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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 Twelve


"Hi mom!" I smiled and wanted to run right past her, upstairs and into
the bathroom.

"Hey Steph...Where's my kiss?" She gave me a mock frown and I had no
choice.

Mom always got a hug and a kiss when I came from school, so did my
dad, except I usually didn't see him until dinner time. Usually though
I could get cleaned up first, but not always, and it felt a little
strange hugging my mom and kissing her cheek while Chris' warm sperm
ran down my thighs.

"Why are you so warm?" Mom pressed a cool hand to my forehead. "Are
you okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Cheerleading went sorta long today." I wrinkled my
nose. "I need a bath too."

"Yes you do." My mom nodded. "You smell..."

She didn't finish and I giggled, knowing exactly what I smelled like
but seriously hoping my mom would think it was just an extra good
workout at cheerleading practice. I wouldn't say my parents were
naīve, and they certainly weren't stupid, but never underestimate the
willingness of parents to believe what they want to. And since I was
such a good girl in every other conceivable way, it was pretty hard
for them to make the occasional broad leap to the conclusion that I
was having sex on my way home from school.

But I'd have to cool it, I told myself seriously, cause I wasn't gonna
get busted. No way! I loved sex, for sure, maybe I even needed it,
since it felt that way sometimes, but I could do without it too.
Maybe. At least right after school. Or more likely I'd have to start
carrying some bottled water and some paper towels with me every day.

"What's so funny?" My mom smiled and she started making me a sandwich.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Hey! Guess what!"

"What?"

"Ms. Hayden asked Chris if he wanted to be on the cheerleading squad,
isn't that cool?" I was so excited that I had to share that.

"Wow." Mom smiled over her shoulder at me. "That's pretty neat. Was he
a cheerleader before, at his old school?"

"No, uh-uh, but he'd be really good at it, don't you think?"

"He's cute enough." My mom cut my sandwich in half. "Sit down there
and eat now."

"I need a bath..."

"Later, eat first." My mom was big on eating, obviously and it was a
wonder I didn't weigh three hundred pounds. "You need milk too, lots
of calcium."

"Okay...Okay..." I sighed, sitting down while mom got me a glass of milk.
I did feel sort of hungry.

"So is that why Chris was giving you a ride home again?" Mom asked me.

"Sort of." I shrugged.

"Why else?" My mom knew what sort of meant, it was Steph Speak for no,
without saying no. My dad would let it rest, but not my mom.

"Mom..." I said after a few seconds of thoughtful chewing. "...Do you
think it would be okay if I had two boyfriends?"

"Two?" My mom stared at me, deciphering what I was saying. "You mean
two real boyfriends, or one boyfriend and one friend who happens to be
a boy?"

"Uh...Two real ones." I drank half my milk just to please her.

"I could barely handle one when I was your age." My mom laughed. "Why
on earth would you want two?"

"Well, I like Mark a lot, you know that." I avoided the love word
around my parents like the plague.

"Uh-huh."

"And now Chris, oh mom, I like both of them!" I couldn't help but
smile. "They're so different and cool and...Yeah..."

"Yeah." My mom shook her head and she was making fun of me, I thought.

"I'm serious." I pouted a little. "They both like me too, and they
like each other. That's the best part."

"I don't think they're going to like each other that much, Steph."

"You saw them last night, Mark and Chris, they get along great." I
insisted. "I already told Mark about Chris, how I like him and stuff.
And Chris knows I have a boyfriend already, so..."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt." My mom sighed. "Boys say one
thing when they're with you, but inside..."

"No, we really talk a lot mom, me and Mark. He knows everything." I
told her.

"Hmmmm..." It seemed kind of obvious my mom didn't believe me.

"Well, look." I turned in my chair to face her, keeping my legs
crossed. "Just hypothetically then, if Mark and Chris were okay with
it, do you think it would be okay for me to go out with both of them?"

"Hypothetically?" Mom raised her eyebrows. "Sure, yeah...Realistically,
no. You're sixteen. You don't need two boyfriends."

"Mom!" I stared at her.

"Your father would have a fit, you know that, Steph."

"Not if you're okay with it." I said. "If you say it's okay then daddy
won't say no."

