Danielle, Part Four:  The Gift
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Mr. Jenkins doesn't know quite what to make of Danielle's "gift".

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It's been nearly two years and five months since Chapter 3 of this story. If
anyone is still interested, I hope you enjoy this continuation. Send your
comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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You may remember that the last time I wrote about Danielle, the supergirl of
my obsessive dreams, I ended the story with me coming home to find Nicole
Evans dressed in sexy lingerie in my apartment. Danielle left her as a "gift"
for me.

Nicole was a senior at Benjamin Franklin High School where I was a science
teacher. She was the prettiest student at Ben Franklin next to Danielle. She
had long, curly blonde hair and an incredibly nubile young body. She had long,
sexy legs, a nice ass and bigger than average tits. At 5'7" she was only
slightly shorter than I was. She really was a stunning young woman.

She was standing in the doorway of my apartment bedroom wearing nothing but a
tiny, lacy red bra and equally tiny, lacy and red panties. She looked like
lust personified. If I hadn't been so fixated on Danielle, I might have had a
little crush on Nicole.

Danielle, of course, was also a senior at Ben Franklin. She was a straight A
student who never took any tests or completed any of her assignments. Every
teacher, including me, gave her straight A's anyway because we were too afraid
not to. That's because even though Danielle was a stunningly beautiful, 5'5"
young woman who only weighed 115 pounds, she had the strength to overturn cars
and to beat the shit out of the entire defensive line of the football team by
herself.

Nicole approached me slowly and seductively. It was clear that even though she
was still in high school that she was quite aware of just how desirable she
was. She put her arms around my neck and pulled in to kiss me. Instead of
giving me a full on kiss she merely brushed her ripe red lips against mine and
asked in a sweet, inviting voice, "Do you want me, Mr. Jenkins? Do you want to
fuck me?"

I didn't pull away. I didn't want to pull away. "Nicole, this... this isn't
right."

She giggled. "Danielle told me that you'd say that. She also told me to remind
you that I'm eighteen and legal and that even though I'm a student and you're
a teacher that I'm not in YOUR class." I have to admit that she was making
several good points, and I wasn't immune to what she had to offer.

"But, Nicole, you don't even know me," I protested, "Why would you offer
yourself to me this way?"

"Because, Danielle told me to," she replied.

"And you do whatever Danielle tells you to do," I said.

"Of course... don't you?" she responded.

"I... not all the time," I said in a voice that didn't even sound convincing
to me.

Nicole reached down and massaged my penis over my pants. Her eyes grew wide.
"Danielle wasn't lying when she told me that you had a big cock." She seemed
truly impressed.

I was so angry with myself. I knew what the right thing to do was, but I had
so many conflicting emotions. I knew I should tell Nicole to stop rubbing my
cock, but it felt so good. I didn't like the thought that Danielle had
discussed my penis size with Nicole, yet I was flattered that Danielle thought
it was big. Now Nicole did too. Or maybe I didn't hate that they discussed my
cock size. Maybe I hated that I didn't actually hate it even though I should
have hated it.

Christ! How does Danielle do this to me? Even when she's nowhere around she
influenced my thoughts and twisted them around so that I hardly recognized
them as my own thoughts anymore. Maybe Nicole was right. We all ended up doing
whatever Danielle told us to do anyway. Why fight it? We should all wear
buttons that say, "It's Danielle Thorn's world. We just live in it."

It's for certain that I could never hope to have sex with a young woman as
attractive as Nicole on my own. Perhaps I should just accept Danielle's
"gift". Nicole sure didn't seem to mind.

"Fuck!" I shouted as I pulled away from Nicole. I was so close to doing it. I
was so close the fucking this beautiful young woman even though I knew it was
not the right thing to do. "One human being cannot make a 'gift' out of
another!"

Nicole sat down on the couch in my living room and began to cry. I sat down
next to her. "What's wrong, Nicole?" I asked.

"Danielle isn't going to like it when she finds out that we didn't fuck," she
said. "She hates it when I don't do what she tells me to do."

"She wouldn't hurt you, would she?" I asked.

"No, probably not, but she has other ways of punishing me," she said. "She
might send me to my room or she might ignore me. She... it's hard to explain.
She just has this way of making you want to please her all the time."

