Hail Mary
Mary Wilson was hardly noticed at all.
The teenager walked to school by herself. She dressed conservatively and seemingly had no friends and more often than not, one could find her reading in the library when one bothered to look for her at all.
She was not an unattractive girl but even that was not enough to get her noticed. She sat in the back of the classroom and she said nothing. When a teacher did call on her, which was seldom, she would simply give her reply without embellishment and then she would once more sink into obscurity.
It seemed as if Mary Wilson was as close to invisible as a person could possibly be.
Her mother had died when Mary was quite young. At times, Mary seemed to remember her mother but at other times, it seemed as if she didn’t remember her at all, so Mary Wilson lived with her father. He was a busy man or at least that’s the way it seemed to Mary. He worked late quite often, or at least that’s what he told his daughter, but Mary couldn’t help but wonder if there might not be other things that kept him out late at night.
It wasn’t like she blamed him. After all, mom had died young. Why shouldn’t he try to find someone to be with. That’s what she would have done if she were in his shoes.
When Mary Wilson turned eighteen, there was no party for her and there were no gifts. Even her father, it seemed, had forgotten the date, but Mary hadn’t. She bought a cupcake on her way home from school. She put a candle in it, lit the candle and blew it out, and that was it for her eighteenth birthday.
That night, she had a strange dream. Her mother was there and her mother was telling her that it was time to come out of her shell. Mary asked how, and her mother said she would know how. Mary asked again, and again, all her mother would say was that she would know how. Mary was getting upset. “I don’t know how,” the dream her said but like everyone else in her life, her dream mother seemed not to listen. “You will know how,” her mother kept saying even as she started to fade away. “You will know how.”
Mary was about to ask again when suddenly her body was wracked by the most incredible pleasure she’d ever felt, and the pleasure kept coming and coming and coming. Suddenly, her eyes were open and she was sitting up in the bed. Her pussy was wet and even as she sat there, she heard her mom one last time. “You will know how,” her mother said.
By the next morning, Mary was beginning to question herself. It had all seemed so real the night before but it couldn’t really be real, could it. It had to be a dream, but as much as she tried to tell herself that, Mary couldn’t seem to make herself believe it.
That morning at school, Mary stood around waiting for the teacher to open the door. The air was brisk and students had broken off into different groups.
Mel Rayburn and Dani Stevens were necking off to the side and trying to pretend that that wasn’t really what they were doing when everyone knew that that was exactly what they were doing.
Chelsea Griffiths had a couple of guys gathered around her. Jocks, of course, because for cheerleader Chelsea, nothing else would do.
Ryan Jeffries and a couple of other guys were playing hacky sack and were trying to pretend that they weren’t looking at the girls around them while Michelle Moran and her friends talked amongst themselves all the while basking in the fact that they knew Ryan and the other boys were watching them.
This morning was like any other morning and it was nothing like any other morning. The air wasn’t just brisk. It had a bite to it. And the voices weren’t just noises. It was like she could hear every one of them if she wanted to. Everything seemed more vibrant and more alive and so of course, Mary Wilson felt more vibrant and more alive.
Once more, Mary Wilson’s attention was drawn to Chelsea Griffiths and without even realizing it, she fingered the locket around her neck. The locket was a gift from her mother. It was the only thing she had left of her mother, and without even thinking about what she was doing, Mary Wilson fingered the locket as she watched the head cheerleader.
Everything seemed to slow. It was almost as if everything which had seemed so chaotic just moments before was now suddenly falling into place.
It was hardly like Mary wanted to hurt the girl. What she really wanted was she wanted to be like Chelsea. She wanted to be popular and she wanted boys to notice her.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t notice other things, like how Chelsea liked being the center of attention, like how Chelsea was leading the boys on, like how Chelsea wasn’t about to give the boys what they wanted. That was the dark side of being popular, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be popular.
She fingered the locket. It was a nervous habit from way back when. It calmed her down. Someone, she thought, someone ought to teach Chelsea a lesson. Someone ought to teach her that it wasn’t nice to tease.
