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Tuck Foy

Copyright 1997 by Ellen Hayes.

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Tuck Foy

***
11:51 15 Nov

     "Another demo?" I asked.  "When?"
     "Sunday afternoon.  No problem."
     I sighed, long and hard.  "Okay, I guess.  Where is it?"

***
19:12 16 Nov

     "Hey, Tuck," Debbie whispered into my ear as we stood in line for
movie tickets.  "I had this great idea..."
     I was learning, or something, because my heart immediately sped up.
"Like what?" I asked suspiciously.

***
13:52 17 Nov

     "Jeez, I hate carrying these things!"
     "Me too, me too," she puffed as we made our way across campus.

***
14:01 17 Nov

     "Good afternoon," said Debbie in a very professional sounding
voice, "and thank you for coming!"
     "Now," she continued, walking around a little, "I know that Mary
Kay is sort of a big joke to everybody, but they really do produce some
superior products, in my opinion.  And I brought my boyfriend here to
prove it!"  She flourished a hand at me, and I smiled.
     Deja vu, seriously deja vu.

***
14:51 17 Nov

     "Voila!" she said as she whipped the barber's sheet off.  "Hon,
stand up so everyone can see."  I stood up.
     "Yowza!" exclaimed one of the co-eds.
     "You sure that's a guy?" someone else asked.
     "Would a girl wear her hair like this?' she asked, ruffling my head
hard.
     "Hey heyheyheyhey!" I protested vigorously as I slapped her hands
away.  Everyone else laughed.
     "Besides," she continued in a sultry tone, "he's too good a
kisser."  We demonstrated.
     I think this was getting to be my favorite part.  And I was getting
_applause_.  Hoo hoo, heady stuff.

***
14:55 17 Nov

     "God, I wish any of my boyfriends looked as cute as you do," the
first one in line said.
     "Maybe you could get _Roger_ a makeover," the next girl said slyly.
     "Talk to the missus over there," I pointed.  "She handles all the
special clientele."
     They gaped at me, then one gasped, "No way!"
     "Way."  The cold confidence with which I said that stopped them
dead.  Never mind that Debbie and I hadn't talked about "special
clientele".  If Debbie would do it to me...

***
17:49 17 Nov

     "Hey, is there a guy's bathroom around here anyplace?"
     The last two girls looked at each other, and shook their heads.
     "I think there's one on the first floor," one of them offered.
     "Nooooo!" I moaned.  "Not again!"

***
17:58 17 Nov

     At least nobody bothered me this time.  Thank God.  I was
exhausted.

***
18:16 17 Nov

     "So what was the haul today?"
     "One hundred seventy-six dollars, and eleven more consultations.
That includes the three I did this morning before I picked you up."  She
sounded very pleased with herself.  I was amazed.
     "Oh, jeez, Debbie, you're fantastic!"  She grinned at me as I
reached across the gearshift and hugged her.  "Dinner?  My treat
tonight?" I offered.
     "I thought you'd _never_ ask!" she laughed as she started the car.

***
18:28 17 Nov

     "So _how_ was I going to get to sleep over at your house?" I asked
again as we waited on food.
     "Well, what I figured was..."

***
18:31 17 Nov

     "Jesus Christ...."  I was too amazed by the audacity to freak, this
time.
     "And it'd be alllllll niiiiiiiight long.  Just you and me, alone."
She rubbed my leg with her foot, under the table.
     "Ahhh, lemme think about it, okay?"  This was getting a little
weird.
     "Okay, but don't think too long, I gotta arrange things."

***
08:01 18 Nov

     This time it was some jazz piece that I didn't know.  Dobson looked
like he might have approved, if it had been someplace besides the school
loudspeakers.

***
11:37 18 Nov

     "Okay, I'll do it, I guess."  I wasn't that sure about the whole
thing.
     She sure was, though.  "Great!" she shrieked, and jumped on top of
me.  Only the fact that I had my back against the lockers kept me from
taking a dive.
     Especially when she gave me another one of those loooong kisses.
     "And we can do this all night long," she whispered into my ear,
eventually, before she started nibbling.
     I still wasn't sure, but I was getting more confident by the
moment.

***
08:02 19 Nov

     Somehow, they'd gotten a Jack Benny radio skit, and I think myself
and Dobson were the only ones who could tell what it was.
     Then they played something by the Andrews Sisters.  Ecletic DJ,
definitely.  I wondered where they were getting all this.

***
15:02 20 Nov

     "Here, have your mom call this number if she needs to talk to
someone's mom.  I got it all arranged."  She handed me a slip of paper.
"Did you talk to Mike?"
     "His house was busy, ah, with his mom being home.  George said it'd
be okay at his place, though.  He said he wanted to watch how you did
it."  She waggled her eyebrows at me.  "Say, you're not gonna use tape
again, are you?" I asked fearfully.
     "We'll have to see," she said ominously.  "I got some new stuff,
and I hope it'll work out better.  Or at least easier on your oh so
delicate skin," she teased.
     "Oh, jeez, no, not the tape again!" I begged.  "Anything but that!
I just got all my skin back!"

***
20:41 21 Nov

     I'd forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it was to shave my
legs.  And my armpits.  But Debbie had insisted that I be clean again.
She said she hated stubble.
     At least she wasn't making me shave my chest.  I was trying to
encourage some hair there.  Not that it was working.

***
15:17 22 Nov

     Debbie hoisted the sports bag out of the trunk, then directed me to
bring the other two bags, and the makeup toolkit.
     George stood around watching.  "Jeez, how much does this take,
anyway?" he asked.
     We both grunted for an answer.  Debbie forced out, "Open the damned
door, idiot!"

***
15:19 22 Nov

     Shower first.  By myself, too, which I thought sucked.  Until I
thought George would have wanted a turn with Debbie too.
     *Hmmm,* I thought.  And thought.
     "Debbie?" I yelled.
     Eventually, after I had plotted their deaths a half dozen times,
deciding on the leeches in the biology lab, I heard her crack the door
open and ask, "Yes?"
     "You're not, uh, doing anything with George while I'm in here, are
you?"  Not like I was paranoid or anything.  Haha.
     She laughed.  "Don't be ridiculous!  Besides," and she shut the
door.  "Can I tell you a secret?" she sort of whispered.
     "Sure."
     "You're cuter than he is.  And, um, bigger."  She snorted.
     "For real?"  Hmmmm.  "How do you know?"
     "I could tell by the bulge in his pants.  You're bigger."
     "Why'd he have a bulge in his pants?  And why were you looking at
it anyway?  And how can you tell sizes through someone's pants?"
     She snapped the curtain aside, scaring me half to death.
     "Tuck, just relax, okay?"  She gently pulled me to the side, and
kissed me gently on the cheek.  "Hurry up so we can both get out of
here, Mr. Jealousy."
     Maybe I was, but I still felt better knowing she wasn't playing
Find-the-Tongue with George.  He was my bud and all, but he hadn't
shared _his_ girlfriends with _me_, so I saw no reason to return the
favor.
     On the other hand, I really wished she wasn't staring at me while I
was naked.  Besides, I couldn't use the soap while I was covering my
crotch with both hands.

