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CHAPTER 60

	The gathering was nothing like what we'd expected. There was a
buffet table and a bartender, but only about twenty people were
sitting and standing around. It appeared to be just what DeLucca had
said it was -- a gathering of some friends. There were some older
people, including several I had seen in the movies, and there were
some younger couples. But none of them were acting like the wild bunch
we expected to see. 
DeLucca was charming. As soon as he saw Kristen, he led the room in
applause; then he went to her and gave her a hug. Most of the people
there must have seen her show, because they crowded around and began
congratulating her.
Then DeLucca said to her, "I see you brought some people with you. Why
don't you introduce them?"
Kristen put her arms around Amy and me. "This is my guy Pete, my
sister Amy, and this is our dear friend, Karen Gilroy."
Surprisingly, DeLucca went to Amy and took her hand. He flashed her a
big smile and said, "So this is the young lady I've been hearing
about. I'm out of work right now. Do you think you can get me a job?"
The room erupted with laughter.
I could tell Amy was nervous, but she replied without hesitation. She
said to one of the most famous movie stars in the world, "That
depends. Do you have any experience?"
More laughter filled the room. He answered, "Well, I was in a school
play once, and I can tap-dance a little."
She said, "Perfect! We're looking for dancers for the opening of a
Seven-Eleven. Auditions start tomorrow." 
There was more laughter and some applause. He replied, "Great! I'll be
there," then he turned to Karen. She was standing there with her eyes
big as saucers and her mouth hanging open. He said, "Hi Karen."
She stuttered, "Uhh, H-H-Hello Mister DeLucca."
He grinned, "I'm just an out-of-work tap dancer; you can call me
Robert."
Still flustered, she stammered, "Uhh, Gee, well uhh, okay, Mister
Robert."
He laughed, put his arm around her, and said, "Close enough. Now, why
don't you take your friends over and get something to eat."
Then he said to Kristen, "As soon as you're ready, I'd like to
introduce you to some friends of mine."
We went to the buffet table, and I was building a sandwich when I
happened to glance at Amy. She was looking at DeLucca, and frowning
slightly. She put a few things on a plate; then she walked away from
us and I saw her pull out her cell phone. Kristen and I were listening
to Karen go on about how "Cool" DeLucca was, when Amy called Kristen
over and handed her the phone. She talked for only a few minutes
before she hugged Amy and came back to us.
I asked, "What was that all about?"
Kristen nodded toward Amy and answered, "It was just little mama here,
looking out for me. I'll tell you later."
One of the younger couples had been waiting until we finished eating,
and when we put our plates down, they came to Kristen and asked her
how she got started in the business. She was talking to them when
DeLucca headed over to us. As he was about to say something, there was
a buzz from everyone, when a new couple walked into the room. The guy
looked about twenty-five, and I thought he seemed familiar.
Then Karen gasped and grabbed my arm, and suddenly I recognized him.
He was Jack Hedden, the star of "The Rocket," a popular TV show that
featured him in a cape and a tight fitting uniform, flying around the
city, capturing bad guys. He was easily the handsomest guy I'd ever
seen. Almost every girl in our school was crazy about him, and they
talked about him all the time.
The woman with him looked older. She was tall, thin, and quite
attractive. She appeared to be in her forties, and she was dripping
with jewelry.
The people in the room began crowding around him. He seemed very
gracious, and after he greeted everyone, he looked around until he
spotted DeLucca.
He came over to us, but the woman stayed behind. She began talking to
one of the older couples, but she kept glancing at me. 
He shook hands with DeLucca, then turned to Kristen and said, "Hi, I'm
Jack Hedden."
Kristen acted cool. But I know her well enough to see that she was a
little nervous. She replied, "Hi, I'm Kristen Baker," and stuck out
her right hand.
Instead of shaking it, though, he took her hand in one of his, covered
it with the other, and said, "I'm really sorry I missed your show
tonight, I just got here. But I'm looking forward to seeing it
tomorrow."
Then Hedden did something unusual. He released one hand and reached
toward Amy with the other, saying, "You must be Amy."
Amy automatically reached out her hand, and he took it, but again, he
didn't shake it, he just stood there smiling, holding each of their
hands.
Amy was the first one to move. She pulled her hand away and nodded to
Karen and me. "This is Pete Baker, and our friend Karen Gilroy."
Karen was pressed so tightly against me that I could feel her body
shaking. She muttered, "Hi," and just stood there with her eyes huge.
He smiled at her and said, "Hi Karen," and he reached for her hand and
did the two handed thing again. Then he turned to me.
He's almost as tall as I am, and appeared to be in better shape, but
his handshake was weak. Also, although he was smiling, his eyes seemed
to be studying me. He said, "So you're the Pete I've heard about."
