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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's something I wrote a while back and thought I'd share.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

Jenny and Lou were best friends.  Nobody at Polk High where they 
attended school as juniors could tell you why though.  Maybe it was 
the famed attraction between opposites that was so highly touted in 
stories.  Jenny was a sultry, sexy blonde.  Athletic (she had a black 
belt in karate), popular (always knowing what to say or do at social 
gatherings of all types), beautiful (5'7", 36C-26-36, a total 
stunner).  Lou was small for a man (5'8"), slight of build (weighing 
maybe 150 lbs including clothes), smart (straight A student), and 
very unpopular.  Although Lou was good at a lot of sports, he wasn't 
good enough at any one of them to stand out, particularly in 
comparison to the jocks of the Varsity teams.

Lou was also the target of the stronger, faster, more athletic boys 
because he was one of those boys who amongst adults, was referred to 
as "an artistic lad", a boy who liked poetry readings and soft, 
romantic movies.  Trouble was, amongst his peers he was just "that 
sissy boy".  Not that anyone called him that in public, at least not 
where it would get back to Jenny (who could whip any boy in school 
without breaking a sweat).  Of course, that only made it worse in the 
locker room and bathrooms where no girls were around to tell Jenny 
what had happened.  Perhaps to his credit (at least amongst the boys) 
whenever Lou got his nose bloodied, he never told Jenny who did it.

Although their outward differences ran deep, their greatest 
differences sprang from their personalities.  Lou was a calm, sedate 
conformist.  A boy who followed the rules and always tried to do what 
was right.  At least that was how he would've been described until 
Jenny had moved into town a couple years ago.  Jenny was, amongst her 
peers, a "fun gal".  Amongst adults, she was a trouble magnet.  Oh, 
everybody admitted that she never tried to get into trouble.  She 
just had this... knack for drawing trouble to her.  And since she was 
a very persuasive person, she was usually able to talk Lou into being 
with her when trouble hit.

It was Friday afternoon, and, like all Friday afternoons, Jenny was 
at Lou's house.  "Forget it!" Lou said.

"Oh, come on, the invitation says I can bring a friend.  And 
everybody knows you're my best friend."

"First off, I never have fun at parties.  I don't fit into any of the 
cliques, and none of the girls are interested in me.  Which means 
that I'm going to wind up spending the night sitting in a corner 
watching everybody else have fun.  Secondly, when I come into school 
Monday morning, the first time I go to use the bathroom, I'm gonna 
get waylaid by the jocks who want to punish me for daring to attend 
one of the "popular parties".  So, all in all, I think I'll pass."

"Look, just tell me who's beating on you, and I'll take care of them."

"Yeah, and then the next time, someone grabs me from behind, shoves 
my head in a toilet, gives me a few swirlies, and disappears.  All 
without me seeing their faces.  It's bad enough that you beat on 
people when you find out about it.  At least this way I see them 
coming and, if I've got the time, get out of their way."

Jenny fumed.  Then she got an idea.  She knew that this would take 
all her persuasive skills to get Lou to agree.  "I know how you could 
attend the party and no one would know."

"Yeah?  How?"

"We just dress you up as somebody else."

"Right.  No matter what clothes I wear, I'm still gonna be seen as 
that geeky, little sissy boy."

"Oh, I don't know.  A little make-up, the right clothes, no one will 
know it's you."

"Yeah, even if that's true, I'm still me and I can't pretend to be 
anyone else.  So instead of being the same old geeky little sissy 
boy, I'll just be that new geeky little sissy boy."

"Well, there is one thing about your disguise that I haven't told you about."

"What?"

"Did you know that all those things that make you an outcast among 
boys, your small size, your artistic temperament, your good grades, 
are not only expected, but also encouraged in girls?"

"Yeah, but what's that got to do with...   OH, NO!  NO! No, no!"

Damn.  She kept forgetting how quick he was and would've liked a 
little longer to try to sell him on the idea.  "Oh, come on!"

"You are NOT going to dress me up like a girl!"

"Geez, you'd think I was asking you to rob a bank!"

"THAT I might consider!  Do you know what'll happen to me if I go in 
a dress and the boys at that party get the slightest idea it's me?"

"Who's gonna know?  We put you in a dress, heels, stockings, a wig. 
No one will know what's underneath."

"Puh-lease.  There are more differences between men and women than 
just the way we dress."

"Yeah, but you're a fast learner.  And we've got nine days."

