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CHAPTER 51

The ringing of the phone startled both of us. 
Karen said, "Damn! I have to get that. It's probably my aunt. She
left a message that she'd be calling."

I watched her nude body as she made her way to the phone. I was
used to seeing Kristen's long legs, but the way Karen moved was
every bit as sexy. She answered it quietly, but in a louder
voice, she said, "Hi Auntie." And she began talking with her. Her
back was to me, so I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she
seemed glad to be talking with her. 
At one point, she bent a little and scratched her knee. I had
always known that Karen had a great ass, but for some reason I
hadn't really looked close. When she bent, the light caught it
just right, and it was so cute I wanted to run to her and jump
her right there! 

I was impatient for her to get back, and I began to stroke
myself. Karen looked around, and when she saw me, I leered, and
crooked my finger at her. She quickly said, "Okay Auntie, I have
to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

She came back to bed and said, "It's my Auntie. She's my Mom's
sister. 
You have to meet her sometime. She's married to this old fart,
but she's a lot of fun. She lives north of here, but she drives
in once in a while, and we always have fun. She's coming in
tomorrow morning, so you'll have to leave before she gets here."

Then she noticed that I was stroking myself, and she grabbed my
cock and licked the end a couple times. Then she said, Now, where
were we?

I said, "You were about to tell me why you weren't the girl for
me." 

She put her cheek against mine for a long moment, then she said,
"Not now Pete," and she bent down and took me back into her
mouth. She did that thing where she held the head lightly in her
teeth and rapidly licked the end. I was rock hard in a second,
and she lay back and spread her legs. I grabbed a condom and put
it on, then I got on top and eased myself into her.

I've always been careful with Karen when we make love. I'm so
much bigger then her, that I worry about hurting her. Her pussy
is very tight, especially when we first start, but she never
complains, and she soon conforms to me. She was very excited
tonight, and almost immediately we had a rhythm going that was so
exciting that I had to slow down or I would have come right away.
I began to take long slow strokes. She closed her eyes, and met
every stroke with a push that had me buried deep inside her. We
went on for a long time that way. It felt wonderful, and I wanted
to go on a lot longer, but I began to wonder if she was getting
tired or if I was hurting her. I said, "Are you okay? Do you want
me to stop? 

Her eyes flew open and she said, "Stop? Heck no!" She grinned and
said, "What's the matter old man, are you worn out already?"

That's all I needed! I started to work on her in earnest, and
before long we were flailing around like crazy. The next time she
came it must have been a good one. Her fingernails bit into my
back and she wrapped her legs around me, but she kept on moving.
 
Then I came, and I had to stop for a minute. I was breathing
hard, and I was covered with perspiration. Apparently, she had
been ready to come just before I stopped, because she was a
little frantic. She pushed me off her and rolled me on my back,
then she got on top of me. My cock had softened a little, but it
was still hard enough, and she impaled herself on it. She leaned
forward and lay on me while my breathing returned to normal.

It was a fantastic feeling. Her breasts were pressing against me,
and I could actually feel her nipples. Her cheek was on my chest,
and as I held her, I could feel the muscles in her pussy,
pulsating on my cock. 

I looked down at the top of her head and I was suddenly aware of
how much I liked this sweet girl. I vowed to find out why she
didn't think she was right for me. 

As soon as I was fully hard again, she sat up and began moving on
me.
It was an amazing sight. Her eyes were closed, her head was
tilted back, and the light on the nightstand made little stars,
as it reflected off the beads of the beads of perspiration on her
body. 
 
Her mouth was open slightly, and every time she would thrust
herself against me, I could hear a sharp intake of breath. 

She started making little moaning sounds and I could tell she was
getting ready, so I put my thumb on her clit and started rubbing
it.
 
She came fiercely this time, and her body jerked around so
violently that my cock popped out of her. She cried, "No, no!"
and grappled for it, trying to stuff it back in. She was
obviously wanting more, and I was really turned on, so I jumped
up and grabbed her. I turned her over so her knees were on the
bed, and I slammed into her from behind. I got into her even
deeper this way and I must have hurt her, because she cried out
and reached behind to stop me. 

Alarmed, "I said, "You okay?"

"Oh yes, but ease up a little, It feels like you're going to
split me in two. Don't stop! Just be more gentle."

I slowed up and tried to control myself, but being inside her was
driving me crazy, and I had to force myself to calm down. I went
back to the long, even strokes, and she started moaning again.
She had been supporting herself on her hands, and she leaned over
and put her head on the bed. 

It was a strange view, looking down at her, with her butt in the
air and me buried inside her. I had done this before with other
girls, and it was usually just about just sex. But everything
about her seemed dear to me, and she actually looked cute in that
odd position. But it gave me an idea, and I stopped for a minute.


She looked back at me and said, "Is something wrong?"

"No, are you okay?"

"Yes. This feels so wonderful, I wish you could do it all
night."

"Can you stay right there while I get something?"

"Uhh, I guess so, what is it?"

"It's a surprise, I'll be right back."

I eased out of her and went to the overnight case and got out the
electric butt plug. I snapped in the battery, and went back to
her. She had been trying to see what I was doing, but I kept my
body between the case and me. When I got behind her, she said,
"Uhh, Pete, you're not going to do something weird are you?"

"No, relax. I think you'll like this."

I entered her again and resumed our steady pace. She soon seemed
to forget what I was up to, because she started moaning again. I
wiped some of her juices on my hand and onto the plug, then I sat
it on her rosebud. She jerked when I did it, but I knew that anal
things weren't new to her, and she soon settled down. I think she
thought it was my thumb. I eased it in until it passed her
sphincter, and her moaning got louder. Then I picked up my pace.
I could feel that she was starting to get ready and I was too, so
I grabbed her tightly on each side of her butt, and I switched on
the plug. 

She screamed "Oh God!" Her body stiffened, and she started
coming. Fluid boiled out of her past my cock and it sent me over
the edge. 

I felt like my entire body drained out through my cock, and we
collapsed onto the bed. I switched the plug off and pulled it out
of her, and we both lay there, trembling. I went to move close to
her and she threw herself into my arms and hugged me so tight it
almost hurt. 

I hugged her back and said, "Are you okay?"

She said "Oh Pete, I love you."

It didn't register for a minute, But when it did, I pulled back a
little. Suddenly she sat up, and her hands flew to her mouth. 
She stuttered, "Oh! I, I, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! I, I,"

I pulled her to me and held her. "I know you didn't. You were as
excited as I was. We say crazy things at times like these."

There was pain in her eyes, and she took my face in her hands and
said, "I haven't scared you away have I? We can still see each
other can't we?"

"Of course we can. You can't get rid of me that easily."

She hugged me again, then she looked up at me and said, "Can you
stay until the morning, before my Aunt gets here?"

"Actually, I should go. I have a full day tomorrow. Dad and I
have to go someplace in the morning, and I'm going on a photo
shoot in the afternoon."

"A photo shoot! What's that all about?"

