It was a dream come true, really. So many of his fantasies and wetdreams fulfilled by a creative erotic sensual Sir, guiding, teasing, tormenting, bu......fuck, what orgasms. Beyond orgasms if there was such things.Cleanly shaved and scrubbed, Bendix inspected his balls and cock in the mirror. It was already half erect and hecouldn't help skimming his licked thumb around and around the rim of the head. Highly imaginative, Bendix mentally pictured himself wearing a leather hood, his tongue. To compete for cheer spots in their high school one had to be a really sexy girl. But the four 'K's, as they were known, were also as bitchy as they were beautiful. They delighted in watching boys suffer humiliation and, to that end, they each chose the brawniest and not too bright bullies to be their boyfriends. The K's would make up stories about slights and insults they had suffered at the hands of some ninth or tenth grade boy. Then they would go crying to their boyfriend about how such and. "Well, how about going out with me for dinner Friday?" And then immediately wanted to take the words back."I'd love to!" she said happily.WHAT?"Really?" I stuttered. "I mean, well, great!" I was waiting for you to ask," she grinned. WHAT?!?!?!? "We can go wherever you want, I have a car-I know you don't." Well, I do, but it's in Illinois," I grinned. "That's fine, we can decided then what we're in the mood for." Great!" she said. "I'll see you in class Friday, we can work out the details. I. If you don’t, everything falls apart. Let me show you why you have to fix it.”“Show me?”“Stand up, Big Brother.”I stood up, and she came to me. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly. It was like being hit with 220 volts of electricity. My brain short-circuited, and I forgot to breathe. My knees got weak, and I collapsed back into the chair in front of my computer.“That’s why, Big Brother. If you don’t fix it, you’ll never experience that again. Never.”She turned and walked out of the.