Jack's Story (updated 11/13/2017 Ch. 43)

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Feb 17, 2017 10:43 am

Chapter One - A Polite Knock

All things considered, the day was going pretty well so far. I survived the school day and now the aliens and monsters flashing on my computer screen were dying as fast as I could click the mouse. Then came a knock on the door. I suppose to most folks this is not a big deal but in this house no one ever knocks, not ever, they just walk in.

"Hey Jack, can I come in?" A feminine sing-song voice said muffled by the hollow door.

My heart clenched, not only does no one ever knock in this house, my sister rarely speaks to me. So if she is both knocking on my door and politely asking me if she could enter then something big was going on.

I did the only thing a self respecting 16 year old boy would do in that situation. I ignored her.

The fact that it took nearly an entire minute for my sister to lose patience and knock again just moved the importance level of whatever she wanted a few notches higher. "Jack, I know you are in there, I need a favor."

With those words the mouse froze in my hand and the aliens and monsters began to have their revenge. My hands eventually unclenched enough to close the game. My brain was screaming at me some tired old line about curiosity killing cats but my legs were not listening and I found myself moving toward the door. I opened it just as she was about to turn the knob her patience having finally run out.

"What is it Kat?" Her name is Kathy but everyone just calls her Kat. She looked at me her brown eyes so similar to Mom's that every family reunion there was someone who would talk about how much she looked like our Mom when she was young. My own brown eyes and brown hair also favored our mother but without the long curls that Kat maintained the resemblance was hard to see.

"I need your help." Kat said flipping a lock of her hair over one shoulder that had drifted in front of her face.

"Help?" I said in mock surprise, having already figured that out from her uncharacteristic knocking. "Whatever could your younger, annoying brother do for you?" I said with my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kat narrowed her eyes and brushed past me into my room. "I need a favor." She wore a pair of cream colored leggings and an oversize blue sweatshirt with the logo of our school written on the front in white lettering. She was barefoot since our parents did not allow shoes on the upper floors of the house to preserve the carpeting.

"It must be big for you to knock and all." Jack said.

Kat turned and frowned at the door just now realizing that she had tipped her hand. "Well yes it is kind of big."

The last time my sister asked me for a favor flashed through my mind, well I tried to remember the last time and came up with nothing. She was a fiercely independent soul and asking favors of anyone violated her foundational ethics. Asking favors of her brother whom she merely tolerated would be akin to self immolation, at least it seemed that way. Either way this was going to be interesting. "Ok, how can I help you?" I said with a smile I learned from watching car salesmen and game show hosts.

"I need to tie you up."

Silence.

More silence.

Kat waited simply shifting her weight from one foot to the other. My brain had simply switched off. Of all the scenarios my prefrontal cortex had been attempting to anticipate, this one was so far off the grid that the whole thing short circuited.

"Did you hear me?"

The question had the effect of rebooting my speech and audio centers. "Uh, what?"

"I need to tie you up." Kat said again.

I shook my head stepped back and sat on the corner of my bed. Kat folded her arms under her breasts and let her weight fall onto her back leg in an attitude of annoyed patience. "I am willing to pay you."

I shook my head and glanced at the window to make sure that the sky was still blue. "What for?"

"It is for a gift but I can't tell you any of the details because it would ruin it. Just tell me what you want. I am on a schedule, we have to have it done within two hours."

"How long..." Why did I not simply push her out of my room with a kick to her ass for good measure.

"Two hours tops, so what do you want?"

I racked my brain for what I needed from my sister, but came up with nothing. Mostly because I was astonished that I was even considering this. She really wasn't a bad sister, mostly indifferent to me, until this moment at least. "Uh, I can't..."

"Do your chores, pay you money, what?" Kat asked impatiently.

I am a bright guy, and I know that when you are handed a free wish you take some time to think about it. Rushing things is how all the guys in the Djinn stories keep getting screwed. "I will do it." Still having trouble believing I uttered those words. "And you will owe me three favors."

Kat's eyes narrowed. "Three favors."

I nodded.

"I get to refuse one of them." Kat said shrewdly.

"Ok, but you will still owe me the favor."

Kat held out her hand. "Deal."

"Ok," Her hand was cool and delicate but her grip was firm.

"Come with me, your two hours start after I finish tying you up."

I followed her downstairs a bit perplexed as to where she was going. "Uh, where are you going?"

"Can't tell you that." She left the house and got into her small late model Honda.

"What? Not in the house? I'm not going to be tied up in public."

"Not in public you ninny." Kat sniffed. "But not at our house either, no more questions because I can't answer them." She pulled out of the driveway. "If you are going to back out now you get to leap from a moving vehicle."

She drove for twenty minutes to a neighborhood I was familiar with but did not know anyone who lived there, she pulled up to a two story house that looked a little nicer than our own house. "Who lives here?"

"You don't get to know that." She turned off the ignition grabbed a duffle bag from the back seat that I had not noticed before. "Come on."

She ran around to the gate on the side of the house and opened it. I followed her into a backyard that was definitely nicer than ours. A pool and hot tub with a small water fall splashing down some rocks filled the majority of the space, the rest was landscaped beautifully. Kat ignored all of this and moved toward the expansive deck that connected the pool area to the house. She entered through the back door, kicked off her shoes which she instructed me to do also, and led me through a nice kitchen to a stairway leading up. At the top of the stairs she opened a door and pulled me into a bedroom, a girl's bedroom. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the room with white end tables on each side. A deep green bedspread with a white feminine accent pattern covered the bed completely though it did appear to be concealing rumpled sheets beneath. There was a open closet on one wall that showed the varied colors that could only be feminine clothing. Male clothing never has pinks and pastels.

"Ok Jack, stand at the foot of the bed facing the closet." Kat ordered.

I hesitated. This was not at all what I was bargaining for. "What is this all about, I don't want to get in trouble."

Kat sighed. "Look, you won't get in trouble. Just trust me."

I gave Kat my most withering look. "I need something more that that. This looks illegal to me. Breaking and entering, or at least entering."

Kat sighed. "Ok, this is the house of a friend of mine, this is her bedroom. She is a year younger than I and a year older than you."

"Ok, so..."

"She has a huge crush on you." Kat sighed, obviously revealing something she did not want to.

Again for the second time in one day my brain switched off. Silence.

Kat stepped closer and waved her hand in front of my face. "Hello, Earth to Jack."

I shook my head. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"This girl has a huge crush on you."

My brain managed the new information better this time around. "Wow, is she cute?"

Kat rolled her eyes. "Very, but I'm not going to tell you who it is since it will ruin the surprise, and I want you to be surprised too."

"Why?" I asked becoming worried that she was trying to trick me.

"If you knew who it was you would probably act different. You already know she like you, that will have to be enough. Grab the bed posts with your hands."

The bed was larger than my own and had large posts at each corner that rose to a height a few inches higher than my head. I stretched my arms out to the sides not higher than my shoulders, and could just touch each post with my finger tips.

"Ok don't move." Kat pulled out a silk scarf from the bag that she wrapped around my wrist and the post and tied in a knot. She repeated this with my other hand effectively stretching my hands between the posts. I thought I could untie the knots with my fingers with a bit of effort. Kat also must have realized this because she then wrapped my hands from the wrist to the post with a kind of stretch bandage that seemed to stick to itself. When she was done the scarf binding my wrists were completely hidden beneath the dark blue wrappings and I could barely twitch my fingers let alone untie any knots.

"Uh..." I said feeling a wave of vulnerability pass over me.

Kat cocked an eyebrow in my direction. "I would say it is a little late for second thoughts. Spread your legs."

She tied my legs to each of the bed posts adding a bit to the tension in my arms as my spread legs shortened my height and therefore raised my arms a bit. It was not yet uncomfortable. Kat did not bother with the bandages around my ankles since I could never untie knots with my toes.

"Ok, we are almost done. But there is one more thing I must do since you insisted on my telling you that she has a crush on you."

"Oh really, what?"

Kat reached down into the duffle and pulled out another length of silk. She folded it into a thick square and pressed the silky mound of material to my closed lips. "Open up."

I shook my head. "Look Jack, you will say something stupid. You will ruin it if you can speak."

I shook my head again.

Kat closed my nose with her other hand. I couldn't breath, and I couldn't move. Finally my lungs were screaming so loud my lips could no longer ignore them. I tried to breathe through my closed teeth but when my lips peeled back Kat pushed, and pushed hard. The pressure against my gums hurt, a lot, and I opened wider to avoid the pain. And was rewarded with a mouth full of silk that was warmed by her hand.

"Thank you." Kat smiled and dexterously used her toes to grasp the roll of blue bandage and pass it to her hand whilst her other hand held the packing in my mouth. She then wrapped the bandage over my mouth and around the back of my head four or five times.

I tried to yell my anger but it made no sense to me let alone anyone else. She smiled and packed everything into the duffle bag. She then revealed a wrapped box and set it on the floor between my legs. It was small, maybe 8 inches by 3 inches.

"Ok Jack, have fun. And I want to hear all the details when you get home. I told Mom and Dad you were studying with friends tonight so they won't expect you home till late. Ta. Ta." She waved and closed the door.
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Jack's Story Chapter Two - Unwrapping the Present

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Feb 17, 2017 10:45 am

Chapter Two - Unwrapping the Present

I pulled hard at the bonds holding my hands stretched wide between the posts but was rewarded with only a slight creaking of the bed. No movement at all. I strained my fingers trying to pierce the wrapping around my hands but the wrappings only bulged slightly when I made a fist. I stretched my jaw and chewed the silk but the elasticity of the wrapping only made the gag more effective and I feared that anymore attempts would cause me to choke. I was stuck.

Time passed incredibly slowly. I was more nervous than I ever had been in my life, and scared. Scenarios of terrible things passed through my mind. What if this girl's parents walked in, what if she had an older brother. What if the house caught fire. What if... The door knob turned.

I held my breath as the door opened and a red head girl swept into the room. She had head phones on and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her back was too me and she was dancing. Her long red curls flew about her head as she shook her head to the rhythm. Her firm athletic legs were encased in shiny green legging and her torso was covered by a man's white tank top that hung low over her backside. During her wild dance the shirt flew up and revealed an amazing ass that shook slightly as she gyrated her hips to music only she could hear.

Her erratic movements finally brought her attention toward me and she stopped suddenly and our eyes met. And then she screamed. An ear piercing sound that made me thankful for the wrappings that partially covered my ears. She dropped her back pack and stepped backward toward the door, she tripped over the same back pack and landed on her shiny green ass. Her bright green eyes were wide and frightened but one thing was obvious, she wasn't just cute, she was beautiful. I knew her, though I did not know she was a friend of Kat's. Her name was Polly.

The jolt of the fall seemed to give her mind time to process what she was seeing. Her eyes moved over my arms and legs. She brought her hand to her mouth to hide a smile. "Jack?"

I just watched her, studied her. The loose white tank top did little to hide a green sports bra that matched her green leggings. She had freckles under each eye and across the bridge of her nose, a dimple in her chin and her mop of curly red hair made me think of Merida from the Disney movie "Brave." Though Polly's looked much softer.

She slowly disentangled herself from the backpack and stood up, turning briefly to push the door to her room closed. She pulled the headphones from her head and disentangled them from her hair. She tossed her things onto her bead along with a cell phone from her pocket. She then silently stood in front of me with an odd smile on her face. "Kat said she had a present for me. How will I ever thank her?"

Heat rose to my face. I did not need a mirror to know my face had just passed through three shades of red. Polly's eyes twinkled in delight. "Oh my, you are cute when you blush."

Her foot touched the package between my feet and she knelt down to pick it up. "What do we have here? Another present, today really is my birthday." She leaned close to my face, even though my legs were spread I was still a bit taller than her. Her hair smelled delicious, like vanilla and roses. "Actually it is not until next week." She whispered. "We won't be interrupted with silly things like birthday parties."

She tore open the package and her eyes blazed with a green fire when she looked in the box. She then held the box before me so I could see what was inside. A simple pair of scissors. I was confused for a second. The delight in Polly's eyes made me expect something less mundane until my brain sorted through the situation enough to realize what the scissors meant. Three more shades of red passed through my body.

"Where shall I start first?" Polly's breathing was quick. The wide neckline of the tank top did little to hide her bra and I saw the hard little lumps at the ends of her breasts more clearly than I had moments before. Polly was excited, very excited. Her hands trembled as she gripped the scissors in her hands. "Just let me know if you would like me to stop." Again her eyes blazed in delight at her joke.

The scissors slipped beneath the collar of my shirt and the material parted. "I am going to take this slowly. I always like to take time to unwrap my gifts, don't you?" Polly shredded my shirt into many small pieces, taking her time to slowly expose my chest and belly. The cool touch of the scissors soon warmed with the heat of her fingers. It seemed like hours before my shirt lay at my feet in pieces no larger than an inch square.

"Oh no, your shirt is all gone." Polly said in feigned disappointment. "What ever shall I do?" I felt the scissors glide down over my bare stomach and into the waist band of my cotton shorts. My eyes widened as the draw string split and only my spread legs were keeping them in place. Her patience seemed to be waning because the shorts hit the ground quicker and in larger, less numerous pieces. I looked down at my body, only my boxers and socks remained. Polly did not seem interested in my socks.

She smiled and slid the metal of the scissors across my sternum. "I am a little sad, the wrapping paper is almost gone." The scissor slid over my hip and slowly cut through the waist band of my boxers. "Let's go slowly." She withdrew the scissors and moved to my opposite hip and repeated the cut. Then she extended the first cut a little further before switching back to the first.

My body quivered. There was nothing I could do to stop her from seeing my naked body. My crotch was already swollen and my rapidly failing boxers would soon expose everything, my own excitement would be obvious. It would make the small hardening lumps beneath her bra seem insignificant. She stepped closer and looked into my eyes, "Your sister is so thoughtful, if I had known that my passing comment about your cute butt..." Her hand slipped around behind my back and slowly squeezed my buttocks. "...would have done this, I would have said something sooner."

Without moving away from me or breaking eye contact she cut the remaining material holding my boxers in place and they fell to the floor. My eyes went wide and rolled up into my head as my turgid manhood brushed against the tight fabric of her leggings. She giggled moving her hand lower and lower, and then the bedroom door opened.
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Jack's Story Chapter Three - Hi Mom

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Feb 17, 2017 10:46 am

Chapter Three - Hi Mom

The door opened and another red head peaked around the white wooden door. "Polly, I have a meeting tonight...." The red head woman paused and gasped.

Polly quickly stepped back from me and her skin flushed to match her hair. "Mom... I..." Words died in her mouth as the situation proved impossible to explain.

Polly's mother stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her. She had the same red hair as her daughter and if it had the same curl it was impossible to tell due to the intricate braid it was woven into. It nestled neatly between her shoulder blades covering the zipper of the cream colored dress she wore. It was a tightly fitted dress that compressed her curves while at the same time displaying them. The neckline was high enough to hide cleavage but tight enough to make cleavage unnecessary. It was sleeveless and fell to mid thigh. It hampered her stride a bit as she walked. The delicate swishing sound of her nylon encased legs was easily heard through the silent room. She was barefoot and the red of her toes could be seen from beneath the shiny flesh-toned nylon.

She was beautiful, where Polly was a flower of beauty, her mother was the final luscious fruit. She moved with a sensual grace that girls tried to mimic but only succeeded in exaggerating to a comical degree. The woman that Polly would become stood before me surrounded by a fierce anger in a nearly visible aura. "Polly, explain yourself, we have rules about boys in this house."

"I didn't bring him." Polly stammered. Her mom looked dubious. "I mean, he's a birthday present." The greened eyed stare bored into her daughter. Polly then proceeded to shakily tell her Mom the story about her off hand comment to my sister and what she had done since she got home leaving out the slow removal of my clothing.

Her mother looked at the bits of clothing on the floor and scissors in her daughter's hand. Polly looked away from her mother, but I caught the twitch of a suppressed smile in the corners of the older woman's mouth. She met my eyes and knew that I had seen it. "Did you willingly come here?"

I nodded, looking down, until I realized I was staring at her chest and then quickly looked away.

"Did your sister tie you to my daughter's bed?"

Again I nodded.

"You let her, no blackmail or coercion?"

I struggled over what she meant but realized that she thought Kat had some sort of leverage over me. I shook my head again .

Polly's mother stood there for several minutes. Several long interminable minutes. Polly never moved but she periodically glanced at me and her mother. "Ok, it seems you did not violate any rules."

Polly shook her head and let go of a breath she was holding.

"Do you like this boy?" Her mother asked.

Polly froze and stared at her mother unsure of what to say.

"Simple question Polly, do you like him?" Her mother repeated.

Polly nodded.

"Ok then, please leave the room, I need to get some information from him in private. He will speak more freely if you are not here."

Polly hesitated, while I tried to figure out how I would speak at all. Maybe she would take this awful gag out.

"Don't worry, I am not going to hurt him. Now go." Her voice was firm.

I watched as Polly left the room and then turned to look into a set of eyes that were like Polly's but full of a lifetime of experience. She was reading my mind. Then she stepped back and allowed her gaze to sweep across my body, slowly. My embarrassment had peaked, there is no darker shade of red than blood and sweat started to bead on my face despite the coolness of the room and my lack of clothing.