They're taking pictures of me for school paper, and in the
morning, Dad and I are gonna pick up something for my room I
think you're gonna like." 

"Really? What is it?"

"A waterbed. You're gonna love it."

She put her hands on her hips and said, "And, what make you think
that I'm going to spend time in your bed young man?"

I picked her up in my arms, twirled her around, and said,
"Because I'm irresistible, and you love me. I heard you say so."

She giggled, and said, "Put me down."

I set her on her feet, and she looked up at me. Then she jumped
up on me, wrapped her legs around my waist, and kissed me. The
music was playing softly in the background, and it seemed natural
to put my arms around her and move slowly around the room. We
kissed for a long time. 
I had my eyes closed, but I could picture what we looked like. We
were both naked, she had her legs around my waist, her breasts
were pressed against my chest, and this beautiful girl was
kissing me. I had taken off the condom, and my cock was sticking
up and rubbing on the bottom of her butt.

Suddenly she slid down off me and said, "Put on your pants and
grab your stuff. I want you to follow me." 

I grabbed everything, and put on my pants, while she put on a
robe and grabbed something from the nightstand. At the bottom of
the stairs, I stopped at the car, put the travel case in the
trunk, and threw the butt plug next to it.

Karen said, "What else is in there?"

"Oh, just some clothes and stuff."

She raised her eyebrows, but she didn't say anything, and I
followed her to the main house. I though she must be going to fix
a snack or something; but she went down a hallway into a
beautiful, large bedroom. 

It was beautifully decorated, and appeared to have it's own
private bathroom. It had a queen size bed with a canopy, two
large chest-of-drawers, a bookcase, and a beautiful desk. One
whole wall was mirrored and appeared to hide closets. Another
wall was all windows, with heavy drapes at each end. But it was
definitely a girl's room. It had pictures and posters on the
walls, but not the requisite pieces of clothing lying around. I
guessed that the housekeeper had been here. I was going over to
see whose pictures were on the wall, when I noticed that she was
turning down the bed.
She dropped her robe and got in under the covers, then she threw
a couple condoms on the night stand, and held one up to me. 
She said, "Put this on and come here."

I dropped my pants and as I was putting on the condom, I said, 
"I thought the other room was for this kind of thing."

"It is, but I want you in my bed tonight. Now hurry up!"

The bed was clean and smelled fresh. I was concerned about our
sweaty bodies, but she didn't seem to be, and pulled me directly
on top of her. There was no foreplay. But her hand was trembling
as she guided me into her. It was straight lovemaking. I'm not
even sure that she came. But I did, and she kept me from pulling
out when I finished. I weigh over twice as much as she does, and
I was worried I was hurting her, but she didn't seem to mind.

After a while, I realized that I had to urinate, so I said,
"Bathroom." And I rolled off her.

She was standing by the door when I came out, and she went in
next. 
I walked over to the wall to see the pictures, and I was
surprised to see that two of them were of me! They were framed,
and seemed to be snapshots that were blown up. One was me in full
Football uniform. I was standing with my helmet in my hand,
talking to coach. The other was a head shot of me, that looked
like it was taken with a telephoto lens. Just then the bathroom
door opened and she saw me standing there. She said, "I got a new
camera for my birthday."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded, and watched her as
she climbed back into bed. I slid in next to her and she said,
"Don't worry. I told you I liked you, but I won't be a pest."

I was lying on my back. She put her head on my shoulder, and her
arm across my stomach. It felt wonderful. It felt like she
belonged there, and it made me wonder why I hadn't felt this way
with Kristen. I was starting to consider the reason, when Karen
broke in with, "It was unbelievable  making love with you
tonight. Did you like it too?"

"Of course I did. Did you like that little electric thing?"

"Well, It was a surprise, but I liked it."

"Karen, tell me more about you. You've already told me some
things about you, but I'd like to know more."

"Pete, as comfortable as I am right now, and the way you've made
me feel, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Okay, tell me about Vince. How did you meet. Why didn't you two
have vaginal sex. I'd like to hear why girls like things back
there. Would you mind talking about it?"

"No, not to you. Okay, I'll try to tell you my version. 
Vince and I used to live down the street from each other. When we
started to go out together I was only fourteen. We kissed and
hugged a lot, and there was some touching, but that's all. It was
exciting, but it didn't go beyond that for a long time. When I
turned fifteen I quit wearing bra's when we went out, in hopes he
would do a little exploring, and it was me who got him to reach
under my blouse one day. 
By this time we were in high school, Vince was an athlete, and
had a rep.
But it was bullshit. We were both still virgins. One night we
decided to touch each other between the legs, and it was really
exciting. But, that's as far as it went for a while.
Every time we were in a place where we could do more, we went a
little farther, and he took my hymen in the front seat of his
car, the night of my sixteenth birthday. But it was with his
finger! We both cried later, when I complained that I was no
longer a virgin. But he told me that I was still a virgin until
someone put a penis in there, and because I wanted to, I believed
him. A while later, he brought over a book that showed a couple
having anal sex, and they both looked like they were having fun.
I was disgusted at first, but Vince kept talking about it. I was
so crazy about him I wanted to please him, and one day we tried
it. I hated it, but Vince liked it, and we kept it up. After a
while I got used to it, and although I never really got into it,
I liked the closeness and the fact that Vince liked it."

"Did you ever orgasm that way?"

"Yes, a couple of times. But it was because I was so hot from
foreplay. A little later I learned to masturbate when he was in
there, and sometimes I could climax with him."

"You told me that you and he tried vaginal sex a few times. What
happened?"

"I'm not sure. We tried a couple of times, but Vince didn't like
wearing condoms, and I was always scared of getting pregnant. 
I was so nervous I wouldn't be wet enough, and it would hurt too
bad."

It was amazing to be lying here talking about these things with a
girl. Kate and Sylvia had always been very open with me, and they
would probably have talked with me about this kind of thing, but
I was always so in awe of them, I'm not sure I could have asked.


I thought of something, then I chuckled and said, "So you were a
virgin when you and I made love the first time?"

It took her a few seconds, then she giggled, and said, "Well, if
you don't count fingers and the occasional vibrator, according to
Vince, I guess I was." 

We both giggled at that, then I said, "Tell me about the first
time we made love. Were you scared?"

"Darn right I was. Especially when I saw how big your thing is. I
was determined to have you in me, but I was sure it wouldn't fit
anywhere. Hell, I wasn't even sure where you wanted to put it."

I laughed out loud! "Well, we managed to find a place for it,
didn't we?"

"Yes, we did, and it was wonderful. It was better then I
imagined. 
It had been a while since Vince and I had been together sexually,
and we started drifting away from each other. I found out that he
had been with other girls, and once that started, he wouldn't
touch me. I don't know why, maybe he was embarrassed. But by this
time, I had been talking with the girls at school, and I had been
to sex-ed class. It's an all girl class and you'd be surprised at
what goes on. Almost nothing is off limits. 
And then I met you. I knew from the first minute I saw you I was
going to jump your bones one day. I even told the other girls
about it. You'd be surprised, how many told me they were going to
beat me to it."