"That's what you think." My mom laughed. "I can talk him into some of
the clothes you like..."

"My clothes?"

"...Letting you wear makeup..."

"Makeup? Mom!"

"...I can even get him to let you go to Clearview once in awhile..."

"Clearview..."

"...But, Steph, when it comes to his only daughter having boyfriends,
that's your dad's business." She nodded. "Not mine."

"You're okay with it though." I had to be persistent. "Right?"

"Okay with you having two boyfriends?"

"Yeah." I had to get an answer from her, and a yes answer at that.
Later I could work on my dad.

"I..." My mom gave me an exasperated sigh. "...Yeah, sure." She nodded.
"But when it doesn't work, you just remember this conversation."

"I'll never forget it, mom." I giggled and she even smiled then.

"Finish your sandwich now. You're going out tonight?"

"Yeah." I grinned. "It's Friday, we're going to see a movie."

"Uh...Which one?"

"I don't know yet." I shrugged. "We're not sure what movie is
playing."

"No." My mom giggled. "Which boyfriend?"

"Oh." I laughed. "Uh, both of them."

"Really?" My mom hadn't expected that.

"Yeah, Mark is gonna pick me up and then we're going to go get Chris."

"I see." My mom cleared her throat. "So you're serious about this."

"Mom!" I rolled my eyes. "What did you think we were talking about?"

"I know, I just..."

She shrugged and it was plain she had heard me, but didn't really
believe me. Or more likely she thought I was going to date them one at
a time, which would make sense, I supposed.

"I told you Mark and Chris are like best friends now."

"Stephanie, um...You remember that talk we had last year, when we let
you start dating?"

"Oh, mom..." I sighed. "...Not the birds and the bees again!"

"Shush...Are you...You're being careful, right?" Mom looked at me hard,
even though she might have been a little embarrassed.

"I'm not letting them do anything, mom." I had my legs crossed, so my
fib didn't really count.

"I know how teenage boys can be." My mom was being ultra serious. "You
have to respect yourself. Don't let them talk you into anything or..."

"Or out of anything?" I giggled.

"Steph..."

"I'm kidding mom, jeeze." I shook my head. "Mark is really good, he
doesn't try to do anything, I swear."

"I know, he's a good boy. We like him a lot, but..."

"And Chris, well you met him already." I smiled. "He's so sweet, he'd
never do anything, like force me or anything."

"I know...I didn't say he would, but..."

"They're both so nice, mom." I promised her. "And I already told Mark
I wasn't going to do anything. I'm not ready for all that stuff."

"You told him that?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded. "I'll tell Chris too. We have a lot of fun just
hanging out, I think if we tried to do anything...You know...Sex stuff, it
would ruin it. You know?"

I was hitting all the right buttons, one after the other, and it might
seem sort of evil, in a way. Lying to my own mom like that, especially
since Chris' virginity was still warm inside my womb, but hey...I was
sixteen years old and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Otherwise I'd never have any fun!

"You're such a good girl." My mom smiled. "So grown up already."

"Yeah." I nodded happily.

She gave me a hug as I sat there. "But not that grown up!" She kissed
my cheek.

"I know mom." I smiled modestly.


end of 12

Chapter Thirteen


I felt pretty good. Partly because I'd had such a nice talk with my
mom. She really was a pretty good one, I wouldn't trade her for
anything. But also because I was soaking in the bathtub, and it was a
nice big one too. One of those old Victorian tubs, deep and wide and
long enough so I could lay down in it if I wanted. It even had claw
feet, which was cool.

My dad always complained because filling it used up all the hot water.
I mean it was a big bath tub! He mostly took a shower, me too, but
baths were always great after a long hard day, especially if I wanted
to get really clean, and I did. I put in a bunch of scented bath beads
too. They were actually my mom's, but she didn't mind if I used them
too, and they smelled like strawberries.

And I don't know what it is about hot water and strawberries, but
every time I got in the tub like that, I got really horny. Well, I was
horny a lot anyway, but usually only when I was around Mark, or Chris
now, otherwise I didn't really think about sex very much.