Polly's Mom just stood there and watched me. Our pet dog watched us eat bacon in exactly the same way that Polly's Mom was looking at me. She stepped closer and the soft fabric of her dress touched my skin, she leaned forward and I could feel the gentle pressure of her breasts. "Do you like my daughter?" She asked quietly with deliberate precision. Her hair also smelled of vanilla and roses but there was also a spicy scent just beneath the surface.

The gag prevented any nuance to my answer and she was not freeing my mouth like I expected so I just nodded slowly

"Ok then," She placed her hand on my chest to push herself back from me. "There are rules in this house and one of them is no boys unless I am home to supervise."

I nodded again.

"But," she smiled and her hand slid lower down my torso. My knees started to tremble. "I will make one adjustment to the rule. Your current predicament has given me an idea as to how to keep my daughter safe. Boys are stronger than girls and cannot always be trusted to control themselves. Do you understand?"

I nodded, though I had seen my own Mom control my Dad very effectively despite their difference in strength. She used her smiles and her eyes to get exactly what she wanted every time.

"You can be alone with my daughter if you are in someway bound. Perhaps not as elaborately as you are now, but not completely free, at least your hands tied." Her hand drew small circles around my navel.

I sucked in breath and closed my eyes at her soft touches and nodded again.

"Good, I wish I knew your name. But we can get to that later."

She stepped back a little further and allowed her hand to fall onto my extremely stiff manhood. I stopped breathing. She gripped me hard and looked directly into my eyes. "And if you break Polly's heart..." She whispered with undisguised ferocity. Her grip continued to tighten and a fire rose in her eyes. "...you will regret it." Pain caused my eyes to water until she released me. "I hope you can handle her."

She glided away from me only the gentle swish of her thighs rubbing together making any sound. "Have fun." She waved in exactly the same way that Kat had done nearly a lifetime ago. I let out my breath in a whoosh, but kept my eyes closed.
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Re: Jack's Story

Postby radar_love » Fri Feb 17, 2017 12:40 pm

Great story. Really enjoyed that.

Jack's Story Chapter 4. Polly's Solution

Postby volatiledesire » Mon Feb 20, 2017 6:52 am

Chapter 4. Polly's Solution

My arms felt stiff, my legs ached, and my mouth felt full of sand. Polly eventually entered the room but ignored me and walked over to the window. "Ok, she is leaving." Polly then left again and came back with a black duffle bag which she pushed under her bed. She then fell onto the bed and I had to crane my neck around to see her lying there with a hand over her eyes.

I made noises, as best I could.

"Oh, sorry. I am just trying to process all of this." She stood up and walked around in front of me, she looked into my eyes. "I am afraid to take off your gag. I am afraid what you will say. I am afraid you will be mad."

I looked into her eyes and tried to communicate but I was starting to really hurt and I felt an acute stab of pain from one leg. I groaned.

"Oh god, you are pissed." Polly said.

I shook my head.

Biting her lip Polly began to peel off the wrapping that encircled my head. She had to pull the silk from my mouth as I couldn't get my tongue to do it. "I'll get you some water."

After a few sips I got my tongue to work. "Can you please release me, my body hurts."

Polly bit her lip again and folded her hands beneath her breasts with a look of concern. "Mom told me the new rule about you being restrained when she was gone."

I nodded.

"She told you too?"

I nodded again.

"So you see, I can't..."

"Just my legs then," I whispered. "To take the pressure off my arms."

"Ok, yes, and I can also remove the wrapping around your hands so you can sit down, will that help?"

I sighed. "That would be great." A few minutes later I was sitting on her bed with my arms still stretched to the side but much more loosely and the blue wrapping was removed. I fell a thousand percent better. "Thank you."

"I think you could get out now if you wanted. But I don't want to break the rules already." Polly said. She was kneeling on the bed behind me and rubbing my shoulders. I was in heaven.

"Ok, but I am going to need clothes."

Polly giggled. "I don't know about needing clothes."

I looked over my shoulder at her. "You have clothes on."

Polly scowled. I think my body should remain a bit mysterious for a while yet, besides Mom doesn't think we should do that?"

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You know, that..." She pointed at my crotch. "Mom says it is a powerful thing, and should be treated like live dynamite. Metaphorically speaking."

"Mom and Dad say the same thing. It will be hard though, you are beautiful."

Polly blushed and quickly rolled off the bed. "Yes, it will be hard. Let me see if I can find you something to wear."

She was in the closet for several minutes, I could see her opening drawers and moving clothes aside. She looked at me and smiled several times. "I don't really have anything."

"Ok, maybe a towel to wrap around or something." I heard her pull the duffle bag from beneath her bed. I heard her moving stuff around before she pulled a black object out of the bag and hopped one the bed behind me. Seconds later my eyes were covered by a blindfold that completely shut out the light. "Hey what gives?"

"Now don't struggle." I felt the scarves being released on one hand and then the other. I groaned in relief as my arms fell limply to my sides. I wanted to pull off the blindfold but tingles of pain swept through my shoulders and I let them lay limply at my side. "Stand up."

I did and felt Polly wrap a metal band around one wrist, it clicked closed and she then pulled it toward my other wrist behind my back. "I don't know how to use all the other stuff Mom gave me but these seem pretty obvious." My wrists were connected behind my back.

"Other stuff?" I asked still feeling pins and needles in my arms.

"A whole bag of stuff, she said she would demonstrate how to use it later. Now I can look through my clothing options without your inquisitive eyes."

I was worried, why blindfold me if she was just looking for something semi-appropriate for me to wear. "Uh Polly what are you doing?"

There were several minutes that passed and I could hear nothing but my blood slowly increasing its tempo as it flowed through my veins. "Polly, what are you doin?" I repeated, louder this time.

"Nothing." Her voice was right next to mine. I jerked back in surprise. I felt her hand on my leg. "Raise this foot." She pulled something over my leg. "Now the other." She pulled something up my leg and settled them around my waist. They were soft, very soft, and I felt Polly's hand on my butt. "These belong to my Mom, I think it best that she not know about them."

"What are you doing?" I whispered quietly. With my hands behind me I could feel the smooth cool material covering my crotch and sliding over my buttocks.

"I am taking advantage of you, now you better cooperate or I will be snapping photos." She kissed me on the lips and slid her hands over my now smooth crotch. "Oh my, seeing you in those panties is so hot. I wonder why?"

I groaned, "Oh god this is mortifying. Seriously Polly?"

"Maybe that's it, maybe because you are at my mercy. Let's keep going."

"No please. Someone will find out, and that will be the end of me at school." I was sweating and my voice shook.

I felt her hands on me. "You are dating a seventeen year old girl. I think you are going to be fine. I won't tell anyone." Her lips pulled my earlobe into her mouth. I shuddered at the sensation. "Besides, I am not giving you a choice. Now take a step forward."

I did as she bid, and felt my toes brush something on the ground. Then Polly pulled it up my body. The garment squeezed my legs together at the knee and hugged my waist tightly. She wrapped something behind my neck and I could feel a soft tightness from my neck to my legs while my arms and shoulders were bare. "Oh my, have a look."

The blindfold fell away and I saw myself wearing a shiny emerald green dress that was so tight you could see my obvious non-feminine bits. There was a delicate pattern covering the breasts of the dress that gave the illusion of depth where none existed. The neckline of the dress encircled my throat holding everything in place. "I wore this to a dance a couple years ago, no way I could wear it now since I have developed some. Seems perfect for you."

I was trying not to lose my mind which translated into firmly locking my knees together so my legs did not shake. "Please Polly you have sweats, or even leggings. Anything is better than this." I was so distracted by the dress that I had not noticed the delight on Polly's face. She was running her hands down her body.

Her breath came out in a hushed whisper. "No Jack, you are mine." She stepped forward and kissed me.

I almost forgot where I was and what I was wearing. Almost. She finally broke the kiss. "I love being in control of you."

I shook my head and muttered a sentence under my breath.

"What was that?" Polly asked.

"Just something your Mom said to me." I answered quickly.

"Really, what did she say?"

"She hoped that I could handle you." I said.

"What do you think?" Polly smiled and I thought her canine teeth seemed a bit more pointed all of a sudden. Her eyes flashed fire.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Polly laughed, not a giggle, but a full throated laugh. "As long as you will have me." She then picked up a dark green scarf off the ground that matched the dress I wore. She folded into a wide triangle and covered by head with it knotting it beneath my chin. She then produced some sunglasses and slid them onto my eyes. "There now, it would take more than a second look for anyone to know it was you."

"What are you doing?" I said nervously rattling the metal of the cuffs behind my back.

"I'm taking you home."

Re: Jack's Story (updated 2/20/2017 Ch. 4)

Postby xtc » Mon Feb 20, 2017 8:42 am

There's some good writing here. Thanks for sharing your work with us.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Jack's Story Chapter 5 - Getting Home

Postby volatiledesire » Mon Feb 20, 2017 12:45 pm

Jack's Story Chapter 5 - Getting Home

"No way! I am not going out like this." I said stumbling back, the tight dress hindering my movement.

Polly shrugged. "Mom will be home in an hour or two. We can wait for her to take you home. What do you think she'll do?"

I bit my lip and stared again in the mirror. I hated to admit it but the scarf and sunglasses did hide my appearance pretty well. "How will I get inside my house, Mom and Dad are home."

"I will text Kat and see what she says."

"No, oh God, not my sister."

"Do you want to risk a mad dash to your bedroom?" Polly asked smiling.

"You are enjoying this."

Polly nodded. "I have not had this much fun in years."

"Ok text Kat."

"Can I send her a picture so she knows what to expect?"

"Dear god in heaven, please no pictures." I said in a near panic.

"Ok just checking." Polly laughed.

After several text messages Polly stood up and led me through the house stopping only to grab my shoes that were left by the bottom step. "I'm not going to let you where tennis shoes with that dress, so barefoot or I have some matching heels that might fit?"

My glare must have been foiled by the sunglasses, because Polly's hair did not catch on fire. "Barefoot."

Polly shrugged and opened the coat closet. She extracted a long black coat which she settled over my shoulders and belted at the waist. "There we go, not even your legs will draw looks. You have lovely legs."

With my hands bound behind me I could not really resist the coat, at least I was more covered. She opened the front door and led the way to her car. She opened the door for me and buckled my seat belt. "All nice and snug."

I was shaking like a leaf being outside dressed as I was. The twenty minute ride to my house was over quickly the late evening sky combined with the dark sunglasses obscured my surroundings. I did recognize my own neighborhood though. As she parked in the driveway I noticed that both my sister and parents were home. "Can you take off the cuffs now?"

"Not until we aren't alone anymore." Polly answered.

"Come on how will your Mom find out." Sweat trickled down my bare back. I felt the compression of the dress around my waist and thighs intently.

"It's the principle of the thing." Polly picked up her phone and moved her finger over the surface. Seconds later my sister appeared on the porch waving.

"Now you stay here while we clear the way." Polly said.

My eye roll was again foiled by the sunglasses. I couldn't unbuckle the seat belt let alone open the door.

When there is nothing to see but shadows and darker shadows there is opportunity for thought. I reviewed the events in my head, and decided that I have never had a more extraordinary day. If a few hours earlier you would have told me I'd be sitting with my thighs locked together out of fear that my tight skirt would rise too high I would have asked what drugs you were on. However if this is the price of having the beaufiful, enigmatic, sometime's scary Polly as my girlfriend, then I can live with it. I took a second look at that thought, what are my limits with Polly, is there anything I would refuse her. I spent the remainder of the long silent wait in the car trying to come up with something I would deny to Polly.

Kat followed Polly out the front door. Polly helped me out of the car while Kat's eyes were dancing wildly with a undisguised mirth. "Your parents are all watching television, I already talked to them and introduced myself we will just sneak up the stairs."

"I am going to get caught."

"Not if you're quick. Now come on."

I walked after Kat followed by Polly. We entered the house and I could see the blue flickering light of the television coming from the living room. We ducked into the kitchen and ran up the back stairs to my bedroom. Polly untied the belt of the coat and pulled it off my shoulders. Kat gasped. "Oh my, is that the dress you wore to the winter dance a few years back."

"Yeah, I went with John Jenkins, what a bore that guy was."

Kat nodded. "Nothing has changed, all he talks about are sports and video games."

"Uh, ladies, if you could..." I shook my wrists fastened behind my back at them.

Polly looked around the room. "So this is your room?"

She was stalling, enjoying the control she had. Kat was grinning maniacally, so much so I expected an evil cackle of laugher to bubble from her lips. "Yes this is my room." I sighed.

Polly opened the closet and pushed some of my clothes around. "So much space, where do you keep your clothes."

"Chest of drawers, I don't have many clothes that deserve to be hung up."

Polly turned toward me with a look in her eye. A look I was fast learning to dread. "Ok, I will unlock you but you have to keep the dress hanging in your closet."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"To remind you of our first day as a couple."

Kat pressed her fingers to her lips and whispered. "Oh, a couple."

"What if Mom sees?" I ignored my sister's annoying paroxysms.

Polly shrugged. "You could tell her the truth I suppose." Kat started coughing suddenly. Polly just arched an eyebrow at me. It was an imperious gesture that made her look about two years older and more like her mother.

"How long do I have to keep it?" I was trying to figure out a way to keep it hidden.

"Until I want it back I suppose." She hefted her breasts with her arms "But since it won't fit me anymore that might be a while. Who knows."

"Ok just unlock the cuffs please."

"I have your word." Polly said.

"Yes," She then folded down her leggings and extracted a small key from a hidden pocket on the inside waist band. "Turn around."

I did and felt the cuffs come free.

"Do you want me to help you with the dress?" Polly asked.

"Yes, but I would like Kat to leave."

Kat was already walking toward the bedroom door. "Stop by my room before leaving Polly."

"Ok," The door clicked shut behind her. Polly turned to me and smiled. "You survived, and earned yourself one genuine girlfriend."

I had began to work on the knot that held the scarf in place over my hair. "There is that." I turned to the mirror so I could see the knot.

At that moment I heard Polly's phone take a picture. I whirled around. "Hey no photos."

She turned the phone around to show me that it was taken from the side and did not show my face. It looked like a young woman checking her face in the mirror. "Come on just one momento. Please Jack."

I rolled my eyes, wondering if I could ever say no to her. "Please help me out of this."

Polly quickly removed the scarf and unfastened the clasp of the dress behind my neck and pushed it to the floor. I hesitated briefly before removing the panties, they were the same green as the dress and very shiny. I quickly opened my drawer and pulled out fresh boxers and socks, followed by more shorts and a T-shirt. "Feel better?" Polly said as she was closing the drawers I had left open and now was hanging the dress in the closet along with the scarf. I would have to make it more inconspicuous later.

"Yes, I feel better."

Polly knelt down and picked up the panties. She walked over and tossed them into the same drawer as my boxers. "You keep them, just in case."

"Polly." I sighed.

"Just keep them," She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her fluffy red head against my chest. "Thanks for being a good sport, I had a great time."

"You are something."

"Something you like?" She said looking up at me.

"Yes, something I like."

"I better go." She kissed me on the lips. A lingering kiss I ran my hand over her buttocks feeling her skin through the tight spandex. "See you soon."

"Tomorrow at school, I hope."

"Ok. Bye."

Polly left my room, leaving the gentle scent of vanilla and roses in her wake. I moved the dress to the back of the closet and stuffed the panties back into the back corner of my underwear drawer. I then laid on the bed and thought about the most extraordinary day of my life.

There came a polite knock at the door. Normally two knocks on my door in the same day would seem impossible but not today. "Come in Kat."

Kat walked in and looked around with a nervous expression. "Look Jack, I didn't know...that thing with the dress...I'm sorry."

"It's ok Kat. Polly is an amazing. I'm just worried she is not for real, like she is faking it or something."

Kat pushed her hair out of her face and sat down on the bed next to me. "I walked her to her car and she seems really excited about you. I don't think she is faking."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She mentioned you met her Mom."

I felt a twinge from my crotch and winced. "Yeah her mom is ... intense."

"Oh, how is that?"

"Told me that if I broke her daughter's heart, I would regret it." I would not be sharing with Kat what Polly's Mom was holding in her hand at that moment.

"That's a little scary." Kat said. "I didn't know it would turn out like this, I expected Polly to run and call me and I would have had to come get you."

"Heh." I laughed. "That sounds normal."

Kat laughed at that. Then I laughed back until we were both laughing so hard, we could not speak. Finally Mom came in and stared at us. "What is so funny?"

"You would have to be there, Mom." Kat said.

"It's good to see you two sharing a moment." Mom said.

I started laughing all over again.
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Jack's Story - Chapter 6 - A New Normal

Postby volatiledesire » Wed Feb 22, 2017 8:53 am

Chapter 6 - A New Normal

I woke up the next day and pinched myself, was it all a dream. I showered and shaved (all three whiskers) and went to Kat's room. After raising a hand to knock, I shrugged and pushed open the door. Kat sat at a desk doing her makeup for school. "Knock much?" Kat turned to me with a small smile.

The moment I saw that smile I knew it was real. "So I do have a girlfriend."

"Thought it was a dream, eh?" Kat snickered.

"Maybe."

"Get out of here." She turned back to her mirror.

During breakfast I ate my food without tasting it and worked out in my head how to know if Polly was was for real. I was worried that she was just playing with me and once she got around her peers, they would pressure her into retracting everything that happened. She was a year older than me after all.