"I know what you mean." I put my hand on her shoulder. It was smooth and warm.
Why was I resisting this beautiful young woman? I wanted her. "I'm sorry," I
said.

She looked up at me with her big brown, doe eyes. She had no idea how easy it
would have been to get me to change my mind. Or did she? "You know something,
Mr. Jenkins? You're very sweet. I can see why Danielle loves you so much."

"Wait! What? Danielle loves me?" I asked. My heart was ready to jump out of my
chest at the mere possibility that this might be true.

"Of course, Mr. Jenkins; how could you not know?"

"I mean, I know she likes me as a friend, but loves? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mr. Jenkins, I'm sure. She sent me over here to fuck you as a way of
saying she was sorry for embarrassing you in class."

"Wouldn't it have been simpler for her to send me an 'I'm sorry' card," I
joked.

"You really don't know Danielle very well," said Nicole. "First of all,
Danielle is almost never sorry. And I don't mean that she doesn't like saying
she's sorry. I mean that she almost never IS sorry."

"I know," I agreed, "She thinks that society's rules don't apply to her."

"They don't!" Nicole insisted, "Why should they?"

"Uh... because she's a human being just like the rest of us." Even as I said
it, I didn't fully believe it. Nicole clearly didn't either. She looked at me
like I was crazy. I couldn't really blame her. No other person I knew could do
the things that Danielle did and inspire the kind of devotion she could.

"No matter what you think, Mr. Jenkins, Danielle does not and should not live
by any rules other than her own. Because of it, she doesn't feel guilt or
sorrow. If she does something, that's justification enough. So if she feels
sorry for something she did to you, she must really love you."

"I guess that makes sense in a twisted kind of way," I agreed. I could see in
her eyes that Nicole was dismayed by my attitude. "Mr. Jenkins, do you have
any idea how many people would gladly trade places with you?"

"I... No, I guess not," I admitted.

"Another way I know she loves you is because she sent me over here as a gift
for you. I'm Danielle's property, and normally Danielle does not share her
property with anyone."

"Okay, right there," I said, "Doesn't it bother you that Danielle considers
you 'property'?"

"It is what it is. She tells me what to do, and I do it. You may not know it,
but Danielle got me out of a very bad situation."

"You mean with your old boyfriend?" Danielle told me about the way she beat
the crap out of Nicole's old boyfriend because he was physically abusive to
her. She also beat up several of his friends at the same time because they
tried to stop her.

"Yeah... that and my father," said Nicole.

"What about your father?" I asked.

"Didn't Danielle tell you? He kept trying to fuck me. That's why I can't live
at home anymore."

"My God! That's horrible. Does your mother know?" I asked.

"My mother left a long time ago, Mr. Jenkins."

"You poor kid," I said.

"Mr. Jenkins, with all due respect, I'm far from being a kid." The saddest
part about her statement was that it was probably as true in some ways as it
was false in others. "You see, Mr. Jenkins, I'm grateful to be Danielle's
bitch. Life with her is exciting and fun. I can't get away with doing whatever
I want, but it's cool to be around someone who can. Besides, don't act like
you wouldn't give your left nut to be her bitch just like me."

I wanted to protest this, but honestly, I wasn't sure. It's true that I've
compromised my integrity quite a lot out of fear or out of my desire to please
Danielle. Those two emotions, fear and desire, have about an equal hold when
it comes to my feelings about Danielle. I suppose that when it comes to her,
fear and desire are two sides of the same coin.

I know that like all her other teachers, I give Danielle her straight A's even
though she doesn't do anything to earn them except flex her sexy, powerful
muscles.

Like I said, I do these things because I'm afraid of what Danielle could do to
me with her terrible strength. But I also give in because she's just so damn
beautiful and ... I suppose the right word is "bewitching".

But it's more than that too. She's so absolutely sure that I'll give her
anything she wants that in some strange way it makes me want to please her all
the more. I'm intoxicated by her confidence and her power. As a result she has
me and the rest of the world wrapped around her little finger.

I admitted to Nicole, "You're probably right. I probably would do anything to
be her bitch."

"That's what's funny about you, Mr. Jenkins. You admit that Danielle is
special. You admit that you want to please her. At the same time, you don't
think it's right that Danielle should always get her way so you try to fight
it. I think that's one of the main reasons Danielle loves you."

