Allison - a Spaning Story

This story takes place in the Perfect Beginning Universe. It makes brief mention of Michele's work.

For me, first time is always the most exciting. Compounding the excitement is the anxiety when at least one character realizes that they are not the person they thought they were.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Pete comes to realize that as he falls under Allison's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this story.

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The following is an outline of how this society operates. The Perfect Beginning provides a slightly more comprehensive description of the universe.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Some young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

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Allison

She was very pretty, and he'd become a little obsessed with her. Perhaps not sexy as she was too young for that. She was perfectly pretty.

Yet out of reach.

And though 5' 9", she was all lanky and certainly not the bikini model he usually lusted after.

Except that ass. Oh my god!

They had roughly the same path home from school. While he was in over-school and she was an underschooler, the schools were one block away from one another. On the days he headed straight home, he got to admire her.

Pete had been experimenting sexually for quite a while. At some point in his early 150s, his blockers began to fail. Sometimes that was how it was phrased, but they did not really fail. Simply put, they could no longer sublimate his libido the way they had and the way they did for the remaining 99.5 %, of the population.

He thanked his lucky stars that more and more overschoolers were secretly dropping their blockers and experimenting in secret.

Pete remained on his blockers as it was commonly understood that those few who outgrew them, were considered sexually supercharged. Some referred to those in his company as hypersexuals, but it was for the first time being considered by some to be an inappropriate reference as it was sometimes used in a judgmental or derisive way. Many viewed hypersexuals as being obsessed and lacking self control and appropriate executive function.

That was not Peter. He was not in denial, he required frequent sexual relief, yet he lived a highly functional day to day. He simply masturbated a lot, usually 6 or 7 times per day. It was a simple effort to manage his thoughts, feelings and impulses such that he remained otherwise functional. He could not even imagine how often he'd need to get off if he dropped his blockers. While he remained highly disciplined with his masturbation habits, he was disciplined in little else. He was good in sports and while he got to school on time on most days, his grades were mediocre. Pete was highly competitive and loved physical challenge and contest.

Masturbation was a quick fix used to get back on track. It was easy to imagine any one of a number of pretty classmates sucking his cock. It was a lovely image that did the trick every time. A couple minutes later and he was all good.

A number of his classmates had sucked him off over the years and for this, he was satisfied and pleased with himself. And he was grateful to be a guy. Girls liked sucking cock and he liked his cock being sucked so it seemed perfect.

Being a guy is so much better.

This thought ran through his mind almost daily. He did not think of his world as sexist. Greater Porsche and the rest of the world, as he understood it was basically the same. Men called the shots. All of them.

How is that sexist if almost everybody wants it that way? So stupid!

Some, mostly women, were beginning to question the status quo of the hierarchical social structure. After the publication of the Lanza/Lucas books, there seemed to be a second wave of feminists emerging.

Why would Pete question any of it when it worked so well for him? Why find fault with perfection? It was not like he was ungrateful as he knew he was in the best place for him.

Being a guy is so much better.

And it was not like girls didn't like it this way. Girls loved looking up to a guy, especially when the guy gave her a little attention and made her feel special. Girls loved sucking cock and as far as he was concerned it was a perfect way to enjoy himself and to give her what she needed to feel special. The set up worked for everybody.

He had no reason to think otherwise.

It did not hurt that he was good looking. Pete was a bit of a badass too and this, he was sure, attracted the ladies. He was respected and got the girls he wanted.

The 200 year old sex rule was a pain in the ass. In his mind, it was an antiquated expectation that left him wanting more. Very few girls, even those off their blockers would have intercourse and he very much looked forward to that. He knew that when he hit 200, he'd go out and fuck every girl he saw!

Line 'em up!

That notion always put a smile on his face and a skip in his step. As was often said: while the day is long, the day will come.

Until then, he'd take care of it himself and enjoy the occasional blow job. He kept an eye out for the next eager girl.

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He did not know what it was about this particular girl, but he'd become fixated on her. He'd spied her from afar and took notice. Over time, he realized there was just something about her that made her different. Certainly she was pretty. Yet he'd gotten with plenty of very pretty girls. Something about the way she held herself made her radiant.

He realized that for reasons he could not explain, he liked how prim, proper and conservative she looked. These were not at all sexy descriptors but oddly, he found enticement in this, at least on this girl.

Almost looks prissy.

His attraction was so great, it made him a little nervous at the idea of even speaking to her. And she was way too young anyway so it was out of his hands. Her colors indicated she was a 120-something year old.

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"Allison. Her name's Allison Spencer, but dude, she's too young."

"I'm not blind and it's not like I'm going to do anything," he responded defensively.