***
15:27 22 Nov

     "Here," she said, handing me an anti-perspirant.  "Use lots."
     She didn't need to tell me twice.  Fear had a way of making me
sweat.  I rubbed it just about everywhere.

***
15:31 22 Nov

     "Oh, no, not _that_ again!" I moaned as she hauled the corset out.
     "Just for a bit of shape.  We'll try it without the tape first,"
she muttered busily.
     George's eyes looked like they were about to jump out of his head.

***
15:38 22 Nov

     "Don't move, or the tape won't stick!" she warned me as she applied
it carefully to my forehead.
     "You sure this'll work?" I asked.  My head had just healed up from
Halloween.
     "Sure I'm sure!  I tested it out last week, with a couple of
things on me.  _And_ left them on for two days, just to be sure."
     "Sure."  I sighed.
     "Jeezus," remarked George.

***
15:47 22 Nov

     "Hmmmm," said Debbie.  "I think we put the dress on first."
     "Dress?" I asked.  "What dress?"
     "Tuck," she explained patiently as she hauled a smaller bag out of
the sports bag, "you look better in a dress, it gives you a better
shape.  More authentic.  Besides, wearing a dress'll remind you that
you're supposed to act ladylike."  She pulled a bundle of fabric out of
the bag and shook it out.
     George got out, "Oh my-" before he started to laugh.
     Debbie was holding the dress Mike and George had gotten when we
went shopping.  Well, we all sort of got it, but they paid for it.
     "It's the only one I can be sure my mom hasn't seen," she said
apologetically.
     "Ah, ah, ah," I panted, pointing at it.  "Ah, shit!"
     "Besides, Mom'll probably want to go out to dinner."
     "AHAHAhah!" howled George, bent completely over.

***
15:56 22 Nov

     George rubbed his head as he led us into the kitchen.  Debbie said
she needed some more light than George's lair could provide.
     "You didn't have to hit me," he complained as I pulled out a chair
and started to sit down.  Debbie snapped her fingers at me, and I
remembered to do it ladylike.  I hated this.  On the other hand...
*Concentrate on the rewards, Tucker...*
     "Yes, I did," I replied.  "You were going to hurt yourself when you
fell out the window."  Helped along by a swift kick in the ass if he
didn't shut up.
     "Shush," ordered Debbie as she whipped the barber's sheet around
me.  "You know you need to be still for this!"
     "Holy Moses," remarked George as he stared at Debbie's sample case.
"You use _all_ that?"
     "No, I _sell_ all that.  Wanna buy something?" she teased, turning
around in her seat to grin at him.
     "Ah, uh, no thanks."  He was blushing really hard.  I dunno why; I
mean, _I_ was the one that was going to be wearing it.

***
16:21 22 Nov

     "It goes a lot faster when you don't have to explain every damned
thing," she said with relief as she locked up her case.
     "Jeez, no lie," I agreed.  "Usually it takes an hour," I said to
George, "when it's a demo."
     "Oh, wait, one more thing," she said offhandedly, then zapped me
with some perfume.
     "Hey!" I complained.  "I'll never get this off!"  Perfuming me was
one of my sister's favorite torments; I knew.
     "It'll all be gone by tomorrow, trust me.  Well, anyway, I gotta
get ready," she told us, "so you two make conversation or something
while I change and such.  Back in a while," and she whizzed up the
stairs.
     George looked at me.
     I looked at George.
     We were both very embarrassed.  I could tell.
     "Ah," he finally said.  "Wanna play Sega?"

***
16:50 22 Nov

     Debbie came bounding noisily down the stairs with bags in tow.  I
could hear them thumping against her legs.  "Okay, guys, ready?"  She
came to a stop behind the couch.  Or at least, that's where the sounds
stopped.
     "Nononono!" howled George in anguish as I dropped four combo moves
on him and killed him.  "Auuugh!"
     "Yessss!" I hissed, fist raised in victory, then dropped the
controller and got off the couch to give Debbie the once-over.  "Goid,
Deb, you look ab fab."  She did, too.  She was wearing one of the other
dresses we'd gotten that day.  That dark red was definitely her color.
"Definitely your color," I verbalized.  I could almost recognize what
she did to her face, though, which was kind of a switch.  I could even
name some of the shades.  Eerie.
     She was giving me the fish eye.  "You two," she said distastefully,
"look like a pair of geeks!"
     George meekly answered, "We are a pair of geeks."  I grinned
weakly.
     "Well, you don't have to look it," she snapped.  "Now come on,
_Valerie_, we gotta get home."
     "Hey, don't I get some thanks for using my house for this?"
complained George.
     Debbie and I looked at each other, then turned to him, bowed, and
intoned in unison, "Thaaaaannkkkkksssss."
     Debbie then handed me a purse, saying, "It's already loaded, come
on and grab some of this."  I slung it over my shoulder and hoisted the
makeup kit.
     "Thanks a million, George," I said apologetically as we walked out.
"I really really appreciate this, bud."  I would have said more, but I
was concentrating on maneuvering in the heels.
     "Hey wait!" he called as we were halfway to the car.  I stopped,
but Debbie kept going.  George trotted up to Debbie, and I heard him
ask, "Hey, if I let you dress me up like a girl, can I stay over at your
house all night?"
     "No," we both said.  Debbie added, "But I _would_ dress you up to
spend the night at your _own_ girlfriend's house.  If she didn't think
it was too weird."
     We put the stuff in the car, got in, and drove off, but George was
still standing there.
     "He's probably figuring out if he can get away with it," Debbie
remarked, which cracked me up.

***
16:57 22 Nov

     Something finally connected in my brain.  "What was this about
going out to eat?" I asked her.
     "Oh, Mom and I go out to eat Friday nights, a lot.  Don't worry,
I'll pick up the tab if you don't eat too much.  Speaking of which-"
     "You mean I have to be with your mom the sheriff _all evening_?!"
Suddenly this was looking less fun.
     "Well, d'uh, what did you think we were going to do if we went out
to dinner?  Get separate tables?  Besides, she's a deputy, not the
sheriff.  He's a real pinhead, Mom says."
     "Oh, shit," I moaned.
     "Oh, don't be such a wuss!  Have I ever steered you wrong?"


***
17:18 22 Nov

     "Gawd, I hate rush hour," she complained as we pulled into her
driveway.  She looked over at me and said gently, "Val, breathe, that's
a good girl, come on, it'll be okay.  Just act natural.  And don't eat
too much.  S'not ladylike."
     We got out of the car, Debbie reminding me how, and walked up to
the back door.  Debbie fished her keys out and opened it, calling, "Mom!
We're here!"
     "Great!" I heard her call.  "Almost ready, kiddo."
     "Gah," I whimpered.
     "No problem!" said Debbie into my ear.  "Just remember to lay off
the sexual references.  My mom worries enough about me already."
     I looked at her, almost forgetting to be afraid.  "Worries how?"

