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oldmudrat wrote:
> Orange County Babylon
>
> PART THREE by
> Michael Dalton
>
>
>
>
> IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION
>
>
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>
>
> This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons
> is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Although this story refers
> to many real places and organizations, such mention should not be taken
> to imply either a relationship or approval of any sort. This work
> contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and anyone offended
> by such things should read no further. If reception of this work is
> illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations,
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> intended solely for the quiet and private enjoyment of adults, and any
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>
>
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>
> AUTHOR'S NOTE
>
>
> This novel was first published in August, and has remained one of
> the most popular and most requested works I have written. From the
> vast amount of feedback I have gotten over it, I have been able to make
> some revisions and corrections that warranted a repost. This is still
> the same story, mind you--what I have changed were a number of factual
> and grammatical errors pointed out to me by my readers. In particular,
> I want to thank Neverless and Lee Vine for assistance in that regard.
>
>
> With eight or nine months of hindsight (I wrote the first draft
> of OCB in March), I have to say that I am not entirely happy with this
> thing. Among other problems, I think it starts too quickly and the
> behavior and personality of some of the characters in Part One are
> inconsistent with what occurs later. None of this appears to have
> dimmed the enthusiasm that has greeted the story, but it bears pointing
> out.
>
>
> If you haven't read this before, a few words of warning. This
> novel (and it *is* a novel--it runs to over 98,000 words) should not be
> taken too seriously. It is best described as a silly, sappy, high
> school soap opera. The protagonist has more good fortune and more wild
> experiences in one year than most people have in their entire lives. I
> don't just mean the sex, either. Although there is plenty of sex in
> this story, there are also long stretches of action where nothing
> remotely sexual occurs. This is because the story is supposed to be a
> full depiction of the protagonist's life, not simply a catalog of his
> sexual behavior. As in the real world, sexual activity has certain
> consequences, and that is what I have tried to accurately describe.
>
>
> The reader will note fairly quickly that this story appears to
> fall into one of the worst stereotypes of low-grade erotica: the
> football player and the cheerleaders. To this appearance, I freely
> confess--but there is a great deal else going on in here.
> Nevertheless, should you have a congenital allergy to football, you may
> want to skip this, as there is plenty of explicit sports to go with the
> explicit sex.
>
>
> Those of you familiar with Orange County, California, will note
> that I have taken certain liberties in my descriptions, particularly
> with the locations and athletic programs of area high schools. I did
> this solely out of laziness--I wasn't interested in researching the
> actual composition of the local high school football conferences.
>
>
> This work is, in many ways, a satire. The views expressed herein
> should not be taken as serious commentary on either the County of
> Orange, the Roman Catholic Church, or the United States Marine Corps.
> I make one exception to that disclaimer, however. My descriptions of
> the Orange County foster care system do not in any way resemble
> reality. The actual system is currently in very dire straits, and few,
> if any, children who go through it have experiences as easy and
> pleasant as the protagonist's. Sexual abuse of foster children is
> unfortunately not uncommon, and in real life, the consequences are far
> different from what I have described here.
>
>
> One last note: Please do NOT e-mail me for missing pieces. This
> is a very large file and mailing it is a pain. All the pieces of this
> story should be available in the ASSM archive, the address for which
> can be found in the header above.
>
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XIV.
>
> From then on, things settled into a general routine. Jack went out with
> Summer on the weekends, and played the boyfriend at school. Despite his
> promise to Becky, he had difficulty thinking about anything else when he
> was around Summer. He met her parents, who liked him and were impressed
> with his ambition to be a Marine pilot. Billy began dating someone else
> (the same girl who had gone to console him after the fight at the party),
> and the tension between him and Jack subsided somewhat, although he didn't
> think they would ever be friends again. Summer's manipulative side
> disappeared after that, and, outwardly at least, she was almost too sweet
> and sincere to be for real. He knew better. Her lust for him--nor his for
> her--did not ebb, and she had a habit of surprising him and insisting on
> encounters in dangerous places. That was what he thought she got out of
> their relationship: an opportunity to be the "bad girl" she couldn't be
> otherwise. When they were alone, the sweetness vanished, and she turned
> into a sharp-tongued slattern. He and Summer gradually became the "cute
> couple" of the school. Summer's status alone would have pushed it in that
> direction, but his prominence on the football team all but assured it.
>
> Sunday afternoons he met Kisu at the library to study, then went back to
> her house to work through her mother's "pillow book." She never seemed
> interested in being more than friends, even though their sex became
> increasingly bizarre. As he learned more with her, he applied the
> techniques with the other girls, to their delight. Mondays became a coveted
> spot, with the other three trying to be first in line for what he had
> learned that weekend.
>
> Yet despite his passion for Summer, Jack felt the closest to Becky. The two
> of them often spent afternoons together in her room or in the loft above
> her garage, or studied together at school, and spent more time talking than
> fooling around. When they did have sex, it tended to be pretty tame, and of
> all the six girls, he felt the least guilty about sleeping with her.
>
> His relationship with Karen was beyond his ability to fathom. They weren't
> quite friends, and there were times he bitterly resented her. They fought
> often enough that Marcia became concerned about it, asking Karen to be more
> "understanding" about Jack's predicament. As Karen had promised, she
> essentially stopped wearing underwear, sometimes not even a bra, so often
> that Marcia began complaining about Karen not putting all of her dirty
> clothes in the hamper. After that, she wadded up clean panties and tossed
> them in with the rest of her stuff. Karen knew that her butt was Jack's
> weakness, and she contrived to discreetly rub it against him or expose it
> to him as often as possible. Without panties, it was easily done. Yet,
> notwithstanding the hostility between them, he probably had more sex with
> her than any of the others. Sometimes their encounters became so violent
> they were like a pair of rabid weasels.
>
> Only occasionally--mainly on Sunday mornings before and during Mass--did
> Jack accept the idea that he had sunk into a state of deep denial. He was
> committing a serious sin, and the longer it went on, the less he could
> rationalize it by believing that God knew what he was doing, no matter what
> he told Father Roberts in Confession. God indeed knew what was going on,
> and Jack suspected He wasn't too happy about it. Jack wasn't lying in
> Confession to protect someone else. He was doing it to save his own butt,
> and protect his possible appointment to the Naval Academy.
