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CHAPTER 68

Marla asked me to be early, so I knocked on Tammy's door at eight
o'clock. The girls were dressed, but I suspected they didn't get much
sleep, because all three looked tired. Marla gave me directions to the
clinic; and on the way over everyone was very quiet. When I pulled up
in front, I asked Marla what time I should pick her up, and she
answered, "Park the car and come in."
 	When I got inside, Denise was sitting with her arm around
Desi. but I didn't see Marla. When I asked where she was, Denise
answered, "She went inside to talk to the doctors," so I sat next to
them. Desi was so nervous; she was shaking. So I held her hand until
Marla came out and told us that, because we didn't have an
appointment, it would be a while. 
The "while" turned out to be nearly two hours, and the waiting room
began to fill up. The girls that came in were all nervous, and they
rarely looked at the other people in the room. As soon as they checked
in, they would sit quietly and stare at the floor until their name was
called. 	Usually they had someone with them. A friend, a
mother, or father, sometimes both. About an hour after we got there, a
pretty Asian girl, not much older than I am came in. She checked in,
then she sat in a corner by herself. After about five minutes, Marla
excused herself and went to her. They talked for a minute or two, then
Marla sat with her, and when the girl's name was called, Marla went
inside with her. A minute later, Marla came out and said, "I'm going
to be in here for a while. Please stay with the girls."
A few minutes later, Marla came to us and said, "The girl is here by
herself. They're going to abort her right now, and I don't want her to
be alone. Pete, the girl came here on a bus. When it's over, would you
mind taking her home? She lives about twenty minutes from here."
"Yes, of course I will. Is she going to be okay?"
There was sadness in Marla's voice, when she said, Yeah, she'll be
fine," and she went back inside.
Suddenly, Desi said, "Oh God!" and when I looked at her, her face was
a mask of horror. 
Twenty minutes later, Marla came out and said, "Pete, there's an exit
around back. Meet us there."
I drove the car around, and Marla came out with a very shaken looking
girl. I helped her into the car, and Marla handed me a paper with an
address on it, that was not far from where Kate and Ben live. We rode
in silence all the way there, and I stopped in front of a large house,
set well back from the street. I started to get out of the car to help
her, but she stopped me with, "No! Please don't. I can make it." She
straightened herself, and started for the house, but she hadn't gone a
half dozen steps when she stopped, and it looked like she was going to
fall. So I ran to her and took her arm. We stood there for a minute,
then she said, "I'm fine now. You can.." Her eyes closed, and she
stated to slump toward the ground. I caught her in time, and I picked
her up in my arms and carried her to the house. I rang the bell, but
there was no answer. I was considering taking her back to the clinic,
when she came around. Suddenly she cried, "What are you doing," and
tried to break away from me, but when her feet touched the ground, she
couldn't stand, so I held her until she calmed a bit. Then I said,
"There doesn't seem to be anyone home."
She shook her head to clear it, then she reached in a pocket and
handed me a key. I opened the door, but she still couldn't walk, so I
picked her up, and she directed me to a bedroom at the rear of the
house and I laid her on the bed. She was still for a minute, and it
looked like she was sleeping. I was concerned, and I didn't want to
leave until I was sure she was okay, so I sat in a chair next to the
bed for a minute.
I looked around at the bedroom. It was large, and beautifully
decorated. On the walls and night stand, were pictures of her with
what I guessed were her folks. The woman was a tiny Asian lady and
with her, was a tall, dignified-looking Asian man.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and said, "Sorry to be such a bother."
"It's no bother, you've been through a lot."
"It could have been a lot worse if it wasn't for your friend. Is she
your wife?"
"No, she's a friend."
	"Well, the two of you have been wonderful. She gave me her
number. Tell her I'll call her later and thank her properly."
"I will. I should get back. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yes, I'll be fine. I've been so worried I haven't eaten for a few
days."
"Can I get you something before I go?"
"Could you get me some Apple juice? There's some in the fridge."
I went to the kitchen and poured her some juice. When I got back and
handed it to her, her hand was shaking, so I asked, "Are you sure
you're going to be okay?"
She drank half the glass without stopping, then she lay back for a
minute. Finally, she said, "I'm feeling better already."
She held her hand out to me, and when I took it, she asked, "What's
your name?"
"Pete Baker."
She said, "Thanks Pete, my name is Ming," and she started to sit up.
But it was obvious that she was weak, so I put my hand on her shoulder
to stop her. For a split second there was terror on her face. But it
quickly went away, when I said, "Relax. I know the way out."