I was thinking that it was strange that he knew who Amy and I were if
he just got into town. But, just then, some people across the room
called to DeLucca. He said, "C'mon, Jack, let's take Kristen over and
introduce her to some people."
Kristen smiled sweetly and said, "Sure, Robert." Then she turned to
Amy and said, "C'mon, Robert wants to introduce us to someone."
DeLucca's eyes flickered toward Jack for a second. I think he wanted
Kristen to come alone, but he quickly smiled, and the four of them
walked over to one of the older couples.
I looked at Karen, and she was grinning from ear to ear. 
I commented, "Fun stuff eh?"
"Oh Pete, this is so wild, I can't believe it. This afternoon I was
with Lance and the Sir Lancelot band. Tonight, I was talking to Robert
DeLucca, and he hugged me! And now, I just met the Rocket. If the
girls at school knew about this, they would have a cow!"
She looked so sweet and excited, I had to hug her. I was still holding
her when a voice said, "If hugs are passing around, is it mine soon?"
The owner of the voice was Tyra. Before I could answer, she crowded
between Karen and I and put her arms around me. I was surprised, and
Karen's expression showed that she was, too. I was even more surprised
when Tyra began quietly grinding her crotch against my leg! But I
could see that Karen was getting annoyed, so I gave Tyra a brief hug,
and tried to move her away from me. But she was holding on tight, and
she wouldn't move!
In her high heels, her eyes were only an inch or so below mine, and
they were boring into me. I didn't know what she was up to, but I was
getting irritated that she was doing it in front of everyone. So, I
put my hands on her waist, and began to lift her. At first, she
wouldn't let go, but I increased pressure until my hands were digging
into her, and she released her hold on me.
She's no little girl. She's thin, but as tall as she is, she probably
weighs one-thirty. When I got her as high up as my arms would reach,
she put her hands on my shoulders and stared down at me. She actually
looked a little frightened. I held her up there for a few seconds and
looked at her. Her long body felt terrific in my hands, and I wondered
what she would look like naked. But then, as though nothing had
happened, I set her down and said, "Thanks for the hug, Tyra."
For just a second or two, she looked nervous. She glanced quickly
toward DeLucca, but he had his back to us. She lowered her gaze and
said something that I couldn't understand; then she turned and quickly
walked away.
Karen and I looked at each other in amazement. She asked, "What the
heck was that all about?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. It was like she wanted DeLucca to see
what she was doing. Besides that, did you see when Amy sneaked off and
made the phone call?"
"Yes, I did. Is there something going on here that we don't know
about?"
"I guess so. This has been a strange day."
Then I took her hand. "By the way, I also wanted to tell you that I
really appreciate how you've been so understanding about Kristen. You
know that there is nothing going on between she and I, don't you?"
"Yes, and I think you're making a big mistake."
"A mistake! Why? I thought you liked being with me."
"Of course I do. But Pete, she's beautiful, she's crazy about you and
she's going to be famous."
"I know she will. I also know that, one day, she'll wake up and
realize that I'm just a high school kid."
"She told me that you'd say that."
"Is that what you two talked about, back in the parking lot?"
"We talked about a lot of things."
I was going to ask questions, but a voice behind me said, "Hello Mr.
Baker."
Karen and I turned, and the woman who had come in with Hedden was
standing there. But she wasn't just standing; she seemed to be posing.
One leg was slightly in front of the other, and she had her hands on
her hips, just like fashion models do at the end of a runway. 
I said hello, and she held out her hand to me. "I'm Ceil Cohen."
I took the hand she offered, but she had so many rings on her fingers
I was afraid to squeeze it, so I just held it for a second. However,
when I tried to release it, she held on for an extra few seconds.
A little flustered, and still holding her hand, I said, "This is Karen
Gilroy."
She answered, "Hello Miss Gilroy," but she was still looking at me
when she said it. She finally released my hand and looked at Karen,
but only briefly. Then her eyes were right back on me. Her behavior
was rude, and I expected Karen to move against me, like she usually
did when things got testy.
Instead, she stepped directly in front of me, forcing the woman back a
little. Then she held out her hand and said, "Hello, Miss Cohen."
What happened next was funny. It was as though the lady had only just
now realized that Karen was a live person, and she started to reach
for Karen's hand. But at the last moment, it looked like something in
Karen's face warned Miss Cohen that shaking hands with Karen might be
painful, because of all the rings. So she reached over, touched Karen
on the shoulder, and smiled sweetly at her as she said, "Hello Dear."
In that short moment, I had a chance to look at her. She was wearing a
low-cut, tight fitting one-piece dress that clung to her thin,
slightly bony body. Her stomach was flat, and her braless tits made
nice bulges. But everything about her seemed too smooth. The skin on
her face was so tight that it was shiny, and her almond eyes didn't
quite fit the rest of her. I guessed that a doctor was responsible for
a lot of the way she looked.