>
> He began the application process in September, and everything indicated
> that he was on the inside track. He got glowing recommendations from his
> teachers, Marine officer friends of his father's, the football coach, and
> even from Father Roberts. One Friday afternoon, he got a phone call from an
> aide to their Congressman, who asked Jack to come in that Saturday to meet
> with the Representative about his appointment. The meeting went about as
> well as Jack could have expected. His personal story--wanting to follow in
> his deceased father's footsteps to become a Marine officer--was what seemed
> to get everyone's attention. His father's former squadron commander in
> Norfolk--with whom Jack had been somewhat friendly--gave him probably the
> best recommendation of all:
>
> "When Richard O'Leary died, I lost both a close friend and one of the
> finest officers I have ever had the privilege of serving with. My one
> consolation in grieving for him was the knowledge that his son would one
> day take his place as a Marine Corps officer. Jack is one of the finest
> young men I have ever known. I can hardly imagine anyone else I would
> prefer to have as a junior officer serving in my command."
>
> After that, his appointment looked like a near certainty, though Jack was
> feeling more and more as if he didn't deserve it.
>
> With no other outlet, Jack took out his frustrations on the football field.
> He quickly became one of the star players, roaming through the backfield
> like an angry bear. He scored two more touchdowns before Homecoming, one on
> another fumble, the other on an interception return. He led the team in
> tackles and was second in the conference. More than once, he sent opposing
> players off the field with injuries, getting penalized for it twice. The
> coach asked him to tone the energy down a notch, but was clearly pleased.
> Going into Homecoming, the team was 7-0 and tied for first place in the
> conference. Their offense had occasional trouble getting into the end zone,
> but their defense, centered around Jack, was first-rate. Two of their
> victories had been shutouts, and the thirteen points they gave up in the
> first game were the most they had given up all season. The 'Orange County
> Register' even did a short piece on them in the prep section of the sports
> page, mentioning Jack several times.
>
> A few days before the game, the coach told Jack he'd gotten a call from one
> of the assistant coaches at the Academy, who was sending someone out to
> watch Jack play that weekend. Summer and Becky were both thrilled, though
> Karen chose to make a snide remark about his football career being her
> idea.
>
> That Thursday, he was walking to class when Summer came up behind him,
> slipping her arm through his.
>
> "Hi."
>
> "Hi."
>
> "Are you ready for this weekend?"
>
> "The game should be good."
>
> "Not just the game. The dance and everything."
>
> "Don't worry. I have difficulty seeing you not getting elected Homecoming
> Queen."
>
> "Well, we'll see. I was thinking more about you. Wouldn't it be so cool if
> we both got elected? It's probably you or Billy, and the last thing I want
> is to have to dance with him again."
>
> "I'm a long shot. You know that."
>
> "No, really. We've been sort of taking a poll. It's probably fifty-fifty."
>
> Summer and her friends, including the other cheerleaders, had been putting
> up posters around campus campaigning for both of them. Jack hadn't asked
> for it but wasn't surprised.
>
> "I'm more concerned about the game. You know who's going to be there."
>
> "I know. I know you'll do great and get a big scholarship."
>
> "The Academy doesn't give scholarships. If you get in, it's free. You pay
> them back by serving afterward. This could just help my application."
>
> "Oh. Well, I know you'll do great. Look--"
>
> "What?"
>
> "Can you do me a favor? It would mean a lot to me."
>
> "What?"
>
> "Can you stop being so chummy with Becky, at least at school? People are
> starting to talk."
>
> He stopped dead and closed his eyes.
>
> "Don't put me in this position. This arrangement was your idea, yours and
> the others. Not mine."
>
> "It's just that Cordelia White came up to me this morning and said 'I saw
> Jack and Becky Smith walking home together yesterday.' She's convinced
> something is up."
>
> "Becky and I have become good friends. If I start blowing her off, she's
> going to get very hurt."
>
> "I'm not asking you to blow her off, just act more like you're really my
> boyfriend."
>
> He pulled his arm away from her.
>
> "This is not my problem. You two work it out."
>
> He walked away, not looking at her.
>
> He didn't see either of them the rest of the day. He found Becky waiting
> for him after football practice, a sour look on her face. She joined him
> for the walk home.
>
> "I knew this would happen eventually," she said.
>
> "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what to do."
>
> "You don't have to do anything. This is between me and Summer."
>
> "You guys have to work this out. Forget that I care about you two a lot,
> this is the worst possible time for me to have this blow up on us."
>
> "I know. I'd never do anything to hurt you."
>
> She sighed.
>
> "Summer and I used to be better friends. In tenth grade, I slept over at
> her house a lot. We still got along great until this started. I thought of
> her and Karen as my best friends. And you know, I can't tell whether she's
> jealous or just worried about her status as Queen of Sacred Heart. I mean,
> it doesn't look too good for her boyfriend to be cheating on her."
>
> She stopped, hanging her head.
>
> "God. You don't know how weird it was to say that. I've been thinking of
> you as my boyfriend."
>
> They were several blocks away from the school now, and no one was in sight.
> He hugged her.
>
> "I'll do whatever I can. Although I don't know what the hell to do."
>
> She didn't say anything right away. Then she linked her arms around his
> waist, returning the hug.
>
> "I love you."
>
> He looked down at her. She had her head on his chest.
>
> "I'm sorry, but I do. I think about you all the time. I write your name in
> my notebooks. I've never been able to talk to a guy like I talk to you. If
> you ditch me for Summer, I'll just die."
>
> He ran his fingers through her hair.
>
> "I love you, too. I'm not going to ditch you. Summer will just have to deal
> with this."
>
> She hugged him harder.
>
> "Thanks."
>
> He took her back to her house and made love to her. She seemed a little
> happier afterward. Then he went home.
>
> He found Karen waiting for him upstairs.
>
> "So Summer and Becky are having it out?"
>
> "Summer wants me to stop being friends with Becky. Or something like that.
> I'm not sure what it's about, though. Jealousy or just insecurity."
>
> "Don't worry. I'm going to lay down the law with them tonight. They're not
> going to fuck this up now. I was talking to Corinne about it. She thinks
> they're being so immature."