Pete could not miss her bracelets and clothes. It's not like he did not know she went to the under-school. Often he engaged in some small talk with someone after school just waiting for her to walk by.

"Yeah, okay, whatever," responded Kyle. "It's just that when you start off telling me how hot she is..." Young folks were ever vigilant about crossing this particular line and worked to remind one another to stay away.

For many it really was not difficult because most overschoolers stayed on their blockers.

"I didn't mean it like that. She's just pretty and I'm just appreciating. Totally cool."

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He'd used the word "hot," but that was a careless utterance. She was not hot. She was tall and thin. She had the longest, skinniest, coltish legs and her boobs were As. Her butt was definitely asking for it, of that there was no question. Especially because she was so long and lean, her fantastically proportioned ass served to draw admiration from many.

But she was not hot as there was not a single aspect of her appearance that spoke of sexuality. Nothing.

Okay, her ass but otherwise...

She looked like one of those skinny fashion models even if she did dress like a school-girl. He was shocked to discover that her clothes fascinated him. Certainly she was young, but she almost seemed to be dressing young on purpose.

Who does that?

And so fucking conservative.

It might bug him but a blow job went a long way to make things right.

Theirs was a world that, if anything, glorified age. In a society in which people looked more or less as they did the day they turned 18 years old for the vast majority of their 2,000 year life span, youth had no advantage at all. Nobody wanted to look younger than they were.

There was no doubt that her clothing looked a bit younger than her peers. She seemed to dress little-girl preppy.

And preppy bugged him. Pete was a bit of a rebel so most things striving for clean conformity repelled him.

The way she wore her hair and her clothes said a lot about her. Yet there was more to it that made his attraction to her so puzzling to him. She looked as though she was from a different era, back in the days of beehive hairdos and station wagons. The long neck and the perfect posture made her look so proud of herself.

She looked like a good girl. She looked like she was at the top of her class and like a rule follower. She gave off a certain self satisfied, prissy, little Ms. goodie-two-shoes vibe.

Her posture was perfect, head always high and shoulders back. She looked, he imagined, as though she were pleased with herself.

His attraction to her was odd. He could get girls. Hell, he'd even gotten girls who were still on their blockers.

She was the girl from afar.

The girl from afar was a girl whom one could ascribe any attribute. From Peter's point of view, she was not just out of reach because of her age, she was out of reach because he constructed a fantasy around her in which she was too conservative for him, too "together" for him, and too smart for him. She'd make the perfect future wife for a senator or brain surgeon. In short, he was intimidated by the idea of approaching her because in his mind, she was too good for him.

Some of this had nothing to do with her. How could she not be better than him when he dreamed of this pretty underschool girl sucking his dick? What he wanted was wrong. He did not think he'd get her (she was too much of a goodie two-shoes,) but if he did, no one would ever know, so great would be the shame associated with getting with someone so young.

He began to think of her as Little Ms. Goodie Two-Shoes.

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He was walking up on her from behind. Just as he was about to walk abreast, "Hi."

Allison looked over at him and gave him a gentle smile. "Hi."

A brief and simple half smile greatly affected him. He was very eager to see that again.

*

He waited and right on time, Allison came along.

And so it began. They began walking home together almost daily.

*

Of course she was very well mannered. She came off true to his expectation, conservative in manner but friendly. She was composed too and though he was older and projected as a little bit of a bad boy, she seemed not at all intimidated by him.

Neither was she overly impressed by him. At first, he thought she did not get his jokes. It occurred to him that she might not care much for them.

This was off putting to Peter as he was accustomed to girls humoring him in a way that made him feel charming or special or like "the man." Sometimes she smiled at his witticism and he sensed she was smiling down at him.

Her reaction threw him off. It bothered him greatly that he could view a girl so young as being more mature than him. So he didn't. He decided that while she was nice, and not at all a bitch, she did have a little stick up her ass.

The thing that made it so crazy was that with each passing day, he was more into her.

I'm not into her. No. Not. Kinda. A little but not really.

He began crushing. He still wanted that bj, but now he was imagining walking home from school with her every day, carrying her backpack and holding hands. He imagined her smiling approval.

His feelings and thoughts seemed to be at cross purposes. On the one hand, he still wanted to score the blow job. Unexpectedly, he entertained a counter fantasy with her as his girlfriend. She was too young. Seperately, she was all wrong. She was not his kind of girl. If he had a girlfriend, she would never be so conservative and she'd get his sense of humor. Then he'd careen all the way to the ultimate fantasy that he would hold up for just the briefest moment which was to talk her off her blockers.

