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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mfF)  Chapter 20
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CHAPTER 20 

There was a lot of cheering and carrying on in the locker room. Most
of it was for me, but a lot of the guys who really know the game were
congratulating Kaz. Then the coach came in, and congratulated us on
the game. Then he did an odd thing. He stood next to me and held a
football over his head, and said, "This is the game ball. Who do you
guys think should get it?
There was a brief silence, and I grabbed the ball out of his hand,
held it for a minute, and flipped it to Kaz. 
The guys all cheered and gathered around him. The coach looked at me
and nodded his head. 

I got home and was relaxing when Bill called.
"Hey, ya wanna go to a party?"
"Sure, when is it?"
"It's tonight"
"Tonight! Isn't this kinda short notice? It's too late for me to get a
date."
"Well, Uhh, that's not a problem. My girlfriend Candy, has a friend
that would love to go with you"

Something smelled a little fishy about this, and I said, "C'mon Bill,
what's going on?" 

"Well, OK, here's the deal. She was supposed to go with another guy,
but he bailed at the last minute. So I mentioned you to her. She said
that she's in your math class, and would really like to go with you.
Her name's Donna Crane" 

"Oh! I get it. She just needs a last-minute date for the party,
right?" 

"Hey! Count your blessings! Do you wanna go or not?" 

I remembered Donna. She's a pretty brunette I'd seen around school.
I'd never talked to her because she always hung around with seniors,
and the word was that she had a steady boyfriend.
But I guess not. It seems that my success on the football field was
paying off, so I told Bill I'd think about it.
He gave me her number, and I said I'd call her and call him back, and
I went and talked to Amy. 

I said, "I've been invited to a party." 

She closed her eyes for a minute, then she said, "Please go." 

I said, "It's with a girl." 

She smiled slightly and said, "I know, Pete. I'm actually kind of
glad. I've been sort of dreading this moment, because I didn't know
how I would feel. But I'm OK. I want you to go on and have fun. If
something is going to happen with us in the future, it'll happen. In
the meantime, I'll be perfectly happy being your sister." 

When I called Donna, she apologized for recruiting me so late, but
said that she'd been planning to talk with me for a while, and this
would be a perfect time. I still figured I was being conned, but I was
flattered, and said I'd be glad to take her.
She gave me her address, and I called Bill and let him know. Then I
grabbed a quick shower, put on my "Cool" leather jacket and drove to
her house.
She met me at the door and she looked great. She said her folks were
out for the evening, and maybe when we got home later I could meet
them.

When we got to the party, it was in full swing. It was in a small
guesthouse behind a big place, not to far from where Ben lives. There
were about twenty people jammed into the living room and the music was
so loud it could have peeled the wallpaper. There was a huge Keg in
the corner, several bottles of Whisky on a table next to it, and a tub
full of Ice and soft drinks next to the table.
It looked like most of the people had been there for a while, because
there were a lot of half-empty glasses sitting around.

When we walked in, everyone greeted Donna, and a guy handed us each a
tall glass of something. When I tasted it I almost gagged. It must
have been half whisky. I raised my eyebrows at Donna and she tasted
it, grimaced and set hers down.
She said, "Let's dance" so we shouldered our way into the middle of
the floor and tried to keep up with the music.
It was a hard-rock tune, and Donna is one of those girls that doesn't
really dance, she erupts! Every part of her is moving, and they all
seem to be going in different directions. She leaps and twirls and
just watching her is exhausting. 

It was warm in the room, and the song was a long one. 
By the time it ended we were both perspiring, and Donna picked up her
drink and downed it one gulp. I was thirsty too, and drank about half
of mine. 

Bill and Candy were standing around talking, so we joined them.
Bill asked what we were drinking and when he saw Donna's empty glass
he fixed her another one. We danced some more, had a few more drinks,
and I remember that she was starting to look very good to me. 

All of a sudden there was a loud cheer, and we all looked at the door.
Gladys came in wearing a man's shirt and a mini skirt. The shirt was
tied under her boobs, and the top was open almost all the way. It
looked like she was drunk, and the way she was stumbling around, you
knew that any minute one of those big tits would fall out. Most of the
guys were grinning at her and most of the girls were glaring. 

