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“Come on,” Jenna continued to encourage her
apparently shy mate.

Derek found himself wanting to yell, “get
your ass in here” and “what the hell’s wrong with you?” but all of
his encouraging thoughts fell silent as his best friend appeared
between the slats.

“There you are,” Jenna smiled a devilishly
sexual grin as she reached out for Jason to come closer.

“No way,” Derek whispered, drawing angry
stares from his closet-mates. “How in the hell is this possible,”
he questioned, keeping his thoughts to himself this time. Jason was
a decent looking guy and all, but Tyler was right, he was a bit of
a nerd and definitely not part of the Jenna click.

Obviously nervous, Jason slowly shuffled his
way closer, stopping just short of her outstretched fingertips.

Apparently not interested in waiting any
longer, Jenna leaned forward, grabbed hold of Jason’s sweater and
pulled him between her now fully parted legs. As their bodies met,
Jenna rolled back, pulling Jason with her onto the bed and placing
their lips on a collision course.

Not wanting to take his eyes off of the
unbelievable events taking place just beyond the door, Derek
couldn’t help but notice the mixed reactions of excited disbelief
and complete disgust from his fellow voyeurs. He could sympathize
with the disbelief. If a situation like this were to be bet on in
Vegas it would likely receive million-to-one...no...billion-to-one
odds. It wouldn’t even be worth betting on because it just wouldn’t
happen.

Watching as Jenna continued her control of
the encounter and rolled Jason onto his back so that she was now
straddling the shocked but excited teen, it suddenly occurred to
Derek, what if this is all just a prank? Obviously everyone else in
the closet knew that this was going to happen. What if this was all
some sort of setup? On the other hand, what if it wasn’t? If this
was
all part of some elaborate joke, Jenna was definitely
deserving of the oscar as she began shoving her tongue down Jason’s
throat. It was possible that someone caught wind of the possible
encounter, Derek thought. And with how quickly word spreads it was
definitely conceivable that a handful of moral-less individuals
could sneak in ahead of the horny couple to get their jollies from
within a closet while the young pair went at it on the bed.

Torn on what to do, either step in and
prevent a devastatingly embarrassing moment for Jason or remain
silent and not interfere with a potentially amazing experience for
his closest friend, Derek continued to watch as Jenna worked her
way up Jason’s body until she was sitting on his chest looking down
at him while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

He knew Jason lacked experience when it came
to girls. If this
was
a real encounter it would likely end
embarrassingly anyway, as the sight of Jenna’s bra would surely be
enough to trigger a premature reaction. Surprisingly though, Jason
managed to hang on as Jenna slid the lacy pink blouse off of her
shoulders to reveal the hot red bra underneath.

Tyler and Brendan silently high-fived each
other and Derek began to feel more at ease that this, as
unbelievable as it was, was a real thing.

“Do you mind if we try something?” Jenna
asked her pinned companion.

In a position where “no” just wasn’t an
option, Jason simply nodded as Jenna leaned to the side, reaching
for the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Opening the
drawer, she withdrew a pair of silky red scarves and Derek began to
wonder just how kinky Tyler’s parents might be and why Jenna knows
where they keep their instruments of erotic play.

“I want to tie you up,” Jenna told Jason as
she dangled the scarves over his head.

Again, unwilling to say anything that might
cause the best night of his life to end, Jason remained silent as
Jenna began tying him to the headboard.

“Is that too tight?” she questioned as she
cinched the first scarf around his wrist.

“No,” Jason quietly mumbled as she began on
his other hand.

Once the second knot was secured, Jenna
again slowly slid down Jason’s body until she was again laying on
top of him, her astounding cleavage mere inches from his face.

Jason’s nerves were clearly visible as
occasional tremors rattled down his legs.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jenna comforted him as
she began kissing his neck, slowly working her way down his chest
and over his stomach. Lifting his shirt out of the way, she lightly
ran the tip of her tongue around his belly button before looking up
at her bound companion’s look of sheer ecstasy. The look of ecstasy
was quickly replaced by shock however as his belt buckle came
undone, followed by the button and then zipper. With the skill of a
tenured porn star, within seconds, Jenna had Jason’s pants down
around his ankles, his sneakers preventing their complete removal.
But she had no plans of stopping there and as she reached for his
briefs, Jason flinched.

