MAKING AMENDS
by Frank Downey

CHAPTER ONE
STEVE

We landed in New Orleans around suppertime on Friday, February 20th.

We is me--Im Steve Werner--and my two best friends, Al Curtis and Mike Odette. We were all juniors at Michigan State. This was our first Mardi Gras, so wed been looking forward to it for some time.

My older sister, Marie, had been to Mardi Gras a couple of times, so shed told us what to expect. We knew what we wanted to do and where we wanted to go, so we were planning on a good time. Wed all just recently turned 21. Scuttlebutt has it that there isnt a whole lot of carding that goes on at Mardi Gras, but we were happy not to have to worry about it in any case. Hey, we wanted to drink, right? And, this year, getting out of the horrible Michigan winter sure was a huge bonus!

Anyhow, we landed, got to the hotel, and headed out. There was a parade in Uptown, not too far from the French Quarter, so we headed to that first. We knew that parades were a good place to get beads--they threw them off the floats--and beads were, after all, the currency of Mardi Gras. We wanted to scoop up a handful for later bartering.

The parade was a blast. We had a great time, got caught up in the festive atmosphere, and scooped up a ton of beads. The floats were colorful and fun.

After the parade, we headed towards the French Quarter, the center of the action at Mardi Gras. Especially action of the drunk-and-debaucherous type. Hey, we were young college students, what other kind of action would we be looking for? So, we headed towards the Quarter. And, oh my god, the crowds! Marie had warned us about that, but you really did have to be there. It was just a jam-packed sea of people. Al, Mike and I stuck close together, trying not to get lost. 

But it was a great atmosphere. Everybody was happy, and it was a big party. It was crowded, and festive, but not riotous.

We, of course, started drinking. Pat OBriens is a famous bar in New Orleans. Marie told us Pats was the place to get an honest-to-goodness Hurricane, so we tried a couple. Then we found this hole-in-the-wall place that sold jello shots. And thats all the sign said: Jello Shots. No name of the place, just Jello Shots. It was funny. And the jello shots were cheap and good.

Mildly buzzed, but not hammered, we decided to walk down Bourbon Street. You know, checking out the girls. And, man, were there tons of girls to be checked!

We quickly found out the whole show us your tits! thing was no myth. It was easy to find girls willing to bare the boobies in exchange for some beads. I swear, Mardi Gras was magical--too bad it wasnt that easy to get a girl to lift up her shirt back at Michigan State!

Just as I voiced that thought to Al and Mike, something very funny happened. A few feet in front of us, we caught sight of a girl wearing a Michigan State shirt. And she was in the process of raising said State shirt! Someone had yelled Show us your tits! and the girl in the State shirt was about to do just that.

She was only about five feet away--and, suddenly, I found myself staring at the most perfect set of tits Id ever seen in my life. Now, God knows I havent seen an amazing amount of tits--considering I never saw a single bare one until my freshman year at State--but Id seen enough, and I knew what I liked. This girls boobs, I liked. Not too big, not too small. A set of nice, quarter-sized, pink areolae. Nice, prominent, erect nipples. A smattering of freckles across the top, that was endearing. These were hall-of-fame boobs, let me tell you.

I was wondering if the face was equally as appealing, so I looked up.

And found myself looking right into the eyes of a face Id hoped Id never see again.

Damn. A million people at Mardi Gras, and I had to run into Suzanne Adair! Damn, damn, damn. 

I tried to quickly turn away, but I was too late. Shed seen me, and recognized me. Steve? she asked.

I just turned and made my way through the crowd. I had to get out of there. 

My buddies caught up to me. Hey, pal, whats wrong? Al asked.

That was Suzanne.

Ah, Mike said, understanding. They knew all about Suzanne.

You OK? Al said.

Yeah. The world is too fucking small.

Well, lets just keep walking, then, Mike said--but it was too late.

Steve? I heard. She had caught up to me.

Yes, Suzanne? I said, not too kindly.

Uh, well, I just thought it was funny, us meeting up here and all, she said.

Yeah. Riotous, I snorted.

I mean, we live in the same town. And someone told me you go to Michigan State, too. And we havent seen each other in years. And we meet here! she said.

Well, if Id known you were going to be here, I wouldve avoided you like the plague, like I try to at home, I blurted.

What?

Oh, come on, Suzanne, dont pretend you dont know why I hate your guts.

She looked flummoxed. But......but that was 10 years ago! We were kids!

And it never went away, I told her. You got out and went to that private school for seventh grade--but it followed me, right through high school.

We met him when he first got to State, Al said. He was a mess. You did a number on him.

You know he didnt even have a date until he got to college? Mike added. And we practically  had to twist his arm. All because of what you did. He told us all about it.

She looked back and forth between my two buddies. And, dammit, she looked like she was going to cry. I did not want this bitch to try and make me feel sorry for her!

Goodbye, Suzanne, I said--and we stomped off, leaving her there.

I didnt care. Fuck her. Just fuck her. She singlehandedly made my middle and high school years a wreck.

Then, why couldnt I forget the tear in her eye? Or how gorgeous her breasts were?

Damn.

CHAPTER TWO
SUZANNE

I had no idea. I really didnt. I still didnt quite understand.

Look, I know I didnt handle things well, but, hell, I was eleven!

It was the summer before sixth grade. We had just moved, and I didnt know anyone. 3 days after we moved in, I headed to the local park, looking for company. Thats where I met Steve.

He lived four streets over from me. We were the same age. He was sweet and nice and cute. Hey, I was eleven--I was just barely starting to notice this thing called boys and I wasnt quite sure what to do with them. But I knew one thing--I really liked this one.

