|By : JaxRhapsody|
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Making sure he got the right drink, she gave him the drugged drink then went back, and made them both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bringing the plate, and her drink.
“How did you get so good with english,” she asked.
“I like writing. I want to books and comics.”
“That’s pretty neat.”
“Thanks. I don’t think I’ll ever be rich, but if it can help live a comfortable life, I’ll be satisfied.”
“I can see you signing books one day, just don’t give up,” she looked at him, “we should get back at it.”
Another forty five minutes goes by, she noticed he was having trouble concentrating, a big smile on her face.
“Sure… sure,” he stared at the book.
“Can I have a kiss?”
“A kiss,” she gently turned his head, bringing her lips close to his, slipping him the tongue.
His hand reaches for her chest, pushing her down on the couch, his lips slip finding her neck.
“Chuck,” she moaned, “wait. Wait, wait, wait.”
He sat up staring at her.
“Follow me,” she held out her hand.
He took her hand being lead to her bedroom. She turned around kissing him again, unbuttoning her shirt, slipping her sandals off, dropping her shorts.
“Join me, yeah?”
Charlie nodded, taking his clothes off, following her to her bed, climbing in, rubbing and touching her thighs, pushing them open, going down on her. She gasped at the feeling of his tongue on her clit.
“God damn, Chuck, I love it!”
His slow tongue work had her toes curled, and breath heavy, edging closer and closer, his hands pressed on her thighs, she let out an abrupt scream, reaching orgasm.
“I need you, Chuck,” she pleaded, “I need you in me.”
He crawled up her body, she guided him inside, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him in for a kiss. Charlie’s breath on her ear, his skin on hers, has her lost in the moment.
“You like this pussy, Babe? This feels so good.”
“It does feel good,” he started going faster.
“Whoa, fuck… okay,” she gasped.
Charlie huffed away, sitting up enough to suck on her nipples, causing her heavy moaning.
“That’s it, I love it… I’m gonna,” she moaned loud, reaching another orgasm. “Stop… I got an idea.”
Charlie pulled out, she rolled over on her stomach, propping her butt in the air.
“I’m ready for that load, you got, Chuck.”
He stared at wide butt, mounting her with a firm grasp on her hips, thrusting .
“That’s deep,” her voice cracked.
His weight behind her, pushing her face in her pillow, Patricia tightened her muscles around his cock.
“Guh… another one,” she yelped.
Charlie took a deep breath, letting out a deep moan, finally reaching climax, collapsing on top of her. They lay their catching their breath. He flopped over, she turned around to look at him.
“Isn’t this fun? C’mere, Hun,” she kissed and cuddled him for a moment.
Little did she know, her dad came home early that night, he walked in the door seeing school work all over the table, hearing her in her room, going to check in on her.
“I’m home early, Pat, there was a…,” he froze at the sight.
“Dad… shit… lemme explain!”
He rushed over, snatching Charlie up, throwing him to the floor, “boy what are you doing laid up with my daughter?! Is that Charlie?!”
Patricia jumped out of bed, diving on top of Charlie, “dad stop! Don’t hurt him!”
“Move! I’ll deal with you later… I thought this kid was better than this, out tha way, so I can learn him a thing or two!”
“No, it’s not his fault, don’t hurt him,” she pleaded.
“Now even you’re to smart to think I’ll believe he dun tripped out of his clothes and fell in.”
“I… I drugged him, okay?! I used some of your pain pills and I drugged him, so he’d have sex with me,” she cried.
“You fucking… you did what, you drugged him, so you could rape him? I can’t believe you’d do this,” he was baffled.
“Trish… what just happened,” Charlie asked.
“My god… you did!”
“Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“You don’t even know. Charlie, son; can you get your clothes on? Are ya with me Charlie?”
“Clothes? Yeah, I guess.”
Her dad grabbed his clothes, shooing Patricia out the way, dropping them on him, “go to the… any room but this one, put your clothes on, son.”
Charlie gathered his clothes, shambling out of her bedroom.
“Get some clothes on. Now!”
