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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mFF)  Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21
 
The next week went fast. 
Mom found a job at a local dance studio where she teaches every
Wednesday afternoon, Thursday evening and, sometimes, on Tuesday
evening if there's a full class. I drive Erin and Amy to school every
morning, but I had to be there early because of football practice. We
practiced after school as well, so they would catch a ride, use the
bus or walk. Because the girls started to complain about having to
hang around school in the morning Dad and Ben worked out something
with Amy's trust and they went looking for a car for her.
 
Amy seemed to be settling in to a routine. She visited her Mom a
couple times during the week, but when she came home she was usually
sad. When I asked her why and she said that most of the time her Mom
doesn't even recognize her. She seemed to spend a lot of time in her
room and I began to think of her as a very quiet person --until
Thursday. 
 
I was in class, when a lady from the office called me to come with
her. She said that Amy was sick and had asked for me. I went with her
to the nurse's office and Amy and Erin were both there. Amy was pale
and shaking and Erin was trying to comfort her.
 
I asked, "Erin, what's wrong with her?"
 
Erin looked rather uncomfortable and said, "She uhh, has some female
problems. I called Mom but she wasn't home, so I left a message. She
just called back and she's on her way over, so you can go back to
class if you want."
 
I tried to talk to Amy, but Erin shook her head and said, "Not now."
A few minutes later Mom came in. She talked to the nurse for a minute
then she took Amy and the two of them left.
 
On the way back to class I could see Erin was shaken, but when I tried
to ask her what was going on she just said, "Ask Mom."

I left right after school and took Erin home with me. When we got
there, Mom was in the kitchen, and as we walked in, she said, "I'm
glad you're both here, I want to talk to you."
 
She said, "Amy is sleeping. We just got back from the doctor and she's
going to be fine. But this could have been much more complicated. Both
of you are getting to an age when sex is becoming a significant part
of your lives and this should serve as a lesson to you both that
things can go wrong if you're not careful. 

"Pete, Amy was pregnant. She just had a miscarriage."
 
It was like someone had hit me in the stomach! I couldn't even think
for a minute. Finally I said, "But Mom, she told me she got her
period!"
 
"She lied so you wouldn't have to worry. She was going to go through
this whole thing by herself."
 
"Is that why you invited her to stay with us?"
 
"No, when we first asked her to live with us, she refused. We had to
pry it out of her."
 
"Oh my Gosh Mom! How could I have done this to her."
 
"You were both at fault. This time you dodged the bullet. Just make
sure there is no, 'next time.' " 
 
"Is she gonna be OK?"
 
"She's going to be fine. The doctor said there is nothing wrong with
her and that this just happens sometimes."
 
"What should I say to her?"
 
"Nothing. She knows we're having this conversation and she asked that
you not bring it up to her right now. If she wants to talk about it
sometime, she'll let you know. Pete, I don't think I've ever met a
kinder, braver girl. We're glad that she decided to be part of our
family. Now, while we're on the subject. Is there anything either of
you want to talk about?"
 
Erin said, "Uhh  -- Mom, can I get a diaphragm?"
 
"Are you having sex?"
 
"No, but what if I decide to?"
 
"I would hope that you would talk to me about it first. Especially
after what you've seen today. Is this a decision you want to make in
the near future?"
 
"No, but what if some boy talks me into it?"
 
"Wrong question dear. You're one of the strongest persons I know. No
boy is going to talk you into anything you don't want to do and I hope
that no amount of pressure from your friends is going to force you
into anything. 
If you want protection, there are better things nowadays than
diaphragms. If you feel you are ready, well talk about them. But I
would hope that you would talk to me before you made a decision to
have sex."
 
When I looked at Erin I saw a look I knew. When she makes up her mind
about something, it generally stays made. But I was confident that she
had listened to Mom and would do what Mom asked.
 
For the rest of the evening and long after I was in bed I thought
about Amy and what I had done to her. I knew that Mom said it was both
our faults, but I still felt responsible and I made myself a promise
that I would be a lot more careful in the future.
 
Amy didn't go to school on Friday, so she didn't go to the game. 
The weather was cloudy and cool, so a lot of people stayed away. I
didn't get to play a lot during the first half because we were so much
better then the other team that the coach was working on some plays
with Lyle. I caught a pass in the second half and ran for a touchdown,
but our other attempt at a flea-flicker didn't work because Vince got
sacked.
 
Towards the end of the game I saw Donna in the stands and I waved at
her. She looked away.
 
Amy was up watching TV when I got home. I wanted to say or do
something, so I sat down next to her and said, "Can I tell you how
wonderful and brave I think you are?"
 
She looked at me with a relieved expression on her face and said,
"Then you're not mad at me?"
 
I was floored, but I finally managed to squeak out, "How can you think
I would be mad at you? You were going through this whole thing by
yourself and I was going along as though nothing was wrong."
 
Suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore and I hugged her. She hugged me
back and we stayed that way for a while.
 
When we finally pulled back, she said, "I want to put this behind us.
Can we get on with our lives without this hanging over our heads?"
 
I nodded yes and went to my room feeling better then I had any right
to.
 
Saturday morning I was up early. I had promised Ms. Garmin I would
work on her fence today, so I gathered up some hand tools and drove to
the address she had given me. It was just a little past nine in the
morning when I pulled up to a small house about a mile from school and
knocked on the door. A man answered, dressed in a wrinkled undershirt
and sweat pants. He had at least a three-day growth of beard and he
was holding a can of beer.
After I introduced myself and explained why I was there, he pointed me
to a side yard where a length of fence had fallen. 
I went over and checked it out. It was an old wood fence full of dry
rot. There was really no way to fix it. It would be cheaper to replace
it.
I went back to the door and knocked again and this time Ms. Garmin
answered. She was obviously fresh from the shower, dressed in a
bathrobe, her hair still damp. 

I told her about the fence and she said, "I kind of thought it was
beyond repair. Let me show you a few other things that need fixing and
maybe you can give me an idea what it would cost to repair
everything."
 
We were in the bathroom looking at a leaking faucet when the guy came
in. The bathroom wasn't that big and he had to shoulder Ms. Garmin out
of the way to get past her. He just unzipped and started taking a
leak. Ms. Garmin looked at him with a horrified expression, and pulled
me out of the room. She started to apologize and I was telling her it
was OK, when I looked closely at her.
 
I never saw anyone look so sad, so quickly. Her whole body sort of
slumped and she looked ten years older. I don't know what made me do
it, but I put my arm around her and pulled her to me.
 
She stopped talking in mid-sentence and just stood there letting me
hold her.
 
When the guy came out of the bathroom I was still holding her. He
passed within two feet of us and never even looked. A minute later Ms.
Garmin pulled away from me and kind of shook herself. Then she went
back in the bathroom and we looked again at the faucet. We resumed
talking about the repairs as though nothing happened. 
 
After we decided what she wanted, we agreed on a labor price for
everything and she gave me some cash for materials. As I turned to
head out to my car, she caught my arm and said, "Thank you."
 
I was at the counter in the lumberyard, buying supplies, when a girl
from school named Molly approached me and asked if I could give her a
hand. I went to her car where another girl named Alice was struggling,
trying to get a large box on top of a station wagon. It wasn't heavy,
it was just bulky and hard to handle. Between the three of us, we were
able to get it onto the roof rack and tied down.

They thanked me and Molly said, "You seem to be doing very well at
football. You scored touchdowns in all the games so far. Are you
having a good time?"

I assured her that I was and we had a few more words and I went back
to the counter.
 
I was surprised and very glad that Molly remembered who I was. She was
a senior and one of the prettiest girls at school. She had transferred
to the school just this semister, but she was already very popular and
was expected to be a contender to be this year's Prom Queen. This was
unusual because she wasn't the typical blond with big boobs that
usually wins the honors. She was tall, almost five-eight, and appeared
to have a nice body; but one couldn't tell because she didn't dress to
accentuate it. Her face, especially her eyes, and how she carries
herself are what impressed people. When she strolled around school,
she didn't walk, she sort of flowed. Nothing jiggled and she didn't do
anything to call attention to herself; but whenever she passed by,
people would stop and watch her.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes; but "brown" really didn't
describe either one. Her hair was wavy with lots of highlights, and so
thick it almost looked like a mane. Her eyes were golden brown and,
when she talked to you, she stood very close, looking directly at you
without moving her head or blinking. By the time the conversation was
over, one felt hypnotized.  
 
I picked up the supplies and went back to Ms. Garmin's. When I got
there I started taking down the old fence. Before I knew it, it was
noon and she came out with a tray of sandwiches and cokes.
 
She joined me for lunch. As we sat eating and talking  I had a chance
to look  her over. She appeared to be in her late forties, maybe
fifty. Her face was very plain and slightly lumpy. Her body was almost
straight up and down, without a discernable waist. I had seen her in
the pool where she looked very strong and athletic, but not very
attractive.
 
As I searched her face for something that was at least pleasant, she
caught me studying her and said, "Do you think Julia Roberts has
anything to worry about?"
 
I was momentarily flustered. As I searched for a response, a voice
from inside the house yelled, "Hey, gimme another sandwich."

She dropped her eyes for a minute, then she got up and went inside.

I worked until almost dark, digging postholes, setting posts, cutting
and painting boards for the fence before I left for home. When I
arrived nobody was there; but there was a message on my dresser from
Mom saying that she and Dad were at the movies, Erin was at Kelly's
and that Tess had picked up Amy. I was tired so it was nice to be home
in a quiet house. I took a long shower, put on some old gym shorts and
grabbed some cold chicken from the fridge. I was lying on the couch
watching TV and dozing when Amy came in with Tess.
 
