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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
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	All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
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	Official stuff:  Story codes: teen, mf, cons.

	If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
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Spitfire and Messerschmitt

Chapter 16 :: Davey Goes to Heaven

Mercedes and I stared at each other, and then she waved towards
my bedroom.  "I want to make sure you did like I asked.  I want
to see my bra on your bedpost."

I grinned. "I've thought about you a lot the last couple of
days."  

I led the way and inside my room she walked over and picked it up
and examined it.  "No cum stains -- I'm disappointed."

I contemplated that.  I liked the texture of the fabric.  It was
smooth -- but it was a mesh fabric, obviously meant to breathe. 
"Rubbing myself with it would be like using a piece of
sandpaper," I told her.

She nodded.  "Probably uncomfortable, then."

"I probably wouldn't be worth much in bed afterwards, either."

She grinned at me and then moved to stand right in front of me. 
We traded gazes for a long time; maybe three, four seconds.  It
wasn't hours, although at the time it seemed like it.

"No period, no symptoms," Mercedes said quietly.  "I think it's
working."  She stopped and laughed.  "I'm sure it's working."

I simply reached out and pulled her close, kissing her hard. 
Damn!  She'd taken off her bra again and I hadn't noticed!  Not
until I felt those wonderful peaches press against my chest.  I'd
had a brief look Friday; today I wanted a whole lot more than a
brief look.  I smiled to myself as my tongue met hers.  Actually,
I wanted a whole lot more from her than any kind of look.

After a second, she stopped, looking at me.  "I didn't think I'd
be this nervous.  I wasn't before."

I looked at her and almost laughed.  My heart was racing and I
felt really nervous.  "I wasn't either.  But here and now, I'm
worried about doing something wrong.  I love you, Mercedes."

She reached out and took my hand and put it next to her breast,
over her heart.  Then she put her hand in the same place on my
chest.  "As long as we love each other, we don't have to worry. 
The mistake would be not loving each other."

I moved my hand slightly, cupping her breast.

"I love you, Davey."

"I know," I told her and started undoing her blouse.  I reached
the last button and started on her jeans, pulling her zipper
down.  Mercedes shrugged out of her blouse, then wiggled as I
pushed her jeans down.  Then her panties followed and she started
on my jeans while I unbuttoned my shirt.

When we were undressed, I let my eyes fall to her breasts, then
lower down.  My breath nearly stopped, she was so beautiful!  Her
bush was dark but neatly trimmed.

She ran a finger along my erection.  "I've never seen one of
these before," she whispered.  Her touch was feather-light and I
twitched and nearly came.  "Sensitive, huh?" Mercedes giggled.

"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed.  I reached out and lightly pressed one of
her nipples, like the button on the microwave.  It had been hard
before, now it grew fatter.  I smiled at the pleasure apparent on
her face.  I leaned down and kissed her nipple, using my lips at
first, and then flicking the hard tip rapidly with my tongue.

It didn't take long before I was focused on her breasts, almost
to the exclusion of anything else.  I switched between them,
licking and tonguing them.  Mercedes sighed several times and
spent a lot of time caressing my hair.  My hair wasn't as long as
most guys, but it wasn't a crew cut either; her fingers felt
nice.

She pushed me lightly away, then turned and walked to my bed and
lay down.  The vision of her receding was as erotic as watching
her approach; her hips were well-rounded, her waist small. 
Muscles bunched in her bottom, they stood out in her calves, in
her lower back and shoulders.  I took two steps and lay down next
to her.

I kissed her again, our tongues thrusting hard against each
other.  I stroked my fingers down her side, along her hip, then
back.  Her skin was golden and warm, smooth and silky, a joy to
touch.  I wrapped my arms around her, happier than I ever
imagined I could be, then I kissed her with all of the fervor in
my being.

I opened my eyes and met hers, staring at me.  Her eyes were
brown saucers, as the maniac's the other day had been.  But where
his had flamed with hate, Mercedes' eyes were filled with love
and wonder.  "This is so nice, Davey," she murmured.  "God, I've
wanted you since I met you!  It doesn't seem possible that I
could be so lucky!"

