kill. He saw Mrs. Redfern pull into the lot driving the standard, white, four-door, Ford Escort with 'Student Driver' pasted on the trunk. She climbed out wearing a similar outfit to the one from Tuesday. "Good morning, Eric. Where's your driving buddy?" "He's on his way." "Good. We can put you behind the steering wheel first," she said. Mrs. Redfern was glad the two boys chose each other. There would be no girls in the way of her pedophilic conquests. She stared at Eric's crotch as he walked over to the car. Eric got in, closed the door and fastened his seatbelt. Mrs. Redfern slid into the front seat across from him. Her skirt had hitched up, showing generous amounts of thigh. "Let me see if that belt is adjusted properly," she purred and snaked a hand over his fly. "Right where it should be." "Uh, Mrs. Redfern, you shouldn't be touching me like that." "Call me Lily." "Lily, you shouldn't be touching me like that," Eric repeated. Her fingers unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. "But you like it. See?" She eased the waistband of his underwear over his cock and held the satiny hardness. "The first lesson is to pretend the wheel is a clock and keep your hands on the ten and two positions." Eric gripped the plastic wheel hard. "Very good, Eric. You're a fast learner." His voice cracked. "Brian will be here any minute." "I know. I want his cock, too," Lily growled and began stroking Eric. "Oh GOD!" "Cumming so soon? I better get to work." Her mouth closed over his prick, swallowing him whole. He stared transfixed at her blonde head bobbing up and down his length. The tingling in his boys told Eric he was going to shoot his load very quickly. Lily's lips dragged over his shaft and her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. This was every adolescent male's fantasy: getting head from the hot teacher at school. He should be enjoying this, right? Christi's voice called to him from a great distance. Eric's voice strangled in his throat and he tried to call for help. There was another voice, too, a bit deeper, like a man's. Brian's face peered in the driver's window and he got an excellent view of the blowjob. "Holy shit! Hey Christi, Mrs. Redfern's giving Eric head!" The passenger door flew open and the hot mouth surrounding Eric's cock disappeared. He looked over and saw Christi beating the crap out of Lily. "You fucking bitch!" WHAM! Lily got a punch in the face. Christi called Lily everything from a bitch to a child molester and brought her point home by hitting Mrs. Redfern's body and face. Lily was thrown on the hood and Eric saw the blood pouring from her mouth and nose. His fiancee grabbed Lily's red stained blouse in her fists. "I'm going right to the cops and the school board on this. I understand inmates look down on child molesters." Christi slammed Mrs. Redfern into the metal hood. Brian's brown eyes were wide and he immediately lit up a smoke. Exhaling a long drag, he said, "Whoa. This is some serious shit." The tobacco burned down to the filter and Brian quickly lit up another. Eric unclipped his belt and slowly got out of the car. Christi looked over the hood at him with a flushed face and wild eyes. "Eric, are you all right? Did that slut hurt you?" He cleared his throat. "No. She just whipped out my dick and started sucking." Sirens cried in the distance and grew louder as the police car approached. It squealed to a stop beside the four of them and the cops got out. The passenger officer drew his gun and trained it on Christi. The driver saw Lily's prone body and radioed for an ambulance. The driver hooked the receiver back up and walked to Eric and Brian. "We got a call about an assault. What happened here?" He got out a pad and pen. "I'm Eric Sullivan. I'm here for my driver's ed class." Eric gestured at Lily. "That's my instructor, Mrs. Redfern. Mrs. Redfern took liberties with my person." Officer Lewis, his nametag read, asked, "Who are the other two?" Eric motioned at Brian. "This is Brian, my driving buddy. And the other woman is my fiancee, Christi Parks." "Brian what?" "Brian Ekhardt," Brian answered. "Uh huh," Officer Lewis scribbled in his notebook. Lily Redfern was known around the police station but they could never get any eye witnesses to testify about what she did. All she had on her record were a few complaints. "What kind of liberties? I have to know for my report." Eric flushed and replied, "Mrs. Redfern was giving me an unwanted blowjob when Brian and Christi pulled