They just waved as they passed me and Amy took Tess into her room was
excitedly showing it to her. A few minutes later they came back out
and I noticed Amy eyes were shining. As they came over and stood in
front of me, Amy said to Tess,  "Have you ever been introduced to my
brother Pete?"
 
I was a little embarrassed, partly because I was only dressed in
shorts and partly because I'd talked to Tess about Amy's situation
without Amy knowing about it. I was anxious about her reaction; but I
stood up and faced her as though meeting her for the first time. Tess
put out her hand for me to shake and said, "It's nice to meet Amy's
brother."  

When I reached to shake her hand, she leaned forward and kissed me on
the cheek. I was surprised and, when I glanced at Amy, she was smiling
broadly.
 
Then Tess hugged me and whispered, "Thank you, I've never seen her so
happy."  
 
We watched TV together for the rest of the evening. I kept dozing off
until, finally around ten o'clock, Amy insisted I go to bed.
 
The next morning I headed back to Mrs. Garmin's house, arriving about
nine. When I knocked on the door I could hear an argument going on. I
was going to knock again when I heard a loud "smack." Then the door
flew open and the guy came lumbering through, almost knocking me down.
I stepped back to let him by but, instead of walking around me, he
glared at me and made an effort to ram into me. It caught me by
surprise, but I was quick enough that I moved out of his way. In a
flash of irritation I stuck my foot out as he passed sending him
sprawling head-first onto the front lawn. He started cursing me and
telling me what he was going to do me, as he tried to get up. 
 
I knew this was trouble, but it was too late to avoid it. I went to
him and stood over him with my fists clenched. We weighed about the
same, but I was a good four inches taller and a lot younger and
stronger then him so, when he finally got up, he glared at me and just
said, "Fuck you, Punk!" and limped away.
 
When I turned back to the door, Ms. Garmin was standing there. Her
hair was askew and the side of her face was red. I went to her to
apologize for what had just happened but, when I got close, she threw
herself into my arms and started crying. I held her until she calmed
down, then I walked her into the house and headed her toward the
bathroom. She went in and closed the door while I went outside and
started working on the fence.
 
A while later, she came out and walked over to me without saying
anything.
 
She finally said, "Fred's not a bad guy."
 
"How often does he hit you?"
 
"Almost never."
 
"Was it because I was holding you yesterday?"
 
"I don't know. Maybe."
 
"Why do you put up with it?
 
She put her hand on my arm and said, "He's actually a good man. He
worked as an inspector at an aircraft plant for twenty seven years.
One day they came in and said they were downsizing and laid him off.
And two days later they hired two guys to take his place. He was
devastated. That was two years ago and he hasn't worked since."
 
"Has he tried to find work?"
 
"Yes, but things are slow in the aircraft business and that's all he
knows."
 
I didn't know what else to say so I continued to work on the fence.

A moment later she said, "Uhh, Pete?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"That business in my office with Lenny Maxfield --"
 
"It's OK, Ms. Garmin. It's none of my business."
 
"I know, and you've been wonderful about not mentioning it to anyone.
You deserve to know why it happened.
My husband and I haven't had sex since he got laid off so I've been
masturbating to relieve my sexual tension. One day at school, when I
thought no one else was around, Lenny caught me touching myself. He
forced himself on me but, instead of screaming and pushing him off, I
let him. Now he wants it all the time and says that if I don't, he'll
tell the school board and I'll get fired. This job is all Fred and I
have and I can't afford to lose it."
 
"But, if he tells, he'll lose his job too!"
 
"He says he doesn't care. He's ready to leave anyway."
 
"Do you want me to talk to him?"
 
"No, it wouldn't do any good and he might get mad and tell on me out
of spite."

At that point her embarrassment overcame her and she fled back into
the house. A little later her husband returned and went into the house
without a glance in my direction.
 
I completed the work just after dark.  I was headed toward my car to
leave, when her husband came back out and approached me with his hand
stuck out in a gesture of peace.

He said, "My wife says I behaved like an ass and I should apologize to
you."
 
I shook his hand and said, "Apology accepted, but please don't hit her
any more."
 
"I won't. It's just that I get frustrated sometimes."
 
"Have you tried to get other kinds of work?" I asked.
 
"Yes, I'll take anything. But it hard for a fifty-five year old guy to
find work that pays anything at all."
 
I drove home feeling very sorry for him.
 
When I got home, everybody was out front gathered around a Honda
Civic. Amy was sitting inside it, beaming. 
Dad and Ben had found it for her and arraigned for the trust to buy
it.
She insisted that Erin and I get in and go for a ride. We sped off
down the street with Amy talking a mile a minute about how happy she
was. Erin was saying what a great day it was and how good news came in
bunches. I asked her what else happened today and she said, "Why, the
news about the wedding and the baby and all!"
 
I said, "What baby! Who's getting married?"
 
