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After hearing the news of Gary Mertz’s death, I called my assistant and told her to cancel all my productions for the next two weeks and to pay the performers their respective kill fees. When my assistant asked why, I informed her I was returning to Michigan for a funeral. After she offered her condolences, I hung up. If I had to be honest with myself, I wasn’t really going back for the services; I was going back to truly reconnect with the people who knew me long before I became Tommy Rodz.I then walked into my library, or, as some have called it, a shrine to my glorious career. On the walls, you could see posters of my films from when adult films were shown in theaters. On the shelves, all of my video tapes, DVDs, Blu-Rays, and awards were prominently displayed. And on the bookshelf, you could peruse through all the magazines that featured pictorials and interviews with me. To the left of the bookshelf, there were two large boxes on the floor with the word memories written in black marker. Inside these boxes were the most important things from my childhood, including my high school yearbooks.As I flipped through the one entitled “1985-1986 Memories,” I was searching for any and all pictures of Kimberly Crane. While my teacher, Ms. Molly Stalling, was the one who took my virginity, Kimberly was the first girl I fucked who was my own age. When I eventually found her picture, my cock got rock-hard. She was so beautiful back then. She was a short, petite beauty who was barely 5’2 with perky 34B breasts. She also had long, beautiful brown hair that was always in a perm, and pouty lips, and she either wore short skirts or the tightest designer jeans. No matter what she wore, I was always trying to hide my stiffy whenever I saw her.Memories started swirling around my brain. All good and all pleasurable. But the memory my mind focused on was on Thursday, October 10th, the day after the incident. It started like pretty much any other school day, with Annie, my fourteen-year-old sister yelling for me to get up at 6:30 in the morning. Even though my mom told me I could stay home for today and tomorrow, she probably wanted to talk to me about the situation. Since we lived in a ranch-style house, the walk from my bedroom to the kitchen was a fairly quick one, even with a quick trip to the bathroom. When I arrived in the kitchen my mom, Barbara Mitchell, was putting a plate of eggs, bacon and potatoes on the table, while my sister was frantically trying to get ready for Beşevler Escort school. Unlike me or my older sister Annie was too smart to go to public school. While Laurie and I got good grades as well my dad would always joke that Laurie and I were public school smart, and Annie was super smart. In elementary school, several of her teachers, and the school psychologist suggested that she wouldn’t be challenged by public school and suggested she go to Detroit Country Day or Roeper. This meant her and mom had to get up extremely early to beat traffic, just so she could make it to school on time. On the other hand, I just had to roll out of bed at seven, take a shower, eat a quick breakfast, and be at the corner to catch the bus at 7:30. As I started eating my mom sat down next to me and said, “Just because we’re keeping you home for the next two days it doesn’t mean you can slack off on your studies. Understand?”“Yes Mom,” I replied between bites.“After I drop Annie off I’ll be driving back to back to your school to meet with the principal, and Gary’s parents,” she said.I continued eating as she continued saying, “I’ll call and tell you about the meeting when I get to the office. Any questions?” “Do you think they’ll expel him?” I asked as I finished my bacon.“I have no idea,” my mom replied. “He’s been tormenting you for years, something needs to be done.”“Agreed,” I said as I shoveled eggs in my mouth.“Good,” she replied as she stood up and grabbed her purse. “Before I forget, Annie and I won’t be home until seven?”“Why?” I asked.“She has gymnastics practice after school,” my mom replied. “Do you want me to bring home Chinese food or Little Caesars?”“Pizza Pizza please,” I replied as I finished my breakfast.See you later tonight,” my mom said right before her and Annie walked out the front door.I then returned to bed and jerked off two times before falling back to sleep. Around 9:30 the phone started ringing and awakened me from slumber. I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, picked it up before saying, “Hello, Mitchell residence.”“Hi Tommy, it’s Mom,” the voice on the other end said.“How did the meeting go?” I asked.“Gary is suspended for the next two weeks,” she said in a solemn tone.“That’s it?” I stammered.“No that’s not it,” she replied. The principal agreed that if Gary does anything to you he will be either expelled or transferred to another school.” “What if any of his friends do anything?” I asked.“Then we’ll have another Escort Beşevler chat if and when that happens,” my mom replied. “We can continue this conversation when I get home.”