“It’s okay,” Jenna assured him in a creepily
mothering tone. “I’m going to make you feel so good. You’ll
remember this forever.”

With that exciting promise, Jason relaxed
and his underwear joined his pants once again.

“Just one more thing,” Jenna paused, again
reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand.

From it she withdrew a large purple
dildo.

Caught completely off guard, Derek just
stared in shock at the large rubber member.

Jason shared the same shocked and terrified
look. “What’s that for?”

“Oh,” Jenna laughed, realizing how the
situation looked. “It’s not for you.”

“Good,” Jason sighed as he laughed
nervously.

“No. I want you to use it on me. I was just
getting it out,” she continued to laugh as she placed the rubber
toy on Jason’s chest. “I just have to go get ready for you,” she
added as she slid off the bed and started toward the bathroom.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” she teased as she
disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind
her.

Still in shock over the large member now
resting on his friend’s chest, Derek quickly scanned the closet to
get everyone else’s reactions and for the first time noticed
cameras in a few of their hands, including Tyler’s. “Oh shit,” he
thought, but it was too late. Suddenly the closet doors burst open,
its temporary residents pouring out into the room pointing and
laughing at a horrified Jason as he struggled to free himself from
the silk knots around his wrists.

Remaining in the closet, Derek watched as
the bathroom door also swung open to reveal a, once again, fully
dressed Jenna, also pointing and laughing at the now very public
scene.

Jason thrashed back and forth, launching the
purple penis from his chest.

“You dropped something!” Brendan laughed as
Tyler snapped photos.

Continuing to fight his bonds, Jason finally
managed to get his right hand loose and quickly untied his left as
he struggled to return his pants and underwear to his waist before
stumbling to his feet and running from the room in tears.

Feeling horrible for his friend, Derek
pushed through the crowd of laughing idiots to pursue his
embarrassed friend but stopped at the door to the sound of his
name.

“Derek!” the voice shouted.

Derek turned to see that all of the closet
dwellers were now gone. Even Jenna was no longer standing in the
bathroom doorway, pointing and laughing.

“Deerreek,” the voice playfully
beckoned.

Confused, Derek slowly made his way back
toward the closet to find that the bi-folding doors had once again
been closed.

“Derek,” his whispered name escaped from
between the slatted doors as he grabbed hold of the two knobs and
flung the doors open to reveal an empty closet, its only
inhabitants comprised of clothing and an abundance of women’s
shoes.

“Over here,” the whisper now sounded as if
it came from the bed.

Spinning in place, the bed was empty.

“Warmer,” the voice taunted.

Staring at the bed, Derek’s eyes wandered to
the dark void beneath it. “Hello,” he called but received no
response. “Whoever you are, come out. This isn’t funny.”

A faint snicker came from under the bed as
Derek began to go down to one knee but was quickly stopped as he
caught a glimpse of Jason’s face over his right shoulder.

“Derek, wake up!” Jason snapped as he
plunged a needle into his neck.

Derek’s eyes shot open as he sat up on the
unfamiliar sofa and grabbed hold of his neck, searching for the
again, unwelcomed syringe. He quickly forgot about the dreamt
attack however as his eyes widened at the ghastly sight of Sarah,
disemboweled and lying across the coffee table, gasping for her
last breaths just as Jason slit her throat.

“Ahhh!” Derek screamed, startled awake by
the vivid nightmare.

Moments later Sarah emerged from her room,
stunned and frightened by Derek’s sudden cry.

“What the hell’s going on!” Reyna shouted as
she emerged from
her
room brandishing the same knife and
pepper spray.

“Are you alright?” Sarah questioned as she
made her way to Derek, taking a seat beside him.

“I told you not to let him stay here,” Reyna
complained from the hall.