At that point, she was lying on her back and I was leaning over
her.  I kissed her lightly on her nose. "We're both lucky.  I
can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be with you, to
be in love with you."

She smiled at me, and I leaned closer to her, letting her breasts
push against my chest, feeling their warmth and fullness press
back.

I saw something in her eyes then, something that I wanted as much
as she did.  The communication that passed between us lasted just
a fraction of a second, but it could have filled a long book.  I
rolled on top of her, and she spread her legs further apart; her
fingers guided me into her, and I found a warm, wet resting
place.

I pushed in as far as I could go and stopped.  I can't explain
it, don't know how words can do it.  I was where I belonged. 
Where I was at that instant was the high point of my life.  I
wanted nothing more from life than being inside Mercedes, filling
her.  After this, I thought to myself, the rest of my life will
be gravy.

Mercedes pulled her thighs further apart, her hands sliding down
my back, and then to my bottom, pulling me even deeper into her.

Slowly I began to move, sliding in and out.  I don't know how
long I kept up the slow, deliberate strokes; time didn't seem to
matter, nothing mattered but the moment.  It was like filling
some giant kettle from the faucet.  The water flowing in was
hypnotizing, there was no way to rush it, it would fill in its
own time.  I knew the same thing was happening between Mercedes
and me.  The joy and beauty of it was slowly filling us up and at
some point, would overflow.

Her hands slid up my body, running over my back, sending
pleasurable sensations through me.  Then one hand was on the back
of my head and she was pulling me down to kiss her.  And kiss her
I did, with everything I had.  The world had long since vanished;
now it was just the two of us, together.  My orgasm was sudden, a
surge of emotions and hormones that picked me up and hurled me
into her.  And she welcomed me and surged back.  I felt her rise
to meet me; we were together, flying higher and higher until
there was but us in the universe. 

Chaos and tumult subsided; I was breathing like I'd just finished
the hardest, longest swim in my life.  I could feel Mercedes'
chest heaving, too, and for the first time I realized I was a
limp weight atop her.  I tried to push myself up a bit, but she
was too fast, catching me and pulling me back down.

"I don't want to squish you," I told her.

"I never imagined it would be like that," Mercedes whispered.  "I
never imagined anything like that.  With Pammie, it was like
masturbation squared.  This was a lot higher power than that!"

I felt guilty for a second, because I thought about Irene just
then.   With Irene that was really what it was like: another kind
of masturbation.  There had been not the least spark between us
and it hadn't been masturbation squared, it was just
masturbation.

I smiled at Mercedes and she moved under me, trying to wrap her
legs around my butt.  Except I was a shrunken shadow of my former
self and popped right out.  She muttered something in disgust,
but all the fiddling trying to put it back wasn't getting me
going again.

Then my cell phone went off and I softly cursed.  "Get it,"
Mercedes told me.

I moved off her, wishing I wasn't and answered the phone.

"Davey," Mom said, "invite Mercedes to dinner tonight."

I blinked and looked at Mercedes.  "Want to have dinner here
tonight?"

"I have to check," she told me.

I relayed the message and Mom simply said, "Okay, check.  Get
back to me right away."

I happened to glance at the time on the phone, as I handed it to
Mercedes.  Five of five.  We'd been in bed an hour and a half?

"Look at the time," I said quietly.

She looked and blinked.  "Time really does fly when you're having
fun," she said.  Both of us laughed, and she started pushing
buttons.  "The more fun, the faster time seems to fly!"

I grinned and in a second she'd spoken to her mother who agreed
she could eat with us.  I called Mom back, then dragged Mercedes
into the shower.

We had to shower twice, because halfway through the first time,
we made love, standing up.  At first it didn't work very well,
because she is taller than I am and her legs are longer. 
However, she turned around and leaned forward, and I knew what
she wanted.

This time I guided myself into her, and it didn't take anything
like an hour and a half, more like a minute and a half.  I
plunged into her, the slap of my hips hitting her bottom loud in
the shower.  In seconds I was moving as fast as I'd ever moved in
my life, and then I shot, spewing semen like it was my very first
ever orgasm.

