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The final part of Monday (due to space concerns). Again, I'd appreciate any constructive criticism/advice.
D'inspiration (or d_insipiration_pseudonym) <technite86@yahoo.com>
Allison/Emanuel Naked in School (
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Monday Evening
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Allison
Allison stepped off the bus, dreading the millions of questions her mother would likely have. She walked up to the door, opening it slowly. She quietly walked inside, hoping her mother wouldn’t hear the noise, and then maybe she’d have enough time to make it up to her room without being seen. That would make avoiding the questions a lot easier.
She realized that plan was meaningless when she spotted her mother sitting at the dining room table. “Allison honey… how was your first day in the program?” Allison heard.
She knew… and she didn’t warn me Allison thought, feeling anger rise up in her. As this feeling arose, she was surprised to not hear a response from Emanuel. She felt the desire to retreat start up, but before she could run into her place heard, “You knew, and yet you did not warn me. How dare you not warn me about something like this. I could have a least been a little prepared if you had said something,” emerge from her mouth, seething with anger. Allison felt some of the anger drain. Suddenly she realized what she had just said, and added, “I have some homework to do…” the nervousness thick in her voice.
Just as she turned around she heard her mother breathe for a moment, and say sternly, “Homework can wait. Young lady, you will sit down right now, and you will listen to me.” Allison quietly sat down. “How can you think I didn’t try to warn you? What do you think I was trying to tell you this morning before you left? But, instead of at least letting me speak, you just glared and walked out,” she continued, her voice much softer now. “Do you have any other questions?” she asked.
Allison thought for a moment, then asked, “Why didn’t you put me on the ‘do not select list’?”
“Because I felt and still feel that the program will help you to overcome your shyness and escapism.”
Allison sighed, interjecting “It’s called dissociation mom. At least, that’s what Ms. Luden says it’s called.” Allison could even hear the scorn in her voice as she said the woman’s name.
“You don’t like her much, do you honey?” her mom asked. Allison sighed and nodded her head in agreement. “You honestly can’t tell me nothing good happened,” she added.
Allison smiled as she responded, “I did meet a boy today,” Allison laughed at the look of worry that crossed her mother’s face.
“And were you planning on bring this boy around soon? I need to make sure he’s good for my little girl,” she said.
“Before you worry too much mom, not only does he get good grades, but he’s the kindest boy I’ve ever met. But if you must meet him, I suppose he could come here sometime,” Allison said.
“I insist. If you wish to continue seeing out him, I must meet him,” her mom replied.
“Can he come over tonight?”
“As long as wherever you go, you’re back by ten. I don’t want your grades to suffer because of a crush,” she responded. Allison smiled, jumped up, hugged her mom tightly, and ran off.
She quickly located the phone, and hastily dialed Emanuel’s number. “Emanuel… mom said yes. Can we go somewhere tonight?” She could hear him thinking over the phone.
“Sure, do you have any ideas where?” he asked.
“How about coffee at Sullivan’s on main? I’ve heard they make a delicious cheese cake.”
He responded, “Sure.
“That sounds good. Oh, one more
thing, mom demands to meet you first, so if you could come here around
She could hear him gulp nervously, but he responded with a, “Sure thing.” “Anyway, I need to get on my homework then. You should do the same sweetie,” he added.
Before he hung up, she quickly
added, “You don’t have my address though. Number fifteen,
“Got it. My best friend lives at number twenty,” he replied.
He hung up the phone. She thought for a moment about the family that lived at number twenty. She realized that was the Foster family. She remembered that they only had one child – a daughter named Kara, who used to love torturing her when they were both younger. How can he be friends with the bitch she wondered.
“So, when is he coming by?” she heard her mother shout before she could think about her anymore. She sighed and walked downstairs, back into the kitchen.
“He’ll be here
“Dinner’s at 5, just so you know.”
She nodded her head in acknowledgement and continued up to her room.