We spent all summer together. Every day was a joy. Steve was my first crush--and I mean big-time. Eleven year old boys arent usually as aware of that stuff--girls mature quicker--but I knew he liked me.

Then school started.

I was the new kid, right? I just wanted to fit in. And I was a girl, so I wanted girlfriends. But my best friend was a boy.

Remember--were talking sixth-graders. When my new girlfriends figured it out, I was teased mercilessly.

I tried to deal with it--I tried to keep things separate. I badmouthed Steve to the girls, and hung out with him the minute their backs were turned. 

But then we got caught. And, worse, we were holding hands, a habit we had picked up over the summer, and one I liked. A lot. It made me all warm and fuzzy. But my girlfriends saw this, and I got grilled. Of course, I told him that he had taken my hand and I didnt know what to do. Of course, this was a blatant lie--for one, though he did sometimes take my hand, this time I had taken his.

Based on my lie, though, they gave me advice--slug him.

Which I did. The next time we were together, and he took my hand, and I could see a couple of the girls out of the corner of my eye. I hauled off and belted him in the shoulder.

Poor Steve, of course, didnt know what was going on. I tried to make a joke out of it to him.

It got worse. I hit him a few more times, anytime he came close to me when the girls were around. And then I went further. Getting taunted again about being Steves girlfriend, I blurted out, Girlfriend? That fag doesnt want a girlfriend, he wants a boyfriend!

Steve was already being called pussy because he let a girl beat him up. (In reality, he was too much of a gentleman to hit me back.) Now he got called fag, too.

Dont for a second think Im proud of this. I saw him getting teased and wanted to kick myself. I said some of this stuff and wanted to take it back before the words were halfway out of my  mouth. 

And I always wondered what if. I dated enough, throughout high school and college, and I still wondered if I had blown something that could have been special. But I was a stupid kid, afraid of being the new kid and obsessed with popularity.

After that year, my parents sent me to private school. Isnt that a laugh? Id spent a year beating down on my best friend because I was afraid of being the new kid--and, here I was, the new kid all over again. Anyhow, after I left, I lost touch with Steve.

I thought all of this would go away when I did.

I needed to talk to him. I made a vow to find him when we got back to school. It turns out--I didnt have to. I was standing in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for my friends to catch up, when in he walked.

I took a breath, marched up to him, and said, Steve? Can we go someplace and talk? Please?

CHAPTER THREE
STEVE

After we left Suzanne, I tried to get back into the Mardi Gras groove, but it was useless. Suzanne had spoiled my mood.

That girl was very good at fucking up my life.

I tried, I really did--and Al and Mike tried their best to help--but it was no use. I left them to their reveling and made my way back to the hotel alone.

This was not the plan. Id wanted to come to Mardi Gras to party. This was what it was all about, right? Do some serious drinking, see some bare titties, maybe even get lucky with the owner of one of those sets of titties if the opportunity presented itself? Thats what I came here for.

And here I was slinking back to the hotel, depressed and alone. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Suzanne. Again.

So I traipsed backinto the hotel, down in the dumps. And who the fuck do I run into the minute I step into the lobby? Suzanne! Jesus, she was even in the same fucking hotel!

And she wanted to go someplace and talk.

Somewhere along the line, I managed to pick up some really fucking bad karma.

I lost it. Go somewhere and talk? Jesus Christ, Suzanne, are you trying to torment me?
You fucked up middle school. You fucked up high school. Now youre trying to ruin my Mardi Gras! Just go the fuck away, would you?

I shouldve known it. I shouldve fucking predicted it. She started crying. And then she started pleading. Steve, please! I didnt mean any of this! I dont understand how it happened! PLEASE!

Im a sucker. Im also not an asshole, my contempt of her nothwithstanding. I gave in. Maybe, I figured, I should have it out with her once and clear the deck.

Fine. You win. We can go up to my room. With three of us coming together, one of us got a single room. That was me. Subject to be swapped, if either Al or Mike needed it to get laid, but they werent here.

OK, she said--sniffled, actually. Damn females and their waterworks. We went up in the elevator--didnt say a word on the way. I led her into the room. It had a table with a couple chairs, so there we sat. I grabbed us a couple cokes from the fridge.

You wanted to talk? I started. Fine. Start with answering this. Why?

Peer pressure, she said miserably.

Peer pressure?!?!?

Well, now I see what it was, she said. I got teased about you. Look, I was the new kid. I was trying to fit in. I wanted friends. When I made them, they gave me shit about you. And I tried to work both sides against the middle, but I fucked up.

Ill say, I snorted.

Come on, Steve, cut me some slack--I was eleven! I mean, what did you do? Didnt your friends tease you about having a quote-unquote girlfriend?

I didnt have a lot of close friends. I was kind of a loner, an outsider. I wasnt picked on--not up until that point, anyway--but I was shy. I kept to myself. You were the first person that pulled me out of my shell. She blinked at that. Anyhow, I got teased a little. I dont know--maybe its because they werent close friends and I really didnt care. So if anyone said anything, I just told them to lay off my girlfriend. Which is how I thought of you. In a sixth-grade kind of way.

You were sticking up for me? And calling me your girlfriend? she said. I nodded. Oh, man. And there I was......

Now you get the picture.

But I dont understand what happened after I left.

It never went away! Look, Suzanne, you know it was a small town. There were, what, 70 kids in our class? All through middle school and high school. There was no place to hide. And you had firmly established what I was--a pussy, a fag. Thats what I remained until I got out of there.