I knew very little about Polly and was determined to find out more. The broad hall where the students a year older kept their lockers was packed with people. A flash of red hair caught my eye and there she stood, surrounded by three friends. A brunette taller than Polly, about my height, saw me first and nudged Polly with her hand and pointed my way. That was a good sign, her friends were aware of me.

Polly turned around with a huge smile and waved me over. She was wearing a flared green skirt and a long sleeved white shirt that would have displayed her navel if not for the high-waist of the skirt. It was gorgeous, her legs on full display. I walked over and Polly hooked her arm through mine and began introducing me to her friends. "Ladies, this is Jack."

I smiled and swept my eyes over each of therm.

"This is Tamara." The tall one who had pointed at me.

"This is Belle." A blond girl even shorter than Polly gave me a dimpled smile. "She is here to make me feel tall."

"And this is Kristy." A brunette with long curly hair pulled into a pony tail looked at me over the rim of her glasses. I thought I knew a couple of the guys she had dated. She was extremely attractive.

"Hi everyone." I said not sure what else to say.

Kristy leaned forward and said. "Polly tells us that her mother likes you, that seems unlikely. She has despised the last four guys Polly has been interested in."

I arched and eye at Polly who smiled and remained silent waiting for my answer. "Well, it happened like this." I moved closer and lowered my voice. "Polly here had just cut all the clothes off my body with a pair of scissors." Kristy held her hands over her mouth and giggled. Tamara and Belle both cocked there eyes toward me skeptically. Polly playfully whacked me on the arm.

"No it's true." I paused for a breath. "Then her Mom walked in."

"No way," Tamara said.

"Yup, Scout's honor," I held up the Boy scout salute, or some facsimile thereof. "We had a brief conversation, and she told me that if I broke Polly's heart I would regret it." I smiled and let my words hang in the air a moment. "And that's how it happened."

"I am thinking not." Kristy said.

I shrugged. "Believe what you will. Did I mention Polly had me tied to the bed at the time." I winked at Kristy.

Tamara laughed at that.

"Stop it Jack, you're making Belle blush." Polly said.

"Yeah, and I get all splotchy." Belle giggled and waved a hand in front of her face.

I turned toward Polly. "I want to see you later." I said looking into her beautiful green eyes.

"You will," she pulled me close to whisper in my ear. "Come over to my house tonight, wear my Mom's panties." My eyes widened and my ears burned. Timeout! Hold the god damned phone. It was my idea to use the nearly complete truth to embarrass Polly and she is so unfazed she can still make me blush. She plays this game in a whole other league.

I walked away my face burning with four sets of curious eyes burrowing into my shoulders. I knew they would be interrogating Polly ferociously after I was out of ear shot.

It took just shy of six seconds for the story to spread. I suppose I wasn't being all that quiet when I spoke with Polly's friends and my attempts at hiding the truth within the truth were likely to be completely lost on all the ears who were eavesdropping. Ollie, one of my better friends sat down next to me in math class, he just stared at me.

I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow in his direction. "What?"

"It's true, isn't it?" Ollie said as he pushed his long blond highlighted hair out of his eyes. Many young girls in the school found this simple affectation unbearably attractive. I had never been able to master it myself, it was probably the hair.

"What is true?" I continued pulling stuff from my backpack.

Ollie sighed. "Jeez, you and Polly. Polly Fucking McGentry."

"McGentry. I never knew her last name."

Ollie spat a curse. "I can't believe it. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just happened last night, and I was still pinching myself this morning to make sure it was real."

Oliver swore again loudly.

"Language, Oliver." The teacher had just walked into the room.

"Sorry, Mrs. Bates." Oliver swept his hands through his locks again and coyly looked away from the teacher's eyes.

Mrs. Bates eyed Oliver and then smiled. Not only the younger girls were susceptible to his charms it seemed. "Let's get started class."

* * *

The rest of the day was much the same, my closer friends demanded details, my more distant acquaintances whispered behind my back, and every girl watched me as if I might have some secret super power hidden beneath my jeans and T-shirt. Kat found me after school in my usual spot sitting on the steps waiting for her to take me home. "Where's Polly? I figured you would catch a lift from her."

"She has drill team practice."

"Ahh right. They won't let guys watch that will they?" Kat nodded.

"Nope, too many wolf whistles I guess." I answered.

"I'm sure she will give you a show later." Kat smiled.

My eyes shot up. Kat laughed and led the way to her car.

"Can you give me a lift to her house tonight?" I coughed and said more softly. "And her phone number."

"You don't have her number." Kat said shaking her head.

"I was kind of distracted last night. I know she texted you."

Kat tossed her phone over and I transferred the number. "What about that ride."

"I suppose, but she has a car." Kat said.

I sighed. "I feel weird asking her to drive me, and I don't know if I should ask her over yet. Mom and Dad don't know." I quickly texted a message to Polly to let her have my number.

We sat silently for a few minutes. "Listen Jack, there are a couple of guys that had their hopes set on a date with Polly."

I looked over and raised my eyebrows.

"Seniors, Jack. They aren't light weights either."

"You think they'll try something?" I asked.

"I don't know, just keep an eye out."

"You worried about me Kat?" I asked with a smile.

"I don't want to have to kick a guy's ass, little brother. I might have a hard time getting a date. Most guys are intimidated by a strong woman." She smiled.

"I'll do my best to keep that from happening, who are they?"

"Caster and Drake."

I pursed my lips and let the small ripple of fear flow up my spine. Those were some big guys, football players, linemen. "Ok, thanks for the heads up."

My phone beeped. It was a message from Polly. "My house at 7."

Kat looked over at me.

"7:00?" I smiled. "Please?"

"Ok, but it counts as one of the favors I owe you."

I nodded. Truth be told I had forgotten about the favors I extracted from her before tieing my to Polly's bed. I mean seriously, I did get the good end of that whole crazy day. I had Polly.

* * *

I rang the doorbell at 6:58. I heard some rustling inside and Polly's Mom opened the door. Whatever her occupation, it required her to dress in really nice clothes, today was a red sheath dress that accentuated her figure. The makeup, the jewelry, the high heels all screamed the same thing, "I am beautiful, I know it, and don't mess with me."

I swallowed. "Hello, Mrs. McGentry."

"Ah, that explains it."

I was a bit puzzled by this greeting and my face must have showed.

"Come in Jack, I was just wondering why Polly had not yet changed out of her drill team outfit yet. Now I know why. And please call me Lisa."

"Ok, Mrs... I mean Lisa." I don't know if I could ever really get used to calling her that. At least not while she was dressed like she was now. I stepped through the door and took a quick look around, I was desperately hoping to catch sight of Polly in her uniform.

"Come into the kitchen, that is kind of where we live mostly."

"Yeah, same with us, when there is nothing on TV anyway." I stepped through the door and stopped suddenly. Polly was there, her back to me leaning over the counter reading a text book. As her Mom said she was still wearing her drill team uniform. It consisted of a pair of shiny black tights and a deep purple, nearly black leotard. The leotard had a subtle shine with silver threads winding their way in a swirling pattern across its surface. As she turned around I could see that the sleeves and bodice were a semi transparent black nylon that stopped just above her breasts, the silver threads spread across the opaque and transparent areas equally. I swallowed, saying nothing and did not move even as her Mom slid past me.

"Seems your ploy worked." Polly's Mom said smiling at my catatonic state.

"Ploy? Whatever do you mean Mother?" Polly smiled while watching me with a triumphant grin on her face. "What do you think of my hair, Jack?"

I had not noticed the elaborate braid woven down her back and of course this was exactly why she mentioned it. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Uh..." I coughed a few times. "It is beautiful. My god, you are beautiful."

Polly beamed at her mother, "I think I'll keep him." Her mother just rolled her eyes.

A phone chirped from the counter and Polly's Mom reached for it and left the room. Polly extracted a chair from beneat the bar and sat down indicating the one next to her. "How are you in Math?"

"Pretty good. Why?"

Polly began to show me the homework she was working on and I helped her through it. Math was my best subject and though she was older I was advanced for my age. "Wow. A cute butt and brains."

I blushed.

"And there he is, the blushing beauty."

This was ridiculous. The more she spoke the more flustered I became, the more flustered I became the more she seemed to enjoy it. It was a vicious ( or virtuous, depending on your point of view ) cycle. I was saved by her mother. "Ok, kids I have to go to the office for a couple hours." She strolled over carrying a multicolored scarf in her hands that matched her dress. "Let's see those hands, Jack. You know the rules." She seized one wrist and then the other.

I was surprised until I remembered the rule about being alone with Polly. "Uh, I can leave."

"Not necessary, this will work just fine." I felt the cool silk wrapping around one wrist soon followed by the other. I had not noticed the Polly was watching the process with rapt attention.

"So you wrap it between the wrists too?" Polly asked.

"Yes, it tightens everything up and makes escape less likely. If you want practice you can use the stuff I gave you."

Polly frowned. "I didn't see scarves in there."

"Look again, they are in a separate pocket. Got to go."

I watched Polly's Mom open the door to the garage and heard her heels click down the stairs while testing the silken cords holding my wrists behind me. It was immediately obvious I would need help getting free.

I looked at Polly and saw a Cheshire Cat sized smile on her face. "Now Jack, let's see how obedient you were." She reached her hands into the cotton shorts I wore and her mouth shrank into a pout. "Oh poo, you didn't wear the panties like I told you to."

"Uh, I thought you were just trying to make me blush." Her hands were still in my shorts rubbing slow circles over my cotton boxer covered buttocks.

"I was, that is true. But I was hoping..."

I did not know what to say. She had raised her knee and rubbed it against my bare thigh. "Hoping?" I whispered, the air required for a louder response was suddenly unavailable.

"I think," she paused and kissed my lower lip drawing it into her mouth. "You should have done what I said." I could feel her hot breath on my face as she spoke.

"Ok." I said slowly. Now I know some folks are saying "No way!, no way would I do that," especially the macho men among you. You would never let a girl dress you in her clothes or underwear as I have already done. But let us examine the facts. Polly is a curvy, gorgeous redhead currently wearing a sexy leotard and shiny tights. Her hands are doing crazy things to my butt and I can feel the hard little nubs of her nipples poking at me through her leotard and my shirt as she slides her body against mine. If you add in the fact that I'm sixteen years old and boiling with hormones... Well, truth be told, she could have asked me to drink blood and site passages from the Necronomicon and I would have just nodded my head.

Jack's Story - Chapter 7 - Polly's Pastime

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Feb 24, 2017 11:51 am

Chapter 7 Polly's Pastime

Polly immediately stepped back and grabbed my arm. "Great! Let's go."

I stumbled, nearly falling, as she tugged my arm. "Hey wait." I said trying to recover my balance.

"Oh sorry." She slowed still moving toward the stairs.

Upon entering her room she pulled the black duffle from beneath her bed. I caught glimpses of various colors, black, purple, and pink while she rustled through the bag. She was deliberately trying to keep me from seeing inside so I could not identify anything. "What's in there?"

"Surprises." Polly grinned over her shoulder. "Ah this must be it." She extracted a white silk bag with a drawstring closure from the duffle and returned it beneath her bed. She pulled several silk scarves in various patterns and shades from the bag. Selecting one that was silver with a blue triangle pattern she moved behind my back and I felt her tying it near my wrists. Once done she nudged me toward the bed where she attached the other end to the bed post. Polly had connected the new scarf to my existing bonds and tied it high up on the bed post so I had to bend at the waist a bit to take the pressure off my shoulders. I could stand up straight if I wanted but my wrists were pulled higher up my back. "Ok, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." Polly darted out of the room.

I discovered if I crossed my wrists I could more comfortably stand straight but my hands were pulled higher up my back forcing my elbows to stick out. I tried to reach the knots but my searching fingers were incapable of finding any. Polly returned moments later gripping something shiny and red in her hand.

"Found some." She twirled the shiny red fabric around her finger.

"I have to ask? Is it wise to take those from your Mom?"

"We'll I don't have any like this and I doubt she'll even miss them since they were stuffed in a bottom drawer she rarely ever opens."

The mundane queries had allowed my mind to process what was about to happen. "Don't you think this is a little odd?" I asked.

Polly stopped and scrunched up her brow in confusion. "Odd? What do you mean?"

"You know what you are about to do."

Polly laughed at my inability to verbalize. "Oh you mean slowly remove your shorts and underwear and slide these silky little panties over your cute little bum?"

I closed my eyes and tried to think icy thoughts. "Yes." I whispered.

Polly shrugged, "I don't know, let me check?"

"Huh?" I asked snapping my eyes open.

Polly had her phone out and was running her fingers over the surface with practiced ease. "There we go."

"What? You asked somebody?"

"Yeah, I texted Kristy?"

I swallowed hard. "You texted Kristy what exactly?"

She held the phone up to my eyes.

"Hey girl, if you could, would you dress up Ollie in a pair of sexy panties?"


I laughed. "She likes Ollie?"

Polly shrugged. "Most girls think he's cute. I don't know if she would date him or not." She tossed the phone onto the bed. "Now where were we?"

She slithered up beside me and again pushed her hands down into the waist band of my shorts her hands passing beneath my boxers and over the tensed muscles of my buttocks. She continued downward slowly pulling everything down my legs. I looked down to see my shirt tenting outward over a prominent erection. "See you like the idea too." Polly giggled having noticed my new extremity.

"We'll he does." I nodded my head toward my waist. "But he is an idiot."

Polly snickered. "He has a mind of his own?"

"Oh, definitely."

She rubbed her hands down my legs slowly pulled on an ankle. My dignity demanded attention, I had to at least try and forestall the unusual trend this relationship was following. It was important to see what happened if I was less accommodating to her wishes. So I firmly kept my foot on the carpet. She waited a heartbeat and then slowly stood back up. "Are you going to be difficult?"

"Maybe." I said trying to look serious.

Polly stepped back and folded her arms beneath her breasts. Heavens above, she was beautiful standing there with a faux disappointed look on her face. She seemed to know that I was enjoying the view. She quickly turned and disappeared into her closet, she returned moments later and spread a shiny blue short sleeved leotard on the floor in front of me. Beside this she unfurled a pair of nude colored hosiery. "Since you want to be difficult you will have to wear this as well."

"If you can't get me in the red underwear," I hate saying the word 'panties'. "How do you figure you'll force me into a leotard, especially with my hands tied?"

Polly smirked and removed the scarf binding my hands to the tall post of her bed. She then passed this scarf through my legs and used it like a leash to lead me from her room. "Come along, Jack." If I did not keep pace things would get really uncomfortable.

She led me down the hall into a much larger room with plush white carpet and a similar sized bed which had shorter but more ornate posts at each corner. A large desk and chest of drawers lined one wall and a archway on the opposite led to a bathroom as large as my own bedroom. There was a television and a treadmill inside the bathroom with room to spare. Polly led me over to the nearest bed post and tied off the scarf with it still between my legs. If I did not stand on tiptoes the scarf would slip between my buttocks which was not a pleasant feeling.

"I'll just leave you here until my Mom get's home. If you were curious what it's like to wear thong, just rest back on your heels." Polly laughed and started toward the door.

I choked a bit, Polly's Mom was as intimidating as hell, and she was not afraid to be extremely hands on, so to speak. I would be in her bedroom half naked. "Ok, ok you win."

"Ask me."

"Please Polly, take me back to your room." I said with a whine coming into my voice.

"And?" Polly said her voice rising in impatience.

"And hurry?" I asked hopefully.

"Fine if you can't figure this out smart guy, I will just leave." Polly left the room.

"Wait, Polly." I yelled. "Please."

Polly's head stuck back into the room. "Last chance." She had the most irritating smirk on her face.

"Please take me back into your room and put the red underwear on me." I said my face growing ridiculously hot.

"And?" Polly said taking another step into the bedroom.

I sighed and mumbled a long sentence. I could not even understand it and it was coming from my own lips.

"I didn't catch that." Polly said placing her hands on her very lovely hips.

"And dress me in the leotard and tights," I said really fast.

Polly's face split into a wide grin. "Ok, if you really want me to."

My chin fell to my chest.

Polly untied the scarf and we returned to her room the same way we left. Polly whistled some kind of happy tune the whole way. I was soon standing with my back against her bed post with my wrists nestled into the small of my back. She tugged the shiny, too small wisp of silk up my legs. "There we go, nice and smooth." She said as she patted my crotch with her hand.

She grinned while I twitched at her touch She picked up the nude hosiery and rolled the nylon into her hands and knelt down at my feet. The tight material rose over my legs. There was a significant shine to the nude colored hosiery making my legs twinkle in the light of the bedroom.

"Ok, now for the leotard."

"Really? You can't get it on me with my arms tied." I said hoping she would stop.

"Raise your leg." She flicked her finger against my right leg, ignoring my comment.

I complied with the release of a long breath and seconds later she was pulling the garment over my waist and beneath my shirt. She then grabbed my cotton shirt, pulled it up over my head, and slid it down my arms. From the bag beneath the bed she grabbed something, I soon felt the cool touch of metal. There was a ratcheting sound and my left arm was attached firmly to the pole. "Try not to move, I don't want to pinch you."

"Right, don't move." Sarcasm, it's all I have left. My dignity is dead and buried.

