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I stand at the open front doors of my local high school in my Sunday best spinning the ring of keys that I’d gotten from the caretaker around my index finger. Beyond the doors a steady rain fell in the dying light of the day. Scanning the street beyond the flagpole there are no signs of life in any direction. Breton Falls was quiet at the best of times nowadays but tonight, with the drizzle, even the Whip-poor-wills had gone silent. Turning around I look to the big clock on the wall beside the main school office. Only ten minutes until the reunion was scheduled to start…and I was the only one here. Thus far, beyond the caretaker himself who had only been here to open up for me and leave me the keys, there had only been a smattering of graying parents that had stopped by, either out of curiosity or to apologize for their son or daughter’s absence tonight, though none of them stayed long as they realized just what a colossal flop this whole thing was going to be.

“Bad weather.” I whisper to myself, though I knew deep down that the precipitation wasn’t to blame. “There’s still time.”

Walking back down the short hallway toward the gymnasium I pass by the framed photos of the successive graduating years of Breton Falls High. With each step I travel further back in time and watch the class sizes grow and grow until I hit the late 90’s where the graduating cohort numbered in the hundreds all the way back to the school’s founding in the mid 50’s. I pause and look back over the steadily winnowing groups until my eyes stop on last year’s class, barely a half a dozen strong. My gaze drifts back again to the Class of 2015. Returning to that year I stare up at the photo. There in the back row, right in the middle as I was tallest, was my smiling 18 year-old self. 31 of us all-in-all, each in our regal robes and caps, each with their eyes shining with dreams.

Ten years on and those dreams had taken 30 of those fresh young faces out of this dying town and most out of the state altogether. I was the last one standing. The one and only representative of the class of 15 still trying to make a go of it here where I got my start. Why I’d stayed behind I couldn’t quite say. It wasn’t for career as I made my ‘living’ pumping gas and running the till at the town’s last remaining gas station. It wasn’t for love as the last real date I’d had was at the very prom I was commemorating. Even my parents were starting to wonder why I was still trying to lay down roots in the played soil of this future ghost town. Perhaps it was some kind of community pride or perhaps it was fear of the unknown, either way here I was and here they weren’t.

In the meagerly populated trophy case below the photos I look at my reflection in the glass. Tall, lanky, brown hair, brown eyes, in a suit one size too big in width and one size too small in length I look, I barely looked any different than I did in that picture. Except for the ten extra years of wear and tear I could have stepped straight back to that day and barely looked out of place. I wondered what the others would look like. Probably a bit more butt for the ladies and a bit less hair for the guys if I had to guess, but I could only wait and see.

My eyes rise again and pan across the familiar faces. My old best friend Grant Fitch, my prom date Alina Mercer, my nemesis Billy Tully, and the list went on. Each face came with a name and a host of memories. Eight of them had bothered to get back to my invitations saying they couldn’t make it and about that many had replied with some version of ‘we’ll see’. The remaining hadn’t responded at all. Though the time was almost here I still had faith that at least a few of them would show. Surely they must be wondering how their old hometown was doing, surely some of them would come back just to visit their parents or family, surely I wasn’t the only one who had fond memories of those formative years.

It seemed like yesterday and yet in another world altogether. Back then I felt like I belonged. Now I felt more alone with each passing year. Back then we were a group, a cohort, comrades bonded by age and location and experience. Well…most of us anyway. My sight then settles on the one face that wasn’t smiling. Teagan Rowe. The outsider. The outcast. The trouble-maker. The slut. The futa.

I stare at the scowl and blazing hazel eyes of the petite ginger seated in the front row. The girls to her right and left sat a few inches apart from her to highlight even more than her expression that Teagan was apart from the rest of us. My last name of Rouke being just before hers alphabetically I remember standing just in front of her as we filed up on stage to receive our diploma’s. I recall how I had tried to put her past and her reputation behind us as I tried to make conversation. By then it was far too late to build bridges. Not only did I get dirty looks from my classmates but my olive branch had been rebuffed by her terse silence. After graduation Teagan was the very first to flee this town. She had gotten out of here as fast as her feet could carry her, and after what she’d been through I couldn’t blame her. Of all the faces on this photo I knew for certain hers was the last I would see walk through those doors this night.

Slowly I shake my head. Had I known then what I knew now. The slut? Hardly. She’d gotten that reputation early on after moving into the town when a video surfaced online that had been posted by an old boyfriend. In that case she was the victim and that label only made it more so. The trouble-maker? It was trouble that had found her in the form of our once beloved coach who had turned out to be a sex-pest behind closed doors. It was Teagan who had stood up first to say something and it was her to bear the brunt of the community backlash when he was put on suspension for what the townsfolk all called ‘ridiculous accusations’. A big, outwardly kindly man, Coach had been an institution around here…until the truth was revealed. It was only a couple years after graduation that other stories began to surface and become corroborated. In the end Teagan was vindicated, though it came far too late. The futa? That one was true, as the entire school knew thanks to that video. As far I know she was the only one in the school during those years. The only confirmed futa I had ever met. And I BLEW that precious chance at the perfect woman because I hadn’t been brave enough to step out from among the crowd and ignore her scandals.

For most in this school that video of Teagan had been either shocking or laughter-inducing. For me it had been an awakening. When I saw that video, barely forty seconds long, it was as if my entire sexuality clicked into place, permanently. Her body simply looked…right. In an instant I knew that THAT was what a real woman ought to look like. It wasn’t by accident, or the lack of option in this town, or due to my naturally humble nature that I was still a virgin. It was also down to a lack of interest. ‘Normal’ women looked just fine, but they simply didn’t do it for me. Dudes doubly so. It wasn’t just the femininity, it wasn’t just the penis, it was the combination that set my soul on fire. And it all started with that video.

With a sad shake of my head I think about what might have been. Teagan had been ostracized for being different and shunned for being brave. Though I held a special place in my heart for this little town, it could be cruel sometimes to those who dared to stand out or stand up.