Just then, Amy and Kristen came back. They seemed to be upset about
something, and Kristen said, "Let's go."
Amy looked at Karen, and she seemed to be thinking about something.
Suddenly, she asked her, "Do you have your camera?"
When Karen nodded, Amy said, "Let me borrow it."
Karen reached into her purse and handed it to her, then Amy went to
DeLucca and said something. He shrugged, and she motioned for Karen to
come over. She took several pictures of Karen and him together. Then
she motioned for Jack Hedden to come over, and she took some pictures
of them together. In one of them, he had his arm around her; and I
thought about what cute couple they made. I could see Karen showing
that picture to all her friends, and how jealous they would be.
Finally, Amy asked Tyra and Ms. Cohen to come over. Tyra joined them,
but Ms. Cohen quickly walked away.

It was after two when we got back to the hotel, and we were all
sleepy. So we went immediately to our rooms. Karen hit the bathroom
first; then I went in. When I came out, she was already in bed, but
still awake. She held her arms out to me, so I snuggled in next to
her, and she put her head on my chest.
She seemed to be staring out the window, but I was too tired to ask
why. I fell asleep instantly.

Monday Morning.

I watched Kristen and Amy as they entered the room. The sunlight
streaming through the windows painted their naked bodies golden. The
sight was so stirring, I gasped at their beauty. They stopped for a
minute and looked at me. Then they walked to the bed and knelt beside
it. Kristen pulled my covers back, and touched me. My cock responded,
and both girls watched as she stroked me to hardness. Kristen's hair
was hanging loose around her shoulders, and when I was fully erect,
she bent and took me into her mouth.
Her shiny black hair fell in dark waves around me, and her mouth and
tongue were soon driving me crazy. Amy watched her for a moment; then
she climbed on the bed and straddled my head. I stared up at her in
awe, as she slowly lowered her sex to my lips. I was nearly overcome
by the wonder of her as I buried my face and tasted her. That, plus
the soft mouth on my cock, got me ready to explode in almost no time.
At the last second, I tried to reach up and wrap my arms around Amy,
but suddenly she was gone. I quickly looked down, and saw that the
cascade of black hair around my midsection had also vanished. Instead,
I was looking at the brown hair and pretty eyes of Karen.
I must have looked startled, because she pulled her mouth off me and
said, "Are you okay?"
But I was too far along in my orgasm, and I began to spurt. Grinning
widely, she caught it in some tissues she had ready. When I finished
and fell back, she said, "Wow! That didn't take long!"
When I grinned weakly back at her, she kissed the head of my flagging
cock, and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead! Did you like your wake up
call?"
I started to reach for her, but the phone rang. Karen picked it up,
and I watched as she talked for a minute. She looked freshly showered,
and was dressed in jeans and a frilly top. She looked cute as hell,
but I couldn't get the thought of my dream of Kristen -- and
especially Amy -- out of my mind.
She wrote something down on a piece of paper, then frowned at it.
After she hung up, she shook her head and said, "That was Amy. She
wants us to come to Tomaso's suite ASAP. She said not to stop for
breakfast; there was food there."
She seemed disturbed, so I asked, "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just -- This is actually THE Tomaso, right?"
"Yes, it is. He's a nice guy; you'll like him."
She seemed a little dazed as I ran into the bathroom. I was still
thinking about the dream, but a quick shower brought me back to my
senses. In just a few minutes, we left for the room Karen had noted on
the paper.
I knocked, and a sober-looking Amy answered the door. Tomaso was
holding Karen's digital camera in his hand, and it looked like he was
scrolling through the pictures. But, when he saw us, he was very
gracious. He put the camera down so we could shake hands; then I
introduced Karen. He greeted her warmly, and insisted we have
something to eat. We grabbed some breakfast rolls and juice, and as we
sat there eating, I noticed everyone was being very quiet.
Finally, Tomaso stood up and said, "Pete, I really appreciate what you
and Karen have done for Kristen. But I've talked to both your parents,
and they agree that we have to put a stop to things. I've tried to
keep you out of this, but as Kristen gets better known, the press will
start digging deeper. It's just a matter of time before they find out
who you are, and they can be a real annoyance. So, it's time we phased
you out of her public life."
I was a little annoyed. It wasn't what he said, so much as the way he
said it. The direction that my life would take, had been decided by
someone else; without my say-so. Part of me was relieved that the
decision was out of my hands, but another part was peeved that they
had done it without consulting me.
Then I looked at Amy and Kristen; and they were both staring at the
floor. That tipped me that something was very much not right, and I
thought I knew what it was. I stood up and said, "You're trying to
make it sound like you're trying to protect me. But, isn't the main
reason, the fact that I'm a seventeen year old high school kid, which
would be bad for her image?"
