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Subject: {ASSM} Jared and Amanda Naked in School part 06 (mf teen)
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 16:10:07 -0400
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It's copywritten.  It's adult material.  Nuff said, yes?

   All my stuff's here:

   http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Frank_Downey/www/

   On with the fun:

   JARED AND AMANDA NAKED IN SCHOOL PART SIX THURSDAY EVENING

   CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR AMANDA

   It was the tortures of the damned, walking home with him.  He was
holding my hand but his heart wasn't in it.  We walked three blocks without
him saying a word.

   The first thing he did say shocked me.  "You did get the shot this
morning, right?"

   "Yes," I confirmed.

   "Good."

   "Why is that important?" I asked tentatively.

   "Well, you know," he said.  "Why, do you want to get pregnant?"

   "Of course not, but if I had forgotten to take the shot today, and I got
pregnant, it wouldn't be your problem."

   "I thought you just told me that you weren't dumping me."

   "I'm not!  What made you bring that up?"

   "Well, that's the reason I wanted to know if you had the shot.  Because
if you had gotten pregnant, and we were still going to be together, then
it'd be my problem, too, wouldn't it?"

   Oh, wow.  He'd do that?  I was thunderstruck.  And I really am twenty
different kinds of idiot, for doubting this for a second.

   Before I had time to process that, we were at his house.  He led me onto
the living room couch.  "Want a coke?" he asked.

   "Yes, please." He went off to the kitchen, and returned with a couple of
cokes-and Tina in tow.

   "Hiya, little brother.  Hey Amanda." She got a little grin then, and
said, "Hey, the supper's an hour and a half away, and that garlic bread
only takes ten minutes.  So, Jared, you've got time if you want to take her
downstairs for a little of the ol' hubba-hubba."

   I felt very bad for Tina afterwards, because she had no idea, but you
want to talk about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time?  It just hit
me, like a whack from a baseball bat upside my soul-and I just lost it.  I
started shaking.  Violent, heaving, shaking.  All over.  It was scary as
hell.  I was barely conscious of my surroundings-I do remember Jared
grabbing me and holding me in his arms, and poor Tina babbling "What did I
say?  Oh, shit, what did I say?" But I was mostly lost in my own little
world, and it wasn't a pleasant place to be right then.  I just kept
shaking.  I wasn't even really crying, just these big huge gasps coming
from my mouth, and the endless, horrible shaking.  Then I felt something
awful down in the pit of my stomach, and managed to blurt out to Jared,
"Oh, shit, I think I'm going to be sick." Jared hustled me to the bathroom,
and waited outside the door for me while I violently upchucked the remnants
of my lunch.

   At least I stopped shaking.  I could barely stand up, but at least I
stopped shaking.  I came out of the bathroom to find Jared looking at me
with a concerned look.  I gave him a half-hearted smile, and he put his arm
around me and led me back into the living room.  When I got there, I saw
poor Tina wringing her hands, looking traumatized-and I even saw Jared's
parents there, looking at me with concern.  They must have come in in the
middle of the fireworks.  Oh, joy.

   Jared led me back to the couch.  Tina was hovering.  "Oh, God, Amanda,
what did I say?  I didn't mean anything, oh shit.."

   "Tina," I cut her off.  "It wasn't your fault.  Please.  It was not your
fault."

   "It's been a long day," Jared said.

   "That's an understatement." I took a deep breath, and looked at Tina. 
"After school today, in the woods leading to the football field, I cheated
on your brother." Tina looked at me in shock.  "I had sex with another guy,
and Jared walked in right afterwards, with the evidence plain to see." Tina
looked at Jared in shock.  "And I feel dirty and ashamed from the top of my
head to the tip of my toes," I admitted, "and what you said just hit me the
wrong way.  It wasn't you."

   "Why?" Jared's mother asked.

   "It was a test." I told them, with Jared interjecting at points, all
about what had gone on in Bio class.

   "So, you were testing your feelings for Jared," his Mom said.

   "Yeah.  But there's more." I looked down at my hands.  "I have lost all
control of myself.  I kept myself under control for sixteen years, and in
four days I've torn it all down.  I can't control my emotions, I can't
control my body, I can't control anything, and I don't know what to do."

   "Is it all that bad?" Tina asked.

   "Listen.  Less than a week ago, I was a person who clamped down on her
hormones like a vise, and guarded her virginity like a damn prize.  So, I
get stuck in this Program, and I find it's impossible to clamp down on the
hormones anymore.  At first, I welcomed that.  I let the feelings
happen-and I ended up, quite willingly, giving my virginity to someone I
was falling in love with." I shot Jared a little smile, then dropped it. 
"Now look at me.  Not only can I not go twenty-four hours, I can't even
wait for the guy I'm in love with.  I'll go grab any ol' guy, and for what?
To get off?  To "prove" something to myself?"

   "It's The Program," Jared said.  "It's hard to keep control when you're
constantly exposed like that."

   " You manage to," I said to him.

   "Not on your life," he laughed.

   "Sure you do.  What would you have done if, say, Maggie Benson grabbed
you in the woods and said 'fuck me'?"

