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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the previous seventeen chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Eighteen

(Note to SOL readers this post replaces the original chapter 18 posted
at SOL and is significantly changed)



It was a long bike ride home and the night had gotten cold, but I
didn't really notice it all that much. I was still warm inside after
being with Brian. He'd been sort of a jerk, bringing his three
friends in the girl's locker room, but I'd been a jerk too, telling
the principal that Brian had touched me when he hadn't. So I
couldn't really blame him for wanting some kind of revenge, I mean
the boy part of me understood it completely, and the girl part, well
she hadn't even noticed until later, until we'd kissed. I hadn't
felt queer kissing Brian, not even a little bit. I hadn't even
thought about it and I wondered if that was good or bad.

How come all this was happening to me right now though, I wondered,
pedaling my bike down the county road slowly. I mean ever since that
first time I'd had sex with my brother Steve it had been one thing
after another, one person after another. It was like a dam had burst or
something and it made me a little confused and even worried, sorta.
Maybe I was a slut. But I didn't feel like a slut and I'd never
worried about that before, so why now, after having sex with Brian?
Maybe he thought I was a slut, I wondered, and maybe that's why he
wanted to go out with me. Wendy Eversman wouldn't suck his dick, I
bet. She probably wouldn't even touch it and that made me feel good,
sorta, but a little bad too cause I'd touched a lot of dicks. But I
couldn't really be a slut, could I?

Only girls could be sluts, I thought, but then I remembered that Scott
had told me fags could be sluts too. But I wasn't having sex with
everybody. My brothers didn't count, did they? And Coach, well he was
different, so he probably didn't count, and Miss Haven too. Having
sex with her couldn't really make me a slut, especially since I was
trying to hook her up with my brother, Steve. I'd had sex with
Josh's cousin, Sandy, but I hadn't been looking for it and she'd
seduced me, mostly. That couldn't count, right? And Kyle, we'd done
it but he was my best friend and I knew we'd never do it again, so
that didn't make me a slut. I'd been pretty slutty with Jane and
Sherry though, but just for that one night and now Jane was my
girlfriend and I didn't particularly want to have sex with Sherry
again and that was sort of special circumstances anyway. So a
girlfriend couldn't count and that meant Julie didn't count either
and Sherry didn't count and so...

Did having sex with Brian make me a slut? He was just one boy. If I'd
had sex with his 3 friends too, well then, yeah, I'd have been a
total slut. But I didn't and I really wanted Brian to be my boyfriend
so, no, that didn't make me a slut either. It all seemed perfectly
logical to me and I felt a great sense of relief. I didn't have to
worry about that, at least!

I was halfway home and I still had more worrying to do though. I had 2
girlfriends already, 3 if you counted Miss Haven, which maybe she was
and maybe she wasn't. I hadn't thought she was at first, but now I
sorta did, but if she and Steve started dating then, I guess she
wouldn't be. I had a pretty good idea they would date too, and
seriously, since Steve was really good at getting girls and Miss Haven
was super hot, but it would sorta depend on if Steve liked her super
submissive personality too. I had no idea about that and I sorta wished
I could ask him, you know?

Anyway, two girlfriends and that was nice for me, but it worried me
now. Jane wouldn't care, I didn't think, as long as we stayed
together too. At least that's what she said. But Julie, she
wouldn't understand at all, not after she'd found out about Jane
and the two of them had come to some sort of arrangement. She'd made
me promise that there wouldn't be any more girlfriends, and I was
pretty sure that included boyfriends too. And Brian knew I was seeing
Jane, I mean everyone did, but we hadn't talked about it. He
wouldn't want to share, I didn't think, since he didn't really
strike me as the sharing kind, you know? He liked to get his way, since
that was what he was used to, and once he found out about Julie he was
probably going to make me choose between him and them.

And then my friend Steve, little Steve with his nice smile and that
cute beauty mark at the corner of his mouth and his puppy dog eyes
behind his glasses; what was I gonna do about him? I'd sort of been
avoiding him, by accident mostly, but that wouldn't last. In fact he
was coming over that night, so I'd have to deal with it. I knew he
liked me a lot, I liked him too, but I wasn't sure it was the same. I
mean I didn't really think about kissing him or anything, although I
would maybe, mostly I didn't really think about him at all, just
cause I was pretty busy thinking about everybody else. But he had asked
me out and I'd sort of said yes, but that was before I'd hooked up
with Jane and Julie, otherwise I'd have said no, probably.

It didn't seem fair and my little 14 year old brain didn't have any
idea what to do about any of it. Thinking about it didn't help
though, that was for sure. All it had done was remind me how much
trouble I was in and make me even more worried. I wished I was like 3
people, I thought, riding my big onto the big wide gravel drive that
lead to the house and the garage. I shoulda been triplets maybe, then
there would have been enough of me to go around, and who knows, maybe
one of us would have liked being a girl. That sort of cheered me up,
even made me giggle a little, which I really needed a lot!

"You're home late." My dad was in the kitchen and Greg was
washing dishes. David was sitting at the table with the folder for that
Cougar.

"Yeah. I sorta got some cramps." I made a face and dropped my
backpack on the floor. I got some Tylenols out of the cabinet and took
a couple with a glass of juice. I did have a little one too, but it
wasn't bad like the kind I got at the beginning of my menses, and I
was glad I had it since I knew it meant my period was almost done. I
figured it was just my body rearranging itself a little now that I was
all cleaned out inside, getting ready to give Brian a new egg to shoot
for. And that thought seemed wicked and weird and almost made me choke
on my juice.

I covered my mouth and my Daddy looked at me.

"You okay?" He asked and I nodded. "Drink slower, you'll live
longer."

"Yeah." I gasped and drank the rest of my juice carefully,
wondering why that thought had crept into my brain and hoping it
didn't show on my face.

People think I'm dumb for a couple reasons. First because I'm a
mechanic, but you can't be dumb and be a good mechanic. It doesn't
work like that. Another reason is that I'm blonde and reasonably
attractive. Even though I had short hair back then, people still knew I
was pretty, although I didn't want to be. I've never been dumb
though, not even when I was doing dumb things. If anything I was
probably too smart for my own good, and losing a few brain cells might
have been a good thing. I'd have spent less time worrying about
everything else and just got on with life, which was pretty much what I
did anyway, to tell the truth, I just worried about it in my spare
time.

Anyway, I was just about all worried out by the time I was sitting down
at the table, but the trouble with having a real close family, if there
is one, is that people can tell when you're being bothered by
something, even when it's not really bothering you all that much
anymore.

"There's some pork chops in the oven." Daddy was saying and he
started fixing me a plate. "Everything okay?"

Uh, yeah." I shrugged, knowing it wasn't the innocent question it
sounded like.

"Matt called about half hour ago, looking for you." Daddy was
warming up some gravy in the microwave for my potatoes. "But I guess
he didn't have cramps."

So then I knew he just wanted to know the real reason I was almost an
hour late coming home. There wasn't gonna be any avoiding it, so I
sorta bit the bullet.

"I was talking with Brian Hades." I smiled, just a little. "I
kinda owed him an apology, you know?"

"An apology?" David looked at me and grinned. "You did him a
favor, his nose was way to small for his big head." Greg laughed at
that and even Daddy smiled.

"Shut-up." I said, making a face at him.

"So you got it all straightened out then?" Daddy asked.