Time passed quickly, and before Allison knew it, her sister was back from volleyball practice, and her homework was done. She looked in her closet and bit her lip, nervous about what to wear. She would have to borrow from her sister for tonight, and see if her mother wouldn’t mind taking her shopping the next day. She heard Sarah enter her room and turn the music on. It’s now or never she thought.
She gathered up her courage and knocked on her sister’s door. “Sis? I have a favor to ask of you.”
Sarah opened the door a crack, peeking through. “What is it Ally? What could you possibly need from little old me?” she asked sarcastically.
“I have a date tonight and I need to borrow something… flattering for it. Could you help me maybe?” Allison responded. She was almost surprised by the sheer look of shock and surprise on her sister’s face.
“Wait… you want my help to show off your body?” she looked around. “Who are you and what have you done to my sister?” she added.
Allison smiled nervously and replied, “Sarah, the Program happened to me. I met a real gentleman, and I want to look good for him.”
Sarah stared at her for a second. “Very well then, come in. When is he picking you up?”
Allison responded “
Sarah looked at her again. “And you need my help why? He’s not going want to go out with you after mom gets done with him. No boy is that brave.”
Allison smiled and responded, “I know he will… I warned him in advance about the questioning.”
“That gives us an hour now, and the half hour question period. We need to start now if you want this job done right.”
Allison lost track of time again, as outfit after outfit was taken out, tried on, taken off, modified. Finally, what seemed like hours later, she had the perfect outfit. “I didn’t know you had such a figure under there sis. I hope this guy likes you for more than your body.”
Next Allison watched as Sarah put some light makeup of her. I sure hope Emanuel likes this she thought.
No matter what you wear, you’re still beautiful to me precious she heard him reply back weakly. She blushed as she did.
“And what did you just imagine sis? How his penis looks?” Sarah said.
“No, I know how it looks” Allison responded. “In fact, I even touched it” she added. She could see Sarah’s face drop.
“You… what… saw… how?”
Allison responded very calmly “He’s in the program too. You might know him.”
“Maybe. What’s his name?”
“Emanuel Lopez.”
She smiled as the shock registered on Sarah’s face. “How did you get Him? He’s the greatest guy in all the school. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place?”
Allison smiled, thinking,
Did
you know that fact Manny? That girls would kill to be with you.
She heard him respond,
If
you can call me Manny, I want to be able to
call you Ally.
Ally is fine she replied. She noticed that the responses took longer to arrive, and they were a little hard to understand.
Allison let her mind focus on Emanuel as Sarah completely redid the makeup. So, what do you say about those crazy girls? she asked him.
I
wouldn’t date them if the President asked me to. They just want me as a trophy,
or because of the rumors that my baseball ‘buddies’ sometimes spread. You like
me for who I am. And that’s why I only want my Ally.
She blushed again, and heard Sarah swear loudly, “Stop thinking about him!”
Just as Sarah finished Allison heard her mom yell “Dinner!!! Girls get your tushies down here now!!!”
Dinner passed quickly – Allison’s mind was on Emanuel the entire time. She stayed downstairs though after the table was cleaned off, knowing she had only five minutes to wait until he was due to arrive. What felt like a lifetime later, the doorbell finally rang.
“I’ll get it!” yelled Allison excitedly, jumping up and quickly running to the door. She opened it and hugged Emanuel tightly. She stepped back a moment later and stared at his outfit – a pair of khaki pants, a button down shirt and nice shoes. Mom might go easy on him she thought. “Manny, are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes, bring me to your mother,” he responded.
As if on cue, Allison noticed her mom step right to the door. “So you must be the boy who thinks he can take my little girl somewhere. Sit down in the living room – I have a few questions for you.” Allison could hear Emanuel gulp nervously, but was surprised that he somehow didn’t show any other signs. “And you young lady, go up to your room for now – I want to talk to him alone.”
“Yes mom,” Allison said as she made her way to the room.
Emanuel
Emanuel looked up a few minutes
later, just in time to catch Allison coming back down the stairs. His eyes
almost fell out of his skull as he saw what Allison was wearing. Her shirt had
a low enough cut that her breasts were accentuated, but at the same time were
still fully covered. Her skirt was knee length, long enough to not be slutty,
but short enough that enough of her legs still showed. He could also make out
very light make up. He smiled at her, thinking,
You know your mom’s not so bad.