I felt bad because I'd come and she hadn't, and when I said
something, Mercedes grinned.  "Then you rub me and I'll rub me --
it won't take much!"

I fingered her clit, a much larger one than I'd thought. 
Mercedes started rubbing her breasts, much more roughly than I'd
ever rubbed a girl's breasts.  "Faster, harder!"  Mercedes
commanded and I complied.  She squeezed her legs shut a minute
later, trying to stifle a loud groan of pleasure.

"Wash!" she told me, pointing at the shower.  "We need to talk!"

I smiled, and washed.

After entirely too short a time, the two of us were sitting at
the dining room, our school stuff spread around us.  No one was
home yet, Emily had gone with Wanda on some errand.

"That was beyond nice," Mercedes said.

I nodded.  Every time I looked at her, every time I thought about
what we'd done, my heart soared; I felt a lump in my throat.

"Entirely too far beyond nice," she added.  "Not only could it be
addictive, I'm already addicted."

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

She tapped her notebook.  "We are going to have to control
ourselves.  Some."

"Some," I agreed.  "You're right, the only way to get good grades
is put in the time."

"I have a babysitting gig set up for Friday afternoons, they
promise to be home by 7:00 pm.  I have a regular job on Saturday
and Sunday nights from afternoon to late evening.  Mom turned
down a job for me, every night from when school gets out until
seven.  That was four kids and they didn't want to pay very much;
Mom told me I'd never get any studying done and when I'd get home
I'd be exhausted."

I nodded soberly.  That, and interludes like we'd just spent
would become rare.

"And now, my dad has the science fair project idea."

I nodded.  "He talked to me about it yesterday on our walk."

"And he told you about the prize at the end of the day?"

"Yes," I said evenly.  "Except it's like my poker playing. 
Unless we can somehow turn up four of a kind, it's pretty
unlikely we're going to win.  Mostly the prizes go to seniors, I
bet."

"Yeah.  I told myself that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.  Then I
thought about it some more.  Let's face it, I want to study the
ocean."

"So do I," I agreed.

"There's no way for us to do ocean research on a science fair
project," she told me.  "We might figure out a way to get there
once.  Maybe even twice.  But the ocean is too far.  So, studying
what we'd really like is out."

I contemplated that for a minute, then lifted my eyes to her,
while reaching out for her hand.

"This just has to be bad news," Mercedes said.  I could see in
her eyes, that her temper was rising.

"Yeah.  My dad said it the other night.  There's no way my
parents will let me go off with you like we want.  None.  We're
too young to go that far away on our own."

"And you believe that?"  She was getting close to popping her
cork again.

"Yeah, I believe that.  And if you think about it, you probably
have less chance of getting free than I do.  There's a faint
chance that if I learn to walk on water between now and the
summer my parents might let me go under the right circumstances.
To a summer camp or something.  There's gotta be summer camps in
Hawaii, right?"

Mercedes paused, looking at me.  "I suppose.  On the other hand,
my parents won't let me go to a surfing camp.  A vacation, maybe
that, but they are really determined that I'm going to college. 
If it was something to do with that, maybe it'll work."

"So we find a summer camp in biology or something, something to
do with the ocean.  Where we can spend our free time in the
water.  And maybe some of the rest of the time.  But the bottom
line is that we're not going to get to go off and do what we
want."

"I was thinking we should blow off the science fair thing," she
told me.  "I mean, we aren't going to get a topic we really like.
 I suppose we could find something interesting, but it wouldn't
be that interesting.  Then there's the real possibility we might
not win.  I mean, sure my parents think I'm smart, maybe your
parents think you're smart..."

I interrupted.  "Actually, they think I'm dumb as a stump.  And I
didn't have the most distinguished grade point average in junior
high.  I did okay, but I wasn't the top.  So, you're right about
that.  We'd have to beat everyone here in San Angelo, then
everyone in this part of Texas, then all of Texas, then who knows
how many else around the country.  I don't think until we're at
the state level will the prizes be the size we need."

