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  The night wore on and I made my way upstairs to the bathroom. I had decided that I would leave after I was done. I had waited around long enough and Kit was probably with some cheerleader anyway. Later, I walked back downstairs and looked for my friends to tell them I was leaving. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was firm and hard, “Shelley? What are you doing here?”

  I turned to see Kit smiling at me. I was shocked and caught off guard.

  “I went to the game with some friends and then they wanted to come here. I was just looking for them to tell them that I’m leaving,” I whispered in his ear.

  “I went to the library yesterday looking for you,” he said.

  “You did? Why? Yesterday was my day off,” I said.

  “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I think about that day over and over and it’s the hottest thing that I’ve ever done,” he said.

  “Oh, but what about your girlfriend?” I asked.

  He laughed and said, “I don’t have a girlfriend Shelley. I might be a jock but I am actually a good guy. I wouldn’t have fucked you if I had a girlfriend.”

  “Oh I see, but …” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

  Kit pressed his mouth on mine and kissed me. I was surprised that he was doing it right in the middle of the party where all his friends could see.

  I kissed him back and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with more passion. Finally he pulled away and said, “Come on I want to introduce you to my friends.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Guys! This is her. This is Shelley,” he yelled at a few of his jock friends who all had very pretty girls on their arms.

  “Shelley! There she is!” one guy yelled.

  “We were starting to think Kit made you up. He wouldn’t stop talking about the hot librarian he’s in love with,” one of the girls said as she smiled at me.

  I just smiled and said, “Hello.”

  Then I looked at Kit as he smiled at me. It didn’t go beyond my notice that the girl said he was in love with me. I smiled at him and cocked my head to the side waiting for an explanation. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “She’s right. I think I’ve fallen for you. It must be because I took your virginity. I’ve never had that experience before.” He winked at me and I knew that he was being playful but partly serious.

  We enjoyed the party for a while longer. Then we went back to his place. He introduced me to his roommate and then we didn’t leave his bed for the rest of the weekend. We enjoyed each other’s bodies and fucked for hours. I could never get enough of his cock. I felt like a cock hungry jezebel. Then after that weekend it just sort of happened. I became his girlfriend. He never asked me to be his girlfriend but he was introducing me to people as his girlfriend and we were together all the time. That’s how I, the nerdy librarian, became the girlfriend of the hot athletic star quarterback jock.

  The End

  An All Night Ramming

  Getting it Up

  In order to fully convey the questionable content of this incident, I must describe the events that took place in a somewhat sordid, detailed manner. Obscene occurrences will be told, make no doubt of this. Although a great many years have passed since the first episode transpired – it remains fresh in my mind, and rightfully so, as I am sure all will agree once you come to know my story. Now… I guess it is time to begin.

  ***

  My name is Toysin Tinkerbottoms. Others usually just referred to me as Toy for short. Nothing affectionate, mind you. It was simply an abbreviated, almost mocking nickname. How so? Well, as some of you may recall I used to serve as the apprentice toy tinkerer up at ol’ famous amusement workshop. That’s right. I worked in the most highly touted manufacturers warehouse, right in the big man’s very own headquarters. Back then I wasn’t overly jolly about the position. Work seemed to be work. Day in, day out. I remember thinking at the time how strange it seemed that they would even hire a meek lad such as myself. But apparently I possessed a few other desirable qualities. A trait or two that had hidden potential. Now, bear in the mind, the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Moundrammer, always hire new help together. It is their time honored tradition... welcoming in the new help.

  The muscular husband will sit there in his big, red, comfy chair -- while Mrs. Moundrammer rests in a similar, yet slightly smaller one, right there beside him. Hand in hand most of the time. And generally the place is pretty crowded during the hiring season (this takes place a number of months before the big holiday season arrives). There were big lines when I arrived. Huge lines! I remember them stretching out through multiple doorways, several hallways, and even a few adjacent buildings. Countless little hopefuls eager to find a job. I myself went out of boredom. Working was a foreign concept to me. I’d never really had a job at that point – maybe a few chores around the house, sure, but nothing real. Being a young, naïve man, I ventured off to the gigantic, lavish, and spectacular workshop to take my shot at glory. What a first job it would be!

  …Okay, okay!

  In truth my parents forced me out the door and shoved my rump over to the shop. They were tired of me being old and lazy; and after scolding me for it countless times, Dad finally got up the nerve to boot his little son from the nest. He seemed to think twenty years old was old enough to begin working – what a crock!

  And so there I was… waiting my turn for evaluation in the line leading up to the Moundrammer’s chamber.

  But as I did so, I began to notice a gathering of people a short ways off. Another line soon formed in that spot. Over on the opposite side of the main crowd. Only this other line seemed to be in direct contrast to our own. For it was the line populated by the rejected and dejected applicants. Those deemed unworthy, unfit, un-whatever by the Moundrammers. You could tell by their hung heads and slow, plodding steps. Shamed… Poor, heartbroken little critters. Whereas in my line, there were only cheerful faces and hopeful expressions. All those eager men and women wishing to be chosen for this wondrous opportunity.