"Not even if we had a month!"

"Come on.  For the first time in your life, you have a chance to know 
what it's like to be popular."  Jenny could see his resolve 
weakening.  "You go in.  You sit and look pretty.  You talk about art 
and poetry.  The girls'll listen and the boys will hang on your every 
word, mostly because they're dogs and want you to think they're 
really interested, but they'll pay attention to you."

"I don't know..."

"Look, let's go to this party as two girl cousins.  If you decide, at 
any point after, say, a half hour, you want to leave, we'll leave. 
No questions asked."

"I..."  Lou sighed.  "Alright."

"Yes."

"But I've got a bad feeling about this."

"What could go wrong?"

"Have you ever realized that you ask that just before you get me in 
the most trouble?"

"You worry too much.  So tomorrow, bright and early, you come over to 
my house and we'll get started.  Say, 8 AM?"

"Okay."

"It'll be great.  You'll see."

***************

THE NEXT DAY IN JENNY'S ATTIC...

"Why do I have to wear a corset?  Or for that matter, where'd you get 
a corset in the first place?"

"It's from mom's wedding outfit.  She is such a traditionalist that 
she wore it for the ceremony, but then stuffed it away with the rest 
of her stuff.  Ever since she and dad broke up, she hasn't even 
opened the trunk she keeps it in."  One thing that both Jenny and Lou 
had in common was that they were the children of divorcees, and both 
lived with their mothers.  Another thing was that neither child had 
much in common with their own parent.  Which meant that each kid had 
lots in common with the other's parent, and was always a welcome 
sight around the house.

"Okay, but why do I have to wear it?"

"You don't HAVE to wear it.  But if you do, your waist gets shrunk 
in, and your hips and bust will be accentuated.  It'll make you look 
a lot less like a boy."

"I don't know..."

"Look, you've got what, a 30 waist?"

"28"

"The corset should take you down to 24 or 22.  Maybe even a 20.  With 
a tiny little waist like that, no one will suspect you're really a 
boy."

"Okay.  But why today?  Couldn't we put that off to the very end?"

"You've got to get used to dressing and walking like a woman, and 
that means full regalia.  You don't want to look suspicious because 
of some new tightness that you didn't know about and weren't used to, 
do you?"

"Okay.  Okay."

"Now get undressed."

Lou stripped down to his underwear.  He used to be really shy about 
being this undressed around Jenny, but one of her favorite past times 
was sneaking into the bathroom and surprising him just to see the 
look on his face.  After he was stripped down, Jenny helped him into 
the corset, pulling it tight.

Lou stood up and turned around.  He grabbed and pulled at the loose 
breast cups on the corset.  "What are we gonna do about these?"

Jenny got a box and opened it up.  "We use these."

"Do I even want to know where you got a pair of breastforms?"

"Oh, stop being so suspicious.  My aunt had a mastectomy about five 
years back.  She needed to use a breastform to look normal until she 
could afford the reconstructive surgery, which she finally got two 
and a half years ago.  But she got two breastforms so that she'd 
always have a spare.  After she got the reconstructive surgery, these 
got packed away with our stuff, and just came along for the ride when 
we moved here."

"Put 'em in."

Jenny slipped the breastforms into the corset's bra cups and stepped 
back to take a look.  "It doesn't look right."

Lou looked at himself in the mirror.  "The breastforms shifted when 
you put 'em in.  We can take care of it the next time by putting the 
breastforms in before tightening the corset."

"I suppose."  Jenny got out a pair of panties.

"Why do I have to wear those?  Nobody's going to be seeing my underwear."

"Correction.  You don't intend to let anyone see your underwear.  But 
you'll also be wearing a skirt, and boys have this tendency of trying 
to look up a lady's skirt."

Lou blushed.  Having tried to look up more than a few skirts himself, 
it was a point he couldn't very well argue.  He took the panties, 
waited for Jenny to turn around, and put on the panties.  As he did, 
Jenny called back, "Tuck your penis and balls between your legs. 
It'll reduce the bulge down to a mound in your panties."

After he was into them, he said, "How do I look?"

Jenny turned around.  "Looks great!  You have a real knack for this! 
Ever done it before?"  She gave Lou a conspiratorial wink.

"Don't tease like that."

"Sorry.  Now let's get those legs shaved."

"No."

"Now you agreed to go all the way."

"And I will shave Friday afternoon after classes.  But I still have 
to go through another week of undressing in front of the guys before 
gym.  I'm dreading the Monday after the party."