Allison blinked at him but didn’t respond, noticing that the response was much faster and stronger. “Well mom, what do you think of Emanuel?” she asked.
“He will do. Now, young man, remember my daughter is to be back by ten. If she isn’t, you will never get to go out with her again. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good then, stand over by the door – I need to tell daughter a few things.”
Emanuel walked quickly, thinking,
What
do you think she wants precious?
Probably
something concerning sex or something of that nature she replied. Yes, it is sex related she added a few
moments later. She had the doctor give me
the Shot over the summer during my before school checkup. She’s letting you
know this, but doesn’t want me engaging in sex yet anyway.
Emanuel thought back, Well , you know I’m happy to wait until you’re ready. Emanuel caught the smile she sent his way as she started to walk towards him.
“Ready sweetie?”
Emanuel smiled and replied “Let’s go precious”.
The bike ride over to Sullivan’s was surprisingly quiet Emanuel realized. Allison seemed to be happy to just hold him tight. Emanuel smiled warily… there was something she wasn’t telling him. He banished the thought to the back of his mind as they finally arrived. Stepping into Sullivan’s, Emanuel was struck by surprise at how the place hadn’t changed at all since he had last been there. That was five years ago, before Mom died and Dad went crazy he remembered strongly.
Before he could think anything
else, Allison responded
My poor Manny… and I’ve been laying all my troubles on you
so far.
“Really, it’s not that big of a deal anymore,” he replied.
“If you say so precious,” she replied back.
A waiter came and sat them down, asking them if they already knew what they wanted to order. Emanuel looked at Allison a moment and said, “Yes, we’re ready to order. A large piece of cheesecake to share, and two iced Irish coffees.” He looked at Allison, asking, “Is this okay precious?”
She responded, “It’s perfect.” The waiter disappeared. “Manny… I know you want to help me, but I want you to know I want to help you too. If you ever need to talk to someone, I’ll always be here for you.”
Emanuel smiled and replied, “Thank you Ally, I appreciate it.” They talked about little things for the next few minutes. Just as Allison had started on listing her favorite foods, their food arrived.
They ate in silence for the next half hour, enjoying each other’s presence, feeding each other. Finally they killed off the cheesecake and resumed talking again. They focused on small talk for another half hour when Emanuel realized they had suddenly run out of topics. “So, since we exhausted all the small talk topics I had ready, what else do you think we should discuss?” he asked.
“What’s your family like?” she asked back.
He sighed a moment, then answered “Before my mom passed away Dad was great – he was the happiest man in the world. It seemed as if my parents were one of those matches made in heaven. But she got sick the day before my twelfth birthday. I was fully expecting her to recover, but the next morning she passed away in my father’s arms. I later discovered that she had been fighting off cancer since shortly after I was born, but didn’t want me to know. She apparently hadn’t told Dad either.”
He continued, “Mom was the greatest mother ever. My needs were always met, and I always got plenty of love. That’s why her passing so suddenly caught me by such surprise. Me and Dad survived okay for a year, but he wasn’t handling the grieving process well. So the morning of my thirteenth birthday I woke up to discover my dad cutting Mom out of some of the old photos. I waited until he left for work, saved the photo’s I could and bought with the money I had saved over the years a small steel safe to keep those photos and other mementos safe in. Later on that day, I had a few of my friends help me bury the safe in the back yard under our apple tree. I didn’t want him ever finding it.”
He paused for a moment and looked at the concern on Allison’s face, and was about to stop when she said, “Please, continue if you can.”
“It’s going to be five years to the day this Sunday, and he’s gotten progressively worse every year. I don’t know why her death has affected him this bad, but I have a feeling that as soon as I turn 18 he’s going to kick me out of the house.”
“Is there anything you can do to stop him?” Allison asked.