"Yeah, I don't know." I sighed and made another spontaneous
decision, like always. "I think he wants to ask me out, kinda."

"Is that right?" The corners of Daddy's lips went down.

"After you kicked his butt?" Greg laughed some more.

"I guess some fellas like that in a girl." Daddy laughed too and I
blushed a little.

"I just don't know if I should or not, I mean um..." I shook my
head. Daddy knew I had a girlfriend anyway, they all did, but it still
woulda been weird talking about it. Probably for Daddy too, so we sorta
let it drop.

"You ready to do that Merc?" David asked me and I nodded. "What
time is your friend showing up?"

I glanced at the clock, it was just before eight. "I don't know, I
figured he'd be here already." I shrugged and sat at the table as
Daddy set the plate down in front of me. It was just warm, not really
hot, and the pork chops were a little dry even with some gravy, but it
was still good. I was starving.

"Jerry Stiles just left about half an hour ago. Him and his boy Wade
started on the pantry. We moved all that junk out to the shed, so if
you go lookin for anything..." Daddy said, watching me eat.

"We?" Greg looked at Daddy and laughed. "You didn't move a damn
thing, pops!"

"Heh." My dad grinned. "Watch your cussin'..." he looked at
me and winked. "...I was supervising."

"I bet." I said with my mouth full and David was shaking his head.
It was nice to be home, I thought.

"Anyway, gonna be some 20 foot by 13 or so, so you got a lot of room
in there. Gonna put a big bay window where those old doors were and a
little closet and a little bathroom."

"Okay, that'll be nice." I smiled, it sounded good to me.

"Or else you can have a bigger bathroom and no closet." Daddy
shrugged. "Or a walk-in closet and no bathroom."

"I want a bathroom." I said. "And I guess a closet would be sorta
handy."

"I figured that too." Daddy smiled. "But we gotta do the plumbing
ourselves, Jerry don't do that stuff."

I shrugged. "I can do it; I'll get Craig Lawler to help me." I
wasn't bad with plumbing, in fact I sorta liked it cause it was easy,
but I never tried piping a whole bathroom either. Craig was a guy I
knew, well we all knew him, but I mean I had helped him out with his
Javelin a few times, which wasn't a bad car, but those old AMC's
were gluttons for attention. His family owned Lawler Brothers Plumbing,
up in Wilverness, so I figured he'd give me a hand so long as I got
the materials from them.

"Nelson gonna do the wiring?" David asked.

"Yeah." Daddy nodded. "We just gotta keep him sober."

"Get him out here early then, before breakfast." Greg chuckled and
dried his hands. "I heard he likes Blackjack pancakes."

"What's that?" I asked, finishing off my potatoes.

"Blackberry brandy in the batter and Jack Daniels in the coffee."
Greg shook his head. "He's gonna be dead by the time he hits
fifty."

"Gross!" I made a face.

Nelson was the only certified electrician in town and he liked to
drink. He liked to drink a lot and he was a good drunk. Nelson was
pretty funny and always doing silly harmless things, like sitting his
250 pound butt on a Styrofoam cooler for example, and then wondering
why they don't make Styrofoam coolers like they used to. The bad
thing was nobody wanted him anywhere near live electricity when he was
drunk, for obvious reasons, so that usually meant you had to roust him
out of bed at sunrise and get him to work before he could find a
bottle. Daddy was always saying one if us should get certified, not
only cause it was good money, but it would save a lot of trouble when
we needed some wiring done. Nobody liked waking up Nelson; he tended to
be a little cranky that time of day.

About the time I was finishing up my dinner a car was pulling into the
drive. Not just any car either, but a...

"Hey Pops, we got a Cuda outside. Looks stock too." Scott was
saying and I hadn't even realized he was home. I guess he was on the
internet or probably playing that game with the big cow maybe.

"Oh yeah?" My dad was out the kitchen door barefoot, not worrying
much about the cold or the gravel, and David, Greg, and I were right
behind him.

It wasn't just every day a 1970 Hemi Cuda pulled into your driveway,
but that was the only make and model that would have got Scott's
undivided attention. And if it was stock, then whoever was driving it
was about to make a friend for life, cause chopping a Hemi was like
committing a mortal sin with your neighbor's daughter, according to
my dad.

"That's a 426, Pops.  Damned if it ain't!" Greg was saying and
that engine was growling sweet until the guy finally killed it and the
doors opened.

"Hey Ann." My friend from school, Steve was getting out of the
passenger side and behind him his sort of half step-sister, Carol Hahn.

"Hi Greg." She smiled and gave my brother a little wave.

"Mr. Russet? I'm Dan Sawyer, been looking forward to meeting
you." Steve's dad was shaking hands with my dad while Steve walked
over to talk to me and Carol moved closer to Greg, although it didn't
seem like her dad knew they had a little romance blooming. Or maybe she
was just shy around my dad, it was hard telling.

"Nice to meet you, this here's my boys..." Dad was getting
friendly too, since anyone with a Cuda was okay in his expert opinion.

"Why didn't you tell me your dad has a Cuda?" I slapped Steve's
shoulder playfully. "Jesus."

"Um, I dunno." The boy shrugged. "It's just a car. Kinda
noisy."

I stared at him like he'd just said the world was shaped like red. It
made no sense whatsoever.

"You like it? All original, cept for a few little additions..."
Steve's dad was justifiably proud. "I've had it since I was 19,
my first real car and it was a mess!"

"Got the original three fifty four transmission?" Scott asked,
desperately wanting to pop the hood, I could tell.

"Yep, but I had to pull it off a '66 Satellite, you believe that?
Some guy wrapped the front end around a goddamn buffalo out in Montana.
Only thing left was the tranny and the rear end."

"Thrashed the motor?" Daddy looked like he'd just lost a child.

"Snapped the block, I looked at it myself." Mr. Sawyer shook his
head sadly. "Go ahead and pop the top, hey uh, maybe you could help
me out with something. The turbocharger starts to wind and dies like 3
seconds later...Just started doing that the other day."

"Sounds like some off-boost." I said and Daddy nodded while Scott
popped the hood.

"Off-boost huh?" He looked at me, and not just with interest in
what I was saying either. "Exhaust problem? Hose maybe?"

He wasn't looking at me curiously either, not the way most new people
I met did, like they were trying to decide if I was really a boy or a
girl. Mr. Sawyer was looking at me like he was interested in seeing
what I looked like naked and finding out for himself. It made me a
little shy and a lot of nervous. I blushed a little and glanced at my
dad, but he only had eyes for that car.

"Yeah." I nodded, clearing my throat a little and looking at him
again out of politeness. "Well, no, not a hose. Probably a bad
exhaust seal, giving out just a bit higher than your turbo..."

"So the charger starts and then the seal gives and you lose it, the
turbo stops spinning." Scott added. "Start it up and we'll take a
look...can we go for a spin?"

"Yeah, Scott, right? Keys are in the ignition, take her out." Mr.
Sawyer gave a little jerk of his head towards the highway. "I've
heard about you..." He was smiling at me, speaking gently.

"Dad..." Steve said softly, like he didn't want to be
embarrassed.

"I saw an article in Street Muscle, about that '70 Chevelle you
built..."

Scott was smiling and giving Daddy a little nod. He was gonna see what
that car would do, even without the turbocharger working right. And
Daddy had sort of excused himself, walking over and leaning inside as
Scott got comfortable behind the wheel.