Tomaso answered, "Yes, that's part of it."
"What about this weekend? A lot of it is sure to be in the papers."
"That's true. This weekend should never have happened. This whole
weekend was unfortunate. I wish I could have been here from the
beginning, but as you probably heard, I was busy with some things of
my own."
I returned, "So, how are you going to phase me out?"
"We intend to play things as quietly as possible. It's too late to do
anything about this weekend, so there will be some press, but we're
leaving for Chicago tomorrow, and, in a few weeks, there'll be rumors
about Kristen seeing someone else."
"Who will it be?"
"It's not firm yet, but we're talking to Jack Hedden. It has to be
someone in the industry, because everyone is familiar with these kinds
of situations. In most cases, the relationships are shams. The persons
involved don't actually date each other, but the publicity is good for
both their careers."
"Isn't that going to make Kristen look bad for dropping me?"
"Maybe at the beginning, but we're going to leak the news that you and
she weren't really married. The press will probably find you, and they
might be a little tough on you at the beginning, but they'll soon find
someone else to cover."
"You're not going to involve Karen, are you?"
"No, not at all, you have my word. And, if you don't mind, please
continue to keep things quiet while you're here."
He looked at me oddly for a second before he asked me, "What do you
think? Is everything I just said, acceptable to you?"
I looked at Karen. She nodded, so I mumbled, "Uhh, I guess so."
"Okay. Then Pete, please come with me; I want to talk to you alone for
a minute."
I followed him into the other room. He closed the door, handed me a
small package and said, "Open it."
I pulled the wrappings from a thin velvet box. In it, was a small card
that looked like parchment and something wrapped in tissue. I opened
the card, and written in a shaky hand, were the words, "To my Jun."
I unwrapped the tissue. There was a large red stone with a ring of
smaller clear stones around it, attached to a silver chain. I looked
up at Tomaso, and his eyes were moist.
"The center stone is a ruby, and the stones around it are diamonds.
She's had it for as long as I can remember."
"It, uhh, looks expensive."
"Not terribly. Maybe five thousand, but it meant a lot to her. I asked
her once where she got it, but she wouldn't tell me. I assume it was
from an ex-lover. She said that she was saving it for her Jun. I
always hoped it would be me."
I looked at it for a while, then put it carefully back in the box and
held it out to him. "Here, you should have it."
A wistful look passed over his face before he slowly shook his head.
"No, it's yours. I know that what happened between you and Lu was
sudden, but she never did anything on impulse. She obviously saw
something in you."
"Do you think it might have had something to do with the drugs she was
taking?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But it doesn't matter. Cherish her memory, Pete.
She was unique, a very special woman, and for a brief time, you really
were her Jun."
The look in his eyes was painful to see, so I was grateful for the
change of subject when he said, "Pete, what we talked about in the
other room could mean the end for Kristen and you. Are you sure you
want to let her go?"
"Don't you think I should?"
"For the sake of her career, yes. But I know how she feels about you,
and I think you still feel strongly about her."
"Yes I do. But you and I both know that there is no way we could stay
together. She's way beyond me in every way."
He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled a little when he said, "Not
in every way, young man. You obviously have a special something about
you. Lu saw it, Kristen and Amy see it, and it appears that your
friend Karen does, too. I envy you."
I was flattered that someone as famous as he, would be envious of me,
but I was concerned about what was going on. I asked, "Why are the
girls so quiet?"
"Because this weekend should never have happened. I warned Kristen
about Joe Little, and she ignored me. And Amy should never have
encouraged Kristen to appear by herself yesterday. It's too soon in
her career for that, and it could have gone very wrong."
	"So, you yelled at them both, right?"
"Yes I did."
"But you like them a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. They are like daughters to me. But they are both
headstrong."
"I know Kristen is like that, but I've never seen a hint of it with
Amy."
"That doesn't surprise me. She worships you and your family. What your
folks did by bringing her in to your home may have literally saved her
life. She told me that she was nearly beyond hope when your folks took
her in, and she'll never forget it. Do you know that Kristen and I
offered her a career and a substantial salary to come with us, but she
turned it down because she wanted to be there for your mom, in case
the operation went badly?"
"I heard that Kristen wanted her to come along, but I never knew the
reason she turned her down. But while were on the subject of Mom, you
and Mr. Mariani and pretty close, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Is there something going on between them?"
He looked at me sharply and said, "Why are you asking me that?"
"Because he put up the money for her operation. And I see the way they
look at each other."
He didn't answer for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, very
quietly,  "You'll have to ask your mom about that."
That wasn't the answer I was looking for, but it looked like that was
all he would say about it. So I asked, "Why were you looking at
Karen's camera?"
His eyes narrowed as he looked at me for several seconds. Finally, he
answered, "Pete, you're only seventeen, but you've been around some
pretty adult situations. So I'm going to tell you what's going on.
