#damn izzy zip your pants you tease

[rocknrollflames]

Eat me like you're eating that spaghetti, guys.

Oops! Sorry! That was really, really dirty! Forgive me.

[semenguine]

hey fuck you gary this memory isn’t yours and u cannot have it

we’re all in the bathroom, climbing out of our elegant, layered outfits, unclasping necklaces, peeling off sheer tights, zipping down dresses, and slinking into sexy little costumes, one-piece, two-piece things. sheer bits and windows and lace. collars and fishnets, cute little pompommed heels. i take my blush and my makeup brush and fluff a pretty little drunk flush onto my face.

someone helps me with the laces of my corset. it somehow gives my teeny titties some cleavage. i slip into my other pair of heels, and put on my small fake angel’s wings and a snowy white velvet choker to go with my velvet heels. 

i look at sam and her beautiful violet lids and her high updo. her nails are stiletto and a sheer baby pink and bejewelled. she was the first to notice my nails, long and flashy brilliant gold. samantha is the kind of person who would have confused the hell out of younger me. she’d really get me spiralling into the do i want to be with her or be her? she touched my nails when she first saw them and went hmmmm. and then she winked at me and got me a drink ( margarita, virgin. )

anyway i go out and sit. there’s a lot to take in. i’m seeing sexy cops, sexy sailors, sexy werewolves, shirtless butches, toned abs, very tight-crotched pants. i make some sort of stupid lustful sound and melanie giggles at me. i clasp my hands and cross my legs and try to remain relatively virtuous. this gets a little more difficult when i look up and catch eden’s eye at some point. she’s shirtless and she’s actually gone and oiled herself up. her muscles are all shiny and just .. hot. she’s wearing very tight leather shorts. i can see her ass and the muscles in her legs and she’s packing something substantial. her devil horn headband somehow makes her hair look all windblown and sexy. i bite my lip. we check each other out for a bit, and then she turns back to her friends. 

this is a lot, i say. ain’t it just wonderful, sam says. i want those baby butches to come over here, izzy says. so look sexy, ladies. we all assume attractive and bored positions until they wander over. they flirt with us, albeit a little clumsily. we like the attention. then i see eden start to come over, and she’s puffing out her chest. uh oh, i mumble. 

hey, what’s the big idea? that’s my femme, you don’t see the ring on her finger? eden postures and preens. she’s probably been waiting a long time to do this. she’s kinda drunk. her voice has got a little swing to it. really.. i start. the baby butch talking to me looks intimidated even though eden is short and drunk and dressed like a male stripper. i don’t have to say anything more, because rue says, oh, ignore her, everyone’s a little hot under the collar for sierra and eden never shares. there are a few incited howls of agreement at this. it’s alright kid, she says, clapping her on the back a few times. 

damn right i never share, eden crows. that’s my femme. hey, terrance pipes up. look at sierra’s claws. eden doesn’t take it up the ass anymore! they erupt with noise and applause and laughter. eden yells SHUT UP MOTHERFUCKERS and stands there looking like she would like to fight but can’t properly pick out who she should be fighting. hey! she says, squaring in on jess, who is the cutest drunk i’ve ever seen in my life. you! motherfucker! 

oh my god, lauren says. we watch. eden playfully wrestles jess. her muscles ripple as they tussle. honk honk, bastard, jess says. she squeezes eden’s nipple. WH, eden’s eyes widen a comical amount, her hands fly up to cover her pects. that hurt! she squeals. jess mimics her squeal. eden tackles her. it’s more of a hug. hi buddy! slurs jess. 

there’s enough alcohol in all of ‘em combined to start a whole new bar, samantha jokes. i am going to say something, then, you look hot, sierra, bessie says. hey baby. she kisses sam, who looks pleased. the kiss turns kind of handsy, i look away and stare at eden intensely hoping she might turn around and give me a handsy kiss too. i’m beyond bothered, i’m making a big dumb mess of myself and the poor chair. people start to settle down. the baby butch has long since realized it was all a performative big deal and is looking at me. i smile at her, turn my head. stare at eden some more. she and jess are just hugging it out, i look away and rub my thighs together. you could tell me i was sitting in a puddle and i’d believe you.

i sigh and put my head down sleepily. i kind of drift off. i start having a truly filthy wet dream. hey, wake up, rue pats me on the back. i startle. what time is it? there’s fear in my voice. it’s only been about 5 minutes, rue says. oh, i am relieved. rue sizes me up. you look like you need some attention, she says. i feel my face grow warm. oh, eden wouldn’t, i start. eden, rue calls. mind if i take care of your girl for you? 

