The Prom Queen's Scepter

The Prom Queen's Scepter
by AladdinAbu
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~~~~~~~~~[PART 3: She Has A Kink]

"Hey, handsome."

By this point, Libby Chessler was really beginning to worry about herself. So far as the student body knew, she was an independant woman who had no need for a romantic partner, but she idly flirted with the boys because it amused her.

The rapidly-cementing reality, however, was that she not only wasn't so independant, but she wasn't even a WOMAN. With the ugly man-stalk that had shot up like a strangling weed from the ashes of her dearly-departed vagina, Libby had already invaded the moistened slits of two of Westbridge High's young ladies - one of whom was her friend, the other her bitter enemy. Libby had been certain that if she had any wish, she would wish for it to go away, but that was no longer the case. Now she was more tempted to wish that the two girls - make that THREE, all including - that knew of her condition would get amnesia. She'd rather live with the new appendage than be cleansed of it but have to live with their knowing any of this had ever happened.

No matter. Sabrina would never tell; she was a saint, and annoyingly so. Jill and CC? As long as she kept her mouth shut, they would - though the time would probably come when they would threaten to expose her if she didn't provide the same services as in the locker room. CC was less likely to blab, and Jill was more manipulative... but either way, if she put out they'd keep the secret, so no big stress there.

And since her secret was safe for the time being, there was business as usual to tend.

"Hey, Libby," Harvey Kinkle said with a big grin. Oh, how she loved that smile of his! "What's up?"

"I see Mizz Spellman's not with you today," she said smoothly as she slid into the vacant seat across from his. "Trouble in paradise?"

He shrugged as he stirred his root beer float with a straw. "Ah, she's not feeling too good. I offered her a bite of my summer sausage to settle her stomach... and that's why the janitor has to stay late tonight."

Libby tried to smile, even though she felt terrible. Sabrina had seen the big hunk of meat headed her way and been forcibly reminded of what Libby forced her to do. ON ACCIDENT - it hadn't been intentional. Still, the damage was done, and the hopeless freak was scarred for life. "Gee, too bad. Oh well. That just means I get you all to myself today."

"Your friends are waiting for you, though," Harvey said - and Libby cringed when she saw Jill pat the seat next to her. That was fine, but the wink just looked WRONG.

"Forget them," she said blithely, waving at them. CC waved back, grinning from ear to ear, but Jill looked annoyed. "We just spent all of cheerleading practice together. I'm all about you right now. What's bothering Harvey?"

He sighed. "Well... it's just that my dad's been hounding me to do better on the football field. 'Your future's riding on that pigskin,' he keeps saying. But how can I do any better if I don't even get to play?"

"Aww," she soothed. "Well, why don't I treat you to pizza? That should at least perk up your day a little."

The smile was somber, but still a smile. "Thanks, Libby. Man, I don't know why Sabrina acts like you're the Antichrist."

Libby smirked. "Indeed. I'll be right back." She went up to the counter and paid for a large with the works, but when she turned to find her way back to Harvey's side, Jill caught her by the elbow. "What?"

"Why are you bothering with Harvey?" she hissed in a low voice. "He's never going to accept you the way you are NOW."

Libby swallowed. She'd been trying not to think about her condition, but that didn't make Jill's point any less valid. "Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Guess I'm going to find out."

"But you don't even need him anymore! Not when you have us."

"No, I do not!" she hissed back. "Listen- I still think Harvey's totally dateable, and I therefore intend to pursue him. Just because we did some... extracurricular activities with CC after practice doesn't mean we're some weird polygamous cluster!"

Jill pouted. "Aww, aren't we, though?"

"NO!"

Now Jilly really did frown, disappointed. "Oh. Well... I know you said that before, I guess I just hoped... I mean, that was WAY fun in there! Why mess with success?"

"Look. I like you guys; you're still my friends. I'm even willing to forget how you CONNIVED your way into my panties because I know you honestly thought I'd be interested. But don't keep thinking I'm some big horndog who'll bang anything that moves; it's not how I work and it's not how I feel. So in the future, we will continue to hang out in a strictly non-sexual capacity, but the minute you start fondling my furlong then I'm calling it a night. Clear?"

They stood there for a tense moment; Libby could see Jill's mind working furiously, trying to find a loophole or think of a worthy threat. But in the end, she sighed, and with it went all her fire. "Okay, Libby... I- I'm sorry. God, I just wanted a turn riding the rocket; CC got to."

Libby patted her cheek. "Maybe for your birthday." She started to walk away, then hesitated. "That... was a joke. You do understand it was a joke, right?"

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"Ahh, their pizza always hits the spot."

Libby grinned back at him. It had been a perfect evening; while waiting on their pizza, Jill and CC had ducked out, giving her a thumbs up for good luck. Since then, it had been just her and Harvey, chatting, flirting... okay, so most of the flirting was on Libby's part, but that didn't diminsh how much fun she was having.

"Tell you what," she said, leaning in so he could get a good view of her cleavage. "There's a quaint little ice cream stand that just opened up on the other side of town. Word is they serve mango-tapioca-fudge."

"Ooh," Harvey said, eyes glazing over. "That sounds... gross, but satisfying."

"Yep, that's what I hear. Interested?"

He had already jumped up and grabbed his letterman jacket when he paused, squirming. "Wait a minute, though... that would start turning this into more of a date if we went there together."

"So?"

"So I'm already dating Sabrina. I won't do that to her."

Libby shrugged. "Fine. I was going to treat you to the ice cream, also... but I can see you won't be bought." She shrugged. "Sorry. Guess I was having such a nice time with you that I forgot you were her property."