Marla was pacing back and forth outside the clinic when I got back. I
parked the car, and she slipped in beside me.
"Did you get her home okay?"
"Yeah, but she's really weak."
"I know. The doctor didn't want to release her, but she insisted. I
think she wanted to get home before her folks showed up."
"She said she hadn't eaten in a few days. Is she going to be okay?"
"The doctor says that she'll be fine after a few days rest, and a
couple of good meals. He gave her some supplements, I hope she
remembers to take them."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"She has a lot on her mind. This is a traumatic time for her. The
pregnancy wasn't her fault."
I remembered how frightened she looked when I put my hand on her to
keep her from sitting up, and I said, "She was raped, wasn't she?"
Marla nodded, then she sighed, "This place is so intense it gets to me
sometimes."
	"Where are the girls?"
"They're inside with the doctor, they should be out in a little
while."
"Are they, uhh, going to do the operation now?"
"I don't think she'll need an operation. I'm pretty sure she's not
pregnant."
"What about the missed periods"
	"She didn't miss a period, she forgot about the last one, and
this one isn't even due yet. When she started feeling bad, she got
scared and confused."
"Then why are we here?"
"For several reasons. Desi does have a problem, and I wanted the girls
and you, to see what can happen if you're not careful about sex."
"So, What is Desi's problem?"
"Her mother and I are pretty sure she has an STD. That's why she
didn't insist on coming along."
"A sexually transmitted disease? Could it be serious?"
"Hell yes, it can be deadly. But from the way she describes it, I'm
pretty sure I know what it is. If it's what I think it is, they'll
give her some medicine, and she'll be out of there in a little while."
"So she'll be fine?"
"She's not out of the woods by a long shot. It'll take a few days for
the medicine to take affect, so she'll be uncomfortable for a while.
But the hard part is, she's going to have to go to everyone she's been
with, tell them what happened and tell them to get checked."
"She says she hasn't been with that many guys."
"She said she hasn't had sex with that many guys, but there are
different kinds of sex. The 'heavy petting' thing, may have involved
other things than a penis. Fingers, even tongues can spread these
things as well."
"But wouldn't a guy know if he had it?"
"Not always. Some guys can have it for a long time without symptoms.
Some girls, too."
Marla started back inside, and as I followed her, a shudder ran down
my back. Sex had taken on a whole different meaning, and I vowed to be
a lot more careful.
When we got to the lobby, Marla motioned for me to follow her, and we
went through a door where a nurse was sitting at a desk, working with
a computer.
Marla said, "Mrs. Brown, this is the person I told you about."
The lady nodded to me, and said, "Give me your hand."
I reached toward her and she put a device on my finger that looked
like the one they used at the clinic where I'd been checked for STDs.
I felt the slight prick from the needle as it took a blood sample, and
while it was happening I looked at Marla. She had a smile on her face,
so I gave her a wry smile back, and shook my head at her in
resignation.
Marla left before I had a chance to say anything, so when it was over,
I went back to the lobby and sat down.
 A minute later, Denise came out and sat with me. She looked tired and
upset, so I put my arm around her. She snuggled next to me, and I held
her for a while. Finally, she said, "I was really worried for her. If
she was pregnant, and her dad found out about it, I'm really afraid of
what he would have done. He has a violent temper when it comes to his
family." 
"Has he ever been rough with you?
	"No, never. He's been wonderful to me. Did you notice that my
complexion is better? He arranged the whole thing. He says the
insurance took care of it, but I suspect he paid for a lot of it
himself."
"Well, it's been successful. You sure look great."
"Why, thank you Pete. No-one ever said that to me."
"How come? Aren't you dating?"
"No, some guys asked me out, but I said no so many times, they don't
ask me anymore. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm gay or something, but to
tell the truth, I'm kind of scared."
I was trying to think of something to say when Marla came out and
said, "Pick Desi up at the back door, I'll be out in a minute." 
Denise and I got in the car, and drove to the back. Desi was there,
waiting. Denise went to her, and they slid in the back seat together.
Desi was pale as a ghost, so Denise put her arm around her, and we
waited for Marla. She came out a few minutes later, and asked if
anyone was hungry. Denise and I nodded, but Desi said she wasn't
hungry, and just wanted to lie down, so we stopped at a fast food
place and picked up some burgers. 
When we got to Tammy's, we went inside and when we finished eating,
Marla said, "The three of you are friends, and you seem to know a lot
about each other, so, with Desi's permission, I'm going to tell you
what's next." 