Like I knew some girls I went to school with masturbated all the time.
They'd talk about it, not a lot, but sometimes. Kelly and Brittany?
They did it, in fact they talked about it the most, although that
wasn't all the time or anything. Just once in awhile, in the locker
room maybe after practice, one of them would say something about it.
Kelly mostly, because she had a boyfriend like we all did, but they
never had sex. So she'd talk about Jilling off after a date with him.

That would get Brittany started, like asking how Kelly liked to do it
and comparing notes or something. It was a little funny actually, and
sometimes the rest of us gave them a hard time about it, but just in
fun. All the girls did it and the times I did it were like now, in my
bath. I just didn't know exactly why. I got all the sex I could ever
want, but for some reason...

The porcelain tub was curved perfectly for my back, and warmed by the
water, but still a little cool as I leaned against it. I closed my
eyes, up to my chin in hot water, my long black hair floating around
me, and I moved my hands slow. That was the best part for me, or the
best way to start anyway. Just moving my hands slowly over my tummy at
first, dragging my fingernails over my skin.

My tummy was smooth and flat and soft. I have a great little tummy and
it would get a little hollow curve to it, not much, but a little bit
and my waist was narrow anyway. Not even twenty inches, more like 18
maybe. Every pair of pants I owned was loose, they just didn't come
with long enough legs and wide enough hips to still fit my little
waist. Skirts were better with their elastic waistbands, plus I could
buy long skirts for like 13 year olds, and they'd be like mini-skirts
for me. That was always cool, except my dad wasn't big on that.

Mom did control my wardrobe though, like she'd mentioned during our
little talk, and if it was okay with her, my dad would grumble, but
not argue about it.

And that's the kind of stuff I like to think about when I'm touching
myself in my bathtub. Not sexy stuff, not thinking about Mark or
Chris. I thought about me mostly, my mind wandering here and there, no
place in particular, like a strange daydream about nothing at all. It
really was just relaxing and making love to myself in that sense,
which is what masturbation is supposed to be, in my opinion.

I think some people didn't know that, like Kelly, she never felt good
afterwards. Not good about herself I mean, her body probably felt
great afterwards. But that wasn't the point of it, at least not for
me. I wanted to feel good about being me after I was done. I liked
myself just fine too, so maybe I'd gotten lucky that way, and I
enjoyed making love to myself.

So I'd play with my tummy first and then come up with my fingers,
feeling my hard ribs under my soft skin, maybe wishing I had a little
baby fat there, but they only got noticeable when I stretched anyway.
And I'd tease myself, because by now my nipples were getting hard.
Like dark cherries all hot and cold, pointing out from my ripe full
boobs. I'd trace my fingers around my breasts, around the bottoms and
sides, around the tops so that my fingers would meet at the soft
valley between them. And down, I'd move my hands down, spiraling
inward slowly, around and around until I found my nipples at last.

My aching nipples, hard and rubbery, not too long, but enough to play
with, enough to pinch and flick and rub with my thumbs. They loved
that, being rubbed and pressed down on so that they disappeared into
my soft tits. And sometimes I'd press my palms against them, squeezing
my tits with my fingers, moving my hands back and forth, rubbing my
breasts together.

I loved my tits, how they were so firm I didn't need a bra, not for
just everyday. My breasts were big handfuls and round with puffy
nipples that pointed a little up as well as out, and I could walk
around all day without a bra and no one would know, unless they saw my
nipples. That was why I wore a bra, because good girls didn't show off
their nipples. I played with my tits for ten minutes, lifting my body,
letting myself float up so that my nipples would push out of the
strawberry water into the cool air, and I'd smile and flick those
little ruddy islands playfully.

And about the time I was enjoying that, my sex would be waking up,
making me rub my thighs together, and I'd be telling my clit to be
patient. I saved my pussy for last because that was where it felt
really good. And after playing with my breasts, making my nipples burn
and throb and ache so much that I had to pinch them hard just to make
them feel good, then I'd push myself back down. I'd move my hands back
to my tummy and around my hips and down my thighs.

I was teasing myself, avoiding my vulva completely and massaging my
thighs and bending my knees. I'd massage my calves gently, squeezing
the hard little muscles there behind my shins and down to my feet. I
love my feet, I don't know why. I'm not ticklish either and rubbing my
toes, squeezing my foot, and caressing my ankles, all of that just
felt really good. I'd have my knees to my breasts almost, my toes out
of the water and I'd giggle at them, wriggling my feet and seeing them
painted pink like my fingernails.

