Bought and Sold

Bought and Sold 12 to 14

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Chapter 12

“Are you sure?” Helen asked. “Maybe you moved it?”

“No, this is where I keep it!”

“Who could have taken it?”

The moment she asked the question, they all froze. There was only one other person who knew about it and where it was kept, someone who in the past had extorted money, someone who had a very good reason to do this. Tammy marched out of the house, followed by her friends and made a beeline for the Boyds. She pounded on the door. Rance opened it and scowled.

“I’ve been paroled! I’m a free man! I don’t hafta play your games any more!”

“That’s not why we’re here and you know it!” Tammy shouted. “Where’s my money?”

“What money?”

“The three hundred and sixty five dollars I kept in the box in my room!”

“Are you saying it’s missing?”

“You know darn well it’s missing! You’re the one who took it!”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because we’re the only four who knew about it and my friends were with me all day! I can’t think of anyone else who would break into my house and just take that!”

“Was your house broken into?”

“I’ve seen you break into a cabin. You know how to jimmy the door.”

“Yeah, your doors are pretty cruddy. Are you sure your money is all that was taken?”

Tammy paused. “I didn’t take inventory. What else did you steal?”

“Hey, I didn’t take the money or anything else!”

“So I’m supposed to believe that the one day you know I was coming home late, the money only the four of us knew about disappeared and you were the only one who wasn’t with us when it happened but it wasn’t you?”

“Believe what you want but I haven’t been in your house since I moved back here!”

“I don’t believe it!”

“Okay, then think about this: if I pulled that wad of bills out right now and waved it in your face, there’s nothing you can do about it. Can you tell your dad? I don’t think you’d want him to know where you got it.”

Tammy was silent, realizing he was correct.

“So I have no reason to lie. I don’t have the money, which is technically mine anyway since I’m the one who worked for it.”

“Twenty five dollars of that was mine from babysitting.”

“So you were ripped off of twenty five dollars. To me that’s no tragedy except that now I’m worried there’s a burglar in the area. Not that we have anything worth stealing.”

“But we’re in serious trouble!”

“Why? You lost money you weren’t supposed to have in the first place.”

“We just bought some stuff because we thought we could pay for it. Now what are we gonna do?”

“Did you buy those Kindles you were talking about?”

“Yeah. We paid for them with the money from the class party because we were planning to replace it with the cash I had.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t have that kind of money. I’d like to go to your house and look around. Maybe I’ll spot something. You should check to see if anything else is missing.”

After a while, Rance and the girls came to the conclusion that nothing else had been taken and no clues had been left behind. Mr. Ryder walked in.

“Rance, are you here to study with the girls?”

“Yeah, we just finished.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Tammy, can I speak with you for a minute?”

They walked into the kitchen. Mr. Ryder reached into his pocket and withdrew a wad of cash. Tammy’s heart raced as she recognized the missing money.

“I was putting a book back in your room when I accidentally knocked over that box on your desk and this fell out. Where did you get all this money?”

“Well...” Tammy began, her mind racing for an acceptable explanation.

“Sir, I couldn’t help overhearing. If I may?”

“Go ahead, Rance.”

“The girls didn’t want anyone to know - especially me - but I found out they took up a collection at school to help us out so my mom can cut back on her hours.”

“Is that true, Tammy?”

“Yes,” she replied, with obvious relief, flashing Rance a look of gratitude.

“I’m so proud of you. I guess this belongs to you.”

He handed Rance the money. The boy said good night and left.

“Do you have the money?” Tammy asked him the next morning.

“I don’t want to walk around with it. What if it gets lost? I hid it at home.”

“I hafta give it to LaDonna for the food.”

“Come on by after school.”

After talking it over with her friends, Tammy decided it was best if she went alone. Marching over with her friends would only remind him of what they had done to him and he might change his mind about handing it over. They parted ways at Helen’s house. Rance and Tammy continued alone to the Boyd home.

Tammy had never been inside before. It was badly in need of paint. She entered into one small room which served as living room/dining room off a tiny kitchen. Rance went to a room in back and returned holding the bills.

“So let’s have it,” she said.

“Not so fast! Only twenty five bucks of it is yours. The rest is mine.”