"That's strange! I don't remember girls beating down my door."
 
"That's because you started going around with Molly, and later,
with Kristen. Talk about hard acts to follow! Those girls are so
beautiful; they scared away all the rest of us."

"They didn't seem to scare you away!"

"Sure they did. I just happened to catch you at the right time."

"I sure am glad you did."

"I am too. I love being with you."

"So, why are you saying that you're not the girl for me?"

She sighed, and didn't answer for a while. Finally, she said,
"Its kind of complicated. I want to be with you more than
anything. But what happens when another Molly or Kristen comes
along, and,"I interrupted, "Wait a minute! If I'm with you,
there won't be any..."

She put her hand on my mouth to stop me and said, "Let me
finish!
If someone like them came along, you SHOULD be able to be with
them. You're a junior in high school. The last thing you need is
to be tied down to one girl."

"I don't understand. A minute ago you said you wanted to be with
me. I told you that I would like that, and now you're telling me
that I should wait for a prettier girl?"

"No Pete. I'm telling you that you are too young for a
commitment.
I thought I would be with Vince forever. Except for the sex
thing, we were great together. But I saw what happened to him
when he became the star quarterback. People were all over him.
And not just girls! Everybody wanted a piece of him. The girls
all wanted to get him into bed, and the guys all wanted to be his
friend. 
You are going to be more popular then he was. You're just as good
an athlete, you're bigger, stronger, better looking, and on top
of everything, you're a nice guy."

"If all that is true, why don't you want to be with me?"

"I DO want to be with you, but I don't want my heart broken, and
that's what would happen. I hope we can see each other a lot. And
one day we might end up together. But for right now I'd like us
just to be good friends, and maybe once in a while we can fuck
each other's ears off." 

We lay there for a long time without talking. She had opened her
heart to me, and I was blown away. I wanted to tell her she was
wrong. I wanted to hold her and make love to her and tell her
that we would be together forever. But I knew she wasn't wrong.
Karen is a wonderful girl. If I wanted a steady girlfriend right
now, she would be perfect. But I feel like I want to relax for a
while. I have to concentrate on school and with Mom's operation
coming up, I'm probably going to have a lot on my mind. 

But right now I wanted to show this sweet girl how much I
appreciated her thinking, and the way she was handling things. So
I sat up and said, "Do you know that I'm nuts about you?

"Sure. I know you like me."

"Did you bring me to your bed because you want to think of me
having been here when I'm gone?"

In a voice so quiet I could barely hear her, she whispered, "Yes.
You're the only one that's ever been with me in this bed."

I'm very honored, and I'd like to show you how much. Can I make
love to you one more time?"

I'm not sure she was really in the mood right now, but I figured
she would say yes, just to please me, and she did. She nodded,
and said, "Sure."

"Okay, when I said I want to make love to you, I meant just that.
I want you to lie back, relax, and let me make love to you. I
love the fact that you wanted me in your bed, and I would like to
show you how much I appreciate it."
"Oh Pete. You don't have to do tha..." 

I stopped her by kissing her. Then I said, "Shh, be very quiet.
This is as much for me as it is for you. Even if we don't end up
as a couple, I'd like to show you how much you mean to me, and
how happy I am to be with you." 

She said, "Uhh, okay," and I went to the window and pulled the
drapes closed. Then I went to the light switch and said, "Turn
over on your stomach," and I turned off the lights.

The room was instantly black! It was even darker than I though it
would be, but that was fine. I felt my way to the bed and knelt
on the floor beside it. I didn't do anything for a minute. I
could hear her breathing, and I reached over and touched her on
the shoulder. There was a sharp intake of breath, and I began to
run my fingers up and down her back. It wasn't a massage, I just
dragged my fingers lightly up and down. After a minute she seemed
to relax, and I began kissing the back of her neck and shoulders.
I moved my fingers to the small of her back, and down to the twin
orbs of her butt. I could hear the rate of her breathing
increase, and I continued doing it until I could feel her body
start to get warmer. I reached down and spread her legs slightly,
but I didn't go between them. 
Instead, I moved down and began kissing and licking her around
her waist and to the top of the crease of her butt. When I felt
her shudder, I started touching her between the legs. I ran a
finger up and down her slit and around her anus, but I didn't go
inside her.
She was starting to respond now. She was squirming around and
trying to back into my fingers. I kept up an even pace and
continued to kiss and lick her farther down between her cheeks
until I was just above her anus, and she began to moan and move
around in earnest.
Then I turned her over. She reached up for me, but I pushed her
arms down and said, "Shh, not yet," and I began to work on her
breasts.
I remembered that the first time we were together, I think she
actually came when I played with them, so I began touching them
and kneading them. When I touched my tongue to one of her
nipples, her body stiffened, and she murmured, "Oh God! 
It was fascinating, knowing that a girl could get that much
enjoyment out of her breasts, and I spent some more time on them.
I don't know if she came, but at one point I touched her between
the legs, and she was sopping wet.
I was sucking on one of her nipples when she pushed me away and
said, Oh Pete! I need you inside me now!

I was still kneeling alongside the bed, and I reached to the
night stand for a fresh condom. I slipped it on, and instead of
climbing onto the bed, I pulled Karen around so her legs were on
each side of me and her pussy was directly in front of my cock,
and I leaned forward and entered her.

She was trying to grab at me but I held her arms and very slowly
I began to enter her. First the head, then a little more until I
was buried inside her and the head of my cock was resting against
her cervix.
Then I stopped.

I looked down, and she was clutching the sheet tightly in her
hands. I pried them loose and held them together and kissed them,
but I still didn't move. I stayed buried deep inside her, and I
could feel the muscles inside her pussy start to work as though
she was trying to milk my cock. I remained motionless, and she
became more excited. She was squirming around and trying to force
herself even farther onto me. She tried to pull her hands away
from mine, but I held on to them and her body started to stiffen
again. She got completely ridged and her breathing got ragged.
She was saying, "Oh Pete, Oh God," over and over, and finally,
with a loud, "Oooohhh," she came.

It was too much for me, and for the fifth time tonight I came as
well.

Her body jerked a few times, then she settled back on the bed. 
Still inside her, I lay my head on her breast and we both dozed
off.

I was in kind of an awkward position, and I woke a few minutes
later. 
I whispered, "Karen!" but she was sound asleep. My cock was limp
now, so I backed away from her and stood up. I lifted her legs
and put them on the bed, then I pulled the covers up around her,
and looked at her.
She looked like an angel, lying there. I was exhausted, and I
wanted more than anything to crawl in beside her. But I knew if I
was going to leave, I would have to do it now, and I kissed her
gently and slipped away. 

All the way home I thought about her. Did I do the right thing?
Should I have insisted that we be together?
When I pulled up to the house, I still didn't have and answer,
and when I went inside, I saw the light on under Amy's door, so I
tapped on it.

