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Chapter Five - A girl knows

Saturday was usually for fun and rest for most school aged children, Ingrid thought to herself. This Saturday, was not in anyway fun. She had been sick with the flu for three days now, and it was simply driving her crazy.

She had layed there in her bed, coughing and wheezing like a old car ready to fully conk out She had a fever so bad, she could not even wear her lightest of pyjamas, and had to opt for being as naked as the day she was born, making sure to use the covers strategically implemented at the right times when people came in and checked on her. She felt achy and heavy, and she was just bodily heavy. That was her reality for this weekend... this sucked.

The shot to hell weekend was not the only thing on her mind, far from it. She had just gotten a visit from her boyfriend and safety patrol partner this Saturday morning. While he was visiting, she had the strongest feeling that something was not quite right.

Fillmore was joking around and things, like usual, but it seemed to be almost a mask on him. Something was up with the lad, she felt like.

She did not have a clue whether or not her sickness was making her imagine things or not, but she deeply felt that something was not quite right with her dusty skinned boy. It was like he was hiding something, or knew something.

Cornelius had stayed for over an hour with her after delivering her homework, but went between seemingly distracted and the turning around by forcing humor out, yet things were not at all fine. It was like he was trying to find a balance with things, and never quite finding the mark for any of it.

He had left, kissing her like he had since they had decided to go together, but the kiss was vacant. She felt like there was a lack of what ever it was, when he had kissed her before. His love peck had left her pretty much empty. That salted it away that something was not right with the dusty skinned youth.

Ingrid layed there, pondering things as she blew her nose for the thousandth time. All of this worry has not helped her feel any better, it actually made her feel worse.

She took a sip of her cold juice she had on her little night stand, and just thought on this odd behavior. He usually was the very level part of anywhere, except when he had made up his mind to stop someone when duty called. The lad was not quite himself.

She rolled over in bed, hoping to get some sleep as she still felt very crappy. She needed to get better and fast, she thought to herself... something was not quite right, and she needed to know just what it was, and she could not do that from bed

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In the still of his room, Fillmore reclined on his bed. He sat there with the radio on, but it was apparent that his mind was not with the strains of music that wafted to him. He was far away from his room as he could have been.

He stared at the ceiling of the room, his mind falling back to the day before, and his little ‘run in’ with Kelly. He shook his head, feeling more low than he ever had before. He knew that he had betrayed someone that he not only was beginning to love, but always respected in every possible way.

He took a deep sigh, and turned off his radio, having enough of the music for now. He listened to the house, knowing that he was the only one at home right then, as his parents had gone out for the day to shop at flea markets. He was glad that he was home alone, made feeling this way seem better. It would give him time to think it all through, with out any outside distractions.

Fillmore’s maid suddenly snapped out of it’s deep train of thoughts. He heard the doorbell go off downstairs, and sat up. He was not expecting anyone or anything else. He hurried to have a look.

Outside the front door, he saw it was Kelly standing there. He swallowed hard, as he had been pondering her for the whole time he was home, and it was a shock to se her in his doorstep like this. He hesitated for a moment, not quite knowing what to do, then opened the door.

The pretty oriental girl stepped in through the doorway, and looked at the bald headed lad with a large smile. Fillmore noted that she was different today than what she had been usually at school. Much more.

The tee-shirt and cargo styled pants were gone, she wore a lower thigh length oriental styled dress and the strapped sandles of her Japanese heritage. Her hair was down, out of the pigtails she normally sported, her pink dye streaked highlighted hair was beautiful to see. The lad thought the change was very fine looking on her, but the bigger question loomed over him... why was the girl here, after what had happened at school.

Kelly looked at the youth, as he stared at her.
“ Nice to see you, Kelly...” The lad said, collecting himself. “ My question is why are you here?”

The girl just looked at the lad with a small grin, her hands clasped seemingly nervously in front of herself
“ I thought we needed to talk about the other day...” She began, walking into the house.
“ Talk about the other day?” The lad muttered, looking at the girl. He knew what she was meaning.
“ Well, I do...” She said, her face turning serious.

He might regret what he was to do next, but he motioned to the staircase.
“ Are we... alone to do this talk?” Kelly asked.
“ We can go up to my room to talk, if it would help you to not know if we were going to be bothered.”
“ It would help.” Nodded the girl, heading for the staircase.

Once in Fillmore’s room, the lad took a seat on his bed, and she sat down halfway across the room in a rolling desk chair. There was dead silence tension in the air, as the two looked at each other.
“ So what do you need to talk about?” The lad said, being as blunt as usual.
Kin just sat back, and a smile came over her smooth face.
“ What we did...” She started. “ I can’t get out of my head.”
“ Me neither.” Admitted the boy. “ What I did... was wrong.”
“ Not to me...” She replied back, very blunt herself. “ I find myself wanting to do more with you...”

Fillmore looked at the girl. Her statement was a complete shock to him. He did not really know how to respond to the girl’s statement. The girl filled that void of time.
“ I said that day, I knew you and Ingrid were going together, but I also said I did not care...” She said, leaning back further in the chair. “ She did not have to know... or now either.”
“ Then what is your point of being here?” Asked Fillmore, nervous with what the response would be.

Sitting up a little in the swivel chair, Kelly raised her dress hem, and held it aloft. Fillmore was being shown that the girl was wearing nothing underneath the silk garment, no panties or anything else. The still pubic hairless cunny of Kelly’s was glistening and swollen, as she was already aroused.
“ I want you to do me again...” She said, sighing the words.

Fillmore was dumbfounded, transfixed by the sight of the girl’s twat. He also felt his prick stiffen and grow in his pants in response to what he was seeing. He just sat there, fighting the urge to do the girl, an the guilt of already cheating on Ingrid withe Kelly. Either way he was thinking, he found himself speechless.