"Exactly." Then he faltered, "Well, I'm not her PROPERTY, exactly... it's not like that."

"More like a housetrained pet?" When Harvey scowled at her, she laughed. "Hey, if you aren't allowed to grab some ice cream with a friend, then you really are being kept on a short leash, Fido."

Harvey thought about that for a moment. "You know something? You're right. It can't hurt anything to go for dessert." As he shrugged into his jacket, he said, "Just remember that it doesn't mean anything else, okay?"

"You got it, tough guy."

And off they went. The ice cream was delicious; Libby opted for a more traditional strawberry, while Harvey tried the previously-mentioned abomination. Still, they tasted each other's flavors, and though his made her feel like finding an airsick bag she couldn't feel too unhappy since she'd shared it with him. It was progress.

Finally, they got two more small cups to go and Libby drove off... but instead of taking him to his car at the Slicery, they ended up at-

"The Knoll?" Harvey asked, confused, while Libby put the brake on. "What are we doing here?"

Libby shrugged as he looked around at all the parked cars with steamed windows apprehensively. "You tell me. I just wanted to enjoy the wooded surroundings and starry skies for a while, and thought you might like to enjoy them with me."

"Can you just take me back to my car, please?" he asked her in a flat voice. "This wasn't part of the deal."

"Come on, just a little while? I promise I will be a true lady; no over-eager gestures, no groping, just... relax."

Harvey pursed his lips, staring down at his ice cream. "Well, okay, fine. But if you break that promise-"

"Not even a possibility."

As Harvey nodded and stirred the tiny cup with the plastic spoon, Libby thought to herself, 'This is perfect! I've finally got Harvey all to myself, in a romantic setting, on a clear night! So what if my body is... slightly different than it was yesterday? It doesn't seem like the end of the world when I've got this cutie patootie sitting in my passenger's seat!'

She watched him eat the ice cream, studying his bone structure, the waves in his hair, his barrel chest. She'd always had a thing for him. If only Sabrina hadn't meddled in her affairs and gotten herself latched onto his arm - but no, no thinking of Sabrina. That was a dire mistake, given what had passed between them in the bathroom.

It wasn't Sabrina she wanted - and certainly not Jill or CC. Harvey was the one.

"So I've been thinking about your father," she began, mostly as an excuse to talk to him. "Maybe you should quit the team."

"Are you NUTS?!" Harvey asked, shocked. "Why the hell would I do that?!"

Libby squirmed. His reaction was even more violently negative than she'd expected. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not exactly a shining star out there. But if you quit, it might show your dad that you have a mind of your own. A little backbone goes a long way."

"I can't quit the team!" he blustered. Then he turned, a thousand-yard stare developing in his twinkling eyes. "Gosh... I don't even know what I'd do without football. I might only be second-string but at least I get to wear the jersey."

God, he was so dreamy - and dedicated. Maybe it meant he was a glutton for punishment, but she did have to respect his resilience. If any of the other players played so badly and spent as much time warming the bench as Kinkle, they would have quit a long time ago, but he never let it bother him. "Hmm. Then maybe you could just TELL him you quit, that you want to... I dunno, join FBLA."

At that, he smiled slightly. "Who, me? A businessman? Nah. My head's too full of sports scores and genetic predisposition toward the extermination racket."

"Harvey, you are far too modest. You could probably become a top CEO of a fortune 500 enterprise if you only had a little more ambition. But either way, you don't really have to join; just SAY you are, stand up to your father so he can at least see that his son can make his own decisions."

At that, he began to nod. "It might work. Or it might get me a butt-whooping, but at least I'd be getting one for standing up to my old man, which would kind of be worth it, I guess."

"See? Go get 'im, tiger."

He reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder - and her heart skipped a beat. "Thanks, Libby. For listening to me gripe and complain."

"Anytime," she whispered with a smile. They continued to stare into each other's eyes for a long moment, and Libby began to feel warm. But just when she was debating her chances of getting a kiss if she leaned in for one, he pulled back and reached for the door.

"Hey, I gotta go take a leak in the bushes. Keep an eye out for cops for me?"

"Uhh, sure." And then he was gone.

Great. Stupendous. A magic moment ruined by the boy's bladder. Libby collapsed back against the headrest as she sighed, staring after where Harvey had retreated. So much for romance.

But as she watched, she saw something that was almost as good as romance. Harvey's dick.

Thoroughly taken aback, Libby blinked and rubbed her eyes, then looked again; no, it was no mirage. There was Harvey Junior for all the world to see. Or for her to see, at least. His smooth, semi-flaccid penis was hanging out of his jeans fly. She couldn't see the rest of him because he was obscured by trees, but there was the most perfect hole in the bush that he THOUGHT was shielding him from view. As she looked on in wonder, a few fingers appeared on its side, and a golden stream shot from the tip. It was a pretty decent consolation prize.

As she watched him water the plants, the familiar sensation began to build in the pit of her stomach; she liked what she saw, and that was both good and bad. With a gulp, she felt her own soft flesh begin to awaken. This was dangerous. Maybe his pee was longer due to one too many root beers, but it wouldn't be so long that she could make her own evil dick go back to a state of rest before he finished up. So she tried to force her mind away from that, to think about school, or cheerleading... but both brought about those fresh memories of other encounters, which only made things worse. And all the while, she couldn't tear her gaze away from that sleek, beautiful cock of the man she most desired...

The sound of underbrush crunching under his shoes snapped her out of her trance. Hastily, she held her cup of melting ice cream over the center of her lap as the passenger door opened.

"Ahh, that's better."

"Welcome back," she said without looking in his direction.

"Hey, do you mind if I try that tutti-frutti? Their ice cream must have crack in it, I keep wanting thirds and fourths."

