Tomboy Sue
I've always adored tomboys. There is something about them that excites me. I love the look, the easy smiles, the energy, and the joy of life that surrounds them.
This is a stand-alone story at around 29K words. There will not be more of this. Frankly, writing this story drained me emotionally. It's a horrible premise. A horrible sequence of events. And all the more horrible because it likely happens all the time.
If you've enjoyed my style of writing and how I portray sexual encounters and what consenting adults can do, then you might be disappointed here
. This is not an erotic story
, although there are some mild scenes, and I know posting it on Literotica makes little sense, but I like it here and the freedom to express myself. Please bear with me.
And please enjoy.
Love,
Lana Ocean (Estcher)
P.S.: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All my fictional characters engage in sexual acts and are aged eighteen and over.
P.P.S. As always, I welcome CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
Prologue
Sue was a tomboy through and through. She knew she was and embraced it with her whole heart and being. For her, it started at the early age of five, when she could finally start expressing herself. She looked around at her world and quickly decided what interested her and what didn't.
Her mother was the perfect housewife and mother. She stayed at home and raised her and her two older brothers. Her mother often said she had always wanted a girl and finally having one-her last child-was a blessing to her.
Her dad was a lieutenant in the police force. Her earliest memories of her dad were seeing him looming over her, dressed in his uniform. He would take his cap off and place it on her head and then reach down and swoop her up in the air, with her giggling like mad. His smile would be bright and wide, and he would swing her around and then hug her tight. She used to try to squeeze him harder and harder, and he would fake being crushed by her little hugs.
She also realised at a very early age that she didn't want to be like her mother. To Sue, her mother led a boring life. It wasn't until years later that she appreciated the true strength of her mother, raising two boys, a large male dog, and a husband who was always on the beat. But growing up, to Sue, her mother appeared weaker. Not as smart as her father. Not as physically capable as her father. And she didn't do fun stuff like her father did. She did boring things like shop.
Growing up in a house full of boys, she felt being a boy represented freedom and being unencumbered. She watched them roll around, scrape their knees, and be as dirty as they wanted. To Sue, it represented joy. Her mother wanted her to have nothing to do with it. Her father, on the other hand, would give her secret smiles, and she knew in her heart that her father loved her for being her and the way she was. He never treated her like a girl, but more like one of her brothers. When they went fishing, she went too. When they went to watch motor cross, she went too.
When mom tried to send her to ballet lessons and gymnastics, she rebelled and they would find her out in the woods, hiding up a tree. She would disappear on her bike, and they all knew she had a fishing rod and would be back when the sun went down. She would come home with a few fish, and then gut, and scale them, wiping her brow, and getting fish blood on it, and then do up a fish fry. Just like dad always did.
All she knew was she didn't want to be a girl, or more specifically, she didn't want to do what girls were expected to do. She wanted none of that. Instead, she hung out with her brothers, who never seemed to mind her constant presence. She read MAD magazines and comic books with them. Played video games and beat them. Wrestled with them until her time came and her mom, for once, put a strong stop to wrestling with her brothers. When she was looking, at least. Sue could still get her oldest brother in a mean head lock and get him to admit he wanted to kiss boys before she would let him go.
In school, she only hung with the boys. They simply understood her better than the girls did. She knew more about sports, cars, trucks, military stuff, games, Dungeons and Dragons, and what superhero could beat what superhero and why she was always right about it. Deep inside, she hated how girls talked to one another and what they talked about. It never interested her, and she hated the petty and mean nature of young girls. Boys, on the other hand, were free, fun, and did way cooler stuff.
Middle School and High School were a blast for her. She played sports but mostly pickup games where she could freely join the boys. She threw a mean baseball and with none of that girly way of throwing. She could throw a strike better than most boys and could toss a ball from deep centre field to the pitcher's mound in one easy throw.
She won her first fist fight at age eight and gave a powerful bully a bloody nose. She was suspended from school for a week. Her mom had been horrified. Her dad, once she explained what had happened (which her mom had never asked), had nodded and ruffled her hair and told her he was proud of her. She could close her eyes to this day and remember that talk with her dad. He explained why it's important to stand up to bullies and defend other people. But to be more careful next time. She loved him an impossible amount after that day and solidified her disdain for how women acted. Dad got it. Even her brothers got it and privately told her just how much they admired her that day.
Mom had tried to make her feel horrible about it. But she wouldn't listen when Sue tried to explain just how horrible this bully had been to everyone. Finally, Sue had given up trying to please her mom, and they grew distant over the years. Her mom had wanted a girly-girl daughter, and realised Sue was never going to be that person. Sue knew it upset her mother, but she couldn't change who she was.
Sue was often frustrated growing up. She just understood men and boys so much better. Women seemed so foreign to her. And weak. And timid. And they fought with each other over stupid things like boys and who said what to who. She saw being a woman as being an injustice. She saw the boys' club and had decided she wanted in that club and forced her way in.
Sue happily remained a tomboy and never really stopped being one. Her childhood had been a wonder to her. Full of open skies, running creeks full of fish, tree forts, fixing cars with dad, and beating up her stupid brothers when they deserved it.
She started the local college at eighteen. She had her own car she had fixed up from a scrapyard car with help from her oldest brother Mike, who was twenty-four and still at home, and her brother Jim, who was only a year older than her. She had opted to remain local at the community college rather than leave home. Truth was, she loved her rural hometown and the wide expanses surrounding it. She could never leave.
She knew one day she was going to become a police officer like her dad. It was her lifelong dream. And she wanted to be a police officer in her hometown.
Chapter One - Introductions
Sue banged open the backdoor to the house after tossing her bike up against the house siding.
"Mom? I'm home!" she cried out as she stepped through the door into the kitchen. The spring on the backdoor slammed it shut behind her.
"Sue, how many times have I told you not to bang the back door! It's going to come off its hinges again!"
"I'll fix it if it does!"
Her mom was shouting back from somewhere deeper in the house. "That's not the point! Close it gently!"
Sue shook her head and grinned and went to the fridge. She was thirsty after the bike ride home from college. It was only ten miles away, and she kept trying to improve her timing. Today she had knocked almost thirty seconds off her best time. Entry into the police academy required her to be fit, and she worked hard at it.
She looked around the fridge and spied the large plastic orange juice container. She grabbed it with an imagined mental chime of success sounding in her head and twisted the top off. She pressed the top to her mouth and leaned back to chug the juicy deliciousness of it past her dusty throat and mouth. She heard Mario coins in her head.
"Susan Elizabeth Chandler! Stop that right this instant!"
Sue turned slowly, still with the juice container raised high and draining into her mouth, and peered sideways at her mother. Her mom was standing there looking aghast, with her hands on her hips. She wore a house dress, as she called it. One of the simple dresses she made herself and wore constantly around the house, complete with an apron around her waist. Her mom looked like a mom. Complete with a bra that made her breasts look like cones or something. It was the 21
st
century and her mom was stuck in the fifties.