She said "Come in." 
When I opened the door, she was sitting at her computer. When she
saw it was me, she typed a few things, pushed her chair away and
said, "What's up?"

Just before the screen went blank, I saw Kristen. She looked like
she was in stage makeup.

I said, "Was that Kristen?"

"Yes, the little cameras on top of the computers do that. She can
see me, as well. She just got back from performing. She said to
say hello."

"Wow! That's amazing. But I need to discuss something with you.
Can we uhh, talk for a minute?"

She nodded, and I started telling her about Karen. I told her
about how I felt about her, and how she had said that we should
cool-it, and I asked her what she thought I should do.

She gave me an odd look, then she shook her head and said. "She's
right, you know. You're going to have a full plate around here
for a while. Mom is going to need a lot of care. Erin and I will
handle that, but when Dad gets back from this short leave, he's
going to be working out of Chicago for several months. So he'll
only be here two days a week for a while, and you're going to
have to be the man of the house."

"When did you hear that?"

"He found out about it today. He told Erin and I when we got
home. He'll talk to you about it tomorrow."

I wanted to talk with her about it, but I was too tired, so I
started for my room. I stopped at the door and said, "Thanks for
the advice. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

I turned around to leave, and she said, "Pete, did you have sex
with her?"

"Yes, why?"

"No reason."

I started to leave again, but something caught my eye, and I
turned around just as Amy looked down. I thought that she was
glaring at me. But it must have been my imagination.

Dad shook me awake the next morning, and we jumped in the truck
to go get the waterbed. He started telling me about the job
thing. After he got off the leave he was on now, he was going to
be stationed in Chicago for a month. After that, he was going to
go to school in Texas for a month, for additional pilot training.
He would be able to dead-head home for a day or two each week
while he was working in Chicago, but once he was in school, he
would only be able to get home a couple times.

We got the waterbed home, and Dad and I spent the next several
hours setting it up and filling it with luke-warm water. The bed
had a heater, but it takes several days for it to normalize the
water temperature.
Mom was in there with us, and as we were finishing up, Erin,
Kelly and Amy joined us. 

We had also bought some bed clothes, and Amy helped Mom make up
the bed. When we were finished, we all stood back and looked at
everything. It was great! Even with the bed and stuff in it, it
was twice as big as my room in the house, and I had an idea. Dad
had one of those work out machines. He had it in the garage in
Phoenix, but he never used it once we got here. Coach had told me
I was going to have to buff-up for the team next year, so we
brought it in and set it up.

I was admiring everything when Amy said, "Go take a shower. We
have an appointment."

Burbank is only about twenty minutes from our house. It's the
home of many movie studios. Two of the giants, Disney, and Warner
Brothers are there, and many TV programs, including the Tonight
show are filmed in the area. There are also lots of recording
studios, photo shops and labs. 

The address we had was a big gray building. From the outside, it
looked kind of drab. The windows were painted over, and there
were no signs, or advertising of any kind. The only indication
that the place was even occupied, was that the parking lot was
full, and the word "Office," was hand painted on a small door. 
We went inside, and Amy showed something she had written to a
guard.
He took us to a large room. One whole wall was painted to look
like a football field. It was complete with grass, goalposts, and
stands full of people. Everything was in scale, and if you
squinted, you would swear you were actually at our field. Over
the stands there was even a sign showing the name of our school
with the Lion logo, that looked exactly like the one we had at
our field.
 
The guard took us to where several people were standing together
talking. One of them, a thin, effeminate-looking guy with a
clip-board, looked at us and said, "Oh good, the children are
here." Then he looked me up and down and said, "Goodness! You're
a big one, aren't you," and said to one of the other guys, "Take
him over and get him dressed."

Amy put her arm on mine and said, "Hold on a minute." Then she
stepped toward the guy and said, "Are you in charge here?"

The guy had turned back to the other people, and when Amy spoke,
he said, "Yes Dear, but I'm rather busy right now."

She took him by the arm and dragged him about ten feet away. 
He looked alarmed! Especially when Amy stuck her finger in his
face and began talking. At one point he seemed surprised and
looked at me. Then the two of them disappeared through a doorway.
They were gone quite a while, and when she re-appeared, Amy was
alone. She walked up close to me and said, "You're a well known
New York model. If anybody asks you anything, have them to talk
to me."

"But I've never even been to New York!"

"Shh, follow me." 

We went to a dressing area, and there was a guy there with a
paper in his hand. He looked at it, then he went to a wardrobe
closet and opened it. It was full of clothes and suit carriers.
He pulled one of the suit carriers down and lay it on a table,
then he bent down and grabbed a box. He set the box on the table
next to the carrier, and said, "Here's your stuff. Put it on.
Make-up will be here in a minute," and he left.

I unzipped the carrier, and my entire football uniform was in it.

The box held my football helmet, cleats, and my shoulder and hip
pads.
Everything had been freshly laundered. Even my 'Cup' was there.

Amy was sitting at a table, going over some papers. 
I said, "I have to get dressed, do you mind?"

"No, of course not.

Somehow, I felt a little strange undressing in front of Amy. We
walked around the house in nothing but our underwear sometimes,
and, of course, we had made love. But it was broad daylight, and
we were in an unlocked room. However, she didn't seem to mind, so
I took off my shirt and slipped out of my pants. I was bent over.
Trying to put on my cup, when something stung my butt, HARD!

I jumped up and turned around. Amy had a rubber band in one hand,
some paper clips in the other, and she was giggling.

I stood there for a second, rubbing my butt and trying to think
of some evil thing to do to her, when the door opened and a girl
came in, carrying a box. I quickly turned my back and I was
trying to pull on my pants, when she said, "Hi Pete!"

Surprised, I turned around.
It was Bonnie! The make-up girl from Delight!

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CHAPTER 52

The last time I saw Bonnie was the time I was with Molly and
Alice at the hotel. I glanced nervously at Amy and said, "Bonnie!
What are you doing here?"

Bonnie saw the glance, and she went to Amy and said, "Hi, I'm
Bonnie. I'm here to make Pete pretty. You must be Pete's sister,
Amy. The people outside told me you were here."

Amy stood up and said, "Yes, I am. Uhh, you and Pete know each
other?"

"Yes, Pete helped me a while back, when we did some, umm, glamour
shots with Molly Dennis. I think Molly used to go to the same
school as you, didn't she?"

Amy nodded, and Bonnie continued, "The people here told me you
work with Tomaso's crew, and that you're pretty tough. Good for
you. 
These Devon kids are okay, but their mother is a pain in the ass.
She's their agent and she represents some other people as well.
She's okay with her girls, but she tries to take advantage of
everybody else. I'm glad you're here to look out for Pete. Have
you met her yet?"

"No, not yet. But thanks for the warning."

Amy went back to the papers, and Bonnie started working on me.
Suddenly Amy said, "Damn!" and jumped up. She grabbed the papers,
said, "Be right back," and slammed the door on the way out.

Bonnie laughed and said, "It looks like the old broad had
something in there that Amy doesn't like. It doesn't surprise
me."