***
17:20 22 Nov

     "Well, girls, you look nice tonight," her mom said as she came in.
     "So do you, Miz Carstairs," I replied politely.  Politeness, I
figured, would be a Good Idea.  Besides, she did look nice.  It was easy
to forget she was a sheriff.  Deputy, I mean.  She'd brushed her hair
out, and was wearing this nice dark blue dress and heels and stuff.
Ready for an evening out, like.  Kind of like me and Debbie.  What a
thought.
     "That dress looks very nice on you," I added.  Debbie nodded
enthusiastically.
     "Well, thank you, Valerie!" she said, like she wasn't expecting a
compliment or she wasn't used to them or something.  I dunno why - she
looked as good as Debbie did.  "Where did you two go after school?" she
asked, fiddling with her hair as she walked us outside.
     Debbie replied, "Well, Valerie had some stuff she had to do at her
house first, so I figured we'd just change there."
     Ms. Carstairs nodded.  "Makes sense.  Well, the dreaded question:
how was school this week?"
     Debbie groaned, but I felt a sort of relief.  This I could handle.

***
17:37 22 Nov

     "So, Valerie," Ms. Carstairs addressed me.  I gulped.  "Do you know
this mystery boyfriend of Debbie's?  Tuck, I think, is what she calls
him?"
     "Mom!" protested Debbie.
     "Ah," I mentioned, then glanced at Debbie.  "Uh, yeah, I guess so."
     "Mom, don't ask her!"
     "Why not?" asked Ms. Carstairs.
     Debbie and I looked at each other.  "Because she used to date him,"
said Debbie.  My mouth fell open.
     "You two used to be an item?" Ms. Carstairs asked me.  I nodded
helplessly.  "Why did you two break up?"
     "_Mom!_" shrieked Debbie.
     "Quiet!" she commanded.  I shut up and so did Debbie.  "Well?" her
mom asked me  "If you want to tell me," she added, which I think we all
knew was a lie.  Debbie folded her arms and stared straight ahead,
radiating outrage.
     "Ah."  *Uhmmmm...*  "He was, um, he just, um, spent a little too
much time with his computer and stuff.  And he was, you know, a nerd.
Not that I mind, uh, nerds or anything, but, uh, you know, he could kind
of get excessive on, uh, the, uh, technical details.  And he didn't have
much else to talk about.  At least when I was dating him."
     I was glad I'd found out the Reason why every previous girlfriend
had broken up with me - now I could quote It.  "Other than that I, uh, I
guess he was nice."  Parts of It, anyway.  I didn't have to tell her
everything.  Especially not the belching contest one.
     And I'd tried to do things differently with Debbie.  I guess it was
working, after a fashion.  Sort of.  She _was_ still dating me... on the
other hand, none of my previous girlfriends had made me wear dresses.
But none of them had invited me to spend the night at their house
either.
     Ms. Carstairs continued, "Hmmm.  He's declined several invitations
to come by the house, and I was just wondering why."  I wiped my hands
on the skirt.
     "Uhm, well, he's kind of shy of parents.  He wouldn't ever meet
mine either."  Gawd, that almost sounded plausible.  I'd have to talk to
Debbie about those invitations, though; _I_ had never heard about them.
     "But he seemed nice enough to you, though, is that right?"
     "Ah, yeah," I replied.  "Just a, uh, little boring, I guess.  I,
uh, I broke up with him, not the other way around.  He just, uh, he just
wasn't my type, I guess.  I don't have any real bad feelings about him
now, I guess.  Though I'd hate to be trapped on a desert island with
him, unless he's changed."  Ms. Carstairs laughed at that.  Debbie
turned to look at me, and she looked pretty astonished.  I shrugged at
her.  I mean, what did she expect me to do?
     "I just wondered because I've never seen him, and Debbie won't tell
me too much about him.  You know, mothers worry and all that," she
explained.
     "Yeah, my mom does that too," I admitted.  What I was doing now,
for example, would set her off for weeks.  "I just, uh, you know, I
kind of like my privacy, um, about who I'm dating and all."
     "Can we change the subject now, Mom, _please_?" Debbie pleaded.
     *Please!* I prayed.
     "Well, are you dating anyone right now, Valerie?" her mom asked.
*Well, so much for my privacy,* I thought in amazement.
     "Ah, well, no, not right now."  I thought this was worse, almost.
Debbie looked happier, though.  That made me afraid.
     "What about Travis?" she asked slyly.
     "I'm _not_ dating him!  I ran into him once-"
     "Twice" Debbie corrected me.
     "Whatever!  He's already dating someone else and I am _not_
interested in a muscle-bound brute with the brain of a reptile!"  Man oh
man was I sick of Debbie teasing me about him.
     "Hmmm," said Ms. Carstairs thoughtfully.

***
17:54 22 Nov

     "Table for three, please," Ms. Carstairs told the maitre'd.

***
19:12 22 Nov

     The conversation over dinner had been a lot lighter.  Debbie hadn't
mentioned the school radio station, so I figured I'd better not.  I
mean, I could sort of see Debbie's hand in it, and her mom must've been
aware of some of the stuff Debbie had done before.  And she was a
sheriff.  Deputy sheriff, I mean.
     Mostly it had been about school, a little, and Debbie's makeup
business, which I already knew too much about, and about police work.
That was kind of interesting, hearing it from the cop side of things.

***
19:19 22 Nov

     "Mom, we're gonna go freshen up, 'kay?" said Debbie.
     "Good idea, kiddo.  Let me go with you."
     My mouth fell open.  Debbie kicked me to close it.  We all stood up
and walked over to the restrooms.  My heart was hammering.
     They both had to go, but I didn't, I think because I was sweating
too much.  Instead, I washed my hands, then fiddled a little with my
hair like I'd seen girls do in front of mirrors.  I couldn't tell if I
was doing anything, but I guess I didn't mess anything up either.
     Debbie got done first, and as she stood at the sink and ran some
water, she pulled out a compact and a lipstick out of "my" purse, and
pointed at me.  When I took them, she gave me a pat on the shoulder
right before her mom came out.
     We all kind of danced around the mirror for a while, but her mom
wasn't looking at me funny, at least.  I patted some powder on my too-
oily nose - Debbie had complained about it in the two demos we'd done.
I thought I could handle the lipstick, but I ran a bit over.  It took
some work to get it off without screwing up everything else around
there, but I finally managed.
     I was the last one to finish, but her mom didn't say anything about
that, merely asking, "Ready?"  Debbie and I both nodded, and out we
went.
     Women's bathrooms were getting to be entirely too common a feature
in my life.
     *Geez, maybe after a few more I won't be so scared,* I thought,
before I realized the implications.  *Oh, fuck!  No _way_!*

