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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story (mf)  Chapter 29
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CHAPTER  29

Dad and I spent most of Sunday working in the garage while Mom and Amy
were helping Erin get ready for her trip with Kelly's folks. Around
noon, Kris stopped by. She wanted to give Erin a Christmas present
before she left, and she made her promise not to open it until
Christmas Eve. She said she had to get home, because her dad and
brother were leaving for Italy the next day and were planning a small
pre-Christmas thing for just them.

I walked her to her car and asked, "What kind of guy is your brother?"

She looked at me with a surprised expression and said, "He a pain in
the ass, why?"

"He's asked me to put in a word for him with a friend of mine. She's a
girl who's very close to my family and me." 

"Hmm, that's strange. I usually know when he's interested in someone.
But it's mostly the other way around. Typically, she's the daughter of
some high roller, and she's either trying to get out of the house or
her family is trying to get her married off.

"My brother is a good guy, but like Dad, he's a workaholic. He'll date
them for a while, but when they start talking about wedding bells, he
runs for cover. I love my brother, but we fight like cats and dogs.
He's six years older than I am and because Mom is gone and Dad is
always busy, he thinks he can tell me what to do. But he has a good
heart and if you're asking me if it's okay to introduce them, I'd say
yes. She must be something special for him to be this interested."

"She is! You'll see when you meet her."

She was stepping into her car when she asked, "What are you up to
tonight?"

"I really don't have a plan, why?"

She surprised me by suggesting, "Why don't you ask Amy to go out for a
drive and a Coke after dinner."

I was so surprised, I could only ask, "Why?"

Her face was sober when she said, "Because she's a great girl and as
far as I know, my only competition for you. I want you to be clear
about your feelings for her. I'm going to be spending time with you
for the next week or so and when I win you over, I don't want you
coming back later and saying, 'Gee, I didn't realize I felt this way
about Amy.'"

I really didn't know what to say. I wasn't even sure if she was
kidding. But she didn't look like she was, so I spoke carefully. I
said, "Kris, I love my family. I love and respect my Mom and Dad and I
see things every day that make me appreciate my sister Erin. You are
one of the few people who know the truth about Amy and know that she
hasn't been a part of my life for very long. But she's a very
important part of it now. Until she came along, I never had anyone
whom I could tell things to and ask the questions that I can't talk to
my Mom about. I know exactly what my feelings are about her. Please
don't ask me to make a choice between the two of you. I like you a lot
and we have a great time together. Please quit worrying and let that
be enough."

She looked at me for a long moment before she said, "Pete, 'enough'
has never been sufficient for me. I always want more. You have
affected me more than you know, and I want all of you that there is."

I was flattered, but a little uneasy. I said, "But Kris, you don't
really know me! How can you be so sure so soon

Her eyes narrowed slightly, then it was as though she was addressing a
different subject when she took my hands and said, "Relax, big guy,
this is not 'Fatal Attraction.' We shouldn't be talking about things
this serious at this point in our relationship. Please forgive me. I'm
content to have as much of you as you are willing to give me right
now. Let's forget about more, and just concentrate on how much fun we
can have in the next few weeks. Then she kissed me and drove off. 

As I watched her leave, a lot of things were going through my mind.
'This girl wants a full-time, committed relationship. Is this
something I really want? I'm only seventeen, and there are a lot of
pretty girls out there!

'But Kristen is beyond pretty. She's so beautiful she almost stops my
heart.

'Her statement "after I win you over" is typical of her. She's used to
getting her own way. Could I be around someone that dominant without
rebelling? Or even worse, could I do it without losing my identity?

'Should I end this now, or should I wait to see what she is really
like when I'm able to spend more time with her?'

I turned toward the house with all these thoughts bouncing around in
my head.

Then I remembered the night that she had graced my bed. A picture of
her beautiful face and magnificent body lit up my mind.

My dick immediately got hard, and the more I thought about that sight,
the more my doubts faded. I smiled, then I nodded to myself and made
up my mind.


Tess showed up right after dinner and Amy went off with her, so Erin
and I talked for a while. She said that she was getting along quite
well at school and was happy to be here in Southern California and no
longer missed Phoenix. She said that Kelly had turned out to be a good
friend, and she was really excited about the upcoming ski trip.

Erin has a manner about that belies her 14 years. One moment, she's a
typical bubbly young girl; at other times, she looks and acts like a
young woman. I made a note to myself to keep my eye on her. I could
see that she is becoming a force to be reckoned with, and I reminded
myself to talk to Amy about her.

With no plans, I decided to make a few phone calls. I knew that this
late I wouldn't likely find many people home, but I thought I'd try.
First, I called Sam. It was eight PM here, so it was five PM there. I
got an answering machine and left a simple "Hello" message.

Then I tried Tammy. Another answering machine, another "Hello"
message, and a request to call me back.