"Uh, yeah." I looked at Mr. Sawyer, nodding and trying to think of
something to say. No man had ever looked at me the way he was, not even
Coach, not really. "That was um, the Super Sport."

I'd had a lot of help with that car, but the article had made it
sound like I'd done it all. Sorta like the Prodigy article and my
brother's had been a little annoyed cause there were like 5 pictures
of me alone with the car, including the center fold, and just one of my
brothers, all together in front of our garage. It was sorta small too.

"Yeah, with the 454 right?" Mr. Sawyer licked his lips. "You
know, you should come by sometime and take a look around my garage.
It's nothing like this, but, well I've got a couple little projects
and..."

Mr. Sawyer looked a lot like his son, Steve, except he was older. He
was slim, but not skinny and he had a nice face, sort of angular with
high cheek bones and full lips. He sort of looked like a girl, almost,
but there was nothing else feminine about him, that was for sure. He
had black hair, combed straight back and a little long. He must have
been kinda wild as 19 year old, I thought, running around in his Cuda
and picking up girls. Maybe he still did, cause he didn't really act
like a dad, you know?

"Dad, I think Ann's dad wants you." Steve was sort of pointed at
my dad who didn't seem to need Mr. Sawyer for anything. Scott was
revving the engine and Daddy was smiling and nodding.

"Uh, okay." Mr. Sawyer took a quick look, and then fixed his eyes
on me. "Maybe we could even take the Cuda out for a spin, if you
wanted to."

"Ummm...yeah, sure." I shrugged, feeling really weird talking to
Steve's dad like that. Was he hitting on me? Right in front of
everybody, even his own son? It felt like it and my tummy twitched,
just a little.

"Great!" he held out his hand like we'd just made some sort of
deal and I took it nervously, suddenly worrying if I had sweaty palms
or not. It was silly.

His hand was warm and dry and he held mine gently, but tightly, rubbing
the back of my hand with his thumb until it became almost uncomfortable
and I was blushing again.

Daddy gave Mr. Sawyer the big tour, while me and David walked around
with Steve, sort of giving him the smaller, cooler version. Steve
didn't know crap about cars though, which was disappointing and I
wondered what was wrong with his dad. I mean anyone with a car like
that...well, little Steve should have had a wrench grafted to his hand.
It felt like I did sometimes.

"Where'd Greg go?" I wondered aloud and David laughed.

"He's giving that chick a tour of the house." David looked at
Steve. "No offense man, but your sister is hot."

"Yeah, I guess." Steve smiled, but he probably heard that a lot.
"I know a hotter one though." He glanced at me and I rolled my
eyes.

"So this is the Cougar..." I said, and we were standing in the
painting shed. "We already got the primer and the first base coat,
were gonna do another base, the real one, and then the emblems and all
that stuff, some pin striping, and then we're gonna throw some high
gloss clear coat on top."

"Uh, okay." Steve looked around like he was expecting something.
"Where's your paint brushes and stuff?" David laughed and shook
his head. "What?" Steve asked him, feeling a little foolish maybe.

"We don't use brushes." I explained and spent the next 10 minutes
giving him a quick lesson in automobile painting.

"So why do you like me so much anyway?" I asked Little Steve, cause
that was how I'd started thinking about him. My voice was a bit
muffled through my mask, and the sprayer was hissing and the air
compressor chugging softly outside, but it was still easy to talk.

David had gone out for a quick smoke, that had turned into a long one,
cause he probably wanted to check out that Cuda with Scott and my dad.
That was okay though, Steve was a bit nervous around my brothers, I
thought.

"I told you about that." Steve shrugged and he was wearing a mask
too, of course. "I just think you're really cool."

"Yeah but you don't like cars, you don't play football,
ummm...what do you do?" I laughed a little and I hoped I didn't
make him mad or anything, I was really curious.

"I like baseball." He said a little defensively. "And um, I like
reading books and stuff, hanging out. I dunno, why? Do I have to like
cars so you'll like me?"

"No." I stepped around the car, spraying slowly, taking my time.

"I like the way you look." Steve said a minute later. "I uh,
guess that's what I like the most." He sounded a little
embarrassed, but maybe that was more nerves, it was hard to tell under
his mask.

"I look like a boy." I said.

"Yeah, um...I told you I had a girlfriend, Monica. She looked sorta
like a boy too." Steve told me, and I remembered when we'd talked
that first day when we'd met and he'd told me about her.

"And everybody gave you a hard time." I shook my head like he
should have known better or something.

I guess I was just feeling confused right then, you know? I mean with
love and romance and all that stuff. Brian had surprised me and what
we'd said and done filled my head with possibilities, but I was
having a hard time finding room in there for Steve. I couldn't deny
that what he was telling me was interesting, I liked it, and I liked
him, but maybe I didn't want to like him though. Or I just didn't
want the problems I imagined liking him might bring.

"Yeah. So? I didn't care, she was my girlfriend." Steve said,
sounding like I shouldn't care either.

"So if I was your girlfriend you wouldn't care if all the guys
called you a fag?" I asked him.

"No, cause I ain't a fag."

"What if I am?" I said, just being sort of mean and I regretted it.

"What do you mean?" He looked at me sharply.

"Nothing." I sighed and concentrated on my painting.

"I thought you liked me." Steve was looking down.

"I do like you, come on." I made a face, but that was sorta
pointless under the mask.

"Yeah, but not like I want." Steve had sort of a direct way of
speaking and I liked it.

"How do you want me to like you?" I asked with a little laugh.
"You don't know, maybe this is just the way I am with everybody."

"No," he shook his head slowly, "you weren't like this last
week."

Last week seemed like a very long time ago to me right then, but I
couldn't explain that to Steve. Heck, I couldn't even explain it to
me. I'd been through so much, so fast, if I stopped to think about
all of it all at once I'd probably go crazy. I had to look at my life
in little pieces, and sometimes those pieces didn't really fit with
all the other ones, like Steve. He was sort of in limbo for me. I had
no idea what we were doing.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "You know I got a girlfriend,
right?"

"Uh, sorta...that Jane girl, right?"

"Yeah, but I really got two of them. There's a girl named Julie too
and I like her a lot." I didn't know why I was trying so hard to
get Steve not to like me.

"Monica had girlfriends too." Steve said quietly. "She never
really told me, but I knew about it."

I had my back to him and it was a good thing cause I was rolling my
eyes, wondering if maybe he didn't want me just cause he missed her.
I mean this Monica sounded like my twin sister or something. And then I
had the thought that maybe he was just making her up, sort of trying to
prove something to me. I didn't know what though, and it was just
sort of weirding me out.

"You got her phone number?" I asked Little Steve, although I
couldn't imagine really calling his old girlfriend, like I needed a
reference or something. How ridiculous was that?

"Uh, yeah." He said slowly. "Why?"

"I just wondered." I was getting close to finished with that base
black. "You still talk to her?"

"Sometimes." He shrugged.

"You tell her about me?" I was sort of teasing him, but kind of
serious too.

"Uh, well, yeah...a little." He admitted.

"Really?" I almost stopped spraying, but that's sort of a bad
thing. Not like horrible bad, but it throws off the rhythm, I didn't
like stopping at all.

"Yeah." Steve nodded. "She uh, she sort of wanted to talk to you,
but I said you were pretty busy." He laughed nervously. "I mean I
couldn't even call you for a couple days there."