“You guys want to see my tits,” Chelsea asked.
It never occurred to Mary just how odd it was that she could hear what Chelsea was saying with such perfect clarity but then why should it have amazed her when her actual words were so much more incredible.
“You guys want to see my tits,” Chelsea asked again. “I’ll show them to you.”
Bobby Cordell looked at her. “What’s the trick,” he asked.
“No trick,” the cheerleader said. “I’ll show you my tits, if you want me to.”
“Yeah right.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to see my tits,” the girl asked.
The boy shook his head. “No. What I’m saying is there has to be a catch. I don’t know what it is, but there just has to be a catch.”
“No catch,” the girl said. “I’ll show you my tits, but only if you want me to.”
Bobby looked at his buddy and then he looked back at Chelsea before he finally said, “Fine. I’ll play your game. Let me see your tits.”
The cheerleader didn’t say a word. She just lifted up her sweater and she let the boy see her tits. “How do you like them,” she asked.
The boy licked his lips. “They, um, they look good.”
“Would you like me to take my bra off?”
“Um, yeah?”
“Or maybe you’d like to do it for me. Do you want to take my bra off.”
“Um, sure. I guess.”
“You guess. You got to be more sure than that. Do you want to help take my bra off?”
“Um sure.”
Other kids were starting to notice and some were laughing or pointing until Chelsea’s friend Kimberly finally pushed in close. “Geez, Chel,” she hissed, “what the hell are you doing?”
It was as if Chelsea finally noticed what she was doing for the very first time and even quicker that the sweater had come up, it came crashing back down, and Chelsea, with Kimberly close behind, went scampering away.
All of the other kids snickered, all of them but Mary Wilson. She couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened.
That night, Mary had a dream about Chelsea Griffiths. The head cheerleader was standing in front of a bunch of guys and she was blithely showing off her tits. It wasn’t long before the head cheerleader had her top off and then she was taking off her bra and she was daring the boys to touch her and when they did, it was as if they were touching Mary, too.
Mary woke up the next morning with her dream still fresh in her mind. She was excited. There was no doubt about that and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she kind of liked it.
The next morning at school was worse than the one that had preceded it. Every time Mary tried to concentrate on anything, something seemed to distract her. Her skin was almost itchy but not quite and noises seemed louder, too. She tried to shake her head but shaking her head wasn’t going to make it go away.
By the end of the morning though, those feelings had begun to fade. She found she could control them if she wanted to, but they never completely went away. They were always there right under the surface, waiting for the next chance to come bubbling back up.
That chance came after school in the school library.
Her name was Robin Mueller and she was by far and away the smartest kid in school. That could have made her the most hated and despised kid as well but she didn’t try to act like she was better than anyone else and sometimes, that was good enough.
Mary wasn’t even sure why she was looking at her. She’d just come in to drop off a book when she started thinking about Chelsea Griffiths and how Chelsea had been so eager to show off her tits. Maybe it was that, Mary told herself, because looking at Robin, Mary couldn’t help but wonder if her tits were every bit as nice as Chelsea’s.
Without even realizing she was doing it, her fingers worked the locket around her neck even as she looked at the other girl.
Why had Chelsea done what she’d done.
Her fingers continued to stroke the locket.
Chelsea was a cheerleader. She wasn’t a bimbo although she could have been. She knew she was hot and she liked to flaunt it so was it possible that she just showed the guys her tits just because it was in her nature to do so.
Mary’s fingers continued to work the locket.
What she needed was something else, something she could compare Chelsea against and that’s when she decided she needed someone like Robin.
The thought came to her even as she watched the girl putting books back in the stacks. What she needed was for Robin to show some guy her tits and then she thought of something else. What she needed was to see some guy slide a dick between her tits.
This was ridiculous, Mary thought. Robin wasn’t going to do that, and yet even as she thought it, she continued to finger the locket.