I wander into the gymnasium and look around at my work. The lights were dimmed. There were streamers and balloons just like the ones from graduation. Over the speakers played the hits of that year low enough to be background noise. A table of snacks and drinks ran along the far wall and near the front sat a group of tables and chairs where there was supposed to be talking and laughing people by now. Walking out to the center of the gym I stop and look around, remembering. Ten years ago I thought this would just be the beginning. It turned out to be the end. I look the clock just above the fading school mascot emblazoned on the wall. 7 pm. The reunion had officially begun.

I let out a bitter laugh, a laugh at myself, as all hope finally fades. Grabbing myself a cola I go and sit at the head of the center table, the place I had reserved for myself as the organizer of this event. Around me are nothing but empty chairs and ghosts from a reality that doesn’t exist anymore. One that never did.

“What the hell am I even doing here?” I whisper.

Just then…the roar of a powerful and unfamiliar V8 engine rumbles in through the open doors, an engined tuned for speed and performance not torque like most of the trucks driven around here. Next comes of the sound of tires biting into wet pavement as somebody screeches to a stop directly in front of the school. The engine dies. The slam of a door. And then…clack, clack, clack, clack, clack…the sound of heels on polished linoleum approaching the gym door. Someone had showed up! I sit up staring at the door and wonder who it would be. Based on the sound of the footfalls I knew the person was wearing women’s heels. Kiera Caldwell, maybe. She had only moved one town over and I still saw her regularly as she filled up her tank when her and her husband and kids returned to visit family. That idea is quickly dashed as I realized her old minivan didn’t sound anything like THAT. I sit tall, excitement building. While this would not be the event I was hoping it would be, knowing that there was at least one other person who still held this school and our class in their heart gave me a lift.

As the footsteps near the doors I stand just in time to watch the lone woman step through. The moment I see the shock of curly, shoulder-length red hair and those fierce, fiery hazel eyes I fall back onto my chair again.

With Blank Space playing in the background Teagan Rowe strides into the gym with her head held high. In black heels, an impeccable black and gray designer blazer with matching high-waisted slacks, and a navy blue silk blouse looked ready to conquer Wall Street, not attend a reunion on Oak Street. In her right hand she spun a set of keys around her index finger, the unmistakable Jaguar logo on the fob. Except for her hair, eyes and stature, along with the antique locket she still wore around her elegant neck, I wouldn’t have recognized her. She was a woman transformed. Once the quiet outcast she now FILLED the old gym with her Valkyrie presence! She had come armed for social combat. Unfortunately what she found wasn’t a battlefield, but a crumbling memorial to a war forgotten by all but two old veterans.

Her shoulders slowly sag as her gaze scans across the empty chair and curling paper decorations on the walls. Bowing her head as if in defeatt she whispers just loud enough for me to hear. “Of course.”

Teagan takes a deep breath, gathers herself, then slowly looks up at me. As her eyes lock on I see some of that fierceness return once more. Shoulders set once more she turns to face me directly. She had come to make a statement and she was going to do it.

Hurrying to stand again I say. “Teagan! Uh…hey! Welcome back to…”

“So it’s just me and the coward, huh?” She cuts me off as she strides forward, her words precise as if she were reading from a script. “Evan Rourke. The quiet one. The boy how didn’t want to stand out from the crowd. The one who hid in plain sight.” Her eyes narrow. “The one who watched me when he didn’t think I’d notice. The guy that never had the balls to stand up for anything, or anyone.” The blunt accuracy of her words leaves me dazed and the bitter edge on that last one cuts me to the bone. Her blazing eyes flit up and down to take in my thrift store suit and fifteen dollar haircut. “And what have you made of yourself, coward? I saw you were the one to put this sad little shindig together.” Her gaze drilling into me she stops at the edge of the table directly across from mine. “You still living here in the past or did you actually grow a pair and go out and make something of yourself?” She laughs. “As if I have to ask. Let me guess, you’re stocking shelves down at Barney’s.”

I squirm and clear my throat. “Pumping gas at the station actually.”

“Close enough.” She sneers. “The last loser left from a class of losers.”

“Um…yeah. Guess so.” I mutter as I fidget at the hem of my suit jacket. Despite being over a foot taller than her I suddenly felt very, very small.

Her sharp, beautiful features flinch at my lack of a defense. She had come to take names and kick ass and it was clear she was getting no satisfaction out of this bullying. She suddenly bristles, opens her mouth to say something…then lets out a long sigh. Pulling out a chair she flops down into it. “What’s the point? What a disaster. Of course this is what happens. Of course it is.” She slams her keys onto the table and covers her face. “What a fool. They always win. Every time.”

Standing across from her I watch the performative bluster deflate down into this tiny, fragile woman and the quiet girl I used to pine after all those years ago materializes in front of me. She sits in her misery, seemingly oblivious that I was still here. The music echoes through the empty gym as each of us grapple with our thoughts.

I wet my lips and say. “You’re right. You’re right about me.”

Teagan rubs her eyes then looks up at me. “No. I’m sorry, Evan. You didn’t deserve that.” She lets out a laugh, humorless and self-deprecating. “You were one of the only ones that was nice to me.” She looks around. “I can’t believe nobody showed up. I’ve been carrying those miserable years around with me like an anchor on a chain…and they just flew free. They never looked back.”

“Why would they?” I say softly. “There’s nothing left here to see.” I straighten my tie. “Hey, you want a drink or something? We’ve got cola, root beer, you name it.”

She looks at me for a long moment then laughs again, this one real. “I could use a drink alright. But root beer’s not going to do it. Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

“Uh…” I look around, as if there was somebody else she could have possibly been talking to. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” She says with the first genuine smile I’d ever seen on her. “I saw driving through that The Switchyard is still open. Nothing much else, but at least there’s a place where a guy can buy a gal a drink still.”

“Buy a girl…?” My heart quickens at the suggestion. “But…what if…?”

“Anybody shows up?” She stands, scooping up her keys. “Seriously?” With an almost playful smirk she looks around at the empty chairs then quips. “Or are you still worried about what THEY think? What do you say, Evan? Think you can survive being seen with the local leper?”