Next, I tried Alice, and to my surprise, Molly answered.

I was so taken aback when I heard her sweet voice, that for a minute,
I was speechless. But finally, I said, "Hi Molly, it's Pete."

There was a gasp, and then a flood of words that were so jumbled
together that I had a difficult time understanding everything. She
seemed genuinely glad to hear from me and went on and on about what
was happening in her life. Then, in mid-sentence, she stopped and
said, "Pete, I really miss you."

I was truly pleased when she said it. I told her I missed her too, and
I asked her if she was dating anyone.

She said, "Pete, this is amazing. I'm surrounded by good-looking men;
but the only ones who ask me out are 50-year-old married guys. The
rest are either gay, or so career-minded that they're not interested
in anything but one-night-stands."

"How is Alice doing?"

"Alice is incredible. She works all the time setting up interviews,
planning photo shoots, and handling our finances. Whenever we have a
spare moment we're both taking acting classes. That's where she is
right now."

"What about school?"

"School's on hold for now, but Alice says there are some tests we can
take to get our diplomas."

"Alice wrote that you were trying out for a TV series. What happened?"

"We actually both tested for different parts. We're still waiting to
hear.
So what about you? Do you have a steady girlfriend?"

"Well, sort of. Do you remember Kristen? I think you and she were in
the same math class. She has long dark hair." 

There was a slight gasp, then Molly said, "Uhh, yes. I remember her."

Her voice was strange sounding and I asked, "Gee Molly, what's the
matter? Don't you like her?"

She took a moment to answer, and her voice was kind of glum when she
said, "No, it's not that. It's just that she's so pretty I'm afraid
you'll forget me."

I was in shock! How could I possibly forget her? How could someone as
beautiful as Molly be worried about another girl? Were all girls that
insecure? I tried to think of some words that would calm her, but
nothing came to mind, so I just mumbled something about how I would
never forget her and how much I missed her.

Then I heard a click on the line, and she said she had an incoming
call.
I promised I'd call her again in a few days, but I was almost relieved
when she said she had to take the call. I don't care how hard I try to
be "Normal" around her; I'm still awed by her incredible beauty.


	Monday

Monday morning, Mr. and Mrs. Rand and Kelly picked up Erin and
everyone talked excitedly about meeting them at Big Bear. Mrs. Rand
mentioned that their older daughter Marie would be joining them and
possibly bringing a boyfriend.

I called Kristen and we talked excitedly about our trip to Cantil. I
mentioned the dance at the Grange to her, and asked her if she had a
nice dress. She laughed and said she could probably scrape something
together. When I asked what time she would be ready to go, she said to
pick her up around four. That left me some time to pick up a present
for Dad. On my way out, Mom stopped me and said that Tammy was going
to spend Christmas Eve with us, so I might want to get her a little
something. I hugged her and thanked her for the tip-off.

My first stop was a local tool shop. They had a battery-powered drill
in the window that looked perfect, so I went inside to get it, and as
I walked in, two girls were at the counter talking to a salesman.

One of the girl's voice sounded familiar, and when she turned, I
recognized her as 'Debbie,' the girl I first saw 'servicing' the three
guys at the Lake, and whom I had met later at the drive-in. When she
saw me, she said, "Hey Pete, whatcha doing here?"

"I'm trying to get a Christmas present for my dad. What about you?"

"Jill here needs some tools. She needs to adjust some of her jewelry."

The girl with her turned and looked me up and down. She was about
five-eight and wasn't bad looking, except she looked like a circus
clown.
The ends of her spiked hair and were colored bright red, she was
wearing a thin belly shirt that showed she had gold rings in her belly
button and she also had a ring in one eyebrow. As my eyes went from
her belly to her face, I noticed odd lumps in her shirt where her
nipples should have been.

She saw me staring and said, "See something you like?"

This girl had an attitude, and I couldn't let her get away with it, so
I nodded toward her shirt and said, "I can't tell. What do you have,
an old beer can under there?"

She never even hesitated or looked to see if the salesman was
watching.
She just pulled up her shirt. Her breasts were actually quite nice,
but sticking through each nipple was a heavy gold hoop.

It caught me a little off-guard, but when I tore my eyes away and
looked up at her, she had a sneer on her face. So I shook my head,
rolled my eyes and said, "Amateur Hour," and I walked to another part
of the store.

I was only about five feet away when I heard her yell, "Asshole" at
me. But I kept going till I got to the counter where the drills were
kept and caught a salesman's eye. I bought the drill and was on the
way back to my car, when I saw the two of them leaning against it. The
girl with the piercings had a piece of wood in one hand and was
smacking the other hand with it. Debbie looked worried and seemed to
be trying to get her to leave.

I kept walking toward the car and watching her. When I got close, I
could see in her eyes that this was supposed to be an intimidation
thing that wasn't working, so I went right up to her. I was so close
that our shoes were actually touching. 