wh, yeah, i mind, eden blurts out. sorry, sweetheart, rue pats my head. i put my head back down, disappointed. i think eden stares at me. mm, i guess. i change my mind. alright, eden says, thoughtfully. i look up a little. she’s looking at me. i wanna watch. whaaat? pussy, jess says. eden punches her in the arm. you sure? says rue. yeah i’m sure, eden says. wait, bessie says. wait.. wait! can i..? she looks at sam. sam shrugs. if eden sierra and rue say it’s fine, i don’t see why not. bessie looks at eden, who says, yeah, okay, and rue says ask sierra, and i nod, kind of embarrassed but also very excited. rue, bessie, jess, alex, max, jackie, and the baby butch that liked me so much, her name is sarah, eden says they can have their way with me so long as she is the last one to make me cum. 

i feel a little self-conscious because people are quietish as they listen to us work out the details and i’m also not sure if they’re going to fuck me in front of everyone or where exactly we’ll go to do this. my god i’d die to be you right now, melanie whispers in my ear. i can’t even believe this is happening. rue scoops me up in her arms. i glance back at the chair. there is a visible moist patch on it. it’s made out of a plasticky like thing anyway. so i figure it will dry. 

you sure about this? rue asks. i nod. you nervous? a little bit, i confess. she carries me into the bathroom. don’t be, she strokes the nape of my neck. we’ll take good care of you. won’t we? she raises her voice. there are murmurs of assent. i am ripe with anticipation. alright, rue says. one rule. think with your brains, not with your cocks. this includes listening to the lady and being respectful and mindful of each other. 

i don’t have a brain, max jokes. leave then, says rue flatly. anything to add, eden? eden is silent for a moment, thinking. all her sweet spots are on top and at the back, she says. she hasn’t got any on the sides. i don’t know if i will ever stop flushing. it’s all about that curve, then, jess says. that stroke, sarah jokes shyly. jess whoops loudly to encourage her. that STROKE! 

you think you’ll need lube, sweetheart? rue asks me nicely. she strokes my hand. no, i say honestly. she chuckles. alright, she says. she removes my wings and then starts to undo the laces of my corset. her hands are warm and soft and strong and tender against me all at once. i shiver with want. rue is decidedly our alpha butch. first of all, she started the whole gala. she blossomed in the early 80s, managed to hit the butch/femme scene at 14 or 15 or something like that even though we’d since been driven underground, got taught by butches from the 60s. she’s 46. and MILFy. and her commanding energy is effervescent. and she is undressing me.

everything is placed deliberately and carefully to the side. she puts a hand on my hip and tugs down my fishnets. she’s careful not to rip them. and then she peels my white thong off me and tugs it down. i can feel the cool wetness on my legs. my fishnets and thong stay bunched around my ankles. i am naked. 

she beckons the others closer, they cluster around me, i kneel. they look at me with desire. eden watches. rue zips down her pants and the others follow suit. sarah looks nervous, i smile at her. the air is kind of cool, it teases me. i press my legs together and then spread them a little so somebody can take me from behind. you ready? rue asks. i nod. 

this is the moment of the photograph: rue roughly grabbing a fistful of my hair and beginning to sharply pull my head down towards her cock, me with my panties down round my ankles, eyes half closed, mouth open, my limbs pulled defensively inwards, bessie, jackie, and sarah looking at me with hungry predatory animal eyes, jess, alex, and max roughly fighting for who gets to own me, eden’s uncaring reflection in the mirror. 

but this is the moment: rue gently takes a fistful of my hair and guides my head down to where we both want it to be. i am chronically unable to suck dick with my mouth open so i’m already closing my eyes. i’m kinda cold, it’s a little chilly in the bathroom and we haven’t really got going yet so i pull myself inwards trying to keep warm. my friends are drunk and horny and excited. before any of them penetrate me they say is this okay? jess asks me if i’d like some water. you’re sure this is fine, you’re sure? alex frets and fusses. max tells me i’m pretty, and eden makes a sort of YOLO face moments before sitting down and slipping a hand into her pants. 

male violence my ass. they are so careful with me. i tell them they can be rougher and they ask me if i’m sure a billion times. they are adorably tender with sarah, who is very shy, and a bit clumsy about the whole thing. and when i suck her off, i admittedly give her a little special treatment just because i want this to be memorable for her. 

i’m leaking fluids down the inside of my left thigh and they wind up pooling beneath my left knee. at some point it all becomes an indistinguishable erotic circle of dicks. i hardly recognize whose is whose. i suck if it if it gets put in front of my face, and i don’t bother trying to recognize by the feel of the hand on my hip who’s behind me anymore. i actually don’t recognize my own moaning as mine for a little bit.  