"Monica wants to talk to me?" I sort of blinked at that. But I was
the one who'd brought up the subject, asking about her phone number,
right? We couldn't be so much alike that we had the same thoughts.
That was weird too and I might have felt a chill, but I didn't really
believe in any psychic stuff.

"Yeah, it's okay though, you don't have to." Steve said quickly
and I knew he wasn't making this girl up. I'd heard my brothers lie
a thousand times, and Steve was lying...but not about her.

"Why don't I have to?" I asked, meaning why didn't he want me
to?

"I don't uh...I just mean, you know, you don't have to if you
don't want to."

"You brought her up, man." I laughed and finished the car with a
satisfied smile. My arm was a little sore, my wrist too, but not too
bad. My fingers used to get really bad, practically going numb until I
figured out I didn't have to hold the gun so tight, in fact it was
best to barely squeeze it at all. But I flexed my fingers just the
same, just cause they did get a little stiff.

I had put the gun down and started the conveyer, like two tracks on the
floor about 18 inches wide each and spaced far enough apart for a
car's wheels to sit on. They moved the car from one part of the shop
to the other. Now it was going into the drying room.

"Give me her phone number tomorrow and I'll think about if I'm
gonna call her or not." I looked at Steve and he was looking down,
unhappily in my opinion. "Hey, what's she gonna say that I won't
like, huh?" I teased him.

"I dunno." He shrugged and that made me wonder if there wasn't
something she might say that would bother me. I decided to just drop
the subject. Steve needed some attention to cheer him up and I was
feeling bad for bringing him down, he didn't deserve it at all.

"Aww, come on." I moved closer to him, Steve really did look like a
lost puppy. "You can take your mask off now anyway." I said,
removing mine and licking my lips. The masks weren't bad, but they
sorta dried out a person's mouth.

Steve took off his mask and pushed his glasses up his nose. He didn't
wear them all the time, but I didn't ask what the deal was. They
weren't very thick anyway, maybe he just didn't need them everyday,
but they did sorta make him look smart.

"You wanna wrestle?" I grinned at him, trying to coax a smile from
my friend.

"Huh?" That at least got him looking up. "In here?"

"Sure." I laughed, the room was empty now, and the floor was rubber
diamond tread, which was sorta uncomfortable, but kinda soft and pretty
clean except for some paint stains. "We'll make a bet..."

"What bet?" And he was smiling, just a little.

"Um, I don't know." I shrugged. "How bout if I win, you gotta
do something for me, and if you win, uh, I'll do something for
you." I really didn't think he could win, to tell the truth.

"Do what?" He grinned a little. "Like go out with me?"

"What?" I laughed, "No, it's gotta be something we can do here,
right away."

"Uh, sure okay." He nodded and I pulled Steve to his feet. "You
ready? No biting or kicking or anything, right?"

"Yeah." Steve said and we moved a little towards the middle of the
paint room.

"And watch out for the conveyer, it sorta hurts if you fall on one of
those." I warned him.

"I better take off my glasses." Steve said and I waited until
he'd set them down. "Okay, um, I'm ready."

We sorta circled each other, smiling and giggling with our hands up and
our bodies low, kind of hunched over a little. After a minute of that,
when it didn't seem like Steve was gonna try anything I went for him,
trying to circle his neck with my left arm and get him in a headlock,
but Steve was quick, and he ducked under it, and stepped behind me,
wrapping his arms around my body, just under my small boobs. He was
laughing and so was I, just cause I'd figured I'd have had him down
by then. He was squeezing me and trying to hook my feet with his right
leg so he could trip me and force me down.

I sorta have to admit that I did let him win. Although I wrestled him
tough for a good 5 minutes, and there were some real chances I had to
get loose, but I didn't take them. Once he had his arms around me and
I could sense his happiness at just holding me, even in a little
wrestling match, I knew I needed to give him something. He was so sweet
and so vulnerable, despite his cockiness around school and apparent
confidence.

Steve finally got me tripped up, wrapping his leg around mine and
forcing me down slowly with him more or less on top of me. He was still
hugging me and we sort of rolled a little, and I twisted, and we were
both breathing hard and giggling until I somehow managed to end up flat
on my back with Steve sitting heavily on my stomach, but it wasn't
really uncomfortable like that, I had a strong tummy and Steve wasn't
all that heavy.

He held my arms, gripping my wrists and pushing them up above my head
so he was leaning over me, his face close to mine and we were both
grinning when he suddenly kissed me, just a little one on my mouth.

"Hey!" I protested, giggling up at him.

"You give?" he breathed and I shook my head.

"You didn't win yet!" I told him and I pushed up against his grip
with my arms and rolled over quickly, so that in just a few seconds I
was on top of him.

Little Steve was still holding my wrists, and his legs were scissored
around my hips, squeezing me, and my pelvis was up against his crotch,
like we were having sex almost, except I was the boy and he was the
girl. The position we were in was pretty much turning me on actually,
and it must have been my period, or so I kept blaming everything on,
but I probably would have got horny anyway wrestling like that. We were
hot and sweating under our coveralls and clothes and I thought about
how cool it might have been to do this naked.

I kissed him, real quickly, the way he'd kissed me and giggled at
him. "Say Uncle!" I demanded and Steve shook his head. I jammed my
pelvis against his crotch, just cause my clit was sort of waking up and
I wanted some pressure there, but we had way too much padding, really.
But still, Steve gave a little gasp of surprise when he felt me
grinding myself against him like that. It was unmistakably sexual and
he swallowed hard.

"What are you gonna make me do?" He asked softly, looking into my
eyes.

"Do you give?" I asked and his legs tightened around me, like he
was pulling me harder against him.

"Y-Yeah...I give..." He was smiling.

I really hadn't planned on winning though, and I didn't know what I
was gonna have him do, that was the problem. But I knew I didn't
really want to move either, I mean it felt really good like that, in
the missionary position with a cute boy underneath me, dry humping him
like he was a girl. If anything could feed my queer boy sense of who I
was, this was definitely it. I wished I'd had my strapon right then,
Steve would have been in for a real shock maybe!

"Is your dick hard?" I whispered, just out of the blue and I was a
little surprised at myself, but not as surprised as Steve was.

"Wha...what?" He blushed furiously and closed his eyes and it gave
me a rush, like the same kind being with Miss Haven gave me.

"This is what you gotta do." I giggled. "Answer my questions,
whatever I ask, okay? And no lying either, if you lie then I'm...I
dunno, but it'll be bad."

Steve nodded and drew a deep breath. "Yeah." He whispered.

"Yeah what?"

"My dick is uh, hard." He admitted and I rubbed myself against him,
but I couldn't tell.

"Do you jerk off?" I asked, and my tits were burning up with
excitement, my nipples ready to pop it seemed.

"Yeah. Sometimes." He was breathing a little harder and I could see
his wet pink tongue.

"Look at me." I demanded softly, since his eyes were still closed
and I wanted to see them. Steve opened his eyes reluctantly and he was
licking his lips, rubbing himself against me a little. "What do you
think about when you jerk off?"

"Oh, no...please..." Steve was frowning and his face was seriously
red.

"You gotta tell me!" I said quietly, but my voice was stern.
"What do you think about?"

"You." He blinked and looked away from me.

"What am I doing when you cum?" I asked, feeling my sex spasm a
little and I knew I was getting wet down there.