Talking a girl off her blockers was the ultimate conquest fantasy held by so many boys who'd either dropped theirs or in the rare case, outgrew them. Pete had never done such a thing and never really wanted to. He imagined it might be hard to talk a girl off her blockers, do a bunch of sex stuff and then not to commit to a relationship. Girls were so needy and it put him off a bit. Every girl who'd ever sucked his dick wanted to be his girlfriend afterward.

He told himself it was the blowjob. The bj was what made him think about here the way he did.

Stay focused.

If he could get just one blowjob, it would all be good.

And it would make him feel better about her prissy attitude. He told himself that it was her prissiness that was just ever so off putting about the girl. With Pete's dick in her mouth, it would restore a sense of balance. All would be as it should be with her sucking his cock.

And it would look good too. My dick. Her mouth. All good.

That was a calming, happy thought. The thought of her perfect face wrapped around his hard cock made him feel like himself again.

Certainly he did not want to recognize that he felt off balance because of her. Introspection was a dangerous thing. He had no idea that she inspired within him a bit of the insecure neediness he so disliked about girls. Looking squarely at that reality was not available to him.

And then he'd see her.

When he was with her, he mostly focused on his attraction. Mostly. The disquiet was still there, but it was secondary. The quest for the beloved blow job was the primary focus and ultimate outcome.

And then he go back to liking her.

I do like her, but not in that way.

Yes, actually in that exact way. He had romantic fantasies about her that he worked to sublimate. For a hypersexual, it was not hard to give in to base, sexual desire.

After getting to know her, he was no less captivated by her. While she loved to dress little-girl preppy, she seemed so composed and mature. Usually she wore her thick, lush and wavy chestnut hair in a pony-tail which seemed to accentuated her long neck and perfect, delicate facial features. Her mouth sloped down at the corners which gave her a look of mild but serious displeasure, until she smiled. For him, her smile along with her big, green eyes, mesmerized.

Every time she smiled, he fell a little more in love with her.

She was no longer expected to wear the classic "school-girl" outfit, or uniform of marry-janes, bobby socks, pleated skirt, crisp white, short sleeve blouse and plaid sweater, but she told him she just enjoyed it. On occasion, she still wore pigtails. Yet even still, she projected such a mature and confident baring.

The more time he spent with her, the more charmed he was. But that was the thing, she was not really charming.

He'd never experienced warm indifference before from a girl he was attracted to and had no idea he was experiencing an emotional reaction. He'd been on the other end of the dynamic many times. He'd had many girls who had wanted to be his girlfriend. Especially after having sucked his cock, they wanted to be with him. They were so needy. The more they showed their interest, the less interesting they became to him. Since he'd never been on this side of it, he had no idea he was trading places.

And she really did seem to be humoring him which caused him to question the outlook on his situation. He was used to girls and even 200 somethings responding to him in a certain way, one that recognized he was a young man. Perhaps an up and comer, but still a man.

And I'm good looking.

Every woman he'd ever spent time with him honored the social dynamic. Allison almost seemed confused to him. Why didn't she get it?

When he sought to charm her and said something deserving of laughter, (and he just knew he was pretty funny,) Allison almost seemed to be looking down her nose at him. She sure was not laughing.

It wasn't supposed to go this way.

He'd say something witty and she'd (whomever happened to be the target of his sexual passion,) would giggle her pleasure and with a big smile say something like, "You're so funny." Then she'd drop her chin in an adorable sexy way and it always made him feel good. It always went that way. That's how it was supposed to go.

He'd never really analyzed any of this dynamic and even still, was not able to clearly and objectively contrast just how that was so different from being with Allison. He had no idea that gift of her charmed response was his validation. He had no idea how much that mattered to him. He thought he was giving the girl what she needed with no idea how much he relied on her response to feel good about himself.

This was a big part of what gave him his confidence with girls. He had no idea how much he needed from her, the girl. Even still, he had no idea that he needed this response, as well as so many other like responses in order to feel his sense of manly bonafides.

Without question, he just knew it was supposed to be that way. It was so fun to work the girl because in the end, he'd feel good about himself and she'd be sucking his cock.

It's so much better to be a guy.

Allison's response was disorienting. It was off-putting. It got under his skin a little. Sometimes she'd say something like, "Oh, that's funny," yet it was said ironically. When she said it, he could just make out a barely there, sour smile. Tone and expression made clear that she was patently unimpressed. Worse still was the idea that she was perhaps looking down at him.

He had no idea that he was so compelled by her reaction. The stab to his ego was obvious to him but he did not understand what was really playing out. What he lost sight of, what he would be supremely confused by had he ever caught sight of, was that her reactions made him all the more eager to get her approval.

Certainly Allison knew. It pleased her greatly.