Shaking my head I laugh, at myself. Nobody else was coming and the girl at the center of my deepest regrets and wildest dreams had just invited me out for drinks. What the hell was I waiting for!? “I’d love to buy you a drink, Teagan.”

“Come on. I’ll drive.” She spins on her heels and marches toward the door.

“But…” I had to shut off the music, I had to put away the chairs and tables, I had to clean up and turn out the lights. As she disappears back out the gym doors I realize that I had to catch up!

Leaving the music to play in the abandoned gymnasium I hurry to her. At the front doors I use the keys I’d gotten from the caretaker to lock the school up as Teagan waits under the sheltered area just beyond the door, staring out at the rain. Pulling my jacket out I stand close to her, shielding her from the rain as we hurried to her car. She smiles up at me, both amused and grateful for my old-fashioned chivalry.

As I slide into the luxury sports car I run my fingers along the leather upholstery. “Niiiice!”

“Isn’t it?” She smiles as she gets the engine purring again. “I’ve come to enjoy the finer things.” Running a finger down my arm she says. “But a little rough once in awhile makes the smooth feel that much nicer, and vice versa.”

“Uhhhh…”

She throws her head back and laughs. In just the past few minutes I’d seen more smiles and heard more laughter from her than I had all through our school years. “You are adorable.” She puts it into gear and takes off through the rainy streets. “So? Spill.”

“Spill?”

“What was it with you?” She asks. “I saw you watching me. Holding the ball over your crotch in gym class to hide your boner as you watched me. Lurking across the fountain after Math hoping to catch me bend over for a drink. And Biology class! Ha ha ha! You were shameless. You’d be back there staring at my ass the whole time.” She leans over and whispers. “I could see you through the glass in the display cabinet.”

A blush warms my cheeks as I remember how Mr. Phillips kept a display of fossils and pinned butterflies at the front of his class. She had seen me looking! “Uh, well, I wasn’t staring as much as, um…”

With another laugh, a sound I was quickly growing fond of, she slaps my arm. “Just admit it. You were checking me out.”

“Oh God! You must have thought I was a creepy stalker.”

“Weren’t you?”

“Hey, now!” I shrink in my seat. “I’m not creepy.”

“Just a stalker.” She winks. “Take it easy. I liked it. It was nice not being looked at like I was a freak by one person at least. But why? You a futasexual or something? You’re totally FS arent’ ya? I know that look.”

“I…I mean…” I shake my head. “Geez! I think I liked you better when you were quiet.”

“Liar.”

I laugh. “Fine! Yes. I’m…futa-curious.”

“Atta boy.” She winks. “Once you go FS, you’ll never settle for less.”

“Ha ha ha! What!?”

Her eyes twinkling at my laughter she asks. “You ever actually been with one of us?”

“What is this, an interrogation?”

“I thought it was a reunion.” She quips. “Come on, fess up. If you want a shot with me I want to hear the whole truth.”

“A…shot?”

“Yeah, a shot.” With a crooked grin she peers over at me. “As in one-night stand. Truth is, I didn’t realize the motel had gone down and I’ve got nowhere to lay my head tonight. Figured your place is as good as any.”

“Pbbst!” I sputter.

“Ahhh! That blush is too cute!” She squeals. “Come on, Evan. Relax. I’m messing with you. There’s a motel back on the freeway. I’m not THAT easy.” Under her breath she adds. “Though there have been exceptions.” Pulling into the lot of the only bar in town she parks. Turning off the engine she turns fully to face me, her face half lit by the neon lights of the bar sign and the other half in shadow. “Now dish. You ever been with one of us or what?”

My cheeks warming I say. “No. Never been with anybody, actually. If you must know.”

“Ohhhh! You’re a…?”

“Virgin! Okay! You don’t need to make a big deal about it.”

“Easy, cutie.” She says softly. Did she just call me cutie!? “I wasn’t teasing. Just surprised is all. Cute guy like you. Tall, dark and adorable. I made assumptions.” She smirks. “Plus you went to prom with Alina Mercer. I just assumed she was completing her class checklist before clocking out. She had every other dick in the class, figured yours finished the set.”

“Oh my God!” I chortle. “You are terrible! She did not sleep every guy in our class.”

“Every guy but one it seems. Plus one gal.” She winks. “I said every dick, not every guy.”

“You!?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” She says. “Not my proudest lay.”

“You know…now that I think about it…she did try REALLY hard to go all the way with me that night.”

“Ha! Like I said. She was going for the full set. A true slut, gotta respect it in a way.”

“Were you always like this behind that quiet act?”

Her smile fades. “No. No I wasn’t, Evan. Back then I was…scared. Lonely. Hurt. But too stubborn to show it. I refused to let this little shit town break me.” With a sigh she says. “It broke me anyway. Come on. I need that drink.”

Again I shield Teagan between the door of her car and the door of the bar. Once was step through she takes my arm and leans her head into the side of my shoulder. She gazes up at me with defiance in her eyes, as if communicating a silent dare. It takes me a second to realize she was challenging me to walk with her, be seen with her, in a way that left no secret to our intentions. I had lived with regrets over Teagan for far too long to let reputation stop me now. Besides…what reputation did I have that was worth preserving? I lift my chin and proudly walk through the inner doors and into the bar proper with Teagan on my arm.

“Hey, Evan!” Says the waitress, who happened to be another graduate of Breton Falls High just a couple years previous to us. “Whose your…?” Her voice catches as a flash of recognition widens her eyes. “Oh!”

“Hey, Maris.” I say. “Teagan’s back for the reunion.”

“Ohhhhh. Isn’t that…wonderful.” Maris says with a brittle smile. “Yeah. Sit anywhere you like. I’ll be right with you.”

The eyes of the bartender and the half dozen regulars in the place follow us as we go to the booth furthest from the speakers and settle in. Teagan slides in across from me, scanning the room back. “Good to know I haven’t been forgotten.”

“You and your mom are the only known futanari to have ever lived here.” I say. “You’re hard to forget.” Wanting to lighten the mood I ask. “How is your mom, anyway?”

“Annoying as ever.” She says, looking around the old place with open curiosity. “I never actually got to come in. I was too young. Always wondered what it looked like in here. What a shit hole.”