Polly quickly untied the scarves from both my wrists and the pole which left my right arm completely free. My shirt slipped to the floor. I turned to the left and could see my left arm connected to the pole by a metal handcuff. The short sleeve of the leotard rose over my free arm followed by my shirt. I was surprised she put the cotton T-shirt back on. I assumed she wanted me totally exposed in the extremely feminine and humiliating clothing.

A few minutes later she had repeated the process with my left arm and then tugged my shirt down so that it mostly covered the leotard. My shorts were yanked into place before Polly tucked my boxers into one of her own drawers. "You don't need these anymore." She then released me from the pole after making sure my hands were still firmly scarved behind my back. "Let's go see what's on TV."

The walk down to the main floor of the house was a new experience. The nylons compressed my toes and reduced my grip with the floor. I was extra cautious walking down the stairs. Polly led me into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch while grabbing the remote control, I fell onto the plush leather and realized immediately that without my arms I would have difficulty standing up.

We watched some television or at least Polly did since she spent her time lazily moving her fingers across my spandex clad body. I couldn't tell you what was happening in on the screen since my eyes were screwed shut with pleasure.

"When do you have to go home?"

"I need to be home around ten." I responded.

"Let me get my phone and we'd better take off." She was back in moment carrying my shoes and her phone. "Hey check this out." She held the phone before my eyes.

I saw that Kristy had responded to her previous text.

"Damn straight, sister"


I just shook my head. "I wonder what Ollie would do if Kristy tried it?"

"Kristy is hot, I bet he'd be wearing panties." She touched my nose with her index finger. "Just like you."

I shook my head.

"We'd better go, it's past nine o'clock." She knelt down and began to put on my shoes and socks.

"Seriously?" I said with obvious irritation. "I have to go home wearing this?"

"It's way better than last time, your normal clothes cover it mostly." Polly smiled up at me from where she was putting my shoes on. She spent a few seconds rubbing her hands across my nylon-covered legs sending jolts of electric pleasure through my body. "My legs are pretty obvious."

"It's dark outside." Polly countered.

"Not inside my house." I said my voice rising a bit. "Please Polly."

"Nope, and make sure you keep my leotard and tights with your clothes, I may want them back."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you know what would happen if Mom or Dad caught me like this?"

"No, do you?" Polly responded with a look back over her shoulder.

I paused to think about it for a second, they would both require an explanation of course but I was not sure if they would be upset or amused. Dad would be happy I had a girlfriend, he was always teasing me about girls. Mom would... "No, I don't know, but that's what scares me."

Polly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips before helping off the couch. "I bet they would think it was cute. Just like me."

I followed Polly to her car and pointed out that compared with my experience in the green dress, this was much better, It would be hard for anyone to see what I had on unless they looked closely or saw my legs. We soon pulled into my driveway and Polly had me lean forward to remove the scarf binding my arms. "Ok, there you go. See you tomorrow." She kissed me on the cheek.

"You aren't going to text Kat to clear the way like last time."

"No, you are pretty well covered. Hop out, see you tomorrow."

I glared at her and remained sitting. She just smiled and waited patiently. I reached for the handle of the door and quickly reversed myself flinging my hands into her hair and behind her neck pulling her into a tight kiss. She flinched away at first and then slowly melted into the embrace. Several moments later I relaxed away from her. "I have waited for a long time to do that."

Polly was breathing heavy. "Wow. Just wow."

I opened the door and walked toward my house. I waved to Polly and then made a quick circuit of the house to make sure my parents were not in the kitchen. I then quickly entered the back door and shouted. "Mom... Dad... I'm home." And then sprinted up the stairs into my room and closed the door.

I had gotten my shirt and shorts off when Kat opened the door sticking her head in. She immediately started laughing. She closed the door behind her quickly. "Need some help?"

I dashed into my closet and pulled the door shut. "No, Kat."

"Man can I pick 'em." Kat said still giggling. "Any regrets yet?"

"No, not really. I just didn't expect this little quirk of her's when I dreamt of having a girlfriend."

Kat nodded. "Yeah, I bet."

"You are going to have to tell Mom and Dad soon. They are suspicious."

"Ok, I'll tell them tomorrow." I came out of the room and placed the leotard and tights in a rarely used drawer.
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Jack's Story - Chapter 8 - Telling Mom

Postby volatiledesire » Mon Feb 27, 2017 11:06 am

Chapter 08 - Telling Mom

School sucks for bright kids. I don't mean to brag but high school was not a challenge to put it lightly and now that Polly exploded into my life, well high school was such a drag. I could see her at lunch and we often talked between classes when the timing was right but being a year younger means your lockers are further apart, combine that with her dance practices, and I rarely saw her during the day. We texted back and forth and...well, I tried not to seem desperate but she's like a new toy and I really wanted to play with her. Patience is a virtue, patience makes the heart grow fonder, or was that distance, either way patience sucks.

I arrived home on Friday with no chance to see Polly until the next day. I tutored a bit on Saturdays, so it would not be till evening. Tutoring math was decent money and if I ever wanted my own car I had to stick with it. "Anybody home?" I yelled upon entering.

"Jack? Can you come up here?" Mom said from somewhere upstairs.

I jumped up the stairs. "Where are you?"

"I'm in your room." Mom called. I stopped in my tracks. What was she doing in my room? At the speed of thought I ran through the list of things I kept hidden that Mom might find, most were benign things like swimsuit calendars and lingerie catalogs, embarrassing but not punishment worthy. No drugs or anything, so I walked in and stopped when I saw Mom holding Polly's green dress across her lap still on the hanger.

My mind switched off. I just stared at Mom and what she held in her hand. "Uh..."

My Mom was attractive I suppose, I don't really think of Mom in those terms. She is not overweight or underweight just normal and rarely wears any clothes that could be considered sexy. There were one or two occasions where she attended a party with Dad and she really looked great, but she did not really seem like Mom at those times. Today was no different, she wore a pair of loose cotton pants and a flowery blouse which was partially obscured by the satiny confection that was Polly's dress. Her red gold hair was pulled behind her head in a simple tail. "Is this yours?"

The oddness of the question managed to trick my gray matter into a quick reboot. "What? No, it's not mine?"

Mom seemed to relax a little. She may have been trying to come to terms with her newly unique son. "Ok, than what's it doing in your closet? It doesn't belong to Kat."

I took a deep breath, I was going to tell them about Polly anyway I just was not planning on this particular prelude to the conversation. "The dress belongs to Polly."

"Polly," Mom repeated wrinkling her brow in thought. "Kat's friend we met a few nights past?"

"Yes, that's her. Polly McGentry."

Mom nodded. "And you two are...a thing?"

I smiled as Polly's flashing green eyes and wicked smile rolled through my mind. "Yes, I asked her to be my girlfriend."

"And she said...."

"I think her exact words were, 'As long as you'll have me.'" I smiled remembering the moment.

Mom nodded more relief spreading through her body. "But that really doesn't explain this dress."

I paused for the several seconds. Mom waited patiently but I could tell she was wondering why I was having trouble talking about this. I pulled up a chair from my desk and Mom laid the dress on the bed beside her. "Here's what happened. Kat knocked on my door a few days ago..."

I told her the whole tale, I left out the nudity and Mrs. McGentry's new house rules but everything else was in there. When I finished Mom took longer to respond than I did to start the story.

"Ok, so you walked into this house wearing this dress while your Dad and I watched TV, because you were forced to by Polly."

I nodded.

"And you still like her?"

"She's got some quirks but man is she gorgeous."

"She is very pretty." Mom agreed. "So why are you keeping this in your closet?"

"She told me to keep it here so I would remember her, and she has this thing about embarrassing me." I responded.

Mom nodded and stood to replace the hanger in the closet and then sat back on the bed closer to me. "You know how big of a deal sex is right?"

"Yes, we have both agreed not to do that."

"She has seen you nearly naked though, I mean how would you get that dress on unless you were almost completely nude."

"Not completely, I had underwear on." It was the literal truth, sort of, Polly had seen me naked but I also had underwear on beneath the dress. A fine line perhaps. My mom doesn't need to know more.

"Right, ok." She took a deep breath. "I have to trust you." She paused and thought some more. "Kat tied you up?"

"Yes, that was irritating at first but it turned out so well, I couldn't stay mad at her."

Mom scrunched up her eyes in thought. "That must have been what you two were laughing about the other night?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that was it."

I saw in Mom's eyes that she had reached some kind of decision. "I would like you to get me her parent's phone number please."

"Parent. Singular. I don't think Dad is around. No pictures of him in the house anyway, just Polly and her Mom."

"Ok, her mother's number then. I think we should share a meal and talk."

A few minutes of effort on my phone with Polly got Mom the number she needed and I was able to spend a few minutes on my computer zoning out by playing games. Sometime later Mom walked into my room. "I got a response from Polly's Mom, she says that we should get together tomorrow night at her place."

"Everyone?" I asked.

"Yup, she seems real nice."

I nodded with a bit of a scowl.

"You don't think so?" Mom asked.

I shrugged. "She kind of scared me."

Mom laughed. "Well you are going to be spending a lot of time with the most important person in her life."

"I guess so."

"Well I think she sounds fun. She had a lot to say about you." Mom smiled.

"Really? What?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

Mom smiled and walked over to my chest of drawers with a quick movement she opened my underwear drawer and began to move things around. Then with a calm smile she removed the green panties hidden there and held them up. I turned red as a tomato. "I understand why you didn't tell me, but seems to me that you need to be careful around Polly. You don't want to make any mistakes that may alter your future choices, like getting a girl pregnant."

"I passed sex-ed Mom, and I'm sure we both have to be naked for that to work. I haven't even gotten close to that with Polly."

"It's obvious she has with you." Mom said carefully twirling the garment around her finger.

"Well, yes, but I was tied up at the time."

Mom placed the panties back into my underwear drawer. "Let's keep it that way until you're older." She winked at me.

I tried to work through the phrasing. Did she mean I should keep allowing Polly to tie me up and see me naked or did she mean no sex until I was older? Before I could ask she turned to leave but at the door she smiled. "Oh and she mentioned the hot tub would be open and you should bring your swimsuit."

I nodded.

She stuck her head again. "Or Polly would provide one for you." She laughed at that.

I blushed at the thought of what Polly's idea of a borrowed swimsuit would be. "Right, don't forget swimsuit, check." I coughed.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 2/27/2017 Ch. 8)

Postby Shadesflirty » Tue Feb 28, 2017 8:25 am

Great story buddy. Really enjoyable :) I hope it goes on for a very long time!!

Jack's Story - Chapter 9 - A Tale of Two Dads

Postby volatiledesire » Tue Feb 28, 2017 12:44 pm

Chapter 9 A Tale of Two Dads

A lot can happen in a week.

A week ago today I had no girlfriend and no prospects and today I am riding with my parents to Polly's house for dinner.

Polly.

Beautiful Polly.

Quirky Polly. I can't deny that. She has a strange fascination in seeing me blush and squirm beneath her control but it is well peppered with soft touches and softer kisses. I really can't complain.

Mom, Dad, and my sister all seemed relaxed. We dressed casually and only Dad seemed interested in talking. "So, are you nervous?"

Of course I was nervous. Every other time I had entered their house I left in an incredibly awkward situation. So if this time proved no different my parents would be there to witness the whole thing. "No." I answered. "Not really." It did seem unlikely. Polly attempted to keep things private and when her Mom walked in on us that first day we met she was blushing as much as I was.

"You have your swimsuit?" Mom asked.

"Yes, Mom." This was the third time she asked. She could not keep a small smile from passing over her face. Though it was equally obvious that she really did not want me to be embarrassed or she would have said nothing at all. At least Dad was oblivious to it.

We arrived on time and Polly met us at the front door. She looked gorgeous in a dark green V-neck sweater and black wet-look tights. I stared and quickly recovered in an attempt to be as gentlemanly as possible in front of my parents. If my tongue rolled out of my mouth it would simply be too obvious. Polly held no such reservations and pulled me into a full hug. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and the scent of vanilla and roses was fast becoming my aphrodisiac. "This is so cool."

Dad smiled. "Not bad son, she is adorable."

Mom punched her husband in the arm and I groaned while Polly held her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Be polite, dear." Mom hissed toward Dad.

"Dad, you're embarrassing her." Kat piled on.

Dad was still laughing when Mrs. McGentry appeared in the doorway wearing an apron that partially covered a simple blue T-shirt that displayed a local college logo and a pair of cream colored leggings. Both Polly and her mother were barefoot.

Mom took over at this point and made the necessary introductions as we were all invited in. Taking a cue from our hosts we doffed our shoes and gathered in the living room.

"Oh Lisa, that smells wonderful." Dad began.

"Hope you like chicken," she smiled.

"Can I help you out?" A timer had begun to beep in the kitchen as Mom spoke.

"Oh sure, there's always something to do, and if not, we will just tell stories about our kids." Lisa laughed.

Dad followed Mom into the kitchen since he would be left alone with us teenagers. Kat and Polly soon entered a whirlwind of conversation which could not hold my attention so I wandered into the kitchen and joined Dad in listening to his wife do the same thing his daughter was doing in the other room. "I can't talk like they do." I said to Dad.

He chuckled. "Yeah, its a female thing."

"What was that, honey?" Mom asked looking up at her husband.

"Oh nothing, Jack was just noticing how you ladies always talk so easily."

Mom shook her head. "Here then, you two set the table since we are boring you."

"And how they manage to keep men busy." Dad said to me loud enough for everyone to hear.

That is how it went for the night. Pleasant conversation, great food, and Dad asking as many questions as he could to embarrass Polly while at the same time making her Mom laugh.

"It was his butt right? That's what you like about Jack." Dad whispered to Polly so everyone could hear.

"Dad!" Kat yelled.

"Mark!" Mom yelled at the same time.

Polly sank down into her chair and held her napkin over her face.

Dad and Polly's Mom roared in laughter at the reaction. I just shook my head and tried to turn invisible.

Polly left quickly after dessert and returned wearing a dark green one piece bathing suit that made her eyes and hair glow. A small anchor was stenciled on the front of the suit stretched between her youthful curves and was cut low enough to show a hint of shadowed cleavage. "Hey you two, I hope you brought your suits. The hot tub is awesome when it's cold outside."

I did not move. I could not move. Polly's spell over me had already been dialed to eleven with the early hug and the swimsuit was a car sized amplifier. I suppose it is possible that my sixteen old self was just not up the task of handling Polly. I mean how hard should it be to speak to a girl, even one with the piercing green eyes that can read your thoughts? Well on second thought, pretty hard I suppose.

"I think we'll need the jumper cables." Dad said looking over at me and my frozen posture. Again Mom punched her husband in the arm. Dad just loved to tease his kids.

That worked, my Dad's childish sense of humor knocked me out of orbit around Planet Catatonia. I looked away from Polly with a half hearted laugh, but it took all my effort. I rose from the table and hesitated remembering the manners hammered into by my Mom. "May I be excused, Mrs. McGentry?"

"If you don't start calling me Lisa, you'll be getting a severe spanking." Her eyes flashed at me. This was just too much. I mean come on, I am sixteen for crying out loud, you should not be putting those images in my head. I was again frozen in mid rise, "Can I be...."

Dad let out a harsh guffaw. "You are absolutely out of your depth here, son."

I gave up trying to be polite, grabbed my bag, and ran to the guest bathroom. Closing the door I leaned my back against it, the image of Polly in that tight one piece swimsuit was fighting with the image of lying across Mrs. McGentry's, (I mean Lisa's) lap. A small knock interrupted the erotic warfare.

"Hurry up in there, I have to change too." Kat said.

I quickly pulled on my suit and headed toward the back door of the house. Polly was not yet in the hot tub so I slid into the deliciously warm water and sat on the opposite side so I could watch Polly arrive. Predictably she waited for Kat and they walked out together. Now Kat was beautiful, at least all my friends told me so, but she was my sister and despite the rather fetching black swimsuit I only had eyes for Polly. A white cloth surrounded her waist that parted with her every step to reveal a soft milky white thigh. The light from the deck hid her face in shadow but came through her hair giving her the appearance of some eldritch goddess with a halo of fire. She walked with a sumptuous grace and though her face was backlit by the house lights I knew her eyes were boring into mine despite her uninterrupted chatter with my sister.

"Not the first time you two had a bath together I wager." Polly was saying while easing her body into the steaming water.

"Ha!" Kat barked. "Not since we were both in diapers."

"Oh I bet you were cute in diapers." Polly giggled sliding against me so our hips touched.

I was silent with my arms beneath the water. The warm water had freed my libido and standing up would reveal a prominent problem to the two girls and Kat did not need any more fuel for my future humiliation. I simply smiled and wished for an emergency change of subject. "Sorry about Dad in there, he loves to make jokes." Kat rescued me.

Polly laughed. "Oh I think he's great. I can tell he is a lot of fun to have around."

Kat and I looked at each other. "Yeah, he jokes a lot but I suppose he is there when it matters."

Polly's smile fell at the comment. "I wish my Dad was as cool as yours."

I looked at Kat who was frowning at Polly. She said nothing though and I took my cue from her. "My Dad is an asshole, I don't know what my Mom ever saw in him." Polly looked suddenly startled at what she said. "I'm sorry I don't want to bring the party down."

"It's ok," I said. "I always wondered why there were not pictures of him around your house."