"Sure." But when nothing else happened, she glanced at him to see his eyebrows were raised. "What?"

"Well, aren't you gonna hand it to me so I can try it? I mean, if you don't wanna share, just say so."

Libby smiled, thought for a second, and held it up just right so her hand would still be obstructing anything he might accidentally see. "Sorry." He reached for the cup and tried to take it, but she wouldn't let go. "I'll hold it for you."

"Uhh... okay." He seemed a little surprised, but not enough to keep him from picking up the spoon and taking a little bite. "Mm, hey, I think I like that."

"Me too," she said, watching him lick his lips. Oh, this was SO problematic!

"Gotta remember that place and take Sabrina there." As she returned her hands to her lap, he asked, "Are you okay? You seem kinda jumpy all of a sudden."

"N-no, I'm fine," she lied as she stirred her ice cream - and her fumbling fingers knocked the spoon out of the cup and onto her skirt. "Oh, shoot, now look what I did. Butterfingers!"

"Hey, let me get that," he said, reaching over with a napkin in hand as she replaced the spoon. Libby smiled at his chivalrous behavior - right up until it dawned on her that there was an extremely valid reason that she ought to be derailing it.

"WAIT, STOP, I CAN-"

Too slow.

"What's..."

They were frozen like two statues, Libby's free hand an inch or two above Harvey's wrist, his hand and napkin pushing into her crotch. Seconds stretched on as if they were hours, and Libby felt her eyes slowly clamp shut as she waited for it to happen.

"What IS that?"

"Oh..." It was all she could make come out of her mouth. There were other, better things to say, wittier things or more profound things, but that was it. She was busted.

Even worse was the way a second later Harvey yanked up her skirt and pulled down her panties, just enough to let the erect rod pop out into the air. She'd hoped he would be gentlemanly enough not to do that, but apparently that was a vain hope. He then let both go and jumped back as he yelped, "HOLY SHIT!"

"Ah..."

"Libby, you're a- you have a- you're a DUDE!"

"Yeah," she managed to come up with at last. Crappy comeback, and not quite true, but at least it was a word.

"Whoa," he breathed, almost as amazed as he was alarmed and disgusted. "I... god, didn't see THAT one coming."

"Ahh," she managed to sob as she buried her face in her hands. "No... no, no, NO, no, NOOOO!"

"I- it's okay!" he frantically soothed, patting her on the shoulder - just barely touching it as little as he could while still technically comforting her. "Well, of course you're a guy, it's... that's fine, no big deal, right? Please don't cry!" When this changed nothing, he shifted in his seat for a few more seconds before he said, "Okay, I... I guess since I just found out it's probably a secret, and I'm not supposed to know. But I swear I won't tell."

"That's not it!" she screamed into her palms. "You... I didn't want you to know... you're the last person I wanted to find out!"

Harvey gulped. "Why?"

"Because I like you, that's why! I always have... I've always had a huge crush on you, and I know that truthfully part of the reason it developed so deeply is because Sabrina took you out of my reach, but I- th-that doesn't mean I didn't really like you for YOU, and now... now you know, and it's over, it's all over!"

"Libby-"

"And you saw it," she said as she realized it, eyes going wide as her sobs stemmed. "You actually... it's bad enough you know, but you know what it LOOKS LIKE. My disfigured body..."

"Libby, don't worry so much," he said nervously, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he shifted in his seat again. "I mean, I only saw it for a split second, I doubt I could pick yours out of a lineup."

Libby tugged at her hair. "GOD! Harvey, I wanted you to be with me someday! To maybe get a hotel room with you on prom night and- and- but who am I kidding? I have THIS! God, I must be the stupidest girl in Westbridge, what is WRONG with me?"

"Is..." Harvey swallowed, glancing out the windows as if there were reporters with long-range listening devices everywhere. "Okay, don't think I'm weird for asking, but... is there any specific reason it was... y'know..."

It was very tempting for her to lie to him, but she figured as long as he had this much inside info she might as well. "When you went to take a whiz. I saw your... well, I didn't mean to, but the bush had a bare patch."

Again he swallowed, hand absentmindedly feeling along the door handle as if he wanted to run. "So... it's because you saw me? Really?"

"It's... um, you look pretty big, even without being hard." Being forced to think about it again was almost enough to make her spring right back up again. She thought that would be a shame, since the only good aspect of this conversation was that it had deflated the accursed thing. "So yeah, it's pleasing to my eyes."

"Great, I guess." He shifted uncomfortably. "Look... this is gonna sound mean, and you're probably gonna hate me for it, but I'd really like-"

"No, it's okay," she sighed, lip quivering as she gripped the steering wheel. "I can take you back to your car. I'm sure you'd rather be anywhere else right now."

Harvey cleared his throat. "Actually, I was gonna ask if... I could see it again."

Libby's eyes snapped up. "What?! I m-mean... no way. Why?"

"Maybe this is stupid, but..." He paused to shurg and run a hand over his face. "I dunno, you're so girly, I mean really, REALLY girly. It's like, I'm 99% positive this is real, but that one percent left won't let me give up on the hope that I'm on Candid Camera."

After a few seconds, Libby nodded; she hated the thought of voluntarily SHOWING it to him, but was so relieved that he wasn't trying to kill her or take pictures to sell to the highest bidder that she was willing to do that much. Therefore, she tucked the hem of her skirt into her blouse and slowly slid her panties to her ankles.

"Whoa, I- wow," he breathed, turning his head quickly. "I g-guess I wasn't expecting you to take them off."

