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Thomas Flynn dropped his backpack and looked around as he walked into the third floor walkup. The sleeves of his flannel shirt were rolled halfway up his forearms and its tail draped over the seat of his jeans. ?So this is your grandma?s place?? He heard a scuffle behind him and turned in time to catch a flying teenage girl in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she struggled to shed her blouse. A moist, warm mouth pressed against seventeen year old lips. He ran one hand through hair that felt like soft yarn and smelled like raspberry sherbet. The other cupped her butt. ?Mmmmmm? yeah, she?s working the late shift,? she murmured into his mouth. ?God, we can finally be alone for a few hours.? Leisha Francis hooked her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly, feeling the heat of his body through the soft cotton. He smelled nice and she smiled inside. Must have borrowed his brother?s after shave lotion again, she thought. Although it is a widely held belief that providing directions while French kissing is an unworkable arrangement, Leisha managed admirably. She grunted, moaned, and pushed Tommy?s shoulders and head in the general direction of the spare bedroom. He lurched and staggered into furniture, toppling a framed photograph or two as he carried the writhing bundle of hormones. He backed through a doorway and, though distracted by his squirming copilot?s hand lowering his zipper, arrived at the four poster bed. Success. ?Down.? Tommy plopped onto the mattress with his girlfriend on his lap. She straddled his hips, tore open his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. Tommy struggled to get out of the sleeves with Leisha?s arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Finally free of the manacles, Tommy embraced her, running his hands up and down her long, graceful back. Her skin was soft and smooth as it pressed against him. He felt her deep breaths in his hands and in the warmth that filled the crook of his neck. ?Mmmmm, Tommy,? she said as he released the clasp of her bra and pulled the warm garment away. ?God, Leesh?? he whispered into her ear, nibbling at her lobe, and losing his train of thought. He slid one hand between their bodies to cup her naked breast for the first time. His lips grazed hers and tenderly pulled at them. Leisha responded, touching the tip of his tongue with hers, inviting him into her mouth. Her breath was sweet and she tasted faintly of the vanilla Coke they had shared. Tommy pulled back briefly to see a beautiful face with coppery brown skin and improbable, whiskey-colored eyes. Those eyes. He recalled the first time he saw them. ***** Heat rose in visible waves from the asphalt basketball courts on 155 th Street. Tommy was bent over at the waist, panting, holding the hem of his of sweat-darkened shorts. It was one of those oppressively hot weekends that sent New Yorkers by the thousands to the beaches of Long Island. Derek Francis, two years his senior, stood next to him. He wasn?t just Tommy?s best friend. Derek had filled the role of teammate, mentor, confessor, and drill sergeant for the past two years. In September he would be off to college on a basketball scholarship. About three inches shorter than Tommy, Derek was powerfully built, with the legs of a sprinter. He carried himself with the air of a general and was universally afforded that status among the young men who crossed his path. His dark skin gleamed with perspiration as they waited for the next pickup game to begin. He had invited his young teammate to play with him in an outdoor league in Harlem that summer. So each day, after clocking out of his job on at the warehouse, Tommy bought two slices of pizza and caught an uptown subway. Tommy heard some hoots and laughter behind them. He turned to see a dark, willowy gaziantep rus escort (http://www.gaziantepkuruyemis.com/k/gaziantep-rus-escort) girl wearing faded denim shorts and a loose fitting gauze top stride purposefully toward them. She was hard to miss. Females typically didn?t frequent the loud, testosterone-fueled games until the evening, when spectators gathered to watch organized contests under the lights. She carried a plastic grocery bag in her right hand and two books in her left. Her long, athletic legs got Tommy?s attention immediately. He was surprised when the most interesting stranger in the park stopped next to him, gave him a sideways glance, and tapped Derek on the shoulder. ?Leisha,? said Derek in his ultra-low, bass voice. ?Hey, D. Listen, Mom found these on sale,? she said, handing him the bag and scanning the park. ?She said to bring you a couple? like I have nothing better to do than hang around here, of all places, with all these delinquents leering at me. Look, I have to get to the library right away or I?ll be late.? Tommy looked silently from one to the other as Derek pulled two Gatorades from the bag. He wondered if he was supposed to be one of the delinquents in this narrative. Playing the part, he nonchalantly peeked at the elegant curve of Leisha?s