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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 33
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CHAPTER  33

I settled Kristen into bed before I took a shower. 

As I was soaking, I was thinking of what I had said. 'Am I wrong to be
scared? When I think of her, I can't help but think what she looks
like. The girl is magnificent. She's the kind of girl who takes your
breath away when you see her walking down the street. I've seen how
guys look at her when we're together, and it always makes me proud to
be with her. Besides her looks, she's also smart, considerate and a
really nice girl! 

'What else could I want?

'Maybe it's time I committed to one girl. I haven't dated anyone else
since we started going out, so things won't be that much different. I
don't want this girl getting away from me.' I decided to give it a
try.


	Monday

It was early, but the sun was bright when I woke up. Sometime during
the night, Kristen had put her arm around me and her head was on my
chest. We were sleeping with just a sheet on top of us, and when I
looked over at her, that sheet was almost down to her waist. The curve
of her back and neck were so beautiful, I had to gulp to catch my
breath. I slipped quietly out from under her and kneeled beside the
bed. Her skin was flawless. I bent and smelled her. She had showered
before going to bed and she smelled wonderful. But the scent wasn't
from soap; it was just her natural odor.
She was lying on her stomach and the sheet was over her waist, so
nothing except her back was exposed, but she still looked so sexy that
I wanted to touch her and taste her and make love to her, all at once
and for always.

But, I knew there was a lot of work to do, so I grudgingly slipped on
my pants and went downstairs. I had cleaned up the kitchen and was
washing the dishes by the time I looked up to see Kristen standing in
the doorway wearing Kate's robe.

I thought about the times I had seen Kate standing there, wearing that
same robe, and I suddenly felt very lucky. Two sensational women had
come into my life in the last year. One of them taught me things I'd
never dreamed of and the other was almost a fantasy.

My fantasy girl come to life was holding the bedclothes and towels,
and looking at me. When I pointed to the washer, she threw them on top
of the other washing and started the machine.

I went to her to give her a good-morning kiss, but it lasted longer
than I had intended. The next thing I knew, we were grinding against
each other and my cock was so hard it was trying to break my zipper.

When we broke the kiss, I stepped back and I could tell that she was
affected as well, because she was flushed and breathing fast.
Suddenly, she looked at me and grinned. She said, "Follow me," so I
walked with her outside and into the stable. Jack, the guy who tends
the horses, was gone already, but he had pulled several hay bales into
the center aisle between the stalls.

Kristen lay back on one of them, opened her robe and held out her
arms.

No matter how many times I see her naked, I still can't get over how
beautiful she is. Although her skin doesn't have the opalescent glow
that Molly's had, her darker skin tones gave definition to her
muscles, and the total effect was earthier and much sexier.

I dropped my pants to my ankles, and I was on her in a second. I don't
think we lasted more than five minutes, but it was fantastic, and I
lay there for a minute, with my penis still in her, thinking again how
lucky I was. 

When I climbed off of her, there were pieces of hay all over both of
us.
And I said, "That was wonderful! What made you think of it?"

She gave me a little smile and replied, "Oh, it was just something I
wanted to do. I'll tell you why sometime."

As we walked back to the house, I mentioned that Desi was coming over.
I said that I needed to talk to her once and for all and I'd like it
if Kristen was present. She grabbed my arm and squeezed it as she
agreed to be there. Then she and I went upstairs and started
straightening up the bedroom. I sanitized all the toys and put them
away; we showered and got dressed.

A little after ten o'clock, Desi showed up.

We sat in the living room and I had a chance to really look at Desi
for the first time in a while. She had matured a lot since the summer.
She was still the cute, curly headed girl from before, but her
features had lengthened and she looked more serious. Even her eyes had
changed. They seemed grayer now, and the person sitting in front of me
wasn't so much a little schoolgirl anymore. She was becoming a
stunning young woman.

I felt kind of odd, because Kris and I were sitting on the sofa and
Desi was sitting across from us on a chair. I didn't want her to think
we were ganging up on her, so I asked if she would join us on the
couch.

She was sober faced when she answered. She said, "No Pete, I don't
want to sit with you and your friend. I want to sit with you alone.
And one day,  I will."

Then she looked directly at Kristen and said, "I've never been worried
about my sister and Pete, because I suspected that she might not like
men all that much. And when you showed up, I saw how she responded to
you, and I was almost sure of it. But she seems different this
morning. I heard her on the phone with a guy, apologizing for
something, and arranging to meet him for coffee. I don't know what
happened to her, but I suspect you had something to do with it."

She looked back at me to say, "I was never worried about Sam, because
you had so much going on here, I knew that eventually you would fuck
up somehow, even if I had to force you."

Suddenly, I was angry! I said, "So, them catching us together was part
of your master plan?"