She might never have noticed it if she hadn’t been looking at the girl but Robin stopped for just a moment and ran a hand across her breast. Did that mean something, Mary wondered.
His name was Ethan Groves and he was hardly the type of guy you expected to see in the library. Word was Mr. Kowalski was going to flunk him out of lit class if he didn’t do an extra credit paper, and word was if that happened, Ethan’d have to take summer school if he wanted to get his diploma, so he was here working on his paper. He would be a perfect candidate to see Robin’s tits.
All she’d had to do was to think it and suddenly, there was Robin wending her way across the library. Even though it was happening right there in front of her, Mary still couldn’t believe it was happening.
Just as before, Mary could hear every word that was said.
“I hear you’re working on a paper for Mr. Kowalski.”
“Yeah, so,” said an irritated Ethan.
“So I could help you with that.”
“You’re going to help me,” the boy said incredulously.
“Sure. If you want me to, but—”
“But what?”
Robin hesitated and for a moment, Mary thought she wasn’t going to do it. “Did you hear what Chelsea Griffiths did yesterday?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I think it was hot. I think I’d like to do it with you.”
Ethan laughed and then he remembered where he was. “You want to show me your tits,” he said in a near whisper.
“Well not exactly.”
“Not exactly?”
That’s when Robin surprised both Mary and Ethan. She dropped to her knees right there in front of the boy and then she was sliding her way in between his legs. Her hand stroked the front of his pants. “If I show you my breasts,” she said, “I want you to promise me that you’ll slide this between them.”
“You’re kidding.”
Robin unzipped the boy’s pants and then she pushed a hand inside. “Do I look like I’m kidding,” she asked.
The boy shook his head.
The girl tugged on the boy’s cock and then she tugged again and that’s when she pulled him free of his pants. “Oooh,” she purred. “You’re so big.”
The boy couldn’t help but groan. “I thought you were going to ... to ... you know—”
“To show you my tits?”
The boy nodded.
“Well, that all depends. Do we have a deal?”
The boy nodded. “Yeah, we have a deal.”
The girl sat back on her heels and she peeled off her top and moments later, her bra was gone too. Her hands played with her tits even as she looked up at the boy. “You have to take your pants off, too.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s part of the deal. Because if you don’t, you don’t get what you want.”
The boy seemed to think about it, but it was only for the briefest of moments and then he was taking his jeans down.
“The underwear too.”
Again, the boy seemed to hesitate and again, it was only for a moment and then with a shrug of his shoulders, down went the underwear.
“Sit down,” Robin told him.
The boy sat and that’s when Robin surprised him once again. Just as before, she slid between the boy’s legs but instead of taking his cock between her tits, she took his cock between her lips.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned when the cock sucking began.
He couldn’t believe it. He was getting his cock sucked, and oh crap, she was going to, she was going to make him cum.
He groaned again. He knew what they’d agreed to but he knew he wasn’t going to make it between the girl’s tits. Just one more suck, and maybe another ...
The girl seemed to know. At almost the last moment, she pulled his cock free from her mouth and in the next moment, she was shoving his cock between her tits.
That was all it took. The boy groaned as the cum started to flow.
“Look at you,” Robin cooed. “Look at you. You’re getting it all over me.”
“Yeah,” the boy groaned. “Yeah.”
And that was when the girl finally seemed to get it. “Oh my God,” she said a little more loudly than one might have expected in a library as the realization of what she’d done finally set in on her and yet, as much as she might have wanted to deny it, she knew she hadn’t been a passive observer.
Mary left the two of them to figure out how they were going to handle things in the aftermath of what they’d done. She had more important concerns. It was clear that somehow, she had made things happen, but she couldn’t help wonder just how far she could make things go.
That night, Mary had another vivid dream. She was back in the library again only this time, she was the one with the cock and it was Robin who wanted her to fuck her tits and unlike Ethan, she didn’t hesitate in the least when given the opportunity. All she knew was when it happened, Robin certainly liked it.