thighs. ?Thanks Leesh,? Derek said, ignoring her little rant. He looked at Tommy. ?Oh. Leisha, this is Flynnie? uh, Thomas Flynn. He plays?? ?I know who he is,? she said politely, extending her hand to Tommy. ?Nice to meet you officially, Mr. Flynn. My brother finally had a decent shooter to pass the ball to when you arrived at school. You probably helped him get his scholarship.? Tommy shook her hand absently, lost somewhere between her opiatic, amber eyes and thick hair that tumbled in playful, loose coils over her shoulders. She looked back at Tommy curiously and tilted her head, waiting for him to say something. ?Well, I guess I?d better?? she retrieved her hand. ?Decent?? ?I?m sorry? What?? ?I?m not just decent,? Tommy smiled. ?I?m the best shooter out here. Ask your broth...? ?Yeah, fine, Flynnie,? interrupted big brother. ?Lee, you?d better get going?. Tommy watched the lovely Leisha trip lightly toward the gate in the chain link fence. She turned once to make sure he was looking, smiled, and waved backward with her hand. Tommy sighed softly and turned back to Derek. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the whites of two bulging eyes glaring at him. ?The FUCK you lookin? at?? boomed Derek. ?Get your skinny white ass back on the court and get your fuckin? game face on.? ***** Thomas Flynn hailed from Hell?s Kitchen: the gritty New York City neighborhood, not the television show. He lived with his father and two brothers in a tenement sandwiched between a failed trucking company and a dingy medical supply warehouse. Once an Irish slum and home to the notorious and insanely violent Westies, the neighborhood was now an equal opportunity disaster area. Tommy and Derek were among a very small group of kids plucked out of the teeming public school system to attend an exclusive private academy on the Upper East Side. They were nominally part of an outreach program for under-privileged students and the hefty tuition was waived. In reality, they had been carefully recruited to guarantee a successful athletic program, something that kept alumni contributions rolling in. The group informally called themselves 'The Help'. Tommy liked the school and he thought most of the rich kids who went there were actually okay. He liked the way the other students looked at him when he walked the halls. He was afforded a sort of deferential outlaw status, which amused him, since he hadn?t committed any crimes. Well, none that any of them knew about, anyway. He thought it was refreshing that it hadn?t been necessary to beat the shit out of anyone in order to establish his bad ass credentials when he arrived. Early in his second year, when he was sixteen, Tommy had discovered a peculiar benefit that attached to mixing with the privileged class. The well-bred young ladies in attendance, debutantes all, were more than willing to spread their legs for an untamed young male with an air of danger about him. Invited to Susan?s brownstone to do homework? They fucked. Working on Latin translations with Sydney in the reading room? They fucked. One study group session at a Sutton Place apartment featured intercourse with Devon and Hope, while Astrid smoked cigarettes and watched. It didn?t bother Tommy that these young ladies didn?t consider him relationship material and most probably never would. The socio-economic chasm between them was too great. It was enough to know that he was the one they thought about when alone late at night. Their reckless sex with him would someday be the video they replayed in their heads, he thought, when their pencil-dicked husbands fell asleep after a five minute screw.*He got what he wanted from the arrangement and, so far as Tommy was concerned, fair?s fair. The extracurricular interest in him, he learned, wasn?t confined to the student body. One afternoon before practice, the coach told Tommy the school nurse needed to see him. He didn?t think much of it. Interscholastic athletes were subject to random drug tests and members of ?The Help? were asked to pee in a cup more frequently than the rest. He entered the nurse?s suite on the third floor and Ms. Chapin directed him into an examination room. ?Please take off your clothes, Mr. Flynn,? she said curtly, closing the door behind them. This caught Tommy by surprise. He?d already had a school medical exam at the start of semester and, in any event, the physicals never involved much more than weight, blood pressure, and a bunch of forms. No, this was definitely strange. Maybe his father screwed up some paperwork again. He began unbuttoning his broadcloth shirt. Ms. Chapin leaned against the window sill and crossed her arms. ?Thomas, I understand that you?ve been sexually active with a number of the young women here.? He froze, shirt halfway off his back. ?That?s right, Thomas, many of the girls here confide in me more than they do their own parents,? she said, noticing his hesitation. ?Please continue. You can place your things on the chair.? Thomas resumed undressing in silence as he went about assessing the situation, trying to determine if he was in any real