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Spitfire and Messerschmitt

Chapter 21 :: Nocturnal Osculation

We were just outside the gym, Pammie and Chuck still leading.

"Hold up a second," Wanda said, bringing our small herd to a
stop.

"It's a quarter after ten.  We need to meet back here at eleven,
and then we'll go over to our house and hang out until everyone
has to go home.  Anyone need to be home earlier?"

There was a chorus of "Noes" after which we headed inside.  Emily
and Rob went towards the end of the gym where there were some
vending machines, the seniors all headed out onto the dance
floor, Karen walked over to a chair and sat down, watching Pammie
and Chuck dance.

They were starting a new song and it got very noisy.  Mercedes
watched what was going on and then grinned at me.  "Last year,"
she said, raising her voice, "I went to a high school dance after
a game.  It seemed wild and exotic, a little naughty.  Now that
I'm here, it seems noisy and over-crowded."

Shellie had been looking around, too.  "Once, in San Antonio, my
step-father took us to a Mongolian Barbeque place.  I'm not sure
how it got 'barbeque' in the name, because it was more like a
stir-fry cafeteria.  You picked what you wanted and put it in
little bowls, then a cook put it on a huge iron plate and cooked
it... right next to everyone else's, and where they'd cooked
someone's dinner before yours."  She waved to the packed people
on the dance floor.  "How do you know who you're dancing with?"

Mercedes laughed. "I was wondering what your point was.  I don't
think a lot of them care."

Mercedes looked at me for a long second, then laughed again. 
"Why do I have a feeling that if I want to dance, it's going to
be me asking you?"

"Want to dance?"  I asked.

Mercedes looked at Shellie.  "Do you want to dance?"

"Not really.  You two go ahead."

"Amigos," Mercedes told her.  "You know, it's hot and stuffy in
here.  What say we walk outside and talk?"

Okay, so maybe I was secretly glad I wasn't going to dance.  I
did manage not to jump up and down when I agreed.

We walked back the way we came.  Outside were several dozen small
clumps of people talking underneath the lights on the front of
the gym.  The lights were high enough so that the bugs were way
up there, instead of down with us.   We moved off to one side,
and for a second, none of us said anything.

"Penny for your thoughts," Mercedes asked Shellie.

Shellie looked at her steadily for a few seconds, and then spoke
softly.  "I was wondering what it was like to be kissed."

"This isn't the place," Mercedes told her, "but over at
Davey's... I expect you'll find at least two volunteers to show
you."

Shellie reached out and touched Mercedes' fingers.  "I always
thought that it wasn't ever going to happen for me.   I had
dreams about finding someone, but I never thought I would.  Then,
on the first day of school, Davey stood up for me, against
Colonel Terrell.  No one ever did anything like that for me
before.  Once, when I was in grade school, a girl pushed me and
knocked me down.  My father told me I should have punched her in
the nose.  He wouldn't complain to the school.  He told me I had
to learn to stand on my own two feet."

She was silent briefly and then smiled at me.  "I waited for
Colonel Terrell to send Davey to the office or spank him or..." 
She shook her head.  "None of that happened.  Davey faced him and
the Colonel didn't do anything to him.  So now, I talk back to
him."  She giggled.  "And he doesn't do anything to me, either."

"And this has what to do with kissing?" Mercedes asked, trying, I
thought, to be funny.

"I found I could do something I thought was impossible.  Now I
look forward to finding ways to twit Colonel Terrell.  And
standing here I'm thinking about learning how to kiss, and I'm
getting all fluttery inside and wishing I didn't have to wait."

I saw Mercedes was looking at something behind me, and I started
to turn but Mercedes shook her head.  "Don't let him mess this
up.  And don't you mess it up, either."

I'd paused to listen, and then finished my movement.

Fesselhof was walking towards us, a big grin on his face.  "Died
and gone to heaven, I have," he said when he stopped a step or
two away.  "You out here with just your girlie friends."

There was no warning, nothing.  He swung at me like I'd swung on
Terry Toohey.  He drew back and slugged me as hard as he could,
trying to push his fist out my back.