***
19:43 22 Nov

     "Phew," whistled Debbie's mom as we pulled into their driveway.
"I'm about ready for a nap before work."
     "Oh, you're working tonight?" asked Debbie ingenuously.
     "I told you Sunday, kiddo.  I'm doing Sammy a favor tonight,
remember?"  Debbie frowned for a moment, then nodded.  "Did you two have
any plans tonight of your own?" she asked.
     Debbie shook her head, so I did also.  "Not really, Mom," she
replied.  "Just kind of hang out, talk, maybe watch a couple of movies.
You know, the usual."  Me, I thought it was very unusual.
     We all got out of the car, and her mom stretched, then asked, "Just
the usual, huh?"
     "Yeah," Debbie and I chorused.  "I, uh, I just want to get out of
my house for a while," I added.  "My folks, you know, they get on my
nerves after a few years."
     Her mom nodded.  "Debbie and I have our problems, too, sometimes."
She shrugged.  "Guess it's part of parent-child relationships."
     "Plus your pigheadedness when it comes to admitting that I am
omniscient," smirked Debbie.
     "If you're omniscient, I'm a rabbit," retorted her mother.  Debbie
made bunny ears at her mom as she unlocked the door.  They giggled at
each other as we went inside.
     "Okay, kids.  Valerie, Debbie knows the rules, but in general, just
be a good houseguest.  Debbie, keep it down tonight, and call dispatch
if you're going to go anywhere, and be here by 1 am.  Understood?"
     "Yes ma'am," we both answered.
     She grinned and winked, and wished us a good movie, then walked
into the back where the bedrooms were.
     When she was out of sight, I let out a breath and collapsed on the
couch.  "I thought it was never gonna end!"
     "Well, what movie do you want to watch?" asked Debbie, sitting next
to me for a moment.  "I think," she whispered, "that we ought to stay
dressed like this until mom leaves, okay?"
     I sighed, and shrugged.  She gave me a quick kiss, then leaned back
"So, any ideas for video?"
     "Um, nope?"

***
21:56 22 Nov

     She'd picked _Hackers_, and I laughed my way through it, which
annoyed Debbie.  It wasn't my fault, really - I just had some idea of
what _really_ went on, and watching what Hollywood was feeding the
stupid public was just too ridiculous.
     "Well, I got the next movie idea," she said, getting up as the tape
rewound.  "And I think mom's up, so be good, okay?  Want another coke?"
     "Love one.  Can I help or something?"
     "Nahh," she said.  "Just hang loose for a couple of minutes.  Keep
your legs together, okay?"  I put my knees together.

***
22:18 22 Nov

     _Tootsie_ was an inspired choice, if inspiration comes from Satan.
I was nervous as hell, afraid that her mom would come in and make the
connection.  Debbie didn't help matters by running her nails along my
legs.  And giggling.  A lot.
     Although this did explain where this idea came from.

***
22:26 22 Nov

     "_Tootsie_?" asked her mom as she came out of the hall.  Thud,
bambambambam went my heart.
     "Yeah.  We just wanted a romp," snorted Debbie.  I managed to force
a not-terribly-artificial-sounding giggle out.  It was an effort.

***
22:31 22 Nov

     "Bye Mom!" called Debbie.  I waved, and she waved back before she
shut the door.
     I sagged in relief for maybe half a second, which is how long it
took Debbie to plant a wet one on my lips.
     "Mmmm," she hummed, and licked her lips.  "Just a taste for now, in
case she forgot something.  She's been really paranoid about me going
out ever since someone cut down that tree at school."  Someone, no one
found out who, had cut down one of the small oak trees at school and put
a sign on it that said, "Modern Education - Cutting the little bastards
off at the roots!".  And then called the newspapers.  I guessed now that
it was presumably Debbie or someone connected with her, though I guess
it shouldn't have been a surprise.
     "Did you really do that?" I asked.
     She shook her head.  "No, I wouldn't have cut down a tree.  But I
did plant the replacements."  Four little oak trees had shown up around
the stump a few weeks later.  "Well, I organized, planned, purchased, et
cetera, but I only actually planted one."  She heaved a sigh, and went
on, "But Mom was pretty suspicious of me for a while, and there's been
other stuff that happened that I _did_ do, so she keeps close tabs on
me.
     "Well," she suggested, "let's watch some more of the movie, and
then, we'll see what we see, eh?"
     "Mmm, okay."  I was getting rather excited, to tell the truth.  All
alone, with Debbie, in a house that was going to be deserted until
morning...

***
23:08 22 Nov

     The appetites of adolescent males are entirely predictable.  Denied
sex (at least for now), my body defaulted to food.
     "How 'bout some pizza, just in case we get hungry later?"
     "Sounds good to me," she said, and got a phone and a coupon.

***
23:19 22 Nov

     "You know, I could think of something better we could be doing," I
mentioned casually during a quiet part.
     "Oh really?" she asked, posing on the floor.  "And what would that
be?"
     "C'mere and find out," I purred at her, and waggled my butt on the
floor.
     She moved over next to me, and without much warning, took my head
in her hands and kissed me firmly, deeply, enthusiastically.  My
half-boner went to full launch ready mode in about five seconds.  Or
tried to.
     "NNnnnnn," I protested when she let go.
     "Noo, sweetheart, I want to go back and change, okay?"  She ran a
finger along my neck, then licked her lips.  "Into something more
comfortable."
     "Me too!  Me too!"  Not that I didn't like the dress or anything.
I just didn't like it on _me_.  Especially for purposes of getting it on
with my girlfriend.
     "Nooo, you stay here and wait, okay?  If the pizza guy comes by,
here's a twenty."  She handed it to me out of her purse.
     "But-"  I sighed.  I wished she'd let me change out of this.  *I
dunno what she's thinking - there's no pizza company in the world
that'll deliver in twenty minutes.*

***
23:28 22 Nov

     A knock at the door almost made me spew coke all over the living
room.  "Oh, _fuck_," I mumbled in despair.
     "Val!" yelled Debbie from the back, "Get that, would you?"
     I sighed, and got to my feet, clutching the twenty.
     "Hi," the guy said when the door opened.  I took a closer look.  It
was a guy from our school, same year as me in fact.  I couldn't remember
his name right now, though.  "Debbie having a party?"
     "Uh, no, we're just watching movies," I said, wondering who the
hell this was.  To Debbie, I mean.  Well, and who he was, too, I guess.
At least I didn't know him, so therefore I could sort of assume he
wouldn't know me.  Sort of.
     "Good night for it," he suggested, and made to hand me the pizza.
"Two mediums, one pepperoni-bacon-sausage, one sausage-bell
pepper-onion-mushroom, total is fifteen thirty seven, please ma'am."  He
grinned at that.
     I smiled back reflexively, and handed him the twenty, then took the
pizza.  He counted out change as I placed the boxes on the dining room
table.
     "Thanks," I said, holding out my hand.  *Go away!*
     He put the change into it.  "I haven't met you before," he remarked
as I counted it.
     "Um," I said, glancing back up at him.  "Uh, no, I go to Red
Bluff," which was the first other school I could think of.
     "Oh," he remarked.  "What's your name?"

***
23:41 22 Nov

     "Oh, God," I mumbled as I shut the door and locked it.
     "What was that all about?" Debbie asked, coming back into the room.
She was wearing a bathrobe over something that included stockings and
heels.
     "Your pet pizza boy, he wanted to talk."
     "Oh, John?  Yeah, he likes to chat when he comes by."  She grabbed
the boxes and went and sat down in front of the television.  When I
didn't follow right away, or something, she glanced back at me.  "Oh,
come on, he's not that bad.  He just likes talking to a pretty face."
     "At least he didn't figure out it was me," I said, trying to calm
myself down.
     "Oh, I don't think anyone would recognize you like that," Debbie
remarked, patting the floor.  As I walked over to sit down, she added,
"For one thing, you're actually wearing stylish clothes."
     "Hey!  What's wrong with my clothes?"  They sure didn't hurt like
these did...
     "Not like that!" she protested.  "You know how to sit down right!
Gracefully, m'dear.  And don't wrinkle that skirt."  I looked down at
the floor, and wondered how I was supposed to get down there gracefully.