But I wasn't interested in Gladys. I was getting more and more
interested in Donna and she seemed to be interested in me. So when I
suggested that we go somewhere more private, she took me by the hand
and led me toward a bedroom. When we got there, the door was locked,
so we went into the kitchen and sat down in the corner where it was
dark.

We started kissing and fondling each other, and I was working up
enough nerve to slide my hand under her blouse, when there was a
banging noise, and someone nearby said, "C'mon outta there, I gotta
take a leak". 

It was the unmistakably Gladys, and she was knocking on the door of
the bathroom that was next to the kitchen.
I tried to ignore her, but she kept it up. Finally she yelled "Fuck
You!" and staggered into the kitchen. 

It was dark where we were sitting, but she was outlined in the
doorway.
She looked around for a minute, belched loudly, and went to the
refrigerator and opened the door. When the light came on she had a
silly grin on her face. Then she giggled and said "Fuck-em" and pulled
out one of the crisper treys on the bottom.  

Donna and I stared wide eyed, as she turned around, pulled down her
panties and pee'd into the crisper tray.
When she finished, she didn't even close the door. She just pulled up
her panties and went back into the living room.
Donna and I watched the steam rising from the crisper tray for a
minute, then we ran into the living room, laughing hysterically. 

We hadn't been at the party long, but we had drunk a lot in a short
time. And one drink later, I began to realize that I was getting woozy
and I mentioned it to Donna. 
When I looked at her, her eyes were glassy, but she agreed with me and
we went outside to clear out heads.
It had been cool and overcast all day, and when we got outside it had
turned cold. But we were both hot and sweaty, so it felt good.

We started toward the end of the block and I saw that Donna was having
difficulty walking, so I put my arm around her.
By the time we got to the corner, she could barely walk, so we turned
around and started back.
We were halfway back when she collapsed against me. So I picked her up
and carried her to my car.

By the time we got there, she was completely passed out, so I loaded
her gingerly into the seat and buckled her in.
I knew I shouldn't be driving, but I was worried about Donna, so I
opened the windows to let the cold air into the car, and drove down
side streets to a quiet part of town.
I kept glancing at her, watching her head flop from side to side, when
I turned corners. 

Then I heard her stomach growl.
I quickly pulled over and ran around to her side of the car and opened
the door.
Her stomach growled again and I could see her begin to retch. So I
braced myself, and held her head, while she spit up a little.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and she seemed to settle
down, so I wiped her mouth with a tissue and got back into the car. 

We hadn't driven 50 feet when she exploded all over the front of her
dress and onto the floor of my car! 

I was beside myself! 
She was a mess, the car smelled awful and I had to do something quick,
so I found a closed gas station and pulled up next to a water hose.
Then I pulled her out of the car, set her on the ground and leaned her
against a gas pump.
The whole front of her dress was covered with vomit, so I held my
thumb over the end of the water hose and squirted her off. Then I did
the same to the (thankfully, Vinyl) front seat of my car. There was a
barrel full of used paper towels behind the station, so I used some of
them to wipe the seat and clean the floor. 

By this time I was sober, but I was scared. 
What was I going to do with her?
I was standing there thinking, when she started retching again.
Luckily for me she wasn't in the car, but I couldn't believe how much
came out. After she finished, I did the hose thing again, and by now
she was completely soaked, and it was getting colder.  

I began to worry about her catching pneumonia or something, so I
frantically looked around for something to cover her with.
Directly across from the gas station was a moving company warehouse,
so I ran over and looked around, and I was delighted to find a
discarded movers blanket.
It was old and torn up and pretty dirty, but it was dry, so I grabbed
it and ran back and covered her with it.
She was still passed out and her teeth were chattering when I lifted
her back into my car.
When I drove away, I was thinking that I was in deep trouble, and
wondering what I was going to do next, when I heard another noise.
It sounded like water running and I looked at her and watched the
blanket turn dark, while urine ran out from under it onto the floor. 

This couldn't be happening to me!! 

I drove back to the gas station, threw more towels on the floor of the
car 
and ran back across the street to find another blanket. 
But there wasn't any, so I just left her wrapped in the first one. 
I was really upset now. And when I left the gas station, I was driving
along thinking that things couldn't get worse.
I was wet, and freezing cold, but I couldn't close the windows and
turn on the heater, because the car smelled so bad I was afraid I
might throw up too. 