I had only a fraction of a second to react and all I managed was
to suck in a little air.

His fist hit me and I saw his eyes change from gloating pleasure
to pain.  Fesselhof looked down at his fist, then back up at me.
At first, I thought he was pretending; that he'd pulled the punch
at the last instant.  I'm not sure what he saw in my eyes right
then, but I'm sure it wasn't anything like he expected.

"Go play someplace else, Fesselhof," I told him, trying to pack a
lot of malevolence into my words.  He turned and walked quickly
away, cradling his hand.

"You okay, Davey?" Mercedes asked, her hand on my arm.

"Fine, I think he pulled the punch there in the end."

"You hurt him," Shellie said.

Mercedes giggled and reached out and put her hand on my stomach,
atop my shirt.  "Suck in your gut, Davey."

I didn't know what else to do, so I sucked in my gut.

"Yep," Mercedes said, looking at Shellie.  "Feel that, girl! 
Davey's stomach feels like he's got a pine board under there." 
She was running her hand over my stomach.  I don't know if my
stomach was as hard as a board, but my woody was.

Shellie was more tentative, but she too ran her hand over my
stomach.

"What?" I asked, "I have stomach muscles?  So what?"

Mercedes just laughed.  "Davey, ol' Fesselhof came right up to
you, looked you in the eye and gave you his best shot.  You
didn't blink, you didn't flinch, and you just stood there looking
at him as if nothing had happened.  Maybe Fesselhof is smarter
than he looks.  Anytime you give it your best shot and the other
guy hardly notices, it's a good time to turn around and walk
away."

I ran my own hand over my stomach.  It was something I'd noticed,
but hadn't noticed.  I swam.  I did chin-ups.  For the better
part of two weeks I'd been exercising in PE and baseball
practice.  My stomach was rock solid muscle when I sucked in my
gut.

"Shit!" I said, startled.  "I've turned into a muscle-bound
jock!"

Shellie reached over and lifted my hand up and looked at it.  "No
scrapes on your knuckles, so you can't be dragging them."

All three of us laughed at the joke and Fesselhof faded off the
radar screen.

A little before eleven we went over to where we were supposed to
meet Wanda.  Emily and Rob were there, sitting on the steps,
talking.  Karen was standing a few feet away, listening to what
they were saying.

We joined them, and a minute later Wanda, Jack, Pammie and Chuck
appeared from the dance.  "Karen, Chuck is going to take us home,
okay?"  Pammie told her cousin.

Karen nodded and the three of them started towards the parking
lot.

Emily spoke up, not something I would have expected from her. 
"Can Rob come over for a while, Wanda?"

Wanda smiled. "Sure, kiddo.  But I know football players and
wannabe football players.  When he asks you take off your clothes
so he can take your picture, you better be ready."

The look Emily gave Wanda could have peeled paint off the wall.

"Sorry," Wanda said instantly.  She turned to Rob.  "I'm sorry,
sometimes I make an ass of myself."

Rob smiled sweetly at her.  "As long as I can take the picture of
that, Emily can stay covered up."

Wanda stuck her tongue out at him and everyone laughed.

Rob wasn't done with my sister.  "Okay, I was lying.  It's not
your bare butt I want to take pictures of."

Jack coughed and Rob looked at him.  "Okay," Rob said with a
grin.  "I take back everything I said.  I will be a gentleman
with Emily."

Rob rode a small motorcycle.  He got the directions to the house
and promised to be there right away.  Jack went to get his car,
while the rest of us went with Wanda.

When we got home, both Rob and Jack had beaten us.  We stood
talking in the family room for a few minutes then Wanda looked
around.

"There are some people here I don't know that well.  You all come
strongly recommended.  Only you, Jack, and you, Rob, do I have
any doubts about.  This is like a take once test.  Pass or fail.
We all have our separate interests, personal and private. 
There's not an infinite amount of privacy here.  You may see,
hear or figure out some things of a personal or private nature.

"If I ever hear anything about what goes on in my house with my
friends, I will find out who has the big fat mouth.  You do not
want to know what will happen to the big fat mouth after that. 
Let's just say you'd be wise to move.  Alaska, maybe.  Or Hawaii.
 Mars would be good.  Far, far away."

