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BiHigh
By High School Sweetheart

BiHigh is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted
without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See the Prologue for synopsis and story codes. For best results read
this story in sequence.

Chapter Six


"Sorry about that." I said, "They're kinda psycho sometimes."

"It's okay, my folks are like that too." Chris nodded, but he was just
being nice. Nobody's parents could be like mine.

We were in my bedroom, even though I wasn't really supposed to have a
boy in my room. It was sort of an unwritten rule of my dad's, but
since Chris was George Wheelock's son, I guess it was okay. Leastwise
my parents didn't say anything when I went upstairs with him.

"I should probably get going..." Chris was saying, standing there a
little awkwardly while I sat on my bed.

"You can stay a little, can't you?" I asked him. "Sit down, it's
okay."

"Uh..." Chris looked at my bedroom door which was wide open and then he
looked at the bed.

"Come on, don't be a big chicken." I giggled. "I'm not gonna bite
you."

"No, really I uh...It's getting late."

"Mark's coming over pretty soon." I tilted my head. "I want you to
meet him, just a little bit, kay? Please?"

You're boyfriend's coming?" Chris stared at me. "Here?"

"Well, not up here." I grinned. "My dad won't let Mark come up to my
room, so we'll have to go downstairs."

"That's what I meant." Chris shook his head. "He's gonna kill me."

"Kill you?" I made a face. "For what?"

"Uh...For being here?" Chris tried to make it sound like the reason was
obvious.

"I told you, he knows you were giving me a ride home." I patted my
bed. "Sit down, you're making my neck tired."

"Look, Steph..." Chris did sit down finally, leaving a good foot of
empty bed between us.

"Yes?"

"You're the prettiest girl in school, okay?"

I grinned at him.

"And your boyfriend is the quarterback of the football team."

"Yeah?"

"So...What am I doing here?"

"Huh?" I stared at him. "We're friends, right? We can hang out if we
want."

"I'm dead." Chris sighed, looking down at his feet.

"Stephanie...Mark's here!" My mom yelled, like it was perfect timing.

"Good!" I giggled. "Come on, you'll see."

I grabbed Chris' hand and he was extremely reluctant to say the least,
but he just didn't understand yet. He was living in that other world,
where people got all worried about love and sex and mixing the two up
and thinking you couldn't possibly have sex with two people because
you couldn't love two people...And one thing had nothing to do with the
other! Never mind that both of those ideas were just plain stupid.
Mark and I had talked about that stuff a lot.

Mark understood that, just like I did, and I really hoped I could help
Chris understand it too. I seriously thought I was falling in love
with him and I definitely wanted to have sex with him.

"...is great pie, Mrs. Avery." Mark was already sitting at the table
eating some apple pie by the time we got downstairs.

"Why thank you, Mark." My mom beamed at him. "I'm going to wrap one up
in tin foil for your folks, okay?"

"Hmmm..." Mark nodded and then smiled when he saw me. "Hey Stephy."

"Hi!" I smiled back at my boyfriend and my mom was trying to look busy
wrapping up that pie.

"Hey." Mark nodded at Chris and I pulled the boy closer.

"Chris, this is my boyfriend, Mark. This is Chris, he stayed for
dinner." I nodded, looking back and forth between the two boys.

"Hi." Chris cleared his throat. "Nice to meet you."

"Cool, yeah I've seen you around. Did you have some pie yet?" Mark
asked him.

"Uh yeah, some cherry pie." Chris turned his head towards my mom. "It
was really good."

"I have one for you to take home too, dear." My mom told Chris
happily.

"Steph's mom is a great cook." Mark was eating his second slice now.

"I showed Chris Carmy too." I told Mark and he gave us a grin.

"How'd ya like it?" Mark asked him and Chris was blushing.

"W-What?" Chris was thinking about something else, I could tell.

"The horse, how'd you like it?" Mark knew what he was talking about.

"Carmy's a she, not an it." I shook my head, smiling at this funny
game.

"Ahhh..." Mark waved his hand.

"It...uh, she was really um...Sweet." Chris coughed lightly and I giggled.

"Like cherry pie?" I grinned at Chris.

"Heh...I need to get home and..." Chris was nodding.

"Oh! Don't go yet, Mark's gonna take us out for a drive, right?" I
looked at Mark. "We can show Chris the old bridge, have you seen
that?"

"Uh, no...I don't think so." Chris answered.

"Is it okay with your mom?" Mark asked, being a responsible young man.

"Of course it is." My mom picked up Mark's plate. "Just have her back
by ten."

"Oh yes, ma'am." Mark nodded seriously.

"See?" I grabbed Chris' hand. "Let's go!"


end of 06

Chapter Seven


I sat in the middle of the bench seat while Mark drove his truck, and
Chris sat on the other side of me. It was nice being between those two
boys like that. I had the most handsome boy in school on one side of
me, and the prettiest boy in school on the other, and you'd be hard
pressed to find a sixteen year old girl who wouldn't have traded
places with me in a heartbeat.

"Chris' dad is George Wheelock, have you heard of him?" I asked Mark
and Chris made a little groan next to me, so I rubbed his thigh
gently.

"Uhhh..." Chris acted like he was going to jump out of the truck when he
felt my hand on him and he leaned forward a bit, glancing at Mark.

"Georgie Wheelock?" Mark grinned. "Who hasn't? The guy holds all the
school passing records!"

"He does?" I wasn't sure what that meant.

"Yep." Mark nodded. "Touchdowns, yards, completions, all that stuff.
That's his picture in the coach's trophy cabinet."

"It is?" I hadn't ever seen the coach's trophy cabnet.

"Yep. His team won the state championship." Mark agreed. "Wow, so
you're Georgie's son, that's pretty cool."

"Uh, thanks." Chris managed to say and I was rubbing both of their
thighs now, cause the old bridge was getting close.

"How come you don't play football, Chris?" Mark asked.

"I tried it before, but um...I wasn't any good at it." Chris shrugged.
"I take after my mom, I guess."

"Your mom must be pretty hot." Mark chuckled and I pinched his thigh.
"Ouch! What? I mean Chris is hot, so why wouldn't his mom be?"

"What?" Chris stared across me at Mark.

"What?" Mark glanced at him and smiled. "You're cute, everybody says
so. Right Stephy?"