She nodded, and went on as though she had done nothing wrong. "Then
you moved to LA. I knew you'd find someone there, but that's okay,
because I'm not ready for you yet. So! If you invited me here to tell
me you've found the love of your life, forget it! You'll manage to
fuck things up with her, too. You'll be mine one day, and that's all
there is to it!"

I started to say something, but Kristen stood up and took a step
toward Desi. I quickly jumped up, but Kristen held her hand out to
stop me.

In a voice much gentler then I expected, she said, "Desi, I don't
doubt for a minute that you are crazy about Pete; I certainly know the
feeling.
I want to apologize for being cross with you last time. I didn't
realize you were this serious. You're a beautiful young girl, and a
worthy adversary. Maybe one day you will win him over. But, in the
meantime, we both have lives to live and I would like us to be
friends."

Desi stood up and faced Kristen. But it wasn't the Desi I knew. She
suddenly seemed taller, and her face was cold when she said, "No,
Kristen, we're not going to be friends; you're way too beautiful. As a
matter of fact, when I leave here, I'm going to forget I ever met
you."

Then she looked at me again. "You'll be back here occasionally, and
for the time being, I'll be here, too. But one day I'm going to come
to you and you're going to be mine. You'll see!"

She stormed out the door and I started after her, but Kristen again
held out her hand to stop me. She said, "Leave her alone. She has her
mind made up and nothing you say will change it."

Then she smiled, and told me, "I kind of admire her, but if she tries
anything funny while I'm around, I'll kick that cute little ass of
hers into the next county!"

I laughed and hugged her.

Then she said, "Give me the car keys. I want to pick up some wine to
replace what we drank, while you wait for your folks to call."

I busied myself in making sure the house was as neat or better than
when we arrived. I thought I'd vacuum a little, so I went into the
room where Mom and Dad had stayed, because I thought I remembered the
vacuum cleaner being in that room's closet. When I pulled out the
Hoover, I spotted a small leather travel case on the floor. It looked
like the one Mom carries, so I opened it. Sure enough, it was full of
toiletries, brushes, creams, and some medicine bottles. I guessed that
she had forgotten it, so I laid it on the bed.

When Kristen got back, she was holding a large envelope. In it was a
greeting card, and she wrote a thank-you note to Kate from both of us,
along with the phone number of a local liquor store that she should
call for "Something special."

I said, "What's this?"

"I paid for a half-case of Far Niente Cabernet at the liquor store.
She can pick it up now or after the baby is born."

Mom called around ten and said that Ben was in his meeting, and that
it looked like it wasn't going to last too long. So they would call
again right before they left, but it looked like they would be here
around one-thirty.

We were sitting in the kitchen when Della and Denise knocked. Della
had Kris's dress in a bag that looked fresh from a cleaner. When Kris
looked surprised, Della told her that Mr. Torres had "arranged" with a
local dry-cleaner to take care of it during the night. The next thing
you know, they were hugging and talking. I overheard Della tell Kris
that she and the dark-haired guy were meeting for coffee tonight, and
I felt a little tug of jealousy. But just then, Denise said to Kris
and Della that she was taking me for a walk and grabbed me by the arm.

Once we were outside, Denise slipped her arm around me and we talked
about school and how we were both getting along. I marveled again at
how much she had changed. She had turned into a really sweet girl.

I asked her about her mom. For at least a minute, her eyes clouded and
she didn't say anything. She lowered her head and told me that her
mother had only called a couple times the whole time she was there.
The last time was from Spain, where she was making some movies.

Like a dummy, I asked if they were big productions. She just looked at
me and made a face. I started mentally kicking myself. A lot.

Della and Kristen came outside at that moment. Della called to Denise
and said they had to go, so we all hugged. After we broke the group
hug,  Denise asked Kris if she could kiss me goodbye. Kris nodded and
Denise hugged me close for a minute, then gave me a very nice kiss.
Then Della said, "Me too," and planted a big kiss and hug on me. Just
before she let go, she whispered, "Thank you."

Kris and I held hands as we watched the girls leave.

The day was starting to get warm, so we went inside and sat on the
couch.

Kris said, "I've had a fantastic time. I really like the people here.
The Torres' are great, Denise is a sweetheart, and Della is wonderful.
She thinks that I taught her some things, but in truth, I learned as
much or more from her. I even like Desi. I wish she didn't consider me
her enemy.
How about you? Have you had a good time?"

"I've had a great time, too. I'm glad you like my friends. I
especially want to thank you for the way you handled Della. It was
tender and thoughtful, not to mention one of the sexiest things I was
ever a part of."

She thought for a minute or two; then she raised her eyebrows. "Is
there more than you showed me last night?"

"Yes."

"Whew! I can't imagine what it could be, but I assume you'll show me?"

"If you like. But I have a question. You're beautiful, you're almost
nineteen, you've been all over the world, and you've had a steady
boyfriend. Why aren't you more familiar with sex?"

She looked at me thoughtfully for a while; then she said, "Good
question, and I guess I owe you an answer.