Polly sighed and a cool breeze blew across the backyard making us all sink deeper into the heated tub. "He hit my Mom."

Kat sharply inhaled and put her hands over her mouth. "My God, Polly."

"It happened when I was much younger, six or seven years old. I remember a lot of it. Screaming, fighting, things breaking." She took a shuddering breath. "Mom's bruises."

Polly swirled her hands through the water as I watched the dancing light reflect off the sides of the hot tub. "When he hit me once, though, Mom had him arrested."

Silence filled the air. Polly took a deep breath. "I've seen him on occasion but I don't like him. Arrogant, angry, talks about how Mom screwed him over. There is a restraining order against him, he can't come within 100 yards of either of us."

"Wow." My sister said. "I'm sorry."

"I'm used to it, but seeing your Dad in there joking with everyone and really loving on your Mom...well I just realized what I missed."

Polly fell silent. I realized with a sudden clarity why Polly's Mom did not trust me around her daughter. The strange house rule for being alone with Polly also made a lot more sense, though it was still pretty odd. "Has your Mom ever, you know, dated anyone?" I asked.

Polly shook her head. "Nope. Never. She doesn't really like men." Polly smiled at me and I knew exactly what she was thinking.

I nodded, but Kat was suddenly curious. "How is it that she likes Jack?"

Polly shrugged. "He is different." Polly's eyes quickly lost their sadness, the familiar fire flaring from the ashes of her grief.

I swallowed and shuddered. Maybe I could read her mind too.

Kat looked confused her eyes shifting from me to Polly and back again.

"He is more willing to follow directions and the rules I think." Polly said still watching me.

I was trying to stay perfectly still, not letting my expressions give anything away. If Kat knew I could never be alone with Polly without being firmly bound, I'm not sure what she would do.

Kat thought for several seconds and then shrugged. "Jack does have that nice-guy vibe going for him."

"Totally." Polly laughed and placed her arm around my neck pulling me close.

The dangerous moment passed. I melted into her body, feeling the softness of her arms and the softer parts of her body covered by the swimsuit.

"Stop that or I'm leaving." Kat interrupted.

Polly laughed and released her embrace. I spent several moments steadying my breath and then leaned back and watched the few stars that were visible through the lights of the city with the buzz of the girls' conversation washing over me. I felt bad for Polly. Her Dad was a real nightmare and I wondered how that would affect our relationship. I was also surprised how angry I was. When she spoke of getting hit I could feel the man's hand was squeezing my own heart even though it happened a decade before I knew her.

I did not talk much while in the hot tub. If I ever got bored then it was a simple matter of gazing at Polly to make the time flow by. There were a couple instances when Polly caught me doing it and she would send me her own very direct look. Eventually Kat would clear her throat and their conversation would resume right where it left off.

The adults finally came outside and stood around the tub. "It's about time to go kids." Mom said rubbing her arms vigorously against the chill.

"Wow, this is a nice setup back here." Dad commented as he looked around.

"I wish I had more time to use it. It would be great if you can come back when it's warm and we can all get my money's worth out of it."

"Sounds fun," Dad answered. "We could grill and have a grand ol' time."

"Ok kids, let's go, it's pretty late." Mom said

There were towels for us all and we quickly darted inside away from the cold air. I was again treated to the delights of Polly's body as the cold air did interesting things to the front of her swimsuit. I managed to hide my interest before anyone noticed. We quickly dressed and bid our farewells to Polly and her Mom.

The car ride home was quiet though I longed to hear if Mom and Dad had discussed my involvement with Polly any further.

"I wonder how often the parents meet before the couple actually goes on a real date?" Kat asked to the car.

Mom and Dad looked at each other. "Oh I don't know, probably more often then you think." Dad said and Mom smiled. I could have swore she blushed but the car was too dark to be sure.
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Jack's Story - Chapter 10 - Polly's Birthday

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Mar 02, 2017 7:58 am

Chapter 10 - Polly's Birthday

Polly's birthday was Tuesday. Monday was a fog of worry as I tried to come up something that she would like. My experience with giving gifts to my girlfriends was less than limited. School passed in a blur beside the constant image of disappointment in Polly's eyes.

Tuesday morning arrived without any ideas and a crappy night's sleep. I walked into Kat's room to find her again sitting at her desk doing makeup. How long do girls do that in a lifetime? "Help me Kat. Please!"

Kat turned holding small brush in her hand. "Polly again?"

"Yes!" I nearly sobbed. "Today is her birthday and I can't think of anything. I need a home run."

"I know the perfect thing." Kat smiled.

"Tell me, I beg you." I said with as much desperation as I could push into the statement.

"Second favor." She said.

I nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes. I don't care about those stupid favors."

"Go buy a single red rose, show up at her house tonight, and give it to her."

"That's it?" I said skeptically.

"Yes, and tell her Happy Birthday." Kat turned back to the mirror.

I mulled it over and decided the idea enjoyed the singular benefit of being better than anything I came up with. "Can you give me a ride tonight?" I asked while heading towards the door.

"Last favor." Kat said.

"Sure," I answered.

"Ok."

"Are you sure this will work?" I asked pausing at the doorway.

"It would work on me." Kat answered.

I thought about that and nodded. "Good enough."

* * *

It happened right before lunch. The day started out so great, Polly's birthday was solved. I should have known better, good days never last. The smell of cheap cologne and locker room preceded their arrival more clearly than an orchestral soundtrack. Drake spun me around and grabbed my shirt. He pushed me hard against the locker the latch digging painfully into my buttocks.

Caster and Drake loomed before me filling my view with their irritated, slightly vacant, expressions. They were physically enormous, each having probably seventy pounds on me. "Jack, Jack, Jack." Drake began shaking his head. He said my name as if I had been caught smoking in the bathrooms.

Caster was taller than Drake and he stepped up close so that his breath, smelling of Cheetos and rotten meat, nearly gagged me. "My friend Drake here had his heart set on a date with Polly."

Drake nodded sending me a crooked smile. At some point in his football career he had his nose broken. They both had similarly short buzzed haircuts with unshaved facial hair they were obviously proud.

"And now I hear that you are dating her. Is that true?" Caster continued.

The hallway had gone quiet, it is really hard for a hallway full of teenagers to become quiet, unless of course someone is about to get there ass kicked. I really wish that someone was not me. I want to spin a tale of how I spat my defiance in the two larger boys' faces, but I was terrified, pissing-my-pants terrified. I could feel blood draining from my face and felt light headed. The two ogres seemed to swell as if feeding off my terror. I answered in a squeak. "Yes, I am."

"You are young, Jack. Find someone else, someone your own age. Give Drake a chance." Caster snarled.

I looked at Drake and knew immediately that Polly would rather date a corpse. My mind worked itself free of terror with the thoughts of Drake drooling all over Polly. I had known my green eyed goddess less than a week and those days had been the best of my life. I suddenly did not care what these idiots did, there was no way I was going to leave Polly. She was more precious than, well... more precious than all but one thing. "Are you going to kill me?" I said managing this time to suppress the squeak.

"What?" Caster said, his animal brain must have picked up on the change in his prey, his fingers loosened ever so slightly.

I spoke louder, the hallway was so quiet everyone within 100 feet could hear me. "Are you going to kill me?"

Caster looked confused unsure of what to say and looked toward Drake for support.

"Because if you are not going to kill me, you can kick my ass every god damned day." I started yelling. "Polly is worth more pain, more blood, that you two ass holes can dish out!" I spit the last sentence letting my anger override my fear. I really should not have called them ass holes. I could see the insult registering in their Cro-magnon brains. Caster's face twisted into a snarl.

"Caster! Drake!" Mrs. Bates said from across the hall.

I was saved.

"Release him. Now!" Mrs. Bates barked and the two behemoths stepped back.

"This isn't over, kid." Caster said as he walked away with Drake beside him.

I decided that silence was the better part of valor and watched them walk through a corridor of onlookers who scurried out of their way. "Thank you, Mrs. Bates."

Mrs Bates wore a dark blue skirt suit with her hair in a fancy roll behind her head. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. "Polly huh? Polly McGentry?"

I nodded the adrenaline making my knees shake and I sunk to the floor onto my butt.

"Lucky girl." Mrs. Bates said and then turned to follow the two hoodlums her heels ringing through the silent hall.

I watched her go, wondering at the comment. Ollie found me several minutes later, I had not moved. "Dude, are you ok?"

"Yeah, just trying to get my breath back."

"So it's true, you stood up to Drake and Caster?" Ollie said with wide eyes. "Both of them? At the same time?"

"Not really, Mrs. Bates broke it up just before they started pounding me into butter." I answered.

"Dude, that's not what I heard." Ollie said.

"Huh?"

"Everyone is talking about how you told them off. How you said Polly was worth taking a beating."

"Yeah, so?" I remember saying it for no other reason than the pure simple truth of the statement.

Ollie shook his head. "You're making it hard for a player like me to operate with all your god damned nobility. Every girl over twelve is talking about you like your some kind of cross between Don Juan and Prince Harry."

I shook my head. "Don't care."

"Let me know if you still feel that way after talking to Polly." Ollie smiled.

I skipped lunch to recover and waited in my next class alone with my thoughts. I did not expect to see Polly that day. Our schedules were just too different and she was crazy busy. I went through the motions for the remainder of the day and everyone including the teachers left me alone, perhaps they did not think it right to torment a condemned man with questions. After the final bell, I sat on the stairs leading down from the main building keeping an eye out for Drake or Caster when Kat plopped down next to me.

"Rumor mill is lit up like a Christmas Tree about you." Kat said.

"Don't believe everything you hear." I said.

"I don't. Come on, I'll give you a ride and you can tell me your side of the story."

I explained what happened and Kat laughed. "Polly is going to marry you."

"What? I don't get it. Ollie said something similar about the other girls."

"You are hopeless, little brother."

"Why?"

"What you did was probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

I looked out the window trying to figure out how my nearly bloody and bruised body was romantic.

Kat shook her head. "Most guys would have pissed there pants and done whatever those meatheads told them to do. Not you, you told them to take there best shot."

"Most guys aren't dating Polly."

Kat shook her head. "Oh little brother, you just did it again."

* * *

I spent the next two hours getting ready. I hoped to surprise Polly at her house, I figured she was mostly likely to be there around seven which was a few minutes after the drill team wrapped up their practices. I wore nice pants and a nice shirt. Not Sunday-morning-church nice but better than what I wore to school. Kat nodded when she saw me and graciously allowed me to stop by the store for a single red rose on the way to Polly's.

She dropped me off and as she drove away I noticed a car idling on the street in front of Polly's house. "Must be someone from her Mom's work." I whispered and walked up the driveway.

Loud voices came from the backyard muffled by the distance. It was warmer than Sunday so I thought perhaps Polly or her Mom were in the backyard cooking dinner. Instead of wasting my time on a doorbell they would not hear, I opened the gate quietly as not to interrupt any possible business meetings and walked through the dim side yard. The voices were louder now and angrier. I thought it was Polly's Mom. "Oh no, what did you do Polly?" I whispered while starting up the steps of the deck.

Light spilled out the sliding glass doorway that separated the small dining area from the deck. Shattered glass glittered on the deck like ice. I stopped, stunned, perhaps the glass was the reason for the angry voices. Inside the house I could see a man standing near the kitchen counter. His average height and salt and pepper hair belied a muscular build that I thought looked similar to a few of the wrestlers at school. He was breathing hard, his face flushed with blood, staring across the kitchen at Polly's Mom.

Lisa McGentry wore a dark green skirt suit and her eyes were streaked with tears. Her face looked frightened, no that is not quite right, she was terrified. Her normally healthy glow had been replaced by a stark white terror. She held a phone in a shaking hand. "Get out David, you can't be here. I'm calling the police."

With darkness outside and the bright lights spilling from the kitchen no one saw me standing there. I watched as the man called David rushed toward Mrs. McGentry and swatted the phone from her hand. "You can't keep me from seeing my own daughter." He yelled, it was the voice I heard from the front, now louder and more vicious. "I'm going to take her out for her birthday."

"You aren't going anywhere with Polly." Mrs. McGentry yelled back.

"I won't go with you, leave us alone." Polly said from somewhere to the right where I could not see her.

The man's face contorted in rage. "You've poisoned her against me." He took a step closer. "You bitch!" He struck her across the face with the back of his hand and she crumpled to the kitchen floor.

I froze, stunned at the violence of the strike. I fumbled with my pockets to call the police when a flash of red ran across my line of sight. It was Polly. "Leave her alone," she screamed and slapped the man hard across the face.

"Argh!" He yelled and when he turned I could see three bright lines of red blood on the side of one cheek where her nails had broken the skin. Polly darted back but was too slow, the man whipped his hand out and struck her viciously across the face and Polly stumbled back.

A bomb exploded in my brain. Time slowed and my eyes recorded in high definition slow motion the slow fall of Polly toward the ground. Her red hair spraying in a fan around her face. She collapsed and rolled out my line of sight I was three steps closer to the door before I even remembered starting to walk, my cell phone fell from my hand. By the time my conscious mind realized I had moved my feet were running. The red rose I bought for Polly was gripped in my fist the thorns piercing my palm.

I saw the dark man's eyes widen in surprise as I appeared from the deck. I'm not a fighter, I don't know how to handle an adult male. I simply knew that the beast in front of me had struck Polly; beautiful, vivacious, Polly. He hit my Polly. He had to be put down by any means. I leapt forward and tackled him. The ferocity of my surprise attack sent the vile excuse for a man to the ground beneath me. With the rose still gripped in my fist I pounded on his face the rose petals jerking back and forth as my arms hammered at him.

I wish I could say that my courage and anger won the day, but that is not real life. David was an adult male, maybe not as large as Caster or Drake but he made up for in experience what he lacked in mass, and he was still larger than me. He quickly recovered from the initial surprise and pulled his forearms over his face and my fists began pounding into hardened muscles instead of his softer cheeks and eyes. This allowed him to recover and one of his legs knocked me to the side. His fist found my mouth and a white hot flash of pain sent me rolling off of him into the corner of the kitchen. I saw Polly's Mom on the ground looking at me in shock her mouth agape filled with blood. David stood and kicked me in the ribs, I heard something crack. "Who the fuck are you?" David yelled rubbing his hand across his face wiping off the blood onto his shirt. I had split his lip.

A groan escaped my lips as I tried to order my thoughts against the torrent of pain signals. This was obviously Polly's Dad, the bastard had come back.

His eyes twitched to the rose still gripped in my hands and a glint of amusement brightened his eyes. "Boyfriend, eh?"

I looked into his cruel eyes and knew that part of him was reveling at the possible consequences of my interference.

"For that little stunt, you get to watch me dispense a little parental discipline on my daughter. Then I will deal with you." I watched in horror as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops on his jeans, the sound was like a snake coiling to strike. He turned toward Polly and I realized what he intended with the belt. My imagination displayed a full color image of this bastard striking Polly with that horrid belt. Her imagined screams striking my ears in full stereo sound. Another spike of cold fury welled up inside and I no longer cared about the pain, I no longer cared about breathing. I released the rose and grasped the head of a broom that leaned in the corner where I fell. I stood quickly as the monster stalked toward Polly around the corner. I could hear her muted sobs.

Some part of me realized that the stakes in this fight were life and death. I made no sound, gave no warning, and swung the handle of the broom as hard as I could while holding the stiff bristles in my fingers. It made a 'whooshing' sound as it sliced through the air. The sound alerted the the bastard, and he turned his head. The wooden handle struck him right above the eyes. "Arghh!" He screamed and staggered.

I swung again without hesitation while screaming. "You will not touch Polly."

The man was quick and caught the handle on my second strike and tried to yank it from my grasp. I held onto the straw bristles. Blood streamed from the head wound and into his eyes. I leapt onto his back with the momentum loaned to me by his attempt to jerk the broom and grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling backward with all my might. I coiled the cloth into my fists. "You won't touch Polly." I screamed my voice cracking into an animalistic screech.

The worm of a man choked and gagged flailing his arms wildly trying to dislodge me from his back. I held on, a mad man determined to ride this bull to the ground. The bastard did not lose his footing, instead he rushed backwards and slammed my back into a mostly glass curio cabinet that shattered with the impact. Molten wires of hot fire sliced into my back but I refused to let go knowing on some instinctual level that if I did that this piece of human filth would kill me without a thought. I saw Polly crumpled on the ground beneath the table and fresh rage fueled my arms. "You won't touch Polly." I growled into his ear using the pain to fuel my voice.

His arms flailed widely but I held him without a thought for anything other than holding on. He staggered into the living room, his legs churning in lazy arcs as my choke hold cut off the precious supply of blood. My arms burned with the effort. He fell across the couch trying to knock me off as we rolled toward the ground. His head cracked against the coffee table and my shoulder slammed against it a moment later sending fresh agony into my already panicked mind. "You will not touch Polly." I snarled.

He wasn't moving anymore. I held on. "You will not touch Polly."

I screamed. The words incoherent. "You will not touch Polly."

I suddenly felt a cool hand on my face and Lisa's face appeared before my red tinged vision. She was screaming for some reason. "Let go, Jack. He's unconscious."

I pulled tighter. "You will not touch Polly."

Lisa pulled at my wrists. "You will kill him. Let go."