I watched Jack glance around the room.  Shellie was standing
between Mercedes and me; Rob was next to Emily and Jack was close
to Wanda.

Wanda was looking at Mercedes; at first I was a little upset,
then I was curious.  Why wasn't Wanda looking at Shellie instead?
 Why hadn't she mentioned Shellie?

Mercedes laughed suddenly, and then leaned close to Shellie.  I
couldn't see very well, but it looked like Mercedes was kissing
Shellie's ear.  Jack's eyes widened momentarily, then he blushed.
 I realized that, until that instant, Jack hadn't understood
about Shellie and Mercedes and me.  And probably still didn't,
not completely.

"Can we talk?" Jack asked Wanda.

Wanda grinned.  "Thought you'd never ask!  My room is nice and
private."  She grabbed his arm and led him away.

Emily spoke up.  "I'm going to talk to Rob out by the pool."

A second later, Mercedes, Shellie and I were alone.  Or more
accurately, I was alone, because Mercedes was kissing Shellie
very, very thoroughly.

Even as I thought that, Mercedes let go of Shellie and gently
spun Shellie around to face me.  I leaned close and brought my
lips against hers.  Shellie seemed hesitant for a second, then
she kissed me back, her arms going around my shoulders.

I had at that point kissed Wanda, Mercedes, Pammie and Irene. 
Irene wasn't someone I wanted to kiss again; I seriously doubted,
no matter what Mercedes thought, that I would get a chance to
kiss Pammie again.

Wanda was a sexual force of nature.  When she kissed you, you got
hard and wanted to get in bed with her sooner rather than later.
Kissing Mercedes wasn't so much hormones as something I felt on a
completely different level.  A lot more than sex or hormones.

Shellie was eager; that's the word I used to myself.  Eager. 
Then I realized something else different about the kiss. 
Virginal.  Mercedes hadn't been with a boy, but she'd been with
Pammie.  She'd made love to someone.  Wanda had made love to
someone.  Shellie's kiss lacked the knowledge of what was to
come.  Eager, but inexperienced.

Shellie pulled back and leaned close, laying her head against my
chest.  "I want something from you, Davey."

"It's yours, Shellie," I replied softly.  "My love."

"It still seems strange to stand here between you and Mercedes. 
I can see it when the two of you are together.  You both change.
Two becoming one."

"And we want three to be one," Mercedes told her, snuggling close
to Shellie, hugging her from behind so we had a sort of
Shellie-sandwich between us.

"I want Davey to lay me down on his bed and make love to me,"
Shellie told her, but she was looking at me.

Mercedes giggled.  "Then do it.  I'm not going to mind; I'm going
to watch."

Shellie met my eyes and lifted her lips to be kissed again.  I
kissed her and her tongue came into my mouth, pushing hard.

I pushed back with my tongue and for some time we kissed like
that.  Then Shellie pulled back the least bit and whispered,
"Now, please."

I'd taken two steps towards my room when I realized what was
hanging on the bedpost.  I swallowed in reaction as my entire
life with Mercedes flashed before my eyes.  I took a deep
breath.

Mercedes reached the door first and opened it, grandly ushering
Shellie and me forward.  As soon as Mercedes closed the door
behind us, shy Shellie was kissing me again, her fingers going to
the buttons of my shirt, starting to unbutton it.

She had a lot of trouble undoing my belt and unsnapping my jeans,
but she worked through how to do it backwards and I kicked them
away, standing nude in front of her.

She reached down and ran her fingers over my erection, closing
her fist around it.  She grinned at me.  "I thought I was going
to be more afraid."

"The fear is in our heads, put there by our parents to delay this
moment as long as they can," Mercedes told her.  "Then one day it
happens.  God, I'd hate for it to be like Emily experienced. 
Trust me, Shellie.  Trust Davey.  It's not going to be like that.
 This is how it should be."

"At home, I masturbate a lot," Shellie whispered, her grip
firming, her hand now sliding up and down my length.  "I dream
about sex, I fantasize about sex."  She smiled at me.  "You
should see some of my cartoons about sex.  Triple X!"