>
> Karen slipped into his bed that night, as she did most nights. After some
> bruising, athletic sex, she told him what she had done.
>
> "We have a problem."
>
> "What?"
>
> "Summer is wigging out over this. It may be because of the Homecoming Queen
> thing. Maybe she's worried about losing votes. She's having a fit over the
> gossip, not that there's that much. She thinks people care more than they
> do."
>
> "What about Becky?"
>
> "In between crying her eyes out, she threatened to blow this open if we
> made her stop hanging out with you. I don't know what the fuck we're
> supposed to do. They're being idiots."
>
> He sat up, glaring at her.
>
> "You have to fix this. I cannot have this blow up now."
>
> "You're telling me? What do you think Mom would do? I'd be grounded until I
> was thirty, never mind that I'd never get to see you again. I'll figure
> something out."
>
> That last remark confused him a little, but too much else was racing around
> his brain to allow him to analyze it. She went back to her room a minute
> later, and he lay in bed for a long time staring at the ceiling.
>
> For most of Friday, he managed to avoid them. Becky gave him a sad "hi,"
> during class, but otherwise stayed away. Summer was nowhere to be seen. He
> went to the locker room after school and sat there alone until close to
> game time, sitting in a corner with his knees up to his chest.
>
> He had known in the back of his mind that this was going to happen. It
> wasn't natural for two girls, let alone six, to be willing to share one guy
> they way they had been doing. Never mind what Becky had said about other
> polygamous cultures; this wasn't Africa or Arabia. As much as they tried to
> be "cool" or "hip" about it, their emotions had caught up with them. Jack
> figured he deserved to have it blow up now, right in the middle of his
> application process, right before he was about to play football in front of
> a scout from the Academy.
>
> He wondered what was going to happen. If the full story came out, he might
> well be expelled. This was a Catholic school, and they didn't have to put
> up with things that a public school might ignore. At the very least, it
> would be a huge scandal. Child Services would most likely remove him from
> the Lynch household--there was little doubt in his mind that Marcia would
> insist on it--and there was no telling where he would end up then. No one
> would believe he had been forced into this. Five angry fathers (Karen being
> the only girl without one) would probably be coming after him with
> shotguns.
>
> His application to the Academy was history. Clearly, he hadn't demonstrated
> the requisite moral fiber for a commission. The scandal probably wouldn't
> affect his applications elsewhere, particularly given his performance in
> football, but Jack had no interest in going anywhere else but Annapolis.
>
> Yet above even his despair over the Academy, he was torn over what would
> happen to the girls. He knew he was in love with both Becky and Summer,
> however that was possible, but he stood a good chance of losing both of
> them. He could live without Kisu, though he would miss her, and getting
> Karen out of his life would be an improvement (wouldn't it?). Corinne and
> Michelle were just acquaintances, really. Losing Becky or Summer, let alone
> both, would hurt. A lot.
>
> Tonight might well be his last game at Sacred Heart, possibly anywhere. He
> figured he might as well give it everything he had.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XV.
>
> The other players began showing up just before six. Jack rose from his
> corner and suited up with them lest he draw attention. The coach led them
> out for warm-ups, and he saw the cheerleaders on the sidelines stretching.
> Predictably, they looked less than enthusiastic, and Becky and Summer were
> obviously avoiding each other. The team went back into the locker room for
> the coach's pre-game pep-talk, which Jack had difficulty concentrating on.
>
> Then it was game time. Jack followed the other players out onto the field,
> rushing through the big paper banner the spirit squad had made. The
> opposing team got the ball first, and Jack went out on the field with the
> rest of the defense.
>
> Jack had worked himself up into such a frenzy that he scarcely paid
> attention to Randy's play-calling in the defensive huddle. Their opponents
> tonight were primarily a passing team, and the coach had warned them to
> expect a lot of blitzes. Sure enough, that was the first call.
>
> As soon as the ball was snapped, Jack raced up into the line, crashing
> between Randy and one of the opposing guards. He had expected to be
> double-teamed--it wasn't uncommon as his reputation preceded him this far
> into the season--but he squirted through into the opposing backfield
> anyway. The fullback was there to block him, but Jack angrily shoved him
> out of the way. Their quarterback saw him coming and broke out of his
> passing stance to scramble away. Jack followed, angling himself toward the
> sideline to prevent his quarry from getting around the outside. Realizing
> he was about to be sacked, the quarterback tried to throw the ball away.
>
> Jack had expected this, and leaped up to block the pass. He got his left
> hand on it, and batted it back toward the quarterback. With a look of
> horror on his face, the quarterback tried to get the ball back, but his
> throw had left him off balance. Jack plucked the ball out of the air and
> raced untouched into the end zone thirty yards away.
>
> The rest of the first half went about the same way. Figuring he had nothing
> to lose, Jack threw himself into the game. By the end of the second
> quarter, he had ten tackles, three sacks, another batted pass, and one
> penalty for unnecessary roughness. Sacred Heart was up 21-0, and the other
> team hadn't gotten past midfield.
>
> Jack occasionally glanced over at the cheerleaders, seeing that nothing
> seemed to have changed. Becky and Summer were continually at opposite ends
> of the cheers, and the squad as a whole seemed out of synch. He went into
> the locker room for halftime feeling like the sky was about to fall.
>
> The coach had little substantive to tell them.
>
> "They're probably working on ways to stop our blitzing, so we may need to
> get a little more creative. Beyond that, keep up the good work."
>
> When the third quarter started, Sacred Heart's offense took the ball and
> worked straight up the field, scoring on a one-yard dive by Billy Mason.
> Jack was also on the kickoff team, though he hadn't had a tackle yet
> tonight. This time, the kick was somewhat short, and when the opposing
> player grabbed the ball, Jack got past the blockers and hit him hard from
> the side. He slammed his shoulder into the arm the guy was using to hold
> the ball, and when Jack hit him, the ball popped loose. Sacred Heart
> recovered on the other team's thirty-five yard line, and two minutes later,
> they were up 35-0.
>
> After that, the coach began putting in the substitutes, though he kept Jack
> in, knowing the Academy scout was in the stands. When the third quarter
> ended, Jack checked out the cheerleaders again. To his surprise, he saw
> Summer and Becky sitting together on a bench talking. Neither of them
> looked particularly happy, but something was clearly up. He wondered if
> maybe they were going to work this out after all.