***
23:52 22 Nov

     "Thank God," I muttered under my breath as she got up to put the
tape away.
     "Well," she said, turning around.  "Want to see my etchings?"
     "Love to," I leered.  I also wanted to see what was under that
robe.

***
23:55 22 Nov

     "Wakka wakka!" I mentioned when she slid the robe off.  She was
wearing a strapless black dress which had a long straight skirt with a
side slit up to _here_ and generally stuck to her everywhere else like I
was planning to do.  "God, that's fantastic!"
     She just grinned at me.  Oh, what a grin that was.  I walked
towards her, intending to taste it.
     She grabbed me when I got within grabbing range, then pulled me
over to her bookcase and started a tape.  "What?" I inquired, "are you
doing?"
     "I," she stated, "am going to dance with you for a while."  She
grabbed me around the waist and held my hand.
     "You're gonna lead?"
     "Sure am, shorty!" she grinned at me.
     "That's just 'cause you're wearing heels, Deb."  We were normally
about the same height, but the heels added at least three inches.
_Very_ sexy.
     "And?" she asked, as the music started.  She pulled me into
something I vaguely identifed as a waltz.  "You want to get your heels
back on?"
     "They're not mine!"
     "Tonight, they are.  Trust me," she said, and led me in the dance.

***
00:23 23 Nov

     The dances had been getting slower, and hotter.  So had I.  So,
thank God, had she.
     We finally kissed, long and slow.  She pressed herself against me,
and held me tightly too.  I ran my hands up and down her back.  It was a
low backed strapless, too.
     "Well," I finally gasped as we broke for air, "ah.  Maybe it's time
to change into something more comfortable?" I asked.
     "Well, honey," she said, caressing me in a _very_ sensitive place
through the dress and underwear, "you have to stay like that, sort of,
in case Mom comes by.  But," she put a finger over my lips.  "I think I
can make it up to you."  She smiled, and kissed me again.
     Then she started licking the insides of my lips while we were still
kissing.  I know I whimpered.

***
00:28 23 Nov

     "Here, put this on.  It's pretty comfy, says Lisa."
     "A nightgown?" I asked.
     "Well, it _is_ night, and I think gowned is better than buck naked
in case Mom comes home."
     "Debbie!  Jesus!"
     "No relation," she disputed, then kissed me again.  And started
rubbing my back, and stroking me with her nails.  "Besides," she
murmured as she switched to kissing one ear, "I'd like it."
     "Oh, God," I moaned.  I _really_ like having my ears kissed, I'd
found out.
     "Please?"  She ran her nails over my lower cheeks, the ones right
above my legs, and I almost knocked us both over with the reaction.
     "Okay, okay, whatever," I panted.  "Can I take the hose off, at
least?"  She nodded, and then bent down to help me take it off.
     I was thinking that maybe something else would happen while she was
down there, but nothing did.  On the other hand, she made taking
stockings off a truly mind-detonating experience.  She even licked my
knees, which sounds dumb, I guess, but I think my eyes rolled back in my
head when she did it.  I _know_ I whined like a dog.
     For this, I would wear a nightgown.  I think, for this, I would do
anything she asked.

***
00:31 23 Nov

     We were doing some light necking, I guess, when I pulled back from
her as we lay on the bed.  She looked at me quizzically, her arm under
my neck.
     "Debbie?"
     "Mmmm?"
     "Can I.. um."  All of a sudden, I wasn't sure if this was a good
idea to ask.
     "Can you what, lover?"  I thrilled at that, and again as she ran
her nails through my hair.  Well, through the wig's hair.  But I could
still feel it.
     "Can.... can I see you naked?" I asked breathlessly.  "I-if it's
okay with you?"
     She smiled at me, with half-closed eyes, and replied, "Sure."  With
that, she slid gracefully off the bed, and stood in front of it where I
could see everything.
     She stretched out like a cat, first, her breasts catching most of
my attention as she pushed them out and arched her back.  She held it
for a long time, then retracted back to normal.  When she looked at me
again, she grinned and posed, one hand in her hair.
     "Like it?" she asked sensuously.
     "Oh, God, Debbie, you look... you look like Aphrodite incarnate."
I don't know where _that_ came from, but it was true.
     Her eyes shot open, then she giggled, and tilted her head on one
shoulder.  "Flatterer!"
     "Oh, no," I said with as much sincerity as I could put in my voice.
"You look... oh, God, you... I can't think of anything that's as
fantastic as you look," I finished lamely.
     She giggled again, and kind of bounced on her feet, looking sixteen
for once.  "Well, then," she murmured, and reached around under one arm
and started to unzip the dress.
     She took her time about it, smiling at me occasionally.  I wanted
to scream, I was so charged up.  There was a tantalizing glimpse of a
black strap or two as she passed her waist slowly, then, in a sudden
move, she simply shrugged it off.
     I almost choked.  I'd fantasized about seeing her nude, but I'd
never imagined _this_.
     She ran her hands down her sides, then looked at me with that look
again, the shy one so unlike her usual confidence.
     I sat up and got off the bed, and walked towards her with my arms
open.  We embraced, and I whispered into her ear, "Debbie, you're more
beautiful than I ever imagined."
     She pulled back a little, enough to look me in the face.  Her eyes
were glittering as she looked at me.
     "Really," I answered the unspoken question.  I stroked her hair.
"You..."  I thought for a while, then shrugged.  "I still can't think of
anything to say that doesn't sound dumb."  We giggled at that, then she
pulled me back into the gentle embrace.
     We stood there for a long time, simply feeling each other's bodies.
She rubbed her stocking-clad leg in my crotch, which reminded me I was
_very_ uncomfortably bound.  "Um.  Debbie, can I take this G string off
now?  I'm afraid I'll break something."
     That sort of relaxed the tension some, which I was really grateful
for.  I mean, I was having a lot of fun, but I was so full of emotion I
was about to explode.