"Good point.  That just means you'll have to be extra careful putting 
the stockings on, so as to avoid getting any runs in them."

"But why do I have to wear stockings anyhow?  You don't."

"I do wear stockings when I go to nice parties like this.  In heels, 
a stockinged leg is very attractive.  I just don't like the hassle of 
putting the damn things on.  But you need the practice. So..."

"Alright, Alright.  So how do I put these silly things on anyways?"

"Roll them down into donuts with the toe just sticking out.  Push 
your foot inside, then roll them back up your legs, keeping them 
tight.  Make sure to keep the seams straight or you'll have to start 
all over again."

Lou sat down, and, following her directions, managed to get the 
stockings on and looking correct on the first try.  Without any 
prompting, he hooked the stockings to the elastic straps hanging from 
the base of the corset.  He stood up.  "What's next?"

"Next is the dress."  Jenny got a dress of hers out, a simple floral 
print, and helped Lou into it.  After zipping him up she looked at 
him.  "Nice."

Lou looked at himself in the mirror.  From the neck down, a pretty 
young thing looked back at him.  However, his head and face was still 
his and kind of ruined the image.  "Do you have the wig?"

Jenny smiled.  She took the long blonde wig and carefully positioned 
it on his head.  Lou kept his hair short, so hiding it under the wig 
was no big deal.  After it was on, he tried to look in the mirror, 
but Jenny wouldn't let him.  "Not yet."  She grabbed her make-up kit, 
and sat him down.  "Your face still looks a little too masculine. 
Not badly so, but enough to make you look bad in the wig.  But with a 
skillful application of make-up, we'll take the hard edge off and 
having you looking like a proper lady in no time.  Luckily you don't 
have a beard, yet.  Otherwise we'd have to shave you first."

After a few minutes, Jenny stepped back and said, "Okay, now you can look."

Lou looked and was amazed.  Except for the light hair on the arms, 
the figure looking back was a girl!  And a pretty one at that.  Not 
as good looking as Jenny, but that girl wouldn't be hurting in the 
boyfriend department.

"Well," Jen asked, "what do you think, Louise?"

"What?  What'd you call me?"

"Louise.  We can't very well be calling you Lou at the party, can we? 
So I just figured, Lou, Louise."

"No.  Not Louise."

"Why not?"

"Because that's what the boys are fond of calling me when they taunt 
me.  Besides it's too close to my own name.  I don't want to give any 
hints to my real identity."

"So what name do you want?"

Lou thought about it.  "Theresa."

"Alright, Theresa, what do you think?"

"I'm a very pretty Theresa."

"Yes, you are.  Now comes the hard part."

"What?"

Jenny got a shoe box out.  "Teaching you to walk in heels."

They got him into the shoes, and then taught him to walk.  He 
stumbled a bit before getting into the habit of placing his foot down 
flat and taking smaller steps as he walked.  Even after he got to the 
point where he could walk without falling over, Jenny wasn't happy.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You're still taking steps that are too big.  And now that you're 
used to it, you're starting to expand your gait again."

"Sorry.  Walking this way is a habit."

"We need to find a way to break that habit."

"How?"

"I don't know."

They thought about it for a while.  "I've got it," Lou said.  "Do you 
still have that long silk scarf?"

"Sure."

"Go get it."

Jenny was a little confused, but went to her room and got the scarf. 
She returned and handed it to Lou.  Lou sat down, and tied the scarf 
around his legs just above the knees.  He stood and started walking. 
With the scarf holding his legs together, taking large steps was 
impossible.  "There.  After a week of walking like this, taking small 
steps should be second nature to me."

Jenny hugged him.  "I think you're really gonna pull this off.  In 
fact, I think Theresa is going to be the belle of the ball."

*****************

ONE WEEK LATER, SUNDAY NIGHT, THE NIGHT OF THE PARTY...

"Well, Theresa, you ready?"

In the softer, higher pitched voice Lou had trained himself to use 
when in a dress, he said, "As ready as I'll ever be."

They walked together to the front door of Eliza's house where the 
party was being thrown and knocked.  Eliza opened the door.  "Jenny, 
welcome!  And who is this?"

"This is my cousin Theresa.  She's in town for the weekend and I 
decided to bring her along to the party."