"I still think we should do a project, just to make my dad
happy," she told me.  "But I'm not going to count on it.  It
would be like winning the lottery."

I started to repeat my father's very low opinion of the lottery,
then bit my tongue.  You could make a good case that he didn't
need to win the lottery.  And like as not, that colored his
judgment.

Right then, Wanda got home with Emily, Mom got home two minutes
later and a mild surprise: Dad got home within minutes of Mom.

I should say a word about how my mother cooks.  She has three
modes: let's eat out, keep it simple, and shoot the moon.  The
latter is when she goes all out; tonight was all out.

Because Mercedes and I were sitting at the table, books open and
as a result, we were pretty much ignored.  We turned to our
studies as dinner preparations got underway.

Some really delicious smells began to waft our way, then more
smells.  Then Mom appeared, smiling.  "If any of you drops
anything, finds some reason to sing and dance -- you're dead if
the meringue falls."

We ate dinner about 7:30, pot roast and corn bread muffins,
mashed potatoes and gravy, and topped off with chocolate meringue
pie for dessert.

When Dad started carving the roast, Mercedes eyed it, obviously
curious.  "How do you cook a roast that size in an hour and a
half?"

"Harper family secret," Mom replied.

"Mercedes and I are getting married," I said calmly, then added,
"one of these days."

"One of these days," Dad agreed.

"Well, in that case," Mom said with a laugh, "you can learn the
deepest secret of the Harper clan: where ever possible, we
cheat."

"Cheat?" Mercedes asked, after having given me a beaming smile
when I'd said we were going to get married.

"Two stainless steel skewers right through the heart," Wanda
said, "crank the thermostat on the oven up to 450 and cover the
roast for the first hour with aluminum foil.  The last fifteen
minutes, take the foil off.  Then stick in the muffins while the
roast and oven are cooling down and cook them.  Do the pie in
there sometime."

"You make it sound so simple, dear," Mom said dryly.

Wanda grimaced.  I remembered the time she decided she could
grill a steak faster in the microwave than on a skillet. 
Actually, Wanda had several adventures in the kitchen that hadn't
turned out well.

Finally Wanda and I took Mercedes home.  I kissed her rather
mildly before she went in and I walked back to my sister's car, a
blissful smile on my face.

"Little brother, you've been almost obscene tonight with that
'just run over' look on your face.  I take it sex with Mercedes
is good?"

I contemplated saying nothing, and then I remembered who I was
talking to.  If my sister wanted an answer, I was going to give
her one; she'd settled that with me a long time ago.

"Yes," I said economically.

"Good, now, we have to do something about Emily."

"I don't understand," I told her.

"She told me that while she likes sex with me, she thinks it
would be best if we didn't.  Not for a while.  She says she has
to straighten out her head.  I'm worried about her."

"She said that one day you were going to walk away from her."  I
looked at Wanda who shook her head.

"Davey, I swear, she's welcome anytime, and she always will be. 
Yeah, at some point we will have our own lives, but that time
isn't yet, and even when it comes, she'll always be welcome.  I
wasn't sure, for a long time, why Mom married Dad.  Now I've had
a chance to think about it and I know.  Sex, for sure.  But
freedom of choice, as much as anything."

"That sounds like another strike against Jack," I told her.

"He has the oddest notions of nobility and honor," Wanda told
me.

"Maybe it's you and me, Wanda, who have strange ideas.  I ratted
out Terry Toohey Friday at the game to the vice principal.  Jack
thought I was a rat for doing it."

"He told me.  He told me what you said to him, too.  You know
what I told Jack?"

I shook my head.  We arrived home; Wanda parked, but made no
effort to get out of the car.  "I told him that when it comes
time to protect the ones I love, all bets are off.  Sucker
punches, cold cocking some son of a bitch, whatever it takes. 
I've been there, Davey!  I've been there.  I can't say it won't
happen again, but if does, someone will know they've been in one
hell of a fight!"	I reached out and put my hand on her
shoulder.  "They have to come through me, first!  Anyone who
comes after my friends!"

When we went in, Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room with
Emily.  It looked like Emily had been crying.  I was unprepared
for what happened next.