I would grab my foot, the left one maybe, bringing it to my mouth. It
was easier in my bedroom, but I could do it in the tub too. My skin
squeaking a little as I shifted against the porcelain. I'd bring my
foot to my mouth, not caring that it was wet with bathwater and
perfumed strawberry bath beads. I'd take my toes in my mouth, holding
my breath and kissing them, sucking them slowly, one at a time, or
maybe two or three. I made love to myself with my toes in my mouth and
it was nice like that.

Then I wouldn't be able to help myself. I'd hold my foot to my mouth,
the other one now, sucking my big toe, which was hardly big at all,
working my tongue around it and nibbling just a little. And my other
hand, my left hand, would go down to feel the swell of my sex. That
soft fatty little mound above my clit, covered with a thin black layer
of pubic hair. I'd run my hand over it, spreading my fingers around my
clit as they went down. I'd suck my toe harder, like it was a cock
that could cum all over my tongue, and I'd rub my pussy. Lightly
though, gently, just barely.

My pussy lips would be swollen by then, filled with excited blood, all
dark pink and rubbery beneath my fingers. I'd play with them, teasing
my neglected clit. She was hard already, poking out of the wrinkled
little hood, that pretty knot of flesh just above my slit. I'd leave
her alone and pinch my lips, which were hardly long at all, but I'd
get one between my fingers and pull a little, cause I liked that. I'd
play with one and then the other, feeling the muscles inside my sex,
indistinct but noticeable, trembling and hungry and wanting to hold
something.

My pussy was the center of me, the middle of everything right then,
and I'd let my foot go finally, licking my lips and closing my eyes,
and bringing both hands to my cunt. I'd push a finger inside, working
it up and down first, looking for the little mouth down there and
finding it. The rim soft and warm and hard beneath, which always
seemed funny. It was a hole and a nice one and I pushed a finger
inside slowly, feeling the little bumps and ridges, all uneven and
alien, but not at all because it was me.

I found my clitoris with my other hand then, rubbing her slow the way
she likes it, petting her like a kitten so that she purred with a
quivering sensation that ran through my tummy and came out of my mouth
with a low soft moan. A heavy breath and a smile. I love my clitoris
and she loves me and I wanted her to feel good. I worked my finger
inside, twisting my hand, curling it gently, tickling the roof of my
pussy and underneath my clit, looking for that place, that one little
spot that was so perfect to touch by myself.

And rubbing my clit harder now, she wanted it like that. Harder and a
little rough. She was hard like a stone, throbbing like my nipples. I
pulled back on her, that was best, pulling my whole vulva up and back
beneath my fingers and that button would pop out even more, as much as
she could like a tiny little cock almost, no bigger than the tip of my
little finger. But so sensitive, so wonderfully attuned to every
little touch.

I was going to cum for myself, all over my fingers. I was making love
now, treating myself to kisses as my lips rubbed together, trying to
contain all the sounds that were gathering inside my burning lungs. I
was melting inside, my tummy full of butter, dripping down, deep into
my womb, into my cunt and I could feel it. My finger was moving back
and forth, feeling all that greasy wetness even through the water of
my bath. I was cumming and I had not a single thought in my head, not
a dream or a whisper of a dream. There was just me and my fingers and
my sex.

It was perfect and I loved myself completely.


end of 13

Chapter Fourteen


"Hi Daddy!" I was coming down the stairs as he was just about to come
up, so naturally I had the right of way.

"Hi." He smiled up at me, waiting patiently until I stopped two stairs
from the bottom so I could give him a kiss on the cheek without making
him bend down.

"How do I look?" I asked him, smiling and letting him see me in my
thin yellow sun dress.

It was a nice one, all cotton with little white flowers on it. I had a
bra on, of course, and plain white panties underneath. The dress was
new though and it fit me really good, tight around the wait, hugging
my hips and breasts. It was sexy, but so modest with a high neck and a
hemline just above my knees that he couldn't complain. It looked
virginal too, that was the best part. A girl wearing a dress like that
had to be a good one.