Eliza hugged Lou, a.k.a. Theresa.  "Welcome."  She looked to Jenny. 
"I thought for sure, you'd invite that shlub, Lou.  I'm glad you 
brought her along.  For the life of me, I don't see what you see in 
that geek."

"Don't start with that again, Eliza."

"Alright.  It's just you and your cousin tonight anyways.  Come on 
in, and have some fun."

They went inside.  Lou whispered to Jenny, "So now what?"

Jenny whispered back, "Find a group where people are talking, listen 
in, and when you feel you have something to contribute, speak up."

They were soon standing in a group where they were discussing one of 
the latest movies that had been released.  One of the girls said, "I 
don't know.  It was a nice movie, but there was something about it 
that was...  I'm not sure how to put it.  But it was just wrong."

Lou said, "Camera angles."  He had intended to whisper it, but he was 
feeling a little too comfortable, and had spoken a little louder than 
intended just as a lull in the conversation had cropped up.

"What was that, hun?"

Realizing that he was in the spotlight, he decided to take a chance 
and speak his mind.  "Well, I always felt that they used the wrong 
camera angles in that movie in a lot of places.  Take the final 
confrontation between the protagonist and the villain over the girl. 
They used an elevated wide angle shot, I guess to give a sense of the 
grand finale.  They should've instead used a series of close-ups on 
the individual actors.  That way, they would've imparted the intense 
emotional state of the characters."

"Yeah.  That's it.  So tell me, did you happen to catch the amateur 
film festival on the Arts & Entertainment channel last month?"

"Wouldn't miss it.  Catch it every year."

"So tell me, what did you think of the film that won for best short?"

"A political decision.  It was awarded simply because the main 
character died before the release.  Oh, not that it was a bad movie, 
but there was no way anyone with a sense of taste could've considered 
that the best film of the festival."

"My feelings exactly."  The girl took Lou by the arm and started 
discussing the film festival in depth.  As Jenny tried to keep up 
with the conversation, she realized she was out of her depth, and in 
a moment when she was distracted, Lou disappeared.  She looked around 
the room, until she saw him across the room, a bunch of people 
hanging around "her" as he laughed coquettishly, still playing the 
part.

Confident that he was okay, she settled in to having some fun 
herself.  Later in that evening, she was getting a glass of punch 
when Larry Kirby, one of the few nice jocks, came up to her and 
asked, "What are you still doing here?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I just figured you'd leave when your cousin did."

Jenny dropped her cup.  "What?  What are you talking about?"

"You didn't know?  She ran out of here about a half hour ago.  I'm 
pretty sure she was crying, too."

Jenny went straight for the door at a dead run, pushing people out of 
the way as she went.  She ran straight home to the attic where they 
had created Theresa.  She found Theresa's clothing scattered about. 
And from the state it was in, Lou had been none too careful in taking 
it off.  The corset looked like it had been ripped from his body, the 
breastforms left where they had fallen.  Lou's old clothes were, of 
course, gone.  She grabbed the phone and called Lou.  His mother 
answered.  "Hello?"

"Miss Waters?  It's Jenny.  Is Lou there?  I need to speak to him."

"Well he seemed pretty upset when he came in.  He ran straight to his 
room without stopping to say hi.  I'll see if he's ready to talk." 
Miss Waters didn't cover the receiver as she yelled out, "Lou, it's 
Jenny!"

Then Jenny heard something which hurt her.  She heard Lou yell back, 
"TELL HER I DIED!"

After a few seconds, Miss Waters said to her, "I'm sorry, dear.  Lou 
doesn't seem up to talking right now.  What happened tonight?  I've 
never seen him so distraught."

"I wish I knew, Miss Waters.  I wish I knew."

*******************

THE NEXT DAY, AT SCHOOL...

Jen had tried to meet Lou at his house and walk to school with him, 
as they did every day, but he had already left.  She ran to school, 
hoping to catch him on the way, but didn't see him.  When she got to 
school, she saw Lou packing his books into his locker.  "Lou!" she 
called out, but he acted as though he didn't hear her.

As she approached, he got the books for his first class, closed his 
locker, and started to walk away.  Jenny put her hand on his arm, 
stopping him.  "Lou, are you okay?"

Without looking back, he said, "Yeah, fine.  Why do you ask?"

"You're... so cold to me."

"Why should you care what I feel?"

That had hurt her more than anything else.  "Lou, how could you say 
that?"  She dropped her voice to a whisper.  "What happened last 
night?"