“Ahem, yeah. But it’s all we got.”

Maris comes by and takes our drink orders. I order a beer while Teagan asks for a scotch, ‘whatever passes for top shelf around here’. Maris gives me a look then with that frozen smile nods and heads back to the bar.

“Hey.” I lean forward and say. “You want some dip for that chip on your shoulder?”

She goes to say something, then thinks better of it. “Fair.” She says. “Tonight hasn’t gone how I thought it would.”

“Oh?”

Shaking her head her eyes roam the bar, searching the faces that continued to peer suspiciously her way. “I wanted to show those bastards I’d made something of myself. I was going to show them I was above them now. Untouchable. Unreachable. All your petty insults were beneath me. All your bullying and excluding never got to me.”

“Ah.” I say, her brazen entrance now making a lot more sense in context. “You paint with broad brush. I…I never bullied you, Teagan. Never.”

Without a pause she shoots right back. “You never stood up for me either, did you?”

Ouch.

“Nobody did.” Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath. “I’m doing it again. I’m taking it out on you.” Another deep breath later she opens her eyes. “Truth?” She puts the keys on the table. “My uncle’s car. This outfit? Borrowed from my aunt. I’m just a fucking bank teller. That’s all. Part-time at that. I still live with my mom and dad. Rent in the city is…anyway. I’m not above anybody.”

After a pause I say. “What’s wrong with being a bank teller?”

Her face softens. “I’ve been such cunt to you tonight, Evan.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I say. “This town wasn’t kind to you. I can understand wanting a bit of payback.” My tone brightening I say. “I would have loved to see what would have happened had people actually turned up. The way you walked into that gymnasium I thought you were going to tear the place down with your bare hands.”

She laughs. “I would have if I could. I practiced that entrance more times that I’d care to admit.”

“Well it worked. I was intimidated.” With a smirk I add. “And a little turned on.”

“Ha ha ha! Curious my ass, you’re FS through and through.”

“Hey, keep it down.” I chuckle. “I’m a coward, remember? Don’t want nasty rumors getting around.”

Maris returns with our drinks, eyes darting back and forth as she reads our laughter for what it was. She stares at me a moment as if to say ‘are you nuts?’. “Will you two be needing menu?”

“Large ham and pineapple pizza.” Teagan says. “I think that should do us. That’s still your favorite, isn’t it Evan?”

My jaw drops. “How…?”

“How did I remember? How could I forget!” She says. “That was like your whole ‘thing’. You went on about it. Got into debates about it. You came for Halloween on year as one! There goes Evan Rourke, good at volleyball and likes Hawaiian pizza. It was like an identity with you or something.”

Leaning back I laugh a big old belly laugh. “It started as a joke and I just leaned into it. I thought it would make me unique, figured I had to be known for SOMETHING. I was such an idiot.”

“We all were.” She says, eyes gleaming with mirth. “We were teenagers We were supposed to be idiots.” Reaching across the table she lays her fingers over mine, her hazel eyes gazing into mine. “Hey…thanks for being one of the nice ones, Evan. It meant more than you know.”

We sip our drinks and talk and laugh as we wait for our pizza. While our experiences were very different it was nice to talk to somebody again who knew the old dramas and the whole cast of characters. When the pizza finally comes we order new drinks and dig in.

As we start to eat I say. “Ya know, I never really like these all that much. More of a pepperoni guy.”

“Pfff!” A piece of pineapple sprays from Teagan’s ruby lips as she giggles.

We continue to talk and laugh and reminisce and laugh. The quiet girl who never smiled had become the woman who never stayed quiet, and it was beautiful. Before long chatting became flirting and those fingers of hers had progressed all the way to my wrist. When Maris comes around again Teagan looks into her empty tumbler then up to me and says. “One more and I won’t be able to drive to that motel tonight.” Her eyes glimmer like the neon in the puddles outside as she stares at me. Without waiting for an invitation she taps the glass. “Bring me another, my good wench. And make it a double.”

“You sure about that?”

I look at Maris. “You heard the lady. I’ll take one of those myself.”

Maris looks at me, wanting to say something, but eventually just nods. “Two doubles, coming up.”

When the come I clink my glass to Teagan’s. “Bottom’s up.”

“With any luck.” She quips and sips her scotch.

***

An hour later the pizza tray had only crumbs and a bit of sauce left on it and we are both half in our cups. The flirting had become much more as her toes were rubbing my calf, her fingers were inside the cuff of my shirt and she’d been fucking me with her eyes for the past twenty minutes. Confident and horny Teagan cut through all my awkwardness and nervousness to take charge of what was now unquestionably a date.

She licks her lips and leans all the way forward to whisper. “Tell me, Evan. When did you know you liked girls like me?”

“The truth?”

“At this point I expect nothing less.” Taking my hand she pulls it across to her, pressing the back of it against her small breast.

“It was…your video.” I confess. “That recording of you that…” Her face falls at the reminder of the scandalous tape that had helped to ruin her adolescence. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean…”

“No.” She says, gripping my hand tighter. “I asked for the truth. That was really the thing that did it?”

“Yeah. It was.” I say. “I shouldn’t have watched it.”

“Everybody else did.” She says. “Why not you too?” Her thumb rubs up and down mine. “And you know what? I don’t care anymore. I’m done being ashamed of things. I’m not that brooding girl anymore. I’m done being scared. I survived this town and came out stronger.” She nibbles her bottom lip, looking at me with renewed desire. “You wanna get outta here or what?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

We are laughing and a bit unsteady on our feet, leaning on each other to stay balanced, as we come out of The Switchyard. “Did you see Maris’ face?” She giggles. “It was like you were being thrown to the lions.”

“Ha! This will be all around town by tomorrow morning.” I say, helping her down the final two steps. “Evan Rourke, good at volleyball, likes Hawaiian pizza, futasexual.”