Then there was a noise, and another smell filled the car.
This was the final straw! I started cursing out the window, and I
drove back to the gas station.
I pulled her from the car and laid her on her back. Then I lifted her
dress, held my breath and pulled off her panties. Her pussy was right
there in front of me, but I never even looked at it. I began squirting
her off with the full force of the hose, then I turned her over and
did it a lot more.

I didn't even look to see if did a good job. 

When I figured it was enough, I hosed off the blanket, wrapped her in
it again and put her back in the car.
I was driving in a daze when she began to wake up. She looked around,
then she looked at me. I don't think she recognized me, but she said, 
"I don't feel good" and passed out again. 

With nowhere else to go, I drove to her house and pulled up about a
half block away.
This time when I looked at her, her eyes were open and she seemed to
be moving, so I asked her if she could walk. She kind of grunted yes,
so we got out of the car and started walking up and down the street. I
figured if we walked long enough, maybe she would sober up a little.
She looked awful. She was still wrapped in the sopping wet blanket,
her hair was sticking out at weird angles and she was barefoot. I
looked for her shoes, but I couldn't find them, so we just continued
walking.
We kept it up until she started shivering again, and suddenly I'd had
all I could stand.
I walked her to her front door, opened the screen and tried the door.
It was locked, so I pushed her against the front door and let the
screen close against her, then I rang the doorbell a bunch of times
and ran as fast as I could, to the car, and drove away.
 

7:30 AM, Saturday morning

I'm almost finished with the car. I washed it in and out, the floor
mats are hanging on the fence drying, and I'm putting ArmorAll on the
seats.
But I don't feel good. My stomach is upset, my head hurts, and I think
I may be coming down with a cold.
On top of all that, I'm worried about last night. 
Are her folks going to want to kill me or have me arrested? 

But I got the car put together in time to get to the airport, and I
watched a beautiful, smiling Sylvia come down the walkway.
She was dressed in a business suit and she looked like a million
dollars.
I had forgotten how beautiful she was, and for a minute I was shocked
and a little intimidated. But when she saw me, she ran up and planted
a huge wet on me and suddenly I felt a lot better. 

I threw her bags in the car and we started driving. 

Burbank Airport is in the middle of a large manufacturing area that
was once the home of the giant Lockheed Aircraft Company. Lockheed is
mostly gone now, but there are still many smaller aircraft parts
suppliers and manufacturers left. We made the rounds of several of
them and I watched a very different Sylvia at work, charming their
salespeople.
It seemed like every one of them would say it was going to take a long
time to fill her orders, but after a few words and smiles from her,
they would end up almost panting, and the delivery times would shrink
dramatically. 

When that was finished, she had me stop in front of a large Motorcycle
dealer.
We walked into the showroom and she asked for someone by name. 
A man came out of a private office and shook hands with her, and she
introduced him to me as "Hugh," an old friend. 

She said to me, "Herb and I decided to keep the bike at the house in
La Paz. So you get to pick another one. Take a look around and find
one you like." 

It was a multi-brand dealer, and suddenly I was faced with a sea of
shiny new motorcycles. 

Sylvia said, "Take your time, and she and Hugh sat down and began
talking. 

I was walking around looking at the bikes, when there was a loud
noise. 

A sleek looking bike pulled in, and a girl got off. She was dressed in
shorts and a man's shirt. The top buttons were undone, and two very
large breasts were trying to jump out. She had on a little 'beanie'
helmet, and long blond hair hung below it. 
She dropped to one knee, and was explaining something to one of the
mechanics, and I went over to look at her bike. The bike was
beautiful. It was jet-black, immaculate and had lots of chrome.
When I got close, she saw me looking at it and stood up. 

She's nearly as tall as I am, and has kind of a raw-boned look about
her.
But those great tits were pointing right at me, and it took will power
to tear my eyes away from them and look at her face. 

She took off her helmet and shook her head, and a mane of blond hair
fell nearly to her waist. Then she smiled at me and said, "Well, what
do you think of the bike?" 

I said, "It's really pretty, what kind is it?" 