By the time the next morning had come around, Mary Wilson had come to the conclusion that some way or some how, she had a part in what had happened. She still was reluctant to think that she had caused what had happened, but somehow, some way, it seemed as if events were revolving around her.
Jamie Lemore could hardly be considered popular. Her hair was dyed black. She wore black eye liner and black lipstick. Her nails were painted black.
Her clothes were invariably black. That day, it was a black top and a black skirt with black fishnets and black boots. She wore a cross, painted black, of course.
Jamie Lemore wanted to be left alone and it seemed as if all the rest of the school was perfectly willing to give her what she wanted.
Everyone that is, but Mary. Jamie was hardly an unattractive girl, Mary thought even as her fingers worked her locket, but she was definitely not approachable. If you could get someone to penetrate that veneer, that would be saying something.
Almost as if on demand, Charlie Perkins strode into Mary’s line of sight. Charlie was everything Jamie was not. The captain of the basketball team was popular and admired. People wanted to be him. Most people thought Jamie was weird.
He would have passed her by. Mary was sure of that except at the last moment, he stopped and turned. “Hey, Jamie,” the boy said. “How’s it going?”
“You talking to me?”
The basketball player grinned. “I don’t see anyone else around here named Jamie, do you?”
“No.”
“Then I must be talking to you.”
“Maybe, but maybe you’re just talking at me. Someone put you up to this, didn’t they?”
“No one put me up to it.”
“Yeah right. Aren’t you dating Kimberly Collins?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I think that says you really aren’t talking to me.”
“Maybe I’m just slumming a bit.”
Mary could see the hackles rise at the implication of that but even as she watched, she continued to finger her locket, and even as she watched, the girl’s attitude seemed to change. “So you think you’re the one who’s slumming,” the girl said. “Well maybe it’s the other way around.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe I’m the one who’s slumming by just letting you talk to me.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I was pretty sure you wouldn’t, but here, let me make it simple for you.” The girl turned around. “Do you see my ass,” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh ho. You can, can you? Do you have x-ray vision or something?”
“No.”
“Then how can you see my ass.”
“I meant—”
“You meant you wanted to see my ass, but if that’s what you wanted, then that’s what you should have said.”
“I—”
“No. Don’t speak. It’s definitely not your strong suit. I think we both can see that by now, but I think we know something you might actually be good at, don’t we?”
The man nodded.
“Why don’t you lift up my skirt.”
The boy did as he was told.
“What do you see now?”
“Your panties?”
“Very good,” the girl said. “You don’t have to be shy. You can say it. Do you want to take my panties down?”
“Yes?”
“Come on. You can be more forceful than that. Do you want to take my panties down?”
“Yes.”
“Then you can kneel behind me,” the girl said. “Kneel behind me and use your teeth. Use your teeth to take down my panties.”
Mary stroked her locket even as she continued to watch. There was Charlie kneeling down behind Jamie, and there he was pulling her panties down with his teeth.
“You can kiss me,” the girl said. “You can kiss my ass.”
The man puckered up and then he kissed her first on one cheek and then on the other and then back again on the first one, and back again on the second one.
“That’s it,” the girl purred. “Kiss my ass.”
The boy continued to do as he was told.
The girl bent over and then she spread her legs first a little and then a little bit more. “I think you know what I want,” the girl said. “I want you to lick me.”
The boy did what he was told to do. There’d really been no doubt in Mary’s mind that he would do anything but exactly what he’d been told to do. He was sliding his tongue between her legs and then he was licking her pussy and he was making the girl moan.
“That’s it,” Jamie encouraged him. “Lick me. Lick my pussy.”
The boy’s hands squeezed her cheeks even as he continued to lick and then he was squeezing and separating and he was licking some more.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “That’s what I want. Lick my ass.”
The boy kept licking.
“You really do lick good,” the girl moaned, “but I got a feeling you do something just as well. Tell me. Would you like to stick your cock between my legs?”
The boy kissed the girl’s butt. “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes. I want to stick my cock between your legs.”