She looked at Desi, and when she nodded, Marla looked at me and said,
"Desi has an infection called Chlamydia. It's contagious, and it's
spread by sexual contact. I thought it was something like this as soon
as she described her symptoms, and so did her mother. We agreed to
keep it from Desi until she was tested, because I wanted her to see,
actually, I wanted the three of you, to see what can happen when
you're not careful. The doctor treated her with antibiotics, and she
should be okay in a few days
	The three of us have talked a lot since we met, and we think
we know where she caught it. She has only had relations with one
person for quite a while. It's Bob, the boy you said you know. But
about a month ago she had a brief encounter with a boy who works at
the Ice Cream parlor. Since then, she heard that a girl at school
caught something from him. The problem is, she's been with Bob several
times since then, and she's worried that she may have passed it on to
him."
I looked at Desi and said, "What can I do?"
She'd been watching me with a pained expression, and she said, "Are
you sure you want to help me?"
As gently as I could, I answered, "Sure, little one. Ask me anything."
Suddenly, tears came in torrents, and Denise had to hold her until she
calmed down. Then she said, "I have to talk with Bob about this, but I
need your help when I talk to Brian. He's the guy at the ice-cream
store. I made a mistake with him once, and I've avoided him since
then, but yesterday, he said that if I didn't do it with him again, he
would tell everyone about it. He was hinting to about it to those guys
he was with when you showed up last night. But I have to tell him
about the infection, and I don't want to do it alone."
"He was one of the guys that I chased away?"
"Yes, he was the one you talked to."
Suddenly, I was very angry at the little twerp, and I said, "Don't
talk to him at all, I'll take care of it."

It was after twelve o'clock, but the girls were obviously tired, so
Marla suggested that they take a nap, and she led me outside. Then she
looked at me with a raised eyebrow and asked, "Are you turned off by
what you've seen today?
	"Well, I know a lot more about consequences than I did before,
but what should I learn from all this? Should I give up sex altogether
until I get married?"
"Of course not. I just wanted you to see what can happen when you're
not careful. Remember something. With unwanted pregnancy, generally,
women pay the price. But with disease, everyone loses. Remember what
you've seen the next time you have sex."
"I appreciate what you've done, by helping Desi. Why are you so
concerned with my friends and I?"
"After what happened to me, I'm concerned with everyone. We all need
more education about sex. I know what I went through, and I watch kids
come in the clinic all the time. It's almost always tragic, and it's
almost always preventable. Remember that rape victim that you took
home? Even she could have been helped if she had come to the clinic as
soon as it happened. They would have given her some medication, and
she wouldn't have had to go through what she did."
"Like the Morning After pill?"
"Yes, and there are lots of other things that... but enough of this.
The girls and I were up most of the night. They need some rest, and so
do I. I told her mom about everything, and she'd like the girls to be
home tonight. Could you maybe give us a few hours?"
"No problem, how about four o'clock?"
She nodded, and I said, "And, uhh, Marla!"
"Yes?"
"Thanks."

When I got home, Dad was working in the garage. I joined him, and
after a few minutes, he said, "I heard you come in last night, how did
the date with Marla go?"
I answered, "Uhh, it went fine."
"You got home pretty early, and you left early this morning. Is
everything alright?"
"Yeah, some stuff happened is all, but it's fine now."
Dad knows me pretty well, and he could tell I was being evasive.
Finally he said, "Look, I don't want to pry, but are you sure
everything is okay? Did it have something to do with Denise calling
last night?
I don't lie to Dad, and I was afraid the truth about last night would
come out anyway, so I told him everything that happened. He listened
quietly until I was finished, then he shook his head and said,
"Christ! Little Desi -- Are you sure she's okay?"
"Yeah, Marla says she's going to be fine."
"Marla sounds like quite a girl."
"She is Dad, she's amazing."
"I don't know much about her, but she seems nice. Are you really
interested in her?"
"I don't know. It's a little early for that."
"Well, I know you were pretty upset about Karen leaving, and it's good
to have someone steady in your life. But don't jump into something too
soon."
"I won't, Dad, and thanks for your concern. But while we're talking,
can I ask what's going on with Mom and Mr. Mariani?"
He was quiet for a while, then he sighed, "I think it's over."
That wasn't the answer I was hoping for, and I said, "Dad, it didn't
seem like you worked very hard to stop it from happening."
There was a pained look on his face when he said, "Pete, I'm sure
you've heard of 'Mid life crises'. It's mostly attributed to men, but
women can go through it too. You're Mom and I have been married for
almost twenty years. And as you know, I made some mistakes last year."
"So you just waited to see what would happen? That's not like you."