Coach made us weigh ourselves and measure our heights every week. It
had been several weeks since the football season ended, but when I
last checked, I was six foot three and weighed around 220. So, even
though she was tall, I was so close to her she had to crane her neck
to look up at me.

Her eyes got big as saucers, and I gently took the stick from her hand
and said, "Please be careful; I don't want you to scratch my car."

She tried to say something, but no words came out; her mouth just
opened and closed a couple of times. 
I noticed the gold stud in her tongue.

I was secretly getting a kick out of this, but I kept a stern look on
my face and I turned to Debbie and said, "It's nice seeing you,
Debbie, happy  holidays." Then I turned to the other girl, held out my
hand and said, "Nice meeting you, Jill."

Without thinking she took my hand and I made sure I gave it a crushing
squeeze. I laughed to myself as I left, and I wondered why an
attractive girl like her would want to deface her body with all that
hardware. Then a thought crossed my mind. I wondered what else was
pierced!

 From there, I went to a little jewelry shop and picked up an ankle
bracelet for Tammy.

I got to Kristen's house a little early, and she was standing in her
driveway with enough luggage for a year's stay. She also had a huge
plastic bag filled with boxes all wrapped in Christmas paper.

I started to say something about the luggage, but she pointed at me
and said, "Not a word. Your mom and I will decide what I need."

On the way home, I got an idea. I asked Kris, "Are you using birth
control?"

"Yes, I'm on the pill. Why?"

"Well, we're going to be spending time alone, and I'd like to not have
to use a condom. Would you mind if we took some tests for STDs?"

Her eyes got big and she said, "Uhh, no, I guess not. How do we do
it?"

I said, "I know a place," and drove over to the clinic that Delight
used.

The tests only took a few minutes and they told us we could pick up
the results tomorrow, but to be there by noon because they were
closing early for Christmas.

On the way home, Kristen was a little quieter than normal. But,
whatever was bothering her seemed to be gone by the time we got to the
house. 

After we put her things into Erin's room, she and Amy disappeared into
Amy's bedroom and I could hear them laughing and wrapping presents.


	Tuesday

I was raised in Arizona, so Christmas was about the same as
California.
December twenty-fourth dawned to a bone-chilling 65 degrees and by
mid-day, it was in the high seventies. It's always fun to watch Santa
Clauses standing on corners next to Salvation Army boxes, wearing red
hats, long white beards and running shorts.

Kristen and Amy seemed to be getting along very well, and when Amy
said she wanted to visit her mom, Kristen went with her.

The house looked great. The tree was loaded with presents, and I
helped Dad put an extra leaf in the dining room table. 

Around eleven, I went to the clinic and picked up our results. They
were each in separate envelopes. My results were negative and I
sneaked a peek at Kristen's. The peek showed that hers were negative
as well. I wasn't really surprised, but I was relieved, and I grinned.

When I got home, Amy and Kristen had returned. Amy looked okay, but I
noticed that Kristen was very attentive to her. I guessed that the
visit to Amy's mom hadn't gone well.

Around four o'clock, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and a guy was
standing there with the biggest flower arrangement I'd ever seen. He
stuck out something for me to sign, and after I did, he handed me an
envelope. It was addressed to "The Baker Family". The arrangement was
in a huge vase and Mom put it on the table in the living room while
Dad opened the envelope. In it was a letter from the Martin family,
wishing everyone a happy holiday and saying that Erin and I were in
their prayers and that they were looking forward to seeing everyone
after the first of the year.

Kristen asked me what it was all about and Mom dragged out a couple of
scrapbooks. One had all sorts of newspaper headlines and photos of
Erin, Clete, and I and the Martin's burning car.

After Kristen ooh'ed and aah'ed at it, Mom showed her the other album.
It was the one about the Simms thing at the airport. Kristen spent a
lot of time looking at it. Especially at the pictures of Sam, and the
descriptions the newspaper had run, saying that she was my girlfriend.

For the next hour or so, the girls were busy setting up plates of
goodies and Dad made a huge bowl of his "Special Occasion Punch."

Kate and Ben came over at five o'clock with more presents and around
six, Tammy showed up.

Tammy had put on some weight lately, and it had all gone to the right
places. Her hair was a little shorter and looked like it had been
curled. She was wearing a white, silky-looking shirt that was open to
the third button and the bumps in front clearly showed she wasn't
wearing a bra. A navy blue skirt and medium heeled shoes completed the
picture. She looked absolutely fabulous.

She kissed everyone hello and hugged Amy. Kristen was seated and I was
standing next to her. Tammy came to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on
the cheek. She still had one arm around me when she stuck her hand out
to Kristen and said, "Hi, I'm Tammy."

I was so dazzled by Tammy that I hadn't been watching Kristen, and
when I looked at her she had an odd look on her face. But she smiled
and shook hands.