   "I would've told you," he said.  "I did say that the thing that really
bothered me was you doing it behind my back, didn't I?  So, yes, I would've
told you.  And if you didn't raise any serious objections, I would've gone
for it."

   "You would've?" I asked, incredulous.

   "Like I said, if you didn't raise any serious objections.  Listen-I know
I was upset with you today, but that wasn't all of it, and I have to
confess.  When I was watching you do your cheerleading moves in the nude
today, I was imagining all the cheerleaders nude.  Lined up.  Waiting for
their turn.  Let me at 'em."

   "Oh, Jesus," I had to laugh.  "You know, I might be able to arrange
that," I grinned at him.

   "You want a turn, or you just want to watch?" he grinned back.

   "Now that's more like it, little brother," Tina laughed.  Good, I'm glad
she was her old self.

   "Damn right.  Hey, I am Easy Tina's little brother, aren't I?" She stuck
her tongue out at him, and I couldn't suppress the giggle.  "But, no," he
turned to me.  "This isn't about control, and it isn't about sex.  It's
about trust.  It's about love.  Lose control all you want.  Just don't hide
it from me.  That makes me think the worst."

   Tina looked at him.  "He thought that what he saw was leading up to me
dumping him," I told her.

   "Ah," Tina said.  "Been there, done that, didn't even get a tee shirt."

   "I did not have, and do not have, and can't see having any time in the
future, any intentions of dumping you," I said to Jared.  "I love you.  It
might be hard to believe at the moment, but I do.  I'm just confused.  It's
the control thing.  I can't control my feelings.  I mean, how do I know?"

   "Mom," Jared asked his mother, "you told me you and Dad met pretty
young, and knew pretty much right away."

   "Yes," Jared's mom confirmed.

   "Did you guys ever, you know, be with other people?"

   "Yes," his mom confirmed.  "We attended separate colleges for two
years."

   "Until I said, fuck this, my soulmate is 500 miles away, and I
transferred," his dad put in.

   "Right," his mom continued with a laugh.  "But we had an agreement, that
we weren't going to be hermits while we were apart, and we weren't going to
deny our wants and needs either.  Control was never all that important to
either of us.  So, yes, we were with other people while we were apart. 
And, remember, this was a different world-you had to be more cautious about
these things back then.  But we didn't deny ourselves, no, and that goes
for both of us."

   "Hey, I envy you kids today," his Dad said.  "If I had grown up in a
world with no AIDS, with no STDs, with easy access to very effective birth
control, and with the puritan moralizers beaten down into the hole where
they belong-I probably would've gone nuts." He got a big grin.  "I know I
just would've loved all this naked in school stuff." He looked at Jared's
Mom then.  "And I still would've ended up with your mother."

   "There was never any doubt?" I asked them.

   "Nope.  Never," his Mom confirmed.  "Even when we were with other
people, there was never a shadow of a doubt."

   "And you never wavered," I said.

   "Not once," his Mom said.  "Look, great sex is better than good sex. 
But good sex is better than no sex.  If there's no great sex, go for the
good sex."

   "My philosophy of life, right there in a nutshell," Tina laughed.

   "Uh-huh," her Mom said.  "But the other thing you have to remember is
that truly great sex is very rare-because, to have that, there has to be
love.  It just doesn't work any other way.  I've had good sex with a lot of
guys.  I've only had great sex with one.  Some people find that with more
than one, but it's never very many.  For me, it was always only one.  Now,
I don't regret finding that out for sure-but then again, I always knew.  I
knew from the beginning.  Before I ever went to bed with another man, I
knew."

   "I knew, too," his Dad said.

   "I know," Jared said very softly.

   "And, I'll tell you something else, Missy," Tina pointed at me.  " You
know, too." She got a big grin.  "And the sooner you admit it to yourself,
the less you'll be fucking with my baby brother's mind." She stood there,
hands on her hips, looking very satisfied with herself.  Jared was a very
lucky guy to be born into this family.

   And, she was right.  I did know.  Now I just had to convince him of
that, after what I had done.

   "Now," Tina continued, "who is going to help me with the garlic bread
and pasta?"

   "I do believe that's my job," Jared said, starting to get up.

   "You stay right there," his mother said.  "Spend time with your
girlfriend.  Your father and I will go change and then go help your sister.
Five minutes, Tina?"

   "And not a second more!" she called from the kitchen.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE JARED

   We were finally alone.  And I have to admit, I was on tenterhooks.  I
was holding her in my arms.  I was wearing a polo shirt, and the three
buttons on it were undone, and she was lightly playing with one of my
lonely chest hairs.  It was very nice, but I didn't know quite what to say.
I was enjoying the moment, but I still felt we needed to talk.

   Then, she broke the silence.  "You know," she said with a grin, "I know
for an absolute fact that a good number of my fellow cheerleaders would
love to pull you into the woods for a little somethin'-somethin'."

   I couldn't help it.  I cracked up laughing.  "You don't say."

   "True story.  That massive member of yours has attracted some attention.
Oh, and our little tale of deflowering we told in Bio seems to have spread
its way around."