	"And as far as I know, nothing did happen. I could see that
they were attracted to each other, but after the way I behaved, I
didn't feel I had the right to interfere."
"Gee, Dad, I don't know if I could have done that."
"I have always been in awe of your mother. She was not only one of the
smartest, but she was by-far the prettiest girl in school. When she
agreed to go out with me, I was blown away. I still feel that way."
"Then, how could you have umm, you know."
"You mean, how could I have been with other women? That's a good
question son, and I'm not sure how to answer it. I would like to blame
the 'deal' that your Mom insisted on. But that was no excuse, I should
have stuck it out."
Suddenly, a voice behind us broke in with, "No. you shouldn't. I'm the
one to blame, not you. I'm the one who put off the operation for so
long." 
Mom walked up, put her arm around Dad, kissed him on the cheek, and
said, "Okay, I just got here. What have I missed?"
There was silence for a minute, then Dad said, "Uhh, Pete was
wondering about your relationship with Mariani."
It kind of surprised that he said it that way, but I understood why.
He was even more concerned than I was about this, and it was his way
to ask about it without seeming to pry. But I think Mom knew, because
she was looking at him when she said, "We have no relationship. I know
he's interested, but he's been a gentleman. He never did or said
anything suggestive. But I must admit that I was intrigued. He's a
handsome, powerful man. But I have all the man I need. I guess I never
told you, but I've always been in awe of you as well."
I've never seen my Dad cry, but his eyes were moist when he took her
in his arms. They kissed for such a long time I tried to sneak away.
But Dad caught me as I passed, and pulled me to them. 
I hadn't felt this good in a long time. 

I called Tammy's house at four, and when Marla answered she sounded
much more rested. She said they were ready, so I picked them up and we
headed for Cantil. Marla called Mrs. Torres from the car, and she said
she would meet us at the Grange, like before. When we pulled in she
was waiting, and she rushed to Desi and held her, while Desi cried and
tried to apologize. After a few minutes, Mrs. Torres took Desi to her
car. Then she came back to us and said, "Pete, Marla said you promised
Desi you would take care of the boy at the ice cream shop. What are
you going to do?"
"I'll just have a talk with him. Trust me. He'll cooperate. But I'm
concerned about the bread guy at school."
"Don't worry about him. I'll be at school on Monday, and I'll make
sure he never talks to her again."
Then she turned to Marla and said, "Thank you dear. I don't know what
we would have done without you."
Marla handed her an envelope and some pills, and she began telling her
about them, so Denise and I stepped away. I was struck again by how
pretty she had become. She was beginning to look a little like her
mother. Her mother has a kind of wild, Feline predator look. Denise
had a touch of that look, but her face and whole demeanor is much
softer. She isn't as tall, and she doesn't have the, silicone-enhanced
shapeliness of her mom, but her whole look is exciting, and much
different than the vulgar, wise-cracking girl I first met. 
I must have been staring, because she said, "Pete, what's the matter?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about how beautiful you've
become."
I guess I embarrassed her, because her eyes got big. But she broke out
with a big smile, and I think she would have hugged me, but Marla came
up, smiled, and said, "Hey! This one's mine for the weekend. You go
get one of your own."
Denise grinned back and answered, "Okay, but don't break him. I may
want to use him some time." 
Marla laughed, and Denise went to her and took her hands. She said,
"Thank you. Thank you for what you did for Desi, and for the
education." 
Watching the two girls standing there was interesting. It wasn't two
empty-headed schoolgirls, talking about makeup or hairstyles. It was
two young women, talking about something serious. And Denise was no
longer the confused, angry girl I first met. This girl looked poised
and confident. 
And there was Marla. At twenty, she didn't look a lot older than
Denise, and recently I had noticed a freshness about her. She had
seemed to come alive since she started working at WE. And watching how
she had handled things with Desi had impressed me a lot.
All of a sudden I had a strange feeling. Was the world passing me bye?
I didn't feel any different, but the people around me seemed to be
growing up. 

We got in the car and headed toward town. Desi had said that the ice
cream boy worked tonight, so I drove back to the store. When I pulled
in front I could see that the boy I saw earlier, and a heavy-set girl
were behind the counter waiting on some customers. I was trying to
figure out what to do, when Marla asked, "Do you have a plan?"
"I need to get him alone and talk to him."
"You're not going to hurt him are you?"
"I don't plan on it, but he has an attitude."
She sat for a minute, then she asked, "Is there a back way?"
Remembering when I first saw Tammy being attacked by those town girls,
I answered, "Yes, there an alley behind the place."