“Come on, Rance, don’t be like that! This is the class money for the party!”

“No, you spent that on Kindles. This is the money I earned.”

“If we don’t replace it, the party will be ruined and we’ll be in so much trouble! Have a heart!”

“Have a heart? What about yours? You did things to me a hundred times worse than I ever did to you! You promised no one else would know and then you brought in two other girls and half the school! I went from the most feared guy at school to the neighborhood joke! Give me one reason why I should bail you out!”

Tammy was silent for a moment. “You’re right. We took it too far. I’m sorry.”

“Like that makes up for it?”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“Make up for it.”

“How?”

“I won’t give you the money back but I’ll let you earn it.”

A rock settled in Tammy’s stomach as she grasped his meaning. “How?” she whispered.

Rance peeled a bill off the wad.

“For five dollars, take off your shirt.”

“I won’t do it!”

“Fine. You explain why you spent the party money and where the bills in your house came from. I’ll tell all your dads about the things you made me do.”

Tammy stood there in shock. Her father had been pestering her for the longest time to help him with the work on the premises, particularly during her vacation. She had put him off by claiming she was busy with homework a whole year and entitled to relax in the summer. If he learned the real reason she had hidden Rance and the things she had made him do, she would be spending every spare moment and the entire summer working. There was no question he would confiscate her Kindle and make her pay for the holiday party out of her savings. With trembling fingers, she pulled off her shirt. Rance stared at her standing before him in jeans and a tiny white bra. He peeled off another bill.

“This should be a freebie since I’ve already seen it, but I’m feeling generous. For five bucks lose the pants.”

Having done it before, Tammy stepped out of her pants, which also involved removing her sneakers. Somehow she felt more naked standing in her bra and panties than in her shirt and panties as before. Maybe it had to do with the fact that now she wasn’t in charge and she knew more was coming.

“Now the bra for ten bucks.”

Tears of humiliation stung her eyes as she took it off. Now she had a greater understanding of what they had put Rance through. He stared at her little egg-sized breasts. They were just as he imagined them.

“Turn around,” he said.

He stared at the small, rounded behind in the tight white panties. This time there was no hurry. Reaching out, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly lowered them, revealing the top of her crack and then both lovely globes. He bent to push them down to her socks and looked up, seeing the underside of her femininity.

“Turn back around.”

She did so, looking down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. He stared at the juncture between her legs and the dark curls there. He brought his hand up and cupped her. She gasped.

“I didn’t say you could touch!”

“Hey, you guys did more than touch me! Do you want the money or not?”

She was silent, which he took as consent. He resumed touching her everywhere while she stood motionless.

Tammy had never felt such intense humiliation. She couldn’t believe that she was standing in Rance Boyd’s house, naked except for socks, while he prodded every part of her body. Now she finally understood how he had felt, several times a day for a month. The things she and her friends had done to him! Would he ask her to do the same?

“Get down on your hands and knees!”

“Please, Rance, no!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna make you do everything you did to me. For one thing, I’m not inviting two friends over to participate. I won’t make you give horsey rides to other kids at school or carry me on your shoulders. I won’t sit on your belly. And we’re only gonna do this once, not a few times a day for a month. I just want to put you through enough so I can look you in the eye without feeling shame. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“So get down on your hands and knees.”

She almost collapsed when he mounted her. She felt him raise himself and assume some of his own weight.

“Now giddy up!”

When he felt her moving between his legs, he almost exploded. Then she faltered. He lifted some more of his weight off her. The position was uncomfortable. She was also boney. He put his palm on her butt and felt the play of muscles as she crawled. His manhood became an iron bar. Finally he rose. To her shock, he began removing his clothes.

“No!” she said. “We are not having sex!”

“We are not going to do anything more than we already have,” he promised. “We’re just going to do it naked.” He lay on the sofa on his back. “Sit on me.”

At first it felt weird sitting on him naked but after a few minutes, she started to enjoy the feeling. Rance enjoyed it from the outset, the feel of skin on skin and her womanhood revealed in front of him. He sat up and she was straddling him, giving him a naked lap dance. He put his palms under her cheeks and rose, lifting her.

“What are you doing?”

“Time for a shower,” he said.