  There was an odd looking girl exiting from the denied line. She had a pretty face, sure, but I wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl! All I could do was blush and turn away. But this girl appears different than the rest. She didn't appear saddened by her dismissal, not in the least. At least her face didn't show it anyway, if she was. This pretty lass looks over at me – at me of all people! And immediately upon making eye contact, she smiles in the most deviant manner. A moment later her fingers rises in a “come hither” motion. Here evidently my face lit up like spotlight. I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, a searing heat of embarrassment. I could only gulp and look away. But as the seconds ticked by, I held the distinct impression that this girl was still staring. I dared to look up – and she was! Only this time, it wasn’t just a smile that greeted me…

  A cheeky little thing apparently. For as soon as I glanced upward, she brought a hand to her shapely breast (which stood out in bold relief despite the stylish, layered clothing) and jiggled it up and down. I stared, harder than I’ve ever stared in my entire life – fixated on this amazingly provocative body part, right there calling me over. That lascivious smile remained plastered on that pretty face. She made me so hot I could feel the ground melting beneath my feet.

  And still she continued on! The girl’s other hand rose slowly and gripped the zipper at the top of her jacket. It began the slow, heavenly descent… How desperately, yet fearfully I awaited that lingering zipper to be ripped downward, exposing the beautiful bosom beneath it.

  “Lines moving, idiot!” came a voice as I felt myself being shoved forward.

  The impact sent me colliding into the guy standing several paces ahead.

  Oof!

  But no matter, there was still only one thing on my mind as I whirled my head back around just in time to see the young, shapely girl walking off… laughing to herself among a few friends. The lovely breast hanging in its rightful, innocent place.

  However, the dumb woman had done her magic! I f
elt the lingering jolts of excitement shooting straight down to my naughty bits as the line progressed forward. Thoughts of her heavenly body and the slow, taunting, unzipping tease filled my mind – just in the same way I wanted to fill her full of some burning, white-hot appreciation. Now keep in mind this was at a point in my life where I didn’t possess full control over, well let’s say, I didn’t have the maturity to always control what happened from beneath the waist. And as you know, I’m sure, we men are prone to wearing some tighter clothing when out job hunting...

  Keeping these things in mind, imagine the shock and terror rising in my body as I approached the doorway leading into the evaluation chamber. By this point there was no more than half a dozen hopefuls in front of me. And here I couldn’t control the raging toy in my pants! No matter how hard I tried or what disgusting image I thought of, the picture of that damn girl and her perfect breast would reenter my brain and send a blaring signal below saying MORE FUEL! MORE COAL! STOKE THE FIRE! And each time my already tight pants would grow a little tighter. I even took my suave hat off to cover the area – I sure didn’t want any of the other men poking fun at my poking fun. This provided me with the slightest relief possible, knowing I could mask this issue, no matter how awkward it appeared.

  A teary eyed girl came stepping out of the room. I guess she didn’t make the cut. The droplets of sadness seem to freeze before they even departed from her cheeks. And how pretty they were. Very feminine. Oh no… and there I went again. I could think of nothing else other than seeing her strip me down, pull my trousers low, and beg me to spray this liquid passion all across her pitiable face. Let me warm those tears for you, darling. And she would take me in her mouth—

  “Come on stupid, lines moving!” Yet another shove sent me spiraling forward. Right beyond the threshold of the evaluation chamber. I saw the cheerful red interior colors. The inviting decorations and warmness. An altogether homey sort of place, one very befitting of the legendary Moundrammers, I had to admit.

  “Next, please,” I heard a masculine, yet slightly aged voice call out.

  Uh oh… I looked in front of me and saw no one. Not a single boy or girl stood between me and the big man! That same annoying hand as before prodded me on the back, ushering me forward. And here the realization hit me. Sheer humiliation! My face exploded with redness, so hot, so scorching with embarrassment. For at this moment, as I reached down to cover my still growing excitement, I noticed the dapper hat of mine had been knocked loose from my hand. It lay several paces back; quickly being stomped and walked on. Every attempt I made to retrieve it was met with another shove, another push, another impudent moron moving me forward into the evaluation chamber.

  “It’s ok, sonny,” said the virile voice.

  I froze. Nothing left to do but drop my hands over the spectacle in my pants and hope for the best. Those tiny feet of mine shuffled inside. And here I saw, for the first time in person, Mr. Moundrammer! And his wife, Mrs. Moundrammer, of course. There he sat in his chair. Mrs. Moundrammer held his hand, just as I had been told of. She leaned over and whispered something into her husband’s ear. He laughed heartily.

  “Come a bit closer, young one. Let us have a look at you,” Jonah Moundrammer intoned.

  Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

  “That’s better,” he said, and even though I didn’t dare to look, I felt the twinkle in his eye. And oddly, I felt another emotion from a different set of eyes. One I didn’t quite recognize.

