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Bi High: Book 3 - Where the Heart Is
By High School Sweetheart

This story contains: mmf, Bisexual, Romance and is intended for Adults
Only
BI High is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted
without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Synopsis: Stephanie and her boyfriend Mark have the perfect
relationship, which is rare enough for a couple high school
sweethearts in upstate New York. Can the addition of Chris, the new
boy in school, make it even better somehow?
Note: This is the third and final installment of the novel "Bi High"
and I highly suggest you read the first two books before proceeding
beyond this point.

Author's Note: I have changed the format slightly in this version of
the story. Rather than numerous short chapters, it consists of a
single story partitioned into five parts to facilitate posting to ASSM
and other various websites and forums. Thanks -rr

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart


"What did your mom say?" Mark asked me, sitting on the bed with his
back against the wall.

"She asked me how we're doing," I replied, looking down at my hands.
They weren't doing anything special though. "She wanted to know why I
had birth control pills in my locker at school."

"My dad wouldn't talk to me," Chris sighed. He was laying on the bed
sideways, near the foot of it, with his head down over the edge. His
long blonde hair fell almost to the floor.

"That sucks." I sat next to him, on the floor leaning against the bed.

"Least he's not dead," Chris said. "That was really freaking me out
for awhile."

"Yeah," I leaned close for a second, giving him a little kiss on the
cheek. "I'm glad too. That was scary."

"Just a concussion, huh?" Mark asked and Chris nodded.

"Yeah, didn't knock much sense into him though," he snorted. "He's
pretty pissed at me."

"My dad told me they have warrants out for the three of us, for
assaulting him," Mark told us. "He told me not to come home til he
straightens it out."

"Chris too?" I asked and Mark shrugged.

"Really?" Chris closed his eyes. "My mom didn't say anything about
that."

"Sheriff Stover told my parents I threw dangerous chemicals on Angie,"
I laughed bitterly. "He made it sound like I was throwing acid in her
face or something."

"Did you tell them it was just vinegar?" Mark shifted a little cause
those pillows were thin.

"Yeah, I told my mom. Just blue vinegar, but Angie is such a liar and
her dad's a total dick," I frowned. "He probably wants to lock me up
just for that."

"They can't get away with it," Chris shook his upside down head. "Can
they?"

"My pop got a lawyer," Mark said. "Rollie told them what we told him."

"I can't believe my mom was worried about those pills," I said, kinda
to myself. "Everything else that's going on and she's worried about
that?"

"What did you tell her?" Chris looked at me.

"I told her I was having sex with you guys," I shrugged. "I just said
it, not like I'm gonna lie about stuff anymore."

"What'd she say?" Mark wanted to know.

"Nothing," I lifted my hands a little. "She didn't have anything to
say after that. She was crying."

"My mom was crying too," Mark said. "Not much though, my mom's pretty
tough so she stopped right away, but I could tell."

"No mom's that tough," I told him.

"My mom didn't cry," Chris said quietly and I felt worse for him than
I did for me or Mark.

"You talk to your dad, Stephy?" Mark changed the subject. He felt bad
for Chris too and neither of us blamed him for what his parents were
doing.

"Yeah," I nodded. "He told me to stay with you guys. Not to come
home."

"Really? He said that?" Mark sounded as surprised as I'd been. "I
can't even imagine that."

"Me neither," I actually smiled. "But he said he'd rather have me safe
with you for a week or two than see me spending even just one night in
jail."

"I figured he'd want us to come back just so he could kill me," Mark
laughed too.

"Well, yeah, he wants to kill you guys too," I rolled my eyes. "No, I
mean, sorta...He's my dad. He knows we had sex."

"Hmmm..." Mark was shaking his head.

"He still trusts you," I told Mark seriously. "I mean, believe me, if
he didn't think you could take care of me, he'd already be here."

"Yeah, I keep waiting for him to kick down the door," Mark chuckled,
but he realized I was telling the truth and I think it made him feel
better.

"He probably really hates me, huh?" Chris rolled over, putting his
chin on the bed.

"He doesn't blame you," I turned to look at my boyfriend. "Nobody
does. Everyone knows it's your parents making up stuff and the Sheriff
just being a dick."

"It's not your fault, Chris," Mark told him. "My pop said it isn't
gonna last long anyway, the whole county knows about it and they know
me and Stephy. Nobody believes what they're saying."

"They're going to see the attorney general or something," I shrugged.
"My dad tried to explain, but I don't know."

"You think the Sheriff's doing it cause him and my dad are friends?"
Chris looked at Mark.

"Maybe, but that's just Stover too," Mark shrugged. "He's got like a
power trip thing going. It's just a chance for him to look important."

"He's only the Sheriff cause nobody else wants to do it," I sighed.

"Well, I told my mom I wasn't coming back until all the charges got
dropped," Chris said. "She started talking about going back to
Syracuse, since that's where she's from."

"Oh yeah?" I wondered what that meant. "Like what, by herself?"

"You have relatives there?" Mark asked Chris about the same time.

"With me, I think. No, there's just my mom and dad, far as I know,"
Chris shook his head. "I ain't going to Syracuse, no way. I ain't
staying with my dad either though, never again. I'll go back if it
gets you guys out of trouble, but I don't ever want to see them
again."

"Oh, don't say that," I frowned and lifted my hand to brush Chrissy's
hair out of his blue eyes. "They're your parents."

"My dad's not even my dad, I guess," Chris was looking at me. "And he
raped you, and my mom helped him do it, so..."

We were quiet for awhile. There just wasn't anything to say about it,
really. We were in New York City and all of us felt a little homesick,
even Chris, though none of us wanted to admit it. Not because we were
afraid to; we just didn't want to hurt each other, so we were all
being strong for each other. That's what people do when they're in
love, right?