She went into a long description. Most of which was over my head, but
it gave me a chance to look at her. She wasn't very pretty, but with
her long hair and those great tits, it made an attractive picture.
Especially when she turned slightly and I could see both cheeks of her
butt hanging below her very short, shorts.
I suddenly realized she had quit talking, and was looking at me with
an amused expression on her face. 

She said, "See something you like?" 

Thinking fast, I said, "I, uhh was just wondering how safe it is,
riding a bike in those kind of clothes." 

"Well, it's not safe at all, but I don't intend to fall down." 

Then she winked and said, "But if you want to, we can go for a ride,
and you can wrap your arms around me to keep me safe." 

I was flustered, and I was trying to think of something to say, when
Sylvia and Hugh walked up next to us.
Sylvia said, "Hugh tells me that you can't get a motorcycle license in
California, unless you take a riders course. Why don't you hold off
deciding which bike you want, until you get your license? The course
starts in two weeks. It's a two day course held on Saturday and
Sunday, and you're going to need a helmet." 

We tried on some helmets, and I picked out one. We were walking toward
my car, when a voice from over my shoulder said, "Don't forget that
ride!"  

I looked back and the Blond was staring at both Sylvia and I. When
Sylvia looked at her, the blond gave her a dirty look. 

Sylvia said, "What's that all about?" 

I shook my head and shrugged, and we drove back to my house. 

When we got to the house, Mom hugged Sylvia hello. Then she shocked me
a little, by pointing to the two girls and saying, "These are our
daughters, Erin and Amy."
It must have surprised Amy too, because she stared at Mom for a
minute, before shaking hands with Sylvia.
We all sat and talked for a while, then Dad left the table. A few
minutes later he came out in his uniform, carrying his suitcase.
He said he was leaving on a two day run, and asked me to walk him to
the car. 

When we got there he said, "Amy's doing better every day, but be
gentle with her"

He drove off just as Bill pulled up.
He said, "Hey man, what happened last night?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You guys disappeared. 

When Candy called Donna this morning, her Dad answered and said she
was sick" 

"Did Candy say Donna's Dad sounded angry?" 

"I don't think so, he told Candy that Donna was in bed when they got
home. Why do you ask?" 

Thinking fast, I said, "Well, uhh, she said she was coming down with a
cold, so I took her home. When she was getting out of the car, she
slipped and tore her dress." 

"Gee, I'm sorry it didn't work out. Candy told me she was a hot chick,
and I figured you were gonna get lucky." 

I thought to myself, "I did get lucky! Apparently she was able to get
into the house before her folks got home." 

Bill had to leave, and I went into the house. 
Mom and Sylvia were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, so I
sat down with them.  

Their conversation seemed serious, and Sylvia was saying,  "I don't
know what's going on with Kate, but every time I talk to her, she
seems different. One time she's more excited then I ever remember, the
next time, she seems vacant, and wants to hang up right away.  

Mom said, "Do you think she's ill?" 

"I don't know. Every time I ask her, she says everything is OK. But I
know it isn't. But let's change the subject for a minute. I'm on a
business trip, so this is on the company expense account. How about I
take everyone out for dinner tonight?" 

Mom called Erin and Amy into the kitchen, and we all said it was a
great idea. So Sylvia said that she would make the arraignments.
Then Mom pulled me aside and said, "We're going to a nice place
tonight.
Erin, Sylvia and I are going in our car, and I want you and Amy to
follow us in your car. I want you to be on your best behavior tonight,
because I want this to be very special to Amy. She's starting a new
life, and she's still a little frightened" 

I told her I would. 

I had some time before I had to get ready, but I was still worried
about what happened with Donna last night, so I called her. 
When she picked up the phone, she sounded awful. 
In a weak voice, she said "Hello"
"Hi, it's Pete. How are you feeling?"
"I have a terrible cold. How about you?"
"I'm Ok"
"Uhh, Pete, did we, uhh, do anything last night?"
Even though I knew what she meant, I said, "What do you mean?"
"Uhh, we didn't, like, Um, have sex or anything, did we?"

Thinking fast, I said, "Gosh no, Donna. You disappeared during the
party and I went looking for you. When I found you, you were sitting
on the lawn next door under the sprinklers. So I wrapped you in and
old blanket and took you home." 