Kelly stood up and pulled off the dress she wore, fulling confirming that other than the shoes she was wearing, the dress was the only thing she had on. She let it drop from her hand, and on to the hardwood floor under her. She smiled, and walked across to the lad, her eyes locked onto his with a sultry look.

She pushed down the lad back on to the bed, after helping him take his shirt off. She smiled and undid the belt, and slid off the cargo’s he wore along with the boxers and tossed them too. She smiled, as his seven inch plus dick stood straight up in the air in front of her, throbbing as it almost saluted the girl.
“ That is what I was wanting...”She said, beginning to kneel between his now unclothed legs.

Before Fillmore could get his words back, the girl gripped his fleshy member, and then took the head of it in her mouth. He gasped, as the feelings were very overwhelming with the soft wet sensations. He could felt her small mouth encapsulate more than half his member, as the tongue danced around the shaft. He closed his eyes, as this was simply blissful, as her head bobbed to a smooth pace.

She continued for awhile, smoothly working the lads dusty colored cock with her mouth. He could not help but let out a moan, as the feelings washed through him, pleasure was flooding his mind.

Kelly soon stopped, and smiled. She forwent the blow job, and started to climb onto the lad, straddling him as he layed on the bed. He did not fight it, but watched with shocked fascination, watching for what she was going to do next.

The pretty olive skinned girl raised up and guided his love muscle into her sopping wet hole with a soft hand, all the while watching his eyes through his glasses. She shuttered as she lowered herself on to the cock, feeling the young man fill her up.
“ That is what I was wanting...” She said. Cornelius never knew Tehama to be so forceful.

The girl began to bounce up and down, driving Fillmore’s rod dep into herself. She gasped as this position mad it hit spots that were incredible. She smiled down at the lad, who had put one hand on either side of her hips and was guiding her speed for himself. She sighed and let the lad do so.

Cornelius looked up at the beautiful oriental girl that rode him. The lad’s eyes traced down the girl’s torso, seeing how beautiful her dark olive skin looked as it glistened with sweat. Her small breasts bounced with each thrust down she made, all the while her head lolled from side to side. She moaned softly, as he thrust up from his position on the bed, and he reached up and tweaked her nipples, which caused her to moan more louder. She responded by bouncing on him with greater conviction.

The two went at it for awhile, their bodies in sync with one another in the dance of hormonal angst. The fires of lust were now stoked.

Their pelvises slammed against one another in their heated frenzy, driving themselves closer to the climaxes that lurked deep within themselves, and were going to make their appearances any minute. Getting lost in the moment, the rode the escalating deliriums of the sensations.

Kelly felt herself beginning to vibrating now, the explosion inside her just nearing the breakout point. She slammed her puss down one more time hard, and then her orgasm washed over her, sending her onto climatic heaven, as she felt his cock pulse at the same time.

Fillmore gasped then grunted loudly, feeling his balls constrict. He grunted a second time and thrust upwards with his hips as she was coming down. Her twat clamped down on his rod and he just felt himself shoot his load hard in the girl, his own orgasmic pleasures ripping through him like a raging flood. He gasped, as the release came.

The pumped one another, as they were now locked in the climatic dance that fueled their frenzied movements. For one collection of seconds, they were almost like one in it’s release of energy.

With the orgasms done, Kelly collapsed on the lad, her body feeling no energy left from their raging passions. She looked down at the lad, and saw not a smile, but a blank look on his face.
“ Was that not so good?” She said, singing the praises of their love-making.
“ NO.... I just cheated on my girl again...” Said Fillmore, his voice anguished and full of remorse.
“ Like I said, she don’t have to know about any of this...” Kelly said, giving a smile down at the lad. “ ” I won’t say anything, you know...”

Fillmore shook his head.
“ It is not that simple, Kelly. You may not say anything... I know what I have done.” He said, then looked right into the girl’s face. “ You were no help.”

Kelly just got herself off, his cock coming out of her now full hole with a popping sound. She grabbed her dress and pulled it on, her face now blank. She looked at the lad one more time.
“ All I wanted was to be with you, even if it was just sex.” She said. “ That is all.”

The lad just pulled on his pants and looked at the girl.
“ For now... just go.” He said, his voice tight and serious.
“ Did you not like having sex with me?” She asked flatly, turning to leave his bedroom.

He looked ast the girl, his mind racing. He nodded, admitting that he had enjoyed it.
“ That is not the point, but that is the problem too...” He said, taking a pause to breath deeply. “ I cheated on Ingrid with you now... twice...” He just shook his head. “ Go, please.”

Kelly just turned fully, and left the room quietly. Her eyes were filled with confusion and hurt, but she did not say a word. She headed downstairs, not once looking back as she went to the front door. She exited quietly, and headed back to her house.

Fillmore just sat there on his bed, his head in his hands. He just thought about Ingrid and everything. He knew, that if she knew, that would be it, at the least. He could lose everything. His position on the safety patrol, people’s trust and the worst thing... the trust and understanding of someone he respected and admired. He had don it to himself, and Ingrid was the helpless victim.
“ She’s in bed sick, and this is what I do.” He said to himself. “ Man, Have I screwed things up.”

Fillmore knew intellectually, it was Kelly that was the aggressor and not him, but he was to blame for it too. He knew, he could have stopped all if this from happening.

Sitting there, he just pondered the facts, not even hearing his parents come home hours later. He knew he had to tell the truth, but he also felt the fear. The fear of what the consequences would be. He knew that would be right, but the cost of hurting Ingrid with this, could be more than what his honesty was worth.
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