“Ok,” I said. “See you then.”“Remember, I love you,” she said.”Love you too,” I replied before hanging up.I then decided it was time to start my day. My morning ritual consisted of brushing my teeth. Grabbing clean underwear and socks Jumping in the shower, jerking off, and then soaping, rinsing, shampooing, and once again rinsing. After jumping out of the shower, I’d dry my hair, and put on a clean shirt, and pants. Normally I would then go to school, but since I was home, I sat myself in front of the TV and watched reruns on channel 20.Around one o’clock, my doorbell rang. I was half tempted not to answer it since it would take me away from watching “Get Smart,” my favorite show at the time. The person ringing the doorbell was relentless; they were pushing it non-stop. I was so annoyed that I was going to answer it just so I could yell at the person. So I got off the couch, marched to the door, and looked through the peephole. As I peered through it, my frustration subsided when I saw Kimberly Crane on the other side, still pressing away.She looked stunning. She was wearing her letter jacket, cheerleading sweater, and skirt. My body started shaking nervously as I unlocked the door, turned the knob, and let her inside.“Hey Tommy,” she said after walking into my house for the first time since 1979. She then took off her sweater and made herself comfortable on the couch. “What are you doing here?” I asked with a slight stutter.“I came to see how you were doing,” she said as she quickly spread her legs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I heard what Gary did to you yesterday, and I was worried. Remember we used to play all the time, why did we stop hanging out?”“You destroyed my Battlestar Galactica Viper,” I replied.“I don’t even know what that means,” she said laughing.I wanted to tell her all about the mythos of Battlestar Galactica, but I didn’t think she would be interested. Instead, we started talking about the good old days when we played in the park, in her basement, or in mine with other random kids who lived on the surrounding streets.“Those days were so much fun,” she said. “Do you have any pictures from back then?”“Actually, I do,” I replied. “My mom made a photo album for me. It’s in my bedroom; do you want me to go get it?””I’ll go Beşevler Escort Bayan with you,” she said, smiling. “I want to see if your bedroom still looks the same.”Thirty seconds later, we were in my room. Kimberly sat on the bed as I rummaged through the closet, looking for the photo album. As I did that, she said, “Do you remember we would spend hours in here playing with Colorforms and games like Monopoly and Sorry?””I remember that; in fact, I still have that game right here,” I said as I grabbed it off the top shelf. “We can play it if you want to.”When I turned around I immediately dropped the game as I saw her legs spread open, and her right hand lightly touching her pussy. As I tried picking the pieces that were scattered all over the floor she looked me in the eyes, licked her lips right before saying, “Instead of doing that I think we should make new memories.”“What do you mean?” I stupidly said as my throbbing hard cock wanted to be freed from my jeans.”You’re the talk of the school, Tommy Mitchell,” she said as she tasted the juices from her pussy. “All the girls who are in your public speaking class were in shock when they saw what you were packing. Now I want to see it too, pretty please.”I stared at her intensely as I dropped my baggy pants and boxers to the floor, kicked them to the side, and started stroking my girthy thiurteen-inch cock.”Oh my god, Tommy,” she said as she continued masturbating, “It’s even bigger than I imagined.”I continued pleasuring myself as Kimberly got off my bed. The second she stood up, she took off her short cheerleading skirt. She then took her sweater off and threw it on the floor before she started walking towards me.As she inched closer, I couldn’t help but think of all the rumors about Kimberly Crane that circulated around the school. According to my friend Berine, she had been on a fucking spree after turning sixteen. He had heard that she spread her legs for the varsity football, basketball, and baseball teams. I don’t know if that was real or fantasy, but what I did know was that if any of that was true, it made her even hotter.The journey from my bed to where I was standing took Kimberly less than three seconds. By the time she was standing inches away, the only thing that stopped us from standing body-to-body was my enlarged dick. She watched me stroke it as she said, “Do you fantasize about me when you do that?”“Yes,” I replied.“What do we do?” she asked.“We kiss,” I replied.”Like this?” she said as my face leaned in toward hers. Her breath smelled minty fresh the first time our lips touched. She then opened her mouth and invited my tongue to enter and play with hers. While we French kissed, her right hand joined mine on my cock, and we started stroking in synchronicity.
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