>
> Still concerned, Jack's intensity did not ebb. With the second- string
> players in, their opponents finally showed some signs of life. They put
> together their first sustained drive of the night, but it ended on Sacred
> Heart's thirty-yard line after Jack sacked their quarterback on two
> successive plays. They missed the ensuing field goal, and the game ended a
> few minutes later with the score still 35-0.
>
> Sacred Heart's players and students swarmed onto the field to celebrate.
> Jack tried to work his way to the sidelines to see what Summer and Becky
> were up to, but the coach intercepted him. With him was a tall, fit guy in
> his thirties with a close crew cut.
>
> "Jack, this is Stan Marshall. He's the scout from the Naval Academy."
>
> All thoughts of the girls flew out of his head. Jack shook the man's hand.
>
> "Nice to meet you, sir."
>
> "That was quite a game you had tonight, Jack."
>
> "Thank you, sir."
>
> "From what I've been hearing, you're in good shape with the application
> process. We're really looking forward to having you try out for the team. I
> think I can tell Coach Weatherbie to put in a good word for you."
>
> Jack swelled with emotion. Maybe this might actually work.
>
> "Thank you, sir. I want to make the Academy like nothing you can imagine."
>
> He laughed.
>
> "Oh, I can imagine it, Jack. I was in your shoes a few years back."
>
> "Are you an officer, sir?"
>
> "I was. Annapolis '85. I played middle and outside linebacker just like
> you. After I graduated I was on the Vinson, then the Roosevelt. When I got
> out, I came back to the Academy to coach. I hear you're looking to go into
> the Corps, though."
>
> "Yes, sir. My father was a Marine pilot."
>
> "So I heard."
>
> He spent about fifteen minutes chitchatting with Jack before letting him go
> and wishing him luck. Jack looked around for Summer and Becky, but they had
> disappeared along with the rest of the cheerleaders.
>
> He returned the locker room wondering what to do. The dance was the next
> night, and he was supposed to take Summer. Now, he wasn't sure what was
> going on.
>
> When he got dressed, he found Karen waiting for him outside the locker
> room. She was leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed and head
> down. She looked up at him but didn't raise her head.
>
> "What happened?"
>
> "I don't know. Summer and Becky were talking toward the end of the game,
> but I'm not sure this is over. Neither of them would talk to me. Summer
> just said, 'We're working on it.'"
>
> "Damn it. What about tomorrow night?"
>
> "You got me. Why don't you call them?"
>
> "I don't want to get into the middle of this."
>
> "Well, duh, you are in the middle of this."
>
> "I mean I don't want them to make me choose. That won't solve anything."
>
> "God. They're being such selfish bitches. I can't believe this."
>
> They drove home in Marcia's car. Uncharacteristically after a big game,
> Karen went to bed with Kelly and didn't come looking for any attention
> after the lights were out.
>
> The next morning, Marcia came out to him while he was working in the yard.
>
> "You and Summer are having some problems?"
>
> "Sort of." He wondered how much he could tell her. He need to vent about
> this somehow.
>
> "Anything you want to talk about? Maybe I can help."
>
> He sighed.
>
> "I've gotten to be good friends with Becky. I'm not sure Summer likes it."
>
> "You think she's jealous?"
>
> "People are gossiping about it."
>
> "People are always going to gossip. You can't let that keep you from doing
> what's right. Only people with small minds and limited morals gossip."
>
> "Okay."
>
> "And you have to assure Summer that you care about her and that she doesn't
> have anything to worry about. She shouldn't get jealous of Becky if you
> don't let her get insecure."
>
> "I know."
>
> "Jealousy is a sign of insecurity. That's what you have to address yourself
> to. Girls her age tend to be pretty insecure, especially about dating. At
> seventeen, you're close to being an adult, and that can be scary. You're
> dealing with a lot of feelings you're not familiar with, and that you maybe
> have trouble controlling. Do you care about Summer?"
>
> "I love her."
>
> She smiled.
>
> "That's a big word. Are you sure? I still remember what it was like at your
> age."
>
> "I do."
>
> "Then you should tell her that. If she believes you, she shouldn't get
> upset about your friendship with Becky."
>
> "Okay."
>
> "Here. Give me a hug."
>
> He did.
>
> "I'm so happy about how things are turning out for you, Jack. You deserve
> the best. Now go call Summer and straighten this out so you have a date for
> the dance."
>
> He couldn't work up the guts to call her until after lunch. When he did,
> she wasn't there.
>
> "I'm sorry, Jack," her mother said. "She's out getting her hair done. I'll
> have her call you when she gets home."
>
> "Thank you, ma'am."
>
> Jack hung up the phone and thought. If she was getting her hair done, she
> was clearly planning on going to the dance. That didn't tell him anything
> about what was happening with Becky, though.
>
> He thought about calling Becky, but wondered if it was appropriate. He had
> only met her parents a couple of times. He ruminated about it for ten
> minutes before making the call.
>
> A woman answered. It sounded like Becky's mother.
>
> "Hello?"
>
> "Um, hi, is Becky there?"
>
> "No, I'm sorry, she's not. Can I take a message?"
>
> "Can you tell her that Jack called?"
>
> "All right."
>
> "Thank you."
>
> He sat around the rest of the afternoon, but the phone never rang. Karen
> began getting ready around six. The original plan was for Jack to walk over
> to Summer's, pick her up, then drive back and get Karen. Now he wasn't sure
> what was going on.
>
> The phone rang at six-fifteen, but Karen got it before he did. About ten
> minutes later, she yelled out to him.
>
> "Jack! It's Summer."
>
> "It is?"
>
> He stuck his head into her room. She was grinning, holding the phone to her
> chest.
>
> "Yes. Get it downstairs."
>
> He went down and picked up the receiver.
>
> "Hello."
>
> "Hi. Are you ready?"
>
> "I don't know. You tell me."
>
> "Just come and get me. I have a surprise for you."
>
> "What?"
>
> "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."
>
> "What about this thing with Becky?"
>
> "Don't worry about it. Just come and get me. You'll see."