"I can't tell you, okay?" He looked at me, practically pleading.

"Why not?" I asked, not really wanting to torture him, since this
was supposed to be fun for both of us.

"Cause uh, maybe you won't..." He swallowed, "...you might not
like it."

"But I might like it, right?" I laughed and kissed him. "I
promise I won't get mad, okay? I swear."

I didn't think Steve was gonna tell me, and maybe he shouldn't. I
mean a person's fantasies, like the real private ones, should
probably remain secret. Especially from the person they involve, right?
I guess if you're older and married and stuff then it's probably
okay to tell your husband what you like the most, but maybe not. I
wasn't sure. But I was definitely horny and hot and curious, so my
concern for Steve's ego was kind of forgotten anyway.

"I'll kiss you if you tell me." I whispered. "Really kiss you,
for as long as you want."

"You might not want to." He whispered and I wondered what could be
so terrible that he'd be this worried about it. I mean sucking his
dick? Having sex with him? If those were what he was thinking about
when he jerked off it wasn't gonna bother me at all.

"You gotta trust me, Steve." I said gently, but if he could trust
me, why was I forcing him to tell me something he didn't want to? I
tried not to think about that. "If you wanna be my boyfriend, you
have to tell me everything."

"You're boyfriend?" He looked at me and probably I shouldn't
have said that the way it sounded, cause he wasn't my boyfriend yet,
and telling me wasn't gonna make him my boyfriend either.

"Maybe, someday, but not if you don't trust me." I said, and that
did make me feel guilty cause I was using his trust against him. But
all's fair in love and war, right? Probably not.

"Alright." He closed his eyes again, but I didn't say anything.
"Mostly, um, I think about you and me, uh sorta like this."

"What, wrestling?" I laughed a little, like I didn't believe him.

"Uh, yeah, well um...we sort of wrestle, but we're um, naked." He
was blushing again. "And you um, beat me and pin me down, like this
kinda."

Steve was panting hard and rubbing his crotch against me faster, like
he was making love to me. His breathing was ragged too and his hands
were still holding my wrists tightly, squeezing me in time with his
thrusts and I pushed my own sex against him, wishing I could feel him
against my clit.

"What's so bad about that?" I smiled at him. "It's nice
right?"

"Y-Yeah..." He groaned a little and it occurred to me that he might
be close to cumming. "But um..."

"What?" I asked rubbing myself against him harder, meeting his
thrusts with my own. "What else? You can tell me, come on..." I was
breathing hard too.

"But when you're naked..." he had his eyes shut tightly and made
some little grunts in between his words. "...you have a...a...dick
too." He whispered and then he was cumming, just like that, as soon
as his secret was out.

Steve moaned softly, or more like a long uneven sigh, and he was
grinding his crotch against me hard, letting go of my wrists finally
and reaching down to pull my ass hard against him. I was grinding too
and it felt so good, I dropped my body to his, pressing my aching
breasts against his thin 13 year old chest and kissed him, my mind
still trying to catch up with what he'd just told me.

I have a cock in his dreams? And not just that, but he had to fight a
little, struggle against me and then after he'd lost, that was when
it was really good, cause I was fucking him, with my cock, like he was
a girl or something. Steve was a fag; I knew that right then, he had to
be. He just didn't want to admit it. He wanted to fight it and have a
reason for being queer when he got beat and forced to have sex with
another boy. And probably that was why he liked me so much; cause being
with me was like being with a boy, except he wouldn't ever have to
take that last final step that proved he was a fag.

All that flashed through my head quickly and clearly, one of the few
things I'd come to understand over the last few weeks that really did
make sense and it was like a kick to my head. I saw stars and I was
kissing Steve hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth, licking and
exploring him frantically while he squeezed my ass through my coveralls
and rubbed his cock against my clit.

I was cumming too, my body shaking and my lungs burning as we kissed. I
didn't want to stop, I couldn't, and I'd rather die from lack of
air than stop kissing Steve right then. My tender nipples were rubbing
themselves raw under my clothing and my clit was so sensitive it was
like someone was using a jackhammer on it, even under all of my clothes
and my soaked pad. I was dizzy and thrilled and overwhelmed by the
orgasm Steve's secret was giving me and I never wanted it to stop.

"Holy shit." David's voice echoed through the big empty garage,
but even that wasn't quite enough to bring me back to reality.

Steve was moving though, panting and blushing and getting out from
under me so that I lost my balance and that finally woke me up a bit
and I looked around, gasping like I'd just run a three minute mile.
My crotch was soaked and if I hadn't been wearing coveralls David
would have seen a big dark stain spreading across my jeans.

"Holy shit!" David said again, just in case we hadn't heard him
the first time. "Did you guys, uh...Are you okay?" And he was
laughing at us.

Poor Little Steve didn't know what to do. His pants were full of
sperm and he'd gotten caught having sex with David's sister, and
David was sorta big, especially compared to Steve. And even if it
wasn't really sex, since we weren't naked or anything, it was still
sorta sex. Steve fumbled for his glasses, maybe figuring David
wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, I don't know.

"We were wrestling." I managed to breathe.

"Yeah, um, I can tell." David grinned at me and then looked at
Steve a little more seriously. "Good thing you kept your clothes on,
dude. I might have figured you were doin' something else with my
little sister. You know what I mean?"

"We were just wrestling." Steve said in a guilty voice.

"Anyway, your dad said it's time to go home so um, you wanna keep
the coveralls on?" David couldn't resist teasing Steve. "Don't
wanna make a mess in that Cuda, man."

Steve looked down quickly, humiliated even more since David knew he'd
cum in his pants.

"Leave him alone." I started getting up, "Tell his dad he'll be
out in a minute or something."

"Yeah, yeah." David giggled and waved over his shoulder at us.

"Don't worry." I walked over to Steve, feeling my pussy all
squishy between my damp thighs. "David's cool, he ain't gonna
care."

"You sure?" Steve tried to smile. "He looked kinda mad."

"What?" I laughed and kissed Steve on the cheek. "He wasn't
mad, believe me. Come on, um we gotta get you out of those
coveralls."

Thankfully you couldn't really tell that Steve had shot a load of
sperm in his underwear, at least his pants didn't show anything. But
he did walk a little funny and I guessed it wasn't really comfortable
for him. It wasn't comfortable for me either, and I was so wet that I
knew my pants were stained, so I kept my coveralls on. I just hoped
nobody could really smell me too much, cause I knew once I was juicing
there was a definite scent down there, musky and pungent and
unmistakable.

I sort of kept some distance between me and everyone else as Mr. Sawyer
and his kids were leaving. I needed to wash my pussy and change my pad
badly, so David said he'd get everything ready for the rest of the
painting. He was smiling at me while we talked, but he didn't say
anything about what he'd caught me and Steve doing.

I went up to my room, the one I shared with Henry and Greg, and it
smelled like sex. I mean it was strong and Greg's bed was all messed
up, sheets half on the floor, pillows scattered around. And Greg was
just coming back from the shower as I was grabbing a fresh pad from
under my bed. I needed to get more, I told myself. I'd used more pads
during this period than I'd ever used before. Usually one a day and
one at night was fine for me, but I'd been going through them like 3
or 4 a day, all cause of sex.

"What happened in here?" I looked at Greg, wet and handsome as hell
wrapped in his towel.

"Uh, we had a pillow fight." Greg grinned at me. "Me and
Carol."