She said, "Pull the car around there. I'll bring him to you."
I asked, "How are you go.." but she was already out of the car,
heading into the store.
I pulled around the back and turned off the lights. It was pretty dark
back here, and I got out of the car and waited. A few minutes later I
saw the door open, and I heard Marla say, "Follow me and I'll show you
what a real woman is all about."
As soon as the door closed, he was all over her. He did it so fast I
didn't have time to react, but the next thing I knew, he was on the
ground writhing around, holding his crotch. He yelled, "You Bitch!"
But I had my foot on his neck before he had a chance to say anything
more. 
It was so dark back there that I'm not sure if he could tell it was
me, and I held my foot there until he quieted down. He was scared, and
he was waiting to see what I would do next. So I removed my foot, bent
over him, and in my gruffest voice, I said to Marla, "What do you want
me to do, Honey? Shall I break his Fucking neck?"
Marla caught on immediately, and she said, "Lemme talk to him first."
She crouched next to him and said, "You Asshole! You have a disease!
You infected some girls around here, and one of them is my friend!"
"He interrupted with, "N, N, No I didn't. I, I'm not sick."
"Yeah you are, you just don't know it. You have something called
Chlamydia. It's an STD, and you're infecting everybody you touch."
"Uhh, could that be what's causing a uhh, burning sensation?"
"Yes, and it'll get a lot worse unless you do something about it."
"What should I do?"
"You get to a doctor first thing Monday morning. He'll give you a
simple test, prescribe some pills, and you'll be fine."
"Okay, I'll do it, is that all?"
"No, there's one other thing. My friend's name is Desi Torres. If you
ever say anything out of line to her again, or if we ever hear of you
telling anybody that you've been with her, the first thing we'll do,
is spread the word all over town that you're a disease carrier. The
second thing is, we'll come looking for you, and you might spend the
rest of your life in a wheelchair."
	"Would you really, uhh, do that?"
Marla said, "No, but he might."
I grabbed him by the belt and the front of his shirt, and I picked him
off the ground. Even in the dim light I could see the terror on his
face. I carried him to the dumpster, and just before I dropped him in,
I said, "Remember what we told you. And if you said anything about her
to any of your buddies, you better tell them you were kidding,
because, if the word gets out, that's what WE'LL do to you. And after
we get finished we'll tell her father. I can't even imagine what he'll
do."

We were mostly quiet on the drive home. When we got in the car, Marla
slid over next to me and put her hand on my leg. It wasn't sexual, it
was just familiar, and it was nice having her that close to me. 
But as we rode along, her closeness, and the warmth of her hand began
to affect me, and when we drove over a rough spot in the road, it
seemed as though her hand had crept up closer to my crotch. I had been
driving with both hands on the wheel, but I wanted her nearer to me,
so I put my arm around her and she snuggled even closer.
About fifteen minutes out, she asked, "Are you tired?"
"No, I got a good night's sleep. How about you?"
"I'm wired. Tell you what, drop by the clinic for a minute."
"Are they open this late?"
"Someone is there twenty four hours, to answer the phone."
When we got there, she said, "Be right back," and she ran inside. A
moment later she got back in the car and said, "Let's go to Tammy's."

When we turned down the street where Tammy lived, Marla pointed to an
ice cream shop on the corner, and said, "After looking at that ice
cream back in Cantil, I think I'd like a big chocolate shake. How
about you?"
I answered, "Sure." And I started to pull in, but she said, "Drop me
off first. I have to go to the bathroom," So I pulled up to Tammy's to
let her out. I sat there and watched her as she went into the
building, and I thought about what went on today. Because of the
things I saw, I guess that sex shouldn't have been on my mind, but her
closeness on the way home, and the fact that she had asked me to take
her to Tammy's, instead of dropping her at home, led me to believe
that she had something in mind for tonight, and it gave me an idea. I
made a quick trip home, and slipped quietly into my room. I felt
around in my closet until I found the travel case that Kristen and I
got in Vegas, and drove quickly back to the ice cream shop and picked
up a couple of milk shakes. Then I drove to Tammy's. For the time
being I left the travel case in the car. 
When Marla answered the door, she was in a bathrobe, and she was
patting at her hair with a towel. I handed her the Shake and followed
her into the living room, where she curled up on the couch and poked a
straw into her shake.
"What took you so long? I thought maybe you had abandoned me."
	"There was a long line, but if I'd known you were going to be
dressed like this I would have driven faster. I've always had a thing
for barefoot girls wearing bathrobes."