up." More scribbling. "Mr. Ekhardt, did you witness this...blow job?" "Oh yeah! I saw her sucking him down like a vanilla shake on a hot summer day. Right through the driver's window, sir." Lewis' face was expressionless. Inside he was yipping for joy. If Eric and Brian would testify in court, Lily would be stripped of her teaching license. He looked at Eric and asked, "What happened to Mrs. Redfern?" "Christi got extremely upset and beat her up." Lewis walked over to the other side of the car. "Miss, we're going to have to arrest you for assault and battery. Put your hands behind your back." Christi did as he asked. Lewis slapped the handcuffs on her wrists. "OK Nick, Mirandize her." Nick drew out a card from his breast pocket and read from it to Christi. She said yes, she understood when he finished. Nick opened the rear door of the black and white and pushed Christi inside. Eric called to Lewis, "How long is she going to be in jail? What can I do now?" "She'll have to appear before a judge for her sentencing. I'd say get her a lawyer down to the station." The officers climbed back in the squad car and left. Brian took charge. "There's a pay phone across the street. We'll call my folks and ask them about finding a lawyer." He grabbed Eric's arm and dragged him to the gas station. Brian reached in his pocket for change and dialed his home number. "Dad? It's Brian. There's a problem here. Remember Christi Parks? Her boyfriend is in my driver's ed class and she got busted for assault and battery on Mrs. Redfern. He's 28. It's a long story. Can you get a hold of a lawyer and come pick us up? We're at the QuikStop across from the junior high. Tell Mom I'm fine. Bye." He said to Eric, "My dad's coming to get us. Don't worry. Things'll work out." * * * * Friday morning at nine, Eric and his family sat in the front row of the gallery. Christi's mother, Patricia, and brother, Tom, sat on the other side of Eric. Brian and his folks were there, too. Eric tugged at his tie and saw Christi being led through a side door into the courtroom. She wore an orange jumpsuit and her hands were cuffed in front this time. She waggled her fingers at him, looking bedraggled and tired. The bailiff sat her down behind the defendant's table with her attorney. The bailiff walked to the bench and spoke loudly, "Hear ye, hear ye! Court is now in session. The Honorable Judge K. Laura O'Kelly presiding." Judge O'Kelly came in from a closed door and adjusted her robes. She sat down and banged her gavel. "Order, please." The courtroom quieted. "OK Bill, what have we got?" The bailiff handed her a manila folder. "Redfern v. Parks, assault and battery." The judge glanced at Lily's battered face and at Christi's tired one. "Seems clear cut. Mr. Jordan, you're up." Mr. Jordan, Lily's attorney, stood. "Your honor, my client was attacked, beaten and insulted by the defendant while at her teaching job. The defendant has confessed her crimes and shows no remorse for her actions." He sat down. Christi's lawyer, David Grundy, waited for the judge to give her nod. When she gave it, he stood up. "Your honor. My client, Miss Parks, had provocation for her attack on Mrs. Redfern. Mrs. Redfern was abusing her position as a teacher by sexually assaulting one of her driver's education students. The student is Miss Parks' fiance. I know if I was attacked that way, my wife would see red as well. We have a witness to the attack willing to testify and the victim also. Miss Parks will stand by your judgement and serve her time, if you deem it necessary. Thank you." Judge O'Kelly raised an eyebrow at the last comment. "Mr. Jordan, you may call your witness." Mrs. Redfern got on the stand and testified through tears about the terrifying and viscous assault on her person. Her attorney let her tell her side with no questions asked. Mr. Grundy, however, went into a cross-examination. "Mrs. Redfern, you say you were only helping Eric Sullivan adjust his safety belt properly, correct?" Lily said yes. "Mrs. Redfern, do you know what this is?" David held out a sheet of paper and Lily shook her head. "It is test results taken last night during your visit to the emergency room. The doctor on call had to stitch your lip, correct?" Lily shifted nervously in her seat. "Yes, sir. He did." "You may not realize but every patient that comes into the ER has his or her blood tested for diseases; such as HIV, Hepatitis, and so forth. The doctor swabbed your saliva and drew some blood. This paper tells