I know some of it was my fault. I didnt stand up for myself particularly well. And, at first, I was very depressed. I felt you betrayed me. Thats what hurt worse at first. By the time I realized what else was going on, it was too late.

This didnt end until I got out of high school. College has been much better. Al and Mike convinced me that I wasnt quite the loser I had started to believe myself to be. And Ive had a few girlfriends. Nothing thats lasted, but its given me some confidence. Im not hopeless anymore, though I still hate going home for the summer.

So, now you know.

She stared at me for a good minute. I thought she was going to turn on the waterworks again. On the contrary, she was desparately trying to hold it in. Finally, she looked at me, and said, If there were any way to take this back or fix it, I would. And if apologies werent so damn inadequate, Id offer one. In fact, I will anyway. Steve, Im so, so, sorry. I dont know what else to say.

She got up out of the chair and headed for the door. Thats when I saw a couple of tears, big fat ones, roll down her cheeks. She kept her voice controlled. Thank you for telling me. At least now I know. I truly am sorry. Ill never bother you again. With that, she was gone.

CHAPTER FOUR
SUZANNE

Id never been punched in the gut--but I can imagine the feeling is similar to what I felt when I walked out of Steves room. I thought I was going to throw up.

Id kept up this illusion--that it was just a childish folly, that it went away when I did, that the hell that I knew I was putting Steve through only lasted the year. What a lie. And the illusion that I was, basically, a good person--that was gone, too.

God, I felt like such scum.

I wasnt able to hold the tears back by the time I got back to my room. Meredith, my best friend, was my roomie for the trip. She was there when I got back. My God, Suzi, whats wrong?

Haltingly, I finally got it all out.

Jesus, she said, and he chooses now to drop all this on your head?

I pushed it, I said. Im the one that demanded to talk to him. Im the one that went up to him in the lobby after hed made it clear how he felt about me, out there on Bourbon Street. I can only blame myself. I can only blame myself for a lot of things. Damn, Im such an asshole.

Suzanne, listen to me! Meridith barked. You are not an asshole! You mightve done something terrible--but you were eleven years old! Youre not an asshole now. Plus, I think youre all too easy to blame. It sounds like this guys a complete loser and has been finding it easy to blame you for his own shortcomings.

He wasnt a loser when I knew him, I said. When I was doing all these terrible things to him, he wasnt a loser at all. No, that was me.

Sounds like a loser to me, she said. I mean, he got called names and that ruined his life? Poor baby. He sounds like he is a pussy.

Thats not fair! I hissed. How would you like it? Ive never had to be the outcast--being the new kid is the closest I ever came. I didnt have to put up with scorn. I dont know how it feels. I dont know what it was like to be him. I doubt it was pleasant, though.

OK, maybe so, she conceded. I just hate to see you taking blame for all this. Most people wouldve recovered from it. If it haunted him for six years after you left school, it wasnt all you.

Yeah, I guess, I said, but I started it. What was worse, I think, is that I knew I was doing it. I hated it when I was doing it, Meredith--and I couldnt stop. Ive put it behind me until now--but dont think I was proud of myself when I was doing it. Then I admitted it. And I had such a crush on him.

Oh! Meredith said. Now I see why youre beating yourself up, a little better. But, Suzi? It really was a long time ago.

I know. I know.

Put it behind you.

Ill try.

I went to bed that night but didnt exactly sleep soundly. Its hard enough to sleep in a hotel room. My rampaging guilty conscience made it harder.

CHAPTER FIVE
STEVE

I dont know, I guess after Suzanne left, well--the wind went out of my sails.

Id stored up so much hate for her over 10 years, that itd infected me. I almost relied on it--for strength, or something. But it wasnt a happy strength. And now it was gone. Seeing those tears roll down her face as she apologized--well, I just couldnt keep it up anymore. It just seemed so.....irrelevant.

It was rather like a slap in the face.

I didnt sleep well at all that night. I felt guilty. I felt like I had held her responsible for too much--and that Id put too much energy into it. Honestly, even though Id spent years avoiding her, I think part of me wanted that confrontation. I wanted to throw it in her face, to sacrifice her on the altar of my despair. I wanted her to hurt, like I did.

So, I did. And she did--hurt. And I didnt feel liberated. I felt sad and disgusted.

She did a very nasty thing, yes--and it had repercussions that she couldve never dreamed of, yes. But, for the first time....well, I looked at those tears tracking down her face, and, for the first time, I said to myself--she didnt do this. Something she did might have set it in motion, but she didnt do it. And she certainly didnt mean it.

I tossed and turned. I might have slept a little. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I made a decision. I went down to the lobby and found out what room she was in.

I went and knocked on the door.

It wasnt Suzanne that opened the door. Yes? the unknown brunette said. Then she said, YOU!

Is Suzanne here? I asked.

What the fuck do you want with Suzanne--you gonna make her cry again?

Damn, I didnt want to get into this with a roommate. Please, just tell her Steve is here and would like to see her.

I saw a patch of blonde hair peek at the corner of the doorway. Steve?

Hi, Suzanne. Id like to talk. I thought maybe we could get breakfast.

Uh, OK, but Im not dressed.

You want me to wait or you want to come up to my room?

You can wait. Meredith, entertain him, will you?

I will not! the roommate--Meredith, obviously--said. 

Meredith, Suzanne sighed. Look, Steve, come in--Im going into the bathroom to get dressed. She disappeared, and I went in, hesitantly. I sat in a chair.

Look, I know youve been carrying around some kind of grudge for umpteen years, but you destroyed her last night! Meredith said.