She grinned and said, "According to Desi, your criteria is less
stringent than that. She says that every time you show up in Cantil,
you're with a different girl, and she didn't mention that any of them
were wearing bathrobes."
We both laughed and began working on our shakes. She was really cute
sitting there with the robe pulled around her. Tammy is taller than
she is, so the robe was too big for her. She looked like a little
girl, sitting in her mother's robe, until she looked up at me. She has
dark eyes, and a way of looking at you that reminds me of Kristen. The
look isn't confrontational, but her face isn't open like Karen's was.
I think it would be difficult to lie to her.
Finally she took a break from her milk shake and said, "Those girls
like you a lot. They both said wonderful things about you. As a matter
of fact, Tammy said she's crazy about you too. Are you really that
nice?"
I thought for a minute, then I answered, "Yes, I think so. I try to be
as nice as I can to everybody."
"What about the guy you threw into the garbage can?"
I smiled and said, "Well, I did it in a nice way."
That got a chuckle out of her, and we sat quietly and finished our
shakes. Then we sat looking at each other. She was freshly washed and
wearing a robe. And suddenly, the thought of being with her was almost
overwhelming. I wanted to rush to her and tear off the robe, but I
contained myself. I had taken off my jacket, but I was still in my
suit. She seemed to be studying me, and finally I said, "Is there
something you want to ask me?"
"Yes. The girls and I talked a lot last night. Desi said that you and
she had been together, and you had also been with her sister. She also
hinted privately to me, that you had been with her mother as well. Is
it true?
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious. Do you like older women?"
"I like women of all ages."
"Have you been with a lot of older women?"
"Not a lot, but why are you asking me about this."
"I'm older than you are."
"Not by much."
"At our age, three years is a long time."
I got up and went over to her. She looked up at me, and for the first
time since I met her, she appeared a little tentative. I sat down,
took her hands in mine, and I said, "Look, you spent the whole day
helping Desi and scaring the heck out of Denise and me. Now you're
asking me who I slept with. What's going on?"
"I planned on having sex with you this weekend. As a matter of fact,
look on the table next to you."
There were two identical envelopes lying there. The top one had my
name on it, so I opened it. It was the results of the blood test from
the clinic, and it said that I tested negative.
I asked, "Yours were okay too?"
"Look at it and make sure."
Her test was also negative, and when I looked at her, she was staring
at the floor. She didn't move for so long, I had to ask her if she was
all right. 
Finally she said, I've been scared and lonesome for a long time. When
you saved me from those guys the other night, and we went for a ride,
it was the first time in a long time that I had been with someone that
didn't have an agenda. When we kissed later, it was wonderful. But
instead of asking me out, you offered to set me up with a friend, and
it kind of surprised me. Then you sent me to Tammy. She offered me a
dream job, and when the interview was over I asked her about you, and
she spent an hour telling me what a great guy you are. So, now I was
really interested, and when we decided to go out, I was looking
forward to finding out what made you so special. Then this thing with
Desi happened, I got involved with it, and in the process, I find even
more good things about you."
	"So, what's the problem?"
"The problem is, I'm a little scared of you. But the more I know about
you, the better I like you. But I don't want to fall in love with you,
and I don't want you to fall in love with me. Tammy is going to really
make something out of WE, and I'm there at the beginning. For the
first time in my life, I can see a future for myself, and I don't want
to mess it up."
"So, you think that if we spent some time together, it would hurt your
career?"
"It would hurt my focus. It already has. I planned on a fun evening of
casual sex this weekend. Even more so, now that we've taken the STD
tests. But when you came through the door just now, carrying the milk
shakes, it reminded me that you're only seventeen years old. Would you
mind if I asked you a couple of questions?"
I thought I knew where she's going with this, so before she could
continue, I reached across and kissed her. She was tentative at the
beginning, and then she hugged me to her and kissed me back. I was
again surprised at how much fun it was to kiss her. Her mouth was
open, but not too far, and there was some tongue, but not the tonsil
probing kind. Her tongue danced against mine, and she licked the
inside of my lips as though she was tasting me, and when I pulled
back, I was breathing heavily. And she was too.
It took me a second to clear my head, then I said, "Let me guess what
you're going to ask. I know you could get in trouble for being with a
minor, so I promise I won't tell anyone about us. Next, I wont ask you
to do anything that you're uncomfortable with, and finally, if you say
stop, I'll stop. Is there anything else?"
She had an odd look on her face when she asked, "How do you know so
much?"
I grinned, and answered, "Books! I read a lot of books."
This got a chuckle out of her, then I said, "Look. If you ask me to
leave now, I will. Or, I could take a quick shower. When I come out,
you'll have had time to decide if I should stay or not?" 
