Chapter 6
Each time that Lucy saw Mr. Gallows, in class, she tried to act very casual. She was dying to get at him all the time, but she succeeded in not mentioning anything during class time. It had been a while since they had been together.
As the bell rang, however, she walked up to him. She spoke softly, but in a very determined way.
"When can we get together again. I want it."
"Uh, well, I don't know. Soon, you can be sure."
"I am sure, and it will be real soon. I won't wait for it. You don't want me saying anything about what has happened in my room, do you?"
"Lucy, you're blackmailing me, aren't you."
"I suppose so, but I don't care. When and where?"
"Uh, why don't you come back here after your last class, and I will have figured out a time and place."
"I'll be here."
Lucy spent the rest of the day thinking about being with Ed Gallows. She still thought about the things that he had done to her. and she wanted to do more of it. One of the pictures that Roseann had given her was a picture of a man licking a woman, and then, one of a woman licking and sucking a man. That looked good to her.
Lucy decided to mention that one action to Ed when she saw him that afternoon. She wanted to try something like that, and it seemed right. He had done it to her and she loved it. He would like it too, she was sure. She would have to ask him.
Though Lucy still had the pictures, she hadn't looked at them all day. She was carrying them with her, to give back to Roseann, when she saw her. Their class schedules were not alike, and they did not spend much of the day together.
After lunch, however, Lucy wanted to take a look at them, and she stopped in one of the empty classrooms. She took them out and managed to take a quick look at each one of them. Yes, she would tell Ed about what she wanted to try with him.
When the school day ended, Lucy raced to Mr. Gallows classroom. She was eager to make it with him today. However, when she got there, he was gone. There was a note on his desk that read very briefly:
"I cannot manage anything today. Will speak with you tomorrow for afternoon meeting. Very brief, but definite."
Mr. Gallows had not signed the note. It was a very general message and could be taken to mean anything to anybody. But. she knew it was for her. The bastard.
All day, Lucy had been thinking about meeting with him. She had taken for granted that it would be all right for today. Damn, now she would have to wait for another day. Damn, damn!
Lucy walked out and ran up to her room. She was angry, and she wanted to do something. She would take a walk before she started to work on her homework. Damn how the hell was she supposed to concentrate when she was distracted by her very real needs?
She changed her clothes. She wanted to throw on a pair of jeans, but that was not allowed. She chose a short skirt and a sweater, and she fairly ran back down the stairs. For some reason, she took the French deck with her. She thought about trying to see Roseann, and then she would give them back to her.
The sun was shining, and the wind was soft. It was a lovely afternoon, and just the feeling of being outside calmed Lucy somewhat. But that nagging kept at her. She was angry with Mr. Gallows, and it was a mixture of sexual frustration and scorn.
As she got to the stone wall in one part of the grounds, she noticed someone walking a bit away from her. She had no desire to talk to anyone just then, and so, she hunched down against the wall, pouting all the time.
The place was quiet, though there were occasional shouts from the tennis court. This was the day that there was a play-off between the best students in the class. It could draw quite a crowd, depending on who was playing, and that might account for the emptiness of the rest of the grounds.
Lucy sat there, a bit chilled from the grass and stone, but she did not want to get up. She was playing with the pack of pictures in her hand. They were bound and wrapped securely, so that even if they fell out, no one would know what they were.
More from boredom, curiosity, Lucy opened the pack again. She shuffled through the pictures and spent more time with the group sex scene than she ever had before. She liked looking at the two cocks in that one woman. It excited her, and since she was on a hair trigger, she slipped her hand down to her crotch, applying pressure.
Instantly, an intense feeling of pleasure flooded her. She was hot. She touched herself again, but she didn't get the same reaction, and for a moment, she was confused. She liked the feeling, and she continued to play with herself.
She got interested in the pictures once again, and the fantasy world that they brought up to her. She saw the whole scene in her mind again, and the two cocks were now thrusting into her. Again, she felt the intense pleasure when she touched herself.
Then she caught onto the rhythm of her body's reactions. She was getting good at fantasizing for a while, and then, touching herself to bring about that wonderful feeling.