He carried her to a small bathroom with a cracked sink and mildewed shower stall. He soaped her throughly, rubbing her breasts, behind and between her legs. She didn’t need an order to do the same to him. She brought him to completion. He was unable to do the same for her. She toweled off and used his mother’s blow dryer on her hair. Then she dressed.

“The money,” she reminded him.

“Of course.”

He went to another room and returned with a roll of bills.

“There’s only a hundred dollars here!”

“That’s your share.”

“But we need the whole thing for the party!”

“No, you each need about a hundred dollars. Now you have yours. If Helen and and LaDonna want theirs, tell them to see me.”

Chapter 13

Tammy walked home staring at the ground, feeling more ashamed than she ever thought possible. She couldn’t believe the things she had just done and with Rance Boyd of all people! And it hadn’t solved the problem. They still needed the rest of the money and Rance had made it clear that they would only get it if Helen and LaDonna agreed to participate in the same activity. Helen might but the pastor’s daughter? No way!

“So did he give you the money?” Helen asked the next morning.

“Yes and no,” Tammy replied. “He didn’t give it to me. I had to earn it.”

“Doing what?”

“The same things we did before, only this time I was naked and he called the shots.”

“OMG! And you did it?”

“I didn’t have a choice! If my dad finds out what we did, I’m gonna be working on his crew every Saturday and Sunday and every summer for the rest of my life!”

“What was it like?”

“What do you think? It was the most humiliating experience of my life! But I survived.”

“And you got the money. That’s what counts. Though if it had been me, I don’t think I could have done it.”

“Better think again because it’s gonna be you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Rance only gave me a hundred dollars. He said you’re gonna hafta earn your share.”

“There’s no way I can do that!”

“What are your folks gonna do to you when they find out what we did?”

Helen was silent for a few moments.

“Ground me for the rest of the year. Forbid me from associating with you. Put me on a strict diet. Send me to fat camp for the summer, like they’ve been threatening every year.”

“Is that better or worse than what I did? It’s only an hour. You’ll survive. I did. Remember, if you don’t do it, we all go down.”

“The same goes for LaDonna,” Helen pointed out. “If she doesn’t do it, we still all go down. So I’m not gonna do it unless she does.”

“How about it, LaDonna?” Tammy asked. “Are you with us?”

“You want me to strip in front of Rance? To let him touch me everywhere?”

“You did it to him.”

“If I had known I’d hafta take a turn, I never would have done it.”

“But you did and now one way or the other, you’re gonna pay a price. The only question is which: an hour with Rance or whatever your parents do to you when they find out. And if your parents find out, you’ll be taking us down with you.”

“What will your parents do?” Helen asked.

“For starters, forbid me from associating with you or probably anyone who isn’t part of our church. They’ll make me spend all my free time helping out in the church and I’ll hafta spend the entire summer at bible camp instead of just half.”

“Isn’t an hour with Rance worth getting out of all that?”

“Think about it,” Tammy said. “An hour in hell versus a lifetime in the church.”

LaDonna laughed nervously. “I’m not sure I can do it.”

“Well, you better be sure,” Helen said. “Because if you’re not doing it, I’m not and then all our folks find out.”

“And it means I did it for nothing!” Tammy exclaimed.

“Not for nothing,” Helen reminded her, “you did it for a hundred bucks.”

“Which doesn’t help unless we get the rest. Come on, LaDonna, it was your idea to take the money and go to Staples. You can’t let us get in trouble over it.”

“Okay,” LaDonna said in resignation, “if Helen goes through with it, so will I.”

On the way home from school, Helen walked between her friends like a prisoner being escorted to execution. LaDonna broke off at the corner of her house, leaving Tammy, Helen and Rance to continue. They reached the Ryder home.

“Good luck,” Tammy whispered. “Remember, one hour and it’s all over.”

Helen followed Rance into his house. She stood in the living room like a robot awaiting instructions.

“I’m sure you know the drill,” Rance said. “Take off your shirt.”

She did so, feeling extremely self-conscious in a bra which strained to contain her abundant bosom.

“Now the skirt.”

The second garment hit the floor. Helen looked down. Previously her shirt had covered her top half and concealed the way her belly hung over her waistband.