Look, Meredith is it? Look, this is between she and I, OK? Meredith harrumphed, and made herself busy doing not much of anything except shooting glares at me from out of the corner of her eye. Luckily, Suzanne came out shortly--wearing a pair of jeans and another Michigan State tee shirt.

I pointed at it, laughing. You got a collection of those?

Yeah, she laughed. Ready to go? 

Sure. We went down to the restaurant in the hotel and got some eggs and stuff. 

Need foodstuffs to prepare for the mad drinking later to come, she laughed.

No doubt, I agreed.

Yeah. So, what did you want to talk to me about? she said. I figured after yesterday Id never see you again.

Just to apologize, I said.

Excuse me?!?!?

I took too much out on you. It really wasnt your fault. Id been letting this build up for too long.

OK, she said. I still feel bad about what I did.

Like you said, it was ten years ago, I told her. 

OK, she said. Then, obviously changing the subject, she grinned, and said, So, you noticed the Michigan State shirt yesterday?

I blushed and grinned. Yeah.

Whats the blush for? she asked.

Well, what I really noticed was what was under the Michigan State shirt. She blinked, blushed, and cracked up laughing. Thats why I didnt run away the minute I saw you. Because I wasnt looking at your face. She laughed louder.

Hey, its Mardi Gras, right? she laughed. Seemed like the thing to do. My girlfriends thought I was nuts.

Believe me, I wasnt complaining, I admitted. That made her laugh some more.

Look, since we seem to be trying to put this past us, she said after shed calmed down, would you like to hang out today?

I thought about it, and then said, OK. I dont know if your roommate will like that, though.

If she doesnt, well ditch her, Suzanne giggled.

The roomate was actually fine, after Suzanne talked to her. I met their other two friends, Jen and Brittney. I introduced them to Al and Mike. We all set out together.

There was another parade uptown--two, in fact, one at 11:30 AM and one at 1:00 PM. The girls hadnt been to a parade yet, so we set out for it. We stopped for a couple Jello Shots first, though, just to get into the swing of things.

Of course, when we got on Bourbon, the rallying cry went out. Show us your tits! Suzanne laughed, and said, I did it yesterday, its someone elses turn. So her friend Brittney lifted her shirt up. She had a very nice set of tits--not as nice as Suzannes, though.

We finally got to the parade route, and we kind of all split up. Al and Mike went in pursuit of some girls theyd spotted. Suzannes friends just kind of drifted off. Suzanne and I stayed together. Wed been chatting the whole time and, to my shock, I was really enjoying her company.

One of the floats went by, and there was a big, dumb-looking guy on it. My God, that guy looks like Grady Allenson! Suzanne laughed.

Oh, Jesus, Grady Allenson, I said. Id gone to school with him all 12 years. Theres one person I do not miss. What an asshole. I noticed Suzanne blush and squirm at that. OK, what was that for?

I, well, I dated Grady Allenson.

Youre kidding, I said.

Nope. Wish I was. We dated Sophomore year. Of the big huge fucking mistakes Ive made in my life, thats probably the top of the list, she said with a sigh. I even let him...you know. He was my first. And it was the disaster to end all disasters.

God, Suzanne, what were you thinking?

I do not know, she laughed. We went out for six months. Dont even ask me what I saw in him, because I have no idea. After...you know...it broke up quickly.

Jeez, you had shitty taste when you were younger.

Actually, when I was younger, I had excellent taste, she said with a little gleam in her eye. That summer before sixth grade, for instance. I think that was my good-taste highlight. It was after that that I blew it.

Uh.... I stammered like a fool. She just kept grinning at me. Before I could say anything, she shouted Beads! They were flying fast and furious, so I grabbed some.

She managed to grab a couple sets, but, looking in my hands, I saw that Id plucked out a prize. I held them up to her, grinning.

Michigan State beads? she gasped. Ooooh! I want!

I looked right at her, and grinned, Show us your tits, then.

She looked right in my eye, grinning, and deliberately lifted up her shirt. I got a nice, good, long look. The guys around us were hooting and hollering, but she made plain that this was a show for me. And I got the distinct impression that the beads were only part of the reason.

You like? she said.

Oh, yeah, I blurted.

My beads? I handed them over, and she--very slowly--let her shirt drop back to where it should be. She pulled the beads over her head. Thank you very much.

Uh...yeah, I stammered. I had a hard-on like you wouldnt believe!

Over Suzanne? Oh, man!

CHAPTER SIX
SUZANNE

I was having such a good time!

I think Steve was, too. It seemed like, after having finally dealt with the events of 10 years ago, the weight of the world was lifted off us. I know thats how I felt.

And, I have to admit, I felt a delicious thrill showing off my boobies. Im pretty free with stuff like that--but baring myself in public was a new thing. And Id done it twice. And that time was a command performance for Steve. I loved it!

After the parade was over, we started heading back towards the French Quarter.

So, what are you majoring in at State? I asked him.

Business Admin, he said. You know, its kind of a catch-all; leaves my options open. I nodded. And yourself?

Elementary Education, I told him.

Ah, gonna teach the little kiddies?

Yeah, I laughed. Though I prefer the older little kiddies. Id like to teach fourth or fifth grade.

Ah, so the boys are just getting to be old enough to notice how hot the teacher is, he laughed.

Hot? Me?

Yes, you, he grinned. Hell, you were hot when you were eleven. Of course, you didnt have those things back then, he said, pointing at my tits. They just make you hotter.

I looked at him for a minute, then laughed. You know, its funny. You havent changed--and where you have, youve loosened up. Im a little surprised--you know, after what you told me.