"Did you see my shoes, or, uhh, like anything else?" 

"Gee, no. I looked for your shoes, but I couldn't find them. Are you
missing something else?" 

She didn't say anything for a minute, then she said,  "Pete, are you
sure nothing else happened? I can't uhh, find my panties." 

Suddenly I was scared. I knew the next thing I said was important. So
I thought for a minute, then in my sternest voice, I said, "Well it's
no wonder Donna. You threw them at that car full of kids that was
alongside of us on the way home." 

She must have dropped the phone, because her voice sounded far away
when she said "Oh my God," and hung up.
 

We were all getting ready for tonight.

The girls were in both bathrooms forever, but when I finally had a
chance, I took a shower. When I came out, Mom had laid out my suit.
 And by the time I was ready, they were all in the kitchen waiting.
Sylvia was still in her business suit, but she had on 'evening
makeup', and she looked great. Mom was in a sexy blouse and short
skirt, and she looked great too. But the biggest surprises were Erin
and Amy. 

Erin had on a nice blouse, a short skirt and high heels. Mom had done
her makeup. She has blue-gray eyes, and with her long blond hair and
her piercing eyes, she looked absolutely dynamite, and at least 20
years old.
Amy was also surprising. I had never seen her dressed up before, and
she was striking. She has a quiet quality about her that is very
appealing, and I was actually a little stunned.
I must have showed it, because when she saw me staring, she smiled. 

There is an old expression called, "My heart skipped a beat"
Well, I swear, when she smiled, it actually did. 

There is a place not far from us called "Universal City." It sits on a
hill and it's the home of Universal Studios, and the Universal Studio
theme Park. The area around it is full of restaurants and hotels, and
Amy and I followed Mom's car into the parking lot of a hotel.
It was beautiful inside and out, and the dining room was huge, and
packed with people. Once we were seated, Sylvia and Mom asked if they
could order for us. We said OK and they started bringing us all kinds
of delicious things. The main course was something called "Veal
Oscar." 
It was one of the most delicious things I ever ate.

There was a dance floor on one side of the room, and part way through
dinner a trio started playing softly.
We were almost finished with dessert when two guys came over and asked
Mom and Sylvia to dance. They declined, saying they were still eating,
but Mom surprised me by asking them to come back later.
When I looked at her, she just winked at Sylvia and said, "Hey, why do
you think we chose this place?" 

We had just finished our last bite when a very distinguished looking
man, about fifty years old, and a younger person came to the table.
The man said, "Hello, my name is Andy, and this is my son Dan. We were
wondering if some of you ladies would like to dance"
The son stared at Erin and held out his hand to her. 
I had never seen Erin act so cool. She didn't say a word. She just got
up and walked away from him to the dance floor. Then she stopped and
turned, waiting for him. His tongue was practically hanging out, when
he went to her and took her in his arms. 

Mom and Sylvia had been watching, and they both broke up laughing.
Then they both started to get up. But Mom put her hand on Sylvia's arm
and said, "No ya don't, this one's mine" and went to the dance floor
with the father. 

I wanted to dance with Amy, but I didn't want to leave Sylvia at the
table alone. I didn't have to wait long, before two guys practically
had a foot race to get to her. 

When I asked Amy to dance, she kind of squirmed and said, "Gee Pete, I
haven't danced much," but I assured her it was OK, and took her to the
floor.
This was a grown-up crowd, and the music was ballads and easy dancing
tunes. Amy wasn't very skilled, but she was a fast learner, and before
long we were moving smoothly around the floor.
I was surprised at how good it felt holding her, and we danced two
whole numbers without stopping. 
When the second song ended, I asked her if she would like to rest for
a minute, she said, "Pete, I could dance with you all night, but we
better see how the others are doing." So we went back to the table.
Mom was sitting with the father and son, but I noticed Erin wasn't
there. 
I looked around for her, and she was dancing with someone else.

The son was asking Mom about Erin, and I heard him explain that he was
a junior at UCLA, and I practically cracked up when I heard Mom tell
him that Erin was a sophomore at Berkley, home for the weekend. 