   "Oh, Jesus," I said, still laughing.  "So, what, you want to open up to
experimenting, is that it?"

   "Well," she said, getting serious, "I think we might want to discuss
it-at least until the end of The Program-discuss keeping our options open,
I mean.  Are you planning to attend the football game on Saturday?"

   "To watch my favorite nude cheerleader?  Wouldn't miss it."

   "You have to be nude, too." I nodded-I knew that.  "There's a party
afterwards.  It often turns into an orgy, though I've never partaken in
that part of it.  However, if we go, we'd still have to be nude, because
it's sort of a school function, though not school-sponsored-but I checked,
we'd still have to be nude.  With an orgy raging all around us.  The
temptation will be enormous." She grabbed my dick through my shorts.  "This
will no doubt be just as enormous," she giggled.  "I'd love to take you to
that party, and I say that knowing you're going to be fending off hordes of
horny cheerleaders.  So, yeah, I think we should discuss keeping our
options open.  But that's up to both of us.  And no more hiding anything
from you, I promise."

   "I don't know," I told her.  "I'm still worried."

   "Don't worry, please," she said.  She looked up at me with a beatific
smile.  "Jared, I know.  Your sister is right, I do know.  I've known since
you undressed me in front of school Tuesday morning.  And it's time I stop
denying the truth to myself."

   "You're still scared," I said to her.

   "Of course I am.  You are, too," she said.  She was right.  "I'm scared
of being in love.  You're scared of the same thing.  Maybe for different
reasons, but the same thing."

   "I need to be able to trust you," I said.  "I'm serious-you want to fuck
half the football team, fine-as long as we're on the up-and-up about it. 
Hey, we' re young.  I've got nothing against experimenting.  I just know
where I want to end up."

   "I know, too.  As for trusting me, I need to be able to trust myself.  I
am working on it." She took a breath.  "Look, I learned something today.  I
learned where my heart belongs, and I learned that I have to listen to it.
I 'm going to make good on that, I promise."

   "Suits me just fine," I told her.  "As for the experimenting, I think we
should go with the flow."

   "OK.  As long as we're honest with each other."

   "Yup." And then I kissed her.  Got to have the make-up kiss, right?  It
was a fantastic kiss.

   Of course, Tina interrupted it.  "Now, that's what I like to see!" she
proclaimed.  "Now finish up and come get some dinner!"

   We broke the kiss, laughed, and went to get some dinner.

   Afterwards, Amanda and I cuddled a bit, with Tina looking on bemusedly.
After a few minutes of that, Amanda unfurled herself from my arms. 
"Sweetie, I hate to do this," she told me, "but I have to go.  My parents
are probably frantic."

   "You called them," I pointed out.

   "And left a message.  My Mother needs a lot less opportunity than that
to get herself all worked up.  I'm sorry."

   "That's OK," I told her.

   "Call me?" she asked.

   "Sure."

   "Hey, I have to go out," Tina said.  "Amanda, you want a ride?"

   "Love one." We said our good-byes-kiss included, of course-and off they
went.

   I went back inside, and curled up in front of the TV.  I was thinking I
probably should go do some homework, but I didn't really have much, and I
didn't really care.  I was watching a baseball game when Mom came in.

   "You OK, honey?" she asked.

   "Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled at her.

   "All worked out?"

   "Mostly."

   "Love isn't easy honey, especially at your age.  Trust me, I know," she
told me.  I nodded.  "It's worth it, though.  In the end, it's all worth
it."

   "I know that, too.  She's scared.  I'm not exactly calm, either.  This
happened so fast."

   "Kind of like getting caught in a waterfall, isn't it?" she smiled.  I
nodded agreement.  "The waterfall comes to an end, you know."

   "I know.  I think it's going to be OK."

   "That's good."

   Just then, Tina burst back in.  "Got your girlfriend home, safe and
sound, and picked up my supplies." She held up some ice cream.  "Want some
of this, little brother?"

   "Don't mind if I do," I laughed, and followed her in the kitchen.  We
scooped out some ice cream, and sat down on at the breakfast nook.

   "Long day, eh, little brother?  Actually, long couple of days, I'd say."

   "You got that right."

   "Look.  I had a little talk with Amanda on the way home.  She's a good
kid, Jared.  She really is.  And she really does love you.  Try not to hold
this against her too much."

   "Oh, I'm not holding it against her, not really," I said.  "It's just
fear and worry and all that messy stuff."

   "Her, too, you know," Tina said.  I nodded.  "That kid's a ball of
confusion at the moment.  She's finding it hard to hold onto something, you
know?  I know your life has changed drastically in the past week, but I
think hers has changed even more.  She's looking for a lifeline.  But, the
good part of that is, you're it."

   "Well, it's been a big change for me, too."

   "I get the distinct impression that you've got more lifelines than she
does." I looked at her.  "You've got us.  She told me that she envied you
your family, that she wished she had a big sister as cool as me.."

   "Well, not everybody gets the world's greatest big sister," I teased
her.

   "Got that right," she smirked.  "But anyhow, she was saying all those
things, about you having such a great family, and, when I dropped her off,
I got the distinct impression that she was not enthusiastic about going in
her house."

