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  "I think so. Is Tommy...."

  "Oh, Tommy's been done with me for quite some time. He's not nearly as thorough as you. And, don't worry, I'm all cleaned up. C'mere."

  Melissa must have left Jennie something, because I was able to fuck her for a good while before I came again.

  --Five--

  The next couple of weeks went rather like that day. Jennie would bring me home, but get grabbed on her way up the stairs--a couple of times by Tommy, and then by Tommy's older brother Jack, and then by their father. Jennie's own brothers and father, strangely enough, seemed to try to leave her alone to be with me, but the Pelham men were having none of it. If I wanted Jennie, I had to wait until whichever of them that had grabbed her was done with her.

  Not that I was sitting around waiting for her to be done, mind you. Melissa grabbed me a couple times, and then Courtney Pelham--who was also 13--decided she had to sample the goods. I'd get done with them, and Jennie would be waiting for me. I was getting more pussy than any sixteen-year-old boy should have a right to get. I'm lucky my dick didn't fall off.

  However, I was starting to feel vaguely uneasy with the whole thing. I liked fucking Melissa and Courtney--they were fun--but they weren't Jennie, and it wasn't all just sex, either. I'd see her in school, and, in school, we acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. We'd walk to her house, holding hands, giggling like two kids in love--and then I'd have to hand her over to someone else for sex.

  This all came to a head a week and a half after my first experience with Melissa. It was a Friday night, and I had gone over there, only to have her grabbed by Tommy Pelham. I sighed, sat on the couch, and resigned myself to another wait. I suppose Melissa or Courtney would be by to grab me, but I'd still rather be with Jennie.

  It wasn't either of them who grabbed me--it was Vicki, Jennie's older sister, home from college for the weekend. "Right," she said, grabbing my hand. "You're getting rave reviews from my sisters. It's my turn," and she took me to her room.

  Vicki was twenty, and was my first older woman. She was an animal--kind of gave me a preview of the already-uninhibited Jennie in four years--and I had a ball. So did she. But, what really struck me, was the conversation we had after we were done.

  "Shit, I can tell that you aren't a Pelham or a Keltner man. You actually care if the girl cums or not," she began. "Thanks, David. I don't have a boyfriend at college right now, and it's nice to go to bed with a guy who's good at it."

  "Thanks. The guys in the agreement aren't good at it?"

  Vicki snorted. "With one exception--my older brother Eric--they're pathetic. My other brother Steve and my dad are passable. If you get Dad early enough in the day, he's better than passable. The Pelham men are hopeless."

  "So, then, why do all the girls in the families continue to sleep with them?"

  "Because of the Agreement. We get roped into signing it when we're thirteen. I think that Dad and Mr. Pelham dreamed this thing up, although I'm not sure." She snorted in disgust. "You think Tommy Pelham would have a chance of getting any pussy if it weren't for the agreement? So, we get roped in early. When I was thirteen, I thought the guys in the agreement were all that. It took my first boyfriend to show me differently. Yeah, I knew Eric was good, but even he wasn't as good as my first boyfriend. I got out of the Agreement from age fifteen to age eighteen. You can claim an outside exclusive relationship as a reason for getting out."

  "Why did you get back in?"

  "That relationship broke up, so I almost had to get back in. My reason for getting out was no longer valid. And, I must admit, with the relationship broken up---mediocre sex is better than no sex, especially when you're used to getting it regularly. And I do like sex with Eric--to get that, I have to put up with the rest of them."

  "If you got another steady boyfriend who satisfied you, would you get out again?"

  "In a heartbeat."

  "I wonder if Jennie would say the same thing," I mused.

  "I don't know. Would you want to do that? I mean, you're getting all the pussy you want, and we all think you're great."

  "No offense to you, Vicki, or to Melissa and Courtney, but sex with you girls is something to do while I'm waiting for Jennie. Not that it's not good. Not that I didn't enjoy myself. But it's not Jennie."

  Vicki smiled at me. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

  "Yeah, I think I am."

  "David. Tell her."

  Vicki had given me a lot to think about. I told Jennie that Vicki had worn me out--Jennie giggled that she understood, she knew her sister well enough--and went home to think.

  --Six--

  I called Jennie the next afternoon. "Hey, can we go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?"

  "That sounds positively delightful," she said.