"Sorry," she breathed heatedly. She then closed her eyes and bit her lip, and hard; she was straining with every fiber of her being not to get aroused again, not right in front of his face. He wasn't trying to get with her, he didn't want to help her whack off, so in what way had he earned such an ugly sight? All he wanted was to double-check the validity of her Miracle-Gro member.

Then she felt his fingers on it. He was barely touching her at all, moving things so gently she could almost swear it was a light breeze instead, but he moved her limp self from side to side, raised her sack, tugged on it. A point came when he must have been satisfied that it was real, because his hand disappeared. After a few seconds of silence, she chanced a look and saw he was pretty much just staring intently at it. She waited, but nothing happened, so she whispered, "Well?"

"Uh... it's there, allright." He coughed into his fist. "Sorry, don't know what else to say. It's nice."

"NICE?! Are you kidding? It's grotesque!"

"Nah," he said with a nervous shrug, rubbing his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans. "What I meant was, yeah, it's weird that you have one, but it looks okay... y'know, for what it is. I mean, it could be all veiny, or lumpy or something. I dunno."

Libby smiled. He was actually being really cool about this, even though he was obviously losing his grip. So she touched his forearm and muttered, "Harvey, this is exactly why I've always liked you. Nobody could ever accuse you of being a meanie."

"Mm," he replied noncommitally.

After a second or two of neither of them talking, Libby noticed he was still shifting in his seat. Was he not as okay as he claimed? Maybe he had to pee again. But with that thought, her eyes discovered that it wasn't that exactly. He was hard.

"Harvey?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you..." She stopped short. What kind of lame question was that? Duh, he was hard, it was as plain as the tent in his trousers. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sure, fine."

Carefully, she studied his face, watching every twitch and movement. His eyes kept going to her exposed genitals, but only for the most fleeting of nanoseconds; he spent the rest of the time gazing around at the scenery. And still his arousal persisted. "Hey... you can talk about it if you want. I'm here."

"No, that's okay, really. I'd rather not."

Her heart fluttered as she watched him struggling. "Harvey, do you maybe... like boys?"

"NO!" he growled, face contorting with indignation. "No way, never have! What makes you ask me that?"

"Because you keep looking at me, and I think you're enjoying it too much." When he gulped, she rushed ahead, "And that's okay! It's totally fine, you know that, right?"

"I don't... like boys," he told her doggedly... though there was a note of uncertainty in his words.

"Maybe not, but you like SOMETHING," she said, boldly shifting her hand from his arm to his codpiece. His whole body tensed, and his eyes squeezed shut. "About me?"

"Libby, come on, cut it out." He put his hand on hers to push it away, but his push was so devoid of real conviction that he couldn't even move her - and she wasn't resisting at all. "I... come on, why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not. But you seem really scared. Scared that you're excited. But if you ARE excited, then that means whatever you may be thinking about, fantasizing about, must not be all that wrong. Trust your body." He made absolutely no move, so she flipped her hand and caught the back of his, moving it over to her lap. "Come on... do you mabye want to touch me again?"

"I... no, I don't!"

"Okay." She put his hand down on her thigh, and she felt her libido flare up, but she found the strength within herself to keep from letting it pierce through. "You're so close now that it's easy, but I'm not gonna force you. But I... if you need to explore me again, I want you to know that I'm giving you permission."

A full minute passed. She was positive he wasn't ready to do anything, that he would eventually just fold his arms and tell her to take him back to the Slicery. Then, his chest heaving so much she was afraid he'd give himself a heart attack, he let his fingertips slide further left and close around her.

"It's so soft right now," he breathed, unable to make himself look.

"And yours isn't," she whispered as she touched him through his jeans; he shivered, but didn't stop her. "So pretend you're just touching yourself. How is it?"

"Warm, and soft. Wait... I feel it getting harder." He drew a sharp breath and took his hand away for a moment, but then he put it back. "It is gettting harder. From me touching it, or from you touching me?"

"A little of both." This was going so well that she didn't want to jinx it, but she couldn't help looking toward the ceiling of the car and thanking whoever might be up there. "Your rough hand is so nice against my smooth skin..."

"Listen, this is crazy," he half-laughed, taking his hand away and balling it into a fist. "I- you're a guy, I shouldn't be touching you."

"I'm not, though," Libby told him urgently, squeezing his erection slightly through his jeans. "I'm begging you to understand, I- I really am a girl! Okay? J-just... I have this thing that I really don't want, but it's still there. S-so if that creeps you out, okay, I guess, but try as I might I can't think of myself as a man or whatever."

Harvey put his hand to his temple and began to rub it. The he stopped, sniffing his palm. "Well, I can tell you THAT smells like a guy."

Libby blanched, lip quivering as she stared straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to crack the plastic. "Fine! Hate me! Get out of my car if you really can't stand me!" Then she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye as she whispered, "No, that isn't fair. It's not your fault I turned out to have balls, so I can't strand you here without a ride."

They were both quiet for a moment. Then Libby noticed that they were both stealing glances at each other's laps - and she hadn't even realized she was doing it before noticing he was, as well. So she cleared her throat and said, "You want to... see my chest?"

"Huh?!"

"My chest." As she continued her fingers went to her neckline. "I have real tits; I'm a real girl. If you wanted proof, we could do that."

Harvey waffled indecisively, then shook his head. "No. No, I have a girlfriend - and besides, even with all this stuff, you're my friend and... and I'm sorry. If you say you're a girl, then I shouldn't still be doubting it. That's pretty crappy of me."

"Dammit, Harvey, I don't want you to TRUST me... I... I want you to BELIEVE. Like, I want you to really know that what I'm telling you is true because it is, not because you decided to assume that I'm not talking out my ass! Ugh... oh, I hate this. I hate me." She stared straight ahead as she waited for him to reply to that, eyes full of tears. Then she felt a hand worming its way up her shirt. What was going on - wait, what was he DOING?! "HARVEY!"