***
00:34 23 Nov

     She pulled the strings on the corset loose, and I took a deep
breath.  "Hooo," I said finally, "that feels _good_.  I can't believe
women would wear those things in the first place."
     "Well, they don't any more, you know."
     "Yeah, but they did once, and, see, _you_ have one."  She pulled
the garment in question off and put it in a drawer.  I slid the gown
back down, wondering why as I did it.
     "But it makes you look so _good_," she complimented me.  I just
rolled my eyes.  And scratched.
     "Oh, don't get too comfy yet," she warned as she rummaged in
another drawer.  "You have to put this on first."  She held up a bra.
     "Why?"
     "Hold the boobs on in case Mom comes home.  Tuck," she pleaded, "I
don't want to get in trouble for this, but I want to be with you
tonight.  So to be safe, we have to do this."
     I hated doing it, but I could almost see what she was talking
about.  I mean, I'd heard stories about other guys spending the night
with a girl, but this was happening to _me_.  And I wanted her so much.
I guess I could put up with this stuff.  Though this was _not_ going to
be included in the locker room game recap.
     I sighed, and turned around and pulled the gown off.  "Okay, I
guess.  But I'd rather you were dealing with the real me."
     "Me too," she said from behind me as she moved my arms to get the
bra on.  "But for now, we just play it safe."  She hooked the bra in
back, and slipped the bags of pink hair gel into the cups.  Then she ran
her hands down to my waist.
     "Mmmmm," I commented.  "I think I like you touching me like that."
     "Good," she said into my ear.  "Now put the gown back on."
     I sighed again, but grabbed it off the floor and put it back on.
     "Lover?" she asked as I turned around.  I liked hearing that.
     "What?"
     "Kiss me?"
     I walked over to her, and held her gently, and tried to kiss her
like she'd kissed me, long and gentle and slow.
     She liked that.  So did I.  We kissed for a long time, stroking
each other's bodies.  I was amazed at how soft she was, and how warm.
     When she finally broke off, she smiled at me, and caressed my face.
"You're so sweet," she said gently.
     "So're you."
     She took my hand, and led me over to her bed.

***
00:47 23 Nov

     "Lover," she gasped as she rubbed against me.
     "Mmmm?" I inquired as I kept nibbling her neck.
     "Wait..."  She rolled over on top of me, placing her hands on my
shoulders.  "I want you to, to..."  She sat up and wrenched her arms
behind her back.  Seconds later, she slung her bra off into the hamper.
     "Oh, wow," I said reverently, without thinking.  She giggled.
     "You sound like you've never seen any before."
     "Not for real, not like _this_.  Can, can I touch them?"  She
grinned at me, but nodded.  I hestitantly reached up with one hand, and
stroked it gently.  "I know I sound stupid, but I, uh... I've never done
this before, and I don't know what you want me to do."
     She bent down again and hugged me.  "I know," she whispered.  "But
my first time really su- was really horrible, and, and you should have
something special for your first."  She rubbed my ribs along my sides,
up and down.
     "I'm sorry, about your first time, I mean."
     She shrugged.  "I... I tried it with the wrong guy, I guess.
Someone very unlike you."  She kissed me on the nose.  "I wish I'd tried
it with you.  You... you're different, than any other guy I've dated.
You're not afraid to be afraid, or to say you don't know what's going
on."  She kissed my chin.  "Most guys, they try to act like they know
what they're doing, and it ends up that the girl doesn't get anything
out of it, 'cause all you know how to do is please yourself."
     She propped herself on her elbows, and stroked her thumbs on my
cheeks.  Her weight on top of me was getting a little tiring, but I
still liked it.
     "I'm trying-" I protested, but she put her thumbs over my lips.
     "I should have said, all _they_ know is how to please themselves."
She chuckled.  "At least you know how to take a hint.  Sort of."  She
kissed me gently on the lips.  She pulled back out of range when I tried
to prolong it.  "Most guys would've already gone to sleep after having
bonked me, if they'd seen me naked like that."
     *Oh, hell,* I thought.  "Is that what you want me to do?"
     She stared at me like I was an idiot, and shook her head.  "No!
That's what I _don't_ want.  I want... I want someone like you, who
keeps asking if it's alright, who kisses me like I kiss them, who isn't
so concerned about being manly that they forget to be friendly."  She
shrugged.  "I really want you," she finally said, staring intently into
my eyes.
     "Really?" I asked.  I guess I didn't need to, but it was still
pretty amazing.
     She nodded, and bent down to kiss me again.  "Now, lick your
thumbs, and rub them around my nipples," she instructed me between
kisses.  "That's, ahhh, that's it, yes..."