“Then you can stand,” the girl said, and Charlie stood.
“I think you know what to do,” the girl said.
The boy knew. His hands gripped the girl’s hips and then he was sliding his cock between her legs. His first attempt to get inside her pussy failed but as wet as she was, the second one succeeded, and the girl moaned as the boy pushed himself ever deeper between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah.”
The man pounded away and the girl groaned as Mary watched. She wanted to see it happen. She wanted to see the girl take his cum.
Almost as if on command, the boy groaned and then he grunted, and the girl moaned and there was absolutely no doubt whatsoever as to what was happening between the girl’s legs. The boy grunted again and again and again, and Mary knew. The girl had to be so full of the boy’s cum.
That night in bed, Mary had a dream about Charlie and Jamie except there was one big difference. In her dream, it wasn’t her pussy that was taking the boy’s cock. It was another hole, and the girl kept begging him to give it to her, to fuck her harder, harder, harder.
Mary woke up feeling sore and excited. It was almost as if she had received the same treatment as Jamie had in her dreams.
There was no longer any doubt in Mary’s mind. She knew what was happening. She knew she was bending people to her will and she knew she liked it. She couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do today.
Mary Wilson didn’t have many friends but one of the few friends she did have was Geri Whitson.
Geri was a shy girl with short, blond hair and a quirky, little smile. Mary had always known her as her friend but until that day, Mary had never known what her friend really wanted.
She was sitting with her friend in the cafeteria when Chelsea Griffiths just happened to pass and Geri’s eyes followed her but it just wasn’t that her eyes followed her. It was the way her eyes looked when they did follow her. “Oh my God,” Mary exclaimed, “you want her.”
Geri suddenly looked panicky. “What? No,” she tried to cover for herself.
But Mary wasn’t buying it. “You want her,” she said. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“No, really,” her friend said. “You’re not going to tell, are you?”
“Tell? No. I’m not going to tell, but I got something for you.”
“Something for me?”
“You like girls, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Come on, Geri. I can tell.”
“You’re not going to tell, are you?”
“Tell? No, I’m not going to tell.”
Geri breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good,” she said.
“Have you even ever been with a girl?”
“I ... I—”
“Come on, Geri. You can tell me.”
Mary was still fingering the locket as she said that and Geri’s face suddenly got serene. “I haven’t,” she said.
“You must get so frustrated.”
“I do.”
“I’m going to do you a favor then so tell me, do you have a favorite?”
“Favorite?”
“A girl you’d like to have more than any other.”
Geri’s eyes looked back the way that Chelsea had gone and Mary smiled.
“I think I know the answer,” she said. “Would you like to have Chelsea?”
Geri nodded.
“Come on. I think I know where she went.”
Geri could no more have resisted than she could have stopped herself from breathing. She got up and she followed her friend out of the cafeteria.
Chelsea and Kimberly were in the girl’s bathroom when Mary and her friend entered. “So I was telling Bobby that he had to be out of his fucking mind,” Chelsea told her friend and her reflection in the mirror.
“He’s always saying stuff like that,” said Kimberly.
“I know but it bugs me. Speaking of bugs ...”
Kimberly looked in the mirror at the two newcomers. “Maybe we should get out of here,” she told her friend.
Chelsea didn’t move. She was still looking at herself in the mirror. “You go ahead,” she said.
“You sure?”
Chelsea nodded. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up to you later.”
“Okay. See ya later,” and with that, Kimberly was gone.
Chelsea stared at herself in the mirror.
Someone had entered one of the stalls and had flushed a toilet and Chelsea could feel her body stiffen. There was just something so ... so erotic about that, something that made her pussy so wet when she heard a toilet flush.
No wait. That couldn’t be right. There was nothing erotic about a toilet flushing.
But then another toilet flushed and Chelsea fought back the urge to moan. It had always been that way, Chelsea knew. No, it wasn’t. Yes, it was. Oh God, she didn’t care how it had or had not been.