“Your rep is ruined. No coming back from this.” She grabs my arm and hugs it tight. “Might as well make it worth it.”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling if I tried as we leave the Jaguar behind to walk the couple blocks to my apartment. The rain had stopped leaving the air fresh and the night silent. As we stroll the cracked sidewalks and pass the closed businesses and abandoned properties of this once thriving town Teagan is a beacon of hope all on her own. She tugs at me, laughs with me and at one point she grabs my crooked tie and hauls me down to her level to kiss me! She kissed me hard, her tongue plunging into my mouth. She tasted like scotch and pizza, and something else far better.

“Oh!” I gasp as our lips part.

She giggles then pulls me along behind her, my tie over her shoulder as she held it like a leash. Grinning from ear to ear I follow along knowing that tonight was the night. And it was happening with the girl it was meant to be. Breton Falls was beyond hope, there would be no second chances, but for me I had a chance to try again and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

“Take a left at the corner.” I say as she leads me along. “Brick three-story at the end of the block.

“Left, got it.” She takes a sharp turn around the corner then peers back at me over her shoulder, her face obscured by shadow but her eyes gleaming from a distant street light. “You sure you’re ready for this, cute stuff?”

“I’ve been ready for over ten years, Teagan.”

“Then let’s not waste another second.”

True to her word we had barely gotten through the door of my little third floor bachelor apartment when she spins yanks me back down for another kiss. “Mmmmm!” I melt against her lips, our bodies pressing tight together. She could no doubt feel my arousal pressing into her, and I could certainly feel hers! For the very first time since my sexual awakening my desires and my experience were aligned. She felt good, she felt right, and best of all…she felt REAL. We make out as we both kick off our shoes while our lips remained sealed As our lips part I let out a soft moan, it coming out more submissive than I meant it to. Teagan’s cock surges at my compliant tone and her grasping hand claw into me. Spotting the tousled sheets of my hide-a-bed sofa in the main room she pulls me by my tie toward it. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was going to have company…oof!”

My excuse for a messy room is interrupted by her shoving me down onto the bed. With a lusty grin she looks me up and down as she pulls off her blazer. She looks left and right, pulls a chair closer to her then carefully drapes the jacket over the back of it. She unbuttons each cuff then begins going down the front of blouse, revealing an ever growing glimpse of the tantalizing flesh beneath. Noticing me watching her careful undressing she says. “Borrowed clothes, remember. Auntie would kill me if I ruined this silk.”

I chuckle as the brakes had been pumped on our wild passion by concern for her outfit.

She winks as she untucks her blouse and pulls it off. Her petite titties were almost visible through the tantalizing pink lace of her bra. She removes her locket, kisses it, and places that on the chair too. Her smooth fair skin of her lean belly beckoned for my lips. The only light in the place was cast in from the entry way to cling to her curves and throw deep shadows across her flesh, accentuating every contour and womanly swell. “I look better without the power suit anyway, don’t you think?”

“Uh huh.” I nod as I ogle her lithe yet shapely figure. Hurrying to catch up I loosen my tie and pull it off while at the same time wriggling out of my suit jacket.

Unfastening her belt Teagan watches my reaction closely. With agonizing slowness she unbuttons her slacks and pull the fly down. She loosens the waist, holding up by her hands, then with a giggle lets go to let it drop to her ankles. Within the pleated slacks her erection had been well hidden, but with just her panties to contain it now I could see a near perfect outline of her hard schlong through the pink cotton. Stepping out of the slacks she folds them and places them on the chair.

“There. Now we don’t have to worry.” Straddling my legs she settles down on top of me. I tremble beneath her. This was all happening so fast, yet not nearly fast enough. Teagan titters as she grinds her balls over my cock. With a finger she teases at my hair and traces around my jaw and chin. “A virgin, huh? That’s kind of sexy.”

“It is?” I whisper, my eyes locked on her cleavage.

“It is. I know I’m not just another girl. I’m the first. You never forget your first.” She kisses my forehead. “Let’s make this special.”

“Wh-Who…was your first?”

With a gentle smile she whispers. “It doesn’t matter. Tonight you’re all that matters.” She kisses my cheek, lingering a moment as the aroma of her perfume the smoky sweet scotch mingle in my nostrils. She leans back to look at me in a soulful way that made me feel like I was the only man in the world. “Touch me, Evan. Anywhere you want. Anyway you want.” One by one she unfastens the buttons of my shirt. “I’ll let you know if something doesn’t feel good.”

Tilting me head down as she gently plays with my hair I take in her all her soft flesh along with the hard rod staining her panties. She had to be nine thick inches, minimum, and on her slender frame it looked even bigger. My long fingered hands slowly wrap around her waist, my finger meeting at her spine as my thumbs glide up and down her flanks. Her skin was softer than anything I’d ever felt. And so warm and supple.

“That’s nice, Evan.” She coos. “You’re doing so good.”

“Should I be…more forceful?”

“No, baby. Be yourself.” She arches her back. “Ohhh, your hands. So big. Strong. Yet gentle. I like that. Keep touching me Evan.” Taking my left hand she pulls it up to lay it across her breast. “Don’t be scared. Hohhhh.”

Gently I grip at her bra-clad breast, the lace tickling my palm as the soft flesh beneath squeezes to the pressure. I kiss the top of her breast. Combing her fingers through my hair she pulls me closer. My other hand glides up and down the swoop of her back. My hand that could palm a volleyball can also palm her firm ass, grabbing a whole cheek and giving it a squeeze.

“Mmm. Yes.” She slowly gyrates her hips, rubbing her bulge over mine. “That’s it. Just follow your instincts.”

Hooking the lace of her bra I pull it down. Her little tit pops into sight, it’s tawny nipple quite large in relation to the rest of the breast. It drooped a little, pouting with the nipple slightly off center. It wasn’t the perfect plastic titties I’d seen in porn, it was SO MUCH BETTER. I feel it, savoring the supple, squishy flesh between my fingers and thumb. My other hand continued to lightly grip and loosen over her buttock. She continues combing my hair and now stroking my neck and back as she watched me explore her body.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whisper as my lips brush her soft breast.

“I know.” She says. “You are too, baby. You are too.”