me that the saliva sample had an anomaly, something that didn't look right. That swab didn't just have your saliva on it, did it, Mrs. Redfern?" "No," she whispered. "The lab found traces of semen, only hours old. Now, can you tell me how you got fresh semen in your mouth?" Lily's eyes widened and she gazed at Mr. Jordan. "Um, my boyfriend..." "Mrs. Redfern, I remind you that you are under oath and there is a severe penalty for perjury." Tears streamed down her bruised face. "Eric. It's Eric's semen." "And how did Eric's semen get into your mouth?" She broke completely. "I gave him head! I put his penis in my mouth!" She ran from the courtroom bawling. A court officer stopped her at the doors. Judge O'Kelly pounded her gavel for quiet. "Order! I want order or I'll clear the court!" The only sound was the muffled sobs from Lily. "Mr. Grundy. It seems your client had good cause but Miss Parks admitted her guilt to the assault. Miss Parks, stand please." Christi got up and looked at the judge. "I find the defendant, Christina Elisabeth Parks, guilty of assault in the sixth degree. I sentence you to five days in jail, a term to begin at ten am this morning and time served." Eric touched Christi's back. "What does that mean?" "I start my sentence in twenty minutes. The time I was in last night is taken off the five days. I should be out Tuesday morning." Christi tugged on Eric's lapels and kissed him. "I love you, Eric. Don't forget about me." Bill the bailiff took her back out the same door she entered. "Thanks, Mr. Grundy," Eric said and shook hands. "You're welcome. Don't worry about the fee, it's pro bono." Eric, his family, Brian, his family and Christi's family left the courthouse together and went to lunch. Eric barely touched his burger and fries. Brian patted Eric's back. "Don't worry, big guy. Christi'll be okay." The group broke up and Eric headed for home, wanting to be by himself. The house was empty without Christi there. Eric grabbed a picture of them off the fireplace mantle from their day at his company's picnic. Engineers are never dull, he thought with a slight grin. The memory came back to him. A game of basketball and Christi driving down the court with the ball. Eric knew she was going to charge him and knock him on his ass. She held the ball up, like taking a shot, and fell into his arms. Eric's supervisor, Mitch, had taken the photo. Eric held Christi around her waist, his hands gripping her butt and face buried in her cleavage. She was off the ground in mid- jump, the ball flying out of her hands. He was naked to the waist and wore a pair of gym shorts. Christi had on his favorite outfit: light pink halter-top (no bra) and cutoffs with ragged hems. He brushed Christi's image with his lips. "I love you." He glanced at the bulge under his trousers. "And my dick loves you, too." Eric held onto the picture and made his way upstairs for a bath. The water sprayed out the spigot and filled the tub with steamy water. Eric poured in some of Christi's bubble bath and stripped down. His hard on sprang out and he debated on beating the meat but decided to wait until later. Eric climbed in and leaned against the back, trying to relax. He missed her so much. The five days were going to seem like forever. He finished soaking and dried off. He padded into the bedroom and crawled between the cool sheets. A half-formed idea drifted into his mind. BANG! BANG! BANG! Eric woke with a jolt. Somebody was at the door. He glanced at the bedside clock: 1.30 in the afternoon. The pounding resumed and Eric threw on some jeans and rushed downstairs. He opened the door and found Brian standing there. "What are you doing here?" Brian walked in. "I have got primo news! The school board gave us 'byes' for driver's ed! They called Dad and told him that 'those young men have been traumatized and emotionally scarred from this ordeal and will receive passing grades'. We are done! I'm headed up to the mall and am taking that exam tomorrow!" "Wait a sec. You're telling me the school board passed us for driver's ed and we can go take our tests tomorrow." "Got the papers right here." Brian held folded paper in his hands. He gave one to Eric. "I can't wait to start cruising. Got my eye on this HFC red head." "HFC?" "You know, Hot For Cock. That's the nickname for the Catholic school girls." "Okaaay. I got an idea floating around in my head and I was wondering if you'd help me out." Brian agreed. "Hear me out. I wanted to get Christi something