  “Now,” Jonah began, but he quickly found himself cut off.

  “Now,” came the motherly yet feminine voice, “Now, what is your name?”

  My eyes remained glued to the floor as I spoke. “Uhh, T-t-toy, err, Toysin Tin—umm, Toysin—“

  “It’s ok, don’t be nervous,” Mrs. Moundrammer assured me.

  “Toysin Tinkerbottoms!” I blurted, thankful just to get the words from my mouth.

  “Toysin… Tinkerbottoms…” they said together. “Hmm, I don’t recognize it. Do you, dear?”

  “No,” Mrs. Moundrammer replied.

  “My-my-my father worked in an old factory of your fathers, sir,” I informed them.

  This was met with a series of ahhh’s and such.

  “An honorable position,” Mr. Moundrammer said – although I couldn’t be sure of his sincerity. “Now tell us, Tinkerbottoms was it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Yes, Toy Tinkerbottoms, tell us please what it is you would like to do here.”

  “I want that dirty gir—“ I fumbled so stupidly already! Idiot! “Umm no, I meant I want to be a toy tinkerer.”

  “Oh yes…” came their synchronized response. “Well then step forward here and show us your tinkering, Tinkerbottoms!”

  Uh oh… The moment had come. Well, not quite that fortunate yet. But as I raised my head, desperately seeking approval, which Jonah Moundrammer provided by smiling and broadly waving me forward.

  Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

  I positioned myself right behind the thin table – which several toys sat upon.

  “Grab one and step forward, please Toysin,” requested Mr. Moundrammer.

  Remove my hands? The only thing concealing my southern staff?!?! How! A minute or two must have passed before the man spoke again.

  “It’s ok, any of them will do. Just go ahead and grab one off the table and come on over.”

  There’s his sweet, loving smile again. The pictures didn't do him justice. Somehow it made my perverted thoughts all the more disgraceful. What would Mrs. Moundrammer think!? But I couldn’t stop now. Not here. And so I grabbed a toy at random with lighting swiftness, a wooden truck or something similar, hoping to cover what needed to be covered and walked forward, making sure to keep it held low and tight. The wood rubbed against my own wood, which only seemed to make matters worse. As it became galvanized to life once more with even greater vigor than before. I felt it begin to extend outward! The tightening pants straining to hold back the eager mischief maker -- my eyes (along with a southern object) bulging with fright. The rush of blood had me believing I might faint at any second.

  “Fine choice,” Jonah said. “Now hold it up high here and let us see how you tinker.”

  Gulp… Those eyes again…

  ***

  In the exact instant I lifted the toy from waistline to chest level, the loud murmur of the nearby crowd fell silent. All eyes seemed to shoot downward for half a second at most. Not a sound could be heard afterward. I stood alone. Throbbing, but alone. Time did not stop, no, it ticked by ever so slowly, haunting, and taunting and mocking. As if this particular point was somehow worth remembering with vivid recollection.

  And then it happened… Unbelievably, but nonetheless it happened… I had heard it never left him. It was something that simply always existed and always would. Like the ringing of sleigh bells or the debauching of harlots. And yet in this moment, as Jonah Moundrammer looked down at me, I did notice the gleam in his eye… vanish. However, the remaining portion of his face held, unflinchingly. Not a single twitch or altering of expressions – a mere big smile peering onward. Only a subtle, almost imperceptible disappearance of that famed twinkle. His eyes darkening ever so slightly. Following this unprecedented occurrence, Mr. Moundrammer quickly lifted his arm high above as if to cast me away in the most courteous manner possible. But in this exact instant, his wife’s hand, Mrs. Moundrammer’s, flew through the air in the most dainty, awe-inspiring display of elegance and refinement – as she suddenly leaned over before whispering a brief comment in her husband’s ear. Then, quite suddenly, the head honcho's most precious possession, the twinkle of his eye, returned to him instantaneously as he spoke the fateful words.

  “Toysin Tinkerbottoms, you shall be a toy tinkerer! Welcome to the family! Now go, go and retrieve your items from down the hall.” A thunderous laugh, the famed hearty chuckole that only mountains of money can imbue a man with, erupted within the evaluation chamber. I had somehow succeeded; a miraculous and dizzifying f
eat.

  I could do nothing but stare awkwardly at the floor, stuck in a stupor, as I traipsed from the room – all the while sensing another pair of eyes scanning over my departing figure.

  You might say there was something incredible about that incident. How the crowd went silent – if I were a boasting boy, I would say they were awe-struck with my show of virility. However, the silence probably stemmed more from disbelief than reverence. The most shocking occurrence being the moment the masculine Moundrammer had chosen me, ME! to be a toy tinkerer. Who knows what Mrs. Moundrammer whispered into his ear. But it seemed to do the trick. Maybe she told him to send me through as an example of what not to do. Although Jonah is not a malicious fellow, not from the stories I’ve heard anyway.