Megan Purrs, Kate Begs
Between 3:30 and 5:30 the staff had worked hard, only bothering him occasionally with questions or problems. He was even able to get almost all of his homework done.
Alan stepped out of the office and called home telling his mom where he was. He really wasn't on such a short leash, but his mom was in a fragile state, and he was sure she would appreciate the courtesy. "By the way," Alan added, lying through his teeth, "Mikey Green asked if I wanted to come over tonight to play poker. If you don't need me around I'm going to go." Alan's mom told him not to be silly, almost insisting that he go be with his friends. As he was returning to the office Alan felt a little bad about lying to his mom.
Just as he finished his calculus problem sets Pauline Van Devanter came up to him, and pulled up a chair close. "So, Alan, how's it going? I hope my sister didn't wreck your day."
"No, in fact, just the opposite," he replied cryptically. Pauline moved onto other subjects, mostly concerning reporting assignments for next week's athletic schedule. Alan looked her over. Pauline had the build of an athlete. Trim and petite, she resembled a figure skater or an Olympic gymnast. Alan never knew her to play organized sports, but her older brother Cal was a great athlete, starting tight end on the football team at Truman, and now filing the same role at Dartmouth, indeed, one of the few sophomores to be a starter. Pauline had always idolized Calvin, and she was in many ways much closer to her older brother than she was to her older sister, even though she and Kate were nearer in age. She became interested in sports because Cal was interested in sports, and her life's goal was to be a sports journalist. She hoped to be the next Hannah Storm, and was thrilled when Alan had almost single-handedly installed her as sports page editor. They had been friends since junior high, though Kate had always been trying to get between them.
One of the sports writers called out for her and she went over to him, then made a few changes to his copy, printed his article out and brought it over to Alan. After giving it a cursory glance--he trusted Pauline--she told the writer to transmit it over the network to the layout editor's workstation for insertion. A few other editors came by as well, doing the same dance that Pauline had just performed, i.e. bringing copy for Alan's approval, and then sending it electronically to layout, but none chatted him up as Pauline had. By 5:30 almost everyone was gone. Mr. Bar Levi returned around then and scanned the printouts for content. Finding nothing too controversial, he left Alan and two editors to finish up.
Right after he left, Alan turned to the two, Missy Peters, the managing editor (second-in-command), and Amanda Wallace, the layout editor, and asked them if they could handle the rest of the work without him. He really needed to get home, he explained. They understood, Alan having just lost his grandfather and all, and wished him a good weekend.
He trusted them, especially Missy, a junior, who was slated to succeed him when he graduated. They weren't really friends, but he respected her journalistic judgment and acumen. Amanda, though only a sophomore, was the best layout person he had ever worked with, a maestro with the graphics programs, so he was confident the next edition of the paper would come out fine.
Alan pulled up to his house about an hour before his mom put dinner on the table, and he kept her company as she cooked. She was still a bit subdued, and at dinner Alan's dad attempted to compensate, trying his best to liven up the mood. After dinner Alan rushed to his room to shower and change his clothes for his meet with Megan. He really didn't think of it as a date because they really couldn't go out in public together. He thought about the reaction people would have if they were seen together at the movie theater, or at Starbucks, holding hands, or being affectionate. His friends, he imagined would stare at the two of them goggle-eyed; and her friends and co-workers would probably be horrified, bringing down upon them all sorts of horrors. As he was getting ready he knew he had to be careful. If he dressed too sharply for poker night at Mikey's his parents would become suspicious, but he didn't want to show up at Megan's like a slob. He put on tan pants and a nice shirt, a knit pullover polo-style one, not wanting to lose anymore buttons. The thought made him smile.
It was fairly warm for an early spring evening such as this, and he shed his jacket as he walked to her door, folding it over his arm. He had called ahead while driving over, and she reminded him the door would be unlocked, and he should let himself in discretely. Alan noticed movement in the window of the townhouse next to Megan's; the curtains parted and quickly came back together. As he entered he saw her sitting in the living room, in the overstuffed chair so she could watch the door while waiting for him. Seeing him enter she crossed the foyer, putting her left arm around his waist, and with her right she turned the deadbolt. Alan bent over and kissed her neck, and she purred. They retreated to the living room, walking hand-in-hand, and sat beside each other on the couch, her body draped on his. Megan asked about his day, and Alan related the difficulties at the paper. Since she knew most of the people involved she often interrupted him, offering unvarnished opinions about the players.
"Megan, just when I came in, the person in the house next door, the one on the left, was watching me. Do you think we should be worried?" Megan had an embarrassed look on her face and said nothing. Alan could feel the buzzing in his head again, and was slightly startled realized that he could hear her thoughts.
"Damn," she thought, "I never should have told her about Alan. She'll never tell, I hope, but I don't want to freak out Alan." Alan was flabbergasted about Megan's loose talk. He hadn't breathed a word to anyone about Megan, and with her position he figure she would be just as tactful. "I, uh, I don't think we should worry Alan. That's just my neighbor Leila, and she wouldn't say anything. We're friends." Alan probed her thoughts, finding out all he could about this Leila, and what about him Megan had told her. Convinced that Megan trusted Leila, Alan relaxed a bit, not that he was so tense to begin with.
The doorbell rang, and Megan, full of trepidation looked through the peephole. "It's Leila," she whispered to Alan. "Let her in," he replied, surprising her. "You sure?" she asked back, and Alan nodded.
Up on "The Hill" Kate Van Devanter was awakening. ("The Hill" was the nickname for the section of town where the rich lived.) She realized that Pauline had come into her room and was sitting at the edge of her bed, and that's what caused her to wake.
"So," Pauline said softly, "Are you feeling better?" Kate stretched out and nodded. "What happened this morning. You seemed OK, but mom picked you up during second period." Pauline had a genuine look of concern on her face. She might have thought Kate could be a little bit of a bitch sometimes, especially to Alan Marshall, but they were still sisters, and Pauline cared about her.
"What did happen to me this morning?" Kate thought to herself. For some reason she had followed Alan to the newspaper office, spitting insults all along the way, and then she had practically torn off his clothes, sucked his penis into her mouth, mounted him, and then let him fuck her in her virgin ass. And despite the horror of it all she had had the most intense orgasms of her life, even when he took her ass. Even now, almost half a day later she couldn't make heads or tails of how it had happened. The only thing she really did know was that her body, her pleasure, now belonged to that jerk Alan Marshall. She was his slut, and he could do with her as he pleased. She would crawl across broken glass to feel that pleasure again. She would submit to his every whim just for the small chance to come like again.
She answered her sister in an exceedingly soft voice; Pauline strained to hear her. "All of a sudden I felt faint. I almost passed out. Uh, I was cramping and went to the nurse, and she put me in a cot and called mom. She brought me home, and I've been sleeping since this morning." Pauline bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. A few minutes later her dad came in, and also asked what had happened, receiving the same story.