"There you go again throwing the 'L' word around." I joked.

"I'll tell you something else, Mr. Jenkins; she also likes and respects you.
She talks about you all the time at home. You would not believe how jealous
Mademoiselle Desiree gets because of that."

"Really? Mademoiselle Desiree is jealous of me?" Mademoiselle Desiree is the
other amazingly gorgeous woman as Ben Franklin High. She's the French teacher
and she is also Danielle's love slave. According to Danielle, Mademoiselle
Desiree frequently gets down on her knees and begs Danielle to let her lick
and worship her pussy.

Mademoiselle Desiree is a petite and beautiful woman who's a few years older
than me. She has a tight little, sexy body with ample C-cup breasts. She
looked a lot like Yvonne Craig, the actress who played Batgirl on the 1960s
Batman TV show.

With the exception of Danielle, Mademoiselle Desiree is the hottest woman at
Ben Franklin - hotter even than Nicole. Before I became obsessed with
Danielle, I had a little crush on Mademoiselle Desiree. When Danielle
discovered I liked Mademoiselle Desiree, she seemed to become a little
jealous. This was insane of course because no woman could compare with
Danielle.

"Okay, but if Danielle loves, likes and respects me so much, what does she toy
with me so maliciously?"

"Danielle isn't being malicious, Mr. J," Nicole protested.

"You could have fooled me," I countered.

"You really don't know her at all do you?" she asked. She was becoming
downright annoyed with me.

"Suppose you enlighten me," I said sarcastically.

"She's a cat, dumbass!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Have you ever had a cat?" she asked.

"Uh... I've always been more of a dog person," I replied.

"Figures. If you'd ever had a cat then you know that cats are very
affectionate, but only on their own terms. They can sit in your lap purring
one second and want nothing to do with you the next. The can also turn around
and be ready to scratch you up at the slightest provocation."

"They do what they want and go where they want whenever it pleases them, and
to hell with what anybody else wants. They're playful, impulsive, hard to
figure out, selfish, and no matter what, they can never be fully tamed. They
are predatory by nature. Their only true loyalty is to themselves, and they
expect to be worshipped. The harder you try to hold them the more they will
resist, and if they find a better deal, they will desert you in a heartbeat.
Does that sound like anyone we know?"

"Damn! Danielle's a cat." It was like a thousand watt light bulb turning on in
my head.

"So, are we going to fuck now or what?"

"Nicole, I... Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"I think it's a great idea for me to do whatever Danielle tells me to do?"

"Has she ever done this before? Given you away like this?"

"Mr. J, haven't you been listening at all? No! She wouldn't do that for anyone
else. You're special to her. Do what she would do. Take advantage of the
situation."

"I wish I knew what made ME so special," I muttered to myself. I muttered it
so low that I'm surprised Nicole heard me. She moved in closer.

"I know one thing that makes you special - your big cock," she said as she
began massaging it over my pants again. If she thought it was big when she
started rubbing, it soon became much bigger.

Nicole's handling of my cock felt so good, and she looked so amazing, so
beautiful, so supple, so young....

Wait a minute! So Young! "Nicole, stop! Please, stop!"

"Mr. J, this is going to happen, so you might as well stop fighting it. The
sooner you give it, the sooner we can both begin to enjoy it." I guess that
Danielle wasn't the only young woman who was confident about her powers of
seduction. Nicole deftly unzipped my pants, reached inside and began rubbing
my cock harder. Now the only thing between her warm, soft hand and my cock was
a thin pair of boxers.

"Hmmmmm, why don't we let the big guy out?" she asked although it didn't seem
much like a question. She reached into my boxers and was now stroking my cock
directly. She pulled it out and licked her lips. "Looks yummy," she observed
and started to part her lips as she leaned into me. She was about to touch her
lips to my cock.

Suddenly we were interrupted by the metallic, grinding sound of my apartment
door being ripped off its hinges. Nicole and I both looked over and there was
Danielle holding the front door of my apartment in her hand. "Stop! Stop right
now! If you fuck her, I swear to God that I'll break every fucking bone in
your body!"

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Tomorrow: Danielle, Part Five (Really!)

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