Shellie paused, even her hand stopped.  She looked me in the eye.
 "I dreamed about what it would be like, but at the same time, in
my heart of hearts, I never thought it would happen."

I smiled at her and reached over and pulled her sweater up and
over her head.  Shellie reached behind herself to undo her bra
snap, and when she went to drop her bra, Mercedes reached in and
scooped it up, dropping it over the bedpost, to join hers.

Shellie blinked, then looked at me in astonishment.  Mercedes
saved the moment.  "I asked Davey to keep mine on his bedpost, to
give him something to think about at night when I'm not there. 
Now he has a choice!"

I tried to ignore Shellie's breasts, and focus on Mercedes.  It
was hard; Shellie's breasts glowed soft and pale in the dimness
of my room.  They were hemispherical like Wanda's and Pammie's,
but much smaller.  Unlike my sister, her friend and Mercedes,
Shellie's skin was pale white, probably, I thought, never having
seen the sun.

The sharp contrast between her skin and what I'd seen before
seemed strange and exotic.  In fact, when Shellie was standing
nude, it was clear she didn't have any tan lines.  Her arms were
a little darker than the rest of her skin, but her body was very
pale.

I forced myself to look away.  There, on my bedpost were two
bras.  A contrast.  Mercedes' was black, Shellie's white. 
Mercedes' was light and airy; Shellie's was heavier.  But more
than that, more than anything, they looked like two trophies hung
to show my prowess.

I reached out and took them.  I handed Mercedes' back to her,
then Shellie hers.  "This isn't how I imagined giving this back
would be like.  One was cool, two are beyond uncool."  I grinned
at her.  "Trust me, mi amigos, I don't need reminding of how
lucky I am.  Or a prop for my imagination.  I have you two.  More
than anyone deserves."

Mercedes looked at the bra in her hand, then at me.  She leaned
close and kissed me lightly on the cheek.  "I love you, Davey. 
So many ways!"  She pulled back, a grin on her face.  "Now you
need to concentrate on the bird in hand!"

I turned back to Shellie, who flowed into my arms.  This time
when we kissed, her breasts pressed against my chest, a warm
wonderful feeling that encouraged and roused me.  My arms reached
around her, running up and down her back.  Mercedes' skin felt
like velvet, smooth and plush, sensual.  Shellie was white satin,
cool and slickly soft to the touch.

Somewhere in the next few minutes, standing or not, ready or not,
Shellie moved just so and I moved just so and I slid inside her.
Not deep, just the head of my erection, but there was no doubt
where I was.  I opened my eyes and saw Shellie smiling, her eyes
squinched tightly shut, an enormous smile of pleasure on her
face.

Her hands slid down my back and pulled me to her.  I heard a
faint intake of breath, the briefest gasp of pain.  Her hand on
my back squeezed more tightly for a second, then Shellie opened
her eyes and looked at me.  "You're in me!" Her voice was softer
than a whisper, but loud in my ears.

I was in her.  Something passed between us in that second;
something different from what I'd felt with Mercedes.  With
Mercedes I'd felt complete, whole.  But with Shellie I was so
much more.  Words can't describe it; they can't come close.  The
most wonderful feeling of belonging, of understanding my place in
things... a million sensations that crested as I moved inside
her, pushing deeper into her.

Shellie took a breath, moved again and I could feel my hard
erection touch the innermost depths of her vagina.  I pulled
back, pushed in again, a slow deliberate stroke.  It wasn't the
warm moistness of Wanda or Mercedes, it was direct, skin-to-skin
contact, friction so exquisite, nothing like I'd ever felt
before.

Shellie held tight to me, a different gasp this time.  With a
burst of insight, I realized she'd just come.  Not a giant
crashing orgasm, but a completion of something she'd longed for,
for a very long time.  Every two or three strokes brought another
of those soft gasps, the pleased and pleasured expression on her
face.  Our movements were becoming easier, there was some
moisture lubricating the places we were in contact.

She clutched and clung, more tightly than ever.  "I have to lie
down," she said, "my legs are shaking!"