“Mmm.” I kiss her breasts, feeling the texture of her erect nipple against my lips. As I do she takes my hand again and pulls it down until my wrist brushes against her cock. She knew just where I wanted to touch and was making sure I didn’t let my first-time nervousness hold me back.

“Go on, Evan. You’re not going to hurt me, baby.” She licks my ear then nipples at its edge. “Feel it. Stroke it. I want you to.”

“Ohhh, Teagan.” I moan as my hand wraps around the shape of her cock through her soft panties. It was SO much bigger than mine. An extra three inches at least, but it was the girth that really put it on another level. I pull back just enough to be able to look down at it while my hand slowly strokes it through the cotton. Teagan doesn’t hurry me, doesn’t tease or guide me, she simply lets me experience this at my own pace. Reaching back she unclasps her bra and tosses it behind her. As I feel her penis she pulls my shirt off of me, my hands only leave her just long enough for her to pull them through the sleeves. I look up into her eyes and let out a silly laugh. It wasn’t suave but it was honest. I had never felt this good in my life.

Her hazel eyes twinkle as she watches me. “It’s even better in the flesh.”

Looking back down I hesitate…then pull the waistband of her panties back to release her big cock. It springs up, its root surrounded by fiery red hair and it’s tip reaching past her belly button. I pause to just take it in. Though it was thick it’s shape was elegant, beautiful, and as my gaze glides up her lean, feminine curves and over her breasts then back down again my soul burns with passion. Somewhere along the way I had told myself my desire was a ‘fetish’ or somehow deviant, but seeing and feeling Teagan now here and in the flesh I realized my wants were no more or less wrong than anybody else’s. This was it. This was right. I had found my sexual home.

Slowly, not from fear but so I could savor this special moment, I wrap my hand around her girth. Even my long fingers could just barely reach all the way around her. The skin was soft though the flesh beneath it rock hard. It was warm, throbbing, living. The dildo in my closet would never feel the same again now that I’d touched the real thing. I watch as it flexes, it’s ruddy knob swelling to my touch. Again I look up into her eyes. I swallow hard as my gaze silently begs.

Teagan receives my message loud and clear. I had gone as far as I could on my own. It was time for her to take control. Without a word she plants a hand on my shoulder and rises up off my thighs. Her big penis drags up my belly, chest and over my chin as she comes to stand on my bed, her feet on either side of me legs. Despite her small stature in this position she appeared as a giant standing over me, her mighty cock looming just over my upturned face. Holding my shoulder for balance she pull down her panties then pulls one leg then the other out of them to leave her completely naked! My jaw drops in lusty awe, my parted lips immediately smothered by Teagan’s big balls,

“Mmmmm.” I hum happily as her warm scrotum smooshes over my mouth and nose. I take in a deep sniff, her womanly scent washing over me.

Putting her leg over my shoulder she rests it there while holding my head with her right hand. Reaching down with her left she whispers. “Hand.” I give her my hand which she brings straight to her pussy. My finger tips feel around her mound. Soft, trimmed pubes tickle my fingers before I find the wet heat waiting for my touch. “Yes. Right there, baby.” Reaching down she finds my fingers and pulls them to taut little clitty. “Right there. Just rub right there, baby.”

My fingers together I rub her clit in slow, firm circles while I continue to suck and lick her sack. My other hand slides up her body to play with her breasts, my boldness bringing a smile to her face. “Oh Teagan…you’re perfect. Perfect!”

“Mmm, a girl could get used to that. What else, baby?”

“Beautiful! Sexy! The girl of my dreams!” I growl, sucking or licking her balls between each word. “Your tits…your cock…your pussy…your ass…ohhhhh, your body is everything.”

“And it’s all for you.” She grips my hair and pulls me tighter into her nuts. “That’s it. Show me how much you want this.”

“Nnmmmm! Mmmmm!” My tongue swirls around her balls, digging into her sack to feel her testes roll around it.

“Give me a finger. Just one for now…ohhhh fuck! YES!” She gasps as my long middle finger slides into her wet slit. Her pussy grips around my digit, impossibly tight and so slick. Pulling back she pushes her cock down to meet my wet lips. “Open up. Don’t be shy now, you sexy beast.” I don’t hesitate and instant, opening my lips and welcoming her thick knob through them to fill my mouth. “Ohhhhhh myyyyy God, YESSSS!”

“MMMM!” I moan as her cock slides deeper into my mouth. Precum streaks down my tongue as her thick schlong fills my mouth to the limit, stopping only at the point her tip touched my throat. I shudder as she provokes my gag reflex but, her experience showing through, she quickly pull back a quarter inch to relieve the response. I gaze up at her as one of my most deeply held dreams come true and I suck a female cock. “Mmmmm!” Her lust glazed eyes and ecstatic expression are burned into my memory as dream becomes reality.

“Ohhh, Evan. You’re doing…fucking amazing.” She bites her lip. “Yes. Suck. Harder. Harder.” Her hips thrust, her shaft sliding in and out of my wet, sealed lips. “Yes! A little faster with the finger. Don’t forget my clit. Holy shit, Evan! Ohhhhhh!”

“Mmm! Mmm! MMM!” I hum as my head bobs forward and back on her dick. The thumb of my left hand finds her clit as my right hand continue thrust in and out of her hot, drooling sex. Her juices flow freely down my hand while my spit streams down my chin. “MRRRMM!”

“FUCK!” She cries, fist gripping my hair tight. Her standing leg trembles and her nubile body trembles as I feel her pussy clench tight around my finger then begin to pulse around it, milking it as if it were a cock. “Ohhhhhhh, baby! Don’t stop! Don’t stop until I say! NNNNGHHHHH!!!” Her hazy eyes struggle to focus on me. “Stop! Ohhh fuck. Stop. Pull it out. Yes. Yes. Yessss.” She turns to rubber, cock escaping my lips while sliding back down my body until she is pressed chest to chest and cuddling into me. She nuzzles my neck, kissing and sucking. “I want you, Evan. I’m taking your cherry.”

I kiss her head. “Be gentle.”

“Mmmm, you’ll be singing a different tune soon.” She laughs in post-orgasm giddiness. “Lube?”