special for her birthday. I decided on a tattoo and an earring...and an engagement ring." "Taking the plunge! Eric, you dog. Like the sign says, 'Everything You Want' is at the mall. Wanna go now? Dad's out in the car." "Let me grab a shirt. We're going just for the birthday stuff, right? Driving tests tomorrow?" Brian shook his head yes and waited. Eric ran upstairs and grabbed the closest thing he found - one of Christi's KISS shirts. The Pacific Coast mall was packed with cars. Brian's dad found a spot open near the entrance to Sears. Brian told his dad where Eric and he would be and they separated. Brian led Eric through the center of the building and down a corridor near the toilets. 'Skin Deep' flashed in green neon above the entrance and they went inside. An older woman stopped them and asked for ID. They showed her their permits. "This one's OK. You," she pointed at Brian, "can't get one without parental permission." "I don't want a tattoo. I'm here as moral support for this guy. He wants one for his fiancee." The woman grinned. "First one, huh?" Eric nodded. "Yep. Nervous as hell." She laughed and brought them to the counter. The walls were covered with tattoo art and Eric was awestruck. "You got quite a selection." "First timers want the extravagant. I tell 'em to get something simple. This shit don't wash off!" She opened a book with more drawings. "Fiancee, right? Get what you like, cause you hafta live with it." "I was thinking about putting it on my biceps. Is that a good spot?" The lady nodded. "Sure." She squeezed his upper arm. "You got definition. It might hurt some. Sole of the foot is best, nice thick skin. Chest is bad for a guy but OK for a gal. Remember, simple!" Brian and Eric searched for the right tattoo. Eric wanted it to be colorful and macho. Nothing caught his eye. Christi had a rose. What would go with a rose? Another rose? Nah. Her name in a heart? Overrated. He thought about what he liked: AC\DC, Christi, computers and small animals. A butterfly, maybe? Not on his arm. "Hey, can you tattoo somebody's butt?" "Why not?" The lady shrugged her shoulders. "It won't hurt when the needles put the ink in but you gotta sit down." "I found a nice small butterfly. I'd get teased at work if I put on my arm. I thought about my butt. Christi would be one of the few people to see it." Eric showed her the drawing of an orange butterfly with black spots on either wing. It was about two inches square in size. "Hey Charlie! Got a transfer for 783?" Charlie dug around in the filing cabinet. "Right here. C'mon over, big guy." Eric walked over to the dentist-style chair. "Where do you want it?" "On my left butt cheek." "Okay. Undo the pants and show me exactly." Eric did that and pulled his jeans over his left hip, patting the bare flesh. "Above where the pocket is on the outside. Got it. Hop up in the chair and get comfy." Eric got in the chair and lay on his right side facing Brian, who watched eagerly. "Can you get on your belly?" Eric flopped over and lowered his jeans. Charlie swabbed the area with alcohol and shaved off the tiny blonde hairs. He rubbed more alcohol on and changed into fresh gloves. The transform was placed and saturated with water so the outline was on Eric's cheek. Eric heard a whining sound and the paper disappeared. Charlie talked about what he was doing. "I'm gonna outline in black ink first. Just keep still and don't laugh." Brian watched as Charlie's electric needle poked in and out of Eric's skin. Eric felt tiny pricks pierce his ass. "How long should this take?" "Maybe forty minutes. An hour tops. Only gotta change needles twice. Nice choice, dude." The whining noise soothed Eric and he shut his eyes. Charlie worked; going faster when he realized Eric was asleep. The outline was done along with all the black highlights. Charlie changed the needles for pre-sterilized ones and put on another pair of clean gloves. The orange ink began to fill in the gaps in the wings. Charlie wiped the new ink, checking for uncolored areas. Perfect. He nudged Eric awake. "All done. I'm taping a gauze pad over it to prevent infection. If it looks weird, get to a doctor." "Can I see it?" Eric asked. Charlie gave him a hand up and stood him backwards to a full-length mirror. Eric took the hand mirror and looked in it over his shoulder. The butterfly was beautiful! "Cool. Thank you very much." Charlie taped on the bandage. Eric carefully brought up his pants, keeping one hand on the gauze. Eric went to the lady