Just then Sylvia came to the table with the handsomest man I ever saw.
He was tall, and had slightly graying temples, and when he smiled, his
teeth almost sparkled. Something about him looked familiar, but I
couldn't place him
He seated Sylvia, then he looked at Mom.
It looked like he was going to ask her to dance, but just then the
trio started to play a Fox Trot. 

Mom stood up and said, "I promised my little brother a dance, and I
think this is it", and she held out her hand to me.
On the way to the dance floor I said, "Little brother eh?"
She grinned and said, "Shut up and dance. I'm having a good time." 

I think I mentioned that Mom and I dance well together and this was no
different. Before long the dance floor had even thinned out some, to
allow us more room. We were fairly flying around the floor, but
suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, and the handsome guy cut
in! 

Mom and I were both surprised as he swept her away from me, but he was
a very good dancer. Maybe even a professional, and they looked great
together. As they learned each other's steps, they got even better,
and it looked great.
I was actually a little peeved. Mom and I hadn't been showing our best
moves when he cut in, and I was temped to cut back in, when suddenly
the music stopped.
Everyone looked toward the band, and standing with them, with her back
toward us was a woman whose butt I would recognize anywhere. 

It was Kate! 

She was dressed in a filmy, almost see-through dress. The bottom was
very irregular, almost like it had been torn off. But the total look
was amazing, and it made her legs look a mile long.
Even from the back, she was dazzling. 

Then she turned around.
She had the "Look" on her face. It was the one that she and Mom get
when they are about to do something wild, and she started walking
toward Mom. 

The bandleader announced to the audience, that there was going to be
something special, and when Kate got to Mom, she pulled her away from
the handsome guy and everyone gasped when she kissed Mom full on the
lips. Mom's eyes got wide for a split second, then she returned the
kiss and they came over and got me.
The band started playing, and the three of us started into our
"Dance".  

It was great! I was having the time of my life and the three of us
were dancing like we were glued together. At one point in the dance, I
was holding Kate firmly against me. She had one leg wrapped tightly
around me, and she wasn't actually touching the floor. Mom was close
against my back, and the three of us were moving as one.
Then loud enough that only Kate and Mom could hear me, I said,
"Change" And I threw Kate into the air and turned around to Mom who
immediately wrapped her leg around me. When Kate landed, she was in
the same position Mom had been, a second before. 

We had practiced this a lot, but the timing had to be perfect, and it
didn't always work. But this time it did, and everybody started
clapping.
Dances like this are actually a lot of work, and require a lot of
concentration, and I was almost surprised when I looked at the face
before me and realized it was Mom.
She was pressed tightly against me like Kate had been, and our
crotches were grinding against each other. Her nose was almost
touching mine, and when I looked into her eyes, I forgot it was Mom
and I began to get hard.
The dance ends with a flourish that leaves one girl lying backward
across my knee and the other tightly clutching me from behind. It's
supposed to end with me kissing the girl who's across my knee. This
time it was Mom, but I couldn't help myself, and I bent and kissed
her. And it wasn't a little peck; it was a long erotic kiss that left
me hard as a rock. 

I thought she might be shocked, but when we moved apart, she had a
grin on her face. 

The place erupted, and the applause lasted until we got back to the
table.
Ben was standing there, smiling. And after we all hugged each other,
he said that Sylvia had called and said we were going to be here, so
they decided to join us.
I introduced Amy to them and we were excitedly talking, when the
handsome guy came to the table.

He asked, "Are you people professionals?"
When we shook our heads No. He said, "Here", and handed us some
business cards.
The card read, "Hollywood Talent", and the name Lance Sutherland was
on the bottom.
I showed it to Amy and her eyes got as big as saucers.
Then I recognized who he was. He's an actor who works a lot in TV and
the movies. I think he also has a permanent roll on a soap opera. 

When the band started again, he started to ask Mom to dance, but this
time Sylvia stepped in front of Mom and said, "Nope, I'm not done with
you yet" and she dragged him to the dance floor. 

Amy started talking a mile a minute. "Oh, my gosh! My Mom watches him
all the time on his TV show." Then she started listing all the movies
she'd seen him in. 

When the song ended, Lance and Sylvia came back to the table, and I
saw Mom say something to Sylvia, who in turn said something to Lance.
He nodded and came up to me and said, "I couldn't help but notice your
gorgeous escort. Would you allow me to ask her for least one dance?"
I smiled and said, "Well, I hate to be away from her that long, but
you may ask her"
He actually bowed to her, and said, "Please, beautiful lady, may I
have this dance with you?" 