"They're definitely real," Harvey gasped, face beet red as he tried not to think too much about what he was doing. When he manhandled her to further authenticate that she wasn't rocking any silicon, she let out a little squeak and felt her dick twitch in the air. "Whoa, I- it moved!"

"Hah!" she gasped out. "Oh, Harvey!"

Immediately, he whipped his hand out and said "SORRY!", but he had to place his hand in her lap to keep balance. Instead of backing into his seat, he left his hand there for a while, breathing hard... and when he saw it throb again, he touched it with the tip of his finger as if to hold it still.

"Ng... I hate how good that feels. Just the one finger! What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," he whispered as he began stroking her. Harvey was jacking her off! Did he realize he was touching someone else's penis? But he kept doing it, kept moving his hand up and down and listening to her emphatic reactions. "You sound like you really like this, like... for real."

"How does it feel when you do it?"

Harvey blushed. "Who s-says I do this to myself?" Then he nodded as he fondled her sack. "Okay, so that was pretty pathetic cover. Uhh... it feels nice. Warm, and kinda... safe? I mean, it feels safe now; the first time I did it I was like, what the hell?"

"Yeah," Libby laughed musically, enjoying herself at last. THIS was what she wanted! Yes, she had formerly imagined her owning a cunt when it happened, but this was as close as she was ever going to get with him. "Freaked me out, too. Hnhh!"

"You're really digging this," he repeated, gaping at what his hand was doing. "It... does it hurt? I mean, I've never done this to anybody's but mine, so I might be blowing it here."

"I wish you were blowing it," she panted. When she saw his lip automatically curl, she giggled, "That's not really a request, though, I... I'd understand if you... don't want to do... MMmm..."

His lips were much rougher than the female ones she'd experienced before, but the inside of his mouth felt much the same. Of course, he never really took to it like Jill or Sabrina had, but mostly just tested. When he pulled back and started stroking her furiously again, it was aided by the spit he'd left behind.

"You smell like a guy there," he panted excitedly, "but... like a girl in every other way. Even your cock is kinda girly. Does that make sense?"

"No," she giggled as she felt her shirt clinging to her back, felt her nipples poking outward. "This is so amazing... I... ooh, it feels so good!"

"Yeah," he grunted, getting into the spirit more and more. "That's right, Libby. Let yourself enjoy it."

Nodding vigorously, she looked over and caught him rubbing himself through his jeans. "Hey... I could... I could help you out with that..."

"That's okay," he laughed with one of his patented Kinkle grins. "I'm just enjoying this show you're putting on." But Libby meant what she said. In a flash, she was in the floorboard of the passenger side, pushing him back as she unzipped. "HEY-!"

"Let me," she moaned, feeling her dick sliding between her bare thighs. It was just her own skin, but even that was setting her off. "Just a little, to show my appreciation."

Harvey's mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to find a way to argue with her. Before he found his voice, she licked the tip of his head, and he spasmed all over like he'd stuck his finger in an electrical socket. "YAH!"

"MMPH!" The feeling of his cock in her throat took her by surprise, and she came dangerously close to choking on it, but then she forced herself to stop and take deep breaths through her nostrils. Despite all her recent sexcapades, this was one thing she hadn't tried yet. How messed up was that? All this time, she'd been relishing her virginity and saving it for just the perfect man who could make the event worthwhile, and Harvey was the FOURTH person she'd been with in this fashion - and the first male. Horrible!

But then he was bucking into her mouth. The onslaught was too much, and she pressed her hands into his hips to slow him down; luckily he understood, or he would have been wearing her recycled ice cream. Little by little, she got into it, got the rhythm of his movements and grew accustomed to his girth and length. He was longer than her by a small amount, maybe half an inch... but MUCH wider.

He did pick up speed more gradually, and she sped herself up, unconsciously fucking her own thighs while she bobbed up and down on him, so beyond turned on by what they were doing. She squeezed her chest through her shirt, she dug her fingernails into his stomach... she took it out of her mouth and pumped with both hands, which wasn't very easy but it made both of her hands so happy that she kept at it for a while, loving how it slid under fingers effortlessly, how it flopped when she let go, how it glistened in the moonlight.

But by now there wasn't much moonlight left. Yes, it was cliched, but their windows were coated with a thick layer of fog.

"Harvey!" she exclaimed, unsure of what she wanted, but knowing she wanted him. Ached for him. With a quick grab, she released the reclining seat, then stood and pounced on him, embracing him around the neck as they kissed.

Harvey's mouth was made of joy. She noticed him wince when he tasted himself on her, but then the wince faded and he was kissing back unreservedly, hands roving over her back and down to her rear. Then he drew back and gasped, "I feel your cock on mine."

"Me too," she panted hungrily. She wanted more - of something, of anything.

"It's funny, but... but it feels good. I like them together."

Blinking at him, full of intensities she couldn't identify, she began twisting her hips slightly, just enough so the two shafts rubbed together. It wouldn't be anything that would make them climax, but it was somehow beautiful all on its own. For many seconds they were like that, her hands braced against either side of his neck for support; eventually he reached down and fondled them both at the same time, and she quickened her movements. Then she felt his move slightly lower...

"WHOOOAH!" she yelped. sitting back onto his lap. "What was... what are you trying to do?"

"Sorry, I..." He cleared his throat nervously, caught off guard by her tone. "It felt natural, it... well, I guess I was gonna do what you thought I was."