"I talked with the girls, and I warned them to be careful with DeLucca
and his financial friends. And when they told me that Tyra was with
him, I told them to watch out for you. Amy took the pictures because
she saw how Hedden behaved around you, and she wanted to show them to
me.
"Robert DeLucca belongs to a couple of unusual groups. One group loves
to grab talented people on the way up and sign them to contracts that
seem very generous, but have so many hidden clauses that they wind up
owning the talent's careers. And I warned Amy about that.
"Another bunch that he belongs to, has interests that are very jaded.
This is where Hedden comes in. You may have heard stories of drugs and
wild parties associated with DeLucca. Well, those stories are true.
He, and a number of his very rich friends; love to invite young,
impressionable entertainers into their fold. Singers, actors, male or
female, homosexual or straight, it doesn't matter. Jack Hedden is one
of that group. They lure them in with promises of being with the 'In
Crowd,' and once in, these people create situations that make it
difficult for the neophytes to leave."
"How do they do that?"
"These are young people, and they are generally pretty easy to
manipulate. They get exposed to the wild life, they usually make some
mistakes, and the mistakes get recorded. The ones who like the life
get to stick around until the older group tires of them. The ones who
want to leave before the group wants them to, are persuaded to stay,
by being shown the recordings."
I thought about Kristen for a minute. I said, "I can't see Kristen
getting involved with either one of those groups. With her family's
wealth,  the money wouldn't interest her, and I just can't see her
joining in on the other stuff."
Then a thought hit me, and I suddenly felt very angry. I snorted, "Is
the second group after Amy?"
"No. The first faction approached Kristen, but Amy was there, and when
she finished with them, they left with their tail between their legs.
When that didn't work, Jack Hedden and DeLucca hinted to the girls
about the other group. When the girls made it obvious that they
weren't interested in that either, Hedden and DeLucca asked about
someone else."
"Whaaat? You mean they're after Karen?"
"No Pete, they're after you."
"ME! What do you mean 'they're after me'? And how do you know about
these things?"
He raised an eyebrow and said, "Pete, I've been in this business a
long time. Plenty long enough to make mistakes of my own. Once I met
Lu, I was never again involved in such things again, but I still know
what goes on, and that's one reason I'm so careful with the girls. The
reason they're after you is partly my fault. In order to keep you out
of the picture, I've invented a different life for you. The people in
the industry think you're a rich guy in your mid-twenties. That,
coupled with the fact that you're big and handsome, strikes a note
with these people, and several of them are salivating over you."
"Several? Like who? I see the way Tyra looks at me. Is she one of
them?"
"Yes, but not for the reason you think. And here is where things get
strange. Are you sure you want to hear this?"
The look on his face told me I should probably say no, but I was
curious now, so I asked him to continue.
"Tyra and DeLucca have an unusual relationship. Whenever he finds
someone who he thinks is worthy of her, he arranges for her to make
love to them, and he watches."
"He WATCHES?! But that's sick!"
"Yes it is, but they are both into it. She loves having him watch her,
and he loves watching. I'm not sure they even have sex with each
other. I've even heard that he's not capable of having sex at all."
I'd heard about things like that, but thinking of a famous guy like
DeLucca being involved, was shocking. Especially when he seemed like
such a nice guy. The thought of being able to make love to Tyra was
certainly tempting, but knowing that DeLucca was sitting somewhere,
watching would be a real turn-off. Then I asked, "You said 'several'.
Who else is involved?"
"Jack Hedden, and probably the woman he came with."
Now I was really confused. "What are you talking about? I never met
either of those people before. How do they know about me, and what
interest would Hedden have in me?"
"DeLucca and I called Jack Hedden early this morning, and he flew
right out here. Didn't you notice that he seemed to know Kristen and
Amy?"
"Yeah, but I figured that it was because they are famous."
"They're not that famous. At least not yet. He came here to meet them,
but also to see you, and so did the woman he has with him. I'm sure
that DeLucca called them back after we talked, and described you to
them."
"If he brought her to meet me? Who is he here to see? Karen?"
"No, he's here to meet you. I don't know about the woman. She could be
here to check out either you or one of the girls. As I said, this is a
sick bunch of people."
Suddenly, what he really meant hit me. "You mean to tell me that
Hedden is gay? I thought I read that he had a girlfriend."
"That's strictly for show."
Now I felt angry again. I told him, "He tries to put a move on me, and
I'll break his damn neck!"
Tomaso said, "Don't do that. We're considering him to be Kristen's new
love interest. Don't you think they'd be a great couple?"
Now I was enraged. I shouted, "Bullshit! I don't want that sick
bastard touching h --"
Tomaso was laughing by now. He put his hands on my shoulders and said,
"Relax. I'm just teasing you. Let me tell you what we have in mind.