Lucy was very absorbed in what she was doing, and did not hear the person come up behind her. The stone wall was about waist height, and she was sitting against it. She was visible to someone on the other side of the wall only if the person looked over. "Hi."
Lucy was so startled that she threw her hand up in the air. The hand that was holding the pictures. They flew all over the grass, and she scurried to recover them.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you."
Lucy did not know who she was talking to yet, but her first reaction was to get to the pictures first.
"Oh, no, that's all right. I'll do it, thank you."
The young man was over the wall, and he was on his knees, picking up one of the photographs. He stopped, as Lucy had feared, and looked at it. He looked at it for a long time, and then, when he looked up, his face was red.
"These are some pictures. Where did you get them?"
Lucy was looking at a very nice young man. He was about sixteen or seventeen. He was dressed in slacks and a jeans jacket. His hair was light brown, and he was really an attractive young man.
"Oh, I, well, I found them."
"I wish I knew where. I'd like to find some for myself. They're great."
The boy did not try to stand up, and Lucy guessed that he might be excited. She felt wild and wanton, and suddenly, she figured that she might score with him.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alfred Wimpleton Maybury, III. I'm your next-door neighbor."
"I'm Lucy Granger. I've only been here for a little while."
"I know, I've seen you around since, when, February, middle about?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Well, I do like to get to know the neighbors, but all these girls arc a bit too much to handle."
They laughed and Lucy felt herself relax. He was easy to talk to, this Alfred.
"What do people call you?"
"Oh, it depends. On who they are. My parents call me Alfie, some of my friends call me that too, and my other relatives call me Alfred."
"I didn't think that anyone lived next to the school. I don't know why I never thought about it, though. It seemed kind of natural."
"Oh, sure. It was great. When my younger uncle was growing up, he loved to come here. He would try to make it with all the girls that he could get to talk to him."
Again, they laughed and then they both sat down against the wall.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while."
"No."
Alfred still had the pictures in his hand. He looked anxious to see the others and Lucy felt abandon in her soul.
"Want to see the rest of the deck?"
"Yes, I would. Do you mind?"
"No, but you have to be careful. They well, they belong to someone that I know."
"So, you didn't just find them, did you?"
"Hell, no. These are very exclusive pictures. They're the best ones that I have ever seen."
Lucy copied Roseann's mannerism for this, and she was pleased when Alfred seemed to be impressed by it. He looked through the pack, and his eyes widened with each new one.
"Wow! These are unbelievable. I've never seen anything like them."
"Yes, they are good, aren't they?"
It was also obvious that as he looked at the pictures, he was getting very excited again. He had wanted to make conversation when he saw Lucy sitting by the wall, but he had no idea that she was looking as such provocative stuff.
Lucy was getting excited, herself, just watching his reaction. She was still feeling the effects of her lack of activity, and she wanted something to fill its place. She was tempted to say something to him to get something going. but she didn't know what to do or say.
Alfred solved the problem for her. He was getting too hot to remain friendly. He started to look at Lucy in a different way. She would see that he probably wanted to get off, just jerk off, but she wouldn't let him do that.
"Hey, you always look at this kind of thing, Lucy?"
"Not always, but I like them."
"But, don't they get you kind of, well, I mean, don't they turn you on?"
He was practically gasping out his words. It was as though the ability to communicate shrunk as his cock grew.
"Oh, sure they turn me on. I usually masturbate when I look at them."
"I don't see how you could look at them without getting really hot. Do you want to do what they're doing in the picture?"
"Do you feel that way, I always do."
"Oh, yeah. I'd love to do what they're doing."
"Do you think that we could try it."
"Oh, well, I guess so, but, I.. . .sure, we could."
Alfred was excited, but he didn't know this girl well at all. In fact he did not know more than her name and that she carried around a French deck. But, his cock wanted more than indecision.
Lucy wanted to feel his cock in her hand. She would even lick it just like in the picture. She was so hot that she was pressing something that she would never have insisted on if she had been less needy.
"Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me. All I know is that I want to do something very bad. What do you think?"