i am in heaven. but when my voice starts to rise in ecstasy, they all step back. i am cut short, i shuffle my legs, frustrated. then a familiar sensation, eden’s hands, steady and sure on both of my hips. hi angel, she whispers in my ear. her breath is very warm, i shudder and mewl and press into her. she pushes into me and i moan. yes, i gasp. yeah? she rubs and grips my ass slowly and tenderly, it feels so intimate. it both embarrasses and arouses me that the others are watching.

please eden please, i say, legs trembling. eden, eden. she thrusts once, deep and slow. is this what you want? she asks. i gush a little. adjust my legs, trying to feel it deeper. faster, i gasp. please. oh lord, jackie says breathlessly. oh hey, what’s this? eden brushes a finger over my swollen clit. hahhh, i jerk sharply. eden! she plays with my clit absently, i am so slick and wet she’s slipping and sliding. pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i whimper. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease and then eden starts thrusting, rubbing my clit with a passion. 

my voice rises, my legs shake violently, it’s like i’m singing. everything kinda buzzes and shakes. all across my vision field are splashes of bright, vivid colour. i crumple, someone catches me and holds me, someone’s stroking my hair, eden pulls out and someone starts fingering me slowly, easing me down from my climax. i’ve never orgasmed quite like that before. hey, rue kneels and rubs my shoulder. i make a weird noise. a sort of nyghah, she smiles at me. thank you, she says. oh man, yeah, thank you sierra, jess says, she’s the one holding me. thank you, sierra, whispers sarah, she’s the one who caught me. bessie rubs my thigh appreciatively, thanks sierra, she’s got her hand between my legs. 

they all thank me. and even though i really cannot speak english at that point, i smile with an abstracted pleasure and i giggle. my vision still explodes with bright, beautiful colour for all the things i am feeling. bessie retracts her fingers after a few more moments. not worth it putting this back on, says rue, she takes my thong and puts it in my hand. i close my hand around it. alex helps rue pull my fishnets back up, max retrieves my corset and wings. rue laces my corset back up. jackie and eden are busy quietly tucking themselves back into their pants. 

i’m still dribbling down my thighs. i cling to rue who’s lifted me up again. we all leave the bathroom. they’ve all got a little swagger in their step. eden wipes spit off my chin. rue puts me down in the chair i was sitting in before. they get a million questions, i get a million questions. but i can’t speak english so i just smile and giggle dumbly. 

hm, samantha says in the same tone of voice that one would say tragic. they went and banged her brains out. i do regain my ability to talk after a bit of time, all i disclose is, it was magical, and i open my hand, still tightly closed before that, and show them my cumstained thong. melanie gasps, they lean in to see. meanwhile i can see max pantomiming some of the dirty details. rue sits looking pleased. jess is on eden’s lap and they are cuddling again. 

the rest of the night is incredible. everything seems a little more golden, a little more wonderful when cast in the afterglow of the gangbang. i float home, an uneven, side to side, wobbly float. but it is something amazing and it’s mine. i get right in bed soon as i get home. eden strips and helps me out of my corset with some drunken effort and kisses me. you’re a dream shaped like a, like a star, she tells me drunkenly, before she goes to sleep. it is nonsensical but kind of sweet. 

[troubledthoughtsfromahappywriter]

Chapter 1:Teen Spirit

A bright yellow school bus pulled into the high school campus, its doors folding open with a soft hiss. A few teens hopped out and began to talk amongst themselves, discussing homework and plans for the weekend. The last of the riders was an odd-looking boy who got off by himself. Instead of heading inside with the rest of the crowd, he slipped behind the building and leaned against the wall. Out of sight, he reached into his pockets to pull out a cigarette and lighter. It was a typical morning for him. After a smoke, the boy headed straight to the cafeteria, where he found his usual table. He took his headphones out of his bag, starting his favorite playlist as he put them on. The odd boy lay his head down and became absorbed in his music, ignoring the usual hustle and bustle of high school life. With the music blaring, he didn’t notice a lighter-skinned boy coming to stand across from him at the table. The newcomer was also wearing headphones, and carried a skateboard under his arm.

"Hey, Casey,” the new boy greeted him as he lifted his backpack onto the table. “Jesus Christ, did you hear the thunder last night? It was fucking loud!" He took off his headphones and sat down across from his friend, waiting for an answer. After a minute with no response, he impatiently slapped the other boy’s arm. "Yo, wake up. I'm talking here." The odd boy, Casey, looked up at him and smirked.

"Since when does your black ass get annoyed by loud noises, Tazz? I hear you over there listening to that shit full blast." Tazz rolled his eyes.