She raised an eyebrow and answered, "The big pink towel on the right
of the towel rack is the dry one. I saved it for you."

Thinking about what might be waiting for me after the shower got me
excited, and my dick was about half hard when the shower door opened
and Marla stepped in. I'd been washing my chest, and she took the
washcloth from me, finished my chest, and began scrubbing my back.
When she finished, she stepped back and stood watching me as I rinsed,
then she kneeled on the floor and began washing my legs and feet. I
was fully hard now, and sticking straight out. She had to push it
aside a couple times, so it wouldn't poke her in the eye. It was very
erotic watching her. At one point the water was running down my chest
and cascading off my cock onto her. It looked as though I was
urinating, and it reminded me of the time in Scottsdale when Sylvia
insisted that I do it on her. Suddenly a picture of Sylvia crossed my
mind, but it dispelled quickly, because when Marla was finished
washing my feet, she pushed my legs apart and while I held onto the
side of the shower for support, she washed my butt, and finished by
holding my cock in one hand, and washing it and my balls with the
other. It was a sight I wouldn't soon forget. She stayed kneeling on
the floor, watching me as I rinsed off, then she pulled me to her and
took me into her mouth. 
I was so hot by this time, I knew I couldn't last long, so I tried to
pull away and save it, but she held on until she could feel me start
to come, then she pulled back, finished me off with her hand, and
watched me as I came all over her neck and breasts.
The water was still running, and she stood up, kissed me, and pressed
herself against me, trapping my seed between us for a while until she
stepped back and let the water rinse us off.
I had come so violently, I was shaking as we stepped out of the
shower, but as we toweled each other off, I noticed that she was
shaking too. When we finished, she started to fold the towels and I
stopped her, and said, "Don't bother, we may need them again, and I
picked her up in my arms, carried her into the bedroom, lay her on the
bed, and sat beside her. The light on the night stand was on, and she
glanced at it and asked, "Would you like me to turn it off?" 
I answered "No, I want to look at you."
She looked a little nervous, but she lay still and let me scan her
body. The first time I saw her naked was the time Erin, Kelly and I,
peeked through her bedroom window, and caught her masturbating. I
thought her body was beautiful then and it was still that way. Her
breasts were large and full, with high-set nipples, that right now,
were sticking straight out. She was on her back, and the weight of her
breasts pulled them to the side, so I bent and kissed the space
between them. She shuddered, and reached for me, but I pulled back,
and said, "Not yet."
She doesn't have an ounce of extra fat on her, and her stomach is flat
as a pancake. I suspected she worked out a lot to keep it that way.
Her pubic hair had been trimmed, and she's a natural blonde, so it
almost looked like she was shaved. There were still a few drops of
moisture on the hairs, and the light from the night stand made them
glisten like little stars. I reached down, touched the hairs lightly,
until some drops got on my fingers, and as she watched, I brought my
fingers to my mouth and touched my tongue to them. She shuddered
again, and made a little moaning noise, so I lay my head on her belly
and began touching her on the hairs, and ever so lightly on the hood
over her clit. Every time I touched the hood, she jerked, and I
watched as her mound turned red from blood rushing to it. At one point
I looked up, and she had her eyes closed and her head pulled back. 
Her mouth was open, and her breathing was ragged, and she seemed to be
enjoying what I was doing, so I spread her pussy lips, and started to
slip a finger inside her. But she jumped, quickly caught my hand, and
said, "Umm, Pete, It takes me a long time to get wet, but I would
really like you inside me. Let me see if Tammy has some cream or
something in the medicine cabinet?"
She started to get up, but I said, "Wait!" And I stood up, went to the
foot of the bed and knelt down. I took my time, and I watched her
watch me as I slowly bent forward until my mouth was at her opening. I
let my warm breath wash over her a few times then I spread her outer
lips and pushed my tongue inside her. 
There was a long, "Yesssssss," and she closed her eyes again. I began
by licking in and around her outer lips, then I worked my tongue up
and began nibbling at the white, almost transparent covering over her
clit. She began trembling again, and it got worse as her first orgasm
began, and when it hit, she grabbed my head and pulled me tightly
against her. I held my breath as long as I could, then I turned my
head to the side and gasped. When she realized what had happened, she
started to apologize, but I crawled up and kissed her before she could
go on. The kiss was wonderful and very passionate. This time her
tongue was not only inside my mouth, but when I started to pull back,
she licked the wetness off the outside of my face.
I smiled and asked, "Well, how do like the way you taste?"