What happened next was strange. Dad said something to Ben, and Ben
laughed at whatever it was. The laugh was loud enough that Tammy and I
looked over. But Kristen didn't. Tammy still had her arm around me,
and Kristen kept looking at us. Finally, she stood up and looked
directly at Tammy. When Tammy noticed her, I felt her start to take
her arm away, but she suddenly stopped. They stood looking at each
other for a second, then Tammy raised an eyebrow and started to slowly
slide her arm from around me.

It was then I realized what was happening, so I grabbed them both and
pulled them to me. I put my head between them so nobody else could
hear and I said, "Okay you two, knock it off! I love both of you, and
you're going to be friends or I will kick both of your asses."

Tammy smiled first, then reached over and touched Kristen on the arm.

Kristen got a sheepish look on her face and mumbled "I'm sorry." I
gave Tammy a quick hug; then I put my arm around Kristen and we walked
over to the table. Once there, I poured the three of us some punch. As
I handed a glass to Kristen, I happened to glance at Kate. She had
apparently seen what had happened, and when she saw me look at her,
she smiled and nodded her approval.

The rest of the evening went very well. Dinner was a huge success and
when it was over, we all went into the den, and Dad started handing
out presents. The tree was piled high with them and before long, the
room was waist-deep in wrapping paper. Mom and Dad got me a beautiful
set of saddlebags for my bike, Erin and Amy both got me CDs I'd been
wanting and Tammy gave me a new wallet to replace the tattered one I'd
been carrying.
Kate and Ben got me a beautiful cashmere sweater, and they both were
excited about the photo portrait.

There was even a card for me from the Garmin's. It wished me a happy
holiday and a short, hand-written note said, "Thanks to a good
friend."

When we first went into the den, Kristen had said something to Dad
about the big bag of things she had brought, and Dad had left it
sitting by itself by the side of the tree.

After everything had been passed out, Kristen stood up. She said, "I
want to thank you for allowing me to be part of your Christmas. It's
been as wonderful as I knew it would be. I've brought some things for
everyone. They might seem excessive, but I'd like to explain
something. As you may know, my family has interests in a number of
businesses. What I've brought for most of you came from those places.
Please accept these things, and have as much fun with them as I did
gathering them for you."

She started handing out small boxes to the girls. She even had them
for Kate and Tammy. As the girls opened them, their eyes got big and
there was a stunned silence. In each of the boxes was a large,
beautifully engraved envelope. Each envelope had the recipient's name
in gold script, and the words "Wretched Excess" across the top. Inside
was an invitation to spend a "Whole Day of Luxury." I had no idea what
that meant, but the girls apparently did, because they were talking in
hushed tones with each other, and hugging Kristen.

Then Kristen handed a similar box to both Dad and Ben, and a larger
box to me.

Mine turned out to be a summer-weight perforated leather motorcycle
jacket with full armor. 
Armor in a motorcycle jacket refers to pads (Usually Kevlar) that are
installed at the elbows, forearms, shoulders and sometimes in the
back. It protects you in the event of a crash or long slide. But
unless the jacket is properly designed, they can be bulky.
This jacket was superb. The leather was butter-soft, and when I tried
it on, I couldn't even feel the armor. 

Dad and Ben's presents turned out to be a day at California Speedway
in Fontana. It included ten laps for each of them, actually driving an
Indianapolis style racing car, and lunch with a former Indy race
winner.

A little later, when things had calmed down, Kristen asked me to
follow her into her room where it was quiet, and she handed me an
envelope. Inside was a note addressed to me, and a smaller envelope
addressed to "Ms. Coombs."

The note was from her brother. It said that if I was comfortable after
having spoken to Kristen about him, would I please give this note to
Tammy.

After I read the note, I tried to hand it to her to read, but she
said, "I know what it says."

I said, "What do you think?"

Her face was sober when she said, "My brother can be a pain in the
ass, but I love him, and I'm concerned for him."

Surprised, I said, "Concerned about what?"

"I'm concerned, because Tammy is in love with you."

I tried to think of a way to explain to her what Tammy and I had been
through, but there was no quick way, so I did what I thought was the
next best thing. I went into the den and asked Mom to join us. When we
got back in the room, I handed her the envelope. She glanced at the
note; then she looked at me and said, "Explain, please."

I told her about the conversation I had with Tony, and what Kristen
had just said.

She told me to go back into the den and she closed the door behind me.

Dad and Ben were talking excitedly about the racing thing, and Tammy
and Kate were poking fun at them and calling them both "Mario," when
Mom stepped in and asked Tammy to come with her.

Whatever happened in there seemed to be for the best, because Tammy
and Kristen came out with their arms around each other. After that, we
all seemed to enjoy the evening even more than before.

Around one-thirty in the morning, Kate said she was tired and she and
Ben got up to leave. Tammy said she'd better go too, so we all stood
up.
Kristen leaned toward me and said, "Walk Tammy to her car."