"Please, Casey, spare me.” He snorts and adds, “I'm fucking hungry."

"Did you see Liz yet?" Casey asks, clearly not interested in food at the moment. Tazz spins the wheel on his skateboard, frowning.

"No, but you need to stop stressing about her. If she doesn't want to see you, she doesn't have to." Casey put his head back down.

"She’s got something to tell me,” he said quietly. “Could be good, could be bad. You never know with her." They sat in silence until a third boy came to join them. He was pale and muscular, with a broad smile.

"Hey, Casey. Tazz."  He and Casey showed off their personal handshake.

"How's your mom?" Casey asked, now giving his full attention to the table. The third of the group, Donnie, answered him.

"She's doing fine. They're gonna keep her in the hospital a bit longer to make sure she's good to come home."

“That’s good,” Casey murmured, unsure of what to say next. Tazz decided to speak up for him.

"Thank God you got her there when you did. I know how much she means to you." Casey nodded in agreement.

"Thanks guys." He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bagel wrapped in foil.

"Got enough food for us too, Donnie?" Casey teased him.

"Fuck you." Donnie laughed as Tazz stood up.

"The cafe line is getting short. Let's go, Casey." Tazz and Casey left the table to get in line together. Donnie took a bite of his bagel as he took his phone out of his pocket.

---

"Are you sure we have time?" A girl’s voice asked softly amidst a make-out session.

"I'm sure of it. School doesn't start ‘til 9 and it’s only- "8:20." He brushed the girl's hair out of her face to look into her eyes. "You’re so beautiful Izzy." He moved his hand onto her lap.

"I don't feel beautiful." She muttered, looking away from him and out the window. He kissed her hand.

"Why not, baby?" He asked as he was moving his chair back. Izzy tied her hair into a bun.

"Because- he pauses, "Ethan." She moves her hands towards his crotch. "I get that you're busy working to take me out, but you rarely buy me anything without me asking." She starts unzipping his pants.

"I know, baby. Our one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of months. How about we go get a tattoo?" He proposed, hoping to please her. Izzy was not placated.

"Ethan, this is exactly what I'm talking about." She stops and sits in her seat. "You only want to get me one because I keep asking for one." She was upset and Ethan knew it. He zipped up his pants and started the car. After a few long minutes of silent driving, Ethan pulled into a Brunch N’ Munch.

"Two breakfast burritos, an orange juice and a mint frappe, extra whipped cream please." Ethan ordered the food as Izzy laced her fingers with his.

"I do love you, Ethan. Sometimes I just want you to spring something special on me. Instead of you going out with friends, you can take me somewhere nice." She kissed him and he kissed her back.

"$15.38." The cashier said as he handed them their food. Ethan dug into his pockets for the cash.

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Donnie raised his hand. The teacher, Mr. White, saw him, but continued to lecture as though he hadn’t. Exasperated, he began to wave his hand back and forth until he was finally recognized.

"Yes, Donnie?" Mr. White called on him, annoyed.

"Can I use the restroom?" The teacher rubbed a hand across his face. He was used to Donnie asking only arbitrary questions.

"Fine. Make it quick." Donnie got up and quickly left the room. Another boy caught up with him in the hall. Donnie knew the boy’s name, Joey, but hardly spoke with him. Word gets around in high school, however, and Donnie was always being picked out by people who hardly knew him, just so they could give him unwanted condolences.

"Donnie man!" Joey called, following him into the restroom. Donnie ignored him until they were at the urinals, when he spoke again. "I heard about your mom, man. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I've been getting that all day." Joey zipped up his pants and walked over to the sink.

"I hope she gets better." He washed his hands and left. Donnie felt a buzz in his pocket.

---

"Why do you have to leave, Donnie?" The school office worker asked, hesitant to let him go.

"My mom is in the hospital, and my-" Donnie hesitated, conflicted with his thoughts. The incessant clicking of the office keyboards was starting to get on his nerves. "You know what, never mind. I'll just be on to class." The woman gave him an odd look, but dismissed him with a nod. Donnie left quickly.

---

"Donnie, where are you going?" Casey called out, chasing after him as he was leaving school. He had been waiting for Donnie’s last class to be over. "We were supposed to go see a movie. We've been planning this for a while." Casey grabbed Donnie's arm but he pulled away.

"I can't make it. My sister-" Donnie shook his head and kept walking, not finishing his thoughts aloud. Casey watched him go, baffled by his friend’s sudden departure. He met up with their group of friends a while later in the school yard.

"Is he coming?" His friend Ethan asked. He was holding a pretty girl in front of him, rubbing her sides as she swayed in his arms. Casey pulled some cigarettes out of his pocket before answering.