He stomped out of her bedroom, yelling back; “gather up them school books too!”
It seemed like a long car ride, he made her ride in the backseat, and Charlie in the front, back to the Browns.
“I am so disappointed in you, Missy. I’m going to look like a fool in front of his parents, like a bad parent.”
“You’re not a bad parent,” she sniffed.
“You did what you did, does that sound like results of good parentin’?”
They pull up in front of the Browns, all three of them walked up to the door while he knocked.
Jennifer opened the door, he handed her Charlie’s backpack.
“Jenny… well… you might wanna send your daughter upstairs before’n I explain what just happened tonight,” he solemnly spoke.
He kept his voice low as he explained what he saw, making a distraught Patricia break down in tears, explain what she did. Jennifer and Reginald were angry but understanding to Jim’s dilemma. They tried to keep their voices down, incase Sally was eavesdropping.
“I’m terribly sorry… absolutely embarrassed, ashamed. Charlie should be okay in the morning,” he explained.
“Thank you for bringing this to us, we know you do the best you can, Jimbo. We’ll make Charlie stay home, just in case,” Reginald said.
“It’s probably for the best.”
“And you, Patricia; we are utterly disappointed in you. Hormones or not, you’re one of his closest friends,” Jennifer hissed.
“I know I screwed up… I’ll do anything to make up for it,” she cried.
“You should be thankful we aren’t pressing charges, you could go to jail for this,” she replied.
“We agree to work out punishment together, give me a call, right now I don’t want to continue ruinin’ yer evening any further. I gotta get this one home for more yelling.”
“Drive safe, Jimbo,” Reginald shook his hand.
“Move yer ass Patricia Josephine Reichardt,” he growled.
The next day Charlie’s mom called in to work and explained to him what happened last night with Patricia, he was shocked, and hurt, he cried. The school had Linus bring him his homework. He promised his mom he wouldn’t tell the truth on why he wasn’t in school. He had to lie.
Charlie was back in school the day after, not knowing what was going to happen with Patricia, he saw her at lunch sitting by herself.
“Why is Trish sitting by herself,” Schroeder wondered.
“That’s really odd, and she looks really depressed,” Linus added.
“She screwed around and got on a heavy punishment, and that’s all you need to know on the matter, please don’t pry any further,” Marcie laid out.
“Heavy punishment,” Linus questioned.
“You do not need to know, it is a private matter,” she ordered.
Leaving lunch to go back to their classes, Charlie called after Marcie.
“Marcie… do you…,” he started.
“Yes, I know, Charles,” she turned around.
“I just can’t believe it.”
“I never thought she’d be so brash,” she shook her head, “she told me what she did, and I am totally livid. She said she feels like shit for what she did. I know you have a kind heart, Charles; I still would not be surprised if even you never forgave her.”
“I just don’t know why.”
“She told me it was an accident the first time, she wanted to confess her love for you and drugged her own drink, to loosen up. Then she took advantage of you. I thought it’d be best for you to know.”
“It happened twice,” he held his face.
“I’m so sorry Charles,” she hugged him “I really am sorry that happened to you. She took your choice away.”
“Thank you, Marcie,” he hugged her back.
“I know it’s not the best time to say this, but I’ve liked you too,” she let go, “but I will never do that to you. If you never want to be more than friends; I can honestly accept that, and what you need right now are good friends.”
“Thank you Marcie.”
“Now we should get back to class before we’re late.”
Charlie trudged through the school day with these thoughts on his mind, just skirting by. He couldn’t wait to get home, making an effort to do so, until he saw Lucy.
“Hey Champ,” she smiled.
“Oh, hey Lucy,” he sighed.
“Join me, won’t you?”
He froze, had forgotten it had been two days already. Not in the mood, but knowing she would make it worse, somehow worse than it already was, just decided to give in.
“Such a gentleman,” she hooked her arm with his.
“Why can’t you just do this without our deal?”
“Because what would I get out of it?”
“A friend, a real one.”
“Oh Charlie… I have enough of them,” she lead him to the closet.
He sighed in the cramp space.
