"Which is that you have to stop treating me like a fucking piece of furniture at school. When I say 'hi', you say 'hi' back, you know, just like I was a person."

She sniffed derisively, but did not argue.

"Second, my friends can find their own pussy. Third, rubbers will not be acceptable for either of us, believe me, so you go on the pill or continue to take me in your mouth. Lastly, 'strange' is in the eye of the beholder, but I'm not a kinky person. You will continue to do what I say, however."

"Pulling out and coming in my mouth is not foolproof."

"Then get the pill."

"OK. But I don't take it… in the ass."

"We'll see. What about Randy?"

"He's a hood ornament. I don't need him."

"What about Bill Arnold?"

She looked at me, and for a moment I pitied her. "He's my only coke connection. What can I do?"

"You're off coke, that's what. Look what it made you do… Besides, I'm gonna be taking up your free time with other pursuits."

She stood at the sink again, the light coming through the curtains now coming from a floodlight outside, and I flashed back to when she was standing there naked, my come on her chin and her come on her thighs.

Incredibly, I began to get hard again. Ah, 16.

"Okay," she finally said. "It's a deal."

She turned back to face me, and saw that I had drawn my cock from my pants and watched it standing erect. A clear lust appreared in her eyes.

"God, again?" she said, and smiled slightly despite herself.

"You have a noticeable effect on me when you stand at that window.

Let's see how your cocksucking technique is coming along."

One of the highlights of my life was when Ann Macafee, queen goddess of the school, unparalleled beauty, without hesitation and with the ease and obediance that comes from repeating a familiar duty, gracefully knelt down before me to take my cock into her pretty mouth.