trouble. Coach would flip out if he got suspended for sampling the local tail. Could they kick him out of school for this? He pulled a white undershirt over his broad shoulders, kicked off his loafers, and removed his socks. ?I have several issues with this, believe me, but my principal concern is that I understand that none of you have been using protection,? she continued. ?The young women I?ve spoken to do use birth control, of course, but there is always the risk of STDs.? Thomas reluctantly unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his trousers. He noticed Ms. Chapin?s eyes drop to his flat mid-section. He unsnapped a button and opened his pants. ?I? I have a responsibility here.? Her voice sounded an octave higher. Thomas had visited Nurse Chapin?s office and seen her around school many times, but he had never really paid any attention to her. She was in her mid-twenties, he guessed, and a little on the scrawny side. Her mousey brown hair seemed chronically unruly and she projected a generally dowdy aspect. As Thomas stepped out of his khakis, he studied her face for the first time. She actually had fine features, with deep set blue eyes and a straight, thin nose. Thomas thought that if she spent half as much time fixing herself up as the average female student here, she might even be considered pretty. He felt a shift in his groin. ?The wellbeing of the students is paramount?? Thomas hadn?t been listening very closely for the last several moments. He stood with crossed arms, clad only in tight black boxer briefs. Things were beginning to happen inside them despite his uneasiness. The air in the room now felt cool. Tommy?s nipples hardened and his flesh tingled, raising goose bumps on his arms and legs. ?Thomas, you?ll need to remove those,? she said softly, struggling with an increasingly dry mouth. ?I need to examine you.? She stood up straight, arms at her sides, and cleared her throat. Tommy hesitated for a moment. I don?t have a lot of options here, he thought. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and drew them down over his muscled thighs. His dick dropped heavily between his legs and he could feel a faint pulse near its head. He didn?t need to look to know it was beginning to fatten. As he tossed the briefs on the chair, Tommy wondered what Ms. Chapin might look like naked. What kind of curves were hiding beneath those unrevealing clothes? ?I?d like you?? she said, dry tongue ineffectually licking her lips. ??like you to lie down on the examining table now.? She took a few unsteady steps toward him. Tommy stood his ground, arms at his side, and ran his eyes up and down her body. He saw Ms. Chapin struggle to swallow and her face become flushed. A vein pulsed on the side of her neck. Medical exam, my ass, he thought. He felt his stomach flip and a warm release inside. His cock rose rhythmically. The thought of being naked and hard in front of the clothed young woman didn?t embarrass him. It fed his arousal. She wants to examine me, he thought, well here I am. ??check for obvious signs? sores?? Ms. Chapin stammered, eyes glued to Tommy?s long erection, which now pointed directly toward her eyes. ?? to be embarrassed, it?s natu?? ?Rose.? Ms. Chapin was startled at Tommy?s use of her given name. She stopped her prattling mid-sentence. He closed the distance between them with a couple of slow, fluid steps and placed a hand on her elbow, stroking it lightly with his thumb. She breathed through her mouth and looked into his sparkling grey eyes. The tip of his cock brushed against her. ?Hmm?? was all she could manage, and weakly at that. Tommy gently lifted her right wrist and moved her hand to his cock. Ms. Chapin?s fingers closed around it and tenderly moved up and down the warm, rigid shaft. Her hand felt soft and cool on the sensitive skin and he suppressed a surge deep in his groin. His pelvis rocked subtly. She exhaled audibly and another hand joined its partner, now urgently squeezing, stroking, exploring. Thomas enjoyed her unfamiliar touch and even the dull ache as she rolled his testicles between her fingers. Tommy heard a sharp intake of breath as he lowered the zipper over her right hip. By the time the skirt fell around her feet, he had begun working on the buttons of her blouse. White panties were visible through sheer, black patterned tights. Her knobby knees turned slightly inward. She placed her delicate hands on his chest, reading the contours of his muscles. Ms. Chapin did not resist when Tommy removed her blouse and unsnapped the catch on her sensible bra. The garments fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Pale, protuberant areolas pouted on her smallish breasts. Tommy stroked her pink nipples with the backs of his fingers, watching them come to life. Tommy felt her trembling hands slide down his back to squeeze and explore his hard buttocks. She pressed her warm skin to his, trapping his long column between their bodies. She kissed the hollow of his throat while her erect nipples poked and dragged against him. ?Get on the table, Rose,? Tommy half-whispered.