Jack Hedden and Kristen are two of the best-looking young people in
the entertainment industry today. If they are a couple, it'll make the
cover of every magazine and newspaper. We'll probably be able to milk
it for at least six months. And look on the bright side. It'll keep
the press away from you, and you can be sure that he won't bother her
sexually, in case you change your mind about her."
This was a lot to absorb, and I needed to calm down, so I filed away
the info -- for now. I took a deep breath, then asked, "What about
Hedden coming after me, and who is Ms. Cohen?"
"Don't worry about Hedden. He may try to contact you, but he won't
push unless you seem interested. As far as the woman goes, I don't
recognize her name, and Amy wasn't able to get a picture of her. But
she's probably rich, and she's looking for some fresh, young meat. If
she likes you, she'll try to get in touch with you, but these people
have contacts. They'll find out who you really are, and I doubt
they'll bother you, when they see that you're only seventeen."
"Do the girls know what's going on?"
"Kristen and Amy do, and they're probably telling Karen about it now.
By the way, Pete. She seems like a sweet girl. Are things serious
between you?"
"I don't know. I like her a lot, but when I get around Kristen --"
"I understand. There is definitely chemistry between you two. But what
about Amy?"
"What about her?"
"Nothing. Let's go back to the living room."
I slipped the velvet box into my pocket before I followed Tomaso back
into the living room. When we got there, the girls were sitting
together, and they seemed to be talking seriously. But when I came in,
they looked up, smiled, and Amy said, "Watch out girls, here he is. We
have to be nice to him or he might run off with his new boyfriend."
They all laughed as I glared at them.
Tomaso said, "Pete, we have to get to rehearsal. Are you going to stay
for the shows?"
"I'd like for Karen to see the full show, but that means it'll be
midnight before we leave."
Kristen shook her head. "No, it won't; the first show is a matinee. It
starts at one o'clock. You'll be in the plane by four o'clock, and
should be home just after dark."
Karen was nodding enthusiastically, so I grinned, "Okay."
Then Tomaso said, "One thing, Pete. The 'phase out' has to start now.
So your seats will be in the back of the room, and there won't be a
'My Guy', song included."
After I replied, "I know," we shook hands.
When I turned to Karen, she said, "I'm going to our room to call Dad.
Why don't you say goodbye to the girls."
Tomaso was busy on the phone, and Amy seemed to be doing something in
her day-timer, so Kristen and I stepped back into the other room. I
really wanted to take her in my arms, but I knew that would be the
wrong thing to do. My heart was already aching badly enough as it was.
So, so I reached for her hands.
I started to say something, but she put her finger to my lips, and
said, "This is not goodbye. I couldn't bear that. It's just, 'See ya
later'. Call me any time you want to talk."
We stood there staring at the floor, until she said, "I love you
Pete." Then she went back to the living room.
I stood for a while with a heavy heart. It would be so much simpler if
I stayed with her. I would travel around the world without a care.
Protecting her, loving her, and enjoying the fruits of her success.
But I knew it wouldn't last. One day, there would be a wrong word, or
a misunderstanding, and she would see me for what I am. For us to have
a hope of being together, I needed to have a direction to my life. It
was becoming more evident that I had to get started toward that goal.
We went back to the living room, and I asked Amy, "When are you coming
home?"
"The last show is over at nine. So I should be in Burbank around
eleven. Dad says he'll pick me up."
She walked me to the door, and I must have looked sad, because she
stepped outside with me and said, "You're doing the right thing."
I started to leave. Then I stopped and turned to her. "Have I told you
lately how much I love having you as my sister?"
She smiled and nodded.

Karen wasn't in our room when I got there, so I sat on the couch,
thinking about Kristen, and the wonderful times we'd had. I remembered
the time we were driving to the movies in Cantil. She wasn't wearing
panties, and she put my hand on her naked pussy. By the time we got to
the show, she was sopping wet. We had left before the movie was over
and made love in the car before we started home.
My cock hardened like a steel pole as I sat there thinking about that
night. I was completely lost in those memories, so I jumped when I
heard Karen's key card in the door. She was holding a bag when she
came in, and I asked, "Where ya been?"
"I had to pick up something. I'll show you in a minute."
She disappeared into the bedroom, and a few minutes later, I heard,
"Pete, come in here."
Our suite had TV-VCR combinations in the living room and the bedroom.
Karen had pulled the drapes closed, and there were no lights on, but
the TV was. The light from it showed Karen lying on the bed, naked.
She patted the bed next to her, and when I sat down, she nodded toward
the TV. It was a porno movie, showing a girl hanging from some kind of
contraption. A guy was next to her, dressed in nothing but a mask. He
had a whip in his hand, and he was prodding and poking her with it.