I'd let my hair loose, brushing it so that it sort of cascaded down
around my shoulders. A little makeup, of the mom-approved variety, and
mostly just some light red lip gloss and a bit of light blue eye
shadow, hardly any really, but I didn't need makeup anyway. I wore
some low heels, open toed shoes that matched the yellow of the dress
close enough to count. A small white purse, some little gold earrings
that mom had bought me for my fifteenth birthday, the gold tennis
bracelet Daddy had given me for my sixteenth, and the gold locket Mark
had given me just cause he loved me around my neck. It had pictures of
us in it.

"Uhhh...Is it prom night already?" Daddy looked at his watch.

"Daddy!" I giggled.

"You look great, beautiful...Maybe...You don't have an old sweatshirt?
Some jeans maybe..."

He was teasing me, the way he liked to, always suggesting I dress down
like maybe I wouldn't get too much attention. But I could have worn a
clown outfit and Mark would have thought it was sexy. I wasn't gonna
tell dad that though, and besides, it was seriously cool looking nice
for a date. I loved it when we went out for real.

"Hey um..." I brushed my hair back with my fingers, knowing dad liked it
when I did stuff like that.

"What?" He looked at me, maybe wondering if he was ever going to get
upstairs.

"Do you think I could stay out a little bit late tonight?" I bit my
lip. "Just like an hour maybe?"

"Steph, midnight is a little bit late." My dad chuckled.

"I know." I nodded quickly, making sure he knew I appreciated having a
midnight curfew on Fridays and Saturdays.

"Why?" He asked, like I knew he would. Mom would have just said no,
without caring why I was asking, Daddy would at least hear me out.

"Well, we're going all the way to Clearview, to see a movie and it
won't get done til after ten, probably." I explained. "And we were
thinking of getting a burger or something afterwards, you know. And so...
Oh please, Daddy?"

"Hmmm...Well..."

"Just an hour, it takes almost that long to get back from there."

"Yeah that is a ways." Dad nodded. "Let me talk to Mark when he gets
here, I'll think about it."

"Oh thank you Daddy!" I smiled huge and hugged him and he was smiling
and shaking his head.

"I didn't say yes." Dad warned me, but I knew he would.

"I know." I smiled. "But you're still a great dad!"

"Good." He chuckled. "At least I've got that going for me...Now if I
could get to the bathroom..."

"Oh..." I made an apologetic face. "...Sorry."

That was so cool and one reason out of many that I loved my dad. He
understood stuff like that. Mom wanted me to turn into a pumpkin at
midnight. Her honest to God opinion was that teenagers could have
plenty of fun before the clock struck twelve and there was no earthly
reason to stay out later than that. Not for a sixteen year old girl.

Dad's opinion, obviously, was that there were times when the clock
wasn't the best barometer for responsibility. He actually said that
once, so I know. I wrote it down in my diary just cause it sounded so
cool, especially coming from him. My dad was an apple farmer! But he
did have a goodly share of common sense too.

And Mark was going to be here any minute. It was almost six-thirty and
I checked myself one more time in the mirror by the phone. I looked
good, better than good actually, but modesty is attractive too. Mark
was going to be creaming in his jeans when he saw me, I'd bet. I hoped
so anyway. I don't think I'd ever made a guy cum in his pants, I hoped
not anyway, but I'd heard guys make comments like that from time to
time. Like overhearing boys talk as I walked past.

I was never really sure if I liked that sort of talk or not. Probably
not. Boys can be pretty crude sometimes, girls too, but only around
other girls. Boys are crude anywhere. I didn't hold it against them
though, I figured it was pretty hard having a couple balls between
their legs cranking out dirty thoughts every four or five seconds.
They just didn't have an off switch.

"Awww...Mom!" I shrugged with exasperation as I entered the kitchen.

"What? Oh my, don't you look pretty!" She smiled, looking me up and
down. "Come here though, let me fix this..."

There wasn't anything to fix, she just made that up so she'd have an
excuse to fuss over me. Mom tugged my dress one way and then the
other, brushing at imaginary dust or lint or something. She liked that
though, so I let her do it.

"I can't believe you're making dumplings." I complained. She made the
best chicken and dumpling soup you ever had.

"Why?" Mom frowned. "You might be going out, but your father and I
still need to eat."

