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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.}
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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
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{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...
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