"But that's my-" Her own throat was closing up now, and she wiped some sweat away from her temples. "Harvey, I don't do- I mean, I never have, and I'm not-"

"Hey, take it easy," he soothed, petting her thigh. "It's not gonna happen if you're not up for it, that's for sure; I don't even know how I got there. Like I said... felt natural. Kinda not using my brain much at the moment, if you hadn't noticed."

Libby gulped. "I..." Then she felt his hand move up from her thigh to her cock again, and she shivered at the fresh touch. "Mm, neither am I, Harvey. But maybe..."

"No, I-" Harvey flashed her a nervous smile that died an instant later. "I'm not into that, either. Honest!"

She wanted Harvey inside her. It was a simple and old truth that had tripled in importance over the past few minutes. But right now, there was only one way she could do that, and it was a way she had never, ever imagined she'd accept a man. What if she went ahead with it? Would she be able to accomodate him? Would she regret it later if she broke this taboo? Even now, she didn't much relish the concept; it had always seemed like an invitation for pain and discomfort. Still, if it was this or nothing...

"Libby, why are you rubbing ice cream on my cock?"

"Here's the deal," she half-sobbed in a hushed voice. "I... I want you inside me so bad that it burns. But I'm afraid it might... burn a little if I let you in. You get me?" He nodded. "So, well, this might not help much but I figure it's worth a shot."

Harvey made a face. "Libby, I swear, I'm not that kind of-"

"And neither am I!" she swore. "Seriously, it grosses me out; I'm supposed to be a lady! B-but I need to have you in me, so... Mother Necessity, right?" Before Harvey could protest, she was pressing him up against her extremely-closed oriface. "HAH! Oh God, this is gonna hurt, isn't it?"

"Ohh," Harvey groaned, moving his hips around a little. "It's super tight. You sure this will work?"

"No, I am not sure! I'm n-not sure of anything anymore! HAH, oh shit, it won't go in!"

"Here." His palm gently curled around her sack, causing her to sigh, and then he prodded at her hole with his middle finger. "Hmm... yeah, it's putting up a hell of a fight. Let me-"

"YYYEEOW! Harv- NNGH, stop it! W-wait, don't stop- don't..." She took a couple of quick bracing breaths and sat down heavily. "OWOWOWOW FUCK!"

"LIBBY!"

"I'm okay, don't worry!" she panted, though her face clearly showed that wasn't the whole truth. "Just... give me a second, it... I figured it was best to just jump in! AAHAHHA, ugh, what are you doing?"

"Wiggling," he said with a smile as he did it again, moving his finger another inch inside. "It's already getting looser."

Libby whimpered as her body involuntarily tried to wrench itself away from the invasion, but she didn't purposefully aid it so in he stayed. Astoundingly, her dick had gone slightly limper, but it was still partially erect, and every movement made it sway through the air and bob up and down, sending waves of pleasure through her. Then, just when she was beginning to think she liked this... she felt it.

"YISHHHZHITFUCKDAMN!" He held very still as she caught her breath, and then asked, "What the hell did you find in there?!"

"I- I dunno!" he swore, licking his lips. She could still feel his length curving around one of her asscheeks, feel the tiny smear of mingling ice cream and jism it left behind. "It was soft... like a gummy bear or something. Weird."

"NAAHAHAH!" she gasped when he prodded it again, entire body spasming, then shivered in the aftermath. "Oh, I love that, do it some more- wait, don't, it's too mAHAAAAIAGH!"

"Libby..." And as he kept assaulting the unknown squishy item deep within her, his lips found her neck and began kneading in, and Libby began to move her his back into it, causing his finger to do even more damage to her psyche, to unravel and unmake her until she was subatomic. "Mmh, more..."

"Take me!" she gasped, surprising both of them. When he pulled back to gaze into her eyes, she panted, "I don't think either of us can wait!"

"Okay," he said uncertainly, moving into position. "But... well, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Warn me about what?" But he didn't answer. "AH! Oh Jesus FUCK you are so much HUGER! Can it- WAAAAAH, wait, NO- SHHIIIIIIIIIT! AH! Ah... ah, ah, AH, AAAH!"

It slid all the way in. Apparently, even though it was still the tighest opening in the history of carnal desire, his finger had worked on her just long enough to get it stretched to the point where it would consider stretching more. Nevertheless, when he rammed into her she felt her vulnerable flesh straining, coming almost to the breaking point... and then giving JUST enough. If not for precum and melted dessert, she doubted he would have been able to move it once it was inside her.

"You okay?" he asked with desperate concern.

"No... no, I'm not, but... but I feel you... it's like you're in my stomach!"

"I never knew," he told her as his hands came to rest on her hips, as his thumbs came to rest in the creases her raised thighs were creating. "It's so hot in there, and soft, and it's- OOH, wow, don't move so much!"

"YYYEAH, I figured that out!" she panted, hastily swiping a few stray hairs away that had fallen into her eyes. "It's working! You know, part of m-me expected this to completely fail, but... but it almost feels... please don't think I'm a slut, Harvey, but I might like this!"

"We're both having sex. Why would I call you a slut?"

"Because I... I like it in the ass," she sobbed, hating that she was becoming the kind of person who could say something so despicable and mean it. "Fuck my ass!"

With the slow pace of a snail in molasses, Harvey began to pull out of her, and every second of it made her wince and scream through her teeth. So much moreso did she scream when he pushed back into her; it wasn't any better than the first time, and she thought for sure he was going to make her bleed - and only losing your VAGINAL virginity is supposed to be bloody. Luckily, he had just the right amount of patience and this never came to pass... and after about the sixth thrust, when he started to pick up a little speed, it stopped hurting so much. In fact...