Lucy had been honest and open with him, and it had a favorable effect on Alfred. He stopped being skeptic and agreed that they would do something together.
"Well, we can't do it here. I mean, anyone a walking by could see us."
"Well, where should we go? You know this place better than I do."
"Me? I don't go to school here. You do."
"Well, look, why don't we hop over the wall? Is there some kind of shelter on your property?"
"Oh, sure. I should have thought about it. Yes, come on."
They stood up and climbed over the wall. Lucy made sure that no one was looking, because, technically, she was off the school property without permission. On the other side of the wall, there were full trees and some bushes, and Lucy got excited just thinking about the fact that they could be naked without anyone seeing them.
"Hey, let's go behind that place. Where the bushes are."
Alfred led the way and in only a moment, they were in a secluded area, in the shade of a large tree limb that had apparently seen better days. It was a perfect hideout, nevertheless.
Once they were there, however, Lucy didn't know how to begin. They didn't really care about each other. They didn't know one another, but there didn't seem any other way to start but by kissing. Then, Lucy had an idea. She started talking about what the people were doing in the pictures.
"You know, I'd love to know what it feels like to be licked that way."
"Yeah. It looks great."
"And, when that woman is sucking on that guy's prick, isn't that really wild?"
She could sec the effect on Alfred. He was beginning to breathe hard, and he looked uncomfortable.
"There's that picture when those two guys are giving it to that one girl. Is that something that you might like? Would you like to shove your cock into someone like that?"
"Oh, come on. You're driving me crazy!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I want to make sure that you like what is going on in the pictures, that's all."
"Of course I like it. I'm not crazy."
"Oh, gee. I just thought of something."
"What's that?"
"Oh nothing."
"What? Come on."
"Well, do you know how to do it?"
Alfred looked at her, and his eyes were bright with anger. He had taken the bait.
"Just wait, you little.. .I'll show you."
With that, Alfred unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. He had a nice one and Lucy was glad that she had insulted him into some action. At least she was looking at it. That was good.
He came at her, and roughly pulled her panties down. He fumbled a bit, since he didn't lift up her skirt to do this. He was moving blindly underneath the short cloth, and though he managed it well enough, it wasn't smooth.
Lucy was delighted. She lay on the grass where she fell as he pushed her in his effort to get closer to her. His cock was big and it was throbbing from all the things she was saying to entice him.
He got on top of her, and this time, he pulled her skirt up. He did not know where he was going by touch alone. He looked down at her curly hair and she could see his temperature rising even further.
Lucy let him do what he wanted to do, but she was sorely tempted to grab hold of his cock and give it a little squeeze. She decided that she could lead him to her pussy, but she would have to be careful how she did it. She had already insulted him.
Lucy parted her lips with her fingers, and held the pink flesh open for him. When he saw the tight opening that was his to penetrate, he lost any reserve that he had. He fumbled and finally fitted the head against the area that he had to take.
Lucy was thrilled when she felt the first stab. It went into her so nicely, that she was tempted to grab hold of him and drive herself higher. She lay back, instead, and let him do it.
His dedication and desire made up for his lack of experience, and Lucy loved the way he was making love to her. He shoved into her with more force than anyone had used with her, even Timmy.
He was out to fuck her, and make her eat her words. Did he know how to do it? Why that was like slapping his face. What a way to talk to someone you have only just met. He would show her.
Alfred was straining now. He had hit bottom with her, and they were writhing on the grass. Lucy had forgotten about not wanting to make him angry, and she was thrusting her hips up against him to get more from him. She was enjoying the fantastic feelings going through her. She had been horny before, but now, she was uncontrollable. The better sensations were beginning to break inside her and she could not afford not to pay attention to each trickle of goodness.
Then, Alfred put on a burst of speed, and she guessed that he was about to come. He thrust into her madly and kept up an unbelievable pace for some minutes. Then he clenched his teeth, and shot her full of the precious juice.
He was jerking wildly on top of her, and he ground his cock into her tight crevice. The splash of semen added to the sensations for both of them, and Alfred let out a shriek of pleasure.