That got through and color flowed back into my white knuckles as I loosened my grip. My hands were covered in blood. The cockroach on the floor did not stir. I stood and looked towards Polly who was on her hands and knees staring at me. Pain flared from my back and I reached an arm behind me. My fingers brushed against something hard and sharp my fingers were wet with blood.

Polly crawled nearer. Her mouth was moving but there was no sound. The carpet of the living room suddenly got a lot closer, I did not remember falling. "Happy Birthday..." I whispered.

Blackness, silent blackness.
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Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby Shadesflirty » Thu Mar 02, 2017 9:48 am

Phew. That was very very intense.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Mar 02, 2017 11:54 am

Hallo very good story. Aft the last part I found now 100 feet a bit less, or do you mean 100 yards. What by this father, I would found bit less.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Mar 02, 2017 2:12 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo very good story. Aft the last part I found now 100 feet a bit less, or do you mean 100 yards. What by this father, I would found bit less.


Hi, I'm not sure what you mean. Can you quote it out and perhaps I can clarify or fix it.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Mar 02, 2017 2:13 pm

Shadesflirty wrote:Phew. That was very very intense.



Yes, I know. Rest assured, levity shall return.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby Shadesflirty » Thu Mar 02, 2017 5:27 pm

volatiledesire wrote:
Shadesflirty wrote:Phew. That was very very intense.



Yes, I know. Rest assured, levity shall return.


I look forward to it. I think jack will too. Let's see him back in Lycra or pollys things soon ;)

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Mar 02, 2017 5:35 pm

volatiledesire wrote:
Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo very good story. Aft the last part I found now 100 feet a bit less, or do you mean 100 yards. What by this father, I would found bit less.


Hi, I'm not sure what you mean. Can you quote it out and perhaps I can clarify or fix it.

Hallo volatiledesire,
first all I possible say that I'm German, have not experience with such case in chapter 9. your wrote
There is a restraining order against him, he can't come within 100 feet of either of us.


After last chapter I read this again was little surprised because convert is for me in meters found it for such Person very small distance. If remember right hear in such case from a radius 3 to 5 times bigger than your. OK that would not change very much of it I would perhaps more drama.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/02/2017 Ch. 10)

Postby volatiledesire » Thu Mar 02, 2017 7:50 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:After last chapter I read this again was little surprised because convert is for me in meters found it for such Person very small distance. If remember right hear in such case from a radius 3 to 5 times bigger than your. OK that would not change very much of it I would perhaps more drama.


You are quite correct. An error on my part. I have made the correction.

Thank you for reading and for the comment.

Your English is better than my German.

All the best,

Jack's Story - Chapter 11 - Aftermath

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Mar 03, 2017 7:22 am

Chapter 11 Aftermath

The world was white; the sky, the ground, everything. The only spot of color was a pool of red hair, Polly's red hair, she was lying just as she had been beneath the table after that monster hit her. I ran towards her but she receded from me as quickly as I ran. Sound exploded through the mist. "Son, can you hear me?"

A bright light flickered into my eyes. I was lying on my side, the bed was moving. "What's your name? Tell me your name?"

Pain lanced through my body, it felt like worms burrowing through my back and ribs. "Jack," I rasped desperate to return to the field of white. Wish granted.

* * *

My eyes opened to a blank wall and an empty chair. I was on my side and had neither the desire nor the ability to move. "He's awake." Someone said.

Mom appeared before my eyes kneeling down on the floor next to the bed. "Oh baby, are you there?"

"Mom," I said slurring the word.

Relief flooded her face and Dad soon joined her on the floor. I realized I was lying on my side and strange sheets were gathered around me. Blandly colored paint covered the walls and harsh fluorescent light emanated from the ceiling. The scent of bleach and antiseptic was mixed with the metallic smell of blood. "Do you remember what happened, son?" Dad said.

I struggled to put my mind in order and then a single red rose flashed through my mind carrying a torrent of memories in its wake. My muscles tensed and I tried to move my arms, tubes and wires pulled taut. "Polly, oh my God, Polly. He hit her." I breathed in ragged gasps trying to struggle free of the bed. I had to get up, I had to find Polly.

Dad threw himself onto me. "Jack, don't struggle. You're hurt."

"Polly!" I tried to scream but it came out in a laryngitic whisper. "He hit her."

"Kat," Dad barked in a voice of surprising authority. "Bring Polly in here now!"

With Dad holding me my meager struggles were useless, the powerlessness of the situation broke through my terror and tears flowed from my eyes. "He hit her. Mom, he hit her."

Mom's eyes welled with tears as she spoke. "I know, but Polly is ok."

The door opened and a blurry corona of red appeared beside Mom on the floor next to the bed. I could not wipe the tears away. "Jack, I'm here, I'm ok."

Her voice was like a shot of morphine, my body relaxed and I took two deep breaths. Slowly blinking away the tears I gazed into the most beautiful sight in all the universe; Polly's green eyes. They were bright with tears and a red swelling marred her cheek but she was safe. Her hand gently touched my face and the panic retreated from my body taking all my energy with it. I slumped back into oblivion.

* * *

Drugged sleep is good sleep, at least until you wake up. My eyes opened into a room dark with shadow. The quiet buzz of machines and air flowing through duct work were the only sounds. "Hello?" I whispered.

The empty chair was soon filled by Dad who was shaking sleep from his eyes. "Hey Jack, I'm here."

"Thirsty."

Dad grabbed a white mug and settled the straw against my lips. The cool liquid washed away the sandpaper pasted to the inside of my mouth. Pain throbbed in my back. "Where am I?"

"Hospital." Dad said simply waiting for the information to work its way through my thoughts.

I remembered more easily this time, the memories vivid but without the panic and terror. Pain came from a hundred different places on my body and I tried to assess the damage.

Dad recognized the look on my face. "134 stitches on your back, two cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and minor contusions everywhere else."

"Wow, really?" I said.

"They took enough glass out of you back to make a window." Dad finished.

"Do you remember the fight?" Dad asked

The memories of fury, pain, and blood swirled through my mind. I nodded. "Where's Mom?"

"It's 4 a.m., they are getting some sleep at home. She'll be back early in the morning. This gives us a chance to talk."

"Talk? Am I in trouble."

Dad chuckled. "No, I'm just worried."

"Worried?"

"Jack, you have your Mom's eyes, your Mom's hair, your Mom's facial features, but you got something of mine."

"What's that?"

"When someone you love gets hurt, you kind of lose your mind."

I wrinkled my brow.

"Do you remember seeing Polly getting hit?" Dad asked.

The memory flashed. "Yes." I whispered.

"What did you feel?"

I thought back to the moment silently letting the memory wash over me.

"Why did you decide to attack the man?" Dad asked into the silence of my thoughts.

"I didn't decide really, I just acted, I was angry."

"Just angry?"

"Uh, well more like a fire in my mind, it kind of burned away everything else."

"Bingo," Dad said. "It burned away your sense of self preservation. It worked out for you this time, I doubt you could have survived against that psychopath if you hadn't fully committed, but sometimes you'll need to think things through first."

"How? I don't think I had much control."

Dad shrugged. "You know now, and knowing is half the battle."

I looked at him and smirked. "G.I. Joe, seriously?"

"Hey it works." Dad smiled. "See if you can sleep, Doc says you'll recover."

"How long?"

"Didn't say."

"One more thing."

Dad turned. "Yeah?"

"Polly's Dad?"

"Don't let Polly hear you call him that." Dad shook his head darkly. "Let's see," He ticked off a list on his fingers, "Lacerations, crushed larynx, concussion, under 24 hour police guard in a different hospital, and heading to jail for a long time."

I let out a breath I never realized I was holding and promptly fell asleep.

* * *

If you want to get rest, the hospital is the worst place to do it. The sun was barely up and the nurses were changing bandages (that hurt), checking my vitals, and helping me find the toilet. With a bit of effort we managed to angle the bed high enough to keep the majority of my weight off my back, this at least allowed me to face forward.

Mom and Kat came in during my breakfast wearing almost identical outfits consisting of sweatshirt's and jeans. Dad kissed his wife with a tired sigh. "Hang in there Jack, I'm going to catch a few Z's."

I waved to him with a mouth full of fruit salad.

"You look better," Mom said giving me a peck on the cheek.

I looked at the I.V. in my arm. "Good drugs maybe."

Kat sat down on the bed and handed my cellphone over. "I can't be your agent or publicist anymore, I was up half the night taking calls and texts. Rumors are spreading like brush fires."

"Heh." I laughed. "I can imagine the stories."

"No you can't," Kat shook her head. "You really can't."

"Don't stress him out, Kat. He still needs rest." Mom chided.

"Ugh, maybe I can just call an assembly at school and tell everyone once instead of a thousand separate times." Kat said.

"Seriously? There's not that many people that give a crap about this."

Kat threw up her hands. "After Drake and Caster you were already the talk of the halls, and this is like pumping gasoline on the flames. Half the kids think you killed Drake, the other half think Drake put you in the hospital."

Mom looked perplexed. "What is this about Drake and Caster?"

Kat explained while I finished breakfast. She had the details almost exactly correct except for my extreme terror.

Mom turned her attention to me with an eyebrow raised and said nothing.

"Do you think Polly will visit?" I asked between sips of water.

Kat tossed me a look of extreme incredulity. "Uh, yeah. She's skipping school today to be here."

"She's here?" I said trying to look around Mom's shoulder.

"It's 6 o'clock in the morning I doubt she will be here this early. And don't expect her to stay all day, the hospital may not allow it." Mom responded

The doctor entered a few minutes later and Kat and Mom waited near the single window while he looked over my injuries. "I'm going to recommend you stay the night. You are young and healthy but infection is nothing to mess around with. If everything looks as it does now in the morning, I will discharge you." He left with a nod towards my Mom.

"Thank you doctor." Mom said as he left.

I dozed while Mom and Kat texted and made phone calls. Family members had to be notified and Kat showed me a few of the crazier queries people were asking from school. "Mom called your math teacher, Mrs. Bates, and gave her the truth so maybe some of this will calm down once she is able to tell the real story."

Mom's phone rang and she stepped into the hallway. Kat turned to me. "I'm sorry about just leaving you there last night, I noticed that car but didn't think anything of it."

I furrowed my brow at her. "Seriously? You did nothing requiring an apology, though I am tempted to get a recording for Ripley's, Believe It or Not."

Kat turned away not laughing at my clumsy attempt at levity. "When the call from the police came, Mom nearly broke down. Dad wasn't home yet, and..." Her shoulders shook. "They didn't tell us anything on the phone, except that you were badly hurt." Kat was crying, actually crying. The fiercest, strongest, toughest girl I knew was crying.

"I'm sorry Kat."

"You did nothing wrong." She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's been a stressful few hours, feels like days."

I remained silent while Kat pulled herself together.

"You better get used to the water works when Polly gets here. She is on the edge. Her Mom isn't much better off. She heard you call her name last night after you woke up, she was clawing at the door when I opened it. After you passed out after seeing her, well, she lost it; went completely nuts, screaming and crying. Dad carried her from the room and they found her a bed for her to lay down on. She just curled into a little sobbing ball."

I thought about the terror they must have felt before I even arrived at their home. The terror they must have felt seeing me attack a man who should have swatted me down like a fly. My heart lurched at the thought of Polly in so much fear. "She was brave. She hit him once."

Kat nodded. "Polly and her Mom are safe now. They spent the night with us because of the mess at their house." Kat leaned down and whispered. "Polly slept in your bed."

My eyes widened at the thought. "Wow." And then thought again, "I hope you changed the sheets."

"Of course," Kat said.

I smiled at the thought of Polly in my bed, a look Kat noticed.

"Cool your jets, no way would it have happened if you weren't hospitalized."

"Still though, my bed?"

* * *

Pain is unique, when it is bad enough you can think about nothing else, but when you have nothing to do even minor pain can become really awful. When Polly arrived a couple hours later the pain was really starting to get to me.

There was a soft knock on the door and a red head peaked around the corner. Polly's green eyes looked worried and relieved as she saw me sitting up in bed. The door opened further and she approached slowly as to not shake the floor lest I feel some discomfort. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore the apparent outfit of the day: a sweatshirt and jeans. Her face was marred now by a purpling bruise over her left eye pinched nearly closed by the swollen flesh.

A surge of anger swelled within me at the sight of the injury. It was apparently visible on my face because she raised a hand to her cheek. "It doesn't hurt. It just looks bad."

I steadied my breath. "You are ok then?" I patted the bed next to me.

She gingerly sat down and nodded. "Thanks to you."

Lisa had followed her daughter into the room also wearing a sweatshirt but choose simple black leggings instead. She stood on the opposite side of the bed. Kat and Mom left the room, closing the door behind. Lisa (I guess I can finally call her that now) pulled a chair close and placed her elbows on the bed. She had a small butterfly bandage near her lip where she had been struck. "Jack, I want to..." Her voice caught.

I waited looking at her not sure what to say.

"I can never really thank you." She managed to get out and a tear flowed from the corner of one eye. "He was drunk." She took a deep breath. "He was always a monster but a vicious monster when he drank."

"Uh...I" I looked toward Polly. "When he hit Polly...I kind of snapped."

Lisa smiled. "I am sorry you got hurt."

I thought for a moment. "I'm not sorry. Not really."

Lisa paused and nodded. "Better you than Polly?"

I nodded. "I'm not trying to be noble, that's just the way it is."

Lisa smirked. "I'd wager the most noble people in the world have never once tried to be noble."

Polly found my bandaged hand. Her touch was soft and gentle. I returned the grip fiercely and promptly forgot that Lisa existed. I gazed into Polly's eyes and was silent, losing myself in the vibrant green pools. I don't know how long we stayed that way but a knock on the door interrupted us and Lisa had settled back into her chair.

A policewoman entered carrying a small notebook. Lisa nodded to her, "Officer."

"Hello, I need to talk to Jack and get his statement."

"Can we stay?" Polly asked.

"That's fine, but please don't interject anything, I need it from Jack alone."

The officer had me tell her what happened from start to finish and said nothing, quietly scratching on her notepad with a pen. After I was finished she asked a few questions and had me repeat several parts while starting from a different point. It seemed to be some kind of formula, likely intended to test the veracity of my memory. After about thirty minutes she thanked me.

"Is there any chance he will be released?"

"Not anytime in the near future, he is a public threat, at least the evidence suggests that he is, I am not the judge. Thank you for your help."

The officer left.

The remainder of the day was much the same, a few friends stopped by for brief visits, mostly Polly's friends but Ollie came as well. Jokes covered any uncomfortable silences and the nurses kept people from lingering too long. The oddest experience happened in the evening when Mom and Dad entered. "Hey champ there is a news lady outside and she wants an interview. Are you feeling up to it?" Dad asked.

I squinted in disbelief. "What do they want to talk to me for?"

Dad shrugged. "Slow news day maybe."

"Ok, where's Polly?"

"Here." Polly said squeezing between my parents. She played with her hair and glanced into the mirror over the sink in the bathroom, the swelling on her face had gone down a lot during the day. She sat down next to me on the bed and grabbed my hand.

A woman wearing a bright red dress entered. A string of peals decorated her neck and matching pearls clung to her ears. Bright red lips parted in a smile. "I'm Janice from KATM news."

Another man entered holding a large camera to his face and knelt down in the corner pointing the large lens toward us.

"You must be Jack and Polly." She held out her hand kneeling down at the left obviously conscious of the camera's position.

Polly and I both nodded and took her offered hand.

Janice faced the camera and began a brief exposition about the events that had transpired. The words sounded like they were pulled from a police report. She then turned to Polly. "It must be awful to be attacked by your father like that." She held the microphone towards Polly.

Polly's hand gripped mine harder and a small stab of pain spiked from the increased pressure. "He's not my father."

Janice recovered. "Of course, but you must have been terrified?"

Polly's face became paler at the memory. "Yes, it was horrible." She looked away from the microphone.

Janice switched to me. "Jack, how does it feel to be a hero?" The microphone appeared before my lips.

"I'm not a hero."

"Oh? I don't know about that." Janice smiled.

"My Dad would have done the same thing." I countered

Janice nodded. "What were you doing at the house last night, that seems incredibly fortuitous?"

I thought for a second. "I was bringing Polly a rose, it was her birthday."

Janice gasped and Polly's mouth opened with tears welling in her eyes. The room became still. Finally Polly managed a whisper. "I didn't know."

"So you two are a couple?" Janice asked.

I looked at Polly and met her eyes. "As long as she'll have me."

Janice smiled so bright her teeth seemed to glow. "I think that says it all, back to you in the studio Fred." She made the cutoff sign by slashing her fingers in the air across her neck. "Thank you, that was great." Janice and the camera man left the room.

Polly and I watched the interview on the small television hanging in the corner of the hospital room, I had not realized they also interviewed my parents and friends and used our interview as a capstone of a larger story about the attack. "Good grief, they made me look like a super hero."

"That story Kat told about the dog that attacked when you were ten years old was amazing." Polly said.

I held up my arm to show her the smooth scars where the dog had bitten me. "I just got in the way. I did not want Mom or Kat to get hurt."

"You suck at not being a hero." Polly said

I rolled my eyes.

Polly touched my cheek. "You need to come to grips with it."

"Super heroes don't end up in the hospital with 134 stitches."

Polly shrugged. "Ok, just a hero then."