When we got outside, I mentioned to Tammy that she looked wonderful,
and seemed to be dressed awfully nice for a small party like this. I
asked her if she was going somewhere from here.

She smiled and said, "No, I dressed this way for you. I heard that you
were having a girlfriend here and I wanted to look my best."

I said, "What do you think of her?"

"She's something special. You're very lucky."

Then I handed her the envelope from Tony.

She read it under a street light, and when she looked up she was
smiling.

"Are you going to go out with him?"

"Yes. She mentioned this note to me and said he's a good guy. What do
you think?"

I grinned and admitted, "I think I'm jealous."

She said, "Good," and she hugged me and got into her car. Then she
said, "But you're still my Prince Charming."

As I turned to go back in the house, I saw a curtain in a front window
slide closed. 

When I went back in the house, everyone was getting ready for bed. I
figured it was time for some re-assurance, so I tapped on Kris's door.
When she opened it, I took her in my arms and kissed her. It was a
nice long, tender kiss, and she melted in my arms.

When I finally stepped back, she said, "What was that for?"

I smiled, "Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?"

I started to go, but she asked me, "Pete, did you mean what you said?"

Confused, I said, "About what?"

"When you were whispering to Tammy and I, you said -- Oh, never mind."

When I got into bed I lay there thinking for a while. What did I say?
Was she my girlfriend? I tried to think what I really knew about her.
I don't think I ever met anyone who seemed more confident or
self-assured.
Or had I --
None of the girls her age seemed to be, except for maybe Sam.
Alice was positive about things, but she was driven by her search for
a future for she and Molly.
What about Kate or Sylvia?
Were they so protective of me that they didn't let me see that part of
their personalities?
My mind was awhirl, and I didn't hear the door quietly open.

Suddenly, there was a pair of lips on mine. The kiss was gentle and
tender, but all too brief. When the lips pulled away, Amy's soft voice
said, "Please forgive me. Watching you tonight, I had to do this. I
don't want you to forget me."

I tried to say something, but she put a finger to my lips, said,
"Shhh," and left the room.


	Wednesday

I don't know what time I went to sleep, but it was late the next
morning when I crawled out of bed. Dad was putting his stuff in the
car, and I heard Amy say something that surprised me. She said, "Mom!
Dad is getting ready to leave and he can't find his hat!"

I hadn't realized that she was calling them that, and I was pleased.
Somehow It just seemed right.

Mom handed Dad his hat and kissed him. He waved goodbye to everyone,
and drove off.

I went into the kitchen and was met by a bigger surprise. Kristen was
standing at the sink. She was elbow deep in soapy water, washing
platters, frying pans and the good silverware from last night. She
wasn't wearing makeup, she was barefoot and had her pant legs rolled
up. She was wearing one of Mom's old aprons and several strands of her
hair were sticking straight out.

I stared at her for a minute and my heart jumped into my throat. She
looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting and I don't
think I ever saw her look more beautiful.

When she saw me standing there, her eyes got big; then a scowl came
over her. She tried to turn her back to me and she said, "Pete, get
out of her before I brain you with a frying pan. Go outside and wash
your car or something!"

I turned and started to walk away. As I got to the door I said, "Okay
Maudie, Ahm gonna go outside and feed the hogs."

A split second later, a wet dishcloth whizzed by, narrowly missing my
head.

I was helping Mom stuff wrapping paper into garbage bags when the
doorbell rang. 

I was nearest, so I went to the door, and standing there was a tall,
dark haired guy. He was dressed in a tennis outfit, and actually
looked a little like Pete Sampres. I disliked him immediately. He was
WAY too good looking. He said, "Hi, is Amy ready?"

I heard Mom behind me call out, "Amy, Wayne is here!"

A minute later, a smiling Amy walked up and said to him, "Have you met
my brother Pete?"

Amy was dressed in shorts, tennis shoes and a tight fitting top, and
she looked like a million dollars. He stuck out his hand to me, but he
didn't even look at me. His eyes were glued to Amy as he said, "Hi,
I'm Wayne."

Now I REALLY disliked him. I didn't like the way he was looking at
her, and I especially didn't like the way she was looking at him. So,
when I shook his hand, I made sure I gave it a healthy squeeze.
Surprisingly, he squeezed my hand right back. I had a good two inches
and probably 30 pounds on him, but this guy was strong.

Suddenly, I felt silly, so I relaxed my grip. He must have thought I'd
given up, because instead of letting go, he gave my hand one final
hard  squeeze. That pissed me off, so this time, I really squeezed
hard. He  finally looked over at me, and he had an alarmed expression
on his face, so I knew I was getting his attention.

Amy had apparently seen what was happening, so she stepped behind him,
and when I glanced at her, she was glaring at me. So I let him go and
the two of them got in his car. It was a Mustang like mine, but it was
a later model and a convertible. The top was down and they looked way
too cute as they drove off.