Kissing her forehead I say excitedly. “I’ll get it.”

“I’ll get it.” Grabbing my wrists she presses forward, causing me to fall back on the bed with my wrists pinned above my head. “You…” She kisses my chest and pushes off to slip from the bed and stand. “…are getting out of those clothes.”

Already fumbling with my belt I nod toward the closet. “Second shelf from top behind the books.”

Her tits and booty bounce delightfully, her hard cock bobbing as she walked. She opens the closet, making no comment about the mess within, and pushes the books to the side. “Oh! Ha ha ha! Hello!” She reaches back and pulls out not the lube but the purple dildo. She holds it beside her cock, comparing the two. She had it beat on both length and girth which seems to tickle her. She then waves it at me playfully as her other hand feels around and finds the lubricant. Returning to the bed she says in a sing-song voice. “Let’s see which one you prefer.”

“As if you don’t know.” I wriggle out of my pants and brief in one go, bringing my knees up to my chest to pull the pants off while at the same time repositioning into the center of the sofa-bed. Her hazel eyes snap to my exposed dick. It wasn’t as pretty as hers, a bit curved and not nearly as big as either her own or the dildo but the smile it brings told me she was not disappointed. “I choose yours.”

“Good choice.” Uncermoniously she tosses the toy back over her shoulder into the closet.

“Hey!” I laugh. “That cost a hundred bucks!”

“So sue me.” She giggles, climbing back onto the bed. “Mmmm.” Before I could even process it her mouth was around my cock!

“OHHH! FUCK!” I gasp as my manhood is engulfed in the greatest fucking feeling of all time. “Oh! Ohhh! OHHHH FUCK!” I groan as she bobs up and down my length, her sunken cheeks speaking to he power of her suction as she blew me. Her wide eyes gleam as they look up at me. I grip the covers as she SUCKS my very soul out through my cock. “NNGH!!!”

She PULLLLLS to my tip and releases it with a loud pop. “Mmm, nice cock.”

“Whooo! Thanks!” I say breathlessly.

Teagan strokes it and sucks at my balls before wrapping her lips around it again. From zero to a hundred she immediately begins giving me head like a demon. Groaning and moaning as her mouth flies up and down my shaft she watches my lean body flex and writhe to her efforts. Stopping as quickly as she started she flicks her tongue over my tip. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” As her hand pumps my dick I shake my head no even as the pressure builds. “Oh, thats’s good.” Without warning she returns to her breakneck blowjob. “Mmm! Mm! Mm! Mm!”

“Mmm!” I grit my teeth as she so goes faster and sucks harder, eyes blazing with amused lust. My whole body goes taut as I feel the point of no return approaching fast! “Fuck! TEAGAN!”

POP! She lets my dick go and GRIPS hard around my base, squeezing my throbbing cock as together we force the orgasm back from the brink. As I lay there panting she giggles. “You’re fun!”

“Ohhhhh.”

She crawls forward, kissing her way up my naked body until her lips met mine. Crushing a kiss into me, her tongue dancing in my mouth, she gives me my first true lover’s kiss. I go to touch her but she pushes my hand down again, pinning into the pillow. Her hot little body writhes against mine, her soft titties squishing into my chest as her big cock rubs alongside mine, as she kisses me deeply and passionately. All I can do is lay there and relish this moment. When our lips finally part she lets out a long, hot breath and whispers. “You sure you’ve never done this before? Wow!”

“Ohhh Teagan.”

She nips my chin. “You keep saying that.” Rising up she shimmies forward. Settling in between my legs she then slaps her big cock against mine. She holds them together, tilting her head as she studied the pair, clearly comparing the two but not saying anything about the vast size difference. Whatever she saw though she clearly liked. Eventually she says. “Bigger tops. Sorry Evan, that’s just the rule.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Would you quit teasing already!”

“Ooo!” Her eyes flare. “You’re a horny little slut, ain’t ya? Ha ha ha!” Holding my gaze she smear a dollop of lube over her middle two fingers then reaches down to smash them against my asshole.

“Hoh!” I buck as without pause she presses her fingers inside of me! “Oh fuck! HAH!”

“So tight. Yeah, clench around those fingers, baby.” Her eyes drill into me, somehow both aggressive and gentle at the same time. “Does that feel good, baby. Tell me you like it. Let me hear a pretty moan.”

“Ohhhhh… ohhhhhh!” My moans grow as I relax and her let her fingers do their thing. “I like it! Ohhhh.”

“That’s it baby. Open up for me. I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” She cups my jaw with her free hand and with a tenderness that took my breath away brushes my cheek with her thumb. “That’s it. Let it feel good, baby. You’re doing so good, baby.”

“Mmmm! Ohhhh!” I spread my legs wider, inviting her deeper. “Yessss. Fuck meeee.”

“I like that. Say it again, baby.”

“Fuck me!”

“Again! Let the whole town hear you.”

“FUCK MEEEE!”

“God, you’re cute when you’re needy.” She pats my cheek. Pulling her fingers out of me she squirts more lube on her cock and gives it a few strokes, then does the same to my twitching dick. Gripping her shaft she pushes the tip against my entrance. “Relax, baby. Open up for me. That’s it! Fuck yes.” She croons as she slowly enters me.

“Ohhhh myyyy God!” My eyes roll back as my ass is stretched by her futa cock. “Oh Jesus Christ! Ohhhh my fucking…you’re stretching…holy shit!”

“That’s it, baby. So fucking good, baby.” She runs a hand down my belly as her dick continues to fill my tunnel. “Ohhhh, you feel so good. Your tight little virgin hole feels so good, baby. Keep moaning for me. I want to hear you, Evan.”

“OHHHHH!!!” I groan loudly as I feel her balls press against my ass as she goes full hit. My legs quivering I grip the blankets beneath me and let out a high pitched whimper. “Ohhhhhh! Teagannnn!”

“That’s right. Say my name. I want to hear you say it, baby.” She nods. “Tell me how much you love feeling me inside of you.”

“OHHHH! I LOVE IT! GOD! I love your cock filling my ass! OHHH TEAGAN!”