She said, "Aunt Kate and Ben are getting married and they're going to
have a baby!"
 
I was stunned. The thought of Kate being married just didn't seem
possible and suddenly my mind was filled with pictures of her  --. her
incredible face, her beautiful naked body!! Pictures of her at
Sylvia's, on her bed at home, on the hill behind her house, they all
filled my head till I thought it would burst. Didn't she tell me just
last weekend that she loved me? How could she do this to me? Knowing
that she was a lot older then I was, I knew that there was no chance
of us being together permanently and I know I shouldn't feel this way;
but somehow I felt betrayed.  I hadn't thought about Kate a lot lately
because of school. Now I couldn't think of anything else and for the
rest of the evening I was in a terrible mood.
 
Amy said she would be taking Erin to school from now on, so on Monday
I got to practice early. We didn't do a lot of physical things in the
morning. We would study plays and the assistant coaches work with the
different groups of players.  Tim had returned to football but I
hadn't talked with him much. The few times I had, he seemed like a
nice guy. That morning we were seated next to each other as the coach
was berating him for missing a tackle at last week's game. 

Thinking back about the play I suddenly realized what had gone wrong.
I put up my hand up and said, "Coach, it wasn't Tim's fault. I wasn't
where I was supposed to be. He had to dodge me in order to get to the
guy."

The discussion went on for a few minutes and ended up with the coach
getting on my case. On the way back to class, Tim gave me a ' thumbs
up' and said, "Thanks."
 
The bad mood about Kate carried over into my morning classes so I
wound up sitting by myself in the lunchroom when someone took me by
the arm and shook me. Startled, I looked up into the beautiful eyes of
Molly.
 
She said, "I've been talking to you and you don't answer me. Is there
a problem?"
 
"Uhh ... gee, Molly, I'm sorry. I was thinking about something at
home. Is there something I can do for you?"
 
She sat down and got a serious look on her face. "You remember my
friend Alice don't you?"

I thought about the mousy girl that was usually with her. She was a
short, slightly overweight girl who seemed to always be there when
Molly was around.
 
I said, "Sure. Why?"
 
Molly got a furtive look on her face and said, "Can you promise to
keep a secret?"
 
I was suddenly amazed and proud that this great-looking, popular girl
would take me into her confidence and I said, "Of course! Why?"
 
"Alice's boyfriend and I have been seeing each other and I think she
may have found out. What do you think I should do?"
 
I was confused. I hardly knew her. Why was she asking about this
personal matter? I thought for a minute and said, "Molly, you're so
beautiful, you have your choice of anyone at school, why pick on your
friend's boyfriend?"
 
She smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, but there's
something about him I like. And I usually get what I like."
 
Her words shocked me and turned me off, so I said, "Well, it's
something that you'll have to work out I guess." and I turned away.
 
Without saying anything else, she got up and walked away.
 
As I sat wondering what had just happened, Alice walked up and sat
down next to me.

She said, "Hi, I'm Alice. Can I talk to you for a minute?"
 
I said, "Sure." and began to introduce myself.
 
She said, "I know who you are, I watch you play football. I have
something personal to talk to you about. I just saw you talking to
that bitch, Molly. Did she say anything about me?"
 
"No," I lied, "Your name didn't come up. Why?"
 
"I think she's been seeing my boyfriend. Have you heard anything?"
 
Molly's arrogant attitude bothered me, but I had given my word to not
say anything so I just shook my head.
 
She said, "There's something else I'd like to talk to you about. Would
you meet me after school?"
 
I said OK and we agreed to meet at my car after practice.
 
When was over and I was waiting there, both Alice and Molly came up.

Molly said, "Well it looks like you can be trusted to keep a secret.
Exactly how trustworthy are you?"
 
I said, "OK girls, what's going on?"
 
They both came closer and Molly said, "I'm serious. If I tell you
something very delicate will you promise not to tell anyone and can
you keep that promise?"
 
I was getting a little peeved but curious, so I said, "Yes Molly, you
have my word."
 
She pulled a photo from her pocket, handed it to me and said, "Look
familiar?"

The picture was of a boy a little older than me. He had dark hair and
he was standing against a wall, facing the camera with his arms at his
sides. And he was naked!
 
I looked at Molly and before I had a chance to say anything, she said,
"Look closer."
 
I studied the photo. He was built about the same as me and I was
trying to figure out what was going on, when I think I understood.
Except for the dark hair, he looked a lot like me!
 
Molly said, "Are you bothered by naked people?"
 
I shook my head no.
 
She said, "Would you like to make $300?"
 
I said, "Sure, when?"
 
"Right now. Can you call home and tell them you're going to be late?"
 
"How late?"
 
"About three hours --and there'll be food there."
 
"No problem."
 
She said, "OK, here." And handed me an address.

Then she said, "Alice will ride with you and tell you what's going on.
I'll meet you there."
 