Emily got up as soon as I was in the door, and hugged me really
hard, crying some more.

I looked at Mom, trying to wordlessly ask what was going on.

"When I was talking to the counselor at school about getting
Emily and Karen into the honors program, I mentioned what a
stupid idea it was to kick a pregnant girl out just because it
was obvious to the densest boy she was pregnant."

She looked at my father, who shrugged and said,  "I never thought
about it, Emily said it, and my brain short-circuited."

"Thought about what?" I asked.

"Schools aren't allowed to kick students out because they're
pregnant," Emily told me.  She hugged me tighter, dripping tears
on my shirt.  "Davey, Davey!  I don't know what to say!  Thank
you!"

I was still confused, but Wanda wasn't. "She's thanking you,
dummy, for caring enough to help.  The rest of us helped, too,
but without you... the whole sweater would have unraveled."

"Phil convinced me that going over and punching that woman in the
nose wouldn't help, but I was tempted!"  Mom said, angrier than
I'd ever seen her.

I leaned down and gingerly kissed Emily on top of her head, a
more brotherly gesture than I'd ever done for Wanda.  "Emily,
yesterday, today and tomorrow.  I'll be there for you."

"Like you would be there for Wanda, for Mercedes," she told me,
looking at me, her eyes shining with something I didn't
understand.

I started to say I'd do it for anyone, and then realized what a
callow, stupid thing that would be to say.  "I'm there for my
friends, Emily.  And you and me, we're friends!"  I put my hands
on her shoulders, not trying to pull her close.  I looked her
right in the eye.  "I am your friend, no matter what, no matter
when... you have a problem, come see me!"

She smiled, lifted up a bit, pecked me on the cheek and turned
and headed for her room.  Wanda patted me on the butt and
followed Emily.

Mom and Dad excused themselves, heading for bed.  I read a little
Wizenbeak, realized I was falling asleep and went and crashed
into my bed.

I woke up with a full bladder.  I rolled over and looked at my
clock, it was a little after one.  I climbed out of bed and
headed for the door.  I was almost there when I realized there
was a light visible underneath the closed door.  I wasn't sure
who was on the other side, but I figured the only person likely
to be embarrassed about me in my jockey shorts was me.

I opened the door and Emily looked up from reading Wizenbeak. 
She smiled slightly.  "I stole your book," she said, holding it
up.

"And nature calls," I told her, as I made a beeline for the
bathroom.

When I came back out, Emily had her nose in the book again.

"It's a little late," I told her.  "Trust me, honors algebra is
going to be a shock to your system."

"I like math," she told me.  She waved the book again.  "I can't
tell if I like this or not.  Sometimes I'm laughing, then I'm
crying... then I'm mad, then I'm laughing again."

"Maybe," I told her, "the author did a good job writing the
story."

"I think he did.  It's odd how he can do all those things."  She
looked at me.  "Do you mind my reading it, too?"

"No, of course not!  Just leave it where I can find it!"

"I didn't want to lose your place."

I smiled.  It was a small thing.  "My dad used to get on my case
because I folded the corners of the pages to mark my place.  So,
I started remembering the page number I'm on.  I mean, how hard
is it?"

She shook her head and got up.  "Thank you, Davey."

She hugged me again; this time she wasn't wearing a bra
underneath her t-shirt or panties either.  I got an erection in
about a millisecond.  Emily surprised me, though.

"I thought you and Mercedes...?"  Her voice trailed away.

I met her eyes.  "We did."

She hadn't let go and hadn't pulled back.

"A few weeks ago," she said, looking at me steadily, "I'd have
been repulsed.  I'd have been angry with myself for making a boy
want me, when I don't want him.  Yet, I feel..."

She laughed.  "I guess there's hope for me as a woman after all,
Wanda not withstanding."

"There always was," I told her, pulling back a little.

"Davey, I don't know how I can ever repay you for helping me. 
Just... not that way."

"It's not a problem, I swear.  This is a guy reflex, like
breathing."

"At least I know I'm not fat and ugly," she told me.

"No, you're not fat and ugly."