"Oh, damn it! Oh, what a cunt!"
Lucy was totally absorbed in her feelings, and she rode him hard until the final stroke that turned the key. She threw herself into the orgasm and did not stop moving until the last strains of feeling were wiped out.
They were both panting and gasping for breath. They had been spent entirely when they fell on top of each other. Alfred was the first to recover, and he got up quickly, stuffing his penis back into his pants very quickly. He seemed rather embarrassed.
Lucy lay there with her skirt up over her chest, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she arranged herself properly. Or as best she could. She retrieved her panties, and turned around to put them on.
This bothered her. She didn't want to be ashamed of what she wanted to do. There was nothing wrong with fucking, and she did not feel bad about it. True, they were actually strangers, but that was over.
"Look, don't start acting like this was something terrible."
"Uh, I better be getting home. I have something to do. Uh, I'll help you over the fence."
She was being sent home, and she didn't like it. Her anger was rising, and it seemed a silly way to end something that was very pleasurable. She turned towards the wall, making sure to take the pictures with her. She turned them inside so that no one would see what they were. After the fact, even she didn't care to look at them, especially. Too much was too much, after all.
"Don't bother helping me. I can make it on my own."
Lucy did not look back as she hopped over the stone wall. She was almost over the wall when the tip of her shoe caught the stone and she landed on her chin.
She yelled as she went down, and for the moment, she was stunned. There was a pain in her head, and as she collected herself, there were aches and pains all over her body.
It was some time before she could manage to move a bit, but she noticed that there was a constant pain in the arm under her. That was the hand in which she was holding the pictures.
Lucy struggled to her feet. She took one step, then another, but the earth was coming back up at her. As she crashed into it, the only thing she felt was the pain in her arm grow sharper.
As the sun went down, the earth got colder and Lucy finally woke again, from the chill she was feeling. She did not know how long she had been unconscious, but she tried to drag herself up again. She was still very weak, and she did it very slowly. She realized that no one would really hear her from where she was. They were inside by now.
Just then, however, she saw someone driving by on the outer road. The car was very far away, and there was little chance that the driver would spot her, but she waved one arm, the good arm frantically while she called out.
"Help! I'm hurt. Help!"
The car drove on by, and Lucy started to become frightened. She was cold and wanted to be inside. She could not move one arm, and the pain was getting worse as she regained consciousness.
Try as she did, Lucy could not maneuver. She knew that she would have to wait for some help. She was beginning to cry, from the frustration and the fear when she saw someone coming towards her. The figure was running, and Lucy fell back onto the grass.
It was Roseann. She ran over with a flashlight in her hand. She tried to wake Lucy, but it was impossible. Lucy was in shock, and she could not come awake.
"Lucy! What's the matter?"
No answer.
"Lucy, did someone hurt you? What happened?"
Roseann saw the pictures in Lucy's hand, and took them back. She put them into her blazer jacket. Whatever had happened, Lucy had held onto the pictures. She stood up and waved the flashlight at the school. Roseann had made arrangements for one of the girls to call for help if they needed it.
Roseann had become worried when she tried to find Lucy, and was told that she should be on the grounds. She had not signed out or asked permission to leave the grounds.
In a few moments, there were other people coming to help. Roseann was wondering just what could have happened. She looked over her friend to see if there were any other signs. She noticed that her skirt was a bit damp.
Oh, no, was she raped and beaten? She had to find out before the others got here. She bent very close to Lucy's ear and called her.
"Lucy, please listen to me. Were you raped?"
Lucy was beginning to become aware of some sounds, and when she opened her eyes she saw Roseann looking down at her. Roseann repeated the question.
"Raped? I guess I did, but he had it coming."
She smiled at her joke, and tried to move. The pain shot through her arm.
"Ow, my arm. I bet I broke it."
"Lucy what happened?"
"I fell when I tried to jump the wall. Caught my foot. That's all."
Roseann handled everything when help did come. She directed the operation and was there to see that Lucy was taken care of with all the best.