"Definitely cute." I agreed, smiling at Chris and he was looking
confused as Mark pulled onto a grassy flat area. It was close to an
old covered bridge that was mostly broken in the roof. We parked out
there a lot; it was where I'd given Mark my virginity, so it was
special to us. Like our spot, you know?

"Uh, I don't know about that..." Chris said modestly.

"I do." I giggled and Mark turned off the engine and then the
headlights, but it was a bright night anyway with a big orange harvest
moon coming up.

"You should ask him." Mark said to me.

"Ask me what?" Chris wondered.

"Me?" I giggled. "You're the boy, you should ask."

"Ask me what?" Chris repeated.

"Yeah but..." Mark made a little face.

"You have to ask." I decided.

"Ask me what? Come on." Chris was almost laughing now, but he was
nervous too.

"Nope, he'll think it's weird if I do it." Mark changed my mind.

"Okay." I sighed, but it didn't really bother me.

"Ask me what?" Chris pleaded and he was giggling a little, which was
so cute it was making my nipples pop.

"Um...Well, we...Me and Mark..." I glanced at my boyfriend and Mark was
nodding. "...We wondered if you wanted to go out with us sometime."

"Uh..." Chris had to think about that.

"See, boys are supposed to do the asking." I said to Mark, shaking my
head.

"Well, yeah." Mark rolled his eyes. "When you ask like that."

"Uh..." Chris was still thinking.

"What does that mean? When I ask like what?" I stared at Mark.

"You have to be cool, you know." Mark chuckled. "You make it sound
like..."

"Uh..." Chris was looking back and forth at us.

"Like what?" I stuck out my chin a little.

"Like a prison sentence or something." Mark shook his head.

"Uh...What did you ask me?" Chris finally said.

"Chris, Steph and I are going to Clearview tomorrow night to see a
movie, do you want to come with us?" Mark was leaning across me a
little.

"What?" I laughed. "And that's better?"

"It is better, it's a plan, it's a time, it's yes or no...Not someday
maybe would you sorta almost wanna go out with us possibly..."

"I didn't say it like that." I stared at Mark and then looked at
Chris. "Did I?"

"Ummm...No." Chris looked a little confused again.

"It sounded like it to me." Mark sighed.

"Well not to Chris, he knew what I meant." I leaned close to Chris,
cuddling up and pulling his left arm around me. I stuck my tongue out
at Mark.

"Uh...I don't know what..." Chris swallowed hard.

"We want you to be our boyfriend." I turned my head smiling up at
Chris in the soft moonlight.

"Your boyfriend?" Chris stared down at me and I hugged his arm tighter
around me.

"Ours." Mark smiled. "Both of us."

"But you...We're guys." Chris narrowed his eyes at Mark.

"So?" Mark asked. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Mark thinks you're hot." I giggled and kissed Chris on the cheek
quickly. "He's handsome too, don't you think?"

"I don't...I never..." Chris scratched his head. "Are you...uh, gay?"

"Me?" Mark laughed. "I don't think so, but I could be maybe."

"We don't really believe in words like that." I shrugged.

"Don't believe in words?" Chris laughed. "What does that mean?"

"Like you know, people are people so what difference does being a boy
or girl make if you like the person?" Mark asked reasonably, and that
summarized our philosophy almost perfectly.

"Well, like is one thing, but..."

"Like...Love...Sex...Whatever, you know what I mean." Mark persisted.

"I just...This is weird." Chris shook his head.

"I think I love you." I told Chris seriously. "I know I love Mark, and
he loves me and if you love me, and then you two could be in love..."

"You can't love two boys at the same time." Chris blinked at me.

"Say all that again?" Mark teased me, so I ignored him.

"Why not?" I asked Chris.

"Because!"

"Because why?" I smiled and Mark chuckled.

"Just...Because." Chris shrugged. "I don't know."

"Then you don't know she can't either." Mark nodded. "You're seriously
cute when you look like that."

"Like what?" Chris stared at him.

"Like that." Mark sighed like he was in love. "What you're doing right
now, sorta a little pissed and a little scared..."

"I'm not scared." Chris said immediately.

"I don't mean scared, I mean...Nervous, okay?" Mark offered and Chris
nodded.

"Course he's not scared." I pressed my head against Chris' chest.
"He's just never been asked out before. Have you?"

"Uh...No." Chris laughed. "Not like this."

"See?" I sighed. "It's just new for him, that's all."

"It's new for me too." Mark pinched my hip. "So are we gonna go out
tomorrow, or what?"

"Yeah." I nodded and then looked at Chris, "Right? You're gonna go out
with us, aren't you?"

"I'm still..." He was still trying to figure out how I was cuddled up
against him, with his arm around me, and Mark wasn't beating him up
for it.

"We'll pick you up, like seven, alright?" Mark looked at him. "We have
to have Steph home by midnight probably."

"Yeah, but I'll ask if I can stay out just a little bit later." I
nodded.

"Ask your mom." Mark laughed.

"She'll say no." I rolled my eyes and pushed Chris' hand to my left
breast, feeling him get a little tense.

"Like your dad's gonna say yes?" Mark looked at Chris. "She's got way
cool parents."

"I don't think her dad liked me." Chris said and his fingers moved,
just a little, stroking my tit through my t-shirt.

"He does too." I giggled at him.

"Her dad's cool, he's just gotta be a dad, you know." Mark knew all
about that.

"Yeah." Chris nodded and he was relaxing a little.

"Me and Chris were making out in the barn." I wiggled my eyebrows at
Mark.

"I figured that much out." Mark laughed at me and he was rubbing my
thigh and I kicked off my shoes.

"We weren't really..." Chris started protesting.

"Yes we were, don't lie!" I turned my head and bit his chest gently
through his shirt, a light flannel one with nothing underneath. "I'll
bite you!"

"Steph's good at that." Mark put my left foot on his lap and his cock
was hard, I could feel it under my bare toes.

"What? Biting?" Chris giggled.

"Heh...Making out." Mark grinned.

"So's Chris!" I grinned, working my foot around on Mark's big dick,
feeling it under his heavy jeans.

"Ummm..." Chris grinned at me, finally figuring out that maybe it was
all okay somehow.

"Show him how good you kiss me." I breathed and I was sliding a hand
up to his neck, pulling Chris down so he'd find my lips with his.

He resisted at first, glancing at Mark to see what he was gonna do,
but finally after a few heartbeats Chris' mouth was on mine and his
hesitant tongue slipped inside my mouth. It was sweet too, just like
before, and I tickled it with mine, moving a little so I could sit up
higher and really French him good.