As she walked away, Alice and I got into my car. I stopped at a
payphone and called Mom and told her I was going to be late so not to
wait dinner, then Alice directed me to an industrial part of town.
 
I said to Alice, "OK, what's going on?"
 
Alice said, "Have you ever seen the girls on the computer porn sites?"

I said, "Sure."
 
"Well, here's the deal. We're going to a studio where they film those
things. Molly's partner is the guy in the photo and they are almost
finished with a 'book,' but Molly's partner, Stan, was involved in a
car wreck yesterday and he's in the hospital. She needs someone to
fill in for him and you look a lot like him. A book is a sequence of
shots showing people in intimate scenes. When a book is complete, they
try to sell it to adult magazines. If the magazine buys it, they can
make pretty good money. If not, they sell it to a web site for showing
on the net. It doesn't pay nearly as much, but it's still not too
bad."
 
Wide eyed, I said, "You mean I'm going to have sex with Molly on
camera? What if my folks find out?"
 
"First off, you're not going to have sex. This stuff is all simulated.
Secondly, almost nobody pays much attention to the guy and besides,
they're going to color your hair dark to match the other guy and
they're going to keep the camera away from your face. Oh, and one more
thing. You have to be eighteen to do this, so you're going to pretend
to be the other guy. If anyone asks you, be sure to tell them your
name is Stan and you're eighteen."
 
I was wary --and excited. This was kind of crazy, but at least I might
get to see one of the girls I'd had fantasies about without any
clothes on.
 
We pulled into a warehouse area. It was modern and clean. There were
rows of one-story buildings with roll-up doors. Some of them had small
signs advertising, shoes, women's dresses etc.; but there were no
showrooms.
 
We went through a plain door that had a small sign on it that read,
"Delight," and past a small office where a little gray-haired lady was
sitting at a desk littered with papers. She smiled at Alice but when
she saw me she said, "Alice, is his driver's license on file?"
 
Alice said, "Yes Mom, it's Stan. He's worked here before."
 
She said, "OK, dear," and went back to her desk.
 
There was a small lobby and a table with some sandwiches and soft
drinks on it. Alice and I each grabbed a sandwich and a coke and we
sat munching them.
 
I said, "Is that your Mom?"
 
"No, everybody calls her Mom. They like her because she's good with
paperwork, but she's so nearsighted that I doubt she knows half of
what goes on. The one iron rule is nobody here is under eighteen."
 
"Are you and Molly both eighteen?"
 
"Yes, our birthdays are two months apart."
 
"But why the strict rule? I thought you said there was no sex here?"
 
"I said there would be no sex with you and Molly! She's only into
photos and stuff, but there is a lot of sex here. This is where they
film X-rated movies and lots of other things."
 
When we finished our sandwiches, we walked down a long hallway. On
each side there were doors and nearly all of them were closed. Each
door had a little gold star on it with a girl's name under it.
 
Alice saw me looking and stopped at a door that was open. The room was
small and there was a single bed against one wall. It was bright and
the walls were painted a cheerful yellow. There was a nightstand next
to the bed with a computer on it and, on the opposite wall, a table
held a camera on a tripod and some electrical equipment. In a tray
next to it were a bunch of dildos, vibrators, some other weird looking
things,
and a collection of plastic fruit.
 
Alice said, "These are 'request' rooms. After you join one of the web
sites, you see a bunch of pictures of girls. You pick one out and they
send you to the girl's web cam. Then for so-much-a-minute you can talk
to them. Or, for more money, you can ask her to do something to
herself and, if she's into it, she'll do it. Depending on the site,
they either bill you by the minute or they'll sell you blocks of time.
The billing is all handled by the website."
 
I said, "Do the girls make a lot of money?"
 
Alice grinned and said, "Depends on how good an actress she is. I did
OK last year."
 
"Does Molly do this?"
 
"Nah  -- she's too beautiful for this. She can make more money if she
sells one book than I can in six months."
 
"Does she make a lot of books?"
 
"No, even as beautiful as Molly is, a girl can only sell so-many books
a year. The magazines always want fresh faces. The only way for her to
go farther would be to go into full-fledged porn and she won't do
that. Besides, she's only been doing this for a little while."
 
My head was spinning as we went into a large, brightly lit bedroom
with three walls which were covered with wallpaper. It contained a
king-size bed which had a beautiful bedspread on it. There were
pictures of landscapes on the walls surrounding the bed and, on each
side of the bed, were antique end tables with fancy lamps on them. The
room looked like it was in a mansion, except that it had no ceiling.
 
On the wall facing the bed there was a table with four motor-drive
cameras on it. A woman and two men stood near the cameras, talking.
The woman looked at me, smiled, and said to Alice, "Boy, you weren't
kidding. He does look like Stan."  

Then she said to me, "Hi, I'm Bonnie, follow me."
 