“Put your hands down.”

She had been using them to cover up. Rance stared. He had always wondered if she padded her bra. Now he would know for certain.

“You can put your hands back up,” he said, “and use them to unhook that bra.”

Blushing profusely, she reached between the cups and opened the snap. She moved her hands away and let the undergarment drop. Rance stared. It was all Helen. He took a step forward and reached out his hands. A moment later they were both filled with the warmest, softest flesh he had ever touched. Helen continued looking at his feet, thoroughly mortified. Then to her added embarrassment, her nipples stiffened.

“It looks like you’re enjoying some of this,” Rance commented. “I guess girls also have a way of showing what turns them on, only it’s harder to tell. Now turn around.”

It was easier for her not to have to look at him, even though she knew what was coming. It was just like in the classroom the day he got expelled only now he took his time and there was nothing she could do about it.

Rance stared for a moment at the generous derriere in the tight white panties. This time there was no hurry. He pinched the back of the waistband between his fingers and slowly tugged down, kneeling as he did so. Her abundant rear was revealed and he had a clear view of the underside of her womanhood. He rubbed and caressed the area.

“Step out of them and turn around.”

Her crotch was nearly bald, with fine blonde curls poking out. He cupped her sex. Then he began removing his clothes.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“This is about being even,” he replied. “I want to be able to look at you in school without remembering the things you did to me. You’ve seen me naked. Now I’ve seen you naked. You’ve done things to me. Now I’m gonna do them to you. After today, we’re even.”

After removing his underwear, he ordered her to get on her hands and knees. Then he mounted her back. Unlike Tammy she held his weight without collapsing. She was warm and firm and soft. He struggled to control his excitement.

“Giddy up.”

Helen could not be more humiliated. Naked, on her hands and knees, she was giving Rance Boyd a horsey ride. She could feel his manhood against her back as she crawled. He was heavy but she was determined to complete the ordeal.

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” he said, breathing heavily. “Lay down on the sofa.”

She lay face down. He bounced on her bare rump.

“Turn over.”

He sat on her belly and sank into its firm softness. He rubbed her bountiful breasts and between her legs. Helen lay there trying to pretend she was having a bad dream. How had it come to this, lying naked while Rance Boyd rode her belly and touched her private places? His penis was inches from her face and she watched in alarm as it grew.

“Are you sure it won’t go off?” she asked.

“After what you girls put me through, it takes a lot more than this. Okay, shower time.”

He soaped her thoroughly and at his request, she did the same to him but the expected conclusion didn’t happen.

“Like I said, it takes a lot more now.”

“Like what?”

“Turn around.”

“Oh no! You are not gonna stick that thing in me!”

“Don’t worry. I promised I wasn’t gonna try anything like that.”

With some trepidation, Helen turned her back on him. He pressed up against her until his manhood was between her legs and she was practically sitting on it.

“Squeeze it gently,” he said.

She relaxed and tightened her legs, squeezing his organ between them. It was actually titillating. She felt it grow and pulse until it exploded. Looking down as it occurred, it almost appeared as if it was hers. Rance slumped to the shower floor with his hands on her waist, pulling her down with him. She ended up sitting in his lower belly and deflated penis. It fueled her own excitement.

“I’m done,” he gasped.

“Well, I’m not. Do you mind if I continue?”

“Knock yourself out.”

She turned to face him and straddled his lap. Then she bounced on his belly and rubbed herself against him until waves of ecstacy overwhelmed her.

“So tell the truth. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be,” Rance said.

“It was the most humiliating experience of my life but at the end, it wasn’t so bad,” Helen admitted.

“Be sure to tell LaDonna.”

He handed her a hundred dollars as she left.

“So how was it?” LaDonna asked the next morning.

“How do you think? It started out as the most humiliating experience of my life. It helped to close my eyes and pretend I was having one of those nightmares where I’m naked. But after a while, it wasn’t so bad. After Rance got what he wanted, he let me do what I wanted.”

“Hear that, LaDonna?” Tammy said. “You’ll survive it and you’ll even have some fun. It’s just one hour. You can do it.”

The next afternoon it was LaDonna who marched between Rance and Tammy until they passed the Ryder home where Tammy broke off. The pair continued to the Boyd house.