"You guys are so hot like that." Mark was saying and I felt his big
hands sliding up my thigh.

Mark squeezed my legs through the thin denim I wore, moving higher and
higher until he was rubbing my pussy gently through my jeans. It was
so good kissing Chris and feeling Mark's hands playing with me and
rubbing my sex, and I knew he could feel how hot I was getting. Both
of them could. My pussy felt like it was on fire and I moaned like a
kitten into Chris' mouth, wriggling my ass a little and wishing Mark
would hurry up and take my pants off for me.

Probably Mark figured we oughta go slow at first though, let Chris get
used to us before we started doing everything. The boy might think we
were a couple sex fiends or something, and that made me giggle right
in the middle of our kiss. We were a couple sex fiends, mostly.

"That was a good kiss." I licked my lips and Chris was nodding.

I grinned at Mark "You kiss me now." And I crooked my finger at him so
he'd get closer.

I just stayed where I was, against Chris' chest with his arm around
me, squeezing my left boob nice now. Mark didn't mind, he leaned over
and put his lips where the other boy's had been a few seconds before,
and he kissed me like he meant it too. I was filled up with Mark's hot
tongue and I just sucked it for him, sliding my lips down and up like
it was a cock while Chris watched us.

"Jesus..." Chris sighed and I moved my right hand over a little, from
his thigh to his crotch and he was hard as a rock, just like Mark. I
squeezed the stiff outline of Chris' penis and I turned a bit, sliding
down and getting my feet up on the dash sorta, so I could put my left
hand on Mark's bulge, squeezing his big dick as well. It was nice,
cause I was sucking Mark's tongue the whole time.

"Ummm..." I smiled after a minute.

"Yeah, fuck Stephy...You're into it tonight, huh?" Mark was catching his
breath and he looked at Chris. "Let her suck your tongue dude, it's
pretty crazy."

"Okay." Chris giggled, that sweet sound melting me inside, and I
turned my head for him again, laughing lightly and trying to be
serious as I was suddenly a little self-conscious about it.

But I did it and Chris liked it just fine. He stuck out his long pink
tongue for me, making it stiff and I kept my lips tight and my eyes
open, watching him while I sucked his tongue slowly, moving my face
closer and then back, playing my own tongue against the tip trapped
between my soft lips. It was pretty intense, actually, and I did it
for a long minute, maybe even two.

"You guys do it..." I nodded, breathing cool air into my lungs. "...Give
our new boyfriend a kiss, Mark."

"I don't uh..." Chris was nervous again, his body getting tense, but I
rubbed his cock and he wasn't going soft.

"It's okay, Mark's your boyfriend too...Go ahead..." I was whispering and
it was seriously sweet when Chris swallowed hard, leaning forward,
across me with his eyes closed and his lips open, just a little.

He was holding his breath too and even Mark looked just a little
nervous, since he'd never kissed a boy before either. I sat back and
watched them, their first kiss ever and it was a good one. Handsome
Mark found cute Chris with his mouth and their lips touched, just
barely for a second, and then harder, and after a few seconds Chris
opened his lips and Mark's tongue slipped inside the other boy's
mouth.

They kissed slowly, but deep and I could see the little muscles
working, you know, by the back of their jaws and necks and whatever.
It was a real kiss that went on for a minute at least. By the end of
it Chris had his right hand on the back of Mark's head and his face
was tilted, making soft wet noises and sweet little moans.

"Wow!" I realized I'd been holding my breath and I let it out. "Good
kiss, huh?"

"Yeah...Fuck yeah." Mark grinned, licking his lips and Chris blushed,
even in that dim light, we could see it and he smiled shyly.

"You're our boyfriend, right?" I asked Chris and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend." He was looking at me, then at Mark,
and then back. "But nobody's gonna know, right? I mean at school..."

"Of course they're gonna know!" I giggled. "Everybody's gonna see us
together and stuff."

"I think he means about me and him." Mark grinned and Chris nodded at
that.

"Oh, well, people will just think I have two boyfriends, probably." I
shrugged. "But we'll know what's really going on anyway, so who cares
what they think?"

"Yeah, ummm...Okay." Chris was worried about being called a fag or a
homo or any of those other dumb things ignorant people say.

"Don't worry about it, Chrissy." Mark reached over, stroking the boy's
thigh. "Nobody's gonna give you a hard time, if they do I'll beat the
hell out of them."

"Chrissy." I giggled. "That's a pretty name for my pretty boyfriend."

"Uh..." Chris wasn't sure about it, but I was. He wasn't girly, nothing
like that, Chrissy was all boy, but just a pretty one.

"We're not teasing you." I promised Chris, "It's just nice, everybody
else calls you Chris, so it's nice to be different. Besides, Mark
always calls me Stephy, so...He's weird."

"Weird?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it's okay." He shrugged and looked at Mark. "But not around
school, right?"

"Only if I whisper it in your ear." Mark laughed and Chris was
blushing again.

"Shoot." I looked at the radio and it was already past nine thirty
cause we'd gotten out of the house late and it was kind of a ways to
the old bridge.

"We better get going." Mark agreed, since he was such a good
boyfriend.

"Least I can make out on the way home now." I laughed, teasing Mark as
he started up the truck.

"Hmmm...One for the road then..." He pushed my legs off the dash and
pulled me close, making me whoop and laugh cause it was quick, and
then Mark kissed me hard and deep, squeezing my tits cause he wanted
to fuck me just as much as I wanted it.

"Chris too." I stuck out my tongue happily.

"Yeah." Mark reached for Chris. "Come here, Chrissy."

Mark held Chris just like he'd held me, rubbing his hand over Chris'
chest while they Frenched and Chris was rubbing Mark's back, getting
into it for real, and I felt my heart hammering with excitement. It
was so cool seeing my two boyfriends make out like that.

"Kay..." I giggled. "You got fifteen minutes before I'm grounded."

"Shit." Mark frowned and he put the truck in gear as I let Chris take
me in his arms. We were going to tongue fuck each other's mouths all
the way home and all Mark could do was watch the road and sigh.

It was funny.


end of 07

Chapter Eight


"We gotta hurry." I giggled, cause it was already 7:42 in the morning
and homeroom started at 8:05 and we weren't even at school yet.

"I know." Mark had his cock out, big and hard and ready for me, and
I'd worn a long skirt, a dark blue one, and my panties were in my
purse.