   "She doesn't get along with her mother," I told Tina.  "I don't know the
particulars, but they don't get along.  She does get along with her father,
though."

   "They all live together, though, right?" I nodded.  "Well, even if she
gets along with her father, she's still in that house, going through all
this, with a mother that she doesn't get along with.  Think about it-how
hard would this week have been for you without a cool set of parents? 
Hell, how hard would this week have been without the awesome presence of
me?"

   "I don't know what I'd do without you, Tina, you are the light of my
life," I recited, deadpan.  Then I laughed.  "No, you're right.  And I hate
telling you when you're right because it just makes your head swell bigger.
But, seriously, you're right.  Mom and Dad have been terrific.  And, yes,
my big sister has been terrific too, he said grudgingly." Not really, I was
just teasing her.

   "Grudgingly, huh?  Why I oughta-just kidding.  But you see my point, and
how she doesn't have some of the advantages you do."

   "Yes, I do see your point." Just then, the phone rang.

   "Hello?" I said, picking it up.

   "Oh God, Jared," I heard from the other end.  "Jared, I can't believe
what I just did!  My parents are fighting and it's all my fault!  Oh,
Jesus, Daddy is so mad, I don't know what to do!  I didn't mean it, I
really didn't mean it, it just happened, and.."

   "Amanda?  I'll be right over."

   "Oh, God, Jared, I love you.  Thank you."

   I hung up, looked at Tina, and said, "Car keys?" She reached over to her
purse and flipped them to me.

   "What's up?" she asked.

   "It seems all hell has broken loose at the Frazier household."

   "Oh, jeez, little brother, what a roller-coaster ride you're on today."

   "I can only hope so." She looked at me.  "Roller coaster rides end,
don't they?"

   "Good point."

   "Tell the parental units where I've gone?"

   "Done."

   CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX AMANDA

   Tina dropped me off, and I went to find Daddy.  I needed his advice.

   Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out that way.  I had just barely
gotten in his office, and he had just said, "What's up, Punkin?" when there
was a loud knock on the door.

   "Adam?  Is our daughter in there with you?  I'd like a few words with
her."

   "Oh, shit," I said.

   "Look, I think it's time we get all this out in the open.  We have to,
eventually, Amanda." I nodded, though without much enthusiasm, and Daddy
let Mom in.

   "All right, Emily, we're all going to sit down and discuss this," Dad
said.

   "I don't want to discuss anything!  I want to know what our daughter
thinks she's doing!"

   "Living.  For a change," I said.

   "All right, stop," Daddy said.  "Look, we need to start at the
beginning. Amanda, you're going to tell us what's gone on this week.  Start
at the beginning.  I know a lot of it, but I don't know the whole story. 
Come on, let's have it out."

   So, I did.  The whole mess.  I started with the stuff Daddy did know,
the events of Monday and Tuesday, all that had happened.  The story of the
masturbation session in Bio on Tuesday, which Daddy knew about, caused Mom
to let loose with wails of dismay and condemnation.  Daddy just motioned me
along, and we got into Wednesday.  They both knew about the naked date, and
then I landed the bombshell.

   "After we ate, Jared and I went to his house, and he took my virginity.
I took his, too, as a matter of fact."

   "OH MY GOD!" My mother wailed.

   "I suspected as much," my father said with a little smile.  "Was it all
right?"

   "A whole lot better than all right," I told him.

   "What has happened to you?" my mother asked.

   "Hormones and love.  Should I go on, now?  Mother, if you think you're
shocked now, you ain't heard nothing yet." So, then I went on with the
events of today.  All of them.  Even the horrible ones.  When I got to the
part about my little episode with Eric, I thought Mom's face was going to
freeze in horror.  And then I got to the breakdown at Jared's house.  Mom
was still horror-stricken.  At least Dad looked at me with concern.

   "Are you OK?" he said.

   "I think so," I told him.

   "OK?  Is she OK?!?!?" My mother howled.  "Have you been listening to any
of this?"

   "Every word," Daddy said.  "Look, Emily, your daughter's having a bit of
a rough time right now."

   "Of course she is!  She's walking around naked, sleeping with boys! 
She's making it rough!  What do you want to do, Amanda, ruin your life?"

   Daddy just sighed.  "You keep talking about control," he said to me,
"that you're worried about losing it.  You know what happens if you
continue to worry so hard about your control?" I looked at him blankly. 
"You turn into that," and he pointed at Mother.

   "What?" Mom whispered.

   "That is the result of trying to hold onto your control as hard as you
can.  It slips out.  And it's ugly, messy, and counterproductive.  I knew
her when she wasn't like this," Daddy went on.  "You think she's happier
now?  You think you'll be happy if you don't let loose once in a while?"

   "I see your point," I said to Daddy as Mom fumed, "but there are limits.
I hurt Jared badly today."

   "Right.  But if you don't test the limits, you'll never know what they
are.  And you'll go over them, continually.  If I were you, your Mother
would have exceeded her limits in my eyes a long time ago.  And Jared
forgives you, remember that."

   "I know," I said with a smile.