Another toilet flushed and it was only with the greatest of efforts that Chelsea kept herself from coming. It didn’t matter that unbeknownst to her, Mary had changed her mind forever. What did matter was that whenever she heard a toilet flush, her pussy was always on the verge of cumming. It had always been that way Chelsea told herself and it always would be.
She should get out of there, she told herself. One more time, she told herself. One more flush and she wouldn’t be able to control herself. She should get out of there before it happened again and yet she found herself unable to move.
Once more, she heard a toilet flush.
Chelsea groaned to herself. It was too late. Her pussy was so wet. She didn’t care who it was or how it happened. She just knew she needed someone to take care of her pussy.
She didn’t see Mary and Geri talking. She didn’t see Mary fingering her locket. All she saw was herself in the mirror.
“I think she’s ready for you,” Mary told her friend.
“How do you know,” Geri whispered back.
“What? Are you kidding? Just look at her. She wants it bad.”
“I don’t know,” Geri said hesitantly.
“Oh geez. Would you just do it.”
It was almost like she was being pushed forward, Geri thought, although no one was really pushing her, and it wasn’t like she was being made to do anything she didn’t already want to do so she just went with the flow.
Someone was coming up behind her, Chelsea realized. It was one of those girls. It was Geri and she was sliding a hand up under her cheerleader’s skirt. She couldn’t do anything more than moan but she really hoped that Geri would keep right on doing what she was doing.
Emboldened by Chelsea’s lack of resistance, Geri slid a hand between Chelsea’s legs and for that, she was rewarded with a moan from Chelsea.
“Oh God,” Chelsea moaned. It was the first time she’d been able to say anything in quite a while, but she couldn’t help it. She needed it to continue.
Geri was pulling down Chelsea’s panties and then she was sliding her fingers between the cheerleader’s legs. It was amazing, the girl thought, but Chelsea was wet. Chelsea was wet for her.
Oh fuck, Chelsea thought. Don’t make me wait. Please. Don’t make me wait.
“Turn around,” Geri ordered. It really wasn’t in her style to tell other people what to do, but she had a feeling that this once, nobody would mind.
Chelsea certainly didn’t mind.
“Take off your skirt,” was the next order, “and your top, too. Take that off, too.”
Chelsea quickly rushed to comply. That left her wearing just her bra but she wouldn’t be wearing that for long.
“Take the bra off,” Geri ordered and that was all it took to get the cheerleader completely naked.
Geri had no idea why Chelsea was doing what she was doing and she didn’t much care. She didn’t care what happened next. She’d gotten to see Chelsea Griffiths naked and now she was racing to take off her own clothes. She didn’t care if someone came in and caught them this way. She just had to do what she had to do.
“Get up on the counter,” she ordered. “Get up there and spread your legs for me.”
Chelsea, of course, did exactly what she was told to do and then Chelsea moaned as Geri’s tongue slipped in between her thighs.
“Oh geez,” the cheerleader moaned. “Oh geez.” It was almost like she was about to cum right then and there.
Geri’s tongue continued to work the other girl’s clit.
“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez. You’re going to make me cum.”
That was the general idea, Geri thought.
“Oh geez. Oh geez. Oh fu-u-u-u-ucking geez,” the girl screamed. “Oh geez.”
And still Geri’s tongue kept working the other girl’s quivering slit.
Chelsea was starting to come down from her orgasm. At the same time as she felt embarrassment over what she’d done, she couldn’t help but admit just how good it felt.
“Are you going to do me now,” Geri asked.
Do her, Chelsea thought. Why the hell should she do that, but then she wasn’t paying attention to Mary who was toying with her locket.
“Sure,” the cheerleader said. “Hop up here.”
And suddenly the roles were reversed. It was Geri up on the counter, fingering her dripping cunt and waiting for the most popular girl in school to slide in between her thighs.
It was good to make Geri moan, Chelsea told herself but she wasn’t about to let this girl have one up on her. If Geri had made her cum, then she was going to show that she could do the job just as good herself.