She grinned and answered, "I taste pretty damn good, don't I? But I'm
ready to climb the walls. I want you inside me, but first, can I ask
you for a favor."
"Sure, name it."
"As I mentioned, it umm, takes me a while to get started. Would you
uhh, check and see if I'm wet enough."
I thought that my saliva would be enough, but when I slipped a finger
inside her, I frowned. She was right. Her pussy was warm and puffy,
and there was some moisture, but definitely not enough to make love. 
She saw my frown, and she said, "I'm sorry Pete, I've always been this
way. I'll be fine later, but I need something now, or we'll both be
sore."
I was determined that I hadn't done enough to get her ready, so, with
my finger still inside her, I put my mouth back on her pussy and began
lashing her clit with my tongue. 
She stiffened, cried out, and put her hands on my head, but she didn't
try to pull me away, and she whispered, "Oh God. I can't believe how
sensitive I am."
Her body began shaking, and it didn't take long before she was getting
ready again. I sucked her clit and the skin around it into my mouth,
then I slipped a second finger inside her, and started massaging the
top of her tunnel, looking for her 'spot'.
She started making a high-pitched groaning noise, and began writhing
around so much that I had to hold her with my other arm, or she would
have thrown me off. 
The moaning was getting louder, so I increased the pressure of my
fingers inside her until suddenly, her whole body stiffened. She
reached down with both hands, pushed my head out of the way, and tried
to force my hand deeper inside her, as the waves of her second orgasm
hit her. She stayed ridged for a minute, then she tapered off slowly,
and when she finally relaxed, she sighed deeply and it felt like her
whole body melted. 
She lay still for a while with her eyes closed. I started to pull my
fingers from her, but she still held my wrist, and wouldn't let me
move, so I lay there for a while with my fingers inside her, and I
looked at her. The lamp on the nightstand had a fancy shade, and the
light it cast on her body gave it a golden glow. She was quite
beautiful lying there, and I started to think about other times I had
been in situations like this. Kate kept coming to mind. I remembered
lying in her big bed, with the moonlight streaming through the
windows, and I wondered if she ever thought of me anymore.
My reverie was broken when Marla pulled my hand from her pussy and put
it to her lips. My fingers weren't dry, but they weren't very wet, and
suddenly she jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard the
medicine cabinet opening, then I heard some drawers open and close. A
minute later she came out with a pained look on her face, and she
said, "Damn! There's nothing in there, not even Vaseline."
I sat up and said, "I have something in the car that might help. It's
an, umm, prize I won in a raffle in Las Vegas. Shall I get it?"
"I guess so, what is it?"
I said, "I'll show you," and I slipped on my pants and shirt, ran out
to the car and grabbed the travel case. When I got back, I sat down
next to her, then I put the case down and opened it. She had slid
under the top sheet, and when she saw what was inside, her eyes got
huge. She threw off the sheet, got on her knees, and started going
through things. She would hold something up, look at it, then look at
me and shake her head. When she got to the motorized butt plug, she
was looking at it and she must have pushed something, because it
started buzzing and she immediately dropped it and jumped back. I
started laughing, and as I reached for it to turn it off, she threw a
pillow at me. 
When she got to the jars of creams and lotions and noticed that some
of the contents were missing, she raised her eyebrows and looked at
me. I looked back at her without comment. 
She went over a few more things, then she pulled out the long, double
headed dildo, shook her head, and asked, "Have you ever --uhh, never
mind." 
	After a minute, she lay back and pulled the sheet over her. It
was obvious that the mood was over. 
I said, "Are you disappointed?"
"A little bit, I guess. I know I shouldn't be, but knowing that you've
used some of these things on other girls, makes me feel kind of
strange."
I touched her cheek and said, "So you have feelings for me?" 
"Of course I do. It's just that you're uhh, not who I thought you
were."
"Who did you think I was?"
"I thought you were a gorgeous young guy, that I could have some fun
with. I figured we could spend some time together, and I would teach
you a few things about sex. But it appears you don't need any
lessons."

She looked like  she was a little confused just now, and I wanted to
hold and comfort her, but I was very horny, so I figured I better get
dressed before I made a fool of myself. I stood up, and I was
buttoning my shirt, when she said, "Pete!"
I looked around and she was holding one of the jars of lotion.
As I stood there watching her, she unscrewed the lid and smelled the
contents. Then she said, "The label says it's edible," and she touched
her finger to it, brought it to her mouth and tasted it. She
commented, "Hmm, not bad," and what she did next, was one of the most
erotic things I ever saw.
 

 
 

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