>
> "No. What the hell is going on?"
>
> "Sheesh. Just relax. I'll explain when you get here."
>
> He fumed for a moment.
>
> "Do you mean this is resolved?"
>
> "You'll see. Just have some patience, God. I'll see you at seven, okay?"
>
> He growled. Clearly he had no choice here.
>
> "Okay."
>
> He got cleaned up and dressed. Karen stayed in her room, avoiding him.
>
> "Is everything okay?" Marcia asked.
>
> "I'm not sure. But I'm going to get her anyway."
>
> "Okay. Remember what I said."
>
> He walked over to Summer's house, wondering what the hell was going on.
> When he rang the bell, her father answered and let him in.
>
> "It will be just a moment, Jack. Come on in."
>
> Jack stood uncomfortably in the foyer, but her father motioned for him to
> sit down in the living room.
>
> "I hear you had quite a night last night."
>
> "Yes, sir."
>
> "Summer told me there was a scout from the Academy there. That's quite
> impressive."
>
> "Yes, sir. I talked to him after the game."
>
> "So things are looking good for your appointment?"
>
> "I think so, sir."
>
> "Great. Summer has been making noises about going to school back there
> herself, if you didn't know that."
>
> "Yes, sir, I did."
>
> "I'm not so wild about having her so far away, but I guess you have to
> learn to let go."
>
> Jack nodded, not sure what to say. Then Summer appeared on the stairway.
>
> The theme for the dance was Island Night, and Summer was wearing a bikini
> top and a long floral print dress. Her hair was up behind her head, but
> fell down in a cascade of curls. An orchid was behind one ear. He swallowed
> awkwardly. She was gorgeous.
>
> Summer's mother was coming down behind her. Jack stood up and went to meet
> her.
>
> "Hi."
>
> Summer leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, taking his arm.
>
> "Hi."
>
> "You don't need a jacket, honey?" her mother asked.
>
> "I'll be fine, Mom."
>
> "All right, have fun, kids. Back by one, remember."
>
> "Yes, Mom."
>
> Summer led him out of the house to her car. He stopped, pulling his arm
> away from her.
>
> "Okay. What is going on?"
>
> She sighed.
>
> "Get in and I'll tell you. Everything is fine."
>
> He looked at the ground a moment and then got into the car. She turned
> around in her seat, leaning back against the door.
>
> "We're not going to get Karen. We're going to get Becky."
>
> He stared at her.
>
> "We are?"
>
> "Yes. We had a long talk last night and realized we were being stupid.
> We've been best friends for too long to let this thing with you get in the
> way of it. You're taking both of us to the dance, and if Cordelia White and
> her bitchy friends don't like it, they can go fuck themselves."
>
> He sat back in his seat, exhaling. She took his hand, rubbing it.
>
> "So everything is okay and no one is getting in trouble."
>
> He looked over at her, feeling his throat thickening.
>
> "I love you."
>
> She gasped, swallowing hard. She squeezed his hand tightly.
>
> "I love you, too."
>
> She bit her lip, then leaned forward, hugging him.
>
> "But I also love Becky," he said.
>
> "I know. So do I. It's okay. Everything is just wonderful."
>
> She pulled back, kissing him repeatedly. Then she withdrew, wiping her
> eyes.
>
> "Oh, God, I'm going to ruin my makeup."
>
> She laughed.
>
> "What about Karen?"
>
> "She's taking your mom's car. It's fine. She knows."
>
> She took his hand again, holding it tightly. He pulled out of the driveway
> and headed over to Becky's.
>
> Summer sniffed.
>
> "That's the first time anyone has ever said that to me. Other than my
> folks, I mean."
>
> "I meant it."
>
> She squeezed his hand again.
>
> "I know."
>
> She wiped at her eyes again, and pulled down the mirror on the sunshade.
> She laughed softly.
>
> "You're making me cry. I'm going to have to fix myself when we get there."
>
> "Sorry."
>
> They pulled up at Becky's a minute or two later. Her mother answered the
> door.
>
> "Hi, Summer. You must be Jack. Was that you on the phone this afternoon?"
>
> "Yes, ma'am."
>
> Becky emerged from the living room. She was dressed similarly to Summer,
> although her top and dress were patterned differently. Her hair was styled
> the same, though the flower behind her ear was some kind of lily. Becky's
> mother gave her a peck on the cheek as she left.
>
> "Bye, Mom."
>
> "Bye, honey, have fun."
>
> Becky climbed in the back seat, leaning forward between them.
>
> "Sorry about all this," she said. "Summer and I worked it out, as I guess
> she told you."
>
> Jack took a deep breath.
>
> "Look. I love you both, for different reasons and in different ways,
> because you're different people. You aren't going to have the same kind of
> relationship with me."
>
> "I know," Summer said.
>
> "It's okay," Becky said, "we talked about all that."
>
> "Yesterday, when I thought I was losing you, that hurt more than the
> prospect of losing the Academy. I can't have you two doing this to me if
> we're going to stay together."
>
> Summer reached over, putting her fingers on his mouth.
>
> "Shh. Relax. We figured out a way to make this work. What I'm going to tell
> everyone is that I trust you, I trust Becky, you're both my friends and I
> don't care what you do together. The story is that we decided to take Becky
> to the dance to thumb our noses at everyone who's been gossiping, to show
> them we don't care what they think. That I don't care if you're close
> friends with another girl."
>
> "It's the sort of thing people would expect from Summer. You know, doing
> the sweet thing instead of getting all bitchy."
>
> "They just don't know me very well. But my mom was so impressed with my
> 'maturity' about it that she hardly knew what to say."
>
> Jack took Summer's hand, then Becky's.
>
> "Okay. Let's go."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XVI.
>
> The three of them raised some eyebrows when they walked into the gym, but
> the whispering and pointing were over sooner than he expected. They voted
> for King and Queen of Homecoming at a table by the entrance. Jack felt a
> little guilty voting for himself, so he voted for Summer and Billy. He had
> no doubt who the girls voted for.
>
> Jack danced with both of them for a while, then went to hang out with the
> football team for a bit. He got some ribbing from the other players, but
> professed innocence, giving them Summer's proposed explanations.
>
> Randy pulled him aside a few minutes later.