College helped a lot, he said. Its been fun. I have good friends.

Girlfriends? I teased.

None at the moment. Theres been a few, but they havent worked out. You?

Ditto, I said, and grimaced. At least I had a few nice ones, and found out that not all guys are as hopeless in bed as Grady Allenson.

He laughed, and said, Hey, we all make mistakes. My first time was shortly after I got to State. You know who with? Andrea Watson.

Yeah, you and half of Michigan State, I laughed.

Exactly. Though I didnt know that at the time.

Oh, I said, realizing. You thought you were special.

Right. And, as far as Andreas concerned, special is defined as possessing a penis. We both giggled at that. Ah, well, live and learn. Hey, what happened to your friends?

Dunno. We lost them at the parade. Your friends, too. I guess youre stuck with me.

Guess so, he said, with a huge grin. Wasnt that nice!

We spent the whole day together. It was awesome. When we got back to Bourbon Street, we even held hands. So we wouldnt get separated, of course. Or something like that! It felt nice, in any case.

Of course, this was Mardi Gras, so something else happened--consumption of alcohol. 

We were just having a blast, hopping from bar to bar. We were drinking slowly enough so that we werent sloshed or anything, but we were feeling pretty damn good.

I got it again at one point. Show us your tits! Two guys with a whole bunch of beads. So I did. What the hell? They got a good look at my boobs, and I got another set of beads. Steve was amused--until he saw exactly what beads they were. The two guys had seen the Michigan State shirt, had assumed I was from Michigan, and had given me some Detroit Red Wings beads.

Steve was a fanatical Red Wings fan.

Gimme! he said, trying to get them away from me.

What do I get if I do? I grinned.

What do you want?

I leaned in to his ear and whispered, Show us your dick!

He cracked up laughing, and said, They turn their backs on topless stuff, but Im pretty sure if I dropped trou, I would get arrested.

Too true. Youll just have to think of something else, then.

We spent the whole day and evening together. After a while, we stumbled into this bar called the Cats Meow that had karaoke. We both got up and sang. Steve was actually decent. I was less than decent, but it was fun, anyway. Then we went back to drinking.

We ended up at the outdoor bar at Pat OBriens, sipping Hurricanes.

So, how are your parents? I asked him.

Great.

I always liked them.

As parents go, you cant beat them. Are yours still the same?

Yeah, I sighed. I love them, but, yes, they still drive me crazy.

Do they know youre here?

Yeah, I grinned, and theyre not at all happy about it. All that debauchery! Mom hissed. But Im 21 and I paid for the trip by myself, so they cant say much. Mom would be scandalized if she knew I was baring my boobies in public.

No doubt, he laughed.

I took a sip from my drink. Steve? I cant thank you enough. For forgiving me, and for coming to my room this morning. Ive had more fun today than Ive had in ages.

Same goes, he said. Ive had a blast. Youre great company.

I think that did it. I just didnt want the night to end. And, yeah, I was a little drunk. Not incoherent--I knew what I was doing. But I was, well, loose.

When we stumbled back to the hotel, arm-in-arm, giggling--well, I just went to his room. He didnt ask me to, I just did. It was like it was almost second nature.

We ended up on the bed, still giggling. Then he said, I still want those Red Wings beads.

You want these? I said, holding them up away from my chest. Fine. Kiss me! And it better be a good one!

He grinned, and then kissed me. And, oh my, it went way past a good one. It was an earth-quaking bone-shaking one. My heart went KABOOM! My toes curled. It was absolutely stunning. 

When we finally broke the kiss, I pulled the Red Wings beads off of me and put them around his neck. This seems almost inadequate for that, I laughed. If Id known you were that good a kisser, I wouldve kissed you when we were eleven.

I doubt I was a good kisser when I was eleven, he laughed.

Well, fine, then. You can make up for lost time, I grinned. He did. And how!

So, we were sprawled all over his bed, making out, when his hands went for the hem of my tee-shirt. I didnt even think twice. I helped him get it--and my pile of beads--off.

I wanted this. Oh man, did I want this. To this day, I dont know if it was the alcohol talking--but, as I said, I wasnt sloppy drunk. I knew what I was doing. And I knew what he was doing after he got my shirt off--playing with my boobs. 

Oh, man, Ive wanted to get my mouth on these things since I first saw them yesterday, he gasped, and then he did just that. I felt his lips pull at my erect nipple, and I moaned. His hand was fondling my other one. I was so turned on.

I didnt wait for him. While he was nibbling on my tit, I shucked off my jeans--and panties. God I was hot! He quickly realized I was completely naked, and his hand crept up in between my legs. Oh, yeah!

And, then before I knew it, his mouth was in between my legs--and wasnt that fun! Id only had that done to me a couple times, and it was, you know, OK. Nothing fantastic. Id kind of written it off. Well, Steve was showing me the error of my ways. He had me flying. It was incredible! Its like his tongue was everywhere!

I felt myself building up, but, as much as I was enjoying the tongue-lashing, I didnt want to cum that way. I wanted to cum with him inside me. So, I hissed, Steve! Fuck me!

He was still dressed, so he knelt up and started pulling off his clothes, very quickly (thank goodness!). After he got his pants off, I saw him reach for his wallet--and pull out a condom. Jesus! Good thing he was thinking straight, at least partially, because I sure wasnt! 

Then, suddenly, he was inside me. And it was glorious. And he didnt just start banging away at me, either--he started slow. It was perfect, he was building me up, bit by bit. I was already heading there from the oral, but this was perfect--it just strung it all out. I felt everything. I started tingling, from my head to my toes, and it just built, and built. Then he sped up a little, and it just kept building.