"Watch out for the pies too." I warned Mark.

"I know that too." He grinned. "Hurry up."

I'd planned for this cause we didn't get to have sex the night before,
we'd been too busy talking with Chris, so we definitely had to have
some before school started. Mark picked me up every morning and we did
it, not everyday, but some days. A couple times a week anyway. Mark
always had a lot of sperm and my pussy was always wet it seemed like,
or if it wasn't Mark knew how to get her that way.

So I'd put my panties in my purse, kissed mom goodbye, and jumped in
Mark's truck like always. And now, a mile from school, I was
straddling Mark's big cock, holding up my soft cotton skirt with both
hands while Mark aimed his swollen cockhead at my little hole. It was
always little, but especially in the mornings it seemed like, so I
knew I'd feel a little uncomfortable at first. I didn't mind though,
that would go away soon enough, and Mark loved my tight little pussy
wrapped around his dick.

"Ughhh...God...It's bigger today!" I complained and Mark chuckled,
grabbing my hips as I let my skirt go. He was in me now and he
wouldn't be coming out until he came.

Me too, I hoped.

"You're just...Ohhhhh...Tighter...Fuck you're hot inside, Stephy!"

"Slower...slow...kay?"

"Slow? We got ten minutes!"

"Yeah...Ten...So ummm..." I bit my lip and I was going down gently.

"Ahhh...yeah...All the way down..."

"uh-huh...uhhhh huh...ughhhh...Nice..." I was sitting on his thighs, with
Mark's cock all the way inside me and he let me get used to it while
we kissed.

My tits were aching like they were growing, sore and hot and I rubbed
them against Mark's chest. He was tonguing my mouth slowly, playing
with me and I could taste him like toothpaste. I rocked my hips a
little, checking it out and I felt him like a cramp, sorta, but it was
a good one and I moved a little more. Back and forth and finally up
and down, just a few inches.

"Kay...Okay..." I nodded. "Ready to fuck?"

"Oh yeah, Stephy...I'm always ready..." Mark stared into my eyes and it
was a love connection, we were hooked, and fucking him was beautiful
for me.

I rode him hard too, cause I had to. The numbers on the dash were
turning and I couldn't be late. I was a good girl. I was the best girl
in school. I was young and pretty and I had the good grades, the good
reputation. Everybody knew I was a virgin and innocent and oh god! I
was rocking that cock deep. It was inside me, touching me everywhere
and I clung to Mark tightly, licking and biting his ear, whimpering as
he held me around the waist, jamming his big dick against my cervix
over and over. He was gonna cum fast because we were fucking like
maniacs.

I was a slut for Mark. A cunt for him to fuck and a mouth for him to
kiss and tits for him to hold. I was his girlfriend and his whore. He
could fuck my mouth or my ass or anything he wanted and I loved him. I
was the good girl, the good little whore that nobody suspected.
Fucking my boyfriend every chance I got. I was going to cum, thinking
about that, laughing about it inside, happy that I was so perfect for
everyone all the time. But most of all for Mark cause he loved me. He
loved fucking me. He loved cumming inside me.

And I was cumming too.

His cock was all the way up there, splitting my tender walls, my
cervix forced open to let him in because he was just an inch too big
for my 16 year old cunt. He opened me up, making me cry in his big
strong arms, and Mark shot his sperm inside my uterus deep. I felt
like I was falling off the edge of the world. Falling into a lake of
cotton candy, swimming in sugar and my whole body was alive with it.

"...new record." Mark was panting.

"Wha...What?" I gasped, shaking my head and feeling my pussy still
trembling and stuffed full, and on fire for that cock nestled against
my womb.

"Four minutes." Mark laughed breathlessly. "We should be in the
Olympics or something."

"Heh...Or something." I rolled my eyes and licked my lips and looked
over my shoulder. "We got eight minutes."

"No sweat, baby." Mark grinned, feeling all high on good sex, and he
helped me get off of him and I just collapsed on the seat, not even
thinking about trying to clean myself up.

Mark shoved his cock in his pants, making a little face as he had to
adjust it somewhat awkwardly, and I could see we'd made a little mess
on his Levi's. His hand was wet too now, but we had no time for
fooling around, not anymore. Mark started the truck and pulled off the
gravel shoulder with a dirty grinding sound, and then a bit of
squealing as the tires found purchase on the asphalt. It was a good
truck and that engine was growling like it was hungry.

I smiled as I felt pretty euphoric myself, opening my purse for my
panties. I was gonna be wet and messy sitting in my homeroom, which
was a short twenty minutes long anyway. Just announcements and school
admin stuff, usually, not a real class at all. But twenty minutes of
feeling Mark's thick sperm trickling out of my womb, mixing with my
girl goo, and staining my panties creamy white.

Yeah, just another normal day for Stephanie Avery, one of the good
girls at B.I. High School. Life was pretty good.


end of 08

Chapter Nine


"Hey, boyfriend." I leaned up against the lockers and smiled at Chris.
We were just before our first class and I was seriously squishy
between my legs. I wondered if he could smell it.

"Hi Steph." He smiled when he saw me and I was glad, because I'd
worried a little if he'd change his mind overnight. Not about me so
much, but about Mark maybe.

He looked like he was debating with himself on whether or not he
should kiss me, since a lot of boyfriends and girlfriends did by their
lockers, even though they weren't supposed to.

"No kissing." I giggled at him. "I'm a good girl."

"Well, yeah." He gave a little shrug.

"But maybe just once."

I'd caught Sandy coming towards us with a couple other girls and if
there was one sure way to let the whole school know Chris was taken
now, it was to let Sandy know. She was my best friend and all, but she
loved to gossip. I figured she'd probably be a beautician when she
graduated.

"I don't want to get you in trouble." Chris said.

But by then I was already standing close and I held my books in one
hand and grabbed his head with the other, pulling his mouth to mine
and I made sure we were kissing deep and hard as Sandy and her friends
walked by. Chris did his part too, grabbing my hip and giving me a
squeeze, even pulling me a bit closer while I worked my tongue over
his. It was a good kiss and I wished we could do it longer, but even
the one was probably too much, really. If a teacher saw me, I'd be in
real trouble.

"Hi Stephanie." Sandy giggled. "Having fun?"

I just wiggled my fingers, not wanting to stop kissing Chris for all
the marbles in Mexico right then.

"Did you see them?...Wow...God, what's up with that?" The girls were all
talking as they kept moving down the hall and I stepped back, licking
my lips and smiling happily.