“He was hurt. Someone obviously drugged
him,” Sarah rebutted her roommate’s protest as she placed one hand
on Derek’s forehead while using her other hand to check his
pulse.

Derek remained upright, though the still
lingering effects of the drugs appeared to lull him back into a
groggy, slumbering state.

“He probably shot that shit up himself and
got his ass kicked by some other junkies. I’m going back to bed.
Let me know if he dies so we can get some sleep around here.” With
that Reyna returned to her room, locking the door behind her.

“It’s okay,” Sarah ran her hand from Derek’s
forehead to the opposite side of his neck and gently pulled him
toward her lap as she placed a pillow on her leg.

Unknowingly accepting the guidance, Derek
laid his head on the pillow and returned to sleep.

TWENTY-FIVE

“Get a ride to school
one
day and the bus
driver forgets you exist,” Katie laughed as her bus blew right by
her, apparently spotting her at the last second as the squeal of
brakes erupted a couple of houses down. In her defense though, Mrs.
McGuly was at least eighty years old and judging from the handful
of exciting rides over the last couple of years, she was likely
partially deaf and blind as well. It was amazing that she was still
allowed to drive the giant yellow torpedo.

Catching up to the bus, the door folded back
to reveal tiny Mrs. McGuly perched on her oversized vinyl seat, the
same pleasant smile that had greeted her since elementary school
still beaming through the added wrinkles and false teeth.

“I’m sorry dear. I didn’t see you there,”
the old lady laughed as Katie climbed the steps.

“That’s okay. I could use the exercise
anyway,” Katie smiled.

“You are looking a bit doughy child.”

“Did she just call me doughy?” Katie
questioned, exchanging looks with a young girl in the front seat
who also seemed shocked by the comment.

She hadn’t shared the news of her pregnancy
with the old woman and apparently no one else had either. Mrs.
McGuly came from a different generation when you didn’t even have
sex until you were married, let alone have a child. The news might
come as such a shock to the old woman as to cause a heart attack
and land the bus full of teenagers in one of the deep ditches
alongside the road.

“Yeah, I guess I should start running
again,” Katie played along with a smile before turning to find her
seat.

“There you go,” the old lady lightly punched
her on the shoulder before stretching to reach the handle that
closed the door.

“What was that all about?” Latisha asked as
Katie took a seat beside her.

“She just called me fat.”

“You want me to cap the bitch?” Latisha
joked.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You
live in Cannon. You aren’t black,” Katie laughed at her friend; one
of the only African American members of the ninety-nine percent
white, small town.

“Just ‘cause I ain’t gangsta you tellin’ me
I ain’t black. That some bullshit,” Latisha laid it on thick. “I
can take out some eighty yea’ ol’ cracka.”

Katie just laughed. Though she agreed with
the stereotype that women don’t often make good comedians, Latisha
was definitely the exception. No one had a quicker wit and no one
could make her laugh like she could.

“Alright, in all sincerity though. You
aren’t fat,” Latisha did a complete one-eighty in both tone and
mannerism.

Katie just laughed harder.

“What? I’m being serious.”

Katie continued.

“Cracka, you be trippin’ o’ somethin’,” she
struggled to maintain her composure as she too began to laugh.
“Seriously though, I thought your dad was going to drive you until
your timer popped.”

“He’s all talk. You know his schedule.
Besides, I insisted that I didn’t want this...” motioning toward
her stomach “...to change anything.

“Well girl, it’s going to change things.
It’s going to change a whole lot of things. Your timing was right
though. In another week we’ll be out of school for the summer.
You’ll pop the kid out sometime in late July and have a whole month
to get back in shape for round two.”

“There will be no round two,” Katie
corrected the loose description of her future.

“You sure? I hear Jordan might be coming
back next year.”

“What?” all previous humor in her voice
vanished at the news of the possible return of her baby’s now
sixteen year old father.

“That’s what I hear. I guess having a child
twenty-four-seven cramps the lifestyle of a single, divorced man.
Not so useful in picking up chicks when they themselves are old
enough to knock them up.”