* * *

The doctor released me from the hospital the following morning with a bunch of pain killers and antibiotics. I was supposed to take it easy to keep the stitches from tearing out which meant no school for the week. The news story thankfully tamped down the rumors.

I was plenty stir crazy after just a couple days and there are only so many hours you can spend on computer games. Polly visited every night and we played cards where the loser had to kiss the winner. I enjoyed losing, and winning.

"Mom says we are going to have a private birthday party at my house when you are all healed up." Polly said one evening.

"Good, I can finally give you that rose."

Polly smiled and said nothing. She was hiding something.

"What?"

"Nothing, just heal up and then we'll set a date. Mom says she has gifts for both of us."

"Both of us?" I said surprised.

"She wouldn't tell me anything. Maybe its hand cuffs." Polly's eyes sparkled. "I've missed having you squirming at my touch."

I flushed red and shifted my position on the bed. "I always squirm at your touch."

Polly laid back on the bed with her head on my chest. The pain was nearly absent.

* * *

I was cleared to attend school on Monday. There were still a few visible cuts and bruises and I walked a bit stiff but otherwise I could handle a full day of chair sitting. Heck I spent most of the previous week sitting in the chair in front of my computer. My back would have stitches for three or four more days but my shirt would cover that.

In the morning I dressed carefully, struggling to keep my shirt from snagging on the bandages and came downstairs to have breakfast. I stopped in surprise. Polly stood at the counter chatting with Mom and Kat. She looked gorgeous. A green halter dress falling from just below her neck to mid thigh was belted with a thin silver ribbon. A similar green ribbon was woven into her hair keeping the loose red locks flowing over her shoulders and away from her face. She laughed at something Kat said an aura of joy and life surrounded her like a cloak. "Polly!" I said unable to keep a smile from my lips.

She stepped over and gently placed her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me toward her lips. I had never before kissed her in front of my parents but when her warm lips touched mine, I did not care. "Ready for your first day."

I looked at Mom whose mouth was quirked into amusement, Kat had resumed eating her cereal. "First day?"

"It's going to feel like it." Polly giggled.

"Why?"

"You'll see." Polly coyly touched my cheek.

Polly drove me to school, for some reason she was adamant that everyone see us together. It's not like she was ashamed of me or anything, but she had always kept her priorities straight. Her interest in boys was second to her education. At least it used to be. We parked and walked into the building hand in hand. Teens and teachers alike were pointing and talking to each other as we passed. I was embarrassed, Polly was positively glowing.

She kissed me at the junction where our lockers forced us to take different routes. She was surrounded by her cadre of friends immediately. I reached my locker before Ollie sidled up next to me and coolly leaned back against an adjacent locker. "Hey man, welcome back."

"Hey Ollie, how's things?"

"Pretty good. It felt a little weird for girls to be talking to me only to ask about you though. Not used to that at all." Ollie shook his head.

"That's dumb, I'm taken."

"I think that actually makes you more attractive not less." Ollie answered.

"Jeez, what's a single guy to do?"

Ollie laughed. "Girls right, them's crazy."

I thought about Polly. "Yup, I love crazy."

Ollie shook his head and stomped off to class.

I received questions from everyone close enough to talk to me. "Was the news true?" "Was (insert crazy conspiracy here) really what happened. I showed my bandages on my back to a few curious kids who were brave enough to ask and lots of older kids gathered around to look. My shoulder actually hurt the most but you could not see anything except a few bruises that were pitiful compared to the mass of bandages taped to my back.

At the end of Mrs. Bates' math class she touched my shoulder. "Can you stay after, I need to speak with you."

I stayed at my desk while everyone else filed out of the room. Mrs. Bates was wearing her normal ensemble of a dark skirt with a jacket covering a silvery blouse. She was attractive in a stern sort of way and even before her timely rescue from Drake and Caster I considered her a favorite teacher.

"We need to talk about your tutoring, but I feel obligated to mention recent events."

I didn't say anything while she sat down on the edge of her desk and crossed her nylon covered legs. "Lisa McGentry is a close friend of mine and what you did for her and her daughter is laudable and I want to thank you personally."

"I...I did not know that you knew them."

She nodded and smiled. "We were class mates and we stayed in town after school so we enjoy each other's company from time to time."

"Small world."

"Small town perhaps, thank you again."

It felt weird saying 'You're welcome', so I wasn't sure what to say. "Uh..." My cheeks started to get red. "I was just in the right place at the right time."

"That, young man, is bull shit." Mrs. Bates said.

My mouth fell open and I stared at her in shock. She was constantly telling us to watch our language and then she drops that little bomb. "Harsh language should be used at appropriate times." She explained. "That was a ridiculous statement, I know of only one other guy who would have done what you did, who would have attacked a stronger more experienced opponent to defend two helpless women."

I looked away. "I... I just don't know what to say when somebody thanks me, Mrs. Bates. 'You're welcome' feels wrong."

She nodded with understanding. "I get that. Try saying, 'Just glad I could help.' or 'I am happy they are safe.'"

"Ok, I'll do that."

"Good, now onto business. There are several young women requesting your tutoring services, and I'm not sure what to do."

I laughed. I could not help it. This was just too funny. Mrs. Bates smiled at me and held her hand before her mouth her shoulders gently shaking. "Just pick for me. The one or two you think actually need help."

"Sounds like a plan. Have a good day, Jack."

I was still smiling when I left Mrs. Bates classroom and feeling that maybe, just maybe, I would survive high school when I rounded the corner and came face to face with Drake and Caster. I stopped and looked at them not moving a muscle. They also stopped and stared back.

I took a moment to analyze my thoughts and realized I was not frightened of these guys anymore. My thresholds had been harshly adjusted by the cruel crucible at Polly's house and these apes just did not warrant any kind of reaction. I folded my arms across my chest cocked an eyebrow at them and waited for them to speak. Whatever scoring system bullies use to pick their victims I must have lost my status because Drake nudged Caster and walked around me down the hallway. Caster looked at me for another heartbeat before following his friend. No words were exchanged but I knew those two were no longer a problem.

In a rare treat I met Polly in the hall moments later. She noticed me first and my brows were still knitted in thought after the silent exchange with Drake and Caster. I brightened up immediately when seeing her but she had already noticed. "What was that look for?"

"Funny thing just happened." I said while letting my gaze travel down her body. The beautiful dress flattered her and I could not help myself.

She began to self consciously pick at the hem, noticing my gaze. "Really, what?"

"I just stumbled into Drake and Caster."

Polly's eyebrows raised.

"And nothing happened, they didn't even talk to me. We just kind of stared at each other and then they moved on."

Polly shrugged. "I suppose they realize you're not going back down."

I smiled. "Drake likes you."

Polly's face screwed into a grimace. "I've turned him down three times." She shuddered. "I was looking for you to say that Mom wants you to come over for dinner and a movie tonight. Just the three of us."

"Sounds fun."

"7:00." Polly pecked me on the cheek and tried to move away but I reached my arms around her waist and held her there just breathing in her scent. "I have to go to class, Jack." Polly said without pulling away.

"Sometimes it just hits me," I whispered into her ear. "I'm so glad you're safe."

Polly sagged against me and I was forced to lean against the wall for support. People passed as we sat there just being together. The bell rang and Polly pulled away. "Hold that thought, see you tonight."
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Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/03/2017 Ch. 11)

Postby canuck100 » Fri Mar 03, 2017 9:06 am

Your story reads like a professionally-written novel. I hope there are many more chapters to come !

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/03/2017 Ch. 11)

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Mar 03, 2017 10:27 am

canuck100 wrote:Your story reads like a professionally-written novel. I hope there are many more chapters to come !


Thank you for the kind words, though there are places my lack of an editor is painfully obvious.

All the best,

Jack's Story - Chapter 12 - Lisa Says Thanks

Postby volatiledesire » Sun Mar 05, 2017 5:51 am

Chapter 12 - Lisa Says Thanks

I arrived at Polly's house just before seven. Mom dropped me off having been notified by Lisa of the plans. I stopped and stared at the curb where a strange car had once been idling, I could still smell the exhaust and here the gentle rumble of he engine. There was the gate where raised voices echoed down through the corridors of my memory. Phantom pain shot down my back.

I forced myself forward remembering it was probably worse for Polly. A note was attached to the door knocker with 'Jack' written across it in a feminine script. I opened it and read.

Jack,

I am on a conference call in my room tonight and won't be finished for a couple of hours. Polly is in the living room, have a good time without me. Door is open. Lock it behind you.

Lisa


Adults and their careers, always changing the plans. At least Polly and I can spend some time together, though leaving the door unlocked was odd since Polly could just open it for me. I shrugged and entered the home, locking the door behind me.

I prepared myself for the assault of memories when I stepped into the living expecting to see Polly smiling from the couch with a soda and pizza. My breath caught at the vision before me. Polly was lying on the coffee table with her head craned backward looking at me. She grunted and I realized that there was something white and shiny in her mouth.

A stab of fear rose from my groin to my chest. I sprinted forward in panic. Polly was lying on the coffee table her face tracking mine as I neared. She wore her drill team costume consisting of a purple, nearly black, leotard over shiny black tights. Her hands were held at her sides with her knees bent as if holding her ankles. The white object resolved into a sphere held in her mouth by a black band. I rushed to her side and quickly noticed the look in her eyes, not fear, but anger. A pillow and blanket protected her back and neck from the hard wooden surface of the low coffee table. She raised her shoulders off the surface with a grunt of effort and then relaxed back.

"What the hell?" I said looking at her struggling to rise.

She jerked her hands and I noticed that a black cord surrounded her left wrist and her left ankle connecting them together. The identical position of her knees meant that both sides of her body were similarly restrained. I knelt down next to her hips and saw her hand trapped in a bag of silk constructed of a familiar scarf preventing her from picking at the knots. Another cord connected these bonds beneath the table ensuring that she would remain on the coffee table in exactly this position.

"Who did this to you?" I asked and Polly began jerking her head to her right side nearest the couch. I walked around and saw a note lying on the floor the piece of tape having failed to remain attached. I opened the note.

Jack, read this note aloud so Polly can hear as well.

I started over this time reading the note out loud. I cleared my throat. "Jack, read this note aloud so Polly can hear as well." I began as Polly relaxed.

"I wanted to thank you for your bravery. I did not know exactly what to give you, but thought you might enjoy having Polly as you see her before you." I stopped and looked at Polly who glared at me. I let my eyes wander down her body enclosed in the skin tight costume. Than I smiled widely and Polly rolled her eyes.

"The gag in her mouth should prevent her from talking you out of whatever you wish to do, and it is locked on. You don't have the key and I would be annoyed if you cut the strap." Polly lifted her head and I could see a tiny lock through the buckle.

I continued reading. "I would suggest you consider a couple of things before proceeding. One, imagine if the roles were reversed. What things would you like Polly to do to you, and conversely, what you would not want her to do. Two, remember that she will likely get a chance to have you in a similar position and you may want to keep that in mind."

"With that I give my blessing and I am just in the other room in case of emergency. You may simply release her if you wish, but on the day we met she was not in a hurry to offer that option to you. Again, my gratitude."

The smile split my face in equal proportion to the widening of Polly's eyes. I let the letter fall to the floor and sank to my knees. I pushed my face into the crook of her neck letting her scent fill my nostrils. The touch of her leg surprised me, my hand seemed to have moved of its own accord, the smoothness of the nylon beneath my fingers felt like liquid pleasure. My fingers slid slowly, patiently up her thigh from her knee while my lips found her ear. The tempo of her breathing began to increase. My hand soon reached her navel the tight garment making a springy bridge across the depression. I trailed circles slowly around as water does down a drain and moved slowly higher.

It felt as though my touch were a lever whose sole function was to increase Polly's excitement, the higher I let my fingers rise the quicker her breathing; the more flushed her skin. I slowed down as my fingers reached the rise created by her breasts made firmer by the tightness of the leotard. Slow spiraling circles forced a groan from Polly and I nibbled relentlessly on her ear lobe keeping her head still. In a slow spiral of agonizing patience I let the tips of my fingers cross the peak of her breasts, Polly jerked and the coffee table shuddered at the intensity.

"That's one." I whispered into her ear.

I switched to her other side and repeated the slow meandering touches on her left side using my other hand keeping my face buried near her face. Polly growled and shook her head when my sucking lips allowed her to make such movements. Her eyes closed and opened rapidly the pupils darting around the room. She tried to arch her back to make my hands move quicker, harder, but I would stop and wait until she settled back down to begin again.

On the tenth circuit at the hardened apex of her breast I stopped. "That's two." I whispered. "Let me see if I can find number three."

Sweat beaded her forehead and she looked dazed and frantic. I moved down to the end where her legs were bent at the knees. I delicately touched the back of her thighs moving closer with each circle toward her buttocks. She raised herself from the table each time I got close giving me greater access.

Finally my fingers began to dance on her inner thighs, Polly's head whipped back and forth and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her legs alternated from splaying open so that I could move my fingers freely to squeezing together so my dancing hands were flattened between the nylon covered flesh. I moved closer and closer to the warm center of her body, the area between her legs that she seemed to be psychically urging me toward.

It should be understood that I am just 16 years old and have nothing but a cursory understanding of what pleasures a woman. I knew that perhaps, like me, they too enjoyed the gentle stroking of the area between the legs, beyond that I was woefully behind on my education. Luckily with two layers of nylon and lycra material covering that part of Polly's body my lack of precision was not critical.

My short fingernails raked across the tight fabric sending Polly into a growls and moans. Her hair was plastered across her forehead and her eyes were wild as I moved my hands between her legs, sliding my hands from her clenched buttocks to her navel in a slow repetition. I quit suddenly and moved closer to her head. "I'm thirsty are you?" I said and stood up.

A scream of rage and frustration poured from behind the gag and if I could have understood the words I'm sure nightmares would have haunted me for days to come. She shook her head and arched her body knees flapping back and forth wildly. "Be right back." I said slowly with a smile. Spittle whistled past the gag from her labored breathing and her eyes held a venom, a venom promising a slow death. I halted, a victim of the Medusian gaze.

I slid back to the floor and pushed the damp ringlets of red hair from her eyes. "I will be back, with a surprise." I wiped the sweat from her delicately freckled face.

She slumped in exhaustion and I stood up quickly moving toward the kitchen. There was new carpeting and furniture but the reason for these new purchases did not trigger any horrible memories. Instead, my thoughts were full of Polly, her scent, her desperation, her beauty. Had I stopped to think perhaps I would have thanked Lisa for chosing something so spectacular to flush the nightmare of that previous evening from my mind. I filled a glass of ice water and took a long drink with a smile cemented onto my face.

The cool water cleared the haze of lust from my mind and I leaned my head against the refrigerator. I had to cool down, my instincts screamed at me to rip the leotard from her body. Cold reason said such an action would only serve to prove that control was beyond my grasp perhaps vindicating Lisa's opinion of all males. "Was this a test?" I thought. Perhaps Lisa wanted to know what I would do. Polly would not stop me, my ministrations had moved her beyond rational thought. I had to be stronger.

I sighed and took another long drink. She felt so good, like butter melting on bread on warm spring morning. Her warm skin held firm beneath the liquid smooth fabric felt like chocolate tastes. Her beauty had been enhanced by the throes of her desire, as if some demon held in check by Polly's will had found release and filled her with an intoxicating power. I returned to the living room and gazed at Polly drinking her in more deeply than I ever could a glass of water.

I knelt down and rested my hand on her stomach. I felt the muscles ripple beneath my fingers. "Shall we begin again."

Her eyes widened; a glimmer of fear hidden behind an ocean of passion. I had taken her further than she had ever been and then stopped short. The brief respite had given her a chance to consider her reactions to my touch, she was unsure.

I knelt down. "I will not hurt you." Polly's eyes remained fixed on mine. "We have only one hour left before your mother is finished. If you nod your head I will continue, if you do not, I will release you."

My pulse raced as I watched her head jerk up and down as if there were two factions within her warring for control. I smiled and removed a cube of ice from the glass and let drips of water fall on to the white sphere of her gag. She sucked greedily as the moisture slid across the white surface to her lips. I slowly moved my ice-filled hand down her body. A drop fell onto the nape of her neck and she flinched. I moved it lower and another drop soaked into the leotard just at the rise of her left breast. As the ice cube made direct contact with the hardened nub that marked her nipple, Polly hissed, moisture dribbling from the corners of her stretched mouth. "You had your chance to back out." I smiled attempting my own serpentine gaze.

I traced a circle and an 'X' across the hardened points of her breast. Polly vibrated on the coffee table making it difficult to perform my torturous work. "Be still, or I shall be forced to take drastic measures." My words were spoken while my left hand began to mimic the actions of the right with its own ice cube. Her body increased its maddened convulsions.

I stopped and Polly opened her eyes. "I warned you to be still." I reached into the glass and pulled free a large cube holding the glistening whiteness before her eyes. I then slid the ice into the leg opening of her leotard. She jerked and her legs began flapping. I slowly pushed the coldness over her stomach keeping the cube between the tights and leotard. My thought being the friction of the enclosing layers of fabric would allow me to better control over the icy invader. Slowly I pushed the ice lower, working my hands on the outer surface to tease the bulge it made in the fabric towards my intended destination. Polly's flailing legs hindered my progress but the small wet ball soon rested directly between her legs. She squeezed her thighs closed and opened them repeatedly rolling her head back and forth. Little gasps and shrieks escaped from behind the gag when she could get enough air through her nose. I placed my hand over the ice and pressed. Her back bent into a bow.