I turned to Mom and asked, "Who is this guy? I don't recognize him
from school!"

Mom answered, "He isn't in high school; he's a sophomore at CSUN."
California State University's Northridge campus wasn't that far away,
but I started feeling that this Wayne guy made it seem WAY it too
close.

"How long has she been seeing him?"

"Well, she isn't really 'seeing' him yet. He's giving her tennis
lessons. But,  I suspect he'd like to see more of her."

I said, "I don't like him!"

A second later I especially didn't like him when Kristen stuck her
head around the kitchen door and said to Mom, "Wow! Is he cute!"

We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house and packing for
the trip.

Amy came home after a few hours and when she saw me she said, "Pete,
can I talk to you for a minute?" so I followed her to her room.

Once we were inside she punched me on the arm so hard that it went
numb for a minute. I yelled, "Ow! What was that for?"

She scowled at me and said, "That was for costing me a whole day of
tennis lessons. He couldn't even hold on to the damn racket!"


	Thursday

Thursday morning was a flurry of packing. Kate and Ben showed up
around ten. Ben was loading things into the car and Kate took me aside
and handed me the keys to the ranch. Then she gave me a small key and
told me about a drawer in the bottom of the closet in her bedroom that
had some things in it, in case Kristen and I got bored. Then she
touched my cheek and said, "I'll be thinking about you, and wishing I
was there with you." Then she kissed me on the cheek. 
Her closeness affected me and I nearly pulled her to me for a better
kiss, but I noticed Kristen watching us.

Then they all drove off and Kristen and I were alone.

It actually felt kind of strange. It seemed like every since Kris and
I met, we had been in kind of a whirlwind and it had suddenly stopped.
I looked at Kristen and she looked a little nervous too, so I put my
arms around her and held her for a few minutes. I could actually feel
the tenseness leave her and I felt better too. I locked the house and
we got into the car.

As we drove away, I felt like we were starting out on an adventure.

I don't know how Kristen felt because she travels all over the world,
but this was the first time I had ever gone away with someone as a
couple. and I felt very grown-up about things. 

It was around noon when we pulled into the ranch. The day was
beautiful, but hot. The daytime temps are ten degrees warmer than LA,
but the nights are cooler.  I carried our stuff up to Kate's bedroom
and Kristen spent a while standing at the windows, looking at the
mountains. 

I lay on the bed watching her. She is truly beautiful. Her coal black,
slightly wavy hair was gathered behind her, showing off her profile.
Her dark, Italian skin is flawless and when she looks at you with her
ebony eyes, it's as though she looks right through you.
I began to get hard watching her, and I said, "Hey, come here," and I
reached over and hit the switch that closed the curtains.

Startled, Kristen watched the curtains slide closed; then she looked
at me. I was laying on my back with my legs slightly spread. My
hard-on was poking up in my pants and I made no move to hide it.

She came over and sat on the bed next to me. She put her hand on the
bulge in my pants and sat looking at me with a curious expression on
her face.

I said, "Are you okay?"

Her expression quickly changed and she jumped up and said, "Yeah, I'm
fine. There's plenty of time for this later. I see a nice pond out
there. Why don't we take a quick dip?"

I was a little disappointed, but I said, "Okay, but the water's gonna
be cold." And I jumped up and started taking off my clothes. Kristen
disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later, came out
wearing a dark red bikini. 

The effect was astonishing!

I hadn't realized her body was so beautiful. Her bikini wasn't a
thong; it was a full bikini (if you can call a bikini full), but
against her olive skin,  the dark red accentuated her skin tones and
when she moved, you could see every muscle.

She looked so spectacular I could barely catch my breath. I guess I
was staring, because a slight smile crossed her face, and she said,
"Down boy, let's go swimming."

We ran down to the pond and jumped in. The water was freezing and took
our breath away, but before long, we were splashing and swimming and
having a great time. Kristen reminded me of Erin when she swam. Her
strokes were effortless and she moved through the water, hardly making
a wave. She splashed me once and laughed and started to swim away. I
took off after her, but she easily outdistanced me.

She was at the far side of the pond when I saw some people coming our
way.
Cindy and Sandy got here first, and I swam to the shore and stood up.
Sandy said, "Hey Pete, we saw your car. Is Erin with you?"

I said, "Hi, kids. No, Erin is skiing this weekend."

Then Della, Desi and Denise came up.

Kristen started swimming toward us and Desi walked up close to me and
asked, "Who's that?"

"She's a friend of mine."

Della and Denise were standing a few steps back, and I went up to
Denise and took her hands. The acne scars were still clearly visible,
but she looked great. I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Hi
beautiful. It's been a long time. You look great."

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly to her. Della had
been watching with a smile on her face, but she looked away and her
expression changed to something else. 