"Something came up." He offered the pack to Ethan’s girlfriend, Izzy, the only other person who smoked in the group.

"Thanks." She put a cigarette in her mouth and Casey slipped the pack away.

"He didn't really say what, but-"

"It's fine man. Shit happens,” Ethan interrupts. Casey took a drag, glancing once more in the direction where Donnie disappeared.

---

"Mom, I'm home!" Casey called into the house, dropping his keys on the table. No one answered him.

"Hello, somebody?" More silence as he wandered into the living room. He noticed the bathroom door open and the fluorescent light on.

"They’re not here," a voice finally answered him from inside. A girl came out into the living room, wearing nothing but a robe and panties.

"Where did they go?" Casey asked, walking past her to the fridge to get a pitcher of ice.

"My dad had to go into work,” she explained. The girl started to head up the stairs. "I'll be in my room."

"Put some clothes on!" Casey called up after her.

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Donnie sat in the hospital cafeteria by himself, his phone pressed firmly to his ear.

"Why aren't you here?" He asked concernedly into the receiver.

"I had to work all damn day, Donnie. I can't make it into Buffalo the day after a big case," a soft but exasperated voice replied to him.

"Lauren, please. Mom could be dying, and I feel like I’m losing Dad because of it." The line went silent for what felt like an eternity.

"I'll see what I can do. I have to go, I’m in a meeting." She hung up before Donnie could respond, leaving him to his despairing thoughts. He put his head in his hands, dreading to hear more bad news about his mother.

---

"Why'd you leave us yesterday, man?" Tazz asked Donnie as he reached over to take his biscuit. They were in the school cafeteria at their usual table together. Donnie had been secretly avoiding his friends until lunchtime, when he decided they would start asking questions if he didn’t show.

Donnie watched his biscuit as it was whisked away and disappeared in Tazz’s mouth. "Oh, I- wanted to see how my mom was doing." He looked to Casey for affirmation, but the other boy gave him a skeptical look.

"Why'd you mention your sister? Is she coming to town to visit?" Tazz asked, sounding hopeful.  Donnie punched his arm, playfully appalled by his friend’s interest in his sister.

"No, she just started some huge case. She doesn't have a free day." He ate a spoonful of vegetables and stood up suddenly, the sound of his chair squealing away getting the attention of his friends. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I’m not really feeling well today." Ethan glanced at the clock.

"It's a fucking Friday afternoon. You can't stay for one more hour?" Donnie shook his head.

"Not feeling well,” he repeated absentmindedly. Ethan gave him an odd look.

"Yeah, you said that. Feel better, man." The boys at the table looked on in silence as Donnie left the cafeteria.

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"Baby," Izzy crooned, coming up behind Ethan at his locker.

"Yes, sugar?" Ethan queried, rummaging through his locker for his bag and a science book.

"Can you take me to the store before work? I need to pick up a new candle for my collection." He turned around and kissed her forehead.

"I would, but I have to leave right now or I'll be late. I'll take you tomorrow, okay lovebug?" Izzy’s playful tone evaporated.

"Oh. Alright." She frowned.

"Are you okay, Iz?" Izzy just shook her head and walked away as Tazz approached.

"What’s her problem?" Tazz asked, nodding in Izzy’s direction. He leaned up against the locker next to Ethan's and popped open a bag of chips.

"I don't know. Yesterday she was talking about not feeling beautiful, and about me not buying her any gifts. Today she wanted me to take her to get a candle." Ethan slammed his locker shut. "I gotta go man, can you do me a favor?" Tazz hums in compliance as he drops a chip in his mouth. "Can you talk to her and see what’s up?" He crunches loudly.

“Sure,” Tazz mumbles, trying not to spit crumbs everywhere.  The two fist bump and go their separate ways.

The night sky was especially dark. Tazz had shut off his car motor outside of Izzy’s house, wondering how he was going to ask her a simple question for the sake of his friend. Ethan was stocking shelves at his job, eyeing the couples that wandered in and out of the store. He caught himself scowling at an especially affectionate pair, passing loving glances and generally appearing to be a perfect match. Casey sat outside his home, with a lighter in one hand and a pact bong in the other. His troubled thoughts continued to ravage his mind. On the other side of the wall, his step-sister was touching herself to a picture. Izzy was staring intently at herself in the mirror, admiring how she looked with all of her hair held back to one side. She was desperate for a change. Donnie finally stepped onto his porch after a long day. The smell of weed and vomit assaulted his nostrils as soon as he opened the door. His father was on the couch, a drunken mess and lost without his wife.