"Mark's coming to get me in five minutes." I shook my head. "You know
he loves that stuff."

"He does have a healthy appetite."

"He's going to want to eat." I told her. "He's going to sit down, as
soon as he smells it...I swear mom, you're trying to ruin my date!"

"No!" Mom laughed and held my shoulders. "He's going to take one look
at you and forget all about eating."

"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.

"Besides, I made plenty." Mom was teasing me now.

"Grrrr..." I made a face and giggled.

Unfortunately I may very well have been right in my prediction. Not
that mom was trying to ruin my date, but that Mark would want to have
dinner with us. He loved me, yeah, but sometimes I really thought he
loved my mom's cooking even more. If he'd been twenty years old they'd
have been perfect for each other.

"He's here." My mom looked out the window and saw his truck parking by
the side door, the kitchen door, which was Mark's favorite door in the
whole world.

"Great." I sighed. "Tell him you only made enough for you and dad."

"Oh, stop it, Steph." Mom giggled. Mark always made her giggle, even
when he wasn't really there. It almost made me jealous sometimes.

"Hi Mrs. Avery...Hey...Stphy...Wow!" Mark didn't ever knock anymore, and he
smiled brightly as he walked inside.

"Hi Mark." I stood there with my hands behind my back, smiling and
twisting my hips a little. I knew I was adorable.

"Something smells great!" Mark was looking at me, but his nose was
sniffing the air and I frowned.

"Hi Mark." My mom laughed lightly, shaking her head at me.

"We're not going to eat dinner." I said, walking to Mark and grabbing
him by the sleeve of his shirt before he could sit down at the table.

"Uh, we're not?" Mark blinked at me. "Oh...Right Steph, yeah we have
to..." He paused, glancing at my mom.

"We have to pick up Chris." I nodded. "I told mom that I have two
boyfriends."

"You did?" Mark grinned.

"She did." My mo said, kind of sing-songy like.

"Chris is a great guy." Mark told her, not really knowing what or how
I'd explained anything.

"And you're going to share Stephanie?" My mom was in full-tit mom mode
now, giving Mark the eye.

"We talked about it." Mark looked back at her. "I like Chris and Steph
likes him, so why can't we all be friends?"

He said it so openly, like completely honestly it was really neat and
it surprised my mom. Not the words so much, but just the...I don't know.
The conviction, I guess. He believed it, that was what was cool. And I
knew he did cause he liked Chris a whole lot more than just friends. I
was remembering their kiss and it made me tingle. But mom just heard
the simple truth of it. We were all friends.

"That's really grown-up, Mark." My mom said and there was no small
amount of admiration there. "I'm impressed."

"Oh, thanks...Mrs. Avery." Mark even blushed a little cause getting that
tone of voice out of my mom was a big stroke for his ego.

"I hope it works out for you guys, cause I had my doubts when Steph..."
Mom stopped suddenly.

"When Steph what?" My dad walked into the kitchen, all cleaned up now.
"Mmmm...That smells good."

"Hello, Mr. Avery." Mark nodded at my dad, the always had the manly
thing going between them.

"Mark." Dad gave him a look and nodded back.

"You were going to talk to Mark, right Daddy?" I prompted him.

"Talk about what?" My mom was stirring her pot.

"Right, yeah...Mark, did I ever show you my gun cabinet?" Daddy put his
arm around Mark's shoulder, guiding him out of the kitchen.

"Uh, yes sir...Many times." Mark replied.

"Well, let's look again." My dad chuckled and it was just a game for
him, Mark too probably. The first time my dad had said that though
Mark almost ran for the door.

"What are they going to talk about?" Mom looked at me. "You didn't
tell your father about Chris..."

"No." I giggled. "Not yet, dad needs some time for that."

"Yeah." Mom nodded. "We'll keep that between us for awhile."

She knew my dad would never let me have two boyfriends, not without a
lot of preparation anyway, and even then it was still pretty iffy.
Especially since Chris was so new. Daddy didn't know the boy at all,
but I hoped that being the son of the apparently famous Georgie
Wheelock would help. Daddy would get to know Chris better when his
family came over for the barbecue, then we'd see what would happen.