 And, when I came, it was the best ever. I just exploded. I even made noise. Im not vocal at all during sex. Believe me, its not that I dont enjoy it--Im just not vocal. But, I heard myself, right at the peak, go, uuuuuunnnnngggggggggGGGGGGSTEVE! AYEE! and I could hardly believe myself. I wouldve almost been embarrassed, but I think it turned Steve on. Well, either that, or my pussy doing the mambo around his dick, one of the two--because he came right after I did.

That went right to the top of my personal sex list. By a lot. It was unbelievable.

Anyhow, the combination--a long day, all that booze, mind-blowing sex--had me completely wasted. Steve, too. We very happily fell asleep in each others arms.

CHAPTER SEVEN
STEVE

I woke up Sunday morning. First, I was completely disoriented. You know how it is in hotel rooms. Its not your room, so youve got to kind of blink a little before you remember where you are.

And, that morning, I had to blink a little again to remember who I was with. 

Suzanne.

God. How weird was this? I actually slept with Suzanne. I spend ten years hating her--and in two days, Im in bed with her. It just felt strange. 

And she was snuggled into me, still fast asleep. It was good, and strange, all at the same time.

In any case, I really had to go to the bathroom. So I did my best to disentangle from her without waking her up, and got up. When I came out from doing my thing, she was lying there, looking at me. Whered you go? she asked.

The morning constitutional, I smiled. I sat down on the edge of the bed. I was trying to act normal, but I obviously wasnt pulling it off.

Is everything OK? she asked.

Yeah. I guess, I couldnt help saying.

Are you OK with what happened last night?

I decided to be honest with her. I dont know. Im confused.

She sat up--and the sheet fell off of her bare boobs, an unwanted distraction to say the least! I thought you wanted it as badly as I did. You werent that drunk, I didnt think.

No, I wasnt that drunk; and, yes, I did want it.

But now you regret it, she said sadly.

No, not regret. Like I said, Im confused. First of all, I really dont do stuff like this.

You mean jump in bed with someone at the drop of a hat? she smiled.

Yeah, I chuckled.

Steve? Neither do I. Im as surprised by it as you are. And, no, I wasnt overly drunk either. I just wanted it, badly. I dont regret it at all. It was wonderful.

It was, I agreed. Youre amazing. I dont know. It just feels weird.

She looked down. Part of you still resents me. Maybe even hates me, she said quietly.

No, I argued, not at all. Its just that I did resent you until a very short time ago. Im stunned by how quickly this happened. Plus, this isnt a meet-at-Mardi-Gras pickup. What happens when we go back to school? What happens when we go back home? Im just confused, is all.

You dont trust me, she said sadly.

Its not that. Its that I havent known you for ten years.

Yeah, she agreed. Well, I think its my turn, she said, and got up and went to the bathroom, gathering her clothes with her as she went. When she came back out of the bathroom, she was dressed. I think Im going to go back to my room and take a shower there, and stuff, she said, very subdued. Im going to hang with my friends today, I think.

OK, I said. She walked over to me, kissed me, smiled, and was gone.

CHAPTER EIGHT
SUZANNE

I wasnt upset when I left his room. I was confused. As confused as he was.

Jeez. I woke up euphoric, and ended up confused.

Part of it was my fault, I know it--because when he asked what we were going to do when we left Mardi Gras, I shouldve said what was in my heart: Be a couple. But, you know, he was right. We really hadnt known each other for ten years. So how the hell did we know what we wanted?

This is why its a bad idea to hop into bed with someone you barely know. Though this isnt quite the same thing, because I used to know him. But its close enough.

I couldnt regret going to bed with him, though--it was just too good!

I got back to my room. Where the hell have you been? Meredith asked.

I, uh, spent the night with Steve.

You didnt! Suzi, what were you thinking?

I was thinking that it would be fun. I was right, I grinned.

Fine and dandy, but what happens from here?

Well, thats going to take some thought. I think were both confused. Anyhow, let me take a shower and we can head out--Im hanging with you guys today. She just shook her head at me. I grinned, and hopped into the shower.

I thought a lot about what had happened. I just didnt know what to do. 

Anyhow, I went out with the girls. Now the girls were who I came here with, right? The plan was always to come to Mardi Gras with the girls. But it just wasnt the same. Dont get me wrong, it was fun. But it wasnt the same as spending yesterday with Steve had been. We just seemed so in tune with each other. Still, after 10 years. I mean, you know what happens when 4 girls get together at something like Mardi Gras? Arguments. You can never decided what to do next. There was none of that with Steve. We just floated through everything.

And then we probably blew it by having sex. Me and my stupid hormones.

Anyhow, it was fun--but I missed Steve. And I think I drank way too much.

CHAPTER NINE
STEVE

After Suzanne left, I got my own shower, then went to find the guys.

Damn, I was so unsettled. I didnt know what to do about any of this.

Maybe the guys could help. So, what happened to you yesterday? Al asked.

Well, I hung out with Suzanne. We spent all day together. And then, well, she spent the night.

Youre kidding, Mike gasped. Suzanne? The girl that ruined your life?

You slept with her? Al added.

Yeah, I said, and thats the problem. I hated her up until two days ago.

You obviously dont anymore, Mike smirked. I know most guys dicks dont have a conscience, but its not like you to sleep with just anyone.

Right, I agreed. We had a great time yesterday. And last night was mind-blowing. And I woke up this morning confused as all hell.

Look, Al said tentatively, we understand what happened to you back home, and we understand that she did some stuff that set a chain of events in motion. But what she did was a long time ago.