Lou's entire body tensed up.  He shrugged his arm violently, throwing 
her hand off of him.  Angrily, he yelled, "WHY DON'T YOU ASK YOUR 
FRIENDS?!" and stormed off.

Jenny was stunned.  In the entire two years she had known him, Lou 
had never raised his voice in anger.  Ever.  She had to find out what 
had happened.  Who was it that Lou had been talking with when they 
got separated?  Oh, yeah, Tracie, the girl with the passion for 
movies.

She skipped her first class and went to the art department where 
Tracie had her first class.  She found out that Tracie was in the 
theater screening a film.  She went to the theater and went inside. 
The theater was dark except for the light from the screen, but Tracie 
was the only one inside, and, thus, easy to find.  She came down and 
sat beside Tracie.  Tracie briefly looked at Jen before returning her 
attention to the screen.  "Hey, Jen, what's up?"

"Trace, last night something happened to my cousin, something pretty 
bad, and now she won't talk to me.  What happened last night?"

"Well, she seemed fine when I left her."

"Well, what was she doing when you left her?"

"Let's see.  Jack had just asked me to dance, but when I left her, 
she and... Elaine I think it was, had gotten into a debate as to the 
superiority of Impressionist over Surrealist styles of art as regards 
to expressing the hidden desires of the subconscious.  To be honest, 
it was way beyond me."

"Thanks."  Jen took off to find Elaine.  But from Elaine she was 
pointed to Samantha, on to Janine, and on through many others. 
Theresa had indeed, been the belle of the ball.

It took her till noon to find the final stage in the series of people 
Theresa had impressed last night.  It was Eliza, the hostess of the 
party, who provided the clue.  "Well, she had just helped me through 
a rough spot I was having with my Algebra.  I went off to do some 
hostess stuff, but when last I saw her, she and my brother, Travis, 
were headed to the dance floor.  I remember because I thought it was 
such a pity that she had hooked up with such a sleaze."

"Travis?"  Travis was the worst sleaze-ball in the school.  Problem 
was, Lou knew nothing about that.  Amongst the other guys, no one 
cared for Travis, but none of them knew just how bad he was.

She took off looking for Travis.  She found him in the gym, amongst 
some of the other jerks he hung out with, watching the school 
basketball team practice.  "Travis!"  The entire gym froze at the 
sound of her voice.  She walked up and confronted him.  "What the 
hell went on with you and my cousin last night?"

Travis just smiled.  "Let's just say I got to know her real up close 
and personal."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Despite being an athletic, strong man, Travis was not a "jock", nor 
was he one of the people who constantly harassed Lou, and since the 
top athletes in the school didn't like to advertise the fact that Jen 
could knock any one of them silly, he had no idea just how dangerous 
Jen was.  If he had, he might not have responded to the question by 
saying, "Let's just say that I found out that she had a powerfully 
nice and wet mouth last night.  Nice and hot."

"You... forced her to suck you off?"

Admittedly, Travis was no rocket scientist, but you'd've figured that 
he would've noticed something was wrong when every jock in the gym 
started moving away from him.  Some slow, some fast, but ALL moved 
away from him.  But, nope, he responded to that question by saying, 
"Oh, the little tramp wanted it.  I could tell."

A few people who were looking right at it saw Jen's hand clench into 
a fist, but Travis never saw it coming.  The doctor who treated him 
later determined that with the one punch, Jen had shattered his jaw. 
It was three months before he was able to even consider solid food.

Jen ran from the gym.  She had to find Lou.  She had to find him now!

The principal stopped her in the hall.  "Miss Lawrence!  Where's the fire?"

"Please, Mr. Jackson, I've got to find Lou Waters.  Do you know where he is?"

"I had to send him home."

"What?  Why?"

"Apparently he started a fight in the bathroom."

"Lou?"

"I was surprised as you were, but even he admitted it."

"What happened?"

"Some of the jocks that have been harassing him cornered him in the 
bathroom, started teasing him, and I guess the pressure just got to 
him.  He took one of the garbage cans and just hauled off and clocked 
the captain of the football team with it.  The others who were with 
him were so surprised that they just stood there and watched as Lou 
jumped on him and started pounding the tar out of him.  It took 
everything I had just to pull him off."

"Don't you know how those boys have been treating him up to now?"

"Yeah, and if I'd ever had proof, I'd've suspended the lot of 'em. 
It was only that previous history combined with Lou's previous record 
that convinced me not to suspend him for three days, as School 
District statutes recommend for the first time caught fighting."