"You had sex with Carol? Here?" I stared at him wide-eyed, although
I'd been pretty sure that was what had happened when I first walked
in. Still, hearing my brother admit it was a little more shocking.

"Yeah, kinda." He shrugged.

"Man, her dad was right downstairs!" I shook my head. "You're
crazy!"

"She wanted to do it; she's the one who's crazy." Greg dropped
his towel and I looked at his cock, dark flaccid and hanging between
his legs.

She's not the one who'd get the ass kicking!" I laughed at him.
"Well, least you could do is clean this place up. Spray some Lysol or
something, it smells too." I was sorta bitching, but only cause
giving my brother a hard time made me feel like a hypocrite. I mean
I'd been doing pretty much the same thing with Carol's brother,
hadn't I?

David and I finished the Mercury and I spent some time on the phone
with Julie first and then Jane, missing both of them a lot, and not
mentioning Brian Hades at all. I was trying to stay up so I could talk
to my brother, Steve, when he got home and find out how his little
dinner date had gone with Miss Haven. But around 1:30 in the morning,
hanging up the phone with Jane, I couldn't take it anymore. I was
dead tired and my alarm was going off at five.

"Well, Miss Russet." Coach said sarcastically. "I'm so glad you
could make it this morning." It was almost quarter after six and I
would have killed for more sleep.

"Sorry Coach." I said, getting ready for my stretches.

"Late night with the boys?" Coach shook his head. "Or were you
working on some new plays with Coach Have? Oh, excuse me, I mean
Lisa."

I started wondering if he was really mad at me and I stretched a little
extra just in case he was, like that would make a difference or
something.

"I had to paint a Merc last night..." I sighed as I spread my legs
a half inch farther than I'd ever spread them before. It really
burned my muscles good. "Ahhh...Cougar for the WSU booster guys."

"Oh yeah?" Coach nodded. "I reckon that's a good excuse."
Coach rubbed his jaw and finally gave me a smile, like he'd been
messing with me the whole time.

Later on I was tempted to stop by Miss Haven's office, but her door
was locked and somebody said she'd called in sick. I sort of wondered
about that and then I wondered if Steve had ever made it home last
night, I hadn't seen him, but that wasn't unusual. I was up and
gone before most of my brothers woke up anyway.

My big problem came at lunchtime, and I sort of thought it would, but I
hoped it wouldn't. I'd had classes with my friends all morning,
except for study hall, I mean sometimes with Lance, sometimes with Matt
or John, and that was normal cause we were all in the eighth grade
anyway and it wasn't that big of a school. But I also had classes
with Brian Hades, whom I'd mostly tried to ignore before, or at least
pretend to ignore so he wouldn't know I was thinking about him
sometimes. But now I couldn't ignore him, and he wasn't ignoring me
either. We were always looking at each other, and smiling a little, and
of course my friends wanted their attention too, but I wasn't really
giving it.

Then lunchtime and Matt and Lance and John were already sitting down
and I was in line with my friend Steve, which had become normal over
the last few days, and there was Brian, sitting with his friends and
watching me. I knew he wanted me to sit with him, and I sort of wanted
to, but I had to sit with my friends. Brian didn't like Matt or Lance
and they didn't like him, so it wasn't like Brian would want to sit
with us. It was sort of frustrating, you know, and all I could do was
hope Brian would understand when I gave him a smile and put my plastic
tray on the table next to John's.

"Hey, you gonna come over Friday night?" John asked me, first
thing.

"We're gonna get some cool movies, dude!" Lance grinned.

It was the usual Friday night sleepover and it was John's turn and
they had every reason to expect I'd be going, except I wasn't.
Friday night Jane and I were going to Julie's house for a little
sleepover of our own.

"Umm..." I shrugged.

"What does that mean?" Lance was looking at me. "Zombie movies,
man. Come on, you gotta come!"

"I don't think I can." I bit my bottom lip a little.

"Yeah you can, hey bring this guy, he's cool." Matt pointed at
Steve. "You wanna sleepover at John's? We're gonna get some
movies and pizza and race, man."

"Race?" Steve asked, but he was smiling and glad to be included,
even if it was maybe just so I'd come along.

"He's got this awesome racing thing..." Lance started to explain.

"Slot cars, and a huge track." I said. "It's pretty cool."

"...and it like takes up half the garage, dude!" Lance was
grinning, he liked racing a lot.

"Uh, yeah, I'll ask my mom." Steve nodded. "You're going
right?" he looked at me.

"Nah, I really can't. I sort of promised I'd go to Beaverton with
Jane." I said, sort of wishing I had a reason other than that.

"You're going out with Jane?" John asked me and he swallowed.
"Hudson?"

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend." I laughed, since everyone already
knew that.

"Yeah." John said, and the rest of the guys were sort of nodding,
but not exactly happily.

"Come on." I said, chiding them just a little. "Next Friday,
okay? I promise, where we gonna do it at?"

"Um, my house I guess." Lance shrugged. "We didn't do anything
last Friday cause, uh..."

He didn't have to say anything. Last week everyone had been sorta mad
at me, and Kyle too, a little. Anyway, they understood a little bit, I
mean any one of them would have traded a Friday night of zombie movies
and slot car racing for a night with Jane Hudson. They were seriously
in lust with her, except for Steve, who was seriously in lust with me,
I thought.

"Okay, I'll be there, alright?" I smiled at them and they smiled
a little too, shrugging and forgiving me for standing them up so I
could date the hottest girl in town.

"So what are you and Jane gonna do?" Matt asked me, cause they all
wanted to know that.

"Uh, the usual." I grinned like the usual meant the dirtiest thing
they could think of.

"Do you kiss her, dude?" Lance leaned across the table.

"Of course." I laughed. "She's good at it too."

"Oh man." Matt rolled his head on his shoulders.

"Do you like, um, touch her and stuff?" John whispered.

"I ain't gonna tell you guys!" I waved at him a little. "Think
about all the stuff you'd do..." I nodded slowly as their eyes
widened a little. "...that's what I'm gonna do." And then I sat
back with a theatrical sigh, like I was the luckiest guy on the planet,
which I definitely wasn't, cause Steve was right next to me and he
looked a little down.

"God." John said softly.

"You know what I'd do?" Matt grinned at Lance and leaned close to
whisper something in his ear.

"Hey you got it?" I asked Steve softly, putting my hand on his
thigh just to make sure he knew I hadn't forgot about him.

"Um, yeah." He nodded and grabbed a notebook out of his bag on the
floor, tearing out a page. It was a lot of paper for just a telephone
number.

"What's that?" John looked at us. Matt and Lance were still
whispering and giggling about Jane.

"Nothing." I shook my head and folded it up, sticking the paper in
the pocket of my green Texaco shirt, the one with Russet stitched
across the red star patch on my left boob.

"When um, when you gonna call her?" Steve asked me.

"I dunno, I gotta think about it some." I rubbed his leg some more
and leaned close to his ear. "You have any good dreams last night?"
I teased him.

Steve jerked his head a little and his face turned red.

"What are you two talkin about?" Matt asked, grinning at Steve's
blushing face.

"Nothing." I shook my head and smiled. "What were you and Lance
talking about?"

"Nothing." Matt laughed.

"He was saying he wanted to bun your girlfriend!" Lance giggled and
Matt hit him in the arm.

"You wanna bun my girlfriend?" I laughed. "I'd have to beat you
up if you did that, man."