  And, it was. We had a wonderful time. The movie was great, the food was great, the company was fantastic. We walked to her house with our arms entwined, laughing and smiling, thoroughly enjoying one another. When we got to her house, she led me up the stairs. We were accosted by both Mr. Pelham and Tommy, and Jennie told them both the same thing: "I'm on a date. My date isn't over. My date and I are going to continue the date in my room." We did--we went to her room and fucked like bunnies for a couple of hours.

  Monday morning, Jennie told me to meet her somewhere at lunch. She said she needed to talk.

  "Look, David, I'm sorry, but I got read the riot act. Tommy Pelham called an Agreement Council Sunday night, and he and his father railed at me for refusing them on Saturday night. I can't do that again."

  I sighed. "You know, that whole Agreement thing sometimes sounds like quite a racket."

  She giggled. "You don't seem to mind when you're fucking Melissa or Courtney or Vicki." I did mind. How do I tell her that, though? "Anyhow, this is my life, this is the way it is, and you've known that for a while. Listen, I do not want to break up with you. I like you a lot. But I signed the Agreement, and I'm bound to it, and I can't promise you first dibs or try to force it ever again."

  "I understand," I said, though I didn't.

  "Good." She kissed me, and walked away. I walked in the other direction, turned the corner, and found Tommy Pelham.

  "Hey, David, how's it feel?"

  "How's what feel?"

  "Knowing I can fuck your girlfriend any time I want, and you can't! Must be great, huh?" he said with a nasty leer on his face. "Good ol' David, the wonderful lover who everyone praises to the heavens, and he can't even get in his girlfriend's pants when he wants to. And I can. How's that feel, David?"

  I wanted to hit him, but I curbed the impulse. "You know what? I hope you thank your lucky stars every night for that agreement, because, if you didn't have it, there isn't a girl in the universe who would have anything to do with you." I walked away, with him laughing at my back.

  I stewed through my next class. The class after that was study hall, and I decided that I had to do something. Every time I was with her, I was afraid to tell her how I really felt, so I decided to write it. I wrote Jennie a letter.

  Dear Jennie,

  After I left you today at lunch, I got the pleasure of being taunted by Tommy Pelham. He drove home a few unpleasant truths--that he can sleep with my girlfriend any time he wants, and I can't. Any guy saying this to me would be bad enough, but Tommy Pelham saying it is worse. He's a scumbag, Jennie. And I know it can't be the sex, because Vicki and Melissa both told me he's useless in bed. Nope, his hold over you is the Agreement.

  I tried to deal with it. I really did. At first, having a number of girls offering to sleep with me was fun. But, like I told Vicki, it quickly became just something to do while I was waiting for you, because you're the only one I really want.

  Because of the way you live, you seem to be able to separate sex and feelings. I can't. I'm sorry. I've tried. I have to tell you, that I lied to you--the first time I was with you was my first time. You took my virginity. It meant a lot to me--and the reason it meant a lot to me, I realize now, was that I was already crazy
about you by that time. And I know I should have told you this before now, and told you how much it meant to me, but I was embarrassed.

  I love you, Jennie Keltner. And I can't go on this way. I can't bear the thought of the girl I love in bed with Tommie Keltner, or Jack, or their father. It turns my stomach. It's not even the sex. It's that you even give them the time of day--and that you not only do it, but you have to. And it's not the sex with me, either. I wouldn't mind if we never did it--just as long as I got to be with you, only me, and only you. Not that I don't enjoy sex with you--we both know that I do--but just being with you is more important to me.

  And that's not going to happen.

  I'm sorry. I love you so much, and it hurts to say this, but it's jut not going to work.

  Love, David

  I dropped the letter in her locker, and went to my last class. I dashed out of school early to avoid her. The walk home alone was interminable.

  --Seven--

  I had been home for about a half hour. I was watching TV, trying to get my mind off of Jennie, which was hopeless. Then, my doorbell rang.

  It was Jennie. She looked like she had been crying. Before I could say a word, she had walked through the door and wrapped her arms around me, bearing down on me with a kiss that made my head spin.

  She finally broke the kiss. "Is anyone home besides you?"

  "No, my parents don't get home until after six."

  "Where's your bedroom?"

  "Upstairs. Why?"

  "Show me."

  "Jennie, I don't think.."

  "David. Just show me." I took her up to my room. "Clean, for a guy," she giggled.

  "I like to know where stuff is."