"I got to talk to him."

"You can't leave campus."

Jen fumed a bit.  "Mister Jackson.  I just started a fight with 
Travis Beckman.  Clocked him a hard one."

"Well, since you confessed, I guess I can forgo the usual suspension. 
But I will have to call your mom, and send you home for the rest of 
the day."

"Thanks, Mr. Jackson."

***********************

LATER THAT DAY, AT LOU'S HOUSE...

Lou walked into the house, depressed.  Not that he was worried about 
what his mom would say.  Hell, for finally fighting back against 
those bullies, she'd probably take him out for dinner.

He was depressed about Jenny.  How could she have left him alone at 
that party last night?  Particularly dressed as he was?  Or at least 
warned him of who he should've avoided.  He had tried to say no, but 
he couldn't fight back.  Travis was too strong, too quick, and when 
he threatened to rip the dress from Lou's body, Lou had complied. 
After he was finished, Lou had run from the house in tears.  Stopping 
on his way back to Jen's house only long enough to throw up.

After Mr. Jackson had sent him home, he had taken the long way home, 
walking through the park, trying to clear his mind.  He finally got 
home, only to find it empty.  The phone machine had one message on 
it.  Lou played it, it was the principal leaving a message to his mom 
that he had sent Lou home early for fighting.  Lou left the message 
on the machine and went upstairs to wait for his mom to get home.

He walked into his room and closed the door behind him.  As he walked 
towards the bed, he heard from behind him, "Lou."

He turned.  Jen had been hiding behind the door, and had now 
positioned herself between him and the door.  He turned away from 
her.  "What do you want?"

"I talked to my friends.  I found out what happened.  I am SO sorry. 
If I'd've had any idea, I'd never have left you alone."

Jen couldn't see it, but Lou's eyes were starting to tear up.  "Why 
did you bring me to the party in the first place?  Why did you insist 
that I come with you?"

Jen stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.  He made 
no attempt to get away, but also made no attempt to reciprocate. 
"Lou, every time we're together, and one of my friends comes up and 
invites me to a party or something, then mentions, almost as an 
afterthought, 'Oh, you can bring your little friend along, too,' I 
see how much it hurts you.  I see how much you want to be a part of 
my world, and I want to share it with you."

"Why?  Why are you even my friend?"

"Lou, a few months ago, you asked me why women all seem to be such 
hypocrites.  You asked why they all say they want a kind, sensitive 
man, but always seem to go for the super-jock first when given a 
choice.  Remember?"

"Yeah.  You said you didn't know.  You had no explanations."

"Lou, I want a kind, sensitive man for my boyfriend, and, of all the 
things I've done, I have never said one thing, then done another."

Lou turned in her arms to face her.  "You want... me for a boyfriend?  Why?"

She looked into his eyes.  "Do you remember when you were learning to 
walk in heels, I said you were expanding your gait?"  Lou nodded. 
"Before I met you, I would've said that a gait was just that thing in 
the fence you walked through to get into the yard."  Lou had to smile 
at that.  "Before I met you, I never had an interest in poetry 
readings, or art exhibits, or even my grades.  To be honest, I 
started being nice to you because I kind of felt sorry for you, but 
you've given me so much; you've shown me a whole new world.  I just 
wanted to do the same for you."

Lou was flabbergasted and speechless.  Jenny took that opportunity to 
lean forward and kiss him.  It took him a few seconds, but he 
eventually responded and returned the kiss.  She slid her hands 
underneath his shirt and pulled it from his body.  He was wondering 
how far she was going to take this, when she whispered in his ear, 
"Help me out of my clothes."

He was shocked.  He managed to whisper, "I've never done this before."

She said, "Neither have I."

He started to help her out of her clothes.  When she was down to her 
panties and bra, he said, "Wait, I don't have a condom."

"Don't worry.  Mom insists I carry a supply in my purse.  And I've 
been on the pill since I was 13."

"She sounds cool."

"Nope.  Just freaked that I might get pregnant on her."

They undressed each other.  Lou carefully laid Jen back on the bed as 
he slowly explored every inch of her body, stroking her legs, 
abdomen, breasts, then finally working his way back down and 
fingering her cunt.  Her own hands found his cock and slowly stroked 
it from his semi-hard state to rock hard.