>
> "You having any better luck than Billy?"
>
> "If I were, I wouldn't go telling you."
>
> Randy laughed.
>
> "Oh, man, come on."
>
> Jack just shook his head, and Randy laughed again.
>
> "I can tell something's up, man. Summer didn't fall for Billy the way she
> has for you. She tended to treat him like shit sometimes, leading him
> around like a dog on a leash, you know? He was completely whipped. That's
> why he went nuts when you took her away from him. But she lets you bring
> Becky Smith to the Homecoming Dance and laughs about it."
>
> "I told you what that was about."
>
> "Yeah, maybe she told you that, but maybe something else is up, you know?"
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> Randy pulled him further over to the gym wall, lowering his voice.
>
> "Some people are starting to say that Corinne Harris and Michelle Swanson
> have got something going. Like they might be dykes. They're always hanging
> out with each other, and they never go out on dates with guys. They even
> came together tonight."
>
> "So? They're good friends, that doesn't mean they're lesbians. And what
> does that have to do with Summer?"
>
> "They're all on the cheerleading squad, right? Maybe Summer knows something
> she's not telling you. Who knows, maybe the whole squad is getting it on."
>
> Jack forced a laugh, hoping Randy couldn't tell.
>
> "Get your mind out of the gutter."
>
> Randy laughed.
>
> "No harm in fantasizing, my man. Wouldn't you like to be the meat in a
> Becky Smith-Summer Carlson sandwich?"
>
> "Jesus."
>
> Randy laughed, thumping him on the back, and Jack went back over to Summer
> and Becky, who were yakking with a bunch of their friends.
>
> "What were you whispering about with Randy?" Becky asked.
>
> "I'll tell you later."
>
> She poked him in the stomach.
>
> "Tell me now."
>
> "Randy was just being perverted. I'll tell you later."
>
> "Something about me and Summer?"
>
> "Sort of, but not all of it."
>
> "God. He's such a loser."
>
> About half an hour later, the president of their class, Rachel Callahan,
> got up on the stage and interrupted the music. She took the microphone from
> the DJ and walked up to the front.
>
> "Okay, everybody, it's time to announce the King and Queen of Homecoming."
>
> The crowd murmured and cheered, moving up toward the stage. Summer took his
> arm, squeezing it tightly. Down at his side, out of sight of anyone else,
> he felt Becky's hand slipping into his. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
>
> Rachel took an envelope from one of the other members of the Homecoming
> Committee, who had come up on the stage with her.
>
> "Okay, the King and Queen of Homecoming are . . ."
>
> She opened the envelope and smiled.
>
> "Big surprise--Summer Carlson and Jack O'Leary."
>
> Summer squealed so loudly that Jack's ears hurt, and she jumped up against
> him, hugging him tightly. She let him go a few seconds later, and hugged
> Becky. Then Becky hugged him, and Summer hugged a few other people. Summer
> took his hand and led him up to the stage. Rachel put tacky plastic crowns
> on their heads, and applauded along with most--though not all--of the other
> guests. Jack did notice, with some surprise, that Billy was applauding
> along with the rest of the team.
>
> Summer took the microphone.
>
> "Um, thank you so much. This means a lot to me. I know that sounds stupid,
> but oh well."
>
> Everyone laughed.
>
> "And, um, I'm really happy you picked Jack, because I don't want to have to
> dance with anyone else."
>
> A lot of the girls in the class went, "awww," after which most of the guys
> laughed. She handed the microphone to Jack, who was more embarrassed than
> he wanted to admit.
>
> "Um, what she said." More laughter. "Thanks."
>
> Summer led him back down to the gym floor, where they danced slowly
> together in the spotlight. He saw Becky watching them and winked at her.
> She smiled and waved. He knew then that he truly did love both of them.
>
> The dance ended at eleven, and they spent another half-hour working their
> way out to the parking lot, talking with the other students and saying good
> night.
>
> "So what was it Randy was telling you?" Becky asked once they were back in
> the car.
>
> "He said people are starting to gossip about Corinne and Michelle. That
> they might be lesbians. Then he said, 'who knows, maybe the whole squad is
> getting it on.'"
>
> "Shit," Summer said.
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "I don't think we should panic," Becky said. "I mean, who would believe
> that? Even if it is true."
>
> "We have to tell Corinne and Michelle," Summer said.
>
> "I'm betting they know already," Jack said.
>
> "Probably," Becky said. "And I'm betting they don't care."
>
> "No, but the school will. How do you think Father Roberts will react to
> that?"
>
> "He doesn't like gossip. In the past, when things like this have happened,
> he's tended to get on the P.A. and lecture us about not spreading nasty
> rumors. He gives us the parable about not seeing the beam in our eyes while
> we pick out the mote in our brother's eye. Or however it goes."
>
> "I'm going to call Corinne anyway," Summer said. "Just to be sure we're all
> on the same level."
>
> Randy and Joe Dickson had snuck around back behind the school to work on a
> six-pack of Bud Lite.
>
> "What do you think about this thing with Corinne and Michelle?" Randy
> asked.
>
> "Goddamned waste of a good pair of tits."
>
> "Two pairs."
>
> "Michelle hasn't got shit."
>
> "You think they're really getting it on?"
>
> "I don't wanna think about it, man, but I think so."
>
> "Seriously?"
>
> "Yeah. Since Billy mentioned it to me on Wednesday, I've been watching
> them, at the game last night and tonight at the dance. Far too much
> whispering and touching going on. They're either really good friends, or
> they're snarfing on each other's snatches."
>
> Randy laughed, amazed.
>
> "Oh, man. How can we find out for sure? This is too cool."
>
> "I don't know. We could follow them some time. Spy on them."
>
> "We'd be in the shit if we got caught. Big time."
>
> "Yeah. I'll think of something."
>
> Randy finished his beer, belched, then smashed it flat on the concrete.
>
> "What did you think of fucking O'Leary tonight? Summer must not be enough
> for him."
>
> Joe scoffed.
>
> "You're high. There's no way he's doing anything with either of them."
>
> "No?"
>
> "No. You should hear him in Religion. You'd think he was going to seminary
> instead of Annapolis. I bet the whole reason Summer's so into him is
> because he doesn't care about her wanting to stay a virgin. He probably
> likes it. I bet they don't do a thing besides kiss until their wedding
> night."