"I think Daddy wants to talk to Mark about getting me home on time." I
nodded, thinking that wasn't even a lie.

I sure wasn't gonna tell my mom I wanted to stay out til one o'clock
in the morning with two boys! That would be insane. Daddy could tell
her after I was gone, then I'd hear about it in the morning, I knew...
I'd hear allllll about it.

And if my dad knew I was going all the way to Clearview with two boys
he'd ground me for life, easy. It had taken almost a year before dad
would let me go with Mark, and he liked Mark a lot. Enough to trust
him with his only daughter. But two boys? Staying out until one in the
morning in a town thirty miles away. No way in heck!

It was one of those strange occurrences that happen once in awhile,
where my parents would each keep a secret for me and feel okay about
it. But if those secrets got put together somehow it would be like
putting a match to a fuse. I was treading some seriously thin ice, but
being a teenager is like that. Once I was back home, safe and sound
and still a virgin, so far as they knew, the secrets would just be a
bad memory. I'd get a lot of warnings and threats, but I'd be forgiven
quick.

All I had to do was get Mark out the door before my mom or dad, or
even Mark said something they shouldn't.


end of 14

Chapter Fifteen


"If I bring you home one minute after one o'clock, I have to move to
South America." Mark told me seriously.

"Really?" I giggled, sliding over as we drove down the long gravel
drive from my house. I snuggled against Mark close, putting my right
hand across his flat hard stomach.

"Oh yeah." Mark chuckled. "If I run out of gas...No excuse. If I have a
flat tire...No excuse. If an asteroid hits the earth..."

"No excuse?" I smiled up at him.

"Nope." He nodded.

"Well, you better hope we don't run into any asteroids then." I
laughed.

"No kidding." Mark stopped the truck at the end of the drive so we
could kiss for a minute and I sighed happily as his warm wet tongue
filled my eager mouth.

"Don't they call those meteors?" I asked a minute later, as Mark
pulled onto the county road.

"What?"

"Asteroids that hit the earth."

"I dunno." Mark laughed. "What difference does it make?"

"I just wanna get our story straight." I pulled his left arm around
me. The sun was still up, but just barely and it was a beautiful
Indian summer evening and I was in love.

"Oh no, the only story we have to get straight is the one that ends
happily."

"Oh, I like happy endings." I stroked his thigh with my left hand.

"Me too, Stephy." Mark squeezed me. "Now Chris lives at the Wheelock
place so..."

He hooked a left on the state highway, cause that was quickest. Chris
lived like exactly opposite my house, in terms of where our little
town was in the middle. Mark lived kind of in between, but not really.
It didn't matter much anyway, everybody was spread out around there.

"Chris fucked me today, after practice." I told Mark, kind of
wondering how he'd react to that.

"Oh yeah?" He jerked a little, but just from the surprise.

"Yeah. He was a virgin." I smiled. "He was pretty nervous."

"You shoulda waited for me." The corners of Mark's lips went down.

"Well, I didn't know he never did it before, otherwise I would have."
I told Mark truthfully.

"Was it good?"

"Yeah, it was great." I giggled. "Way different than with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Not better or nothing, but not worse. Just...
Different."

"How?"

"Mmmm...He's not as big as you..."

"Heh." Mark grinned.

"...But perfect for me."

"Huh?" Mark gave me a little look.

"You're perfect too, you know what I mean." I told him. "With Chris
though, it doesn't hut all, he can really do it hard and it just feels
good."

"It doesn't feel good when we do it?"

"Of course it does!" I laughed. "But we have to go slow at first, you
know, cause I have to get used to it."

"Okay.

"But Chris' cock is just right, it makes me feel full, but doesn't
really hit the bottom, you know?"

"I don't know." Mark chuckled.

"Well, you'll see." I promised him.

"I hope so." Mark nodded and I knew he wasn't jealous, just curious.

"He can watch you fuck me tonight too."

I rubbed Mark's chest under my palm. He was wearing a nice shirt, sort
of a button down western shirt and straight leg Levi's with his nice
cowboy boots. We might have been living in upstate New York, but we
had horses and cows and even cowboys. Mark looked good dressed like
that, even without a big ol' belt buckle or ten gallon hat.