"I spent most of my years at a very exclusive private school not far
from where we live. Most kids lived on campus and a lot of things went
on after school. But I went home every night. I experimented a little
when I could, but the boys I chose were as green as I was. Then I met
Barry. He was nice-looking, polite, and at first, Dad liked him. His
family is American Steel, and he hung around with an older group away
from school. He asked me out, and I guess we made a good looking
couple, because we were invited everywhere.

"We went skiing in Europe with his mother, to the Formula1 races in
Monte Carlo with his dad, and spent lots of time on our yachts. When
we were with his friends, Barry would embarrass me by intimating that
we were having wild sexual adventures. But the truth of the matter
was, Barry couldn't perform. He could never maintain an erection,
which meant our so-called lovemaking consisted mainly of him starting
something, then getting frustrated and leaving me alone.

"I could never talk to anyone about it, because our group was pretty
tight, and word would have got out. Somehow, Daddy got wind of Barry's
bragging, so he pulled me out of the school and had me enrolled in our
high school so I could get a taste of what 'regular' kids were like.
When I mentioned that I had met you and wanted to go out with you, he
had you checked out before he said that you were a good guy, and he
approved. Then I had to take your dossier to Grandpa so he could look
it over."

"What did he say?"

She laughed and said, "Grandpa is almost seventy. But he looked over
everything, including your picture. Then he told me I should go home
and, 'Jump your bones'."

I laughed for a while, then one thing she said caught my attention. 
I turned to her and said, "Your family has a yacht?" [[Common nouns
aren't usually capitalized.]]

"Yeah," she said offhandedly. "It's in Miami right now, but Daddy is
talking about bringing it out here."

We finished straightening up the house and making the bed; then we
laid on it for a while and looked out the windows.

Kristen rolled over to me and kissed me; then she lay her head on my
chest and said, "Pete, last night was wonderful. I tingle every time I
think about what we did. Is there really more?"

I wondered what to tell her. Thoughts of Gladys and Sally and some of
the bizarre things that Kate and Sylvia had showed me crossed my mind.
But Kris already thought I was a world-class lover. How far could I go
before she would start to get turned off? Or, maybe she wouldn't!
However, I  knew she wanted an answer right now, and I thought of
something I had read in the sex book. "Whenever you can't decide what
to tell a woman, flattery is always a good idea." So, I said,
"Kristen, have I told you that you are the most wonderful lover I've
ever been with? Yes, there are other things we can do, and I can't
wait to try them with you."

That seemed to please her, and I actually thought I began to see her
body start to redden. Unfortunately, I knew there wasn't time right
now, so I got up and started loading the car, while Kristen called
home.

I had just closed the trunk when she came out of the house, shaking
her head and laughing.

I said, "What's up?"

Between giggles, she said, "My brother owns a half-dozen businesses,
he employs almost a hundred people, and he acts like he just turned
fifteen."

"What happened?"

"He and Tammy have been together almost every day since he got back,
and she's all he can talk about! My straight-laced, button-down,
pain-in-the-ass brother is head over heels in love!"

I thought about it for several seconds. At first, I was a little
jealous, but more importantly, I was worried about Tammy. So I said,
"Kristen, your brother seems like an okay guy, but I'm worried that he
will overwhelm Tammy. Is she going to be all right?"

Kristen came over and put her arms around me. Then she looked up and
said, "You really worry about the people around you, don't you?"

"Yes I do, and I worry about Tammy. She's strong now, but she had a
rocky start. I'm concerned that your brother might be too much for
her."

She grinned and said, "I wish you could have heard Tony on the phone.
If anything, you should be worried about him! But seriously, he's a
good guy. She'll be fine."

I was surprised at how much lighter my heart felt after Kris reassured
me. I guess I hadn't admitted to myself how much I worried about Tammy
dating Tony.

	* * * * *

Mom called from the plane and said they'd be there in about 45
minutes, so we locked the house and took a leisurely drive to the
airport. On the way, I thought of something. I turned to Kris and I
said, "Amy is going to be with us for the next couple of weeks. Is
that going to bother you?"

"No, she and I have had some long talks and we've become pretty good
friends. So, if you can handle us both being there, we can, too."

When we got to the airport, JJ was already there, waiting to talk with
Ben and show him the runway. We talked for a few minutes and very
nearly exactly on time, Ben's plane almost seemed to glide in. The
pilot - I figured it was Ben - did a superb job of controlling the
descent. He made the touchdown look casually easy.

An Aerostar is a beautiful airplane and his was an excellent example.
It's a six place twin, and I found out later, that his was
pressurized, turbocharged and capable of close to 300 miles per hour.
He taxied over, stopped in front of us, and every person aboard came
piling out. After everyone said hello, Amy began excitedly telling
Kristen about San Francisco and what they had done, and Ben and Kate
were talking to JJ about the runway. Mom came over to me, put her arms
around my neck, and asked if we had enjoyed ourselves. I told her
about the dance and Kristen's dress and whatever else I could think of
that I could tell her about.