"Yeah," she panted. "Oh yeah! Yeah, Harvey, YEAH!"

"Mmm, Libby!" he grunted as he shoved himself up into her again, as he reached back and spread her cheeks wider, fingers kneading into the padding and enjoying that nearly as much as the main event. "Oh- oh wow, that looks so weird, but- but it's also kinda- NNGH, yeah!"

Libby had to arch her back and bend her head down as much as possible, but she finally saw what he saw: her dick was at the halfway point between soft and hard, flopping this way and that due to their motions. Apparently the sensations in her ass weren't quite the ones that stimulated that part of her, though closely-related. It was bizarre, but she found that if she stopped thinking of it as her own anatomy and just watched it, the sight was pretty gratifying; one cock diving into her ass, another one bouncing between stomachs. Without even meaning to, she had just subscribed to interactive gay porn.

"Look, it's getting harder again," he observed, and she couldn't deny that he had a point. Apparently, seeing this and feeling it combined were enough to bring back her erection. Suddenly she missed the warmth and squishiness that it held in that twilight moment, but as it stiffened all she could think about was how badly she wanted to climax, how much she wanted to build to it with Harvey and let fly. "Play with it."

"I... I can't," she panted as he rammed into her, swallowing so her voice wouldn't crack so much. "There's too much... too m... it's too much!"

"Come on," he whispered. "My hands are full holding your ass. Play with it for me."

Libby smiled slightly, even as she grunted with every thrust. "HarVEY... mnh, if I do that, your shirt-"

"Forget the shirt; my mom got it at a garage sale. It smells like Old Spice and moth balls." When she started to protest again, he spread her cheeks further and she quivered, screaming. "I'm gonna blast into you pretty soon, and I want you to come, too! We should both do it!"

"But it's a dick!"

"I don't care! It's still you, and it's kinda hot!" At the end of his rope, he attempted to let go with one hand and reach for it himself, but when she almost pitched sideways he caught her and shook his head. "Damn, I really can't... y-you... you gotta do it for me!"

Libby nodded; her limbs felt too weak to try, but she slowly peeled his shirt upward. She couldn't quite remove it, but she got most of it tucked behind his head, at least. Harvey did the same for her; when he let go of her hips she just barely mananged to prop herself up as he yanked up her blouse and allowed her tits to bounce free. The cord of rolled-up shirt pressing into them from above caused them to appear even rounder than usual, which Harvey obviously appreciated.

"You're so hot," he grunted as he began thrusting faster; she could feel every throb the length of him made, every ridge and vein that scraped past the taut opening.

"So are you!" Now that he was holding her steady again, she passed her hands down his chiseled chest, down his abdomen... and grasped herself, only to find that the foreign choad was ten times more sensitive than it had been last time she tried it. "YAIGH!"

"What?"

"It feels... so... SO GOOD! Oh... oh, is this because... you're in my ass?! HNH," she grunted when she began stroking it, and suddenly her arm was moving at the speed of sound, slipping all over it, attempting to rub it raw. "Yes, yes, YES, oh Harvey, fuck me while I fuck myself!"

They were both going to spurt, and these thoughts made her afraid. Bad enough she was going to create a mess all over him, right out in the open for all to see, but he was going to put that stuff inside her ASS. Wouldn't that cause some kind of disease or something? Not to mention that the thought of it was awful... but she couldn't deny that having him leave something behind after their tryst was appealing. It went beyond appeal into urgency.

"I'm coming!" Harvey warned her. "This is it!"

"YES, Harvey! Do it, fill me up with your hot cum, I..." Her voice cracked again as she admitted, "I want it in my ass! Fill my ass!"

"YEAH! I'll give it to you right now! I'll... NNH, LIBBY!"

"HARVEY, YEAH! I'm- I- IIIEEEEAAAYEYAYEEEAH!"

The feeling of warm, sticky liquid pouring into her anal cavity was something Libby never thought she would experience, and couldn't quite process in her mind - but incredibly, that was nothing compared to the sight of Harvey being covered in what turned out to be a far greater amount of spunk than she expected. Hadn't she already done that three times earlier the same day? How could she have built up such a load AGAIN?

They remained deadlocked for about one minute, almost terrified of moving, of breaking the spell and discovering an ugly reality beneath a veneer of climax. But eventually, Libby moved her hips back and forth, experimenting - and Harvey yelped.

"What, what?! Are you okay?!"

"It hurts!"

"I'm sorry! I- OWOWOW, FUCK!" she screamed when she began pulling him out. "Ugh, I didn't expectNNNNH, OW!" Then they were both panting, exhausted. Libby wanted to fall forward onto his chest, but there was too much unsightly white gunk on him. "Hah... sorry, I didn't know what I was doing."

"It didn't hurt THAT much," he said apologetically. "Just ached. Didn't mean you had to eject me like your ass was on fire."

Libby nodded, touching her dick gingerly. "Ow. Yeah, I see what you mean. Should-" Here she blushed somehow, even though her face already looked sunburnt from how overheated she was. "Should I, um, clean you off?"

Harvey nodded. Only after she had licked up the first blob of cum did he gasp and say in a higher voice, "Whoa, there, I didn't mean you had to use your tongue!"

"Oh," she said sheepishly. "I, um... sorry, I, uh, thought my meaning was clear. God, now I feel dumb."

"It's okay," he said with a shrug. "I mean, I don't feel like you really ought to have to eat your own spooge. You, uh... got any WetNaps?"

Libby did, somewhere in her glove compartment. They did their best to remove the worst of it from his chest and stomach, and even found a fleck on one of her breasts before they moved on to more sensitive areas.

"I think it's pretty much going to have to be a shower that gets this clean," Harvey said after a few tries. "But good enough for now."