Her ego fed her face lights up. One hand on my hip the other stroking my cock she begins to fuck me, slow at first but quickly rising in speed and intensity. “That’s it. Mmm, yeah. So good. You feel so good, baby. Tell me you feel good, Evan. Tell me you love it.”

“Ohhh I do love it!” I moan as she plunging cock hits spots my dildo had never touched and stretches me better than I’d ever felt. “So big! So good! Oh Teagan! I’ve never felt so fucking good!”

Her face twitches as my words touch something, something deep and real and…vulnerable. “I’m good enough, aren’t I Evan? You really like me?”

In my haze of pleasure I can’t grapple with the nuances of her questions but I could hear the desperation. Reaching out I lay my fingers over her breast. “Yes! Teagan! You’re the best! The fucking best! Ohhhhhh!”

Her smile grows. “Ohhh, baby. Ohhh, Evan. Evan!”

“OHHHH GOD!” I cry out as her pumping hand relentlessly strokes my dick in time with her own deep, satisfying thrusts. “MMMMM!”

“Fuck, yes. Cum for me, baby.” She hisses through clenched teeth. “I want you my baby cum for me! Come on, baby. Bust that hot load. God yes!” She fucks me harder, her grip tightening as her hand is a blur on my manhood. “I swear to God if you cum I’ll cum with you, baby! Cum for me! Say my name! SAY MY NAME!”

“TEAGAN!” I howl. “OHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Ohhhh God!” She cries as she watches fat wads of cum burst out over my belly in long, thick ropes. “I feel you clenching around me. So tight. So good, baby. Cum. Keep cumming. I’m gonna fuckin milk you dry, baby.”

As she milked out my load she continued reaming my ass, taking the orgasm into a realm I’d never experienced. “NNNNGHHHHH!!!” I growl deep as my climax went on and on, my copious load spattering all across my body.

“EVAN!” She yelps suddenly as her body jolts, her little titties bouncing to the jerking motion. “I LOVE YOU!” An instant later she buries herself inside of me and CUMS! I feel her huge cock throbbing inside of me like a second heartbeat as she floods my inside with hot, fresh futa cum. “MMMMMMMM!!!”

My back arches off the bed as her strong climax pulses inside of me! “OHHHHHHH!!!”

And then…it was over. In the span of a few seconds I watch her passion and power wilt faster than her softening member. Her eye pull away, as if she couldn’t bear to look me in the eyes. Closing her eyes she goes very still. I could practically hear her mentally berating herself. She whispers. “I made it weird. I’m sorry, Evan. I…”

“Come here.” I pull her down into my embrace, letting out little peep as her thick schlong slumps out of my gaping, creamy, well fucked ass.

She smirks, despite herself, at my little peep. “Too cute.” She sighs and lays her head on my chest, her hand over my belly. My sticky load is ignored as she clings to my sweaty body. “I shouldn’t have said that, Evan. I’m…” After a long pause where I gently stroke her back she continues. “…broken. This fucking town broke me. I’m sorry. I’ll…get out of here…”

“Woah.” I kiss her ginger head. “You’re not broken. Your wounded. This town leaves its mark. On all of us. You think it’s by chance nobody came back? It’s okay, Teagan. Please stay.”

Slowly I feel her small, lithe body relax into me and with long breath all the tension escapes her. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you, Teagan.” I whisper, gently petting her soft hair. “This was the best night of my life. Ten years late but…”

“Better late than never.”

“Exactly.” We lay together, my arm around her as she clings to my body. We breath as one, our spent cocks softening at the same rate. “Real talk? I liked you called me your baby.”

Though I couldn’t see her face I feel her cheeks against my chest as she smiles. “I liked that too.” Kissing my chest again and again, her small hand grasping onto me as if I might disappear if she let go, Teagan eventually says. “Evan. I…I’m never coming back to Breton Falls. This was it. I…can’t anymore. I have to let this place go before it consumes me. Before I really do break.”

Staring at the ceiling I continue to pet her hair for two, three minutes pass as I think back to those empty chairs sitting in the empty gymnasium filled right now with music nobody was listening to. At last I say. “You…say the rent in the city is high?”

She looks up at me, puzzled by the random question. “Yeah.”

I look down into her eyes. “It’s gotta suck living with your folks still.”

A gradual gleam of realization begins to sparkle. “You have no idea. Hell.”

“Hm.” I say. “Sounds like you need a roommate or something.”

Teagan bites her lips to hide a smile, then says. “You know anybody?”

“I might.” I grin. “I mean, I hear they even have gas stations in the big city.”

“Oh yeah, they’re all over the place.”

“And I mean, what the hell am I still hanging around here for?”

“I was wondering that myself.” She lets out a soft laugh. “Are you serious right now? Are we serious?”

“I could use a friend in the city.” I say. “A place to land.”

“This is a terrible idea.” She says, her tone bright despite her dire words. “We barely know each other. And I’m head case. You’ll probably end up hating me.”

“Ohhh, I don’t know about that.” I wink. “Someone once told me…once you go FS, you’ll never settle for anything less.”

“You are such a slut!” She laughs and kisses my chin. “Evan Rourke. Good at volleyball, loves pineapple pizza, shameless cock slut.” With a pinch to my nipple she says. “I should have known it was about my big…” She kisses my neck. “…beautiful…” She kisses my chest. “…personality.” She finally kisses me on the lips. “Mmm.”

I am a puddle of joy as Teagan kisses me again like only she can. When the kiss breaks I ask. “So?”

“You’ll regret it.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” I say. “But I’d like the chance to find out for myself.” My hand settles over her ass. “What’s the worst that could happen? We do something silly like fall in love? Pfff! As if!”

“You’re as cracked as I am!” With a grin and a twinkle she nods. “Alright. You’ve got yourself a roomie. Just…don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Three weeks later, in a sputtering old u-haul, the very last remaining resident graduate of the class of 2015 watches Breton Falls recede in the side mirror. Though not for long as my eyes soon turn to beautiful red-headed woman with the gleaming hazel eyes in the passenger seat beside me, and then to the road ahead.

The End