>
> "Yeah, you're probably right. Nice picture, though, Summer and Becky at the
> same time."
>
> "Yeah. Not that it'll ever happen."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XVII.
>
> "So what do you guys want to do?" Becky asked.
>
> "It's too soon to go home," Summer said. "I don't have to be back until
> one."
>
> "We could go back to my house and hang out in the garage."
>
> The attic of the Smith garage had been converted to a loft, which Becky's
> brothers had used as a game room before going off to college. Jack and
> Becky had sat up there talking, and occasionally doing other things, more
> than once.
>
> "That's cool," Summer said. "Let's do that."
>
> "What about your folks?" Jack asked.
>
> "My mom never waits up for me," Becky said. "They won't notice unless we
> make noise."
>
> Becky's house was dark when they pulled up. Jack parked on the street and
> they walked quietly up to the garage. Becky opened the door to the loft and
> led them upstairs. Old furniture and junk filled the room. A threadbare
> sofa sat along one wall, and a foosball game sat in the middle.
>
> Becky and Summer flopped onto the sofa, and Jack sat in a chair opposite
> them.
>
> "So do you think our idea worked?" Becky asked.
>
> "I think so," Jack said. "Some of the guys on the team teased me about it,
> but I don't think anyone really thought anything was going on. Between my
> reputation and Summer's, I think we're safe now."
>
> Becky grinned.
>
> "Randy was teasing you about it, wasn't he? That was what you didn't want
> to tell me."
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> Jack looked away in embarrassment.
>
> "He, um, he said, 'wouldn't you like to be the meat in a Becky Smith-Summer
> Carlson sandwich?'"
>
> Both of them shrieked in laughter, but then Becky slapped her hand over her
> mouth and tried to cover Summer's.
>
> "Shh! My parents will hear!"
>
> The two girls stifled giggles for at least a minute before settling down.
>
> "So, um, would you?" Becky asked, and they erupted in giggles again.
>
> He fought a grin.
>
> "I thought I already had."
>
> "Well . . . you haven't exactly had that kind of sandwich, although you've
> certainly been to the deli more than once."
>
> More giggles.
>
> Summer smiled at him, and he saw a familiar glint growing in her eyes.
>
> "I bet you'd like that. I bet you set this whole thing up between Becky and
> me so you could. You made us both fall in love with you so we'd do whatever
> you want."
>
> She reached out and began playing with Becky's hair. Becky glanced at her,
> smiling, and put her hand on Summer's thigh, stroking her.
>
> "Which we would," Becky said. "Anything at all."
>
> "Anything."
>
> Jack was growing light-headed watching them. This wasn't like the slumber
> party orgies, where he'd had to share them with the other girls, where he
> had to perform for a giggling audience. Tonight he had two girls he loved,
> who loved him, and who wanted to make love to him and each other. How could
> this possibly be wrong?
>
> "I think he wants to watch," Summer said, leaning toward Becky.
>
> "Do you, Jack? Do you want to watch me and Summer?"
>
> He swallowed, breathing raggedly, but didn't answer. Becky grinned, and
> turned to Summer, who had continued to play with Becky's hair. They leaned
> together, kissing, and Becky twisted around to slide her hand behind
> Summer's back. The other hand came up to cup Summer's breast. Summer held
> Becky's hand close, and kissed her more deeply.
>
> He could see Summer's nipples growing erect as Becky tweaked them through
> the fabric of her bikini top. Summer's hand slid down to Becky's thigh,
> then up the slit in her skirt. The skirt was little more than a wrap, and
> Summer pulled out the waist, revealing a bikini bottom that matched Becky's
> top. She stroked Becky gently between the legs once, then moved up to
> fondle Becky's breasts.
>
> Becky pulled off Summer's skirt, and soon they were both down to their
> bikinis. With her free hand, Becky untied Summer's top. It fell into
> Summer's lap, and Becky resumed fondling Summer's breasts. Summer did the
> same to Becky, and in a moment, both girls were topless.
>
> Nearly naked, the two girls looked more alike than Jack had realized.
> Summer was taller than Becky, but they had the same type of build and
> similar hair color. When Becky slid to the floor in front of Summer to
> suckle her breasts, it looked like Summer had a twin making love to her.
>
> "Why don't you come sit over here," she said.
>
> He got up and sat beside her on the couch. She leaned back against him, and
> he watched Becky caressing and suckling Summer's breasts. Summer's nipples
> were damp and erect now, swollen dark red. Summer held Jack with one hand
> and Becky's head with the other. Becky moved back and forth over Summer,
> holding her breasts in her hands as she flicked her tongue over one nipple,
> then the other, like a bee sipping nectar from a flower. Summer lay still,
> breathing heavily.
>
> Becky began to kiss her way down Summer's stomach, and Summer lifted
> herself up to let Becky slide off her bikini bottoms. Then she lay all the
> way back onto Jack's lap, sideways on the couch now, pulling his hand up to
> her breasts. Becky leaned forward and began kissing and licking Summer's
> blonde sex. Summer wrapped her right leg around Becky, resting it on her
> back.
>
> Jack played with Summer's breasts as Becky opened Summer up to her lingual
> caresses. Summer kept one hand on Becky's head while the other dug into
> Jack's shoulder. She kept her eyes closed, occasionally whimpering and
> twitching.
>
> In a few minutes, her breath began coming in long gasps, and Jack could
> feel her stomach twitching. Becky was still licking busily away, and now
> worked her middle finger in and out of Summer. Then Summer's hand clawed at
> Jack, she let out a single squeak, and convulsed into orgasm. Becky
> finished her off and then climbed up onto the couch with them. The two
> girls kissed and grinned at Jack.
>
> "Did you like that?" Becky asked.
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "My turn," Summer said.
>
> Still lying on Jack's lap, Summer pulled Becky up further to suckle her
> breasts. Jack was free to caress Becky's back and buttocks, and
> occasionally feel between her legs, where her bikini bottoms were already
> quite damp. Summer sucked hard on Becky's nipples, bringing them to the
> perky state of erection that never failed to turn Jack on. With his other
> hand, he reached under Becky to caress the breast Summer wasn't servicing.