Then Ben called us together. He said, "Okay, there's been a small
change of plans. There have been reports of unusual weather patterns
at Big Bear, and long-range reports say we might have a problem
getting the plane in and out."

Then he grinned at the girls and said, "Plus, the ladies have brought
so much luggage that the only way the plane will make it, is if we let
it go by itself." The ladies in question looked a bit sheepish, but
none of them contradicted him. "So, we're going to off-load our ski
stuff to Pete's car. When we come back from Vegas, we'll land here,
drop Pete off and fly home. Pete will drive home; we'll load the ski
clothes in cars and drive to Big Bear."

So, we loaded my car, handed an extra key to JJ in case he had to move
it, and jumped into the plane.

It's just over 200 miles from Cantil to Vegas, so the flight was a
short one. I had flown there before with Mom and Dad, but it had been
a while. The sights were generally familiar, but Vegas changes so fast
that a lot was new. We checked into the "Miracle," a brand new
multi-story hotel on the strip. As we walked up to the check-in line,
where there were at least 50 people waiting, Kristen went to Ben and
took him aside. They talked for a while, and she was gesturing the
whole time. At last, Ben threw up his hands.

Kristen then went to a door marked "Manager" and knocked. It opened,
she said a few words and went inside. Meanwhile, Ben walked back to
us.

Mom asked, "What's going on?"

Ben answered, "I'm not sure. Let's wait and see."

A minute later, Kristen came out with a man in a suit. He said,
"Please come with me," so we got into an elevator and rode to one of
the top floors. The elevator door opened to a really opulent hallway
that reminded me of the one where Alice and Molly took me. He held up
three plastic cards, opened the doors to three adjacent suites, and
said, "These are your quarters. Your baggage will be up shortly;
please tell the attendant where it goes."

He thanked us for staying at the hotel, handed the cards to Ben, and
left.

Ben's jaw was hanging down as the man walked away, and he said to
Kristen, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, the town is completely full, and
you got three entire suites? How in the world did you do that? Does
your family own this hotel?"

Kristen smiled and said, "No, but Dad was, umm, instrumental in
getting both the financing and the permits to build it, and no matter
how crowded these hotels are, rooms like these are always available
for 'special' guests. By the way, keep your room cards with you, and
sign for everything! Not only here, but any hotel on the strip. Oh,
and no tipping, except for taxis."

Kristen and I went into our suite and found it to be luxurious. A
large  living room boasted twin sofas facing full-length windows that
overlooked the strip. On one side wall was a table and six chairs, and
on another was a TV, with a screen that must have been five feet
across. The separate bedroom had a smaller TV, a dressing table and a
king size four-poster bed with mirrors on the ceiling above it. The
bathroom was also huge, and had a big round tub complete with at least
a dozen water jets.

Kristen flopped down on the bed, and said, "Well, what do you think?" 

I lay down next to her, looked at myself on the ceiling, and made
pretend snow-angels while she giggled. Hearing her giggle made my
heart feel lighter.

The luggage arrived just then and we all decided to get something to
eat, so we went to a restaurant downstairs. After we ate, Kate said
that she needed to rest for a while, so Ben took her upstairs. Amy had
never been to Vegas, so her eyes were huge, looking at all the
glitter. So Mom, Kristen, and I walked her through the casino - until
we got to the shops. There, the three girls did their "shopping thing"
while I waited patiently at a news-stand and thumbed through car
books.

While I was standing there, two pretty blonde girls who looked like
they were in their mid-twenties came in. I could see them glancing at
me, so I assumed (what I thought of as) my "mid-twenties" look.
(Stomach in, chest out, jaw slightly forward.)

It must have worked, because the taller of the two of them came over
to me. She did what I had seen girls do before. She stood much too
close. It's called, "Invading your personal space." It's supposed to
intimidate and fluster the person you do it to.

She glanced at the book I was holding, then looked up at me, raised
her eyebrow and said, "See anything you like?"

I stared at her for a moment. Then I backed up slightly and said,
"Well, I probably would like you, if you hadn't had so much garlic for
lunch. What was it, Caesar salad?"

Her girlfriend must have been in the act of swallowing, because she
burst out laughing and went into a fit of coughing that lasted so long
"Garlic Breath" had to go to her and pound her on the back.

My girls came out a few minutes later and we started toward the casino
next door.

We were walking across the driveway when the wildest car I'd ever seen
pulled in. It was impossibly long and low and it sounded like a small
jet plane. I walked around to look at it from the side, as two young
guys got out. They flipped the keys to a car-parker and started inside
the casino, when suddenly one of them ran to Kristen, picked her up
and began swinging her around. I started for him, but I stopped when I
heard him say, "Kris, it's great seeing you!"

His friend yelled, "C'mon, we gotta hurry or we'll lose our spot."