Karen said, "I asked the guy in the rental shop for something wild,
and this is what he gave me."
"Why do you need something wild?"
"Because I want to please you. This weekend had been beyond anything I
could have imagined. You've shown me the best time of my entire life,
and I want to do something for you. Tell me, Pete. What can I do to
please you? Just tell me, and I'll do it."
I got up, turned on the lights and switched off the TV. Then I hopped
back onto the bed and took her in my arms. I just enjoyed holding her
for a little while. Then then I said, "It's pleasing you that pleases
me most. You're the most unselfish girl I've ever been with, and
nothing gives me greater pleasure than showing you a good time. This
HAS been a great weekend, and it's not over."
"How much time before we have to be at the show?"
"About three hours. Why?"
The look in her eye was strangely intense when she said, "Pete, make
love to me!"
Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I began to slip out of my clothes,
but Karen was impatient. She started to help me, and her hands were
shaking as she unbuttoned my shirt. Once I was naked, I bent over to
kiss her belly, but she pulled me on top of her and cried, "I want you
inside me NOW!"
I usually like at least a little foreplay, but she was insistent. My
cock was only about half-hard when she grabbed it and stuffed it
inside her.
She was already wet when I entered her, and she rapidly got wetter as
I got harder. Soon, we were able to slide our hips together. Before
long, we were able to really slam into each other. This wasn't
lovemaking; it was just fucking. But it felt great. Karen is a small
girl, and I'm usually concerned about my dick hurting her, but this
time she was meeting my every thrust with one of her own, and she was
grunting and moaning constantly. I had never felt her so intense. She
was banging against me so hard that I worried I was bruising her, but
she never let up.
My erection was rock hard now, but she was so wet and slippery that
there wasn't a lot of sensation, and I slid into a sort of zone. It
felt great, but I felt like I could have gone on forever. She showed
no signs of letting up either. But soon, the noise of our slapping
together grew so loud that I was reminded of what happened with Lu and
I the time Rocky broke in on us, so I deliberately slowed down.
Instead of slowing with me, Karen seemed to get anxious. She pulled me
tightly to her and tried to pick up the pace again. We continued that
way for a while, but I began to worry about her. At over twice her
weight, I felt like I might be bruising her, so I grabbed her and
turned over on my back. She took a deep breath and picked up the pace
some more. I don't know how long she went on that way or how many
times she came, but she seemed to be building to a really big one.
We had been going at it so long, though, that she gradually started to
get dry. That caused the friction to quickly build to a painful level,
so I grabbed her hips and lifted her off me. She actually kept humping
for a minute, but I held her up until she stopped; then I lowered her
body to me. She continued to jerk and spasm for a minute. When I
looked at her, her eyes were tightly closed and she was perspiring
heavily. I held her to me until she calmed down; then I asked, "Are
you okay?"
She answered, "Uhh huh," but her voice and her body both shook as she
said it.
I turned her on her back and urged her, "Don't  move, honey."
I went into the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and grabbed a towel. Then
I came back and I began wiping her body, using slow and gentle
strokes. Her entire body seemed hot to the touch, and she groaned
happily several times. Until I got to her vagina. When I wiped the
cloth between her legs, she winced. I asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No. I'm just a little tender down there, but I'll be okay."
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
She sounded a lot like a little girl when she said, "Oh Pete, you
don't know what you started. I'm embarrassed telling you this, but I
can barely be around you without wanting you inside me. I'm aware of
my pussy all the time. I try to think about other things, but whenever
my mind wanders, it always comes back to you and that wonderful cock
of yours. When I'm in the bathroom, I can't even wipe myself without
thinking about you. Sometimes, I even --"
Suddenly her hand flew to her mouth, and she cried, "Oh Pete, I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to lay this on you. I'm not a stalker or
anything. Really I'm not. I don't know what got into me, talking to
you like this."
She was obviously distraught, but to tell the truth, I actually found
it kind of exciting to think a pretty girl like her was so turned on
by me. But I was still worried about her, and I said, "Don't be
ashamed; I'm flattered. But how about right now? Are you really okay?"
"Uhh huh, I was really close, but I'm too sore to go on. And what
about you?"
Heat was still rising from her body. I was amazed to see that she was
still this turned on, and the sight gave me a naughty idea. I kissed
her and said, "I'm fine, but I need you to do me a favor."
"Of course, anything. What do you want me to do?"
"I'm a little concerned about you. I want you to lie still while I
clean you up and make sure you're all right."
"Uhh, okay. What are you gonna do?"
I said, "Never mind, dear; you just relax." I went back to the
bathroom and ran warm water on the washcloth. When I returned to the
bed, I knelt between her legs and carefully wiped her pussy. We had
been so rough, I was looking for signs of injury. I didn't see any
blood, but her labia appeared red and swollen. I slowly pulled her
outer lips apart to check inside. I was relieved that there were still
no signs of blood, but my fingers must have touched her clit, because
she jumped.