Alice and I followed her through a room that looked like a beauty
parlor. There were sinks and chairs along one wall. The sinks were the
kind that have a place to put your neck while they wash your hair.
There were dressing tables along the opposite wall. Twenty people sat
around the room. Half were girls, some of them were very beautiful.
They were dressed scantily in thin robes or just their underwear. 
 
We went through that room on to another one that looked like a men's
locker room. There were lockers along one side and a long shower on
the other. A guy and two women were taking showers.
 
Bonnie said, "Take a quick shower, wash your hair and meet me in the
other room."
 
Alice looked at me and said, "OK, this is your last chance to back
out. We really need you bad, or we wouldn't have asked you. I need you
to know that if you decide to leave, Molly won't be able to sell her
book. If that happens, she'll not only lose any potential money, but
she'll have to pay for the rooms and photographers that she used for
the first part."
 
I said, "So what am I expected to do?"
 
"All of the exterior shots are done. These are the final ones where
you and she are supposed to be making love. You won't really be doing
it, but they'll place you in positions where it'll look like you are."
 
I stuttered, "Will I -- uhh  -- have to be hard?"
 
"Don't worry, they have people who take care of that."
 
"What! How do they do that?"
 
"There are people called 'fluffers'. It's their job to keep you
interested."
 
"But how?"
 
"Trust me, you'll like it! Now, how about it? Are you ready?" 
 
I must admit I was intrigued, and by this time I was horny, so I
nodded my agreement.
 
She said, "Great!" and kissed me on the cheek. Then she said, "OK,
take off your clothes and give them to me."
 
For a minute I was stunned, but Alice seemed to know what she was
doing.  As I started taking off my clothes, I kept looking at the two
girls in the shower. By the time I pulled my shorts off, my cock was
pointing straight out. 
 
Alice grinned and said, "You'll do just fine." and began hanging my
things in a locker.
 
After a quick shower, I stepped out and Alice handed me a thin robe.
We went into the room next door and Bonnie was standing by a chair
with a picture in her hand. She motioned for me to sit and handed the
picture to Alice who held it while Bonnie looked at it and trimmed my
hair.
 
I was going to protest, but I figured it was too late now. 
 
When she was done, she took me to one of the sinks and told me to take
off the robe. I sat in the chair feeling self-conscious while she
mixed up a batch of something.
 
Alice said, "Don't worry, it is a temporary dye. It'll wash right out
when you're finished."
 
Alice helped Bonnie as she turned my blond hair to black. She even did
my eyebrows. Then she blew my hair dry and combed it. While she was
doing it, a string of really good-looking girls were walking around.
Most of them had little or no clothes on keeping me in a constant
state of arousal. When she was finished, she held up a mirror. The
effect was amazing  -- I looked very different.
 
Alice said, "What about those blue eyes? Are you going to get him some
contacts?"
 
Bonnie pointed to my swelling cock, grinned and said, "Don't worry,
nobody's going to be looking at his eyes."
Then she started putting makeup on me. She outlined my eyes, put blush
on my cheeks and a dash of lipstick. Then she stood me up and powdered
my upper body and around my cock.
 
I turned to a mirror and was astonished by what I saw. This time I
looked like a completely different person. I looked ten years older
and the dark hair actually made me look kind of sinister. I slipped on
my robe as Alice thanked Bonnie, and she led me back to the bedroom.
She stopped at the door and said, "Have a good time. If you get
nervous, pretend everybody has their clothes on." 
 
I heard her laughing as she left. I guess it was some kind of a joke.
 
I was standing there wondering what to do when a woman came in. She
was wearing a sarong thing and she was topless. She came over to me,
put her hand on my cock and said, "I think you're going to be fine. If
you have a problem, I'll be right here." Then she bent down and kissed
it right on it's head.
 
I thought to myself, "Well, now I guess I know what a 'fluffer' is."
 
But soon all thoughts of a Fluffer became secondary and my cock
sprang-up like a flagpole when Molly came in. She was so absolutely
spectacular I was thunderstruck!! Her hair was a mass of waves around
her head. Her eyes were almond shaped and there was slight purple
tinge on her lids.
A guy followed her in, and as she stood in front of me and looking
directly at me, he slipped off her robe. Her breasts were perfect and
her high mounted nipples were a deep red , sticking out like erasers.
Her mound was shaven smooth and her outer lips protruded slightly. I
was mesmerized! Her body didn't have a blemish or dark spot anywhere.
I didn't know if it was makeup or not, but I didn't care. This was a
beautiful creature and I couldn't stop staring. 

They went to the bed. She lay down and I watched in awe as he placed
her in several sexy positions. Then he looked at me and said, "Hi,
I'll be directing this scene. As soon as you start to breathe again,
I'd like you to come over by the bed. Don't touch the bedspread; I
don't want makeup all over everything. When you get here, just stand
still."
 
I walked to the bed and was staring at Molly, when suddenly the
cameraman started clicking away at her. 
 