> He thought he could sit there feeling the perfection of her breasts
> forever.
>
> But Becky had other ideas. She tried to climb up on Summer's face, but it
> would have been too awkward.
>
> "Let's do it this way," Summer said.
>
> Summer slid off the couch and removed Becky's bikini bottoms from behind.
> She positioned Becky in Jack's lap, then reversed herself, and sat down on
> the floor, leaning her head back between Jack's knees and under Becky. Then
> Becky lowered herself down onto Summer's tongue.
>
> Jack was free to kiss and caress Becky as Summer licked up at her. He
> played with her breasts as she sucked on his tongue, biting him lightly.
> But soon she became too aroused, and laid her head on Jack's shoulder.
> Summer ran her hands up Becky's thighs to caress her buttocks. With Summer
> licking eagerly at her, and Jack fondling her breasts, it wasn't long
> before Becky was in the throes of orgasm. She held Jack tightly, moaning
> into his ear. When it was over, Summer got back onto the couch, and he held
> them for a few minutes.
>
> Summer was nibbling on his ear, and her hand slid into his lap to feel his
> erection.
>
> "I bet I know what you want now."
>
> "Me, too," Becky said. She squirmed around until she was sucking on his
> other ear lobe.
>
> He ran his hands down both their backs, feeling their firm butts, then
> reversed his hand to feel up between their legs. Both of them were so wet
> that he could slip a finger into them very easily.
>
> "Mmm," Summer said. "Take your pick. We can take turns."
>
> "Both."
>
> Becky giggled.
>
> "Both? At once? That might be hard. I don't think you're that big."
>
> "Get up."
>
> They got off him, and he stood up. He started undressing, and they assisted
> him, stripping him in a few seconds. Both of them reached out to stroke his
> cock, and Becky dropped to her knees to take him into her mouth. Summer
> kneeled down beside her and they alternated sucking on him for a minute or
> two. Then he pulled them up.
>
> "Summer, sit on the couch and spread your legs. Becky, kneel over her like
> you were doing to me."
>
> Summer smiled and sat down.
>
> "On the edge, slide down."
>
> "Okay. I think I know what you have in mind."
>
> She slid down further and opened herself. Becky kneeled over her, and
> Summer pulled her down until she was sitting right on Summer's sex.
>
> "Like that. Press yourself down against her."
>
> The two girls worked themselves down until they could rub their sexes
> together.
>
> "Like that?" Becky asked.
>
> "Yes."
>
> Jack kneeled in front of them between Summer's legs. He positioned himself
> and thrust between them. Both women moaned and squeezed him tighter. They
> were wet enough to lubricate him, and he was now thrusting between both
> their labia, stroking both clits with his cock. The sensation was similar
> to being inside them, but somewhat rougher and bonier.
>
> He looked over Becky's shoulder and saw that the two girls were deep in a
> kiss. Becky was supporting herself against the back of the couch, and
> Summer was once again fondling Becky's breasts.
>
> On one thrust, he misaligned himself and slipped into Becky by mistake. He
> started to withdraw, but they stopped him.
>
> "That's enough dry-humping," Summer said. "Just do us now."
>
> The two girls continued rubbing themselves against each other while Jack
> thrust at Becky from behind. Becky began to moan, thrusting back at him.
> She leaned forward onto Summer, and Summer pulled Jack up to kiss him. He
> felt Summer's hand slipping between them to fondle Becky and feel Jack
> sliding in and out of her.
>
> "I can feel you," she moaned at him. "I can feel you fucking her. I want to
> feel you coming in her."
>
> Jack thrust faster, thumping against Becky's plump little butt. When he
> felt her shudder and squeeze him as her orgasm finally took her, he
> released the brakes and let himself go. A moment later, he squirted off
> inside her. Summer's hand was hard against the base of his cock, feeling
> his spasms as the sperm flowed out of him.
>
> Slowly they relaxed, and Jack slid to the floor. Becky slid with him, and
> they leaned against Summer, catching their breath.
>
> A minute or two later, Becky twisted around in his grasp.
>
> "Sit up on the couch. Let me get you back up for her."
>
> Jack sat up on the couch, and Becky leaned forward to take his deflating
> cock in her mouth. Summer leaned over and took a few sucks herself.
>
> "Mmm," she said. "I can taste her all over you."
>
> He kissed and fondled Summer as Becky worked on him. In a few minutes, she
> had produced another erection. Summer swung herself around and sat down on
> it, swallowing him up. Becky climbed up next to them to watch.
>
> Summer rode him slowly, trying to squeeze herself as Kisu did. They had
> been trading ideas with her since she and Jack had begun working through
> the pillow book. Summer was a long way from having Kisu's muscular control,
> but it still felt very nice.
>
> He fondled Summer's breasts as she rose up and down, rubbing herself
> against him. He slid down to give her a better angle, and she was soon
> groaning and biting at his neck as she thrust at him. He felt Becky's hand
> settle onto his balls, feeling where they were joined. Summer began
> thrashing in climax, clawing at his shoulders. She came once, twice, then
> three times before collapsing against him in exhaustion.
>
> Becky leaned in to kiss them.
>
> "You didn't come?" she asked Jack.
>
> "You can have him again," Summer said.
>
> Becky grinned.
>
> "Okay."
>
> Summer rolled off Jack, and Becky lay back on her end of the couch. Jack
> climbed on to her and thrust in. Summer slid off the couch on to the floor
> to give them more room. She kneeled against the couch and watched.
>
> Jack was getting close now, and Becky just held him tightly, wrapping
> herself around him the way she knew he liked. He thrust all the way in and
> out, wanting to bring her off with him. When she began to whine and squeeze
> him, he could tell she was nearly there. Summer leaned close, nibbling on
> Jack's ear and whispering obscenities to him. Just as he and Becky
> approached release, he felt Summer's hand again sliding between his legs to
> feel him ejaculating. He groaned, pushed as far into Becky as he could get,
> and let loose. Becky whimpered, biting at his shoulder and shaking under
> him.
>
> "That feels so neat," Summer said. "It's like I get to share it."
>
> In a while they rose, cleaned themselves up, and dressed. They led Becky to
> her front door and kissed her good night.
>
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