"Uhhh...Steph...Ohhhh..." Chris nodded, grinning and making happy faces.
He'd liked that kiss too.

"Now everybody's gonna know." I told Chris.

"Everybody?" He narrowed his eyes a little. "What's Mark gonna say
if..."

"What? If someone says they saw his girlfriend making out with new
guy?" I laughed. "He doesn't care what other kids think, and I only
care what the teachers think. Long as I stay out of trouble I can do
whatever I want."

"Ummm...If you say so." But Chris didn't really understand yet.

He still thought like everyone else, meaning if you weren't like
everyone else, then something was wrong with you. Mark and I just
wanted to be ourselves and all we had to do to get away with it was be
the perfect daughter and the responsible boyfriend. Chris would have
to be responsible too, and then he'd understand. The other kids could
take care of themselves.

"Oh! I need your help too." I was tugging at his hand.

"What? Steph...I got class." Chris was trying to grab what he needed and
I was trying to pull him away. Other kids were going by and almost all
of them said hi, or at least smiled at me.

"Me too, so hurry up..." I laughed.

I let Chris get his books and then I led him to my locker, spinning
the combo quickly.

"Give me your books and grab that bag up there, careful though. Don't
tip it or anything."

"What's in it?" Chris asked, handling the brown paper bag like it was
a bomb or something.

"Pies." I giggled. "Come on..." The bell rang. "...Don't worry about that,
we'll get a pass."

"Who are the pies for?"

"You'll see!" I smiled and I walked with him towards the school
offices.

My time in high school wasn't being wasted, I learned a lot while I
was there. If Sandy was going to make sure all the other girls stayed
away from my new boyfriend, Mrs. Henderson was going to make sure all
the teachers knew Chris was a good kid, hanging out with the rest of
us good kids.  It was totally brown-nose bribery, but it was
effective, believe me. I liked to think of it as insurance.

"Hi Mrs. Henderson!" I smiled brightly, holding the door open for
Chris, and there were other kids there, with other problems, but Mrs.
Henderson would take care of me first.

"Stephanie, good morning. Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She was older, mostly round with curly brown hair and glasses. She
looked like what she was, the school secretary and she really did run
the place.

"Yes, ma'am, but I wanted to bring these by as soon as I could."

I gave her a hopeful smile, like I wouldn't be in too awfully much
trouble for trying my very bestest to do the right thing. I even
blushed a little, just for her.

"Well, what is it dear?" She was interested now.

"Chris is helping me." I smiled. "Chris Wheelock? Come here Chris,
Mrs. Henderson won't bite!"

"Hello Chris, is everything working out okay? Are you getting settled
in?" Mrs. Henderson asked him.

"Oh, uh...Yes ma'am." Chris cleared his throat, still holding the pies.

"Put those right here, Chris." I patted the counter and looked at Mrs.
Henderson. "Chris is really helping me out, he's so nice."

"He is a nice boy, isn't he?" Mrs. Henderson nodded happily. "Nice
looking too." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I giggled and Chris
blushed sweetly.


"Well, these are pies for you and the teachers." I stroked the paper
bag gently. "And Mr. Jenkins too, cause I know he likes pie!" Mr.
Jenkins was the school janitor and I mentioned him just because most
people would have forgotten him. Mrs. henderson would remember that.

"Pies? Oh..." Mrs. Henderson loved pie more than anyone and she clucked
her tongue. "Stephanie, you shouldn't have."

"Well, just thank Chris, cause I couldn't have carried them all the
way down here by myself."

"Thank you Chris, and Stephanie..." She sighed. "...You're such a good
girl. I'm glad to see you're making the right friends, Chris."

"Uh, yes ma'am." Chris was a little confused probably, but that was
okay.

"Oh, but we do need hall passes now." I just remembered and Mrs.
Henderson was already on it, filling out the little slips of yellow
paper. One for me and one for Chris.

"Here you go and thanks so much you two." She gave us a little wave
and we smiled back at her as Chris and I left the office.

"You have a friend for life now." I giggled at Chris.

"Mrs. Henderson?" He glanced over his shoulder.

"Uh-huh." I nodded, giving Chris back his books. "You gonna watch me
practice today?"

"Cheerleader practice?"

"Yeah."

"Uh...I don't know, I guess..."

"Awww..." I touched my head to his shoulder. "You gotta watch, come on,
I'm your girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"So, you gotta watch. It's like a boyfriend rule." I laughed.

"There's rules?" He made a face.

"Just little ones." I sighed. "Please?"

"Yeah, I'll watch." He nodded. "I never had a cheerleader for a
girlfriend before."

"Now you do." I gave him my very best smile, the one I practiced for
pageants, it was a knee buckler and Chris blinked and held his breath
and then nodded slowly.

"Yeah." He said, mostly to himself, but I knew what he was trying to
say.

"I love you." I mouthed silently to Chris, arching my eyebrows and
opening the door to my social studies class.

That was probably a knee buckler too and I smiled to myself as I
entered the classroom.


end of 09

Chapter Ten


Cheerleader practice was at the near end of the football field. The
football team practiced at the far end, except once in awhile they'd
want to use the whole thing sometimes. We practiced our half-time
dancing in the gym on those days. There were always a few people
watching us, mostly the geek guys, some of the stoners too, who were
just sitting on the bleachers and killing time. All the other
cheerleaders had boyfriends too, but like Mark, those guys were all on
the football team.

But now I had Chris and he was sitting there, a little self-
consciously I think because everyone would look at him and wonder what
he was doing. The geeks and stoners all sat in little groups of
friends. Chris was all alone and he felt like it, which kind of made
me sad. But those kids didn't know he was my boyfriend yet either, so
the first break we took after stretching I went to talk to him.

"Hey, boyfriend." I said loud enough so people could hear me and I sat
down right next to him, close enough so my bare leg was touching his
corduroy pants.

"Hi Steph." He smiled at me.

"You look kinda lonely." I pursed my lips.

"Uh, well...I'm kind of by myself. Yeah." He nodded.

"You don't have to stick around if you don't want to." I shrugged.
"I'm just glad you came once, that's pretty cool."

"I don't mind." He waved his hand. "You guys are pretty good."

"You think so?" I grinned.

"Oh yeah, better than my last school, that's for sure." He told me
seriously.

"Avery!" The coach was yelling at me.