"What's bun mean?" Steve asked, relieved that the topic had
changed, I think.

"Butt fucking, dude." Lance giggled and jerked out of the way as
Matt tried to hit him in the shoulder again. "Missed me dude!"

"She's got a nice butt." John said, nodding his head.

"When did you ever see it?" I grinned at him.

"Uh, well, never." John admitted and his face got a little pink
too.

"Duh!" Matt shook his head.

"Well, think about it..." John said, defending himself and that's
the way lunch went.

Brian finally caught up with me just before art class. He was going to
math class just a couple doors down and he pulled me by the arm so we
were standing close by the lockers.

"You wanna skip out?" He asked me quietly.

"What, now?" I looked at the kids walking by us and lowered my
voice. "I'm already here, the teacher saw me."

"So? Just tell her you gotta go to the bathroom, like in 10 minutes,
okay? I'll meet you downstairs by the drinking fountain." He was
smiling down at me. He was so much bigger than me, god, but I liked it.

"Okay." I said, feeling that funny thrill of doing something you
weren't supposed to.

"Okay." Brian grinned. "Ten minutes."

The drinking fountain was between the boy's and girl's bathrooms
and I saw Brian there waiting for me. The hallways were empty, but I
still felt nervous, just a little, cause skipping a class would get me
a trip to the woodshed for sure.

"Hey." I smiled at Brian. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know." He laughed softly.

"You don't know?" I rolled my eyes and giggled. "We can't
stand here too long."

"I know, let's go to the music room." He suggested.

"No way, it's right next to Mr. Thornberg's office." He was the
school counselor and substitute history teacher and he was kind of a
dick. If he saw us we'd be done for.

"Uh, okay." We stood there for half a minute. "Let's go in
here." He nodded his head at the boy's bathroom.

"What?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Come on." Brian grinned. "Nobody's gonna know."

"If I get caught..."

"You ain't gonna get caught." Brian was tugging at my hand I went
into the boy's bathroom with him sort of reluctantly.

I'd never been in the boy's bathroom before, but I'd seen men's
rooms, like when people go in or out and you take a peek, you know.
Plus I'd been in the men's room out at the rest area on the highway
too, so it wasn't really a big deal, except that somebody could come
in any minute. That was scary and made me nervous, but it was sorta
good too, like it might be fun almost getting caught, but not really
being caught. I don't know, it's hard to explain, and whatever it
was, it was making my tummy do flip-flops.

I got in the farthest stall as quick as I could, sort of breathing hard
and almost giggling. Brian was right behind me and he closed the door,
latching it as we stood close in that little rectangular cubicle.

"Shhh..." Brian grinned and put his finger to his lips, cause I was
laughing, but trying to stop, or at least do it quietly.

"What..." I took a little breath, feeling hot all over. "...what
are we gonna do now?" And I knew what I wanted to do, I wanted to
kiss him.

"Uh, do you wanna do that...thing...again?" Brian asked slowly.

"What thing." I giggled again and put my hand over my mouth.

"What you did last night." Brian's face was a little red and he
was cute like that, I thought.

"What did I do?" I asked, like I couldn't remember, teasing him
and feeling my stomach tighten with excitement.

"You know..." he was touching me, rubbing my upper arms and
shoulders. "That uh, sucking me thing."

"Ohhh..." I licked my lips. "...that thing."

"Yeah." Brian breathed. "Do you wanna?"

"Here?" I looked around. "In the boy's bathroom?" I giggled
nervously, trying to imagine how much trouble we could get into if
someone caught us, but that was beyond any 14 year old's imagination.

I was getting some seriously mixed feelings too, which really drowned
out anything else, icluding the fear of being caught. I mean, Brian
made me feel like a girl, like I wanted to be a girl, and that was
confusing enough. He was the only one who did that to me. But giving
him a blowjob in the boy's bathroom, that was seriously gay, I
thought, probably cause I just remembered the rest area and the guy's
who wanted to use the gloryhole there. They were fags, and I'd been a
fag too, and now I felt like a fag again. But I felt like a girl too,
and it made my heart stomp in my chest, and my stomach cramp with
excitement, and my clit and my nipples and even my ears burned.

This was new, this being a girl and fag at the same time and while it
didn't make sense, and if I really thought about it, it would seem
stupid or ridiculous, but was like I was coming together, you know?
Like I could be a girl and a fag and it wasn't a fight at all. I felt
good about myself for a change and that was the biggest turn-on of all.

"Yeah..." I nodded. I sat down on the toilet seat, which felt kind
of weird since I was wearing corduroys, but who cares? I sat down and
pulled Brian closer and it was just about right, I undid his jeans and
unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, not too gently though, cause
he was hard and long and thick and it made Brian wince a little until I
had his cock free in my hands.

I licked Brian's penis like an ice cream cone at first, just running
my tongue up and down and around the head and shaft. I could taste him,
finally, not like the night before when we'd been covered with hot
water. This time he was hot and dry and I could taste his skin and
smell his cock and balls, a little sweaty, a tiny bit of musk maybe,
but not strong, not dirty at all. He had a thatch of curling brown hair
around the base of his cock and I pulled his briefs down a little so I
could see his balls too, covered thinly with fine dark hair. I played
with them in my right hand, while my left held his cock, and I took the
head into my mouth slowly.

"Mmm..." Brian sighed and I might have smiled, if my lips weren't
totally stretched around his dick. He wasn't so long, 6 inches, maybe
more, but Jesus was he thick. Like a soda can almost, or so it seemed,
maybe by the time he was all grown up it really would be that big. If
so that'd be too bad, cause it would never get in my mouth!

I was sort of noisy sucking him, taking just the head and maybe 2
inches besides, filling my mouth with Brian's cock and wriggling my
tongue beneath it the best I could. Soft wet slobbering sounds echoed
in the bathroom and I tried to go slower, to be more careful, but all
that did was making the soft sucking noises seem louder. Every once in
awhile my lips would loose their seal too, and that was a loud sort of
noise, kinda like short sharp fart, and it made me giggle a little
every time it happened. But that was okay, cause any noises I tried to
make were muffled pretty good.

I started bobbing my head up and down and Brian's cock was dripping
precum like crazy, and I had a lot of saliva too, so his cock was
making wet plumbing noises, that were probably louder to me than they
really were, but it was so quiet in that bathroom. My boobs were
aching, like they were trying to grow and I pressed my elbows closer
together, leaning against them so they would rub my tits a little. I
was squeezing my thighs together too, trying to mash my clit, but of
course that wasn't working, all it did was rub my pussy lips together
and I could feel the wetness trickling out of me.

"Oh, man...oh...jeeze..." Brian was making his own noises, and
breathing hard through his mouth as he looked down at me, his hands on
my shoulders, squeezing me and massaging me gently.

I must have looked like I guy, I thought, feeling like such a fag it
was unbelievable. All he could see was my short blonde hair as I
stroked his cock between my lips. I was wearing boy clothes and sitting
on a toilet in the boy's bathroom, sucking Brian off like we were two
queers. But I was his girl too, and that was nice, cause I didn't
mind my pussy getting wet, or my tits growing bigger or anything else.
I was Brian's girlfriend and if we had to do it in the boy's
bathroom, I didn't care.

