Part XVIII - Truth So Perverted

Jeans just pulled open and throbbing dick out, the beyond-horny teenager was jarred out of the greatest moment of his life by a shocked and angry voice behind him.

“Randy! Randy Blavin! What the HELL are you doing!”

He did a staggering 180, cock bouncing and balls throbbing, and locked onto the fuming face of

“ ... Tia!”

The daughter of former Danover High star quarterback Steve Jalone stood at the top of the tool shed’s plank stairs, hands firmly planted on her hips as she gaped across at him with a horrified expression.

“I asked you a question, Randy!” she hissed dangerously, doing her best not to shout, “What are you doing?”

“Uh ... I...”

“You were about to--about to ... to do it to--with ... oh, I don’t even know what to call it!” Tia’s stomach flipflopped at the intense memory of what the tied-up hacker girl had tried to do to her so very recently.

Randy was fidgeting like crazy, the panic rising up within his gut like a howling force of nature, “Um ... T-Tia, I-”

“You--You were going to RAPE her! Randy! Admit it! You were, weren’t you!”

“Uh-”

“Don’t lie to me, Randy!” and the little brunette stalked forward, tartan skirt swaying around her bare legs, then she froze in mid-furious stride, doe eyes gone wide, “Ohmigod, you--put it away!”

“Huh?” and he followed her pale-faced gaze downwards and realized he was still fully on display, then with a rush of desperate fingers he fumbled himself back into his jeans and zipped them up so fast he nearly did himself an awful wound.

YOW! Fly burn! DUDE!

Tia threw up a disgusted splayed palm, “O-kay, that was pretty much the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed, and let me tell you, Blavin, this has been a revolting last couple of days, so you truly out-did yourself in the creepy-pervert category.”

“Shit, quit havin a cow, Jalone, it was just my dick. You can’t tell me it’s the first you’ve ever seen!”

Then he saw the deep color on her cheeks and realized she was blushing hard, “Damn ... it was the first you’ve ever seen!”

Awesome! Tia Jalone’s first dick was mine! Something to treasure!

“Just ... just shut up and get out of here, Blavin.” she waved him past her, trying not to dry heave.

His twisted grin threatened to cut off the top of his head, she was actually letting him go! Yes! And he made to charge for the steps. But as accelerating jog took him past the trim soccer player, Randy’s devious mind got the better of him and he jerked to a stop.

“Wait ... how come you’re doing this for me? You hate me.”

“And how!” Tia glared at him, “But just go. Let’s just forget any of this ever happened.”

He looked at her for a long second, then back to the comatose blonde tied up on the couch, “Hey ... what exactly did I stumble into here? You ... you’re doing something, aren’t you? Something ... wrong!”

Tia licked her suddenly very dry lips, “I ... I’m giving you the chance to g-get away with this, Blavin. So ... so you should just t-take it and go.” and she fought not to add the word ‘please’ to the end of that sentence, though on the inside she was desperately pleading with him telepathically to do just that.

Randy dragged his suspicious gaze back to her quivering one, “You don’t want any of this to get out. You’re gonna do something bad to that chick. I don’t know what, but it’s probably way worse then what I was gonna do, isn’t it?”

“P-Please ... Randy ... you have to understand-”

“Handjob.”

Tia blinked madly, “Wha--what?!”

And he planted hands on his hips and leaned back, “You want me to do you a favor, Jalone, to forget ever being up here and all this weird stuff. So, okay, I can do that. But I scratch your back, and you stroke my dick.”

She gaped at him like he’d asked her to stand on her head and sing Mary Had a Little Lamb, “I--I don’t even know how-”

“It’s easy.” and reaching down he grasped his fly and slowly pulled it downwards.

In the quiet of the old toolshed, the ratcheting sound the metal teeth made echoed up at Tia like rusty clockwork.

“No ... no way...!”

“Okay, fine.” the tall boy shrugged, “But then I’m going to find me a phone and call the cops.”

“And you’d get in huge trouble too! You were going to-”

“But I didn’t. So there’s no evidence. Thanks for interupting me just in time, by the way, heh!”

“Uh-”

“Decide, Tia. It’s not like I’m asking you for much, just a handjob.”

She glanced downwards at the protruding bulge of his underwear, then whipped her eyes back up and locked onto Randy’s gleaming ones.

I don’t have a choice here, do I?

No ... I don’t...

“All right-”

“Oh yeah! Yes!” Randy pumped the air with his fist.

“Stop that!” she snapped.

“Sorry!” he swallowed hard, scared by her tone. He didn’t want to spoil this, he didn’t want to screw it up.

Tia reached a hesitant hand downwards and with genuine disgust upon her face she gently touched the bulge. Randy moaned softly and it jerked at her through the fabric.

Holy crap! So hot!

Heart pounding in her chest, Tia gripped the elastic of his undies and tugged them down, and the shaft of his dick popped up, it’s fat head mushrooming free.

“Ugh! So gross!”

“I thought girls were supposed to like dicks.”

“Not this girl!”