Then she asked, "Have you talked to Molly or Alice lately?"

I told her about the conversation I'd had with Alice, and she
said, "Those were lovely girls, and they sure liked you a lot. I
was sorry to see them leave, but I was glad they got away from
Delight. I saw Alice on TV the other day, and she looked great.
She liked you a lot, you know. Actually. They both did."

"Yes, I liked them too. They left before I had a chance to say
goodbye."

"I know. They talked to me about it. They are closer then any two
sisters I ever saw, but they knew that if they didn't leave right
away, being around you would cause a problem between them."

"Hmm, I didn't realize that. I liked Alice a lot, and I liked
Molly too, but Molly is so beautiful, I was always in awe of
her."

"I don't blame you. She is truly gorgeous. 
By the way, as you know, I'm around this sex stuff all the time.
But that day you made love to Molly was the sexiest and most
beautiful thing I ever saw."

"But I thought Alice and I were alone with her."

"You were, but don't forget, there was a TV camera there too. It
wasn't as intimate as the film footage that Alice took, but it
was still awesome."

Just then the door flew open, and Amy came charging in. "Put on
your street clothes. We're leaving!"

"Wha... what's going on?"

"Never mind. Let's get out of here!"

I was confused. I was about to ask again what was going on, when
a heavy-set woman appeared at the door. The Devon girls were
standing behind her, and they looked scared. The woman came in
and looked at me, then she looked at one of the daughters. The
daughter said, "Mom... please?"

She looked back at me, and seemed to study me for a minute, then
she walked over to Amy, jerked a paper out of her hand, signed
it, threw it on the table, and said, "Okay, but hurry his ass
up!" And she stalked out.

While the woman was there, Amy seemed to be fuming. I had never
seen her look so angry. But as soon as the woman left, Bonnie and
Amy looked at each other, they both started grinning, and Bonnie
gave her a 'thumbs-up' sign. 

I said, "What's happening?"

Amy answered, "Oh, just a little negotiating is all."

Bonnie put a few finishing touches on me, and we went to the
set.

There were a number of people standing around. The photographer
and a helper were fussing over the cameras; the director and the
two guys who were with him when we walked in were there, and one
of them was pointing a video camera at everyone. There were also
two attractive girls standing around with their arms crossed,
watching everything. I tried to get a good look at them, but the
director said, "Okay people, time is money. Let's get going."

The Devon sisters were dressed in cheerleader outfits, and they
really looked cute. They were wearing short skirts, and whenever
they would walk, or even bend over slightly, you could see they
were wearing frilly white panties that came halfway to their
knees. Each had her hair divided in the middle, with ponytails
sticking out the sides. 
They looked about twelve years old.

They came over to say hello, and they stopped about five feet
away. Both had odd looks on their faces, and one of them said,
"Holy Cow." 

I was standing there in my full uniform. 
In my cleats, I'm well over a foot taller then they are, and I
weigh more than both of them put together. With my shoulder pads
on, I must have looked like a giant to them.

One of them stepped forward and put out her hand to touch me, as
though she couldn't believe I was real, and she said, "Gee whiz,
Pete! I forgot how big you are."

I laughed and said, "Okay, which one are you?"

She said, "I'm Rose, look," and she held her finger to a point on
her chin.
I looked close, and there was a tiny scar that I'd never noticed
before. She said, "That's how you can tell us apart. It's where
Lily hit me with a rock."

The other girl jumped between us, and said, "I did not! You fell
down all by yourself. Quit telling people that!"

I separated them by picking both of them up by the waist, and
swinging them around. They both started giggling, and the
director came over and said, "Okay, you moose, put the girls
down. We have work to do."

I glanced over, and the mother was watching me closely, so I set
the girls down gently.
 
We started right off with the pyramid thing. They shot about
twenty pictures that way, then they positioned the girls around
me in various poses. They told me to keep a stern look on my
face, but the girls seemed to be all smiles and adoring looks. It
was amazing to watch a dazzling smile change to a serious look,
right after the shutter clicked.

Bonnie hovered close, and every once in a while she would step in
and touch up the girls or me, then Mrs. Devon said something to
her. She went to the two girls who were watching, and the three
of them disappeared.

I didn't do much but stand around, posing. The girls did all the
work. They climbed all over me and held difficult poses for long
periods, while the cameraman got things set right, and before
long they were getting tired. The director set up the shots, but
Mrs. Devon was always there, telling the girls to smile bigger,
or to hold their arms a certain way.
You could tell the director was annoyed but he didn't say
anything.

All the shots at the beginning were without my helmet. Then the
director told me to me to put it on because he wanted to try
something, but Mrs. Devon stopped him. She had been watching us
like a hawk, and after one scene where I had been holding Rose on
my shoulder for a while, she said something to the director, then
she came to me and said, "Are you tired?"

"No, ma'am, I'm fine."

"Okay. Thanks for the good job with the girls. Take a break.
Bonnie will come and talk to you about the next shots."

Amy and I went back to the dressing room, and Amy was shaking her
head. She said, "I gotta tell you, you really looked great with
the girls."

"Thanks, but I don't understand something. They took enough shots
for ten yearbooks and school papers. What was that all about?" 

"That's one of the things we were arguing about. Some of that was
for the school paper, but most of it was for the girls. They're
trying to sell a pilot to the studios. In it they play
cheerleaders, and she was trying to get you to work at a
discounted rate for the school thing and let that cover the cost
for the rest of it. I told her, no way, your minimum applied, and
that was it. I knew she would come around. She has too much
invested here."

"What do you mean?"

"She's the one who's paying for the studio, the director, the
camera people and Bonnie. The school will pick up part of it, but
there's a lot of money involved."

"She did all this, just so her daughters will be able to show
someone pictures about an upcoming pilot?"

"Don't feel too sorry for her. If the pilot sells, they stand to
make an awful lot of money."

"The girls worked pretty hard. Are they going to be okay for the
next session?"

"They're not in the next session. This is a completely different
thing. Those two other girls you saw on the set are actresses
that she also represents. One is trying out for a part in a TV
show that features some football sequences and the other one is
already working, and wants some shots showing different
emotions."

"But, why don't they use professionals for this?"

"Amy grinned up at me and said, "What makes somebody a
professional?"

"Well, uhh, I guess a professional is someone who gets paid to do
something."

"Are you getting paid to do this?"

"Yes, I... Oh! Hmm, I guess that makes me a professional, doesn't
it?"

I was thinking about that, when Bonnie came in. She went to the
wardrobe, pulled out another shirt, and said, "Put this on." 
Then she took my helmet and started working on it.

Our shirts are red and white, and have our names and numbers on
them. The shirt she handed me was all red. It had number 99 on
the front and back, but no name. Our helmets are white, with a
red stripe down the middle, and our lion logos on each side. She
was covering up the lion logos with white tape.