I pulled away and Shellie sat down on my bed, obviously trying to
catch her breath.  Her eyes focused on me, and she smiled and
then looked beyond me.  I turned slightly and saw Mercedes had
pushed down her jeans and was masturbating hard; her eyes
closed.

I leaned down and kissed Shellie on her forehead, then the tip of
her nose.  I brushed her lips with mine, but had no mind to
linger.  I kissed her throat; the hollow of her shoulder, then
brought my lips to one of her nipples.  Her nipples and the
areolas around them were much lighter than Mercedes', and when
erect, like they were now, not as big but just as hard.

I spent some time kissing her breasts, and while I was at it,
caressing her sex with my hand.  I contemplated going down on
her, but decided that Mercedes should have the pleasure of that
first; I certainly didn't need more.

"Davey," Shellie whispered, "I don't want to sound greedy, but
I'd rather have you than your finger in me."

"That's not greed," Mercedes replied for me, "just common
sense!"

We all giggled, and I moved to where I could once again enter
her.  In the next few minutes I came to learn that the angles
weren't as good as when we'd been standing, I couldn't get nearly
as deep inside her.  But hormones were driving us now, more so
than before.  She clutched at me and pulled, and I pushed hard. 
I'd had no trouble not coming before, preferring to find pleasure
in just being in her.  Now I wanted to come and it seemed like
Shellie wanted that too.  We stopped worrying about how deep I
could push into her and concentrated on what we had.

It was as incredible as sex can be, both of us riding along on
the passion of the other until she gave a loud cry of happiness
as she came.  That alone drove me over the edge and I came as
well, spurting and filling her with my happiness and love.

We relaxed together, and as I relaxed, my erection shriveled and
vanished.  Shellie giggled.  "That's the oddest feeling!"

I shrugged, wishing I'd stayed hard.

Mercedes was nude now, and she joined us on the bed, lying on the
other side of Shellie.  Mercedes was lying on her side, one hand
draped along Shellie's hip, lightly stroking her skin.  I moved
so I was in the same position, Shellie staying on her back.  For
a few minutes there was nothing but silence, and the slow languid
motions of our fingers as we caressed our love.  There were no
words, just a mutual quiet as we contemplated life and each
other.

I was thinking about saying something, but it was Wanda again who
brought us back to the real world.  She knocked on my door and
once again announced loudly that it was getting close to time to
take the girls home.

We dressed quickly, still not saying anything.  When we were
presentable again, Mercedes hugged and kissed Shellie, then
hugged and kissed me.  I kissed Shellie and after I'd let go, the
three of us happened to sigh all at once.  Mercedes broke down in
giggles.  "Amen!"

I got to sit in the back seat with my two lovers, holding their
hands.  We dropped off Shellie first, and Mercedes went out with
her, walking her to the door.  They spoke a few words and then
Mercedes was back.

When we got to Mercedes' house, she thanked Wanda for the ride,
bid me goodnight and reminded me about baseball in the morning. 
At the last second she handed me Shellie's jewel box from her
purse.

I sat next to Wanda as we drove home.  "Are you and Jack together
again?"  I asked, when she didn't say anything.

Wanda glanced at me and didn't say anything at first.  "I guess.
I don't know.  I don't think I could face myself if what we did
tonight was a mercy, goodbye fuck.  He's not a bad guy; he's okay
in bed, but... I don't think I want to spend the rest of my life
with him."

She laughed then.  "And you, little brother!  Pammie would freak
if she had more than one person in bed at once.  She likes to
give it her full attention."

I didn't say anything and when Wanda stopped her car at the house
she leaned over and kissed my cheek.  "Little brother, I tell you
true.  I wouldn't kick either of your friends out of bed, but I
have to say Shellie is a cute piece of work.  Yummie!"

We reached the door and she put her hand on my arm and pulled me
up.  "I was thinking tonight, when I was with Jack, that you
probably don't need any complications in your life just now. 
Even assuming you had any energy left after consorting with your
friends."

I thought that through.  Wanda was saying she'd rather it had
been me than Jack tonight.

She gave me a hug and headed for her room, and I went towards
mine.

