Part XXIII - Beliefs So Tested

Okay ... what the heck am I supposed to do now?!

Tia Jalone, Danover junior league soccer champion and co-chair of her school’s purity league, stood in the attic of her family’s tool shed, staring down at the unmoving blonde girl who was draped over an old fainting couch like a sack of potatoes.

I hit her! I--I actually whacked her on the head with a cricket bat!

I’m so dead! Or, at least I’m darn lucky that Vee isn’t, oh jeez, what if I had actually KILLED her?! I could have, I definitely wasn’t thinking straight, but she made me so--so angry! I can’t believe her, Veronica is an awful, terrible person! I asked her for help in getting rid of that shower vid Kev has on me and WHAT does Nortelli do? Yep, she tries to use it against me, just like my stupid next door neighbour did, and she tried to coerce me into having ... having SEX with her!

Unbelievable! Seriously, what kind of a girl does that?! I mean a guy? Sure, loads of them are scum like Kev. Heck, even my dumb Daddy can’t keep it in his pants--ohmigod, I can’t believe I just thought that, but hey, it’s not like it isn’t true. Daddy hops from bed to bed, and seems to prefer his women to be married, like it’s a ... a turn-on.

Yuck!

But yet Daddy still has the nerve to continually nail home to me the importance of my staying pure until I am safely protected by the “sanctity” of a marriage bond.

Hah! Like he has ANY respect for what that even MEANS!

She shook her head in disgust as she stared down with dismay at Veronica’s prone body, Yeesh, men so suck. Especially blonde sixteen year old ones with camcorders, crap...

Tia sucked in a deep breath, making her high breasts swell behind the tight yellow Tweety Bird t-shirt she wore, then exhaled it back out through her nostrils in twin exasperated puffs that tickled her lips.

Okay, I need to try and focus here, ‘cause hello! Got a KO’d hacker girl sprawled over the couch before me, trussed up like a calf at the rodeo ... yeah, now that I think about it I had better untie her bonds, because unless I’m willing to actually finish the job here, you know, do her in then bury her body in the woods out back, then I need to start cleaning this up.

If that’s even possible...

She bent over Veronica and un-did the knots, and a second later she was pulling the soft nylon rope free of the older girl and spooling it up she turned away and crossed to a nearby bookshelf and stuffed it behind it, then turned back around and

OH CRAP!

“Uhhh ... what the hell h-happened...?”

Tia stood stalk-still, frozen in place, unable to even speak, as she stared at Vee, who was sitting up on the couch, rubbing at her head and blinking dully.

OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMI-

“ ... Tia? Is ... is that you?” Veronica peered through the dim light of the attic and frowned in foggy-eyed confusion.

“Um ... yes?” the little brunette was shocked to discover she still had the ability to speak.

Vee looked back and forth, “What is this place? How’d I get up here?”

She ... she doesn’t remember? Holy shi--crap! But wait--I did give her an almighty whack on the noggin with a flat bat! Oh wow, what if this is for reals?!

“You--You don’t remember?” Tia ventured carefully.

“R-Remember what?” asked Nortelli.

“You stopped by to see me, and we were talking by the fountain in my backyard, the tiles around it were wet and you--you slipped, banged your head.”

“I did?” blinked Vee, “Oww, it certainly feels like I did. Shit, I don’t remember a friggin thing! I don’t even recall even coming here. Last thing I remember was ... was eating lunch at home, and ... and ... then I just woke up now.” the punker rubbed at her temples and grit her teeth, “Uhhh, this is w-worse then a hangover.”

“You wanted to lie down so I helped you up here, and-”

“Just stop talking, girlie. Please.” sighed Vee as she staggered up onto her feet, spied the exit stairs, and started heading for them, “I ... I just need to go home. Feel like I’m gonna hurl. And I must be goin colorblind ‘cause I could swear you died your hair blue. C-ya later, moron.”

Tia watched her go, fingers and toes all mentally crossed and praying the memory loss was permanent. Then she spied Vee’s bag and snatching it up she jogged after her and caught up with her leaving the shed.

“Don’t forget this!” she pressed the black leather tote into the thin blonde’s grip.

“Right, yeah ... Thanks.” Veronica slung it over her shoulder and with a pained nod headed off through the narrow gap between the backyard maze and the hedge barrier dividing the Jalone’s from the Heterson’s.

Tia counted to a hundred just to make absolutely sure her female blackmailer was gone, then grinned like a jack’o lantern and digging in the pocket of her shorts she produced a flat black card and held it aloft triumphantly.

YES! Vee said the only copy of her vid of me and Kev was in her camcorder, and since this is it’s memory stick, then I’m in the clear! Once I bust this, Veronica’s hold on me is OVER and-

“Snatchy-snatchy!” fast fingers plucked the card from her and Tia whirled around, doe eyes wide, to see

KEV!

Her blonde nightmare of a next door neighbour grinned darkly and turned his new prize over-and-over in his hands, “Now, what might be on this? Nothing I expect you’d want anybody to see, huh, Jalone?”

“Wha--give that back!”

She grabbed desperately for it, but Kev was fast and yanked his hand behind his back, palmed her firmly back with a scowl, “Don’t get pushy, Jalone, you know I don’t like that.”

“But it’s mine-”

“Nope, it belongs to me now. At least until I copy whatever’s on it onto my laptop and take a look. Then you can have it back, ‘kay? Okay...”

Kev turned away and made to leave, but Tia’s eyes flashed and she darted forward and pushed him hard in the back, making him stumble forward. He grunted and nearly fell, staggered across the threshold of the open tool shed. Before he could recover Tia had jogged after him and jabbed a hand into the back pocket of his jeans, fished out the memory card.

She jumped back a step, grinning, as a fuming Kev recovered and turned back around, eyes narrowing dangerously, “Okay, give that back, Jalone. You know I’m the one calling the shots around here.”

“Bite me, Kev.” and she stuck out her tongue, then held up the card and broke it in half with a twist of her fingers, “Hah! So much for that!”

He glared her down, “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes and turned away, “it’s over, the cards busted.”

“It’s definitely NOT over!” and he moved forward and caught her painfully by the wrist, yanked her back around and thrust her across the floor, she slammed up against the shed’s sawhorse, gasped in pain and bent double over it.

Kev pulled the door closed and locked it, stalked across and moved up behind Tia, pressed a firm hand down on her back before she could rise back up, and pushed her down onto the plank bolted to cutting aparatus.

“You seem to have forgotten that I’m the one in charge, Jalone. Time for a reminder.” and he gripped the sides of her shorts and yanked them down her legs, taking her panties with them.

“What are y-you doing?!”

“Keep your smart mouth shut!” he dragged them off her ankles and kicked them away, pushed between her legs and undid his jeans, pulled out his already rock-hard cock. He aimed it at the narrow crack between her round little butt cheeks and gripping her waist tightly pushed the head in.

“OH!” gasped Tia as she felt his meaty knob squeeze between her buttocks and prod against the tight balloon knot of her anus, “Wait! Stop!”

“Nothing doing! You’re losing one of your virginities right here, right now!”

“Oh, please no, Kev! I--I don’t like that!”

“How do you even know you don’t if you’ve never tried it?” he pushed in, pressing the hard tip of his penis against the portal into her rectum, felt it start to give way a bit, and he grinned.

This is gonna be so good! Way better then when I did Veronica Nortelli in the butt, because she wanted it, MAN did Vee want it! What a fucking animal she was! I gotta find a way to get her to let me do that again to her! But Tia will still be way better, because she doesn’t want to, even though she has to. And that’s so damn hot...