***
00:54 23 Nov

     "Mmmmm, I think it's time," she finally moaned.
     "Time for what?" I asked, hoping it wasn't time for bed or cookies
or anything like that.  I was having more fun than I had in a long time.
And I was falling in love with Debbie, I thought.  Well, more in love.
     Instead of answering, she reached over to the bedside table and got
something out of a drawer.  When she held it up in front of me, I almost
choked.
     It was a condom, in a wrapper.
     "Ah, are you, uh, sure?" I stammered.
     "Of course I'm sure!"  She rubbed her crotch against mine.  "Unless
you'd rather not."
     I opened my eyes to see her looking at me.  "Are you kidding?" I
gasped.  "Of course I want to!  I just, uh, I don't want to push
anything on you."
     She pointed at me, and laughed, "Oh, but I was hoping you'd push
_something_ on me!"
     I couldn't help laughing either.  "I can't believe I said that," I
groaned.
     Her peals of laughter died down to snickers before she said, "Well,
let me show you what to do."
     She slid down, lifting herself off my legs, and pulled the
nightgown up above my waist.  I still had her underwear on, but there
was this very obvious tent pole sticking out of the middle.  I bent up
to watch.
     She touched the wet spot right above the head, and it jerked.  She
giggled.  "Debbie," I apologized, "I'm sorry about the, uh, your
underwear, I couldn't-"
     "Shh, I know what it is," she told me gently.  "It's okay.  Lift
your hips up." I arched my back, and she slid the panties off.
     I watched her face carefully, somehow still expecting this to be
some sort of joke, but she just smiled, and stared at it.  My dick, I
mean.
     Eventually, she reached a hand out to it, and just wrapped it
around me.  I moaned, and pushed against her hand.
     "Nnn, not yet, lover," she told me, and took her hand away.  I was
going to protest until I saw her opening the package in her other hand.
The condom.
     She bent down with the little latex ring, and placed it gently on
the very tip before she started to roll it down.  "Ah," I said, "ah,
that feels so good..."
     "Mmm hmm," she agreed.  When she finished, she looked at it, then
said, "Well, guess my panties have to go too, huh."  She leaned over and
laid on my chest.  I held her on as she wriggled against me.  Finally, I
saw the panties go sailing in an arc across the room.  "You can see it
when we're done," she told me.  I didn't have to ask what It was.  "I
have something else in mind for a while."
     "Ah, okay," I replied, suddenly getting nervous.  I mean, we were
going to _do it_, right _now_.
     "Relax," she intoned, stroking my bare belly and hips.  "Just
relax.  It's not really that big a deal.  It's just like we did
Halloween night, except at the same time.  Nothing to be worried about."
She was rubbing slowly against me as she said all this, which sort of
kept me from relaxing.  I think I stopped worrying, though.  "And you
did fine then, so you'll do fine now."
     "I did?  Really?"  Not like I was insecure about my sexual
performance or anything.  Haha.
     "Really," she said firmly.  Then she heaved herself upright, and
pushed herself off me, kneeling above me while balancing herself on my
hips.  "Ready?"
     "Uh, yeah, I guess," I said unsurely.  "What do I do?"
     "Just stay there, and enjoy, right now.  The position we're in, I
have _all_ the control.  So just let me run things."  She slapped my
thigh lightly, I guess to emphasize who was boss.
     She waddled forward, positioning herself over my penis.  She felt
underneath her, then took a gentle hold on it.  "And...." she intoned
theatrically as she began lowering herself.  I wanted to bounce upward
and impale her, but I managed to keep that urge in check.
     She reached down with the other hand, and did something to herself,
right before I started to slide in.  It was... it was intense.  Not
nearly as bony as my hand, for one thing, and you could feel how slick
it was, even through a rubber.
     I groaned as she slowly sat on top of me.  When she reached bottom,
I expected her to go back up, but instead she just smiled absently at
me.  "Just stay like that for a minute.  Don't move.  Just feel it."
     "Okay," I panted.  "Oh, God...."
     She smiled slowly.  "Mmmm hnnnhhh.  It's nice to take your time,
dont'cha think?
     "Uh huh!"  I stroked around her legs and bottom, which she seemed
to like a lot, judging by the way she threw her head back and made
noises.  She began running her hands along my belly, using her nails to
leave little trails of sensation.
     Eventually, she leaned forward, pushing off the bed with her arms,
and began to slide up and down on my dick.  I rubbed her breasts and
shoulders and everything else I could reach, remembering to lube my
fingers when I went over her nipples.
     We slowly started to speed up.
     I wondered if I was going to live through this, or if my heart was
going to explode first.  I didn't really care, though.
     "Ah!" exclaimed Debbie as I tried raking down her midline with a
fingernail of my own.  "Oh God..."
     She'd never looked so beautiful.
     She told me to go a little harder, now, on her breasts, so I
started to use my fingernail, and to lightly pinch the nipples.  I was
afraid it was too hard until she raked her claws along my hips.  It
hurt, but it almost felt _good_.  So good, in fact, that I started
bouncing along with her.
     She was starting to make some weird noises, and I was fascinated,
when I was thinking of something besides my own dick and how all this
felt so wonderful.
     We went on for an improbably long time, and while I had wondered at
first if I'd go limp like I'd heard about people doing from nervousness,
I wasn't worried about that any more.  I was instead trying to keep the
rhythms together, and maximize the sliding action.  It was worth the
effort.
     Debbie was gasping for breath, and I was starting to get really hot
and energetic myself, when something changed in her.  She got this
really serious expression on her face, and she began slamming herself
down on top of me, pushing off her ankles with her hands.
     I almost forgot what my part was in this, watching her.  It was
just incredible.  Her eyes were open, but I don't think she was seeing
_anything_, and I could _smell_ her, sweat and a few other things which
I could guess what they were.  She was gasping for breath in little
pants, which sounded really sexual all by themselves.  But it was her
face that I couldn't stop staring at.
     She finally started to grunt, which astonished me, and then she
moaned, which turned into a series of screams as she slammed herself
down as hard as she could on my pelvis and wiggled around frantically.
She dug her nails into my butt and just _pulled_, trying to draw me as
far inside as she could.
     I felt her muscles clamp around my penis, convulsively, as she
arched her back and gave out one loud, long cry.  Her face looked like
she'd just been shot, or given birth, or something...I still couldn't
look away.  *Oh, God, she's glowing!*  She'd never looked so beautiful
as she did in that moment.
     After what seemed like a long time, she relaxed, then practically
collapsed on top of me.  She could barely move by herself, so I rolled
us both over so she could lay on her side.  She didn't want to let go of
me, as she stared at me with a sappy smile on her sweaty face.  When her
eyes were open, anyway.  I just stroked her gently, too amazed to do
much else.

***
01:02 23 Nov

     "So, did you like it?" she finally asked sleepily.
     I nodded.  I didn't say anything because I was still a little
shocked, amazed, bewildered - you name it.  I stroked her beautiful,
wonderful, flushed face instead.
     She reached down with a smile on her face, and felt my half-hard
dick.  She frowned a little as she felt something at the head.
     "Hey, be nice to it," I mentioned.
     "You didn't come?" she asked me in amazement.
     "Um.  No... I was too busy watching you, and then you sort of
passed out for a minute."  Well, so much for the last little shred of my
masculinity.  I wanted to cry all of a sudden.  No, _that_ was the last
shred of my masculinity - I wouldn't cry.
     "You didn't come?" she asked again, staring at me like I hadn't
said anything at all.  This time I just shook my head.
     "I'm sor-" I started to say, before she leaned over and started to
kiss me again.  Enthusiastically.  A few seconds later, she began
rubbing herself against me.
     "You're so wonderful," she spoke in bursts between mouthfuls of my
tongue, "I can't believe, most guys, they'd have come already, and I'd
be left hanging, but you, oh God, you're fantastic, mmmm, are you sure,
you haven't done this before?"
     "Sure," I gasped out before the next series of kisses.
     "God, you're wonderful, mmmm, let's see, what we can do, with
you..."  She measured my hardness with her hand (like a bone again),
then rolled us back over, and slid on top of me without any preamble.
Like last time - ah, now I could say "last time" in relation to sex! I'd
_done it_!  And it was good!
     I wasn't thinking very clearly tonight, any more, so it took me a
while to realize this.
     Anyway, she stopped when she'd put me back in her, and smiled at
me, then leaned down.  "This time, it's for you, lover, alright?  You
tell _me_ what to do."  She bent her head down and began stroking my
belly.
     It took me a while to realize she meant, tell her _everything_ I
wanted her to do.  I think that's what she wanted, anyway.
     "Um, could you start like you did last time?" I asked timidly.  She
looked up at my face, nodded, and began sliding slowly up and down my
shaft.  "I, uh, what happened last time," I explained, "is that I just
started watching you.  You just looked so beautiful like that, and it
was like, I dunno.  Ah!" I squeaked as she ran a wet finger in between
my legs.
     "I think you're beautiful too," she said sensuously, "now shush and
feel what's happening."  She wiggled her body around as she was on a
downstroke and I lurched under her from the friction.  "You don't need
to explain anything right now."
     She bent down to kiss me some more, enthusiastically humping me all
the time.  "Ahh, nnn," I mumbled as I bent rather uncomfortably.  "Could
we roll sideways?" I asked when she pulled her tongue out of my mouth
again.  Instead of answering, she just did it, taking me with her by
wrapping her legs around mine.
     "What a ride!" I remarked before she kissed me again.  It was a
short one, as she giggled.
     "Oh, you're just _so_ fun- unhhh!" she started to say before I
pushed myself deeper into her.
     "Hey, I finally found a way to get the last word with you!" I
snickered, as I tried stroking steadily.  She grunted angrily at me, but
started running her nails along my butt cheeks, stroking in time with my
rhythm.
     All the friction was starting to go to my brain, though, so that
was the last intelligible comment I made.
     I just stared at her, at us, at the tableau of lust we were making.
And everything that went into my brain made me more excited.  I'd
thought I was tired before she kissed me a few times, but now I felt
like I could do this forever...
     Eventually, I felt the familiar stirrings deep within, and I tried
to warn her, but I couldn't say anything without losing everything, so I
just concentrated on me, like she'd said to do.
     *Oh, God, we're _fucking_!* I thought, and that was enough to put
me over the top.  I grabbed her like she'd done to me, and pulled myself
as far in as I could, and started to jerk spastically as I felt myself
shooting inside her.  Inside her, what a wonderful thing...
     When I opened my eyes again, she was smiling at me in this very
wonderful way, like she had after she'd come.  I smiled back at her, and
she stroked my face.
     "Beautiful," she whispered.  "So beautiful.  Did I look like that?"
I nodded, wondering how she could think I looked as fantastic as she
did.
     "Okay, slide out, darling, I need to do something."  I pulled my
dick out of her, wondering sadly what she meant.  She reached behind her
in one of those impossible movements that women do, and pulled a towel
up.  She put it between us, wrapping my now-slightly sore penis in it.
Then she pulled me close again.  "Just to make sure we don't have any
super sperm running across the sheets," she murmured in my ear.  "God,
you're so fantastic..."
     I wanted to be, so I let her tell me these things, while telling
her the truth about her when I could fit it in.