"I gotta go." I gave his thigh a quick squeeze and giggled. "This is
so great having you here!"

"Okay." Chris laughed too and he really didn't mind sitting there by
himself I thought.

We were about twenty minutes into practiced when I looked over and saw
that Mark had come by and was standing there talking to Chris. That
was really cool and they were both smiling. I didn't know how often
they saw each other during the day, or what they talked about when
they did, but they looked like best friends now. It made my heart go
thump and I know a lot of people were watching them besides me, since
Mark and I were pretty serious and everyone knew it.

"Okay, take five!" Ms. Hayden told us and I was over there as quick as
I could, smiling and waving at both of the guys.

"Hey...Boyfriends!" I laughed and grinned at Mark as I sat down next to
Chris. "Sit down here..." I patted the wooden bench next to me.

"Nah,I gotta get back in a second." Mark looked over at the football
practice. "I was telling Chris, like 5 guys asked me if I was gonna
kick his ass."

"For what?" I leaned against Chris a little and I knew the reason.

"She won't let me kiss her." Mark told Chris.

"She said we could do it once." Chris shrugged. "Steph's kind of a
tease."

"What?" I gasped.

"A serious tease!" Mark laughed.

"I am not!"

A whistle was blowing and Mark sighed. "I gotta go. Seven o'clock,
right, Chris?"

"Yeah." Chris nodded. "Just don't lose that map!"

"Heh!" Mark grinned and trotted off, putting his helmet back on.

"He's so cool." I let out a deep breath.

"Yeah, he is." Chris agreed. "When are you guys gonna do splits and
stuff? Do that sexy cheerleader stuff?"

"What?" I stuck out my tongue a little. "You wanna see me do the
splits?"

"That's why I'm here." Chris teased me.

"I'll show you some splits tonight." I said softly. "Don't you worry
about that."

"Uhhh..."

"I'll show you everything." I giggled and then I had to go, walking
backwards with my hands behind my back, moving my hips sexily for him
and making goo-goo eyes.

"Is Mark gonna kill him?" Brittany asked me as soon as I was there.
She was a senior and on the varsity squad.

"What? No." I shook my head.

"Which one are you going out with?" Kelly asked, she was a junior and
varsity as well.

"Both of them." I laughed.

"No way!" Kelly giggled and I nodded happily.

"Yeah, I swear. Mark's totally cool with it." I was talking to about a
dozen girls by then, half the cheerleaders, and Ms. Haden clapped her
hands.

"Who's that boy over there?" She asked me, and Ms. Hayden wouldn't
know because she just did the girls' gym classes and coached
volleyball and cheerleading. She'd never have a reason to know any of
the boys at school, really.

"Stephanie's new boyfriend." Brittany grinned.

"Really?" Ms. Hayden gave me a funny look. "I thought you were seeing
that Westin boy." That was Mark's last name.

"Uh, I'm seeing both of them now." I shrugged.

"Huh...Okay, good for you." She gave me a funny smile. "So the new one,
what's his name?"

"Chris...Uh, Chris Wheelock." I looked at him and so did Ms. Hayden and
all the other girls, naturally. I'm sure it made Chris suddenly very
uncomfortable, so I gave him a little wave, just to make it worse.

"He's cute." Ms. Hayden said. "Nice body, can he tumble?"

"Tumble?" I blinked at her.

"Can he dance? Do flips? Is he strong? Could he lift you?" Ms. Hayden
rattled off some questions real quick, not giving me time to answer.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Hey...Chris!" Ms. Hayden was waving at him. "Yeah...You! Come here!"

Chris had looked around, like probably there was another Chris sitting
just behind him, but there wasn't. As soon as he realized that he got
up, dragging his fingers through his longish blonde hair and licking
his lips nervously. He was walking towards twenty-four cheerleaders
and their coach, all of us staring at him. I really hoped Ms. Hayden
wasn't going to embarrass him or something, because it would have been
pretty easy to embarrass any boy in the world in that situation.

"Yes...Ma'am?" Chris said slowly and some of the girls giggled, others
whispered, mostly about how cute he was with his face turning pink.

"Chris, right?" Ms. Hayden asked and then went on. "You look good."

She looked him up and down, side-to-side even, and I tried to give
Chris a reassuring smile as he glanced at me.

"Have you ever danced or anything?" Ms. Hayden watched Chris' face.
"Done any cheering?"

"Uh, no ma'am, not um...Not real dancing." Chris shook his head.

"Would you like to?" Ms. Hayden surprised him and me too for sure,
though I suppose I should have seen it coming. Ms. Hayden didn't pay a
lot of attention to boys without a good reason.

"Do I want toooo...Be a cheerleader?" Chris stared at her and then there
was a lot of giggling.

"Shut up." Ms. Hayden commanded and it was very quiet suddenly.

"You got the looks." Ms. Hayden smiled. "The body for it too, looks
like. We're supposed to have two boys to help with tumbling mostly, I
can find us another one if you're interested."

"Who's the other boy?" Kelly whispered and I shrugged.

"Jeremy Carter." Brittany answered her and drew a frown from Ms.
Hayden.

"I don't really know how...I mean um..." Chris looked very doubtful.

"Well, you think about it, okay? Watch us out here and talk to
Stephanie, I'm sure she can help you decide." Ms. Hayden gave me a
look like I'd better make sure he decided to do it. "She's your
girlfriend, right? Is that what I heard?"

"Ah, yeah." Chris nodded. "Steph and me...Yeah..."

"Well, it'll be perfect then." Ms. Hayden nodded. "Let me know on
Monday, okay? We don't have a lot of time before Homecoming."

"Yes ma'am, okay." Chris cleared his throat and gave me a pained look
which I didn't understand at all.

"Okay, good." Ms. Hayden was clapping her hands. "Back to it, ladies...
Move your butts, over here..."

Ms. Hayden wanted Chris to be a cheerleader! That was about the
coolest thing I'd ever heard in my life. He'd be perfect for it,
anyone could see that, and Ms. Hayden wouldn't have asked him if she
didn't think he could do it. He was so good looking, God! And pretty,
I mean Chris would have been a serious cheerleader if he'd been a
girl, but even as a boy he'd still be awesome.

We'd be cheerleaders together too, that was the best part. And Mark
was the quarterback so, yeah, why wouldn't he date the two hottest
cheerleaders? Me and Chrissy, was that not totally perfect, or what?
He had to say yes, I mean he had to! I couldn't wait to tell Mark
about it, I knew he'd love it. Chris being a cheerleader, wow!