I looked around to see what she was looking at, just as Kristen
stepped out of the water. The sun was slightly behind her and it was
glistening off the water droplets as she walked up to me. 

She was breathtaking. Not even Molly ever looked that poised.

Denise's arms were still around me, but when she looked at Kristen,
her eyes grew large and she stepped back. Kristen smiled, stuck out
her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Kristen."

Denise was flustered and she stuttered, "Uhh, hi, I-I'm Denise."

Then Kristen turned to Della. Clearly, Della wasn't used to seeing
someone as beautiful as Kristen, and she self-consciously touched her
hair before she held out her hand and said, "I'm Della."

Kristen shook it warmly and turned to Desi. 

Desi was staring coldly at her, but Kristen reached over and took her
hand and stunned me by saying, "Hi, you must be Desi. Pete has told me
nice things about you."

Desi's jaw dropped (as did mine) and she said, "What kind of nice
things?"

Kristen continued to surprise me by putting her arm around Desi's
shoulder and saying, "Well, he told me you were pretty and smart and
I'm glad to meet you because I need to talk to you about something."

And then she started toward the house, dragging Desi with her.

Della looked at them and said, "Where is she taking Desi?"

I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

Denise said, "Fuck! Is she gorgeous." Then she clapped her hand over
her mouth, looked sheepishly at Della and said, "Oops, sometimes I
forget."

Della frowned at Denise for a second; then she looked at me and said,
"Well Pete. Is she the one?"

I guess it was a fair question, but I really didn't have an answer. 

I put my arm back around Denise and hugged her to me and I said,
"Della, for a long time I thought YOU were the one. Then there was
Sam."

I kissed Denise on top of the head and said, "And later on, I even
thought about chasing this little redhead around for a while. But as
to whether she's the one or not, I really don't know. We haven't been
dating for long, but I have to tell you, I like her a lot."

A few minutes later, Desi and Kristen came walking out of the house
arm in arm. Desi didn't look happy, but she didn't seem mad.

I took my arm from around Denise, and she looked up at me and said,
"Are you guys coming to the dance Saturday night?"

I looked at Kristen. She shrugged and said, "I guess so. Are we,
Pete?"

"You bet. I'm looking forward to at least a couple of dances with each
one of you."

We chatted for a few more minutes; then the girls started back to the
house and Kris and I went in and sat down in the kitchen.

I couldn't stand it, I asked, "Kris, how do you know who Desi is, and
what did you say to her?"

"Pete, I told you that I read the dossier we have on you. I know who
all those girls are. I didn't know that you slept with Desi, though.
Did you sleep with the other girls, too?"

"No, I didn't. How do you know that about Desi?"

"She just told me. I could see when they got here that she was going
to be a problem, so I dragged her in here to iron things out. She's
really crazy about you."

"It's puppy love, and I didn't want to sleep with her; she practically
forced me."

"She's no puppy, my dear; she's serious. But I like her style. She
knows what she wants and goes for it."

I looked at Kristen and said, "Remind you of anyone?"

Then I asked her, "What did you say to her?"

"I told her that I wasn't her enemy, and that we could either fight
all the time while we were here or we could call a truce and try to
get along. She decided on the latter."

I shook my head in wonder, then I asked, "What would you like to do?
We can ride the horses or we can go get some lunch or whatever you
want."

She said, "Let's get cleaned up and go into town and get some lunch.
I'd like you to show me around."

We went to Kate's room and I pulled off my swimsuit and started to get
into the shower when I noticed Kristen was sitting on a chair in the
bedroom. I realized that something was the matter, and I went in and
crouched next to her. I asked quietly, "Is there something wrong?"

She didn't answer for a while, but she finally said, "Pete, I've only
been with a few guys before you, and the ones I've been with haven't
been that experienced. Plus, I'm used to being in charge. I'm a little
older than you, and I've been all over the world. Most guys my age or
even older are frightened of me. But you overwhelm me and I have to
confess I'm scared. Look at you! You're sitting in front of me without
a stitch of clothes on and you're not concerned at all. Why?
"Not only that, but someone your age shouldn't know about the things
that you do. How do you know where and how to get an STD test? Why is
it I get the feeling that you've been with every girl you know? The
girls at school talk about you and some of them brag that they've been
with you. I know about Amy, and your mom explained about Tammy, but
what about Kate? I see the way she looks at you. And now there's Desi
and God knows how many others and these are just the people I know
about.
I don't know if I can be the girl you want me to be. I don't even know
if I want to be that girl."

I sat thinking for a minute. I didn't feel I'd been with that many
girls. On reflection, I guess I've been with my share, but never so
many that it seemed excessive. But here was this girl, this beautiful
sexy girl who I guessed would have been the one who introduced me to a
whole new world of experiences, and she was telling me that she was
afraid of being with me.

I knew I had to do something and do it fast, so I got up and said,
"Kristen, stand up!"