I thought Amy was going to have a stroke, but she stood up and let him
lead her to the dance floor. 
They actually made a good-looking couple. And when the song was over
he brought her back, kissed her hand and thanked her.
Amy grinned for the rest on the evening. 

Both Lance and Andy spent the rest of the evening dancing with Sylvia
and Mom, while Andy's son, Dan, tried to monopolize all of Erin's
time.
Amy and I watched him trying to have an intimate conversation with
her. Just when things would seem to be going well for him, someone
would ask her to dance, and she would get up and go off with them.

It was driving him crazy, and it looked like he was getting a little
angry, so I leaned over to him and said, "Don't press so hard Pal,
she's married and has two kids, and she's just out to have a good
time." 

His face dropped a mile, and for a minute he looked like a hurt puppy.
But something in my face must have made him think I was kidding,
because he said, "You're bullshitting me, right?"
Just then Erin came back, and I said to her, "Erin, I told him about
your husband and the two kids. He thinks I'm kidding"
Erin said, "C'mon little brother, quit teasing him. I don't have any
kids. Why, I'm only a few months pregnant."
Then she sat on Amy's lap and said, "Isn't that right dear" and kissed
her on the cheek.
Now Dan knew that we were putting him on, and he wasn't happy about
it. So he got up and went back to his table amid roars of laughter
from everyone at our table. 

Ben and Kate danced a lot together, and I even got part of one dance
with her. She seemed bright and happy, but just as the song ended, she
put her head on my shoulder and said, "I love you."
The way she said it kind of startled me, but when I looked at her, she
seemed happy, so I said "I love you too."

We stayed until the band quit around one in the morning. Then Ben
invited everyone to his house for a nightcap. I felt pretty good, but
both Erin and Amy were yawning. 
I got up to go to the bathroom and on the way back to the table, Mom
met me and said, "We're going to Bens for a drink. Would you mind
taking the girls home, and drop Dan off on the way?" 

It wasn't really a question, it was an order. So I agreed and the four
of us left. Dan's house was on our way home. He sat in back with Erin
but he was very quiet. When he got out of the car he asked Erin if he
could call her.
She acted kind of shocked and said, "Why Dan, shame on you. I'm a
married woman."
We drove away laughing, and I asked why she didn't like him.
"Oh, he's geeky. He was trying to smooch me on the neck all night" 

It was almost two o'clock when we got home, and I was starting to get
sleepy. I went in and brushed my teeth, and when I went to my room,
Amy was standing there in her pajamas.
She said, "I had a great time tonight"
I said, "I did too"
"Is my being here, strange to you"
"Nope, I love you being here, and so does Erin."
"Am I like another sister to you?"
I took her in my arms and held her for a while, then I said, "Yes, and
a lot more."
"Will you let me get my head on a little straighter before we try to
take this to any other level?"
"Sure I will. Take all the time you need. This is your home now."

She went back to her room, and I think I was asleep before my head hit
the pillow. 

We all slept late the next morning. Amy was the first one up, and she
made some coffee. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but it tasted
pretty good. I got curious and peeked in Mom's room and my room. Both
women were sound asleep, so I started working on some homework. Amy
joined me a little later and we did homework together. 
We began to realize that it was actually fun working together. We had
papers spread around us and we were smiling and talking when Sylvia
came into the room.
I looked up at her as she came in, and for a moment she had an odd
expression on her face. Then she yawned and said good morning, and
went to get some coffee.
Erin left to go to Kelly's, and Amy and I did homework till about
noon, and then we had lunch. I asked Sylvia what time her plane left
and she said at 4 o'clock. Mom said that she and Amy had some shopping
to do, so she hugged Sylvia goodbye and they left.

They weren't all the way out of the driveway when Sylvia grabbed me,
kissed me and dragged me into my bedroom.
I had never seen her so anxious, and when I asked her why, she just
said, "I'm so horny I can't stand it, are we gonna talk or fuck" 
Never one to keep a lady waiting, I slipped on a condom and obliged
her. And before long we were screwing like a couple of rabbits. 
She was a madwoman, and I was in good mood, so I made sure I did a
good job, and it was over an hour later when we both collapsed. 