  She walked around, and then sat on the bed. "You were really a virgin?" she said.

  "Yeah."

  "Amazing. How'd you get so good?" I explained about the instructional videos. "That's funny," she said.

  She pat the bed beside her. I sat down. "Jennie, I don't know what..."

  "Shh," she interrupted me, and then kissed me again. "We'll talk later," she said after she broke the kiss, and then started unbuttoning my shirt.

  "I thought you weren't allowed to do anything here," I said.

  "I'm not." My shirt was off, and she was working on my pants button. She undid it, and I rose off the bed so she could get them down. She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. Next thing I knew, she had it in her throat and was swallowing it. That was the first time she had ever done that. I came, in a damn hurry.

  "Oh my God, Jen," I gasped out.

  She sat up, smiling at me. I got up myself, and pulled off her tee shirt. I undid her bra, and then went for her pants. Quickly, she was as naked as I was, and we spread out on the bed.

  "David, eat me out, please?" She had to ask? I went right down on her.

  "OhGodOhGodOhGodYES! YES! YES! Oh SHIT David nobody can do me like you! Oh YEAH! OH! OH! OH! OH! AYIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" She had barely come down off of her orgasm, when I climbed up on top of her and entered her.

  "AAAAHHH!!!!!" She howled. "OH YES! DAVID, FUCK ME! OH YEAH!" She tended to be loud anyway, but this was really loud. I guess being alone in the house made her even more uninhibited. I wasn't complaining.

  She came in a hurry, and I was still going strong. She came again, howling like a banshee, before I did.

  "Oh David. Oh, honey, you're magnificent," she said after I had slipped off of her and lay down next to her.

  "You're pretty damn magnificent yourself. But I must admit I'm a little confused. I thought I broke up with you today!"

  "You know, when I read that letter, I started to cry. You did break up with me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand not being with you, and not just for sex. However, I do like sex, and I especially like sex with you. Now, your parents are gone every afternoon?"

  "Pretty much, yeah."

  "So you have the house to yourself?"

  "Right."

  She propped her head up with her hand, leaning on her elbow, and looked at me and grinned. "So, do you think you can handle me?"

  "Huh? What are you talking about?"

  "Well, I am used to a lot of sex. I can cut down, so as I don't wear you out, but I am going to need it quite a bit, if the only person I'm getting it from is you."

  "Huh?" Did she say what I think she just said?

  She did, and confirmed it. "David, I'm getting out of the agreement. I'm in an exclusive outside relationship. That is, if you want that."

  "Are you kidding me? YES!"

  "So you think you can handle me?" she grinned.

  "Either that or die trying. With a smile on my face." We both laughed.

  "David, I love you. Oh boy do I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  --Eight--

  Evidently, the Council that they had the next night where Jennie opted out of the Agreement was a real doozy, because Jennie's seventeen-year-old sister Karen also got out that night, for the same reason. Since Vicki stayed at college most of the time, there was a definite shortage of females in the Agreement. The death knell was two months later, when I fixed Melissa up with my next door neighbor Stan, a good guy who was a year older than she was. They hit it off right away, and Melissa was doing him within a couple of weeks. Right after that, she got out of the Agreement, too. I felt bad for poor Courtney Pelham; she was the only girl, outside of the two mothers, left in the Agreement. However, that was a moot point. Because of the shortage of girls, the Pelhams and Keltners decided to cancel the Agreement.

  The best part of all of this was watching Tommy Pelham around school, desperately trying to get into any girl's pants he could, and getting soundly rejected every time. I would have felt sorry for the guy if he weren't such an asshole. I mean, he went from getting it any time he want to not getting any--even Courtney told Melissa and Jennie that she didn't want anything to do with him, now that she didn't have to. This went on throughout sophomore year, and then the Pelhams moved.

  When the Agreement first collapsed, I worried about my relationship with Jennie--if she had just gone out with me to get away from the Pelhams, now she no longer had an excuse. But, that wasn't the case. She really did love me, and didn't mind that the frequency of her getting laid decreased by quite a bit. Hey, I am only one guy. She told me, "Quality is more important than quantity!"

  We're seniors now, and still together. Who knows what the future holds, but, for now, we're happy. We're taking it day by day, but we plan to get married someday. We don't talk about it much, but we both know we feel that way--it's sort of an unspoken agreement.

  -----Fin-------

 

 

  Frank Downey, The Agreement

 

 

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