at the counter and paid in cash. Brian exclaimed, "That was too cool! I wish I could see the look on her face when she sees it." "She's going to have to find it first," Eric commented and Brian laughed. They found a little boutique that did free ear piercing with a purchase of studs. The girl at the counter asked if they needed any help. "I want to get my ear pierced." "Right one," Brian whispered. "Left means you're gay." "My right ear, please." Eric picked out a single silver stud from the display. The girl made him sit on a padded stool and he winced. The girl cleaned his lobe with alcohol, then used a felt-tipped pen to mark where the earring would go through. She held a gun up and slipped the lobe between the earring and the backing. "This will pinch and it's all done." The stud went through his flesh quickly and Eric didn't feel a thing. She wiped his ear again with alcohol. Eric paid out the $15 for the earring and some cleaning solution. He memorized the girl's instructions about the care of his new piercing. Brian and Eric were walking out the store when she called, "We do belly rings, too!" and winked. "I don't know how you stand it! Man, I'd be taking up that offer!" "Most women couldn't see past my handicap when I was paralyzed. Don't ask now. I swear I'll tell you soon." Brian just shook his head. The guys found Brian's dad sitting near the fountain. "Know a good place for an engagement ring?" Brian's dad, Roger, chuckled. "The jewelry store?" The trio went into the one by Sears and Eric checked over the selection of rings. Most were a set of three: the engagement ring and his and hers wedding bands. Christi would help decide on the wedding bands. The engagement ring was all Eric's choice. Christi liked things a little off center. Diamonds were on par for engagements but they had gotten so cliche. Brian yelled at Eric, "I think I found a good one!" Eric went over and looked through the case. In the center of the display was a lovely, teardrop shaped diamond with a single diamond chip on either side. The gems were set on a gold colored band. The clerk came over and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen find anything?" Eric pointed at the ring Brian found. "I'd like to see that one, please." The man unlocked the case and pulled it out. "It's a beautiful, pear-cut diamond at two carats." "What size is it? I need a 7." The man checked the tag and smiled. "Size 7 exactly." "I'll take it." Eric pulled his wallet out of his hip pocket. The clerk just stood there staring. "Ah, sir, this ring is priced at $2400. Are you sure you want it?" "I'm sure." Eric flashed his credit card. "Charge it." The clerk led him to the cash register. Eric prayed the card cleared, even though he knew he had enough credit. 'Approved' came up on the register's display and the clerk gingerly placed the ring in a velvet box. Eric signed the receipt and thanked the man. Roger said, "I can't believe you paid that much." "Christi's worth every penny." The men left the mall and the Ekhardts dropped Eric off at his house. He phoned his parents and told them the news about passing driver's education. His dad said Eric could use their car and that he would be by tomorrow a little before ten in the morning. Eric hung up and slowly ascended the ramp to his room. He placed the bagged ring in his sock drawer and got in bed. He thought about how Christi was fairing in jail. Was she okay? Did they feed her? Is she lonely for him? He decided to visit her after he (hopefully) got his license Saturday. End ------- {Poster's postscript: If you liked these stories, there's a third 'chapter' waiting, called "Learning to Fly" - it should be available near its 'sibling' stories. It's also considered good form to send a 'thank-you' email; though Dancer isn't online, you may send compliments to the address given on the "From:" line - I'll pass your kudos on to her.} Michael Jackson's first hit was with his brothers as The Jackson 5 in 1972 or 1973 (the correct year eludes me for the moment) with 'ABC'. Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page were both in The Yardbirds. Jimmy replaced Eric and renamed the band Led Zeppelin. The Northwest Territories was split in 1999, creating a third territory {Nunavut} for the Inuit people. If you thought Canada still had two territories, you're old enough, though not very up on current events... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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