I was surprised to find Emily sitting cross-legged on the floor
in the family room, listening to music on headphones.  She saw
me, and gestured for me to come over.  Emily took off the
headphones as I sat down next to her.

"Davey, could we talk?"

"Sure, Emily."

I was surprised again when she leaned down and put her head on my
shoulder.  "I was thinking about Wanda earlier... I was wishing I
had a brother.  Then I realized that I do."

"Whatever you need, Emily."

She smiled.  "Rob and I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I do want to be your friend, but I think I'd be disappointed if
I was your only friend."

Emily nodded.  "We talked a lot.  It was nice.  He's really crazy
about Hollywood and movies."

"I think that's what you need to be, sometimes, to get things
done.  Go all out.  Mercedes is like that, too."

"He only asked me that once about talking to him about..." she
ran her hand over her stomach.  She wasn't showing, but it was
clear what she meant.  "At first, the idea was so horrible that I
wouldn't even think about it.  Now... I don't know.

"I wonder if I tell people what it was like for me, that maybe it
might help someone.  Girls, you know, like me."

"It's something you have to think about, Emily."  I debated
saying what was on my own mind.  Irene had come to mind already
this evening, now her specter was haunting me again.  "It might
make things more difficult for you with your mother."  I'd almost
said "at home" but decided against it.

"You mean I might be kicked out or something?"  Emily was really
sarcastic.

"Something like that.  I just wanted you to consider it."

"I suppose I should," she paused before going on.  "I keep
thinking, though, that I really, really would like to be able to
help someone who ends up like me.  There aren't many Davey
Harpers in the world and fewer parents like yours.  If I could
help just one person... it would be part payment for what you and
your family has done for me."

"I don't think you have to pay us back," I told her.  "But if you
want to do something, that sounds best."

"You won't mind?  Because if I talk to Rob, I'm going to talk
about you, too."

"I don't mind.  Wanda I can't speak for."

Emily nodded.  "I wasn't going to talk about Wanda.  It seems
like a dream.  It wasn't something I'd ever thought about before.
 Tonight with Rob... I was thinking it would be nice if he kissed
me.  But he's too shy."

"Maybe," I told her.  "But it might just be that he wants to take
his time.  He wants to be sure, and above all, he wants you to be
sure."

Emily nodded.  "Thanks, Davey.  I'm going to listen to music for
a little while longer before I go to bed."

Which, I took, meant I should go to bed.  I smiled at her and
stood, then tottered off to my room.



Morning came early, and I was feeling a little tired but I wanted
to swim.  Wanda had been out to take care of the pool and was
sitting on a patio chair, staring morosely at the water.

"Morning, big sister," I greeted her.

"Morning, Davey."  She waved at the pool.  "It's been long
enough, if you want to swim."

"Thanks," I told her.

She was wearing short shorts and a T-shirt, and once again I
found my eyes drawn to her breasts.

Wanda laughed.  "Little brother, I'm so in the mood!  You can
look at me like that for about another five seconds before I come
over there and make both of our days."

"Would it?" I asked, a little curious.  I hadn't been in the mood
a second before, but I was getting there.  Say another five
seconds.

She looked at me.  "I keep telling myself it's sex I want.  Yet,
I had sex last night.  Twice, because Jack missed me.  I thought
about waking Emily up, but changed my mind.  I don't know what I
want."

She looked at me.  "That's a joke.  I want you.  I want someone
to look at me the way Mercedes looks at you.  The way your friend
Shellie looks at you.  God, that girl's cute!"

"Jack looks devoted," I told her.

"Oh, he is.  He is.  But Davey, I tell you true.  He might be
devoted, but he had a lot of trouble last night after Mercedes
kissed Shellie.  He was having trouble with the thought of you
and two girls, but I guess that's his idea of a stud sort of
thing.   But two girls... that grossed him out.  Mom is right, if
I want to play around later in life, girl friends will cause
fewer complications than guys.  And unless your guy approves,
it's 'complications' any way you look at it."