"I thought Rob Oliver was really cute."  She turned and walked
away without a backwards glance.

I lay back down on the bed, not sure whether I should laugh or
cry.  Or think about Mercedes a while, my better part in hand.

My door opened and Wanda came in.  She walked right up to the bed
and stood over me.  "I want you to do me a favor."

In truth, I was up for it right then, and then some.

I got up and she saw the tent pole in my shorts.  "Mercedes
looked happy; I just saw Emily going to bed with a happy smile on
her face.  And you still have a hard-on."

"Emily and I just talked."

"Come along dear brother, I need to talk to you too.  The only
way I can do that is to keep cool.  You need to be cool as
well."

The next thing I knew, she tossed off her long t-shirt and walked
out of my room.  I followed behind my nude sister.  Her breasts
might be large, but there was nothing at all to criticize about
her bottom.  Superb!

She plunked into the pool and looked at me.  "Oh yes, this is
definitely going to keep me cool.  Come here, Davey."

I took off my shorts and eased into the water.  It was remarkably
cold in there.

"I fucked up the other day; Emily reminded me.  I told you I'd
clean the pool and all of that."

"Wanda, I told Emily and I'll tell you, it's no big deal.  Ten,
fifteen minutes is all it takes."

"And I've wanted a party here since we had the pool and I've
cleaned the pool a grand total of zero times.  You, little
brother, know how to put promises into deeds, instead of just
using your mouth to make meaningless noise."

"Wanda, it's not a problem, really."

"Davey, if you say that another time I'm going to turn your crank
about three quarters of a turn."

I shut up.

"Like I was saying, when it comes time to be counted on, you're
there.  How many times have I told you I was going to come to
your room and fuck your socks off... and then didn't?"

"Once, but you made up for it."

"The hell it was once, it's been two or three times.  The worst
part?  I can't remember how many times, because it's been an easy
promise to make and an easier one to break.  You're Davey, my
little brother.

"So, wicked Wanda is going to mend her ways.  I have set my alarm
clock for five in the morning.  I will get up then and do the
needful for the pool.  At least until a week from this coming
Saturday, then we're going to have a pool party.  You invite your
friends; I'll invite mine.  Try to find a few friends for Emily
to invite."

"Rob Oliver," I told her, a smile on my face.  "Emily thinks he's
cute."

"Does she!  The little minx!  She told me she had a headache
tonight!"  Wanda laughed.

"We will have friends over, we will swim, horse around, have some
of Dad's barbeque, then our parents will leave and we can fool
around to our hearts content.  And I swear to you, Davey, if I
don't perform at 100% between now and then, I will greet each of
my friends at the door and tell them why the party got cancelled:
because I can't be trusted to do the simplest chore on a regular
schedule."

"You do dishes a lot more often than I do."

She laughed.  "Like loading the dishwasher is work?  And who
unloads it, Davey?"

Well, I usually did.  It had never seemed important.

"So, do we have a plan?"

"We have a plan," I agreed.

"Good.  Now, I need one little thing so I can get a good night's
sleep."

The next thing I knew, she was going down on me, right there in
the pool.

Except it was going to take more than thirty seconds for me to
come, and that was about all the time she could hold her breath.
In a minute I was parked on the pool edge and she had wrapped her
lips around my cock, her head bobbing up and down.

She was, I realized, fingering herself while she was working on
me, but I was well past the point of not caring, rapidly
approaching the point of no return.  Her teeth lightly raked my
crown and I spasmed and came.  She sighed a few seconds later as
she reached completion herself.

"Sorry," she said a second later, sounding apologetic.  "There
are times I just have to have it.  Doesn't matter what I tell
myself about keeping cool, not doing something stupid."

"If you think I'm about to complain, you're out of your mind," I
told her.

"No, I suspect you aren't going to complain.  For a little
brother, Davey, you are a very good young man.  Nice, too."  She
leaned close and kissed me, and I kissed back.  I wasn't
concerned about having just come in her mouth.

"Go to bed, little brother.  We're all going to look like hell,
come morning."