“Take off your shirt.”

LaDonna reached for her buttons with trembling hands. Then she lowered them.

“I can’t.”

“Okay, let’s start with something you’ve done before. Drop the skirt.”

This she was able to do but even standing in front of him in shirt and panties, she couldn’t go further.

“Allow me to help.”

She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers fumbling over her buttons. Eventually he got her shirt open and peeled it over her shoulders. He stared at the pastor’s daughter standing before him in white bra and panties. After all the intimate time spent together, he was no longer bothered by her dark skin, despite the prejudices his father had tried to pass on to him. Of the three girls, she was the prettiest. Unlike Tammy, her body was not that of an eleven year old and unlike Helen, she didn’t carry an ounce of fat. She was slender, with perfect curves in all the right places.

“What would your father say if he could see you now?”

“He’d kill me!” she gasped.

“What was it you said before? In for a penny, in for a pound? Will you take that bra off yourself or should I do it?”

“I will.”

She reached up with trembling hands and undid the snaps. The garment fell to the floor, revealing apple-sized breasts each topped by a chocolate chip. They fit his palms exactly and were the perfect blend of soft and firm. He ran his hands down her sides and slid his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he lowered them to the floor, bending down as he did so. Her belly button was reveled, then a few dark, curly hairs and finally her slit in its furry nest. From his kneeling position, he gazed at it from only inches away. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. But there was still one thing he hadn’t seen.

“Turn around.”

LaDonna cringed as she dropped her bra. Her humiliation was acute but she knew it was about to get worse. Rance cupped her breasts. Then he slid her panties down. The pastor’s daughter - who wrapped a towel around herself when she changed in the girl’s locker room - now stood naked in front of a boy. And worse was yet to come. She turned around at his command.

Her behind was a work of art, not boyish like Tammy’s or generous like Helen’s but round and firm like two dark soccer balls. This was his fantasy come to life. She stood before him like a slave at an auction. Immediately, a pang of guilt went through him. He no longer thought of her that way. He almost felt like apologizing. But first he had to make things even.

He rubbed the magnificent butt and fingered the fur between her legs. He made her get down on all fours and rode her but only briefly. Then he lay on his back on the couch and had her sit on him. The feel of her bare skin against his and the view he was given was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced.

At his request, they entered the shower together and explored each other’s body with their hands. He stood behind her cupping her breasts. Then he put his hands on her waist and lifted her, lowering her to sit on his iron bar, which exploded on contact.

“Are we done?” she asked.

“I am,” he gasped. “If you wanna continue, be my guest.”

“I just wanna get outta here. Pay me so I can go.”

They toweled off and got dressed. He went to his room and returned with cash.

“There’s only fifty dollars here! You owe me over a hundred!”

“I don’t owe you a thing! You didn’t earn any of this money and I never did anything to you like you did to me! At least Tammy and Helen had an excuse!”

“I know and I’m sorry! I didn’t come over the first time to do anything to you. I only wanted to help. But then I heard you say how you stripped for them and gave them rides and I just couldn’t say no. I’m sorry about that.”

“And I’m sorry for the nasty things I used to say to you. I won’t do that again. So now we’re even.”

“You still owe us about eighty five dollars.”

“Again, I don’t owe any of you anything! This was money I earned! But I’m willing to help you out of a jam in order to make us all even.”

“And didn’t you just do that?”

“Hardly. But that’s something we should all discuss together.”

The next afternoon, the four continued alone to the entrance of the Ryder campground.

“Why don’t you feel we’re even?” Tammy demanded.

“Because I was stripped and groped and ridden by three girls. To be even, I should invite two other boys to join us. I’ll let you choose who they should be.”

The three girls’ hearts all skipped a beat.

“You can’t be serious!” Tammy shouted. “We can’t risk anyone else finding out!”

“So choose carefully.”

“No way! It’s not gonna happen!”

“Then you better figure out where you’re gonna get the rest of the money.”

“Please, Rance!” Tammy begged, tears filling her eyes. “We’re sorry! We shouldn’t have taken it that far!”

“You’re crying now so I’m supposed to feel sorry for you? When I cried to you and showed you my bruises, you didn’t feel sorry for me!”