He then leaned forward and kissed and licked her cunt (finding that 
he really liked the taste of her).  She moaned, arching her back, and 
shoving her cunt into his face.  After a few seconds of this, she 
said, "Stick it in me.  I want you inside me."

"Where are the condoms?"

"I don't care about the damned condoms!"

Lou shook his head.  "No way.  It's safe sex or no sex."

Jenny uttered a cry of despair.  Had she not been so excited, she 
might've been able to convince him to take her condomless, but as it 
was, she had trouble even thinking straight.  She sat up, looking for 
her purse.  "It's over there, by the door where I was hiding."

Lou saw the purse, got it, found the condoms, ripped open a package 
and put one on.  He came back to the bed, lay on top of her and 
slowly guided his rod into her waiting cunt.  He reached the point of 
resistance which was her hymen.  He tried to take it gently, but it 
was no use.  Gentle wasn't going to do it.

"Ram it into me," she said.  "Take my virginity."

Lou pulled back until he was almost loose of her, then, in one mighty 
thrust, rammed himself home, ripping her hymen wide open.  She let 
out a cry of mingled despair and release.  He lay there, waiting for 
her to recover.  He didn't have to wait long and soon she was moving 
underneath him.  He reciprocated and soon they were moving together, 
not just having sex, but making love.  That was the first time for 
both of them, and amazingly, they came together that first time.

Afterwards, they lay together in the afterglow, kissing and holding 
each other until they fell asleep in each others' arms.

*****************

TWO HOURS LATER...

When Lou woke up, Jenny had already been awake for a little while, 
and he awoke to see her smiling face.  He would've been content to 
gaze at her for hours, and might have done just that had he not heard 
his mother's voice downstairs.

"Crap!"

"Is that you, Lou?  Why don't you and Jen get cleaned up and come on 
down here with us?"

They looked at each other, and said simultaneously, "Us?"

 From down below, Jen heard her mom's voice.  "I hope you used protection."

To which she could only respond, "Crap!"

They got cleaned up, and went downstairs, Jen in Lou's robe, Lou in 
his pants, expecting to get yelled at by their parents.  What they 
got surprised both of them.  Lou's mother started with, "Way to go, 
sport."

Jenny's mom just asked, "Did you use protection?"

Jenny gave her mom a confused look.  "Yeah, but you seem to be taking 
this in stride."

Lou's mom said, "Oh, please, like we haven't seen this coming for the 
last year and a half."

Jenny's mom said to Jenny, "When we got the call from your principal, 
saying that you had been sent home for fighting, but you never showed 
up at home, we figured you were back here together.  So we rushed 
here to find you two asleep together in bed, and figured you had 
finally done the deed.  And, Jennifer, I couldn't be happier at who 
you chose."

Jenny blushed.  Lou's mom said, "Why don't you two go upstairs and 
get dressed.  We'll go out for dinner."

Jenny and Lou walked out together, his arm around her shoulders. 
After they were out of earshot, Jenny said, "I just realized 
something."

"What's that?"

"I've got a boyfriend that my mother approves of.  How totally uncool."

Lou laughed.  "You're not thinking of breaking up with me already, are you?"

"No.  It's just kind of... creepy."

They walked a little further, and Lou stopped.  He turned back and 
looked at the kitchen where their parents were.  "What is it?"  Jen 
asked.

"Your mom said, 'We' were at her house.  I'm assuming she meant my 
mom and her by we."

"Yeah?"

"What was my mom doing at your mom's house?"

Jenny shrugged.  "She heard the message from the principal and when 
you didn't show up, she went looking for you."

"No.  She'd've played the message back and erased it if that were the 
case.  The message was unplayed when I got home.  You don't suppose 
they're... doing something... illicit, do you?"

"Not a chance."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Please.  Our moms have been carrying on a secret lesbian affair for 
the past two years?  Do you know how cool that would be?"

"So?"

"My mom doesn't do cool.  If she were more like your mom, maybe. 
But, no, my mom doesn't do cool.  Never has, never will."

Lou gave a short laugh.  "I suppose."

As they walked away, had they been paying attention, they would've 
heard Jen's mom say, "Stop that.  The kids are just in the next room."

And Lou's mom respond with, "I'm happy.  I want to kiss my 
girlfriend.  Is that so wrong?  Now pucker up, or I'm going right 
upstairs and telling our kids what we've been doing for the last year 
and a half while waiting for them to get together."

"You wouldn't dare!...  Okay, you would dare," followed shortly 
thereafter by the sounds of kissing.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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