When she finished, we walked back out to the set. They had
removed the school sign, and this time the camera was set up
toward the side of the set with several light-reflecting screens
alongside it. We waited a minute, then one of the girls who had
been standing on the sidelines came out. Both girls had been
wearing jeans and had their hair pulled back, but when this one
came out, she was wearing a skirt and blouse, and her hair was a
mass of waves that hung almost to her waist. 

She was gorgeous, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her.
But she didn't even say hello. The director started talking to
her about where he wanted her to stand, but she immediately began
striking poses and calling for Bonnie to touch up her hair. It
went on for a few minutes, and you could tell the director was
getting perturbed. Suddenly Mrs. Devon stepped between them and
said, "Hold it!" She stuck her finger in the girl's face and
began walking toward her. The girl got a worried look, and
started backing up. I couldn't hear what Mrs. Devon was saying,
because she was talking quietly, but whatever she said worked.

The girl came to me and stuck out her hand. She said, "I'm uhh,
sorry for being rude," and she looked at Mrs. Devon.

Mrs. Devon nodded, as I shook the girl's hand.

We got right to work. They must have taken fifty shots, and they
were all definitely about her, I was simply a prop. I wore my
helmet the whole time, and most shots were of her, standing or
leaning against me, with the focal point of the camera on her
face and upper body.

Which was kind of a shame, because she had a great butt.

The last several shots were the most fun. They were from the
side. She was pressed against me, and had her arms around my
waist. She was looking up at me, and she had such an intense and
sexy look on her face, I began to get hard. My cock was pressing
against her leg, and I moved it against her, hoping she would
respond in some way. Instead, she got an annoyed look on her face
and whispered "Okay asshole, knock it off!"

My cock must have heard her, because it immediately retreated,
and when we finished, she walked away without a word. 

Amy walked over, and Mrs. Devon joined us and said, "Sorry about
her, sometimes she can be rather unpleasant. But you'll like the
next girl. She's a sweetheart."

Then she looked over at Amy and said, "Okay, I know we had a deal
as to time, but I'd like to try a few things."

Amy replied, "How much time and what kind of things?"

"Our deal is for another hour. This next girl is going places,
and it's going to take all of it to complete what we have
scheduled. But I'd like to try some extra things. As you might
have noticed, I cut the time with the twins a little short, but
it could take an extra half hour, and I can't pay you for it."

"Do we get a full set of prints?"

"I'm sorry, a full set would cost as much as the extra half hour.
But I'll get you some stills."

"Don't bullshit me. You have a deal with the lab, and you can get
them for a fraction of that."

"Young lady, don't use that language to me, and 'No', you're not
going to get a full set of prints. You're going to do it because
I ask you to, and I don't do things without a purpose."

Amy stared at her for a minute, and finally she said, "Okay,
we'll do it."

Mrs. Devon turned to me, "Please hurry and change to your street
clothes. Bonnie will be in there to help you."

Amy and I went back to the dressing room, and I said, "What was
that about?"

"I'm not sure, but we're getting good money for this, and I think
we should go along with it."

I sat on a bench to strip off my pants, as Bonnie came in
carrying a really nice, silk shirt. She hung it up, then she
dropped to her knees, and said to Amy, "Give me a hand, we're
running out of time."

The girls helped me wriggle out of my football pants and when
they came off, everything, including my cup came with them, and I
was sitting there naked from the waist down. Amy looked a little
nervous, but Bonnie acted like she didn't even notice, and she
jumped up and started helping me off with my shirt. When I stood
up, I was completely naked. Amy handed me my shorts, and after I
put them on she handed me my pants and stood there looking at
Bonnie and me, grinning and shaking her head as I stepped into
them. 

I sat back down on the bench, and Bonnie said to Amy, "Put on his
shoes and socks, I have to get his hair."

She worked on me for a minute or two, then she pointed to the
shirt and said to Amy, "Put this on him, I gotta go."

She ran out the door, and I looked at Amy. She was sitting on the
floor in front of me, tying my shoe. I pretended to get a serious
look on my face, and I said, "Hurry up young lady, I have
important places to be."

She finished tying my shoe, and she stood up. The next thing I
knew, she had my ankles in her hands and she was holding my legs
in the air. 
She said, "The only reason I don't throw your ass over backwards,
is because Bonnie would be mad if I messed up your hair. Now, put
on your shirt and let's go."

The next session was interesting. They had moved from the
football setting to a wall on the side of the studio. The wall
and the floor in front of it were painted blue.

The other girl came out and introduced her self as Margo. Her
face was familiar. I'm sure I'd seen her on TV. She was in her
mid- to late-twenties, and very pretty, but she had more than
that. She was sexy, but not nasty, and she had an air about her
that made you feel good just being around her. 

The shooting was about her, but I was in all of the shots. The
director would say, "Loving look!" And she would look up at me
with such love in her eyes it was startling. I found myself
breathing hard, just being near her. They shot her touching my
chin, running her hands through my hair, standing beside me,
leaning against me, and holding me at arms length.
We took a five-minute break, then they brought in a stool, and
she stepped up on it. I stood in front of her, put my hands under
her arms, and she put her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned
against me and looked down. It looked and felt like I was holding
her up. The camera was low and slightly behind us. They took a
lot of shots that way, and her expression changed many times.
Sometimes it was loving, sometimes sad, and everything in
between. 

Then Bonnie came over and rolled up my sleeves. The director
said, "Put pressure under her arms." We took a few shots that
way, and I saw Mrs. Devon and him talking. He came to us and
helped Margo off the stool, then he said to me, "Take off the
shirt."

When I did, he looked at me for a minute, then he said, "Can you
do push-ups?"

"Sure."

"Do twenty."

"What!"

"Do twenty! Do it right now, and do them fast."

I had a pretty good idea what he was after, so I dropped and
started doing them. The first ten went fast, but with no
stretching or build-up, the rest went slower, and by the time I
was finished, I was winded, but my arms and shoulders were
pumped. Bonnie rushed over with a spray bottle, and sprayed my
arms and back a couple times. I guessed it was supposed to look
like sweat. Then they brought Margo back to the stool.
Margo and I started posing again. The lighting guy and the camera
man set and reset things a number of times, clicking away every
time. Then the director said to me, "Can you actually hold her up
that way?"

"Yes, sir."

They carefully removed the stool and I held her, while the camera
clicked away from a distance. They moved all around us, and took
a bunch of shots. The director kept saying, "Put her down if you
get tired," But she only weighed about 110 pounds and part of her
weight was on my chest, so it was no problem. 

Suddenly Mrs. Devon said, "Stop. Put her down."

Bonnie came over and helped Margo straighten her dress and touch
up her hair, and Mrs. Devon said to me, "Could you hold her up
like that, and move around like you were dancing?"

"Sure, no problem."

The camera man brought out a movie camera. The light guy set up
another light and repositioned the reflectors, and the director
said "Go!"

I lifted her, and we began moving around in a circle like we were
dancing to music. The director said, "Both of you, smile!"

We did, and at one point Margo threw her head back and began
laughing. It was wonderful watching her. I knew she was acting,
but even as close as I was, it looked real. 