I was in no position to talk about complications.  I had two
girlfriends, my sister was my lover, and I was standing looking
at my sister hard as a rock, wishing I had the courage to take
off her T-shirt.  But that would be complicated, I thought. 
Mercedes said she didn't mind Wanda, but what would Shellie
think?

The simplest thing, the smart thing, would be to dive into the
pool and swim until I couldn't.  What was it about Wanda's
breasts that excited me?  I liked Mercedes' a lot more;
Shellie's, too.  But in my mind right then, it was Wanda's orbs I
was kissing and fondling.

There was the sound of the sliding door to the family room behind
me, and I turned to look.

"Sorry to interrupt," Dad said, "Wanda, Pammie's on the phone."

Before seven in the morning?  That was odd.

Wanda hopped up and headed inside.  I decided that the moment was
gone and I should get in some swimming.  I splashed down and
headed for the other end of the pool.  I made my first turn and
saw Wanda standing at the edge of the pool.

"Got a few minutes?" she asked.  I pulled up and looked at her.

"Still horny?"

"Not as much," I told her.

"Pammie and Karen are going to be here in a minute.  Big fight
last night at their house.  Her father has decided he doesn't
like football players now, because Jack was on drugs.  Never mind
that Jack tested negative.  'Everyone knows.'"  She made air
quotes for the last two words.

"And this has what to do with me?"  Or you, I thought, but didn't
speak the words.

"It's a little complicated, but it makes sense from Pammie's
point of view.  Last night on the way home they stopped for a few
minutes.  Pammie let Chuck finger fuck her, then she went down on
him."

I grimaced.  Too much information!

"Karen was right there, watching.  Last night the two of them
talked after the fight.  Pammie wants to come over and get
together with me for old time's sake.  And to spite her parents.
In the meantime, Karen wants someone to teach her how to give a
guy a blowjob.  You'd be sort of a training dummy."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.  "Anything else I can do for you
or your friends?"

"Pammie says that later in the week, if you'll hold still, she'd
be happy to make your day.  Or me, if you like, tonight."

I rolled my eyes.  "Leaving out a friend or two of my own that
I'd like to spend some time with."

"There's that.  Davey, I'm asking, okay?"

"Well, since you're asking, let me tell you that this is a dumber
idea than the one Pammie had the other day about doing it on the
picnic table in the pool house without birth control.  One of
these days, her parents are going to do something to piss her off
and she's going to say something a whole lot of people will
regret."

"Yeah, I suppose."  Wanda didn't sound very convinced.  "So, no
blow job?"

"No blow job."

"You understand it was you who gave Karen the idea?  She wants to
seduce Chuck with Pammie there.  She just didn't want to start
from a position of inexperience, as it were."

I heard a car pull up in front and I looked Wanda right in the
eye.  "I'm going to swim a bit more."

She nodded and left and I started swimming.  I cleared my mind of
everything except the water and me.  I didn't swim as fast as I'd
been doing, but I swam for half an hour, maybe a little more.

When I finally stopped, Emily and Karen were sitting on the pool
deck, having breakfast.

"Your mom says there is stuff for french toast in the kitchen,"
Emily told me.

"Thanks."

I showered and ate breakfast with the two of them.  The
conversation was mundane, about school and homework.  Wanda and
Pammie were out of sight and at least out of my mind.

A little after nine Mercedes showed up, with Shellie in tow. 
"Shellie wants to watch a baseball game.  She hasn't really ever
watched one before.  Girl's softball in school is all."

I smiled at them both and got into the back seat of the van. 
Mercedes and Shellie had been riding in back; I ended up in the
middle, and with her father doing the driving.  What he thought
of the seating arrangements, I had no idea.  The three of us
talked about algebra and English, mostly.

Mercedes showed Shellie where to sit, and then we were off to the
slightly early practice, with more warm-ups than usual.  After
warm ups we went back to the locker room and changed into our new
uniforms; it felt nice to see all of us togged out, and Coach
Wells took a few pictures.

When we went to take the field, there were only about fifty
people in the stands; a far cry from what had been at the
football stadium the night before.  Not very likely to rock the
house, I thought.  Of course, it was just a practice game, too. 
Maybe it would be better during the regular season.  I hoped so.

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