   "You don't know anything!" Mom interjected.  "You don't know the first
thing about it!  I thought you were popular, Amanda.  I thought you had
friends.  I thought you had a full social life."

   "It wasn't enough," I told her.

   "Not enough?  I would've killed for that at your age.  But I was poor
and nerdy and unpopular.  Until I filled out, when I was 13 or so.  Oh,
then I had lots of people wanting to be around me.  Lots of boys.  It took
me a while to figure out they were only interested in one thing.  That is
what happens when you lose control, young lady.  You end up going to bed
with a long line of boys that only want that from you, and dump you as soon
as they get it.  You shouldn't need that.  You have other things to do with
your time."

   I was trying to come up with an answer to that, when I got a glimpse of
Daddy's face.  It was etched in shock.  "You told me I was your first," he
managed to get out.  "You even made me wait until the wedding night!"

   "Right, because I wanted you to prove you wanted me for more than sex."

   "But you lied to me!  And twenty years later, and I never knew this?"

   "When I met you, it had been a couple of years since I figured out the
game, so it had been a couple years that I hadn't slept with anybody.  I
figured it didn't matter."

   "Didn't matter?" Daddy roared.  "You have been uninterested in sex since
shortly after Amanda was born.  You let me think that whole time that I was
the only one.  Which means I've been beating myself up for the last fifteen
years because I thought your problems with sex were my fault!  And I've let
you beat up Amanda about sex, because I figured that, since I was the
problem, I had no business butting in!"

   Oh shit.  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

   I had to get out of there.

   They didn't even notice I had gone, they were still going at it.

   I tried to hold it in.  I tried to keep calm, hold it all in.  And then
I realized-no.  That's the old Amanda.  The new Amanda doesn't do that. 
She lets it out, because she realizes she needs to.

   And the new Amanda isn't afraid to be vulnerable around those she cares
about.  She isn't worried about control when control isn't important.  And
she isn't afraid to ask for help.

   I called Jared.

   I think he flew to my house.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN JARED

   I made it to Amanda's house in record time, pretty worried about what
I'd find there.  I knocked, she opened the door, and flung herself into my
arms.  She was very upset-but not crying or breaking down any.

   "Sit out here with me," she said, pointing to the swing on her porch. 
She sat next to me, and started gently swinging the swing.

   "I used to love coming out here when I was younger," she told me.  "It
was so simple and peaceful and uncomplicated."

   "What happened?" I asked.  She told me, the whole thing.

   "Listen, this wasn't your fault," I told her.  "This is between them,
this isn't about you."

   "I know, deep down-but it was my problems that caused all this."

   "What problems?" I said, smiling.  "You don't have any problems."

   "I don't?" she snorted incredulously.

   "No, you don't.  No, listen to me.  What problems do you have?"

   "I hurt my boyfriend."

   "He's over it."

   "I hurt my mother."

   "That's her problem, not yours."

   "I'm out of control."

   "I thought we discussed that.  No, you're not.  You're just trying to
find a middle ground.  You've been overcontrolling for years.  You
overreacted.  You' ll figure it out."

   "I'm oversexed?" she said with a hint of a smile.

   "This is a problem?" I laughed.

   "Ah, Jared," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.  "What would I
do without you?"

   "Be overcontrolled, repressed, and undersexed, most likely." I got a
genuine belly laugh for that one.

   "Look," she started, "do you think it would exceed your parents'
coolness limits if I, er, stayed over with you tonight?  I really don't
want to be alone."

   "No, they won't care."

   "Do you mind?" she asked.

   "I'd love it," I said honestly.  "But what will your parents do?"

   "I don't care, at this point, but I know I don't want to be here
tonight."

   Just then, we heard the front door open.  "Punkin?  You out here?"

   "Over here, Daddy," Amanda called.  Her father came out of the house and
walked over to us.

   "Hello, you must be Jared," he said-pleasantly, considering the
circumstances.  "Pleased to finally meet you."

   "Likewise," I shook his hand.

   "Punkin, will you come in for a minute, please?"

   "Not by myself," she asserted.

   "That's fine." She led me into the house.  We sat.  Her father sat down
across from us, next to her mother, who was glaring at me.

   "Mom, this is Jared," Amanda said.  Her mother at least flashed me a
smile.

   "Amanda," her father began, "your mother and I have had a long talk.  We
have some things to work out.  But what's going on between us is not your
fault."

   "I know it's not, really, but I still feel responsible," she said.

   "Look," her mother started.  "I'm worried.  Perhaps you think I'm
overcontrolling, but you didn't grow up like I did."

   "That's right, Mother, I didn't," Amanda told her.  "And I'm not you,
and I can't be you.  This is a different world, and I'm a different
person." I listened to her voice grow in strength as she went on.  "You
have to understand something-the only thing I've done that I regret is
having sex with Eric this afternoon-and the only reason I regret that is
this guy." She wrapped her arm around mine.  "If I weren't in love, I
wouldn't care who I had sex with.  Something I've discovered these past
couple of days is that I like sex.  I like walking around naked.  I even
like getting felt up in the hallways!  What I did today was the wrong thing
because it was a breach of trust-but that was the only thing wrong with
it."

