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Subject: NEW STORY: Jade Part 1 (mf,teen)

Well, it's been a while, but I've begun work an a series. This is Part
One, and Part Two is in the works. Depending on reader response, Part Two
(and so forth) could see the light of day by the end of the week or the
end of the century. It's up to you.

I'd prefer email responses to posts, but whatever you do, DON'T POST
RESPONSES TO ALT.SEX.STORIES! Use alt.sex.stories.d; that's what the damn
thing is for!

    This is fiction, of course, and is not intended to correspond to
anybody I know, or anybody _you_ may know. This story is copyright 1993
by John W. Elmore Jr. and I retain all rights to this piece of work. This
story may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my
_express, written permission_; you may keep a copy on disk or paper for
your own pleasure, or to share. You can pass it around if you like it --
with this header intact -- just don't charge (or change) anything!

JADE Part 1

    God, relationships suck.
    I know, this isn't the greatest way to begin my story, but after
looking back on my relationship with Jade I came to that soul-stirring
conclusion. You know the term "star-crossed lovers?" Well, I guess that's
as nice a way to describe our relationship as anything.
    What? (chuckle) No, Jade isn't her real name. It's Mary Margaret.
Is that corny or what? Her friends started calling her Jade because her
favorite color is green -- especially that shade of emerald green that
reflects from her eyes.
    Yeah, she's really pretty all right. When I met her, she was about
5'9" and a trim 120 pounds. She told me she used to be a cheerleader, and
she still worked out now and again. "There's a lot of competition out
there, and you have to keep that edge if you want to catch a guy!" she
told me once. I couldn't believe it; even back then she seemed
so...worldly. She was shapely for her age; she loved to tan at the beach
(although judging from her tan lines she either went when no one else was
around, or had a nice private shoreline she never shared) and the sun
gave her blonde hair some pretty highlights.
    Anyway, you want to know how it went with Jade? Well, we met
when...
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    Erick checked himself in the mirror one last time. He was worried;
this was his first day as a tutor for the local high school, and he
didn't want to mess it up. Since he had to leave school because his
father died, he had to start paying his own way -- Mom would be busy
supporting his brother and sister -- and while working at the grocery
would be okay for this semester, he figured tutoring kids after hours
would be a good way to make some money on the side. Fortunately, he was
halfway through his junior year, so it wouldn't take more than three
years to finish; he could work during the fall and go to school during
the spring.
    Erick put on his denim jacket and left. He got into his car and
started to leave, then he remembered something.
    He went back into the house, picked up the telephone and hit the
auto-dial. The phone rang a few times, then an answering machine picked
up. "Hello, you've reached Leslie's apartment. I can't come to the phone
right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you."
    "Leslie, this is Erick. I might be late for that dinner you
promised me; I'm just leaving now, and I don't know how long this first
meeting will take. Love you, honey..." and he hung up.
    He got back into the car and headed for the high school.

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    Erick stood up and got up in front of the classroom. The six
teenagers stopped whatever they were doing and looked at him.
    "Hi. I'm Erick, and you've been assigned to my tutorial group for
this semester. Now, it hasn't been that long since I was in high school,
and I remember hating my math tutor. I hope that you'll think slightly
better of me."
    "I was told by the principal that in order to help you guys best,
we could schedule this whenever we wanted. I work during the days, and I
assume you guys are in class" -- the kids laughed knowingly -- "so that's
obviously out. If we can come up with a regular time, that would be
great. If for some reason you're not able to come to our regular session,
come talk to me and we can work something out."
    "Now, let's take roll, and make sure everyone is here."
    "Jason--" a tall boy in a varsity letter jacket looked up.
    "Kirk--" Jason's friend raised his hand and sighed like it was the
last thing in the world he wanted to do.
    "Amy--" a red-headed girl looked at him and said "Here."
    "William--" a black teenager, also in a letter jacket, looked up
and said "Uh, that's Will."
    "Tracy--" the girl sitting next to Will said "Here."
    "and...Mary--" the last girl didn't raise her hand.
    "You're not Mary?" She said "No, I'm Jessica."
    Erick looked at the list. "Well, Jessica, you're not on the list.
I don't know what--"
    Suddenly the door opened. A young woman with slightly wavy blonde
hair came in. "Are you Mr. Johnson?"
    "Yes, but you can call me Erick. Are you Mary?"
    "Yes, but no one calls me that. I'm Jade."
    Erick nodded in acknowledgment
    Jade looked at Jessica. "Jessica, you're supposed to be in Mr.
Talbot's session. I guess they changed the assignment." Jessica gathered
her stuff up and left. Jade sat down next to Jessica's desk.
    "Well, now that we're all here, let's figure out when we want to
meet..."

