This choice: Confront Jenny with the mask • Go Back...Chapter #10Secrets of a Secret Admirer by: rugal b.   You're very confused right now and the last few minutes have been such a whirlwind that you're practically dizzy. You figure then that it's best for your own peace of mind to ask Jenny what's up with this mask -- you have no idea who Lori Sherman is truth be told -- and see if you can get an answer out of her. That's the plan anyway but then you hear the bathroom door open and drop the mask onto the floor.
"I thought I told you to get ready," Jenny says with a pout in her voice.
You're not even sure what to say because standing there is Jenny clad only in her underwear. She's skinny with breasts that are small and not a lot of curvature at the hips but her stomach is flat and toned and, well, it's Jenny. Someone you see in school. Someone you eat lunch with. And she's here, with, you, alone in a dingy motel room wearing nothing but a bra and panties. What are you supposed to say? What are you supposed to do? What she was talking about... does she...
"Hey," she says as she comes up to you and grabs your hands. She turns you around and then pushes you, gently, onto a sitting position on the bed. "Just relax, okay?"
She then grasps you both sides of your face and once more places her lips against yours. Like before her tongue is in your mouth as she hungrily, greedily, attacks it. You don't really know what to actually do except to go with it and try to reciprocate but truth be told it's not like you have any clue as to what you're doing so the whole thing is just a sloppy and, from your end, awkward affair.
Jenny eventually pulls back but keeps her eyes planted firmly on you as she guides her hand down to your crotch. She pulls down the zipper of your shorts and you feel her fingers rummage inside as she pulls your dick out. They clasp around it and you let out... some kind of noise as her soft hand begins to gently massage it. You can feel it enlarging and engorging and Jenny smiles and giggles before, to your amazement she lowers her head.
You shudder and moan once more as you feel her tongue touch and then begin to caress your dick. Slowly and seemingly expertly she works her way up and to the tip which she then places her mouth around. She begins to work it with her mouth and tongue, slowly at first but picking up in speed and intensity and you can do nothing but sit there in almost blissful amazement as one thought passes through your head.
"Jenny is blowing me. I'm in an old motel room getting a blow job from Jenny Ashton."
Perhaps because of that and because it's your first time it's not long before you shudder and cum. You feel Jenny's throat muscles work and can only imagine what that means as she begins to slowly remove herself from your cock. Her head raises back up and she looks at you with a smirk.
"What the hell?" is all you can mutter.
Jenny however giggles at that. "I told you, Will, that I was going to pay you back didn't I?" she replies. "And that's just the appetizer. It's not even the main course."
She places a hand on your chest and all you can think of is how bizarre this is, as if it's something you might have dreamed about. You feel good but you're also nervous and that seems to snap you out of your stupor just slightly long enough to grab her and move her away from you.
"Wait a minute," you say with heavy breathing as you push yourself up, "before we go any further I have to ask you something. All of this is... it's weird! It feels like it's not even real it's so bizarre! But this," you move to grab that mask-looking object with the name etched into the back and and it to Jenny. "This is the weirdest thing of all. What is this? What the hell is going on, Jenny?"
Jenny's eyes are cast downward as she looks at the object that's now in her hands. "You want to know what's going on?" she asks quietly. She then looks back up at you and smiles as she pushes herself up and once more makes her way over to the bathroom. "Give me a few minutes and I'll tell you what's up, 'kay?"
* * * * *
Lori Sherman is a thin girl, much like Jenny, but with paler skin. Her hair is short and dyed a very bright turquoise and she looks at you with large, dark doe eyes. She's laying next to you in bed, her hand under your shirt and massaging your chest. She's laughing at the same time as she talks and tells you that it's weird to think she might possibly be cheating on her boyfriend with you.
But she's not because she's not Lori Sherman. At least you think she's not. Lori Sherman is the girl whose name was in that mask and while Jenny had gone into the bathroom it was Lori who had emerged. Now that you had seen her you think that you might have seen her around school because that hair color is kind of hard to not remember but you can't be entirely sure either. But who exactly is she?