The first guy set Kristen down and started toward his friend; but he
sort of stumbled when he saw Amy. He stared at her for a second before
he said to Kris, "Gotta go; we're late for tennis. Hey, party tonight
in P16!" Then he looked at Mom and Amy, and yelled, "Bring your
friends!" as he disappeared inside.

I walked over to Kristen and asked, "Who were they, and what kind of
car is that?"

"They're some of the group Barry and I used to hang around with. His
name is Chip, and his friend is Alan. Alan is Barry's best friend, and
he doesn't like me because I dumped Barry. But Chip is a neat guy. His
dad owns Imperial Banks, and Chip is a VP. That car is a Lamborghini."

"Isn't he kinda young for that?"

"He's twenty-six. That whole group is in their twenties. Barry and I
were the youngest couple. He's twenty-one."

We entered the next casino, where I noticed the girls whispering to
each other and giggling. Then someone must have had an Idea, because
they all started nodding their heads and laughing. So, when I got
Kristen alone, I asked what was going on.

She said, "We're going to drop by the party tonight, so we have to go
back to our hotel. We have some things to do."

The girls were in such a hurry to get back to the hotel I had to
almost run to keep up. As soon as we got in, Kristen got on a house
phone. After a minute, she said something to Mom, and she and Amy
left. Then Kristen grabbed me and dragged me to one of the fancy men's
shops.

I asked her several times what was happening, and she kept saying,
"You'll see." She went through the men's shop like a whirlwind. She
grabbed a pair of open sandals, a loose fitting, pull over, V-neck
shirt and a pair of linen pants that looked like they needed ironing.

She said, "Put these on, and hurry up!"

I went into the dressing room without a fuss, but when I slipped the
pants on, I noticed the price tag and almost had a seizure. I looked
at the one on the shirt and gasped. The two items together cost almost
nine hundred dollars!

I slipped on the sandals and when I walked out, Kristen was on a
phone. When she saw me, her eyes got big for a second. She quickly
finished her conversation, then came over and stood looking at me.

She said, "Wow! You are absolutely beautiful! I keep forgetting how
big you are. You look like a Greek God in that outfit."

I said, "But Kristen, this stuff is way too expensive."

She just waved her hand at me and said, "Forget it! Now take it back
off, and let's get going. I have stuff to do."

I went back and put my old clothes back on, and when I came out,
Kristen was standing at a counter with the salesperson, looking at
some gold neck chains. She pointed to one, and when the salesperson
reached in for it, she turned to me.

She said quietly, "These things that I'm able to do are nothing
compared to the love and affection you've given me. Now shut up before
I kick your ass."

She signed some papers, while the salesperson laid a bag with the
clothes in it on the counter, and handed Kristen something. She turned
and slipped a beautiful gold chain around my neck. Then she stepped
back, looked at me, and informed me, "Okay, now you're complete." I
hadn't known I was incomplete before, but I did know enough not to
argue with her.

I took the clothes and we headed for the elevators. She said, "We
girls have decided to have some fun, so let me tell you about tonight.
Remember that these people are all rich snobs, and act accordingly.
I'm going to show you off as my boyfriend. So, be prepared for some of
the girls to have heart failure. And we're going to make this Amy's
'Coming Out Party.' Now, get this! For tonight, you're 22, and you own
a chain of small businesses. Amy and Beth are your younger and older
sisters and Kate and Ben are friends. Stay in character, and we'll
have a ball."

When we got off the elevator, we went to Ben and Kate's room and
knocked. The girls were in there excitedly talking about tonight. Ben
grabbed me and said, "We have four hours before we have to get ready
for this thing. Let's get out of here before they drive us crazy."

On the way out, Kristen said, "We should walk in about nine o'clock.
There'll be food there, but you guys should grab something before you
come back. We'll have something sent up. Be back here around eight."

There is a world famous car museum at the Imperial Hotel in Vegas, and
both Ben and I like cars, so we headed for it.

I hadn't spent much time alone with Ben, and I was looking forward to
talking with him. But I knew the conversation would eventually get
around to Kate and I was a little apprehensive in case he asked about
our relationship. But I needn't have worried; the day went well and we
had an excellent time.

Ben is a nice looking man. He's only a year or two older than Dad, but
there were already a few gray hairs at his temples. It gave him a
distinguished look, but he also keeps himself in good shape. I guess
women like the combination, because I saw several of them toss
admiring glances his way.

The museum was as interesting as I'd hoped it would be, and the
afternoon passed like a flash. We stopped for a bite to eat and got
back around seven thirty.

I walked into our room and saw Kristen standing in the bathroom with
her back to me. She was wearing just a thong. I had never seen her in
one and it was so sexy, I moved to her and put my hand on her butt.
She turned to me and gave me an air kiss. She'd obviously been to the
beauty parlor, because her makeup and hair were marvelous. She had on
dark eye shadow, and her black eyes looked almost luminescent.