The next morning Emily walked with me to biology; Mercedes was
already there, talking to Karen.  I made a private vow that I was
going to get Wanda to arrive earlier; Mercedes always got there
first.

Wanda really had gotten up early and had done a good job on the
pool.  Emily and I had hit the water within minutes of each
other.

Instead of doing as I expected, going back to bed, Wanda showered
and dressed, then after Emily had showered, Wanda proceeded to do
a minor makeover for her.  It wasn't much, just brushing her hair
back and putting it into a ponytail instead of straight like
Emily usually wore her hair.  But it was remarkable; within
minutes of seeing herself in the mirror Emily was smiling and
laughing at Wanda's stupid jokes.

It was a distraction, on the way to school, Emily being so happy.
 Me?  I was more than a little nervous.  I was having second
thoughts about Mercedes and me.  What if, after she'd had time to
think about it, she decided I wasn't what she wanted?  I wanted
her!

Emily chattered away as we walked up to the biology lab, where
Mercedes and Karen were waiting.  I tried not to be too nervous.

When Mercedes saw me, she smiled broadly and I smiled back,
trying to hide my relief.  That's when I realized what the real
difference between yesterday and today was.  Before yesterday I'd
only dreamed about making love to someone like I'd made love to
Mercedes.  Now, I'd done it.  I'd made love to a girl like I used
to dream about.  Nothing in the universe could ever take that
away from me...

Mercedes had been standing patiently while I thought my most
pleasant thoughts.  Her finger punched into my chest.  "You don't
have anything to say?"

I was startled, trying to imagine what I could say here, in front
of a dozen of my peers that would leave them laughing.  Then I
realized I'd missed what was the real difference and wanted to
shrivel up and blow away.  It was the same thing as Emily: her
hair was different.

"No braids!" I said, a little stunned.

"I slept really soundly last night," she told me, grinning.  "I
didn't have time to make them up this morning."

"Oh!" I really missed them!

"At lunch, I will show you how to do them.  And then,
Messerschmitt, you will know how hard it is to look your best!"

We all went inside when Ms. Weaver opened the door.

Emily and Karen went up to hand her the paperwork, but someone
had already told her that they would be coming.  The two of them
promptly were seated at a lab bench together, towards the back.

While Ms. Weaver was dealing with them, Mercedes nodded towards
the teacher.  "You want to wait a little after class and talk to
her about the science fair project?"

I thought that was a good idea, and said so.

This was the first day where we weren't talking about science in
general and the history of biology.  Instead, she started
discussing how living organisms were organized.  And, just to
make life more interesting, she announced a quiz for Friday. 
That meant we were going to have to spend a lot of time with
Emily and Karen catching them up.  Time Mercedes and I could have
spent by ourselves.

I snorted to myself.  And what part of being there for your
friends don't you understand, Davey?  I had every intention of
spending the rest of my life as close to Mercedes as I could. 
And I was upset I might have to help a friend?  Not!

After class, Mercedes nodded to me and the two of us made a
beeline to talk to Ms. Weaver.  Mercedes didn't wait or beat
around the bush.  "Ms. Weaver, Davey and I are interested in
doing a science fair project.  We were wondering if we could come
to you for some help."

She smiled pleasantly at us.  "Well, I can try.  This is my first
year as a teacher.  I remember what it was like when I was in
high school, but that was a half dozen years ago.  I'm going to
need to check out how things are now, what the rules are.  I
understand they've changed a bit."

"We can get help on the rules from my dad," Mercedes told her. 
"He's the chemistry teacher.  We wanted to get some advice on a
topic."

"Sure, can you come in after school?"

"For a little while," it was my turn to talk.  "We have baseball
practice at four."

"That'll be fine," she told us.

We turned and saw Karen and Emily were waiting for us.  Mercedes
grinned at me.  "Four is a very good number.  The Three
Musketeers were really four, you know.  Three older guys helping
the new kid on the block, the son of an old comrade."

We reached the others and I grinned at them.  "Quiz Friday in
biology!  We are going to have to do some serious studying this
week!  All of us, together!"

Karen looked dubious but Emily laughed.  "Thanks, Davey!"

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