   "And, even then," I butted in, "you did it for what were, at least in
part, some pretty good reasons."

   "Oh, you do forgive me," she said softly, resting her head on my
shoulder.

   "Told you I did."

   "Anyhow," she went on, head still on my shoulder, which amused her
father no end, "I can't keep running from life.  I need to experience it.
All of it."

   "I understand what you're saying," her mother said, very
controlled-though she was obviously trying, "but what you haven't yet
figured out is that some experiences are bad."

   "You think I don't know that?" she said.  "Jesus, just today-I made a
big mistake and hurt someone I love.  As an added bonus, I had to watch
something I said cause my parents to have a huge fight.  Oh, and let's not
forget, breaking down like a complete basket case on my boyfriend's couch.
This has not been a good day."

   She took a deep breath, and snuggled into me.  "You know what, though?
I'll take the tradeoff.  Because if I cut myself off from the possibilities
of all that bad stuff, I'm also cutting myself off from the possibilities
of this," and she hugged me harder.  "I'll take the tradeoff.  It's
definitely worth it."

   "Well said," her father chipped in.

   "No arguments here," I said.  "I have not exactly been Mister Openness
in the past, either," I told them, "and this week has given me some
terrifying and unpleasant moments as well."

   "Like catching Amanda with that other guy," her mother said.

   "Well, yeah, but not for the reason you think." Her mother looked at me
blankly.  "I didn't mind that she did it"-her mother looked at me in horror
at that-"I minded that she did it behind my back." I took a deep breath. 
"I have a self-esteem problem, I know it.  I'm convinced people think the
worst of me.  When I caught her with Eric today, because she was sneaking
around, I figured that was it, I was gone, it was all over."

   "He found out differently," Amanda said.  "Even if I did have to beat it
into him."

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "But, no, I was terrified of being dumped.  Heck, I
was terrified when I asked her out.  The whole Program has terrified me.  I
was especially terrified when she told me.well...um."

   "That I wanted to go to bed with you?" Amanda giggled.  "He was white as
a ghost and almost drove off the road!" she said with glee.  Her mother was
still faintly horrified, but her father was suppressing a chuckle.  "But
that all worked out just fine, sweetie, now didn't it?"

   "I don't think I want to know the details of that!" her mother said. 
But there was a hint of humor in her voice, too.

   "OK, Mother, I'll spare you that," Amanda giggled.  "Anyhow, my point
is, I-actually, we, both of us-have to work through this.  I can't run away
from it, I can't hide from it, and-more to the point-I don't want to.  I
want this," and she snuggled me again.

   "Agreed, on all counts," I said.

   "I can only promise I'll try, honey," her mother said.  "Try to support
you, and try to not be so overcontrolling."

   "That's a start," Amanda said.  "And please tell me you two aren't going
to get a divorce!"

   "We're not going to get a divorce," her father said with a smile.

   "Good.  Because, I don't care what you say, I would blame myself."

   "None of this is your fault.  None of it," her father said.

   "Your father and I have some things we have to work out," her mother
said.  "But we will.  We'll work them out."

   "And to that end," Amanda said, "I'm going to give you two some time
alone tonight, how about that?"

   "Excuse me?" her mother asked.

   "I'm going home with Jared tonight."

   "Ummm.well..." her mother stammered.

   "I'm not in the mood to be alone," Amanda told her.

   "Jared, your parents won't have a problem with this?" she asked.

   "No, ma'am," I said.  "Me having my girlfriend stay over?  This is mild,
in my house.  I'm the good child." Amanda cracked up laughing at that.

   "The good child?" her mother asked.

   "Oh, you have to meet his older sister, Tina," Amanda said through her
giggles.

   "She's an experience," I agreed.

   "I think I'll take your word for that," Amanda's mother said.  "Look,
Amanda, you're going to do what you want.  But, OK, I'll admit it-your
father and I could use some time alone."

   "I know."

   "I guess I'm going to have to accept this."

   "I really do love your daughter, if that helps any," I told her.

   "It does.  Go.  Get out of here."

   "Come on up with me, sweetie, I need to grab some stuff." She led me up
to her room.  She grabbed a small bag and started piling stuff into it,
toiletries and the like.  "I'm surprised I didn't get into more of a fight
over this," she giggled.

   "I think they're shell-shocked," I commented.

   "Could be.  I think I've got everything.  Let's go."

   "OK.  Now, it's not that I disapprove or anything, you understand," I
said with a grin, "but I just want to make sure that it was deliberate that
I didn't see you pack any nightclothes."

   "Clothes?  In bed?" she laughed.  " I'm not wearing 'em in school, why
wear them to bed?"

   "You usually don't share a bed," I pointed out.

   "All the more reason to stay naked, don't you think?" she smirked as she
breezed by me.

   CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT AMANDA

   Oh, it felt good to get out of there!

   My parents were all right when we left, but I just didn't want to be
there.  I wanted to be with Jared.  We pulled out onto the street, and he
looked at me and smiled.  "You OK?" he asked.

   "You know what?  I'm fine.  This has, however, been the longest, most
confusing, most emotional day of my life."