“Yes, I did! That’s why I took care of you instead of calling the cops! If not for us, you’d be in some hell hole right now!”

“You’re right and I’m very thankful. But it wasn’t like you didn’t make me pay a high price. And I deserved some of it but not all of it. So I wanted you to see what it feels like when someone has a serious problem and someone else takes advantage. No, we won’t be inviting anyone else to join us. It’s just gonna be me and the three of you for one last time.”

“And what do you want us to do?”

“The same thing we’ve already done only I’ll be calling the shots.”

“So when do we do this?”

“I know LaDonna can’t do Sunday so how about Saturday afternoon?”

The girls agreed to the time.

“Since your dad will be away, is it okay if we meet at your place?” he asked Tammy. “Mine’s a little small.”

And a little dirty, Tammy thought as she nodded.

“Okay, it’s a date,” Rance said. “After this, we’re finally even.”

Chapter 14

“So what now?” Tammy asked when the four of them were gathered in her bedroom Saturday afternoon.

For a moment, Rance couldn’t speak. Here he was, back at the scene of the crime, the place where he had been subjected to the ultimate humiliation at their hands. Only now he was in control.

“First, lose the clothes,” he demanded.

This time there was little hesitation, maybe because they had done it before and were expecting it or perhaps because it was easier as a group. Soon three naked girls stood before their male classmate and former victim, blushing profusely. Actually, only two of them were visibly flushed; with LaDonna it was impossible to tell. Rance approached and examined them closely, comparing their assets.

Tammy appeared to have the body of an eleven-year-old until her clothes came off, revealing her tiny buds and the wispy curls between her legs. Helen had the generous proportions of a Rubens figure with golden curls both above and below. Rance clearly recalled the feel of her abundant breasts against his palms. Then he reached out and it was no longer just a memory. LaDonna was perfect, from her flawless features to her apple-sized breasts, flat belly and dark curls. For several minutes, Rance used his eyes and hands to catalog their differences.

“Now out in the hall for the races!” he ordered.

Three shamefaced girls stepped out into the hall, acutely aware that this time he was fully clothed while they were naked.

“What are races without prizes?” he asked rhetorically. “Tammy, let’s start with you, since it’ll probably be over quickly. I’ll give you a dollar for every foot you can carry me down the hall.”

“Are you kidding?” she screeched. “I can’t do that!”

“You made me carry you up and down this hall at least a hundred times. I had to carry you all the way to school and Helen, too. Now it’s your turn. The sooner you get started, the faster this will be over.”

Cringing, Tammy crouched down. Rance mounted her. Grunting and gasping, she managed to carry him a short distance before collapsing.

“Very good,” he said, rising. “You’ve earned eight dollars but I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you ten. LaDonna, your turn.”

She got down on all fours and managed to carry him for about twenty feet. Next it was Helen’s turn. Rance rode her across the hall.

“That was a great warm up,” he said. “Now it’s time for the real races. First, let’s level the playing field.”

To their surprise, he stripped off his clothes.

“Why so shocked?” he asked. “I said the point of this is for us all to be equal. In any case, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. For our first race, Helen will ride me and Tammy will ride LaDonna. First one to the finish line wins ten bucks.”

“Hey! I’m not gay!” Tammy protested.

“Neither am I!” LaDonna exclaimed.

“What does that hafta do with anything?” Rance asked.

“I can’t ride her naked!” Tammy shouted. “No offense, LaDonna, but you don’t turn me on.”

“But watching you do it turns me on,” Rance said. “When you did all that stuff to me, did you care how I felt? Today it’s my turn. Do what I say, or your folks find out about everything.”

Reluctantly, LaDonna crouched. Tammy mounted her. Despite what she had said, the feel of warm, naked flesh against her bare nether regions was exciting. As for Helen, she had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning as her naked male classmate moved beneath her. Not surprisingly, Rance won.

“Now we switch pony and rider,” Rance said.

“But LaDonna weighs more than me,” Tammy protested.

“And I weigh more than Helen, so the teams are fair.”