Mrs. Arthur was on that night and she could not believe that in the space of several weeks, Lucy had two accidents. She was beginning to think the girl was accident prome.
"She talked to me before she passed out again. She was sitting on the wall and then, she went to jump off it, and her shoe got caught in the crevice She fell on her arm."
"How did she get so far away from the wall, Roseann?"
"She must have tried to walk and fell again. The doctor is worried about her arm."
Lucy spent four days in the hospital, with a slight concussion, and a badly broken arm. Her right arm.
When Lucy woke in the hospital, her parents were there. She wasn't quite sure what had gone on, but the looks on her parents faces were difficult to read. Her father spoke first.
"We are taking you home as soon as the doctor says it is okay."
"But, I don't want to go home."
"This is ridiculous. It is as though you were trying to commit suicide."
Now her mother joined in. She seemed very upset.
"Your father's right. We should never have sent you here. You belong at home with us. You are becoming destructive, self-destructive."
"No, really. I'm not. It was an accident. A silly, stupid accident."
"Honey, please don't fight us. Your mother and I are very sorry. We only hope that you can forgive us."
Lucy lay there, stunned by what her parents were saying. They thought that she tried to jump off the wall and commit suicide? Had they seen the wall? It wasn't high enough to kill an insect without wings.
When she tried to explain that she was just out for some air, they twisted the story until it fit their version.
"Yes, you were despondent and went for a long walk. You came to the wall, and in desperation, you tried to hurt yourself."
"Mom, stop that."
"No, next time, you might be on the top floor of the school, and decide that it's not worth it anymore."
How was she going to get across to her parents the real reason she had gotten into that accident in the first place? She could not form the words. Uh, Mom, Dad, the reason that I fell was that I was fucking with this strange boy and then he got ashamed and I got mad.
It didn't sound very good. And she couldn't say it. If the truth came out, she would be expelled for sure, anyway. Either way, she lost. Damn, what a thing to happen.
There was no way that she could sway her parents. Even her father had made up his mind, and Lucy knew that she could not change it.
"I wanted to believe you the other time when you said that you were happy here. It was really true that you only were afraid of coming home. You aren't happy anymore."
Then her mother chimed in.
"Anyway, the reason for you going away in the first place has been cleared up. That girl had left the neighborhood. Some school far away. I suppose her parents were as upset as we were."
Lucy wanted to scream that she's here, and she found me.
That wasn't necessary, however. Just then, the door opened, and Mrs. Arthur came in with Roseann.
"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm glad that you're here. I guess that you should thank your daughter's friend for saving her life."
The Grangers stared at Roseann and then at Lucy. They were beyond comprehension. Mrs. Arthur, however, went on with the explanation.
"I knew that you would want to thank this wonderful girl for saving your daughter. If she had not gone out to look for Lucy, when she missed her, it is possible that Lucy may have been more seriously injured. The advanced shock."
"Hello. Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger. How have you been?"
Lucy shrank down in the bed. She knew that they would have her on the first bus or train when she could travel.
After the arrangements had been made, Lucy spent some time back at the school to recuperate before the doctors would allow her to travel. Mrs. Arthur could not understand Lucy's parents attitude towards the girl who had saved her life.
The truth of it was that it would mean admitting that Roseann wasn't all bad. That would knock their theories out of the window, and they would be completely guilty. That was too hard to take, so they ignored it.
Frankly, Lucy was disappointed in her father. She would have expected him to be more understanding or at least fairer to Roseann.
Roseann spent some time with Lucy before she was scheduled to go home.
"This is really some bad luck. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, probably die. I don't know. I don't want to be in the same house as that woman."
"You mean your mother?"
"Yes."
"Well, look at it this way. You like Timmy, and he likes you. He's still there."
Lucy lit up at the mention of his name. Sure, she could spend more time with him. He wasn't Roseann, but he was her brother, and it was some connection to her. Anyway, he could fuck really good.
After Roseann left her room, Lucy sat there thinking about Timmy. He had been the one to start her on this road of experience. Perhaps her future lay back there with him. Anyway, when she thought about it in that way, she wasn't that upset about it all.