I said, "All this for just a party?"

"This is a killer crowd. There is no such thing as 'Just a party.' I
haven't seen these people since I broke up with Barry, and I want to
look my best."

Then she stopped and looked at me. "Plus, when I walk in with you, the
girls are going to be all over you, and I may have to hitch-hike
home."

"But, isn't the party here in the hotel?"

"Yes, silly. I'm teasing. Now, go sit down so I can finish getting
dressed."

She put on a black mini-skirt and a filmy black top. It wasn't quite
see-through, but you could see the bulge of her nipples and even the
swell of her areolae. Then she slipped on some high-heel sandals, and
started for the door. She said, "I'm going to help Amy get ready."

When she got to the door, she turned, posed for me and said,  "What do
you think?"

She looked sensational. Even though her skin is dark, in those black
clothes it looked luminescent, and her dark eyes seemed to actually
glow.

I said, "I think if you don't leave right now, I'm going to tear off
those thing and screw you to within an inch of you life!"

She laughed and opened the door. Then, over her shoulder, she said,
"Go get ready! Oh, and don't shave!"

The door was almost closed when she stuck her head back in and said, 
"And don't wear socks or underwear. I'll come for you when we're
ready."

I took my time grooming myself and putting on those over-priced
clothes. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked okay, except
the pants were so thin, you could clearly see the outline of my
'package'. I hadn't shaved since yesterday, which meant I had a little
growth of beard, but my hair is so blond it didn't seem too bad.

The pullover top she chose didn't have buttons, and it was open quite
far  down, but the neck chain broke up the expanse of skin and the
outfit looked pretty good.

A little later, there was a knock on the door, and Ben stuck his head
in. He said, "You ready?"

I nodded, and stood up. He did a double take and said, "Jesus, you
really look different! But, c'mon, you're not gonna believe this."

We went into Mom's room and the girls were standing around ready to
go. Kate and Mom both looked dynamite, as always. Kate is almost five
months along, but except for a tiny little belly, you would never
guess she was pregnant. Kristen was standing in front of Amy,
adjusting something. When she stepped away, I almost choked.

Amy's hair had grown since we first met. It was now shoulder length,
and a mass of waves. It was full of sparkles and even appeared to have
little jewels in it. She was wearing what looked like harem pajamas.
They reminded me a little of the outfits the dancers in Mexico wore,
but none of them ever looked this good. They were filmy and Amy's body
was clearly visible beneath them, except for a small area between her
legs and by her nipples, where there seemed to be an extra layer of
cloth. But if you looked closely, you could make out what was under
there as well.

Her makeup was startling. Her lids were dark and eyes were outlined
top and bottom, so when she looked at you, they seemed to jump out at
you. She was absolutely spectacular!

Kate and Mom were positively beaming at her. Kristen was smiling too,
but when she saw my expression, the smile got a little thin.

Then Kristen said, "Okay, the room is at the end of our hall. It's a
huge suite with a meeting room. They reserve it every year. Pete and I
will go in first. You guys wait five minutes, then come on in."

She and I walked toward the end of the hall, but she stopped about
half-way. I looked her to see why, and she was looking at the floor.

I could tell something was bothering her, so I said, "C'mon, tell me
what's the matter."

In a little girl voice, she said, "Dear, for tonight only, would it be
okay if I introduced you as my fianc�?"

I was a little shocked, but I understood where it was coming from.
This crowd was important to her. They were older, and had probably
been condescending to her when she first started hanging around with
them.
I was certain that there was more involved than that, but I didn't
care. My head was spinning as I said, "I'm happy and very proud that
you would even pretend that I was your fianc�. I'll be it for tonight
or as long as you want." [[This should trigger several majorly serious
conversations between Pete and Kristen, Pete and Beth, Pete and Amy,
Pete and Ed, Pete and Kate, Pete and Beth and Ed, and perhaps
others.]]

Her face went white when she grabbed me by the arm and squeezed me. I
had never seen such an intense look on her face. She tilted her head
slightly and her mouth began working, but no sound came out. Then she
straightened up and put her arm around mine. And after she got her
color back, we walked to the door.

Their suite had a large meeting room with several bedrooms attached.
There were at least thirty people milling around. In one corner, there
was a setup where a girl was feeding CDs into an elaborate sound
machine and talking into a microphone. In front of it was a small
temporary dance floor, and there were a few people dancing. Most of
the people were in their mid-twenties, but there were also a couple of
older men. The girls were all very good looking and were in various
stage of dress, or undress, depending on how you looked at it. When
they spotted Kris, a bunch came over and air-kissed her while they
asked her where she'd been. Then the girls began looking at me. One
very pretty girl, wearing purple eye-shadow, said, "Jesus, Kristen,
where have you been keeping this one? He's gorgeous!"

