Chapter #40Hang Ups and Hangovers by: Seuzz   It's a good thirty minutes before Caleb saunters out of the barn, his face shining. You're leaning against your truck, arms and chin resting on the hood, your back to the barn. You only briefly glance back at the sound of approaching footsteps, then go back to glaring at the field across the street.
"Oh man!" Caleb sighs. He claps a hand onto your shoulder.
"You took your sweet time," you mutter.
"I can't help it if your superhero nickname is 'The Flash'," he retorts.
"Fuck you mean?"
"I mean, I wasn't slow, you were just fast."
You suck in your lip, and run through a list of very cutting things you could say in reply. None of them resonate, though, so instead you just say, "Did you take the mask off her, or did you leave her naked in there?"
"Of course I took it off. We can't leave a naked girl behind. Come to think of it, we can't leave that thing behind either. One of those dorks'll find it."
"So what do you want to do with it? We can't keep it in my garage. Or yours."
You feel his eyes upon you. After a pause, though, he only says, "We can put it in the school basement, like we should'a done to start with."
"Gonna be a lot of fun picking it up and carrying it down those stairs," you mutter.
"Jesus, Will! We'll put the mask on it and tell her to walk down. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're not talking like a guy who—"
He breaks off, and you turn to give him another brief glance. "A guy who what?"
His brow furrows. "Everything go okay with you and ... Mickey?"
"Fine. Great. It was awesome. Can't wait to do it again."
From the corner of your eye, you can make out his troubled expression.
He says, "Well, I'm ready to go, man, and we really should take her with us. Unless— Well, unless you got some other idea, I'll go put the mask on her and tell her to get dressed, we'll move her to the school basement. It'll be interesting," he adds doubtfully, "to see if she remembers being disembodied."
You only shrug.
* * * * *
It's a silent and awkward drive back into town, with Mickey between you and Caleb. She doesn't say anything, and Caleb doesn't either, except to lean past her and tell you that, no, she doesn't remember anything between the moment he took the mask off her and put it back on. At the old school, he waits in the truck while you order her to accompany you downstairs. You tell her to get undressed—and you ogle her briefly once she is down to her skin—and stand in the corner; then you pull the mask off. She instantly reverts into a stone pillar, this time standing on end. It totters, and you push and shove it deeper into a corner, leaning it against the wall so it doesn't fall over. Then you lock up and take Caleb home. Again, it's a silent drive.
Later, at home, you brood over the morning's events.
It was quite a time, discovering that you had created a thing that could wear a mask and act like the person contained within, and could order it around, even to the point of getting it to change its mind about you. The makeout session was equally fraught and exciting. You started by sitting down by its side, and pressing your hips against hers, and putting your arm around her narrow, smooth shoulders. She looked a little wary as your lips parted, and you hesitated after putting them to hers, before following up with some action. She responded, though, and you warmed to your task, worming your mouth over and around hers before tentatively putting your tongue in. After that, things got very wet and very hot.
You broke off after a minute or two, both to catch your breath and to sear your eyeballs with the sight of her snowy breasts. These you fondled, and she gasped in a way that gave you an electric twinge. Then you sat on a hay bale and ordered her to straddle your lap. You put one hand on her back, and resumed kissing while fondling her breast with your other hand. Your cock strained at the tight folds of fabric between you and her.
You ended it all too soon—or so you felt—because you were conscious that Caleb was waiting for his turn. First, though, you put her on the hay bale and parted her legs while stroking at her bush, and slipped the tip of a finger just inside the folded lips within. She gasped, and one half of her upper lip twitched upward into an awkward smile. Her head fell back, and her eyes went sultry under half-closed lids. You probed a little deeper, and she groaned.
Then you broke off—you were terrified of losing it inside your shorts—and stumbled backward from the barn. All yours, you told Caleb, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass a few dozen yards away. He leaped to his feet. On the stumbling trek back to your truck, you sucked long and thoughtfully on the fingertip you had put inside her.
For ten, fifteen minutes you'd lost yourself in a reverie, interrupted only by a text from Keith, asking what the plan was for today. So you'd sauntered back out to the barn, to ask Caleb. You'd entered carefully, quietly, so as not to startle him.
Probably an earthquake couldn't have startled him. You almost yelped aloud though.
* * * * *
Shortly before noon you get a text from Teresa, which you ignore, and one from Keith, which you can't. Just talked to joho, it says, can I come by get basement key from u? It's a text you had been dreading.
But you reply with a brief meet me there, while to Teresa you type, busy right now text u later when know something. Keith must have been halfway to your house when he texted you, because he is waiting at the school when you arrive.
He juts his chin at you as you climb from the truck.
"Dude, you should've waited for me out at the place," he says. "Not cool doin' stuff without me!"
"You were at work." You brush past him to shove the key into the padlock.
"Doesn't matter. I thought we was all in this together."
"So we got a head start," you grouse. "We wanted to get it done. You know that place isn't ours, we needed to get it wrapped up asap."
"You could'a brought the ho out to my place when you was done."
"The donut shop? And what would we have done then?"
"I 'unno. But I don't like feeling left out." He tilts his chin.
You almost lose it.
Grasping the thin folds of his t-shirt in one fist, you push him back against the door jamb. His eyes pop in surprise.
"No one's leaving you out," you growl at him. "We didn't even think the thing was gonna be done when we drove out to check, and then we wanted to get it out outta there. Were we supposed to wait for you to come out and watch while we moved it?"
His lip curls.
"You cocksuckers did more'n move it, according to Johansson. You took turns fucking it!"
"Caleb fucked it! I didn't even—! Tsshhh!"
You shove him—uselessly, because he's hard up against a wall—and stalk back to your truck. But you crumple before you can climb in, and stand with your hand on the handle and your forehead resting against the window. A minute later, you hear Keith's footsteps, then his voice.
"Dude," he says, sounding both puzzled and aggrieved. "You sayin' you didn't fuck it? How come not?"
"Because I didn't think that's what we were going to do!" you snarl back. "I just made out with it, okay? Sorry you weren't there to watch! But I make out with it, then go off, and when I go back in to ask Caleb what we're gonna do next, I find him on top of her, his ass in the air, going all, Nngh nngh nngh into her!" You thrust your pelvis in and out a couple of times.
"Oh Jesus!" Keith's face curls up. "You got a face full of Johansson's spotty ass cheeks?"
"I got something worse than that! I'm not gonna be able to put that mask on again!"
"The Mickey mask?" he asks. "How come not? And why'ju want to?"
"Why I—? Because—!"
But you can't find the words to finish that sentence, because it's halfway out before it comes to you in a horrifying flash: Because I want to be and dress up like that girl is going to sound awfully close to Because I'm a secret transgender case and it made me happy to be that girl.
But you've blurted out too much now, so you finish with a lame-sounding, "Because it was fun, okay? Wasn't it?"
To your relief, Keith nods thoughtfully.
"Yeah, sure I get that," he says. "But why can't you put it on anymore?"
"Because then I'll know what it was like to have Caleb Johansson's cock up my pussy!"
For that is what you spent the morning brooding over.
* * * * *
Keith's sympathy for you evaporates, though, and with a snort he goes down into the basement, only to come back up a minute later to ask you to "get this ho to go down on me." You briefly and brusquely acquiesce, going into the basement long enough to order Mickey to do anything Keith asks her to. Then you retreat to sit in your truck until he's done.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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