"A girl whose face I'm borrowing," she says when you ask her.
"That's what I'm not understanding. How? Was it that thing that I gave you?" you ask. Suddenly a more panicked thought enters your head. "Are you Jenny?"
"I was until a few minutes ago," she answers. "But now I'm Lori."
You shoot up and turn to face her. "But how!? This is what I'm not understanding!"
"You're right, Will," she says as she pushes herself up and off of the bed. "It's that thing you handed me. It's a mask."
She moves over to the bag and picks it up. You turn to face her as she places it on the bed and removes even more of those things, those masks she called them, from it. She gestures for you and you pick them up one by one and each has a name etched into the back. There's Jenny's you realize but there's also more: Erin Hale (a junior girl, she tells you), Tara Weston, Audrey Briscoe.
"What are these?" you ask dumbfounded.
"I told you, they're masks," Lori (it's easier to think of her as that) says. "Magic masks I guess. It's the weirdest thing but you make them right? They're totally blank but if you put them against someone's face it copies them right into it. They're appearance and," she grabs a mask and points to the name, "their brain too. Then you put it on and, abracadabra, you turn into them. You look like them, you think like them."
You eye her skeptically as she hands you the mask and you look down to see Audrey's name.
"So if you put that mask on, you'd be Audrey inside and out."
You study it and are actually tempted to put it on and see if she's telling the truth but you think better of it and hand it back. "I want to say this is bullshit and that you're pranking me, uh, whoever you are," you tell her. "But I guess that would be a stupid thing to think given... everything that's happened today I guess."
"This week you mean," she says with a small laugh. "See I've only told one other person besides you about this. Who do you think it was? What happened this week?"
You take a moment to rack your brain but the answer becomes apparent pretty quickly. "Rachel!?" you ask in astonishment.
"Right on!" the Lori-disguised girl exclaims. "Yeah, I know her. For a, uh, long time. So I had to tell her. She helped me make them following the... recipe I found. Online. And it worked right? So I had to use it and I kind of went to school as her on Wednesday. But I set her up with something 'cause, well, 'cause I like you." She laughs again. "She wasn't really happy with that."
"So wait, then I hung out with you on Wednesday and... were you the one who put that note in my locker?"
"Yeah," she answers. "I like you but, um, I'm nervous? Because people kind of judge me for reasons."
"Like your looks?" you ask.
"Maybe," she states coyly. "But like this... it doesn't matter right? I want to go out with you Will, I do, but it's easier like this for me. But I'll tell you what: I'll give you my number and if you want to hang out just text me. We'll set up a meeting place and we can hang out. But under one of these things for me. In fact," she smiles, "if you text me a girl's name maybe I'll try and grab her face for you."
"Oh, uh, sure," you say dumbfounded by what you're hearing. "Can you at least tell me your name?"
She thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head. "Not my real one. Not until I'm ready. But if you want to call me something, hmm... Gail works." She then offers you a sincere, warm smile. "Actually if you want to get together on Monday just text me. I'm not free tomorrow but I'll definitely be free then."
* * * * *
The rest of the weekend passes by in a confused fog and you're still not out of it by the time school resumes on Monday. Of course you didn't tell your friends about what happened or about your secret admirer, Gail or whoever she really is. You're in such a daze that you almost miss Dorothy greeting you when you come into first period.
"I just asked if your weekend went well," she says when you ask her about it. "You have fun bein' a vegetable?"
"Oh, sure, I guess. What about you?"
"Ah, it was alright you know? Kinda boring," she shrugs. "But I was thinking about what you asked me on Friday? I'm free after school so if you wanna hang out..."
She lets the invite hang there and you can't help but notice the sly smile she gives you as she says it. You also remember what Caleb and your other friends have said about Dorothy and her reputation and after Saturday got you all riled up, well, you wonder if it's true and if so just how far she'd be willing to go.
But Gail... she said she was free today as well and she does have those masks. Even if you don't know who she really is but does it really matter? Wouldn't it be nice to have a girlfriend who both seems willing to go all the way and could possibly look like any girl you wanted?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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