Another one, in an impossibly low-cut dress, walked right up to me and
kissed me full on the lips. I staggered back a step, and she said, "I
hope you like the smell better now," as she turned and walked away. It
took me a second to realize that she was the one in the lobby I had
teased about her garlic breath.

I glanced self-consciously over at Kristen and she was shaking her
head.  She said, "You haven't been here a whole day! How did... On
second thought, I don't want to know," as she took my hand and we
walked over to a small group of guys who were in a heated discussion
about football.

Two of them were the guys from the fancy car, and when we walked up,
the one Kristen said was Chip reached out to grab her. But, she put
her hand on his chest and said, "Chip O'Leary, I'd like you to meet my
fianc�, Pete Baker."

She introduced me around and they all seemed surprised, but none more
than Chip and his friend Alan. Actually, Chip looked disappointed and
Alan seemed peeved.

Then a voice said, "What's this?" And a nice looking man who looked
like an older version of Chip, said, "Did I just hear you say that
you're getting married?"

Kristen smiled and said, "Hi, Mister O'Leary! Yes, this is my fianc�,
Pete Baker." Then she looked at me with a big smile, and said, "Pete,
this is Josh O'Leary. He's Chip's dad, and my secret boyfriend."

We shook hands as he looked me up and down and said, "Boy, you're a
big one!" Then he looked at Kristen and said, "Well, I'm happy and I'm
a little sad. I'm glad you found someone besides that little twerp you
used to go with, but I'm sad that my son here didn't hook you. I
always hoped either he would or I would."

Kristen laughed and said, "Well, when Barry and I broke up, I waited
around for you, but you never showed up, so I had to settle for this
one."

He laughed out loud this time, and was about to say something else
when the room got quiet. Amy had come in, followed by Mom, and they
were walking toward us.

Every eye in the place was on Amy. She didn't walk; she flowed. It
reminded me of the way Denise's mother walked when she entered a room,
and Mom was close behind her. They walked up next to me; then Amy
looked at Chip and said, "I hope your stumble in the parking lot
didn't hurt your tennis game."

Chip's eyes were as big as saucers and he started to stutter
something, but his dad cut in. He looked at me and said, "Jesus, boy!
Are these your fianc�s too!" Mom and Amy instantly exchanged looks
with Kris, but kept silent.

I laughed, and said, "Mister O'Leary, please let me introduce my
sisters,  Amy and Beth."

Mom reached out to shake his hand, but he grasped her arm, wrapped it
around his, and said, "Well, it's a good thing I'm here. It's a long
way from the door to where we're standing. This beautiful woman
obviously needs a glass of Champagne to help her get her strength
back."

They started to leave; then he stopped, and said to his son, "Uhh,
Chip. It's okay to start breathing now." After that, he marched an
amused Mom over to a table where a Champagne fountain was bubbling
away.

I glanced at Chip, and he was just standing there with his mouth open,
staring at Amy.

She nodded toward him, and said to Kris, "Umm, your friend here, can
he actually talk?"

Kristen got a serious look on her face, and said, "Well, he used to be
able to, but since he saw you, I'm not sure. If he doesn't move in the
next few minutes, we'll have him bronzed and made into a lamp. Why
don't we go get a glass of Champagne? Maybe by the time we get back,
he'll be sufficiently recovered to ask you to dance."

We started to walk away and suddenly, Chip moved. He dropped to his
knees and pleaded, "Oh fair maiden, will you marry me, or at least
dance with me?"

Kristen leaned toward Amy and in a stage whisper said, "Don't dance
with him unless he promises to buy you a BMW."

Chip stood up and said, "Hell, if you dance with me, I'll buy you two
BMWs. If you marry me, I'll buy you an entire agency!"

Kristen said, "Okay, go ahead and dance with him. But make sure one of
them is a convertible."

He swept her away laughing and Kris and I walked to the Champagne
table.

I said, "Wow, he's really taken with Amy. He seems like a nice guy;
why isn't he married?"

"He is a nice guy. But he's a workaholic like my brother. He never has
a girlfriend for more than a couple of months because they never see
him except on weekends and not always then if something work related
comes up. Mr. O'Leary and my dad are friends. His wife was killed in a
car crash less than a month after Mom died. And they spent a lot of
time consoling each other. I think Chip has had a crush on me since I
turned seventeen, but he's too old for me. Besides, until recently, I
was always with Barry."

"What's going to happen when he finds out Amy is only seventeen?"

She smiled and said, "We're not going to tell him!"

"But I saw the way he looks at her. He's going to be all over her, and
she's just a young girl!"

This time she laughed! She said, "If you're worried that he might get
her into bed, well, he just might! But believe me, if she decides to,
the decision will be hers, not his. She's a lot stronger than you
think. Nobody will talk her into anything she doesn't want to do."

I thought about what she said, but I didn't feel much better.