“What do you want, want me to pull my tits out,” she stood akimbo, “play with them, suck on them?”
“I’ll give you a handjob afterwards- but nothing past that, this one time.”
“Nah, lets just do it,” he sighed.
“That’s the spirit,” she dropped her shorts.
Leaning on the sink with her legs spread, he pulled her thong to the side and went to work on his knees.
“Fuh… at least you know you’re good at one… thing,” she breathed, “damn… you really are good.”
He’s just hoping she cums quick like last time, just then, one of the janitors opens the door.
“What the hell,” he gasped.
Lucy was stunned, Charlie turned around and started crying.
“Get yourselves together and come with me to the office,” he demanded, shutting the door.
“Well fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why are you crying, Charlie?!”
The Janitor marched them quickly to the office, straight to the principle, where he explained what he saw them doing, Lucy looked annoyed, Charlie continued to cry.
“This is no place for such crude acts, and you’re both too young to be acting on these urges,” he scolded.
“Please… we’re both almost eightteen. Crybaby over there is older than me.”
“We may often look past hand holding, and kissing you couples do, but… coitus of any kind on school grounds is out of line. Wh-why is your boyfriend crying?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“What’s your name, son?”
“Charlie Brown,” he sniffed.
“You don’t seem to be too proud of yourself, you act like she made you do it.”
“Shut up, Charlie,” she hissed.
“How did she make you do something you could walk away from?”
“Charlie, just shut up and take the detention.”
“Oh no, maam, I need the truth here, you wait outside, while I talk to this young man,” he ordered.
She got up, giving Charlie a death stare, slamming the door behind her.
“You didn’t want to do it, did you? Be honest, I know boys will be boys, but somethings amiss here.”
“Lu-Lucy promised not to bully me anymore… if… if… I did that. I thought it was… was fine until what happened with another friend.”
“Lucy coerced you in to… that… so she wouldn’t bully you,” he sat back shaking his head.
“I’m sorry I did it… I told her we sh-shouldn’t have here, I don’t want to get expelled!”
“Charlie, Charlie, you’re not in trouble,” his voice soft, “we try not to victim blame in this school. That’s what we call rape with coercion; the victim is feeling left without a choice, such as to get a job, or an extension on due rent… or in this case; in trade for safety.”
With the word “rape” coming from the principles mouth, Charlie fell apart, “this is happening again,?! Why is it happening to me?!”
“Again? This has happened before?”
Charlie told him what happened the night before he was out of school. The Principle was stunned that two girls would pray on this kid. He called Charlie’s parents, to explain, and Lucy’s parents. When Reginald arrived, Charlie was still distraught, he kept grasp of his composure as much as he could after the principle explained what happened, Monty and Julia were pissed, putting it lightly. After an exchange of apologies, Charlie and Reginald left. The principle suggested they transfer her to the all girls school in the district for the rest of high school, with mandatory classes for domestic violence and anger management.
Later in the evening, The Van Pelts had a nice chat with the Brown’s, explaining on what they planned on doing, they apologized to Charlie, this prompted the Brown’s to bring up what happened between him and Patricia, since Charlie accidentally told the principle, calling Jimbo on the phone, he thought it was a good idea to have her at least transfer to the school, and take the domestic violence class, the Browns and Van Pelt’s offered to pitch in, if he needed it. Sally had happened to hear this going on, and there was no keeping it a secret now, it had grown too big. They agreed that Charlie was going to see a therapist to help him through this and his other issues.
Their friends were told what happened, and were stressed to keep it to themselves, but Violet, Frieda, and Patty demanded to know what happened to their friend, why Charlie had the nerve to have her sent away, from how they took it, so Linus was cleared by Charlie to tell them what happened, leaving the girls in shock, and tears. Violet said she might not come out on top, but she was going to give Lucy a piece of her mind, when she saw her, and he needn’t worry about them giving him any more problems. The first day Lucy and Patricia saw each other in school, and word got out what both did, in guilt ridden anger, Patricia promptly beat Lucy up. After a year of therapy, Charlie seemed to be more well-adjusted than he had been.
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