I looked up at her. She had been watching me, and her eyes were big as
saucers. I asked, "What's the matter?"
"Uhh, Pete, nobody except my gynecologist has ever looked at me that
close. It, uhh feels kind of strange."
"Am I hurting you?"
"No, not at all. Actually, it's kind of neat because it's you. I'm all
tender down there, though."
"Do you have any salve or ointment with you?"
"Umm, I think I have some medicated cream in my make-up bag. Would you
mind?"
I answered, "No, of course not," as I headed for the bathroom and
retrieved the bag for her. She rummaged through it, and handed me a
tube of something.
I again knelt between her legs and was opening the tube when she said,
"Pete --I love you."
This was the first time she had said it, and I think her saying it
took us both by surprise. We looked at each other for a bit. I
couldn't say anything because I seemed to be filled with warm, fuzzy
butterflies.
Finally, I smiled at her, then bent over and very delicately kissed
her between her legs. Her body jerked as soon as I did so. When I
looked up, she had her eyes closed and was breathing through her
mouth. It was obvious that she was still turned on, so I lowered my
head and touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. I didn't move my
tongue around much; I just lightly touched her love button. I held it
there while she let out a long low moan. Her nubbin was now more
prominent than I had ever seen it. It stuck out from the surrounding
inflamed tissue, like a nearly transparent signpost. Also, and
probably because of the irritation, it had kind of an acidic flavor.
Immediately after that thought crossed my mind, I laughed to myself. I
was seventeen years old, and it seemed I was already becoming a pussy
flavor connoisseur.
I continued touching my tongue to her, and she continued to respond.
Before long, she was moaning constantly and trying to pull my head
closer to her, but I kept the touch light as a feather because I
didn't want to irritate her female tissues further.
My efforts were rewarded with an amazing show. I'd never before been
so close to a girl while I watched her enjoy such a shattering orgasm.
Her whole body tensed, she gasped and cried out, and her pussy seemed
to try to unfold. Her clit stuck out even farther, and even though
part of her had gotten dry, some more moisture seeped from within her.
Karen collapsed on the bed, and gasped for breath. After a minute, she
feebly reached for me. I pulled her next to me so we could cuddle. She
lay her head on my chest and murmured, "Oh God Pete, I can't believe
it. I think even my toes came."
I pulled a sheet over us and we lay there and rested. Cuddling with
Karen felt wonderful, but strangely enough, thoughts of Kristen kept
crossing my mind.
In a while, Karen reached down and started to play with me. Her
fingers felt so good that I was seriously tempted to let her continue.
But, I sat up and said, "There's plenty of time for that tonight. We
need to clean up, pack, and get something to eat if we're going to
leave right after the show."
She playfully half-pouted, but agreed to allow me out of bed. We got
up and jumped into the shower. I had never seen Karen in so playful a
mood. She was constantly hugging and kissing me, even after we were
done showering and had helped each other dry off. She soon had me so
hungry for her, it was all I could do to keep from throwing her on the
bed again. I knew she was too tender down there, though, so I
pretended to be gruff with her. But she knew I was teasing, and
continued to pester me.
Finally, I picked up the phone and pretended to call Jan to complain
that I was being mistreated. She jerked the phone out of my hand to
tell Jan that I wasn't really being hurt. Of course, when all she
heard was a dial tone, she figured out my joke. She giggled as she
latched onto me with both arms and legs. It took a lot of willpower -
and several fun mintues -- to pry her off so we could get ready to
leave.
We packed almost everything before we called home. Karen reached her
dad, and started telling him how she had met all kinds of famous
people. I had to start pointing to my watch or she would have been on
the phone all day. I called home and told Mom that we would come by
the house when we got in.
We went down to have some lunch, and as we were eating, I thought
about how differently the weekend had turned out from what I'd
expected. Seeing Kristen again had been great. But, watching her on
stage had convinced me I was doing the right thing, regardless of the
ache in my heart.
Then I thought of Amy. I'm so used to seeing her at home that I guess
I'm taking her for granted. But seeing her here, and watching her the
other night with Jim had been a shock to me. I had to decide what my
feelings for her really were. It was easy to think of her as my
sister, but there was definitely something more.
And then there's Karen. As I watched her eating, I pondered how well
we matched up. She seemed almost perfect for me. She's pretty, she's
my age, she's uncomplicated, and she likes sex as much as I do. I
could see us being together for a long time, and I suddenly felt
better. I didn't have to make a decision anymore. I could be happy
dating her, and I could concentrate on my schoolwork, and try to
decide what direction my life should take.

I was sitting there, enjoying my meal, thinking that things were
finally settling down --

I should have known better.

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