"My dad told me to use the credit card whenever I needed it," I said
mostly to change the subject. "He told me he'd take care of whatever
the bills were."

"That's pretty cool," Mark said and Chris agreed, and it was cool
since money was always in the back of our minds.

"So how about tomorrow we do something?" I suggested.

"Like what?" Chris smiled at me.

"Like have fun!" I really wanted us to cheer up, cause calling home
had brought us all down.

"I could use some fun," Mark agreed. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I dunno," I giggled. "Um, it's Sunday, right? Tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Chris narrowed his eyes. "You don't mean..."

"Oh yeah!" I widened my eyes and grinned at him. My boyfriends knew
what I was thinking.

"Where are we going to find horses in New York City?" Mark laughed at
me. "They don't even have any grass here."

"They gotta have some, come on!" I turned my head to look at Mark.
"I'll find out, okay? We're gonna go riding. We have to."

"Well, you say so Steph," Chris giggled, but he didn't sound too sure.

"My dad's paying for it anyway," I stuck out my tongue because that
was pretty cool.

"He's gonna really kill us if we use his credit card to go riding,"
Mark shook his head. "But he's your dad."

"Yeah," I nodded and I felt better already. "He is...Hey, guess what
else!"

"What?" both boys said almost at the same time and so they grinned at
each other.

"My period's done," I smiled at them, looking from one to the other.

"Really?" Chris looked surprised. "That was fast."

"Four days," I shrugged. "That's about what it is usually is for me,
well, maybe five, but sometimes only three too."

"Did you get those pills?" Mark asked. He'd done laundry while Chris
helped me find a nearby health clinic.

"Oh yeah! Chrissy didn't tell you about that?" I smiled. "It's easier
here than it is in Clearview; they just gave them to me."

"I figured you'd want to tell him," Chris stuck out his tongue at me.

"What do they do in Clearview?" Mark wanted to know.

"They give me a prescription and I have to go to the pharmacy and pay
for them," I answered. "But here, they just had me fill out some
papers and they asked me what I was taking before."

"And then they gave you a box?" Mark asked and I nodded happily.

"She was in there like five minutes, man." Chris was laughing.

"Yeah, I swear!" I laughed too. "This place is so weird."

"They're probably just happy that you actually want them," Mark
chuckled.

"I coulda got free condoms too," I told them. "They asked me how many
people I had sex with regularly."

"Oh yeah?" Chris narrowed his eyes a little cause I hadn't mentioned
that part to him.

"I said, oh, about two guys, like four or five times every day," I
made a crazy face, like Yikes! and giggled.

"No way," Chrissy's eyes got big. "You didn't say that."

"I swear, I did," I nodded. "The lady didn't even look at me funny.
Well, maybe a little. She asked me if I wanted to see a gynecologist
cause that's free too, but the first appointment was like in three
months."

"What do you need one of those for, a gyno whatever?" Mark wondered.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess they could see if you really open
up my cervix or something."

"Open up your what?" Mark laughed.

"My cervix, that little thing you bump into? Down there? Remember?" I
was teasing him.

"I always figured that was just..." Mark shrugged. "...the bottom."

"It is the bottom, but then there's more," I rolled my eyes. "Didn't
you ever go to health class?"

"Yeah," Mark frowned. "I don't remember that stuff though, come on."

"I don't think it works like that anyway," Chris was grinning at us.
"I think it's a little too small for that, least til you get
pregnant."

"Well, I'm not gonna do that," I said, with an inward sigh. "I just
wish it would open, you know? That would be so cool."

"You say so, Steph," Chris shook his head. "I think it would hurt
though."

"It hurts anyway," I flipped my hand. "Well, sometimes, sometimes it
feels really good to get bumped down there."

"I wish I could bump you," Chris said and Mark and I both laughed at
him.

"I'm glad you don't, believe me," I said. "You're perfect sized."

"She says that now," Mark was teasing Chris too. "But she changes her
mind a lot."

"Yeah, she's weird," Chris agreed, and I guess they were teasing me
back, so I pouted a little.

"I'm not weird, this place is though," I decided. "Definitely."

"Yeah, people here are seriously pretty weird," Mark nodded. "So
you're on those pills right now?"

"Uh..." I looked around. "Where's my purse, I will be in about two
minutes."

They told me at the clinic that maybe I should go a whole cycle
without taking the pills, just to give my body a break and be normal
and see how my next period was, but I really hated condoms. I wanted
to be seriously bumped and spermed, you know what I mean? Messy!

"So we can do it?" Mark was grinning.

"We coulda done it anytime you wanted," I was up now, getting my pills
out of my purse.

"Yeah, but..." Mark shrugged and I knew he was a little nervous about
having sex when I was on for some reason.

"I know, you and Chris had a lot of fun and all I could do was watch..."
I sighed dramatically.

"Oh, you had fun, don't tell me you didn't," Mark said and he was
right, I did a lot more than just watch my two boyfriends make love.

"Yeah, but my pussy feels seriously neglected," I rotated my little
handy calendar dial and popped the pill through the foil packet. It
was a pretty heart shaped one.

"I can fix that," Chris promised.

"You guys better, cause I'm sorta in the mood for it now." I took my
birth control pill and washed it down with some warm bottled water.

"You're always in the mood," Mark grinned at me and he was rubbing his
cock through his jeans.

"Like you're not?" I rolled my eyes. "You guys are such total sluts!"

"Ouch!" Chris shook his head.

"Only for you guys, Stephy," Mark said and he meant it. We were all
sluts for each other.


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