“Unfortunately, no. It is his house after all. But I’ve made a habit of working every summer and saving as much as I could. I have about fifteen thousand dollars in a bank account he doesn’t know about that I gain full access to soon. I figure that should be enough to live on for a few months until I can graduate and get a full time job.”
“How did you open the account? Don’t you need an adult for that?”
“Well, yes. My aunt is the technical guardian of the account. I also make sure the statements go straight to her. Unfortunately, she lives three towns over, so I can’t move in with her. But I’ve made do so far. I’ve managed to become strong enough that I equal him in strength, and I started studying Shorinji Kempo. The sensei doesn’t charge for lessons because he knows we can’t afford to pay even enough to cover costs. We do give what money we can when we can, and he covers the rest with a second job. Dad realized one day that I was studying, and he tends to avoid getting physical with me because of it.”
Emanuel relaxed as Allison’s worry faded. “Did you ever add to the safe?” she asked.
Emanuel smiled “I’ve added to it
slowly over the years. It’s nearly full now – I’ll have to find something else
before too much longer.” He smiled again, and leaned in to kiss her. They
locked lips for a few moments until Emanuel noticed the time. “Ally precious, I
know your mom said to have you home by ten, and it’s about
He could see Allison think for a moment, a little sadness in her eyes. “I really wish you didn’t need to get back early, but I do understand. Can we do something again this week before our birthdays?”
He smiled, answering, “I’d love to. Let’s discuss that on the way back”. He paid the check and they left Sullivan’s smiling and holding hands.
“Manny, would you mind terribly if I wanted to learn Shorinji Kempo?” Allison suddenly asked him as they started back to her house.
“I’d love it. I want you to be sure you really want to, and not just because I’ll be there. I can bring in a pamphlet Sensei gave me to share with interested people tomorrow if you’d like.”
Allison nodded her head in agreement vigorously. “I’d very much like that” she said. “When are classes?” she quickly added.
“Usually
Wednesday and Friday afternoons from four to six, and Sunday
“Quite well – she used to torture me a lot when we were younger.”
“I’m sure she’s not the same girl you knew then.”
Allison didn’t respond. Emanuel realized it was best that he let this go for now.
He looked up and realized they had arrived. “May I escort my precious back to her door?” he asked.
She smiled “Yes you may”. Upon making it to the front of the door he pulled her in for a long kiss. A few minutes later, he could see the door open out of the corner of his eye, and see a girl of about sixteen standing there. Allison broke the kiss and said “Sarah, this is my boy friend, Emanuel. Emanuel, this is my little sister Sarah”. Emanuel watched as Sarah looked at him, then fainted. “She didn’t believe I was lucky enough to be chosen by you.”
He smiled. “Let me know later or
tomorrow if your mom allows me to take you out again.” He gave her one kiss, a
deep passionate one that he knew had turned her on a little. You like this kiss don’t you.
I definitely like it she responded as she blushed.
He finished the kiss, saying “I’ll see you tomorrow then”.
Emanuel quickly rode back home, parked his bike in the backyard, and snuck through the door he had installed the previous year. He quietly got ready for bed, his mind busy going over the events of the day. Finally finished, he returned to his desk to finish the homework he still had.
Allison
Allison cautiously approached her mother’s bedroom. “So he got you home an hour early. Was the date that bad?”
Allison shook her head. “It was great actually, he just had some things he had to do before he went to bed.”
“Can I assume that you want to go out with him again then?”
“Yes mom, I most certainly do. Will you allow this mom?”
“I will allow it.”
Allison hugged her mom excitedly. “Uh… mom, could you maybe take me clothes shopping tomorrow? I really don’t have anything that looks good on me.”
Her mom smiled, replying “Sure thing honey”.
Allison continued on to her room and plopped down on her bed. She lay there thinking about Emanuel for a few minutes, then got up and got ready for bed, slowly undressing, looking over every body part slowly. After ten minutes she slipped on a night gown, and stepped into bed, for the first time not feeling the need to pray.
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to be continued
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For questions or concerns, email technite86@yahoo.com. Copyright 2007