The director said, "Quit wasting film. I know she's beautiful, but we
have all the shots of her we need and we only have this room for an
hour. These are all going to be 'two shots' and remember, try to keep
his face out of it."
 
The next hour was like a dream. It was like an orgy, except we never
touched each other. I was positioned over her, next to her, under her
and behind her. Sometimes she grimaced, as though I was deep inside
her, other times her head was thrown back and her mouth was open, as
though she were in the throes of orgasm. The cameraman was a
contortionist who got in a hundred different positions looking for the
perfect shot. I got so used to the 'click, click' of the camera that I
didn't even hear it anymore.
 
I was glad they didn't shoot my face, because I couldn't take my eyes
off her. She was incredible. I wanted her so bad it was driving me
crazy and I wanted her right now. Towards the end, we took a short
break as both Alice and Bonnie came in. Bonnie was touching up our
makeup while the director spoke quietly with Alice. Then Alice went to
Molly and they talked for a minute. 

Alice seemed to be making some suggestions to which Molly nodded her
head in agreement. Then Alice came to me and said, "He wants to do
some contact shots. You'll actually be touching her, but I want you to
be very careful, OK?"
 
I said, "Uhh, yeah, I guess. What do you mean, 'Be careful?' "
 
"Just do what I say and no more."
 
For the next ten minutes we got closer. Molly actually touched my
cock. She held it close to her open mouth and at one point pulled the
head inside, but didn't touch it with her lips. They took a dozen
shots of my tongue a quarter inch from her pussy, without me actually
touching her. Several of those shots looked like she was holding her
pussy apart, but she was actually holding onto her knees to keep her
legs spread. The fingers holding the lips of her pussy apart were
Alice's. My face was an inch away from her beautiful pussy. I could
almost see inside it and I was so turned on I nearly came.
 
Next the director had Molly get on all fours. I got behind her and
Alice slowly pulled me toward Molly's behind until my cock was
actually touching her rosebud. The camera clicked a bunch of times.
Then Alice wiped my cock with a chemical pad and pulled me forward
again. 

She whispered, "Don't push!" and she pulled the outer lips of Molly's
pussy apart and placed just the tip of my cock between them. I tried
to hold still while the camera went click a bunch of times, but after
a minute I couldn't stand it anymore and my cock jerked out of her all
by itself and I came all over her butt.
The director yelled, "Don't move!" to us. 
 
The camera had been about six inches away when it happened and, from
the sound of the repeated clicks, I knew its motor drive had followed
the whole thing.
 
The director said, "Great finish people!" Then he and the cameraman
started gathering up everything.
 
Molly and I still hadn't moved. She looked around at me as a grinning
Alice started wiping her back and butt with the chemical pads. She had
an odd look on her face. I was terribly embarrassed and I tried to
stammer out an apology, but Alice said, "Go take a shower and get
cleaned up. I'll meet you in the lobby."
 
I was taking a shower and washing the black stuff out of my hair when
Molly came in. She went to the other end and, as she was washing, I
could see her sneaking glances at me. I wanted to go to her and
apologize for what happened, but I was too embarrassed, so I finished
up and joined Alice in the lobby.
 
We sat and, as we each had another sandwich, Alice counted out three
hundred dollars in twenty-dollar bills and handed them to me. Then she
said,  "If the contact set sells, there's another two hundred in it
for you."
 
As she was counting, I sat watching her. She had nice features, but
she was a little overweight with thin, kind of frizzy hair. I got the
feeling that she wouldn't be bad looking if she dressed a little nicer
and wore some make-up.
I put the money away and thanked her. 

Then I said, "Are you going to tell me why you and Molly are doing
this?"
 
"Why, for the money of course."
 
"There must be more to it than that. You said you could make lots more
if you went into porn. Aren't you lovers?"
 
She was about to answer when the Molly I knew from school walked up.
She was plainly dressed. Her hair was damp and pulled back into a bun.
She wasn't wearing make-up, but she was still breathtakingly
beautiful. I was still embarrassed. I stood up as she approached and
started to apologize; but she stopped me in mid-sentence. saying, "You
don't have to apologize. I was flattered that you were so turned on.
To tell the truth, I was turned on too."
 
Alice said to Molly, "He wants to know if we are lovers."
 
My heart kind of sank when Molly put her arm around Alice, kissed her
on the cheek and said, "Yes Pete, we do love each other."
 
I guess my disappointment was obvious because they both laughed at me.
Then Molly said, "We're sisters!"
 
I don't know why I felt so relieved. I knew I didn't have a chance
with beautiful Molly. I guess it was the thought of her being a
lesbian somehow dampened my fantasy about her.
 
Then I looked at both of them and said, "So you're twins?"
 
Molly looked at Alice and Alice nodded. So Molly said, "You helped us
out tonight, so I guess you deserve an answer. We're actually half
sisters. Same dad; different moms."
 
I thought for a second and said, "But you're the same age?"
 