I began to play Polly like an instrument, a living instrument. I watched her movements and learned where to push, where to knead, or where to stroke. We got into a rhythm and slowly I began to be the melody to her harmony. I studied her body with the intensity of a musician playing a difficult piece. I knew with enough practice I could produce chords that would make Polly thrum with bliss and pleasure.

As I had this realization Polly's body went rigid and my hands were squeezed into fists by her thighs. I carefully timed my movements to the rhythms of her rocking body until a sudden spasm passed through her. A series of quick muscle contractions in her thighs and buttocks buzzed through my fingers. Her limbs had gone rigid and then, just as suddenly, she relaxed. Her legs fell open, her head rolled to the side, and her eyes fell closed.

I panicked and quickly began to release her hands from the silken bonds. Had I pushed too far?. Her hands fell free and she took a deep breath curling up into the a ball on the coffee table breathing deeply. I could not remove the gag but I pushed the damp hair from her face. Her eyes opened, they were heavy with exhaustion. "Are you ok?"

She nodded.

"Let me help you to the couch." I guided her body onto the soft leather and she fell over onto her side. I sat down and lifted her head so it would rest on my lap. She was asleep in seconds. I let my hand stroke the softness of her back and contended moans escaped her lips.

The next thing I remember was Lisa kneeling before me. "Wake up Jack. Wake up Polly. It's nearly 10 o'clock my work took longer than I thought."

Lisa gave me a ride home leaving Polly dozing on the couch. We did not speak until she pulled into my driveway. "Thank you Lisa." I said.

Lisa smiled and she said nothing just looking at me. Her eyes remained fixed upon mine beyond the point where the look became uncomfortable. "Jack," she paused. There was a tempest raging behind her steady gaze. "You... surprise me."

I cocked my head to the side not understanding. Lisa leaned over and pulled me into a fierce hug. Her body felt similar to Polly's but instead of softness beneath smoothness alone, a bar of iron ran through her body. Lisa released me and I opened the car door.

"You know," I said and Lisa looked back toward me.

"You forgot to take off Polly's gag."

Lisa laughed, holding her fingers to her lips. "Oops."

I watched her car pull away and wondered at her words.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/05/2017 Ch. 12)

Postby civpl » Sun Mar 05, 2017 11:06 am

Great update to this story!

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/05/2017 Ch. 12)

Postby rbooks » Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:21 pm

Absolutely amazing story
Please do update it;
There's much to unpack b/t Polly and jack and Polly and her mom

Jack's Story - Chapter 13 - Wheels part 1

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Mar 10, 2017 3:46 pm

Chapter 13 Wheels part 1

The stitches came out a few days later. It hurt a little but Polly was with me doing her best to keep my mind off the pulling and pinching. The day of the procedure she wore a long sleeve shirt with a neckline just high enough to hide her bra and a shiny green skater skirt that fell to mid thigh. While the doctor worked on my back she sat across from me in a chair and would slowly cross one leg over the other whenever I winced A couple of times she bent over to pick up some imaginary object off the floor giving me a direct line beneath her shirt while her eyes met mine twinkling with mischief. I am pretty sure the doctor caught her a couple times because he would occasionally pause his work at moments when Polly was being particularly provocative.

"That was fun." Polly said batting the sides of her skirt causing the material to fly higher on her legs as we walked from the clinic.

"I appreciate you coming along, now more than ever." I smiled at her.

"Mom wants you to come home, somebody from her office wants to meet you." Polly said.

"Huh?"

"I just got a message from her." Polly wiggled her phone in the air.

"Why would someone from her work want to see me?"

Polly shrugged. "Maybe it’s a trick and the house is empty."

I stopped and looked askance at Polly who was holding her arms above her head plaiting her long red hair into a ponytail. "What would happen then?"

"You know the rules." Polly smiled with the look of an hawk studying a mouse.

I wanted that to happen so badly. We had been alone together only briefly since the night Polly was bound to the coffee table and it had been the erotic fodder for my dreams ever since. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "You know, I doubt your Mom still cares if we hold to that particular rule." I whispered into her ear.

"She has not told me of any changes." Polly placed her hand over her heart and looked at me through her eyelashes. "So as far as I'm concerned it is still in effect." Polly laughed and got in behind the wheel of her car.

Ollie has always given me a hard time about how nervous I am behind the wheel of a car. I just have not had much time to practice. I can drive. I am sixteen and have a license, but everyone around me is fiercely protective of their cars. Polly just laughs when I offer to drive and Kat doesn't bother with any words at all just a cold unyielding stare. I have driven Mom and Dad's cars but they are always using them. Buying one on my own is out of the question at this point, tutoring keeps me in spending money but that is about it.

Polly pulled her car into the driveway next to a sports car, a BMW. "Looks like there is somebody home."

"Nice car." I said.

"Meh." Polly shrugged. "Looks like an old rich man's car."

We entered the house and Polly shot me a smile when I saw an older gentlemen with silver hair sitting on the couch across from Polly's Mom. He was wearing an expensive looking suit tailored to maximize his masculine features, a cup of coffee held in one hand. They both stood when we entered. "Mr. Craddock, this is my daughter Polly." Lisa said.

The man smiled. "As lovely as your mother." Mr. Craddock said politely.

Polly smiled allowing him to take her hand.

"And this is her friend Jack." Lisa continued.

He had a good handshake, quick and firm, it spoke of a man of influence. "Ah Jack, just who I was hoping to meet."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Craddock." I responded

"I am here to thank you for what you did for this family a few days past."

I took Mrs. Bates advice. "I am just glad they are both safe."

"Yes, we all are." Mr. Craddock turned and looked toward Polly's Mom with genuine affection. "Lisa here is my rainmaker, the firm would have suffered much had any ill befallen her."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Craddock. I don't really understand what Lisa does." I said trying to be as honest as possible.

"Well join the club, my boy." Bright white teeth showed when he laughed. "Arbitrage is an art more than a science, all I know is the profit margin is widening."

Lisa smiled modestly. "Thank you sir."

Mr. Craddock stepped closer gesturing with the coffee cup. "Listen, I'm being completely serious. If there is anything we can do for you just ask." He held out his hand again and I took it, ready this time for the aggressive shake. He nodded to Lisa. "I'll see you tomorrow then and thank you for the coffee."

He reached the door when I had a flash of insight. "Mr. Craddock, I thought of something."

He lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh?"

"I could use a part time job. I do some tutoring but I would like more regular work, and since you asked..."

"Well, I'm impressed. I thought you'd ask for a car or a pile of money."

I was silently kicking myself for not asking for a car, I had assumed such a favor was off the table. "Ok, Jack what are you good at?"

"I..." I wracked my brain for anything remotely resembling work that required people to wear suits like Mr. Craddock wore or dresses like Lisa and came up with preacher or fashion model. I really had no idea what to say.

"He's a math genius." Polly rescued me..

"Oh really?" Mr. Craddock smiled and turned to Lisa. "Lisa, please make the arrangements to have Jack start on a temporary, part time basis and we will see how he fits in, if anywhere." He turned back to me. "I'll give you through the summer, your success is in your hands." Mr. Craddock waved again and left.

Lisa closed the door behind him and stared at me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you extra work."

Lisa smiled and ruffled my hair with affection, she was three inches taller than me in the four inch heels she wore, and I recognized the dress as the one she was wearing when we first met; a tan sheath that clung tightly to her form. "Oh it’s no trouble. I will bring it up with the staff. They will probably want to help you as a way of kissing my ass."

The mental image of a bunch of suits kneeling down before Lisa's backside flashed through my thoughts but I quickly dismissed it. "Ok, good."

"I'm going to go change, what do you want to do tonight?"

"Can I stay?" I asked looking toward Lisa.

"I assumed you would. I told your Mom Mr. Craddock wanted to see you. There's pizza in the kitchen."

Lisa changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and the three of us sat around the table enjoying the pizza while Polly told her mother how she managed to get me through the earlier doctor's visit.

Lisa shook her head. "He didn't see you, Polly?"

Polly shook her head at exact same moment that I nodded. "He did, at least twice."

Polly put her fingers to her lips and gasped. "What? You didn't tell me that."

"It doesn't matter, I doubt we'll see him again." I explained still smiling. "I am curious about something too."

Lisa raised her eyebrows.

"How did you get Polly tied up the other night?" I asked.

Heat rose in Polly's face at the sudden memeory and she glanced toward her mother.

Lisa laughed. "Oh that was surprisingly easy. I just told her that I wanted to show her the best way to tie you up." She emphasized the word ‘you’ with a delicate punch of her finger.

I looked at Polly who was now carefully pushing a pepperoni around her plate.

Lisa came to her rescue. "It worked out well."

Polly looked at me and I smiled watching her face move through the memory of that evening. There was a long silence and though I could feel Lisa's eyes, I could not seem to stop gazing at Polly who returned the look with an unmistakable intensity, her lip twitched upward in almost feral snarl.

"Ok, ok, good grief, don't make me get the hose." Lisa said. "You kids make me feel so old." She looked at Polly.

Polly looked at her mother. "How's that, you are not old?"

"I used to have the passion you have, now all those sharp edges are rounded of by fear of consequences. Speaking of which, are you two thinking about those?"

I answered. Truth was I had been thinking about consequences, Dad's words had forced me to take a look at myself. "I have thought a lot about it, but probably not the consequences you are thinking of."

"Oh, tell me." Lisa said picking up her napkin and pushing the plate away from her.

"Dad told me in the hospital that I inherited something from him."

Lisa nodded.

I caught the gesture and looked up. "You know?"

"Your Mom told me. Let me guess, you are worried not about the consequences of sex but about losing Polly."

"It's like a curse." I said softly into the kitchen my eyes fixed on the middle distance. "I am with the most beautiful person in the world, and I get sudden anxiety about what might happen if I lose her."

Polly's hand slid across the table and gripped mine. "I'm not going anywhere."

"There are worse things than losing someone you love." Lisa interrupted.

I met her eyes but could not comprehend what she meant.

"They change, they turn into a monster." Lisa sighed. "I loved him once, maybe I was blind but I truly never believed he could become what you witnessed that night. I..." Lisa stopped and drew a deep breath. The memories of her life with her husband flickered painfully in her eyes. "Enough of this, we need something to lighten the mood." Lisa stood and picked up the plates. "Shall we watch a movie?"

Polly reached behind her and opened a cupboard beneath a sideboard along the wall. She pulled out a blue box with a cartoon family drawn on the front. Written across the top in bright orange lettering was the title Mr. Finklestein's Family Fun or Forfeit.

"Polly what are you doing?" Lisa asked.

"Lightening the mood." Polly answered with an innocent lilt to her voice.

I am not dense, I knew Polly was up to something. "A game? How do you play?"

Polly opened the box which consisted of a set of card and several dice along with a pad of narrow slips of paper. There were several pieces of the paper loose in the box where other players had tossed them after previous games. I grabbed a few of these. In Polly's hand writing I read, Hands tied. In another's hand writing I read, Shirt pulled over your head. In another, Shoes on hands.

Polly was shuffling the cards and setting out the dice while I read. "Uh, Polly, what does this mean." I held up the light blue piece of paper. "Wear Polly's bra."

Lisa barked a laugh and Polly smiled. "We played with a cousin of mine. Mom knocked him out of the game with that one."

I shook my head, "Maybe you should explain the rules before I agree to play."

Polly sighed. "It's simple really. You role the six dice and keep the highest number, repeating that a total of three times, like you do in Yahtzee."

I nodded since I'd played Yahtzee before.

"Then you draw a card. They have different things on them that may help you," Polly grabbed the top card. "This says, Take another roll." She showed me the card. "You can either use it or save it for later, you can keep a maximum of three cards. Get it."

"And these?" I asked holding up the multitude slips of paper.

"At the end of each round." She twirled her fingers in a circuit of the table. "The person with the highest score reads their slip of paper and the person with the lowest score has to do whatever it says or they take a strike." She held up a little cardboard circle with a red 'X' drawn on it. "If you get three strikes you're out."

"Forfeits can't be longer than five words, and no blindfolds." Lisa interjected.

"Having your hands tied would make playing hard." I asked.

"The other players help." Polly answered. "As long as you can see, that's why we have the no blindfold rule, you can't really be cheated."

I thought about it for a long moment. Polly had been awfully excited to play this and I had a sinking suspicion that she was going to try and get me into some embarrassing situation. The game provided an escape route with the strikes so no big deal. "Ok, I'll play."

Polly clapped her hands. "Goodie!"

"Hold on a second." Lisa interrupted her daughters excited claps. "I get veto power on any forfeits. If I think it's too crazy or intimate, then you have to pick something else."

Polly stuck her tongue out at her mom.

"Really?" Lisa said. "Mature much?"

"Fine, let's play. Write down your forfeit first." Polly said

I tapped the end of the pencil against my lips and thought. Polly and Lisa both had begun writing instantly so they obviously had some plan. I decided on, "Handcuffed to a girl." I thought myself rather clever with that one. If I won, I would get both the ladies in a single forfeit. We rolled, on my turn I drew a card that would force one of my opponents to re-roll their highest dice number. When all was said and done, Polly had won and Lisa lost.

Polly looked disappointed. "Oh poop, I was hoping to get you with this one." She looked at me. "The white ball gag."

Lisa looked askance at Polly and took a strike marker from the box. "No way."

Polly shrugged and grabbed the dice. "You start first this time," she slid them toward her mother, while she grabbed another slip of paper and began writing.

"I'm confused." I paused to think for a moment. "If we keep writing stuff down that nobody will do, like if Polly says, 'Wear my underwear.' I won't do it, I'll get three strikes and I'll be out. Game over."

"We usually play with an incentive." Lisa said. "Something the losers have to do for the winner. The game itself doesn't use such creative forfeits." Lisa looked at Polly. "Normally it is stuff like 'Dance like a chicken' or 'Crawl under your chair', fun stuff like that.

"What about the Put on Polly's Bra one I read?" I asked.

Polly looked at her mother. "Was that Thanksgiving?"

Lisa nodded. "Losers had to do all the dishes."

I nodded then. "See this won't work without something like that to make it worth performing the particular forfeits." I looked over at Polly, "And since you are throwing around stuff like gags, my guess is you better really make us want to win."

Polly nodded. "Ok, if you win, you can drive my car for a week."

Whoa. That was a big, I knew how carefully Polly treated her car. "Like take it to my house and everything?"

Polly nodded.

"Alright. Sounds good." I said.

"And if I win." Lisa said. "You two cannot speak to each other for a week, no texting, no talking, nothing."

My eyes got wide. "Seriously? How's that going to work? We go to school in the same building."

"I'll talk to your friends to make sure." Lisa said. "And I trust you to adhere to the terms."

Polly and I looked at each other and realized she had really upped the ante with that condition, there is no way I wanted to go a whole week without seeing Polly. "Ok, I guess."

Polly seemed suddenly nervous. "Ok," she croaked.

Lisa smiled. "And what happens if you win, Polly."

Polly immediately brightened. "I get to tie you both up. And you," she pointer at her mother, "have to teach me how."

"You need more details," Lisa said. "How long would we have to stay tied, for example."

Polly thought for a second. "How about this? I get you both all day Sunday. And you have to teach me the night before."

I shrugged. "Fine with me."

"Ok," Lisa said. "You're not going to win anyway."

Polly narrowed her eyes at her mother and then raised her hands suddenly. "Oh, oh, I almost forgot." Polly nearly jumped out of her seat. "I get to pick what you wear."

I snorted.

Lisa scowled at Polly. "Not naked." Her voice was precise and emphatic.

"No, of course not."

Lisa smiled at me. "Are you ok with that? You know what's going to happen."

"Like you said, she's not going to win." I responded confidently.

Polly turned a suspicious glance my way. "What are you two cooking up?"

Truth was Lisa and I were not cooking up anything, I had just noticed something that Polly had yet to realize. There was no percentage in this game for Lisa. It seemed unlikely she wanted us to stay apart for a week so she would get nothing for winning. And if I were to win nothing happens to her either, so the only person she really wants to lose is her daughter. Two against one, Polly is going to have a rough time of it. Luck is luck, though, and dice are all about luck.

"Nothing, how could we?" I said. "Besides, it's dice." I rolled two across the table.

"Ok." Polly said slowly trying to figure out if I had an angle. "Let's start over and play."

I smiled. This would likely be fun no matter how it turned out. Not to mention that spending an entire day on Sunday at the mercy of Polly would be pretty awesome. I just hoped that the gods of luck did not give Lisa the win.

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/10/2017 Ch. 13)

Postby volatiledesire » Fri Mar 10, 2017 3:51 pm

Hello, just wanted to say thanks for the kind comments and add a note.

Normally I write ahead two chapters(post one, edit one, and write one). Real life has taken a dump on my free time, so I will be slower. There is nothing in the edit spot or written spot.

All the best,

Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/10/2017 Ch. 13)

Postby rbooks » Sun Mar 12, 2017 5:16 pm

Looking forward to
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Re: Jack's Story (updated 3/10/2017 Ch. 13)

Postby canuck100 » Sun Mar 12, 2017 7:07 pm

rbooks wrote:Looking forward to
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Same here!