   "Yeah, I'll buy that.  When I got that phone call from you, and Tina
asked me what was up, and I told her that all hell had broken loose at your
house, she said that the last two days had been quite the roller coaster
ride for me."

   "Luckily, roller coaster rides stop, eventually."

   He cracked up laughing.  "That's exactly what I said to Tina.  Jeez,
we're even starting to think alike."

   "Now that's scary," I deadpanned.

   We got to his house, and went in.  I heard his mother call, "Jared, is
that you?  Is Amanda OK?"

   "I'm fine, Mrs.  Wicklow," I called out.

   She came out, Tina trailing behind.  "Amanda!  I didn't expect to see
you back here."

   "Um, she's going to stay the night, if that's all right with you," Jared
said.

   "Of course," his Mom said.  "You're welcome any time.  However, is
everything really OK?  You're not, like, staying here because things are so
bad at home, are you?"

   "No," I told her.  "But it's been a long emotional day, my parents need
some time alone, and-most importantly-I don't want to be alone." I smiled
at her.  "It's going to work out, I think, really.  A lot of crap happened
today, but I do believe it'll be all right.  It's just that lying in my bed
in my room all by myself, desperately trying to fall asleep, was about as
appealing as bashing my head up against the wall."

   "That's fine-as I said, you're welcome any time.  Your parents know,
yes?"

   "Yeah, they know.  Mom's not thrilled, but she's getting more
accepting," I told her.

   "Good.  Now, you two, before you go downstairs and we don't see you
until tomorrow morning, get your butts in the kitchen and help Tina and I
eat some of this ice cream.  Before we eat it all and get fat!"

   "Ah, you might have to worry about that, Mom," Tina said as we trailed
Mrs.  Wicklow into the kitchen.  "*I* don't." Tina was quite thin.

   "Ah, yes, now, my dear daughter.  Wait until you have a couple kids and
see if you say that."

   "I don't know if I ever want kids," Tina said.  "I think I do,
someday-but, then again, I worry they might turn out like me."

   Jared laughed at that, and said, "Yeah, but there's the flip side, Tina.
You might get lucky and get a few like me."

   "Oh, please, no!" Tina laughed.

   "If either of you decide to have kids, and you get kids that are mostly
like either of you, you'll be lucky," Jared's mom said.

   "Oh, Mom.  You're gonna get me all mushy." Jared teased.  "Oh, Amanda,
the ice cream is calling."

   "I should pass, seeing as I'm already fat." I said.

   "Where?" Tina snorted.  "And don't try to snow me, I've seen you naked."

   "As have I, so shut up and eat your ice cream," Jared teased, setting a
bowl in front of me.

   I gave in and took a spoonful.  But I said to Tina, "Yeah, Tina, but if
we stood side-by-side naked, I think we'd know who the fat one was," I
said.

   "Ah, crap.  I am a rail," Tina asserted.  "I'm 5'9" and I weigh 115
pounds.  I' m not anorexic or anything either-as you would know if you
realized this was my third bowl of ice cream tonight.  It's just that
nothing sticks.  And you are not fat, Amanda.  You're curvy.  Nothing wrong
with that.  At least Jared doesn't have to get out the magnifying glass to
find your boobs, like my dates do." I laughed so hard I almost choked on my
ice cream.

   "You have boobs," I said after I caught my breath.  "They're just
smaller.  This is not necessarily a disadvantage.  These things get in the
way."

   "Oh, I think I'd be able to deal." Tina said.

   "Oh, really?  Fine.  I'm a C-cup.  We'll get you a pair of C-cup
falsies, paste them on you, and you can go try cheerleading with them on.
All those jumps and splits.  Oh, and we'll throw you in The Program so you
can do it in the nude." Even Tina cracked up at that.  "How I've managed to
not give myself multiple black eyes this week is beyond my comprehension."

   "All right, you've got a point," Tina conceded.  "But you are not fat.
And I' ll bet Jared would agree."

   " I told you days ago you were the most beautiful girl in school," he
piped up.  "And I meant that from head to toe."

   "Aw," was all I could say.  He really was unbelievably sweet.

   "And on that note," Mrs.  Wicklow laughed, "I think it's time for me to
head to bed.  Good night, kids."

   They both said good night.  "Good night, Mrs.  Wicklow," I piped up. 
"And thank you.  For.you know."

   "You're welcome, Amanda.  Any time."

   "I'm heading up, too, kids.  Night." Tina said.  We bade her good night,
and headed downstairs.

   "Jared, I can't possibly tell you how much I love your family," I said.

   "I know.  I'm pretty attached to them myself.  And I think they really
like you."

   "I'm glad.  Sweetie, do you mind if I take a shower?"

   "Of course not," he said.  "Want company?"

   "Uh, no.  Not really," I said.

   "Oh.  OK," he said, but his face fell.

   "It's not you, Jared," I tried to explain.  "It's..well..I feel dirty."

   "I could help you clean up," he said with a leer.

   "You pervert," I laughed, but then went back to serious.  "No, Jared, I
don't mean that kind of dirty." I looked at him helplessly.  "You know." I
said weakly.  "I need to, you know, wash off..." I trailed off.