They began to look uncomfortable, so I said, "Wait a minute. This is
none of my business. Please pardon me for asking. Let's change the
subject."
 
A relieved-looking Alice said to me, "I have some stuff to do. Would
you give Molly a lift home?"
I said I would and the two of us walked to my car.
 
There was kind of an awkward silence as we drove until Molly said,
"Are you shocked about tonight?"
 
"I won't pretend that I'm not, but I sure had a great time."
 
She smiled and said, "You mean you don't mind spending the evening
with a naked girl and leaving without a reward? Isn't it frustrating?"
 
I smiled and said, "Getting to spend an evening with you, naked or
not, is reward enough."
 
She looked a little surprised and said, "Why Pete! That's a wonderful
compliment. How old are you?"
 
"I'll be seventeen in a few weeks."
 
"You seem to be comfortable being naked around women. Why is that?"
 
"It's  -- uhh  -- been an interesting year for me and I've had some
wonderful teachers."
 
"Well, you were great tonight and I really want to thank you."
 
I thought for a minute and I said, "Molly, I'd like to ask you a
question. Alice was super-careful about telling me to be gentle with
you. She made very sure I didn't enter you, and you never touched me
with your lips. You don't have some kind of disease do you?"
 
She seemed a little unsure how to answer. She paused for a minute, but
finally she said, "I know how the things we do must look to you, but
it's the only way we can make the kind of money we need."

"We're from San Francisco. Three years ago my mother and dad were
killed in a car wreck. I had no grandparents and I was going to be put
in a foster home. At the funeral a woman named Rose came to me and
told me that years ago she and my Dad had an affair and that they had
a child named Alice. She said that she and my Dad had kept in touch
over the years and that's why she knew about me. She asked me to come
live with her and Alice. I accepted."

"She was wonderful and so was Alice. I grew to love them both, but a
year ago Rose died of cancer. She didn't leave us much money, but
Alice had an idea that we've been trying to pursue. People tell me
that I have a 
' look' so I took some acting classes and did some modeling, but never
enough to make it big. Everyone said that, in order to really make it
we had to come to LA so we moved down here."
 
"We were both eighteen so I wanted to get a job, but Alice insisted
that we at least finish high school. We had some contacts from San
Francisco which helped me get a little work, but our money soon ran
out. We were getting desperate until Alice found a job at Delight.
Alice is very protective of me so she wouldn't tell me what she was
doing.  I finally pestered her enough to get her to bring me there and
show me around. I offered to start working there as well, but Alice
refused to let me." 

"A photographer saw me there and thought I was pretty so he talked
with Alice about letting me do a photo shoot. She said no, but I
insisted. They introduced me to Stan and the two of us shot some
stills. It was difficult at first, but Stan is a good guy and, with
Alice's help, we did our first book. It sold well, I got a nice chunk
of money, so we did another. It sold well too, and this was our third
and biggest one. Alice is a whiz with finances and takes care of
everything. You know the rest." she concluded.
 
"Well, that's quite a story, but why is Alice so careful with you?"
 
Molly looked at her lap and sat quietly for a while. Then she said,
"Because I'm a virgin. As a matter of fact, so is Alice."
 
I sat in shock for a moment, then said, "But Alice works the request
rooms!"
 
"Yes, but that's mostly talk, a little self-touching and a few
appliances. Not a man."
 
"What about Stan. Haven't you and he ever  -- uhh?"
 
She smiled and said, "Stan is a nice guy and he's almost as
good-looking as you, but he's gay. His fluffer is his boyfriend.
That's one of the reasons Alice and I are so careful. You can never
tell where a gay guy has been."
 
We pulled up to her house and I looked at her and took a chance. 
 
I said, "Molly, I would like to see you again. Would you consider
going out with a junior?"
 
She looked at me with a big smile and said, "I would love to go out
with you, but we have a problem. Alice is nuts about you! She talks
about you all the time. When we had the problem with Stan, she's the
one that said we should talk to you."
 
"But how does she know who I am?"
 
"You're more popular then you know. You've made a pretty good splash
since you've been here. Lots of girls are interested in you."
 
I was suddenly pretty happy about things and decided to give it one
more chance and I said, "Does that mean you won't go out with me?"
 
She looked soberly at me and suddenly she leaned over and kissed me.
It was a wonderful kiss. Her lips were soft and I could smell the
scent of her freshly washed body and hair. I thought briefly about the
fantastic nude body that I had been so close to a moment ago, but this
didn't seem like the same girl. That was a fantasy. This was a real
live girl and I wanted her so bad it hurt me to think about it.
 
When she broke the kiss, she sat back and looked at me for a minute.
Then she said, "I need you to do me a favor first. I need you to ask
Alice out a time or two. Then we'll see what happens." 
 
Then she slid a piece of paper to me with a phone number on it.
 
Driving home, my head was full of tonight's happenings.  I don't think
I thought about Kate even once. 

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