***
01:24 23 Nov

     "Want to help me take a shower?" she asked impishly.
     "Huh?"  I was almost asleep in her arms.
     "We smell a little too much like sex, lover mine, so we need to
clean up in case Mom comes home."  *Lover mine,* I thought dreamily.
*Jeez, we really did have sex...*
     "Come on," she urged, and slipped out of bed.
     "Ohhhh, no, I'm all nice and warm and comfy, please..."

***
01:26 23 Nov

     I stared at myself in the mirror.  "God, I look like shit," I said
without thinking.  The makeup I had on was smeared all to hell and back,
and my hair was in a similar state.  And was that a _bite mark_ on my
arm?  When did I get that?
     "No kidding," she said.  "Now come on and take all that stuff off."
     "Ahh," I said in relief, until I realized that I would now be naked
in front of my girlfriend.  With the lights on.  Even a nightgown might
be better than that.  Maybe.  And I was _still_ wearing a wig.  And
makeup.
     "Um, you go ahead, I'll take one after you."
     She walked over to me and gave me a deep kiss, then bent down
suddenly and tried to flip the nightgown over my head.
     "Hey!"
     "Well, take it off!  Come on, I wanna go to sleep too.  Stop
dorking around."  I took a deep breath, and swam my way out of the gown,
half expecting her to start giggling at any moment.  When I could see
again, she was just mentioning for me to turn around.  I did, and she
ordered, "Slip the underwear off," as she popped the bra hooks and
expertly caught the gel bags before they could do more than sag.
     I nervously slipped my thumbs into the panties and shucked them
down my legs.  *Jeez, I hope she likes me, I mean, she had sex with me,*
a momentary pause in my thoughts as my soul sang at that, *but will she
still like me if she sees me completely naked?*  The song of my soul
ended as paranoia ripped the needle across the tracks.
     "Come on, get in," she ordered, turning the water on.  When I
didn't move right away, she turned to look at me.  A curious expression
crossed her face.
     "You're not feeling shy, are you?"  I was going to deny it, but she
crowed, "Oh, you are!  Silly."  She took my hand away from my crotch,
and pulled me into the tub, not looking at anything but my face.  "I
have no complaints," she said gently, rubbing the tops of my shoulders.
"So don't you worry. You're fine.  Oh so fine, and mine all miiiine,"
she sang as she turned around and turned the showerhead on.
     I didn't know why I was worried.
     Especially with Debbie naked in front of me.

***
01:29 23 Nov

     "Condom," she gasped.
     "What?"  I was busy exploring her neck.  It was a lovely neck...
     "Condom on the counter, get it, quick, please..."
     I quickly got it and slipped it on myself.  By myself.
     "Get back in here!" she ordered.  I got.

***
01:37 23 Nov

     "I thought you were supposed to do this standing up in a shower," I
said as we slid down into the warm water.
     "I can't stand up when I'm like this," she growled, then eeled over
my legs and grabbed my dick and slid up onto it all in one motion.
_Her_ legs went up around _my_ neck.
     "Jesus!"
     "Let's _go_, lover!" she commanded.  We went.  At least this time I
could see sort of what was going on.  God, this was fascinating...

***
01:41 23 Nov

     I thought she was going to break my neck when she came, because her
feet locked behind my head, and she pulled as she gasped and thrashed.
     God, I really thought she was the most fantastically beautiful
thing I'd ever seen when she came.
     I told her that, when she could hear me again.
     "Nnnnn," she said, and smiled.  Then she said, "Your turn."
     My turn.  *My turn!*

***
01:46 23 Nov

     "Debbie, I, ah, ah-" I gasped.
     "Fuck me hard!" she snarled at me, and that toppled me over the
edge, like she'd intended.
     When I finished thrashing, I realized how much my back hurt where
the tub nozzle had been poking me in the back, not to mention the claw
marks and muscle strains and that bite on my arm, which matched the new
one on my hand...
     "God, you look beautiful when you do that," she whispered.
     "So do you."  She really did.

***
01:49 23 Nov

     "The water's getting cold," I observed.
     "Yeah," she sighed.  "Maybe we should take a shower."
     We both laughed.  "I think that's it for a while," I said.  "At
least on my side..."
     "Yeah," she yawned as she carefully disentangled herself from me.
"I think I want to get warm and then snuggle up to you for a few hours
at least."  She slid out of the tub before she got up, then offered me a
hand.
     "Yeah....Debbie?"
     "Mmmm?"  She got back in the tub and pulled the curtain shut again.
     "Pinch me?"
     I meant it sort of rhetorically, but she did it for real.  Right on
the butt, too.  "Aiiee!" I said in surprise.
     "Nope, you're awake," she determined.  Then she turned the water
on.  It was _cold_.  We both shrieked as she put her hands over the
shower head and I tried to turn it to face away from us.
     After it finally warmed up, she turned to face me.  We were both
panting from the shock, but she was smiling.  "Fun, eh?" she asked.
     "Not the cold part," I said, and kissed her.  "More awake than I
wanted to be," I added, and she nodded.
     She wrapped her arms around me, and just hugged me for a while.  I
kissed her cheek when she finally pulled back.
     "Do my back?" she asked.
     "Anything, for you..."

***
01:55 23 Nov

     "You look pretty in that gown," she commented as she rearranged the
wig hair.
     "Not half as pretty as you'd look in it, you know," I said back.
She kissed me in lieu of a verbal answer.
     "I think I'm ready for a long winter's nap, how 'bout you?" she
asked.  I was going to protest, but I yawned so hard I couldn't say
anything for a while.  "Yeah, that's what I thought," she commented,
giggling, and led me over to the bed.  This time, she turned down the
covers, and motioned for me to slide in first.
     After we were both in, she pressed right up against me, and gave me
a gentle kiss or five before she reached back and turned off the light.

***
03:41 23 Nov

     I heard someone open the door, so I pushed myself up and looked
around.  It was Debbie's mom.
     "Go back to sleep," she murmured.
     "Hi, Mom," Debbie said sleepily, then rolled over.
     "Hi, kiddo.  You two go back to sleep now."
     I dropped back down and did what she said.  God, Debbie was so warm
and soft...

***

"Wrap that rascal!"

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