Yeah. You know, I think she had a crush on me back then, and just didnt know how to handle it.

You were, what, eleven? Mike asked. I nodded. That makes sense.

Yeah. And I know I had a crush on her then.

So, you think this was just a delayed reaction? Al asked.

I dunno. I dont think so. And thats the scary part. Like I said, we spent all day together yesterday. And we just clicked. But we slept together way too soon--as mind-blowing as it was--and now were both confused.

Well, youll have time to sort it out, considering you actually came to Mardi Gras and hooked up with someone at the same school, Mike laughed.

True, I chuckled.

I went out with Al and Mike. We had fun. But it wasnt the same. And--no big surprise--they were trying to pick up girls. I really didnt have much desire to pick up girls. 

So, at about 9:00, I actually went back to the hotel. Mike and Al were hitting on these two girls, and looked like they were getting somewhere, so I left them to it. I was tired anyhow. 

And I wanted to see Suzanne. I checked her room, but she was still out. So I took a book down to the coffee shop and had a little snack and some coffee, and read my book. This was not exactly the way Id planned to spend Mardi Gras--but, oh well. It was about an hour afterwards that I saw Suzanne come in through the front door of the hotel. I quickly walked over, hoping we could talk.

And I quickly realized that, if we did talk, Suzanne wasnt going to make a whole lot of sense, because she was drunk! I mean, really drunk. Drunk off her ass, as my Dad would say. STEVIE! she blurted, and came over and draped herself all over me, slobbering.

I couldnt help but chuckle. Suzanne, youre drunk.

Who, meeeeeee? she slurred, her arms around my shoulders--at that point, I was basically holding her up! I just had a little bitty tiny bitty tiny drink.

Yeah, the last one, maybe, I laughed. Where are your friends?

She leaned into my ear and theatrically whispered, I gave em the slip.

I couldnt stop laughing. Suzanne, you need to get to bed.

GOODY!!!

I mean bed, as in sleep.

Party-pooper, she slurred.

I thought about trying to get her into her own room, but finding her key wouldve been an adventure. Plus, I didnt know where her friends were and I didnt think she should be alone. So, I brought her up to my room. Took her clothes off, put her in bed, and slept with her. And I mean sleep--thats all we did. I do have some honor.

CHAPTER TEN
SUZANNE

I woke up that Monday morning. At first I didnt realize where I was--and I was almost afraid to find out. I didnt remember much of Sunday night. 

I realized I was in the hotel--but not in my room. Then I realized whose room I was in--Steves. How the hell did I get here?

I sat up. That was probably a mistake. God. My mouth tasted like a small animal had died inside it. My stomach was doing the tango. My head was pounding. The room was spinning. And where was Steve?

Id been stripped down to my underwear. Steve had left a hotel robe there for me, though, so I attempted to stand up. I slipped the robe on, then sat down again. Standing up was too much of an effort. 

I dont think Id ever been as drunk as I was last night. I really didnt remember much. I needed to find Steve.

Then I heard voices outside the door. Shes still asleep, Steve said.

We lost her last night, she was drunk. That was the other voice, sounded like Meredith. She must have come looking for me.

I know, she stumbled into the hotel barely able to stand.

So you took her to bed? You asshole! Meredith said. 

I took her to bed. As in sleep. Nothing happened.

Yeah, sure it didnt. What the hell is your game, anyhow? You give her a big guilt trip about ruining your life, then the other night you fuck her? And Im sure you got your jollies again last night. Youre trying to fuck her over.

Thats when I stood up again, as difficult as that was. I stumbled over to the door and peered out. If you guys are going to discuss my drinking and sex life, could you bring it back in the room, please? I said.

Steve came back in, Meredith reluctantly followed. How are you feeling? Steve asked.

Like landfill, I told him.

Yeah, theres a big surprise, he chucked. Wait. He went into the bathroom and quickly came out with some water, some Advil, and some Pepto. Here.

Oh, youre an angel, I grinned. I took the stuff, then sat down on the bed. He sat in the chair opposite. Meredith stood, lurking. Now, what happened?

I came back to the hotel early, because Al and Mike were trolling for pussy, and I just wasnt interested.

Yeah, cause you got yours, Meredith snorted. I shot her a look, and motioned to Steve to go on.

Anyhow, I wanted to talk to you. I went to your room and you werent there. So I went downstairs to the coffee shop. You came in, drunk beyond imagining. I figured you shouldnt be alone in that condition, so I brought you here and put you to bed. And we slept. Thats it.

OK, I said. Thank you.

Oh, yeah, right, Meredith snorted. Do you really expect me to believe that load of crap?

Its the truth, Steve shrugged.

Suzanne, do you believe this shit? Meredith snorted. Look, three nights ago he sent you back to the room crying with this big sob story. Then, two nights ago he had sex with you. Yesterday he kicks you out of the room. And Im expected to believe that he found you last night and suddenly got all altruistic? Bullshit. Hes a loser with all this pent up resentment towards you and hes getting back at you. Dont be an idiot.

Meredith, that will be enough! I thundered. She looked at me, shocked, but I wasnt done. You dont know what youre talking about. You dont know anything about him! I know what kind of person he is. If he said he didnt take advantage of me last night, then he didnt. Simple as that. And the other night, believe me, was mutual.

You know what kind of person he is? Meredith snorted.

Yes, I do. I did ten years ago, too. And my problem then was listening to too many so-called friends run him down. Dont you dare do that to me again.

Meredith looked at me, looked at him, and then abruptly stormed out of the room.

Ah, geez, I sighed.