My hands were in her armpits, and my wrists were pressing against
the sides of her breasts. She was holding her upper body away
from me, but her stomach was tight against me. It was exciting
before, but now that we were moving around, it was even more so.
The lights were warm and I began to perspire for real, and I
could feel her body getting warmer as well. I was actually
enjoying this, and I was starting to get hard again, when the
director called, "Cut!" and told me to put her down.

Bonnie came running over with some towels. She threw one to me,
then she began dabbing at Margo. I wiped myself down, and when I
finished, 
I noticed a couple of furtive glances from Margo. It looked like
she was enjoying herself. I know that I certainly was.

The final shots were close-up stills. Mostly from the side; with
the lens pointed directly at her. In several, she had her head on
my shoulder, and in a few, her face was just an inch or two in
front of mine.
I knew she was acting, but it was disconcerting being that close
to her.
I could feel her breath on me. It was sweet and she smelled like
mint.

We shot several that way, then the director said, "Okay, relax."

He and Mrs. Devon talked for a minute, then he nodded at Bonnie,
and she came over with something in her hand and said to me,
"Open wide."
I did, and she sprayed something into my mouth. 
It had a minty taste, and smelled like what was on Margo's
breath.

Everyone got very close this time. The director, Mrs. Devon and
Bonnie were just a few feet away and the camera man was standing
practically on top of us when the director said to me, "Take her
in your arms."

She came to me like a lover, and somehow she just fit. It was
hard to imagine that I had met her just a few minutes ago.
The lights were mostly on her, so she stood there with her eyes
closed while the director pushed and prodded us into a position
that he liked. Then he said, "Okay," and she looked up at me. 

It was like an electric current went through me. My whole body
was pins and needles. She was beautiful, and she was looking at
me as though I was the only person in the world. 

The director said, "Move closer," and she moved her head toward
me until our lips were almost touching.

He said, "Get ready," and she closed her eyes and parted her
lips.

I felt his hand on my arm and he squeezed it hard! He said,
"Relax, she won't bite you. Don't look so alarmed! Think of her
as your lover."

The camera moved closer to her and clicked several times, then it
pulled back. It was there again! The look in her eyes was love!
She closed them and her lips parted once more. It surprised me,
and I must have pulled my head back, because I suddenly felt a
hand on the back of my head, trying to push me closer to her. 

I turned to the director and said, "Wait a minute! Tell me what
you're looking for."

Margo stepped back from me, shook her shoulders, and waited.

The director said, "This is what we want. This is about her, but
I think we have all we need. But you're doing pretty well, and
I'd like to see what the two of you look like together. If I tell
you exactly what I want you to do, do you think you can do it?"

"Yes sir, I can."

He said to Margo, "Okay with you?"

She nodded, and he said, "Take her in your arms again, look down
at her and pretend she's your one true love."

I was more relaxed now, and this was getting to be fun.

I held her again, and stood looking at her. The light guy did a
few things and the camera started clicking.

The director said, "Okay, Margo, close your eyes." She did, and
he said, "Pete, move in until your lips are almost touching, and
stop."

I did, there was more clicking, and he said "Hold it, right
there. Don't move!"

He said, "Silhouette." To the light guy, and out of the corner of
my eye, I saw him quickly pull the light back and slide a screen
in front of it. 

Then he said, "Margo, tongue," and her tongue came out and
touched me lightly on the lips."

The camera clicked a bunch of times, the director said, "Great
kids! Thanks," and it was over.

Margo immediately turned away and began to talk with the director
and Mrs. Devon. 

I actually felt a sense of loss. It was as though I was suddenly
invisible.
A minute ago I was holding a beautiful girl in my arms, and
everyone attention was on us. A few seconds later she had turned
away as though I was a total stranger, and everyone else was busy
doing other things. 
So I went back to the dressing room. I washed up and put my shirt
back on, and I was about to go look for Amy, when there was a
knock on the door. I opened it and Margo was standing there. She
kissed me on the cheek and said, "Nice meeting you, Pete. You did
great out there," and as she turned to leave, a guy put his arm
around her and they walked away together.

I was kind of stunned. I had been very close to two women in the
last few hours. They had both looked at me with expressions of
love on their faces and in their eyes. Now they were gone, and I
probably wouldn't see either one of them again. I suddenly had
much more respect for actresses' abilities.

Then something hit me! I wonder if all women could do that?

Bonnie came by a minute later and said, "Pete, something maybe
coming up soon. Can I get your phone number?"
I wrote it down and she waggled her fingers at me and left.

A minute later, Amy came by waving a check. We jumped in my car,
and I said, "Well, how did we do?"

"Not too bad. How does five hundred sound?"

"Five hundred!" I barked. How did you manage that?"

"We were there for over five hours, it should have been more than
that!
Which reminds me, I'm hungry. Do you have a date tonight?"

"I'll be glad to take you to dinner. But I haven't talked to
Karen, and she might want to come along. Would that be a
problem?"

"No, not at all."

When we got home I headed toward to my room in the garage, and on
the way I got a strange feeling. Home was only a few feet away,
but I felt like I didn't live there anymore. I stood in my
doorway and I could see Mom moving around through the kitchen
window. I wanted to run in and hug her. I shook myself and went
inside and checked the phone.

There were messages from Karen, Tammy, and Bill. 
Karen said that she was out with her Aunt that night, and she'd
call me the next day. Tammy was returning my call and said she'd
call back later, and Bill said to call him Sunday. 

I grabbed a jacket and went into the house. Mom and Dad were in
the kitchen. I put my arm around Mom and asked her how she was
feeling, she said, "Fine," and said that Amy had told them how
the shoot went, and congratulated me on a good job. I went to
Amy's room, and on the way I passed Erin's room. She and Kelly
were in there, and as I passed, she yelled, "Hey movie-star, do
we get an autograph?" 

I flipped her off.

When I got to Amy's room she was putting on her jacket. I said,
"Hurry up, you don't want to keep a big star waiting."

She flipped me off.

Amy and I went to one of the million little restaurants on
Hollywood Boulevard. On the way I stopped at an ATM. I deposited
the check and took out some money for tonight, and when I got
back in the car I handed Amy fifty dollars, and said, "Here's
your ten percent. All of us big stars pay our debts right away."

She scrunched her face up and shook her head, but she put the
money in her purse.

The restaurant wasn't fancy, but dinner was great. We found the
quietest table we could, and we talked the whole evening. She was
smiling when she told me how well her brother was doing, and
there was sadness when she talked about her mom's failing health.
She said how excited she was about working with Tomaso and
Kristen, and we shook our heads about Tammy and Tony. We talked
about school, and where we thought we'd be this time the
following year, and we talked about Erin. She told me something I
wasn't aware of. She said that Erin was doing extremely well in
school, and was at the top of her class. 
Then she mentioned something about Kelly.
She said, "Kelly seems like a nice girl. Are you worried that her
sister might be a bad influence on her? 

"Like what?"