She looked at me and her eyes narrowed, but she stood up.

I said, "Take off your bathing suit."

She stood there looking at me, but she didn't move.

I said, "Please Kristen, take it off now."

For a second, I thought I saw her lower lip quiver, but she got a
determined look on her face. She reached behind her and undid her top.
Then, in almost one motion, she pulled down the bottoms and stepped
free of everything.

I said, "Please don't move," and I walked slowly around her.

She was absolutely magnificent, and by the time I was in front of her
again, my cock was a steel pole sticking straight out in front of me.

Her eyes were big as saucers when she saw it.

I said, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I'm not going
to apologize for anything I've done before, but I promise you that
right now I can't remember being with anyone else."

She was still staring at my cock, but suddenly she looked up at me,
and it was though she had made up her mind about something, and she
threw herself at me and began kissing me. I guided her to the bed and
began kissing her neck and breasts, but she cried, "No Pete, put it in
me now!" 

The feeling was unbelievable. It had been a while since I had been in
a girl without a condom, and I don't think I lasted two minutes. My
cock was as hard as I ever remember, and when I came, it must have
swelled up even more, because she started screaming, "Oh God Pete, Oh
my God!"

I stopped for a second, but she kept squirming on me and before long,
I was as hard as before and I began to concentrate on her. Her first
come was a small one, but it was quickly followed by a bigger one,
then a series of even bigger ones. Then she started making gulping
noises and I could tell a huge one was on the way. 
She was working hard now. I could tell she wanted to come, but her
juices and my sperm had combined to make things awfully slippery and
there wasn't much friction. So I reached around her to pull her closer
and my fingers brushed her rectum. She was straining so hard that it
was pushed out a little. I touched my fingertip to it and she jerked
violently and screamed "Pete, Noooo." I pulled my hand back, but I
knew what I had to do, and I renewed my efforts until she was almost
ready, then I pulled almost all the way out of her and paused for a
second.

She looked at me, and said, "Pete, wha.." and I slammed all the way
into her and slid my finger into her rectum up to the first knuckle.

She screamed so loud that it hurt my ears. Then her juices boiled out
of her and she shook violently as she came. I held her for a long time
without moving. She seemed to be shaking slightly, so I eased my
finger out of her backside, pulled back and looked at her. Tears were
streaming down her face, and she looked like her heart was broken.

I said, "For God's sake, Kris, what's the matter?"

I could barely hear her, but she said, "Oh Pete, that was the most
wonderful feeling I've ever had. I don't even know what you did, but
thank you, thank you."

I was still inside her, but I was slowly getting soft. I was about to
pull out of her, when she said, "Pete, you're not finished. Please
darling, come inside me."

I started again slowly, but I was very ready and it wasn't long before
I flooded her insides. When I did, she whispered quietly, "Pete, I
love you!"

It was still light out when we got up, and I followed her into the
shower. We played in the water for a long time. I washed every part of
her and she did the same to me. She washed my cock so vigorously that
it started to get hard, and I had to tell her to stop or I was going
to use it on her. A touch of the old Kristen came back as she said,
"Be careful what you wish for." But when I showed her I wasn't
kidding, she laughed and backed away, shaking her head.

We got out of the shower and dried off; then she opened the shades,
went to the window and stood there.

I was halfway kidding when I said, "Hey beautiful, you better back
away from the window before someone sees you."

She said, "Pete, I've decided something. I'm not going to wear clothes
for the next few days unless I absolutely have to. I'm going to try to
be the sexual being I've always wondered about. I want you to teach me
everything I need to know and I'll try to be the girl you want me to
be."

I didn't know what caused her to make the decision, but I was thinking
about how pleasant that might be when the phone rang. Thinking it
might be Kate I answered it.

It was Denise. She said, "There showing a movie tonight at the grange.
Wanna join us?"

I said, "I thought they only did that on Wednesdays."

"I don't know, maybe Christmas messed it up, but anyway they're
showing it tonight."

I said, "I'll call you right back."

I told Kristen about it and she said, "Sure, do I have to wear
clothes?"

I laughed and replied, "I would if I were you. It gets cool when the
sun goes down."

I called Denise back and told her okay, then I pulled on some pants
and a shirt and went into bathroom to comb my hair. When I came out,
Kristen was sitting on the bed. She was wearing a medium length skirt
and a long sleeved blouse. Her hair was pulled back and she looked
like a million dollars.

I couldn't help it; I grabbed her and kissed her. I think we would
have gone farther, but I had promised that we'd be at the movie, so we
grabbed some light jackets and jumped in the car. I thought we'd pick
up some burgers, so I dropped by a local fast food place. I ordered
from the drive through window and while we were waiting, Kristen was
sitting next to me holding my hand. I noticed she was smiling at me,
and as we inched ahead, she pulled her skirt up a little and put my
hand between her legs.

She wasn't wearing panties! 

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