She said, "Whew! I really miss making love to you."

"What's the matter, Herb not taking care of you?"

"Nahh, he's been out of town for weeks, and after last night at Ben's,

 I was ready to climb the walls" 

I was sort of kidding when I said, "What's the matter, didn't Lance
take care of you last night?" 

"Well, I thought he would, but after we all went to our rooms, he
turned out to be a damn faggot! All he did was play with himself and
tell me about all the guys he'd been with." 

I started to giggle, but suddenly the "after we all went to our rooms"
part hit me, and I went kind of numb inside.
As casually as I could, I said, "So how did Mom and Andy make out?" 

"Pretty good I guess. She had a grin on her face when we drove home.
But I was so pissed off at Lance I didn't have a chance to ask." 

My mind was reeling. I guess I should have known. And then some other
situations began to come to mind. But soon it became too much for me,
and I forced myself to think about something else. 

I asked her, "Why did you look a little bummed when you saw Amy and I
doing homework this morning?" 

She was quiet for a minute, then she took my face in her hands, and
surprised me by saying, "Because I forget you're a high-school boy. To
me you're a man. A man I could easily love and build a life with. 
That's the way I think of you, and it was a shock to see you sitting
there doing homework." 

I was surprised and proud. But my heart went out to her and I hugged
her close for a while. 

I was on my back and she was lying next to me with one arm and one leg
across me, as though she was trying to touch our bodies together in as
many ways as possible. The expression on her face was distant, and
kind of sad. I was wondering what it would be like to be married to
her, and to see her like this every night. 
The thought was sobering, but at this moment, I felt like I would like
for it to be true.
As I thought about it my penis began to get hard, and when she felt
it, she bent and started to take me into her mouth.
Then suddenly she stopped and said, "Why is the hair so short down
there?"
I said the first thing that came into my mind, "Swimming team!"
She looked at me with an odd expression, but finally she just
shrugged. 

She sucked me until I got hard and it started to feel wonderful. I
thought about entering her again, but I didn't want to go get another
condom, so I pulled her over on top of me. Her pussy was slick with
her juices from our lovemaking and she smelled and tasted wonderful. I
put my nose as deep inside her as I could, and sucked her clit into my
mouth. Her pussy was a furnace and whenever I would breathe in, the
cool air would cause her to tremble. I began sucking and lashing her
with my tongue. She started to shake, and I could tell she was getting
ready for a big orgasm, and suddenly I was overwhelmed!
 
I wanted her! I wanted her whole body! I wanted to hold her in my
arms, and never let her feet touch the ground.
When we came, I pulled her so tight against me I couldn't breathe. But
I couldn't let her go, and finally, it was with desperation that I
forced her off me, and began frantically gulping for air.
She turned around and snuggled with her back to me, and we lay that
way until she quietly said, "Unbelievable." 

I was trying to think of a way to keep her in my arms, when she
started to get up. 

"She said, "It's getting late and I have to get ready or I'll miss my
plane." 

We reluctantly got up and jumped into the shower. We were in a hurry
and I was washing her back and admiring her cute butt, when I began to
get hard again. She felt it against her back, and turned around.

The look on her face was serious, when she said, "Don't Pete. Please
don't."

Concerned, I said, "Don't worry, I'll get you to the airport on time."

She said, "It's not that dear. If I don't leave now, I don't know if I
could leave you at all. And that would cause problems we don't need. 

We finished the shower and we're getting dressed, when I said,  "You
mentioned that there was something wrong with Kate. She seemed fine
last night" 

"She was, until we got to Ben's. We were sitting around talking about
the dance, and she suddenly got quiet and went to their room. I don't
know what's the matter, and she won't tell me." 

We threw her things in the car and started to get in, when she grabbed
me and we started kissing. I had to break several traffic laws getting
her to the airport on time. 

I was still in a pleasant daze on the way back from the airport, until
I remembered what she had said about Mom.
I thought about it the rest of the way home and for most of the night.
It was almost morning when I finally made a decision. 

I knew she and Dad loved each other, and I knew they both loved me. 
Screw it! What they did was their business, and I would just have to
deal with it.

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