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    Erick was headed to Leslie's apartment. He sighed; this wasn't
going to be as easy as this had looked. Everybody had their own schedule
-- Jason, Kirk and Will had basketball practice, Tracy had to work on the
weekends, Amy had theater practice after dinner, and Jade had to go home
after school -- so instead of making it a weekly two-hour session, he
decided to meet with each of them for an hour. Jade was the only problem;
she said that her father didn't like her out after school, so she'd have
to sneak out. When Erick offered to talk to her father, she got a
panicked look on her face and sputtered, "No, he won't understand. Trust
me. It'll be easier if I sneak out." Erick was skeptical, but Jade looked
so desperate that he agreed.
    The problem was, since Jade didn't know when she could sneak out,
she'd call him from a pay phone after she got out of the house. Which
meant Erick would have problems making plans with Leslie. "Oh, well, if
it gets to be a problem, then I'll have to work something else out with
Jade."
    He pulled into the parking lot behind the apartment complex. He
quickly climbed the stairs and knocked on Leslie's door.
    Leslie came to the door; she was wearing a bathrobe tied at the
waist. "Erick! You're early!"
    Erick grinned. "So should I go home then?" Leslie slapped him on
the stomach. "You do and I'll never forgive you. Come in here; I've got a
surprise for you."
    Erick came in and took his shoes off while Leslie padded off to
the bedroom. "So how are your kids, Erick?"
    Erick sighed. "This isn't going to be much fun. I'm going to be
meeting with them for an hour each, instead of two hours a week. And
there's this girl Jade. She says she has to sneak out of her house, so
she'll be coming over at different times of the week."
    Leslie stopped. "She's going to be coming over to your apartment?"
    Erick looked at her. "Is that a note of jealousy I hear?"
    Leslie threw a towel at him from the bedroom. "Don't flatter
yourself, bucko. I just want you to be careful. I've heard of some
problems with kids from the high school -- teachers being accused of
molesting students and all that."
    Erick thought about it. "If you want, I can tell her that she
should find someone else to help her." Leslie shrugged. "I don't care.
Just be careful."
    Erick got up and tiptoed to the bedroom door. He peeked around the
door frame. Leslie was wearing a black garter belt and pantyhose -- with
no panties -- and a matching black lace bra. Erick grinned evilly. Leslie
had never worn a garter belt for him before; this was obviously her
surprise.
    The black brassiere cupped her pert breasts, and the garter belt
rode a little high on her shapely hips. Leslie's brown hair, normally
immaculately styled -- Leslie was more than a little obsessed with
looking good --  now hung in damp curls from her head.
    Erick creeped up behind her. She was rummaging through her closet
looking for a dress. He threw his arms around her waist and kissed her on
the neck.
    "YIE! Erick, you idiot!" She squirmed around and thumped him on
the chest again. "So I take it you want to wait for dinner?"
    Erick looked thoughtful. "Well, I guess if you if you want to
wait..."
    "There you go again -- trying to guess what I'm thinking.
Actually, the lasagna needs to cool. So..." She wrapped her arms around
his neck and kissed him.
    Erick returned the kiss, his hands reaching up to unclasp her bra.
"This is a nifty treat. Where did you get this?"
    "Victoria's Secret, of course. You want to talk, or what?" Leslie
reached down and slipped her hand between his legs. "No, you _definitely_
don't want to talk..."
    As they kissed again, Leslie undid Erick's pants and slid them
down to his hips. His jockey shorts couldn't contain his erect cock any
longer, and it bulged out past the waistband. "You know, you should
really think of switching to boxers. I find them _so_ sexy..." she took
her fingernails and dragged them up the shaft of his penis, teasing the
head.
    Erick sighed and helped get her bra the rest of the way off. He
bent over and kissed her left tit, then her right. Leslie let her head
roll back, and she moaned as Erick kissed around the nipples, and over
her shoulders. Her other hand slipped down and pulled his pants
completely off. He stepped out of them and removed his underwear as well.
    While he licked and teased her breasts, her left hand began to
massage his scrotum. Her right hand began sliding up and down the shaft,
slowly jacking him off.
    Erick stood up straight and swept Leslie into his arms. He carried
her over to the bed and lay her down. He started to undo the garters, but
she stopped him. "No. I want to leave them on for now..." Erick shrugged
and pushed her legs apart. He kissed her navel, and slowly left a trail
of kisses down between her legs. He could smell her excitement, and
decided to test the waters first. He reached down and spread her pussy
with his fingers, and began to slowly probe her. She was slick, and the
muscles of her vagina twitched and contracted on his fingertip.
    Erick withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue. He
teased her quivering clitoris, alternately licking it and sucking lightly
on it. Leslie began to gasp and her fingers ran through his hair, pushing
his face between her legs.
    It wasn't long before Leslie began to moan and writhe in the face
on an oncoming orgasm. Erick had watched this routine many times, and
could almost time every grunt, every gasp.
    So he knew when to stop.
    Erick took Leslie's hands and, pulling away from her moist crotch,
reached up and pinned them up by her head. He stared into her eyes,
reading the mixture of passion and confusion.
    Leslie couldn't stop now; she was too far along. She grasped
Erick's cock and pulled him close to her. She fumbled for a second, then
insert his shaft between her legs. Erick took the hint, but was having
too much to play along easily.
    Leslie bucked her hips, trying to devour Erick's cock with her
pussy, but he smiled and inched himself in. After torturing her with
several long, slow strokes, Erick thought it was time to finish her off.
He slowly increased his stroking, and Leslie responded, bucking and
raking her fingernails up and down his back. He felt her climbing up the
orgasmic curve, and when she hit the crest, he plunged himself in,
burying his cock deep into her, his pubic hair curling around hers.
    Leslie screamed with pleasure. Erick withdrew himself and plunged
back in, his savage pumping bringing her to several more orgasms and
beginning his own. Erick gasped and grunted as his come boiled out of his
erect, quivering penis and coated the inside of Leslie's pussy. Leslie
cooed and sighed as she felt his cock twitching and his hot semen filing
her
    Finally, her pleasure centers overloaded, Leslie's body slumped
against the mattress. Erick fairly collapsed on top of her, barely
supporting himself on his elbows. He felt himself grow soft inside of
her, and withdrew his shrinking member.
    He lay there, holding her in his arms. After Leslie's breathing
returned to normal, she rolled over and lay on top of him.
    "You up for that lasagna now?"
    Eric sighed. "I don't think the word 'up' should be used to
describe _anything_ at this point." She grinned. He slipped out from
underneath her, and padded off to the shower.

END OF PART ONE