And all the girls were talking, whispering about it. Not just how cool
it would be to have him with us, but how lucky I was to be going out
with him. I got some really catty looks from some of the girls,
especially when they talked about me going out with Chris and Mark,
like that should be totally illegal or something. Too bad for them! I
could have done handsprings to the moon right then, the way I was
feeling, and I did three of them in a row, flawlessly, just because I
was extremely happy.


end of 10

Chapter Eleven


"You're not happy?" I asked Chris.

I was walking with him to his car after I'd told Mark I was going to
ride with Chris. I hadn't given Mark the big news yet though, I'd save
that for later and besides, Chris would probably want to tell Mark
himself.

"I can't be a cheerleader!" Chris laughed, but it wasn't a cheerful
sound.

"Why not?" I was holding his hand, which kinda broke one of my good
girl rules, but school was out anyways.

"My dad would kill me." Chris shook his head. "He wanted me to be a...a
linebacker, or something. A quarterback, like Mark. Not a
cheerleader."

"What's wrong with being a cheerleader?" I frowned, feeling a little
insulted actually.

"Nothing." He squeezed my hand. "I don't mean it like that, Steph. I
just mean...My dad thinks just girls and...and fags are cheerleaders."

"So, just tell him you're gonna be a cheerleader and then he'll have
to think about it some more." I offered.

"What?" Chris dug in his pocket for his car keys.

"Well, you're not a fag, so if you're a cheerleader, he'll just have
to realize that not all cheerleaders are girls and fags." I explained
somewhat impatiently. "Right?"

"Heh." Chris opened the passenger door for me.

"What?" I paused before getting in.

"He's gonna realize I'm a fag." Chris said, and then realized what
he'd said and blushed and looked around. "I mean, I'm not a fag...I
just..."

"I know. You like Mark and me." I smiled and there wasn't anyone
nearby. "You're our boyfriend, that's all. You're dad doesn't have to
know about that, right?"

"Definitely not." He shook his head.

"But he's gonna know I'm your girlfriend." I grinned at him. "Think
about that."

"Uhhhh..." Chris didn't get it right away.

"When you guys come over tomorrow for the barbecue at my house, I'll
wear my cheerleader outfit." I giggled. "And we'll hold hands, just a
little, and tell your mom and dad that you're my new boyfriend."

"Okay...That'll be good." Chris nodded. "That'd be real good actually."

"I know, you're dad's into the hot cheerleader thing." I laughed. "I
don't even know him and I figured that out, so if you're going out
with me, then you aren't going to be a fag."

"No, he'll feel good about that." Chris laughed. "He's sorta...He's
manly."

"Like my dad!" I giggled. "Course my dad will wonder what's wrong with
Mark, since he's ready to adopt him."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." I sighed, cause that was gonna be sort of a problem. My dad
wasn't gonna take the idea of me dating two boys at the same time very
well.

"What are you gonna tell him?" Chris asked me and now we were both in
the car.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Will you be a cheerleader if your dad's
okay with it?"

"Uh..." Chris started the car and kinda shrugged. "I guess so, if you
really want me to."

"I do, yeah, but I don't wanna make you do it."

"No, it's okay. It'll be fun." He smiled at me and I was all warm
inside.

"I know what else will be fun." I grinned.

"What?"

"Start driving, I'll tell you where."

"Ohhh...Okay." Chris smiled. "I don't think my dad's gonna go for it
though."

"Yeah he will, trust me." I giggled.

A few miles down the road I had Chris pull into Miller's Landing,
which was an old dirt road that went nowhere except behind some bushes
and poplar trees. It was a good spot and me and Mark used it a lot.

"We got about twenty minutes."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and kicked off my shoes. I was still wearing
my cheerleader outfit, the short pleated skirt and tight knit top with
a sweater over my shoulders since the weather was still warm.

"Twenty minutes for what?" Chris asked me.

"For fucking me."

I giggled at the look on his face and I was spreading my legs, pulling
off my cheer shorts so he could see my little white panties. A clean
pair, since the ones I'd brought with me to school that morning were
seriously stained. I had lots of clothes in my gym locker though.

"Oh shit." Chris swallowed hard.

"You wanna take off my panties?" I bit my bottom lip, trying to be
sexy for him.

"I...Steph...I've never..."

"Are you a virgin?" I asked him, not teasing or anything, but gently
serious.

"Yeah." He swallowed hard.

"Okay." I looked into his pretty blue eyes. "Can I be your first
then?"

"God, yeah." He nodded.

"Let's get in the back." I grinned. "More room."

"Sure, okay."

The front seat wasn't like Mark's truck, it was roomy, but not really
roomy enough for good sex. The back seat was nice though, plenty of
room back there and I just lay down on it, smiling up at Chris as he
pulled his hair out of his eyes. It was kind of windy.

"Take them off, go ahead." I rubbed my smooth thighs and caught my
skirt under my hands, pulling it up around my waist.

Chris was standing outside the car, actually, with the door open and
he leaned inside, grabbing my flimsy panties like they were pure gold,
or egg shells maybe, and just easing them down sooooo slowly. It was a
great tease and I lifted my butt and grinned when I saw Chris' face
light up. My pussy was exposed now, my lightly furred sex, with my shy
little clit and swollen lips. They were pink and a little greasy and I
wanted to rub them, but I held off.

"Do you like my pussy, Chris?"

"You're beautiful...It's...Yeah..."

"Give it a kiss for me, kay?" I asked him, wondering if he'd do it or
not.

I was clean, I'd taken a shower real quick after practice, but I think
most guys are a little afraid at first. Chris licked his lips and
seemed to think about it, but not for long. By the time he was pulling
my panties off my sock covered toes he was ready to do it for me.

I propped myself up a little, just so I could watch Chris' pretty face
get between my thighs and then I felt his lips touching my pussy,
right against it too. Not the sides, or even my clit, he kissed me
right on my tight little hole and I sighed with pleasure. That was
enough for me, he loved me, I was sure of it. He'd kissed my pussy and
now he was going to give me his virginity. That was crazy sexy and I
was going to cum all over his virgin dick.

"Take out your cock." I breathed, "We don't a have a lot of time."

"yeah, okay, Steph..."