"One of the senior girls told me that she knows some people who
go to Marie's high school, and last year, right before she
graduated, she got caught by the principal having sex with the
entire baseball team. She heard that the only reason they let her
graduate was because her grades were so high." 

"I'm surprised! She was at Big Bear, and she seemed nice."

"Well, it's just high-school talk. The truth is probably
something else or maybe the whole thing is a lie." 

I thought about the time that Kelly came into my room in Big
Bear, and the times that she and Erin had approached me about
sex, and it made me wonder if some of the curiosity stemmed from
Marie's actions.
I don't want Marie to be a bad influence on the girls, so I
decided that the first chance I had, I'd discuss it with her.

Amy saw me thinking and she said, "Problems?"

So I started to tell her about the times that Erin and Kelly had
come to me for information about sex. But I had only said a few
things, when I noticed she was smiling.

She said, "The girls and I are pretty close. I know all about it.
Kelly even told us about what happened in Big Bear."

"She did? She told you that I didn't, uhh, do anything, didn't
she?"

"Yes, she told Erin and me everything. She told us how she
surprised you that night, and that you didn't know it was her.
She even mentioned that silly story you told her about not
wanting to continue because she might break your heart. We all
thought that it was very sweet of you to try to let her down
easy."

A little disappointed, I said, "She seemed pretty sure of what
she wanted that night. I was surprised she left without
complaining more."

"She WAS sure. She came there fully intending to make love to
you. She's always had a crush on you. But it would have been her
first time, and she was also very scared. I, uhh, know how she
felt. I remember how it was the first time we were together. So
it didn't take much for you to talk her out of it."

I reached across the table and touched her cheek. "I remember our
first time together too, and I remember how wonderful and
exciting it was."

She stared down at the table for a minute, then she looked up and
said, "By the way, who did you think it she was with when she
came into the room?"

"I don't know. Tammy I guess, or maybe Marie."

"Have you been having sex with Tammy?"

"No."

"Good. What about Marie?"

"No, I barely know her. I never even talked to her much before we
were in Big Bear. She actually seems like an okay girl. It's hard
for me to believe that she would do something like your friend
said, but I guess people do strange things sometimes."

The words were barely out of my mouth, when I suddenly remembered
the time I was with the dancer and her sisters in Mexico, and how
it would sound to someone who wasn't there. And I vowed to myself
that I wouldn't make judgments about people without knowing more
about the situation.

Then I thought of something, and I said, "What about Erin? Is she
having sex?"

Amy, frowned and answered, "I'm going to answer this just once! 
At this time I don't believe so, but don't ask me again. This is
a private matter. If she wants to talk to you about things, she
will. The only time I will ever talk to you about her sex life
again is if I think she's in danger, or about to do something
terribly unwise."

"Okay, what about you? Is there anything you want to talk to me
about?"

"No, not really. I've never been so busy, or so happy in my
entire life. This thing with Tomaso and Kristen is taking a lot
of time, but it's fascinating.
I guess it would be okay to have a boyfriend, but to tell the
truth, my new family is all I need right now. How about you? Is
Karen somebody you're really interested in?"

"I don't really know. She says that she wants to keep things
low-key. 
Part of me wants to take things farther, because she's a really
sweet girl, and unlike Kristen, I can depend on her being around
for a while. But with what's going on with her dad and Clair, and
with Mom's operation coming up, another part of me is kinda
glad."

"I understand what you mean. Dad was talking with Mom the other
day about what Mr. Gilroy is going through with his wife. Mr.
Gilroy and Dad are friends, and I guess Dad is concerned for
him.

A picture of Dad and Mrs. Gilroy watching Mr. Gilroy making love
to someone that night in the garage crossed my mind, and I
wondered if she knew just how good friends they were.

Then Amy said, "What about Kristen? Do you miss her?"

"Sure I do! I didn't want her to leave. But she was never really
mine to keep. I always had a feeling that one day she'd realize I
was just a school kid, and she'd be gone."

"I don't think so. She and I talk a lot, and she told me that if
you had asked her, she would have given it all up."

"Sure, and what about a year from now when she was sitting
around, wondering, 'What if?'"

"You're right. You did the right thing. But she still misses
you."

This conversation was bumming me, so, to change the subject I
said, "Did you and Bill have a good time at the show last
night?"

She laughed and said, "I knew it! That was a set-up, wasn't it?"

"Uhh, yeah, I think he likes you."

"Well, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not for me. But Tess
seems interested in him. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I'll ask him."

Someone said, "Ahem!" and when I looked up, the waiter was
standing there. I looked around and glanced at my watch. It was
almost one in the morning, and the place was empty.

We were both yawning on the way home, and when we got there, I
pulled into the spot behind the garage. We sat there for a minute
and Amy said, "Gee, it's like you don't live with us anymore. I
got kind of used to you being just down the hall." 

She kissed me on the cheek, and I watched her walk into the
house.  Although she would be less than thirty feet away, I felt
a sense of loss. 
I went in and brushed my teeth, then I stripped to my shorts and
crawled into my new bed. It was a waterbed, but it's sort of a
wooden box, so it didn't slosh around at all, I just sort of
float on top of it. It was different, and I was beginning to
enjoy the new sensations, when there was a tap on the door.

Amy was standing there in pajamas and a bathrobe. Without a word,
she came in, took off the bathrobe, and got in bed facing the
wall. I closed the door, crawled in behind her, put my arms
around her, and we lay quietly. I don't know how long we lay
there, but I was wide-awake, and I could tell she was too.
Finally I said, "Do you uhh... want to...?"

She interrupted, "No, Pete, Please just hold me for a while. I
want to get used to the idea, that, even though you're not in the
house, you're not far away. Plus, I've never been in a waterbed
before, and I was curious how it felt."

"Is that all?"

"Okay, there's one other thing. I know there's going to be lots
of girls in this bed. I wanted to be the first."

I lay there thinking about how dear Amy is to me, and how right
this felt. 
I was in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar bed, but because
she was here, it felt like this was home.

I don't know when I dozed off, but when I woke up it was still
dark, and she was gone.

Sunday

Erin started banging on the door about nine in the morning. She
told me to get ready, because Kate and Ben were coming over, and
we were all going out for breakfast. I showered, and as I was
putting on my clothes, I was thinking that the breakfast thing
was because Mom was going in for her operation that week, and
would be laid-up for a while, and I began to get a little
anxious. Than there was a tap on the door. It was Mom and Dad.
They wanted to know how it felt to be in my new quarters, and I
was telling them, when the phone rang.

It was Karen, saying that her aunt had just left and she was
wondering what I was doing that day. I told her that the family
was going out for breakfast, and when Mom heard me say it, she
said, "I heard that her dad's out of town for a while, so she's
probably alone this weekend. Have her join us if you'd like. The
more the merrier. 

So I asked Karen, and she said she'd be right over.

When I hung the phone up, I said, "She'll be here in a little
while. Her aunt was in town, but she left this morning."

When I said it, Dad suddenly looked at the floor. Mom glanced at
him, then she said, "Oh, so Nicole was here!" 


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