Geri couldn’t help but moan as her pussy finally gave in. She knew what was happening. What she still couldn’t believe was that it was happening to her.
That night, Mary had a dream. Geri and Chelsea were having a contest. They wanted to know who was the best pussy licker in school and they were taking turns licking Mary’s pussy. Mary woke up before the dream was done. She kind of hoped her friend had won but then on the other hand, there was something to be said for seeing just how far the head cheerleader would go to win.
It was the next day at school when Geri came up to her friend. “What’s happened to you,” she asked.
“What do you mean what’s happened to me?”
“You used to be, you know ... shy. You kept to yourself.”
“You think I liked being like that?”
Geri nodded. “I always thought you did. I mean, you never complained.”
Mary could feel herself nodding to herself. Geri was right. She never had complained. She wondered why.
Geri was looking at her friend. “Well,” she asked.
“I guess I changed,” Mary said and yet even as she said it, she knew that wasn’t right.
Geri knew it, too. “People just don’t change like that.”
Mary knew what had changed her. It was the locket. Somehow, the locket had done this to her. Somehow, the locket had changed her.
Reflexively, her fingers went to the locket. It was just a habit. Whenever something disturbed her, her fingers went to the locket. So what what if she had changed, she told herself. What was wrong with that.
Geri was watching her friend. “Mary, what’s wrong with you,” she asked worriedly.
“You worry too much,” Mary told her friend, “but don’t worry. I’ve got a solution for that. You need to stop thinking ... and I can help you with that.”
Geri seemed to sense that something was happening to her. “What are you doing to me?”
Mary didn’t say anything. She just smiled at her friend.
“Mmm,” her friend moaned. “I ... um ... I need to ... no, that’s not right.”
Mary continued to finger her locket. “What do you need to do?”
Geri nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I need to—”
“You need to what?”
The girl moaned and then she sighed. “I need to fuck,” she said.
Mary continued to stroke the locket. “Yes, I can see that.”
“You’re, um ... you’re doing this to me, right?”
“Now, now, now,” Mary purred. “You shouldn’t be thinking that way. In fact, you shouldn’t be thinking at all.”
“I shouldn’t be thinking at all,” the girl agreed.
“That’s right,” Mary purred, “and now, since I’m your friend, I’m going to let you tell me who you really want to fuck.”
There was no doubt who Geri wanted. She’d never told anyone, not even her best friend, but there was one boy she liked more than all the others. “I want to fuck Bobby Rowlands.”
Mary smirked at that. “Really,” she said. “You like Bobby Rowlands?”
Geri nodded. “I always have.”
Mary continued to finger her locket. “I want you to think about Bobby then. There’s no reason to think about anything else.”
“No reason,” Geri agreed.
“In fact all you can think about is sex.”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t help it. It’s all you can think about.”
“I know. I want it all the time.”
“And the more you get ...”
“The more I want,” Geri finished.
That surprised Mary, she hadn’t expected her friend to finish her thought for her. “That’s right,” she said. “The more you get, the more you want.”
Geri didn’t say anything.
“So what are you going to go do?”
It was as if Geri had suddenly woke up. Her eyes blinked and then she blinked again. “I gotta go fuck Bobby Rowlands.”
“Well, if you gotta go,” Mary said, “then I guess you gotta go.”
“Right. I gotta go,” Geri said. “I’ll talk with you later,” and with that, Geri Whitson went off in search of the soon-to-get-lucky Bobby Rowlands.
It was too bad that she’d had to do that to her friend, Mary thought, but she couldn’t have Geri going around telling people what she could do. It wasn’t even like she thought Geri actually would tell anyone but there was always the chance that she would and in the end, that was enough to make her take action.
Geri had been right about Mary, but that didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered now was where her next cock was coming from, and there was something else, too. In the end, what really mattered Mary thought was that she’d lived in the shadows long enough. What really mattered was that in the end, whether they knew it or not, friends and foes alike would all submit to her and friends and foes alike would all hail her as their master.