Now it was LaDonna’s turn to press her naked loins against her classmate’s bare back. She too found the experience titillating. Even Tammy was somewhat turned on by the experience as she struggled to carry the heavier girl. Helen was throughly humiliated to be ridden by the larger boy, his bare rump pressed against her back and his hand splayed across her backside. This round Tammy won by a narrow margin.

Rance continued directing the event until every participant had ridden and been ridden by each of the others. He made them take turns laying across the bench while he sat on them, then lay down and had them sit on him. Despite the embarrassment of their nudity, the sensation of bare flesh against bare skin got them aroused and they began to actively participate. One after another, the girls climaxed. At Rance’s orders, the four of them squeezed into the shower together until he exploded and called the orgy to a close. When they were dressed, he turned over the rest of the money.

“Even though this is money I earned, you can have it. Despite what you did to me, I still remember how you practically saved my life. Now I don’t have to look at the floor when you look at me and feel ashamed at what you made me do. I still feel ashamed at what you made me do with the other kids at school and they’re still gonna laugh at me but maybe I deserved that. What you did to me was over the top. Now we’re even.”

The girls watched him leave with relief. Their ordeal was over.

For the next few weeks, their interaction with him was coolly polite. They continued to tutor him because their parents expected it. He walked them home from school and volunteered to carry their books. He studied seriously and his grades improved. His behavior was impeccable. When others teased him, he ignored them and eventually they stopped. He assisted Tammy’s father and was paid for his efforts, which allowed him to purchase more stylish clothing. Other girls began to flirt with the handsome boy.

“Look at that! She’s all over him!” Tammy exclaimed.

“You sound jealous,” Helen commented.

“Of Rance? She can have him.”

“Then why should you care? Admit it. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not... well, maybe a little.”

“I can’t believe it! You have feelings for Rance Boyd! After what he did to us?”

“What about what we did to him? He’s not the same guy he was a few months ago.”

“Or he’s staying on his best behavior to keep from being arrested again. If he re-offends within a year, the judge’ll throw the book at him.”

“You’re probably right.”

One morning as they walked to school, Stuart approached.

“Rance,” he began nervously, “I know you haven’t done this in a while and you probably don’t need the money, but could I pay you to carry someone to school?” When Rance didn’t respond immediately, he continued, “it’s my sister, Sally. She sprained her ankle badly and has to stay off it for at least a week. We have no way to get her to school. She can’t afford to miss mid-terms and some special projects.”

Sally was a serious student, petite and bespectacled like her brother. A year younger, she was even smaller than Tammy. Extremely shy, she had never spoken to Rance, though they had walked to school in the same group.

“No problem. She can’t weigh much,” Rance said to Tammy’s surprise.

“I’ll pay you five bucks a trip,” Stuart offered.

“Forget that. I owe for what I used to do.”

“So can you be at my house tomorrow morning?”

“Why not right now?”

“You could be late to school.”

“I’ll risk it. I’m sure they’ll consider it a good excuse.”

The boys peeled off from the group and headed for Stuart’s house. Later, the others stared in surprise as Rance entered the school yard carrying a smiling and relieved Sally on his shoulders. He knelt so she could dismount. She thanked him profusely as her brother handed her a pair of crutches. Rance carried her home and both ways for the next week until she could manage on her own.

“You were right,” Helen said to Tammy. “Rance is not the same guy he was a few months ago.”

That night, when Rance prepared to leave a study session in which he had given almost as much as he received, Tammy said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Isn’t that the point of a study session?”

“It’s not about school. It’s about us...what we’ve been through.”

“I thought that was behind us. I did some nasty stuff to you. You got me back ten times over but at the same time, you practically saved my life. Then I got you back, but I took into account what you did for me, so I wasn’t as hard on you as you were on me. So now we’re even, like it never happened.”

“And you’re happy with that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, don’t you think some of what happened wasn’t so bad?”

“I’m sure you had fun when you were calling the shots.”

“And didn’t you have fun when you were calling the shots? And even sometimes when I was?”

“Uh...yeah.”

“So maybe we should do it again.”

“And who gets to call the shots?”

“We can take turns. Just remember I weigh a lot less than you.”

“Now that you’ve helped me with math, I can even calculate by how much.”

“So what are we waiting for? Our bench and private shower await.”

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