The door opened suddenly and the squeaky sound of sneakers echoed
loudly and Brian and I both froze. His cock was in my mouth and I just
held it there, trying to breath slowly around it, through my nose. My
heart was pounding as we listened to whoever it was pee in the urinal
for a minute or so. I kept thinking if that kid just happened to look
under the door of the stall he's see four feet, mine and Brian's,
facing each other and so close it could only mean one thing. My heart
was going to burst I thought, and my lungs ached cause I was hardly
breathing at all.

I hoped he wasn't gonna wash his hands, whoever it was. Boys never
washed their hands anyway, or so it seemed to me, but maybe that was
just my brothers being lazy. What if someone else walked in, I
wondered, and someone after that, like a little parade, never really
stopping long enough so we could finish what we were doing, or at least
make an escape. This was a bad idea, I thought, really, really bad.

But the boy didn't wash his hands and a couple minutes after he
walked in, he was walking out, still squeaking. I pulled Brian's cock
out of my mouth, swallowing spit and precum and taking several deep
breaths.

"We gotta hurry." I whispered and Brian nodded. I didn't know if
he was as nervous as I was, but I hoped so.

I took his cock in my mouth again, sucking harder and moving my mouth
up and down in time with my hand. I was swirling my tongue around the
head and then tickling him underneath, doing everything I could think
of to make it feel really good. I held his balls gently, massaging them
and wondering a little what that would feel like. I hoped it felt good
and Brian wasn't complaining. He was pushing with his hips a little
though and every now and again his cockhead would hit the back of my
mouth making me gag and choke just a little. I finally put my right
hand on his thigh and tried to keep him from moving too much.

"Oh, uh...uh...I'm gonna shoot it..." Brian was whispering and my
mouth was suddenly filled with spurts of his warm sperm, still gooey
and salty and tasting like he had the night before.

I swallowed fast, and really just tried to keep my throat open while I
pumped his cock with my hand. I didn't want to spill any of it,
especially since there wasn't any room between us. Whatever I
didn't keep in my mouth was going on my shirt, probably, or maybe my
pants. It was a lot though, and my shirt already had some wet stains on
it from saliva and precum that had spilled out of my mouth. A few big
drops of Brian's sperm added to them and he was a long time cumming
too.

"Oh, man...god..." He swallowed thickly and squeezed my shoulder.
"Oh, that was...thank you..."

I was still busy swallowing and licking around his dick and trying to
wipe the sperm off my shirt with my fingers, sucking them quickly
clean. I sat back up, breathing hard and red faced from 5 minutes of
really hard sucking, but I'd made him cum quick, I thought to myself,
and I was sorta proud of that. Brian pushed his cock back into his
pants, bouncing on his toes a little and grinning at me. He was still
catching his breath too.

"Go watch the door, kay?" I told him, cause I needed to wash my
hands and face and wipe the spermy spots on my shirt.

Luckily for us nobody tried to come in and if some kid had, I wasn't
sure what Brian would say, but at least he was the biggest boy in
school, so he probably wouldn't have to say much. I cleaned myself up
quickly and then Brian checked the hallway so I could scramble the
dozen feet or so to the girl's bathroom, which was empty too, thank
goodness. I'd almost been afraid Wendy Eversman would be in there,
waiting to catch me doing something.

I used the toilet, removing my pad gingerly as it was soaked with my
juices, but the good thing was there wasn't any blood at all.
There'd been just a little when I'd woken up, and now my period was
over at least. I peed and wiped my pussy and even dared to get a
handful of toilet paper wet in the sink, darting back into the stall
and washing my pussy and thighs.

Brian wasn't in the hall when I came out, so I figured he'd gone
back to his class and that's what I did, having to apologize to my
teacher for taking so long. I'd been gone more than half an hour, and
that was a long time to use the bathroom. Matt gave me a funny look,
but all I could do was give him a shrug.

At shop class I was working with Hank Cormier, trying to fix his
dad's new snowblower, which wasn't new at all. He'd bought it for
60 dollars and I personally thought he'd paid too much, considering
it had a little two piston, 2-stroke engine and the valves on both of
them were shot completely. Still, it was fun tearing that thing apart
and Hank wasn't a dummy, he knew what we were doing, so it went
pretty fast.

I thought I could machine one of the valves, but it was no go, they
both were gonna need replacement. They'd burned bad, which meant
whoever had owned it before was using like high octane gas, or
something, maybe adding grain alcohol or something since he figured it
was cold outside, who knows. When you fix as much stuff as I do you see
all kinds of stupid stuff. Anyway, the heat makes the valves brittle
and they cracked and pitted and even warped a little, and then they
didn't seat correctly. The plugs too were scorched, but that was
simple, the real problem was those valves and I told Hank we probably
oughta change his piston rings too, cause if the valves were that bad,
those were probably toast as well. It would suck getting it all
together and then seeing nothing but a cloud of black smoke, you know?

Hank was a nice guy too. Average looking, kind of short and a little
pudgy, but cute when he smiled, which was a lot. I'd known him a long
time and he was one of David's friends. They'd been really close
until David had started dating Sherry and Jane, and that sort of made
me pause. I wondered if guys sort of stopped being really close once
they got girlfriends. I hoped not, I needed my best friends.

"I uh, heard you were going out with Jane Hudson now." Hank said at
one point, surprising me a little, although I guess it shouldn't
have.

"Yep." I grunted a little, working a nut to get at the pistons.

"So you're a guy, huh?" he asked and I wasn't sure what he
meant by that.

"I've always been a guy." I decided with a laugh, like maybe it
was a joke. I figured he could take that whichever way he liked.

"Well yeah, I know." Hank said and he was acting sort of funny,
cause usually he was joking around when we were together. "You need
that Allen?"

"Yeah, the 5/16...thanks." Even the set screws were like welded in
place, it was sort of annoying me. "So?" I said a moment later,
glancing at Hank like he needed to say something more.

"Uh, well I just always kind thought um, I mean you're so cool and
everything..." He was trying.

"Thought what?" I said with a chuckle.

"Well, I mean you were little before, so I was kinda waiting..."
Another pause while he thought about what he was trying to say.

"You're not asking me out, are you, Hank?" I asked, suddenly
getting a sense of where this was going.

"Uh, do you want to?" He smiled hopefully.

"Nope." I said, "I got a girlfriend, remember?"

"Well, yeah, but um maybe I thought you, just uh..."

"What? Like I didn't meet the right guy?" I laughed and sat up,
smiling at him. "I love you Hank."

"You do?" He widened his eyes.

"Like a brother, man." I grinned as he took it pretty good, smiling
and shrugging.

"I just thought I'd ask."

"It's cool." I assured him. "Now let's get that shaft out of
there, kay?"

I wondered if every guy friend I had was gonna hit on me. First Josh,
now Hank. Who was next, The Boz? I hoped not, it was gonna get old
turning down a dozen guys I really liked as friends. They were all
older too, like Hank mostly, 17 or so and probably noticing my body
change a lot more than I ever had. He'd been waiting until I got
older, or so Hank had said, so I wondered how long that was. Jane had
started liking me when I was 11 or 12, probably Hank was the same, I
didn't know. It seemed weird, but kind of flattering too I suppose. I
didn't look or act like a girl at all, but guys wanted to date me. I
tried to imagine how many guys I'd have if I grew my hair out and
started wearing dresses once in awhile. The thought made me laugh, and
Hank gave me a look, but it was sort of an interesting question, way
down deep inside someplace.


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