On a Saturday

8:30 pm

Philadelphia PA

Standing alone in Mrs. Kelly's bedroom made Dee feel the most insecure she's felt in years. Was this a prank or a friend? She had surveyed Charlie's party guests earlier and very few people were ballsy enough to even write the note.

At first, Dee thought it really could be Mac or Charlie. Charlie was immediately eliminated, mostly because the letter was legible and he probably wouldn't sacrifice his party just to spite Dee. Mac might, but was eliminated for one of the two reasons Charlie was: the handwriting was too nice.

It could've been Mathew Mara. He used to like her, and he might want revenge for making him literally eat shit. The Christian bullshit might just be a front and he's taking down the whole gang, one by one. Another part of Dee thought that's not like Rickety Cricket. He was a better man than anyone in the gang. Besides, if it was him, he was stuck I a broken leg brace, sliding out the door.

Maybe there was someone new Dee didn't account for, or someone who got a last minute pink eye or car trouble or someone better came along. There were a lot of people better than Dee; prettier, smarter, and less troubled. Oh, yes, and may we not forget THE FUCKING GODDDAMN BACK BRACE? No one wanted a broken girl, physically or mentally, and Dee was both in one stupid, bird like package.

No, don't cry here, Dee thought, not now, think of happy things. Take a sip of the hoppy beer Charlie got. Hoppy was a letter away from happy.

"Hi," yelled a new voice. Dee screamed. He screamed back.

Dee's eyes adjusted after a few minutes, but that might've been because of the lamp turned on. Before her was a tall, manly man. He was strong, with brown hair in a pompadour type thing and big brown eyes. He had this stupid smile, contrasting his decision to wear a grungy flannel shirt. It always contrasted.

"Schmitty! What the fuck are you here for?"

"PS: Peter Schmidt."

Well, Duh.

Charlie Has a Party: Dee's Story

"So, what is it you even want from me?"

"I want to bang you to get back at your brother."

"How does that get back at Dennis?"

"Dee, incase you haven't noticed, he loves you. Not many people will let their sister near their friends. He values you, despite the insults. Wasn't he the one who first started calling you Sweet Dee?"

Dee had never thought about that. "Why would you want to get back at him?"

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On a Friday

3:30 pm

Philadelphia, PA

"Dennis," Schmitty called out to his friend.

Dennis turned to look at his friend, a slightly nervous expression on his face, "Hey, man. What's up?"

"Hey, uh," Schmitty realized Dennis seemed to be heading to their English teacher's room. The bell had rung about 15 minutes ago. "Why are you heading into Gilbert's?"

Schmitty's ear now had Dennis covering his hand around it. He whispered, "We're banging. I'll get a good word in there for you."

That was Dennis, always looking out for him, or so he thought.

Monday rolled around. Ms. Gilbert passed the quizzes back. Dennis got an A, Schmitty got a C. Either Dennis said something bad or nothing at all. Schmitty couldn't decide which was worse. He needed revenge.

The plan pretty much fell into his lap. Charlie invited him to the party, He mentioned Dee would be there, and the only logical thing was to bang Dee.

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Dennis wasn't banging the teacher. He was getting tutored. He had to keep it a secret so as not to disrupt his shine of perfection and so he could call Charlie illiterate.

"I'm not banging you to get revenge on my brother," Dee said, "but we could do sex things." She wasn't losing her virginity for revenge sake, but Schmitty was too goddamn cute to not take advantage of for this situation.

"Such as…" Schmitty prodded.

"You could ear me out."

"Can you get naked?"

"I'm keeping my bra on, you stay in your boxers or briefs or whatever, we turn out the lights, you do it under a blanket."

"Deal," said Schmitty and on they went.

Dee and Schmitty slowly undressed for each other, like a tender peep show. First, they both took off their kicks (Dee's were black, Schmitty's were blue). Then, Dee took off her shirt, revealing her neon green, lacy bra. Then Schmitty unbuttoned and took off his flannel shirt. He had a white undershirt under, relieving Dee that she wouldn't have to take off more. They both took off their jeans, revealing Dee's boy shorts that matched her bra and Schmitty's silky red boxers. Schmitty took off his white shirt, revealing a hairy chest and a slightly pudgy stomach, not unlike Charlie or Mac's. Did Dee have a type.

"Are those cutting scars?" Schmitty said, referring to Dee's thighs.

"They're old," Dee said, "and I'm quitting." At least, she's trying to quit. The last time she did that was a few weeks ago, when her mom said no one loves her. This was proving false.

Schmitty shrugged, thank God. Dee laid in Bonnie's bed, sliding off her panties and her lower half of her body under the blankets. He reached his head under, and then

Holy hell this man knew how to please! Dee let out a quiet pur when he started. With his hand, he grazed her legs, over the scars, around the skin surrounding her official "parts". It gave Dee that familiar tickly feeling, a sweetness and a turned on feeling all at the same time. She smiled and blushed.

Then came the official moment. The one where Schmitty's tongue entered Dee's pubic reason. This was a man who knew how to eat. He always beat the test of the gang in eating contests. She was immediately turned on. Dee could tell she was wet, but she didn't really feel it because of Schmitty and his eating out ways. She was feeling powerful things; painful, but still needed.

It went on like that for about 20 minutes, when they both came. The first no cloudy thought Dee had was What should we do with Schmitty's cum? He had taken care of that, in fact. Schmitty had taken his boxers off, revealing a rather nice ass, but he had cum in a dishrag. That was pleasantly resourceful.

"That was amazing," Dee said, looking for her boy shorts.

"Thanks," Schmitty said, "You weren't too bad yourself."

Too bad?

"Do you like Mac or Charlie?" he asked.

Quietly, Dee answered, "Kind of both."

At separate points of her life, Dee had a crush on each of the. Mac's was in 7th grade after he slept over and was dared to kiss her (both of their first kiss), Charlie's was sophomore year, the first time greenman was revealed. Charlie was the first person she made out with, and she assumed it was mutual. The romantic attraction faded within those years, but Dee still harbors feelings for both.

Now fully dressed, Dee and Schmitty left Bonnie's room together, to face the world as the tasted and the taster.

OK, I said who PS was. Could you avoid saying it in the comments? Muy bien!

I got my 13 year old brother into Sunny. His favorite is Rickety Cricket :)

I'm surprised how well I did here, if I do say so myself. I might edit 7 a little :p