When we got to the Champagne table, we listened to Mr. O'Leary and
another older man talking animatedly to a laughing Mom. We watched her
play them like each was a violin. She would encourage one of them
until he was sure he was going to get lucky; then she would pay
attention to the other one.

During a lull in the conversation, I said to Mom, "Hey, Sis, where are
Kate and Ben?"

"They'll be along in a little while. Kate was making some phone
calls."

O'Leary's friend said, "You mean to tell me there are more coming that
look like you?"

Mom said with a straight face, "Oh no! She's a lot prettier than I
am." I looked her in the eye and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say
anything aloud.

He hit his forehead with his hand and said, "Oh my God! I think I've
gone to heaven!"

But just then, his 'heaven' image was disturbed when a handsome young
friend of Chip's whisked Mom away to the dance floor.

I had to go to the rest room, so I excused myself. When I went in,
both urinals were occupied, so I went into a stall.

A minute later, I heard someone come in, and a voice said, "Hey Barry,
it's about time you got here."

A second voice said, "Yeah, we just flew in. We were held up in LA."

"Did you notice Kristen is here?"

"Yeah, I saw her. I hear she brought along some mouth-breather."

"Someone said he's her fianc�."

"I don't care who he is; I'm not done with that bitch yet."

I'd heard all I could stand. He was still talking when I zipped up and
backed out of the stall.

He was standing at a urinal. He was maybe 5' 9" and weighed about 165.
I grabbed his collar and pulled him backward, causing him to pee on
himself. When the other guy saw it happen, he recognized me and took
off.

When Barry recovered his balance, he glared up at me. I kept a calm
but serious expression on my face as I looked down at him and said,
"Hi Barry, I'm the mouth-breather she brought along; I'm also her
fianc�. I want you to listen to me. You and she are finished for now
and forever. And if I ever hear from anyone that you talked about her
like you just did, you'll answer to me, and I guarantee you won't like
it. Now, you have two choices. You can stand in front of that hand
dryer over there until you dry off. Then you can come out of here with
an attitude, and we'll meet later this evening. Or, if you promise not
to bad-mouth Kristen from now on, when you come out of here, you can
wave to me like we're old buddies, and all will be forgotten."

What he said next showed that he actually had some class.

He looked at the floor and said, "You're right. I shouldn't be talking
badly about her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and
I blew it by being a jerk. I promise I won't say anything bad about
her again."

When I left the bathroom, there were several guys standing around
scowling at me, and Kristen was running toward me. She said, "I just
heard Barry is in there. Is he okay?"

"Yes, he's fine; he and I had a little talk."

"You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"No, Kristen, I didn't. Why do you care?"

She looked at me soberly and said, "He was a friend when I was
becoming a woman. I never loved him, but I liked him for a long time.
He had his faults, but until the last, he was a good friend."

"Well, I didn't hurt him. Actually, he doesn't seem like all that bad
a guy."

"He isn't. I hurt him when I left, and I regret that, but it was time
for me to go."

Suddenly, she threw her arms around me. She kissed me and said, "Have
I told you lately how much I love and appreciate you?"

She still had her arms around me when Barry came out of the bathroom
and waved at us as he headed for the door.

Kristen looked at him, then at the guys who were glaring at me, and
called out, "Barry, please come and meet my fianc�."

He stopped; then he walked over and stuck out his hand. Kristen
introduced us, and when we shook hands, the group of guys who had been
watching us, turned and went back to the party.

We stood there making small-talk when a short, heavy-set girl came
through the door. She saw us, frowned, and came running over to us.
She put her arm around Barry and said, "Hi Kristen, I didn't know you
were here."

Kristen said, "Hi Dolly, I'd like you to meet my fianc�, Pete."

Dolly's frown disappeared like smoke in a strong wind; she practically
beamed at me when she shook my hand. She looked very pretty now that
she was smiling.

After a few more words, I led Kristen off to the dance floor. She was
grinning when we started dancing, and she said, "Dolly has had a crush
on Barry her whole life. She must be tickled to death that I'm no
longer a part of their group."

We enjoyed several dances and whenever we would look, Amy was either
dancing with Chip or she was dancing with someone else and he was
standing on the side watching her. She was obviously the hit of the
party and especially with him.

I finally got a chance to dance with her, and I asked if she was
having a good time.

She bubbled in reply, "Oh Pete, this is the most fun I've ever had at
a party!"

"You look fantastic."

"Thank you. It's all because of the girls. This is a designer outfit
that cost over a thousand dollars. Kristen talked them into loaning it
to me for tonight."

"It's not the dress, Amy. It's you. You're absolutely beautiful."

She said, "Oh Pete," and hugged me to her.

"How are you getting along with Chip?"

"Okay, I guess."

"OKAY! Why just okay? He's nuts about you!"

"I know. He's fun, but he's too old and way too eager."

I laughed, partly because it was funny, and partly from relief.

That's why I didn't see Ben, when he came in holding Kate, and
gesturing excitedly to us.

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