Libby slowly eased her panties back onto her ass as she nodded; it was pretty sensitive, but nothing a good night's rest wouldn't fix. "That's priority one when we get home, I think."

They were mostly silent as Libby drove Harvey back to his car, reflecting on their actions. Libby wondered what he was thinking. She had already had sex, but had he? And for the time being, she was a little more manly than the other girls he'd have picked. How much did he mind, and how much was he pretending to have liked it to spare her feelings? A depressing thought, but one she couldn't entirely dispose of.

And how much did SHE like it? Any of it? Her physical self was mostly at ease with everything up to this point, no matter if her mind was on the fence, but this newest act... it was a little much, even for her horny new body. Still, it hadn't been the worst thing she'd ever experienced once she got into the swing of it. Was she turning into a slut? A gay slut? Actually, she'd had sex with a few women before Harvey, so no matter which gender she fell under now, she would still be bisexual. Right? Wasn't that how it worked? Somehow, it didn't make her feel any less promiscuous.

Filthy. That was how she really felt. Like she'd rolled in a mud puddle and liked it. She came in Sabrina's mouth, in CC's twat, on Harvey's chest... and she had some in her ass that didn't belong to her. Wait - in Sabrina's twat as well, not just CC's. WOW! A true testiment to how gross she was becoming; she'd almost forgotten she and Sabrina Spellman engaged in intercourse. So beyond insanity that she'd have to take a truckload of lithium just to get back to "crazy". Was she even worth saving by this point, if it was possible?

"Thanks for the ride back," Harvey said as they pulled up outside the Slicery.

"No problem."

"Listen..." He frowned uncomfortably. "I know this is pretty weird, but, uh... can you not tell Sabrina about this? Not because I'm gonna keep it a secret, but, well... I think I should be the one to tell her."

Libby had a lot of trouble swallowing all of a sudden. "What? I m-mean, do you have to tell her at all?"

"Kinda, yeah. This does count as cheating by now, even if it didn't start out that way, so... I'm not gonna treat her that way. If we break up because of this, then we break up, but she oughtta know what went down."

She would make that promise - but she might not need to. There was another promise she had NOT been asked to keep, luckily for her. "You know... I think it will make things easier on you if I let you in on a tidbit from the current events page." When he only raised his eyebrows, she leaned in and whispered, "She's already cheated on you."

"WHAT?!" Then he folded his arms. "Okay, fine; give me your proof. Cause if you think I'm going to switch girlfriends just because you accuse her of-"

"No... see, I..." In a rush, she finished with, "I already had sex with her first!"

The car was deathly silent. Harvey was still sitting there with his arms folded, his expression only slightly more confuse than annoyed. Then, he drew in a deep breath, and let it out as a shuddering, "Oh, God..."

"Say something. I mean, y'know, something else."

"What... I mean, HOW...?"

"The usual way," Libby elaborated. "Y'know, with my... in... okay, enough, I can't give details without wanting to shoot myself."

Harvey ran a hand through his hair. "You and Sabrina? But you HATE her! That's nuts, that's like... a bad soap opera! What the hell?"

"Don't you think I wish I knew? It was right after I first noticed..." But Harvey probably couldn't digest that she HAD been a real woman yesterday; already, it was astounding that he'd come to grips with her owning a schlong in the first place. "Let's just say I had a big stiffie in the bathroom at school and she caught me. It kind of... went from there."

Harvey frowned. "Is that how you pick up all your dates?"

"I thought I was alone!" she snapped. "God, it was all I could do to make it down the hallway to the john without anybody noticing, let alone any further!"

For a few seconds, Harvey nodded. But then his head started shaking as he said, "But Sabrina and I... we're supposed to be together, but now I... now WE have BOTH had sex with you. What does that mean exactly?"

Libby flashed him a would-be endearing smile. "Threesome?" When he tugged at his hair instead of laughing, she touched him on the elbow and said, "Please don't be mad. I mean, it's only KIND OF my fault, since Sabrina's the one who decided she was going to 'help' me with it, but... I know I should have backed off, because she has you, and you have her, and I never should have nailed either one of you!"

Harvey suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It wasn't a passionate one like they shared before, but sweet and gentle. When he pulled away, he whispered, "Listen. I'm... gonna need a lot of time to sort through this stuff. I mean, it's not anything I've ever had to think about before, so I got no clue how I'd start telling you how I feel about it. In the meantime, though, try to remember that we're still friends. You're going through, uh, a weird time I think, if you're sleeping with both guys and girls and beating yourself up so much afterward. How could I blame you for something like that?"

"A weird time? I let you screw me in the ass! Yesterday, I wouldn't have let you grope my melons unless you gave me diamonds first!" Libby's lip quivered as her vision misted over. "I'm turning into some kind of... nymphomaniac shemale freak!"

As she wept, Harvey patted her on the arm. "Right... listen, I gotta get home before curfew. My dad will make me spit-shine the car again if I'm out too late. But, uh, we'll talk in school tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered, blowing her nose on a kleenex. Then she kissed him on the cheek in return. "Thanks for being amazing, Harvey Kinkle. Both in the sack, and in general."

He almost grinned at her - it wasn't quite so gleeful as it usually was, but came close. "Back at ya, slugger. See ya."

"Bye."

And then they were both driving in opposite directions with thousand-ton weights on their minds. Libby felt like she had fallen down the rabbit hole, and she'd give anything in the world just to have a latter and climb back out. But if that never happened...

Was she destined to drive a wedge between Westbridge High's golden couple... or maybe become the glue that keeps holding them together?

MAYBE.

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NEXT TIME: "Charity Gone Wrong"