   "Oh.  I get it," he said.  "There's absolutely no need for you to feel
that way, you know, but I understand.  You do what you need to."

   "Thanks.  I'll be right back." I went into his bathroom, undressed,
grabbed shampoo and soap out of my toiletry case, and turned on the shower.
Oh, it felt glorious.  I did feel dirty, and I know he was saying all the
right things, but I needed to do this.  Because I wanted to make sure to
clean out-you know.  Yes, I can say it, dammit!  I wanted to clean out my
pussy.  Yeah, he forgave what happened and all, but I still felt dirty.  I
didn't want him seeing anything but his squeaky-clean girlfriend.  Yeah, I
was being anal, but I didn't care.  I needed to feel clean.

   When I did, I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself off, and stepped
back into his bedroom.  I didn't bother with clothes, of course.  I walked
in, and Jared was sitting in his bed, watching TV.  "Yeah.  You're fat. 
Surrrrre you are," he said when he saw me.

   I couldn't help but laugh.  I walked over to the bed, and climbed in
next to him.  He was as naked as I was.  He switched off the light and the
TV, and drew me into his arms.  I kissed him, and then snuggled up against
him.  I could feel his big monster up against my stomach.

   "What do you want, Amanda?" he asked.

   "What do you want?" I teased.

   "No, I asked you.  Whatever you want from me, I'll do it.  It's been a
long day.  If you want to just cuddle up and go to sleep, we'll do that."

   "Yeah, I want to cuddle up and go to sleep." Then I giggled.  "In a
couple hours or so."

   "Are you sure?  I'm serious.  It's been a long day for you, and I don't
want you to feel obligated or anything."

   I sat up and glared at him.  "Jared Wicklow, if you don't stick that big
thing of yours inside me, and in a hurry, I'm cutting it off!"

   "Well, OK, Mistress, but would you mind if I partook of your charms a
little bit first?" he giggled.

   I got serious.  "No, Jared, please, no.  I need it, and I need it now.
Please.  I need you where you belong."

   Bless him, he understood.  He did stick his hand down there for a minute
or two, to make sure I was wet enough, but he didn't waste time-and the
next thing I knew I felt him sliding into me.

   I had forgotten I was a bit sore, and I grimaced when the head slipped
in.  "Are you OK?  I forgot you were sore."

   "I'm fine," I said, but I wasn't all that convincing.  "Just keep
going."

   "I am not going to hurt you."

   "You will hurt me a hell of a lot more if you stop," I told him. 
"Dammit, Jared, I need this!  I didn't let any goddamn soreness stop me
this afternoon, did I?" Shit.  I wasn't going to bring it up, I wasn't, I
wasn't.  Not in Jared's bed.

   He just looked at me and said, "Well, from what I saw, Eric's not nearly
as big as I am."

   I couldn't help it.  I grinned at him like a maniac.  "No, he's not," I
agreed.  "Do you know how much I love you?" I had to say.  "Now, my love,
push!"

   He pushed.  Yeah, it hurt a little-but, I wasn't kidding, it would've
hurt a lot more if he hadn't.  A bit of physical pain I could deal with. 
But the rest was going away-and even the physical pain wasn't too bad, as
Jared went very slow, opening me up millimeter by millimeter.  By the time
he hit bottom, I wasn't feeling any pain at all.  Of any kind.

   And he kept it up.  He started fucking me and he was going deliciously
slow, and I could feel every little bump and vein on his dick slipping past
every bump and crevice of my pussy.  Over and over and over again.  Oh God
it was beautiful.

   Once I realized that I was fine, I whispered in his ear, "You can go a
little faster." So he did.  Nothing too fast or furious, just fast enough.
I wrapped myself around him again and listened to his breathing, kissed his
forehead, and just let it build.  And build it did.  It was like every
nerve in my body pulsed just a little bit harder with every stroke.  And
harder, and harder, and then all my nerves just exploded, and I came. 
Really really hard.  I even screamed.  That's all Jared needed, and I felt
him pulsing deep within me.

   After I caught my breath, I looked at him and said, "No condoms, ever
again!"

   "You got that right," he laughed.

   "I'm an idiot, you know," I said softly.

   "Not that again!"

   "No, I am." I took a breath.  "You know, I did my
little-experiment-today because I was unsure.  What I was, idiot that I am,
was wildly impatient.  We had been to bed once.  If I had only waited for
the second time, I wouldn't have been unsure at all."

   "Good!" he said.  "As I said, if we decide to experiment, fine.  You
just remember who makes you scream."

   "Won't ever forget it ever again," I promised him.

   "Well, it looks like your two hours to sleep time estimate was a bit
overstated."

   "Who says?" I teased him.  "Did I say you were done?  Now you may
partake of my charms."

   "Oh, goody," he said.

   I was right.  After he sampled every damn inch of me with his hands and
his tongue, we went for another round.  That one might have been better. 
And, no, he didn't hurt me.  In any way.

   And it was just about two hours after we started that I fell asleep,
curled up in his arms.

   --End of Part 6- 

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