Shell get over it, Steve assured me.

I hope so. Damn, my head hurts.

Of course it does, he grinned.

You look mighty pleased, I grumbled.

Well, not about your head hurting. But that was an impressive performance. Im impressed. And grateful.

Youre welcome, I grinned.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
STEVE

I guess thats what I was waiting for, and I didnt even realize it. But when she stuck up for me to one of her best friends, a whole lot of anxiety melted away.

I sat down next to her on the bed.

You wanted to talk last night, she said.

Yeah, but, you know, now I dont think I do.

You dont?

No. Suzanne, lets do this. Its Monday. Were going home Wednesday. Lets just have fun the next two days. Its Mardi Gras. Lets enjoy it. And, when we get back to Michigan, well figure out whats up.

Id like that, she smiled.

So, thats what we did. We showered and changed, and met in the lobby. Al and Mike were there, as were her friends. We all headed out together. Meredith was, at least, being civil. I think shes reserving judgement, Suzanne whispered to me at one point.

It was fine. Our friends kind of came and went, but Suzanne and I stuck together throughout the whole day. We went to a couple more parades. Suzanne flashed her boobs for some more beads. We sang Karaoke again. We drank, but moderately. When we went back to the hotel, we were both pretty sober.

Are you taking me to my room or yours? she asked quietly as we walked into the hotel.

Thats up to you.

Well, I want to go to yours, but only if you dont freak tomorrow morning, she giggled.

I wont. I promise. 

It was, if anything, better. It was less frenzied than the other night, slower, more affectionate. I took my time, kissing her all over, before I moved down between her legs. This time, she let me give her an orgasm with my tongue.

Ive never liked that much, before you. It was only a couple of times, but it never did much for me, she admitted. Youre a marvel.

I like it, I told her, which was the truth.

I like it, too, she grinned. I also like the reverse. Whereupon she scooted down and took my dick in her mouth. My God! She gave me the blowjob of all time. I was like her, I guess--Id enjoyed blowjobs, but not completely. I had trouble cumming that way. Not this time. I came in a remarkably short time, right into her mouth. I warned her, but she just kept sucking. She swallowed--well, most of it! Some dribbled down her chin. It was fantastic. 

We cuddled for a while, just fondling, while I recovered. It didnt take long. So we were quickly making love. Since I had already cum once, I lasted a nice long time--Suzanne came twice. Then we collapsed next to each other.

And, the next morning--I felt great.

We did it all again--on Tuesday, which was actually Mardi Gras day--except we got a wee bit drunker.

Wednesday, we were flying back--on separate flights--to our real lives. I wondered what would happen.

CHAPTER TWELVE 
SUZANNE

It turned out to be the best week of my life.

It was wonderful. It was fantastic. Steve was everything I couldve ever wanted in a guy. Plus the sex was great!

But Mardi Gras was an isolated enviroment. It wasnt the real world. And when we parted on that Wednesday to return to the real world, I wasnt sure what was going to happen.

At first, nothing. Hey, I understood. He was playing catch-up, as was I--wed both skipped out on three days of classes, after all. So, Im sure he was studying. I know I was. But he didnt call me or anything for the first few days we were back at school.

Then, on Saturday, he did, right around noontime. You busy tonight? he asked.

Not at all.

Dinner?

That sounds great, but what are you doing this afternoon?

Nothing.

Well, then, get your ass over here!

He laughed, and hung up the phone. Ten minutes later, there he was. We hung out all afternoon, watching TV. He took me to supper at a restaurant near campus.

So, he suddenly said in the middle of supper, will you go out with me?

I had to laugh. Yes, I said happily. You took me by surprise with that one.

Ive been working up to it all day, he laughed.

You thought there was a chance Id say no?

Who knows? Its nervewracking in any case. He took a breath. Who wouldve thought Id be asking you out, considering how I felt about you two weeks ago. So anything could happen.

Steve? Im crazy about you. Hell, I was crazy about you ten years ago. If only Id handled it better. I just hope I dont screw up this time.

You wont, he said confidently. You stuck up for me with Meredith in New Orleans.

Yeah, and that was just instinctive.

I know. It meant the world.

I smiled at him and said, You have a single, dont you?

Yeah, I laughed. Id roomed with the same guy the first two years, but he had to drop out of school. Money problems. Hell be back next year, but this year I have a single.

Goody!

He laughed. Did you have plans for after dinner?

Dessert, I leered at him. You know whats going to be fun? Spring break.

Im going home for spring break, I spent my discretionary income at Mardi Gras, he laughed.

Yes, as did I, so I am also going home for Spring Break. Home. With you. Thatll be fun.

It will? 

Sure, I said. Well have to go to some of the town haunts together. I want to walk into the burger place with you and watch Grady Andersons jaw drop.

He cracked up laughing. OK, yeah, thatd be fun.

I still owe you.

No, you dont, he said. Its over. Its forgotten. Im crazy about you.

Yeah, but, I still owe you there. At home. You know, I guess I owe myself too.

OK. You done eating?

Yep. The check came, and Steve paid it. We walked out to his car arm-in-arm.

Show us your tits, he whispered into my ear

I cracked up laughing. When we get to your room, dear. I dont want to get arrested. East Lansing isnt as enlightened as New Orleans.

Fine, but Im holding you to that, he grinned, as he opened the passengers side door for me. He got in and we started driving.

Dont worry, when we get to your room, Ill show you all the tits you want to see.

Really?

Really. I grinned and reached into my pocketbook. I even brought these.

He looked over. They were the Michigan State beads.

Laughing, we drove to his dorm.


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