He was undoing his belt, unsnapping his cords and opening them up. He
was shy too, a little, and very nervous I could tell, maybe worried I
was going to laugh at him if he had a little dick, or if he wasn't
circumcised, or something. But I wouldn't care, honestly. He could
have one big nut and a three inch cock, so long as it was attached to
Chris, I wouldn't mind. He was the one I loved, not his dick.

I was just gonna have a lot of affection for that...Especially once I
saw it.

Chris wasn't as big as Mark, but he had both of his balls, that was
for sure. Nice and full in his tight wrinkled sack covered with brown
pubic hair. He had a nice cock too, sort of curved just a little up,
whereas Mark's dick was straight as an arrow. It was maybe six inches
long, I dunno, and thick enough to look nice, and feel great I was
sure.

I was kinda glad he wasn't really big like Mark; it would be nice to
fuck sometimes and not feel all tender inside. After a hard fuck with
Mark, like the one that morning, I felt like someone had kicked me
between the legs, for a little while. It wasn't rally painful, but it
was annoying, and it went away after an hour or so, but still...I could
probably rock Chris' cock all night long and feel great afterwards.

"You have a nice cock." I told Chris, wanting to reassure him. "I like
it. Come here..."

"You do?" He watched my face closely as he moved slowly, climbing into
the backseat with me.

"Yeah, I do." I giggled. "I'll prove it tonight, you'll see."

"What do you mean?" Chris was between my wide open legs now, sort of
pushing himself off the floor with his left hand, and trying to keep
his weight off me.

"Ever had a blowjob?" I widened my eyes and put my arms around him,
sliding my right hand down to feel his bare skin and then his soft
warm ass.

"Uhhh...No." He turned a little red.

"I'll give you one tonight." I kissed his lips softly. "A serious
one." I kissed him again. "You can cum in my mouth." I kissed him
harder, teasing him with my tongue. "I want to swallow it tonight."

"You do?" He stared at me and I nodded. "Oh Jesus."

"Here...Put your cock inside me...Okay...Like this..." I was reaching between
us, cause I did need to get home sorta soon.

"Yeah...Ummm..." Chris was making funny faces as he felt my hand finding
his cock. It was so hot too! Like an iron poker that had been left in
the fire too long.

"There..." I watched his eyes. "Feel it? It's my pussy...Right...Ugh...There,
Chris..."

"Oh Steph, I...I feel it...Ummmm...You're so warm...Oh Jesus..."

"That's where it goes...push...slooooow...slow...feel it...See?" I kissed him,
feeling his cockhead slip inside me easily, and I was a little tight,
but not like with Mark.

"Yesss...Can I push?" He looked at me. "Does it hurt?"

"No..." I giggled. "It just feels really good...Push it, all the way..."

It was almost like the first time with Mark, except neither of us had
known what we were doing that night. This was better cause I could
tell Chris it was fine. I knew he wasn't gonna break me or anything.
He could go as slow or fast as he wanted too, I didn't think he was
gonna last very long. The first time Mark had fucked me like two
minutes and he was cumming. Chris was going to be about the same, I
figured.

"I'm doing it...Right?" Chris asked me. "I mean it's okay for you?"

"Yeah, I love tit...I love you...Fuck me, Chris..." I kissed him, wrapping
my legs around him as He started thrusting harder inside me. "...Make
love to me..."

"Yeah, I love you...Oh God, Steph...I love you...." He was kissing me then,
and about time too.

We were fucking nice, with Chris between my thighs, pushing and
pulling his cock in and out of my slick pussy easily. It felt
different, and not just cause they were different sizes, Chris and
Mark, but because they moved different. They sounded and tasted and
best of all, looked different. I was making love to my other boyfriend
and it was going to make me have a sweet little cum right off the bat.

"Ohhh...oh oh oh Goood...fuck me..." I was squirming hard, squeezing my
thighs around Chris and hugging him so tightly to my breasts I could
barely breathe.

I think it frightened him a little bit, since he'd obviously never
seen a girl cum before, let alone felt her cumming around his cock
while he fucked her. But now he could say he had. I was lights out,
cumming good for him, even better than my cum with Mark earlier,
although that was like comparing cherries and banana's. I loved them
both with ice cream.

"Steph...Are you...?" Chris asked me somewhere in the middle of my orgasm
and I just kissed him hard, fucking his mouth with my eager tongue,
just like he was fucking my quivering cumming cunt with his cock.

And he was cumming too, which was super sweet. I held his mouth to
mine the whole time. I refused to let him go. I wanted him to moan
into my lungs and fill me with the sound of his first orgasm inside a
girl, inside a girl he loved. I didn't want him to talk, or stop, or
do anything but drive his wonderfully perfect sized cock all the way
inside me over and over while his balls spewed hot sperm into my womb.

And I had that same fantasy, like I'd had so many times with Mark. The
one where I'm not on the pill and I could get pregnant if we weren't
careful...And I wasn't being careful at all. I was taking Chris' cock
hard and deep and bathing in his potent seed. I was the good girl no
more, I was bad and risking it all.

What a great fantasy and I came again just after Chris had finished,
my pussy milking him like a hot wet hand made out of butter. I was
pouring girl juices all over Chris' cock and kissing him slowly then,
both of us breathless and hot and damp with sweat.

"Oh God, Steph...I'm sorry I came inside you..." Chris was saying as soon
as I let him go. "...What?"

I just giggled and stroked his face, his hair. I felt his cock still
hard inside me, still ready to make love once more if we wanted, and I
did want it, more than anything, but I had to get home.

"It's alright. I wanted you to." I told him happily and he looked like
he wanted to say something else, but I wasn't finished yet. "You gotta
take me home, okay? I have to get ready for our date."

"Oh shoot, yeah...Sorry...I'll...yeah..." He was a little flustered.

"Chris...Chris..."

"Huh?" He stopped trying to get up for a second.

"It's okay." I smiled into his eyes. "I love you, everything is
perfect."

"I love you too, Stephanie." He said, calming down a little.

"I know." I smiled. "Were going to do this a lot."

"Okay." He laughed. "I uh...Yeah."

We got dressed quickly after that and we'd left a bit of a stain on
the back seat, and Chris worried over that a little, which was cute.
But he'd clean it up as soon as he got home, his mom would never know.
It was so much fun though just seeing him so excited. His first time!
And it was me, I'd had two virgin boys, three if you counted Todd, but
I hardly ever thought about him. I didn't love him at all, just Mark
and Chris, and they'd had me their first times.

That was pretty special. It made me pretty special too, I thought.


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