"That's what I want to hear." Mark grinned and he was playing with my
right breast, stroking the side of it through my dress and the bra
underneath.

"I want to give Chris a blowjob, I sorta promised him I would."

"He ever had one?"

"I don't think so." I giggled. "Maybe he won't like it."

"Yeah, and maybe that asteroids gonna hit us tonight too." Mark
laughed at me.

"You know what I mean." I protested.

"Steph, I have no idea what you mean." Mark shook his head. "I don't
know much, but I know Chris is gonna love it when you suck his dick."

"I hope so." I shrugged. "You can fuck me while I do it, okay?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"I'm serious."

"I know, me too." Mark grabbed my whole tit and squeezed it hard.

"Mmmm...Getting horny?"

"Heh...Since I walked into the kitchen."

"My mom's cooking makes you horny?" I laughed, knowing what he meant.

"Oh yeah, your mom...Whew! If she wasn't married to your dad..."

"Yeah, yeah...Don't even joke about it." I giggled. "I'm jealous enough
already."

"Jealous of your mom?" Mark didn't know if I was kidding or not.

"A little." I shrugged. "Every time you come over it's like you came
to see her, not me."

"Oh, that's not true." Mark shook his head.

"Seems like it."

"She's just really cool." Mark turned onto another county road, this
one unpaved and we could hear the little rocks pinging off his truck.

"Yeah."

"You are jealous, huh?" Mark stared at me for a second before looking
back at the road and I felt my ace turning red.

"Not that jealous." And I wasn't really, but it was annoying.

"Well, don't be any jealous, okay? I am totally in love with you."

"Okay." I nodded, smiling. "I love you too, Mark."

"And your mom's cooking." He grinned and I pushed him.

"Oh!" I slid over the sit and crossed my arms. "I take it back. I
don't like you."

"Heh...There's Crissy's house." Mark pointed his finger off the steering
wheel.

"Are we supposed to go in?" I wondered.

"I don't know. What did he say to you?"

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"Well, I spose his mom and dad probably want to meet us." Mark was
always so responsible.

"Yeah, probably." I nodded as Mark drove towards the big arm house.
They had a long driveway too.

"I guess um, you have to be his girlfriend and I'll be..."

"My big brother." I laughed, but I knew what he meant.

It was kind of a pain realizing we'd have to play silly games just
because people couldn't wrap their minds around three people who
wanted to go out with each other. From what I'd heard about Chris' dad
though, it seemed pretty unlikely he'd accept the idea of two boys
sharing one girl. Two girls sharing one boy was probably more his
style.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked me and then he chuckled. "Stupid
question."

"Why?" I looked at my boyfriend.

"Cause, you're so beautiful, Stephy." He meant it too.

"I'm glad you finally noticed." I frowned and I knew he'd noticed
right away, but it took him long enough to say it. He deserved a frown
for that.

"Awww..." Mark made a face and I giggled.

"Come on, slow poke." I opened the door. "My boyfriend's waiting."


end of 15

Chapter Sixteen


"Well, hey there." A man said, a rather big man, but not huge, and
handsome enough to make me smile. If he was Georgie Wheelock, he
looked a lot different than his son, all dark with black hair and
brown eyes and barrel chested. He was waiting for us on the front
porch as Mark and I walked towards it.

"Hello." I said.

"Evening, sir." Mark nodded.

"You must be Chris' friends from school." He was looking me up and
down and I almost blushed at that. "He said you were a cheerleader, I
can see why. Stephanie, right?"

"Yeah, um thank you." I didn't know what to say and he was making me
sort of uncomfortable with his eyes.

"And you must be Mark; that quarterback folks been telling me about."

"Yes sir." Mark agreed.

The man extended his hand and Mark shook it and from the looks on
their faces it was one of those male moments, the two guys giving each
other a healthy squeeze. The man was big, but Mark was about full
grown himself, and he'd worked his daddy's farm a long time. I think
it was probably a tie, but neither one of them showed anything, except
a little flex of the fingers after they were done.

Boys are like that.

"I'm Chris' dad, everybody calls me Georgie." He smiled. "Come on in,
meet the missus, Chris'll be down in a minute. Probably brushing his
damn hair or something."

I didn't think I liked Georgie very much and it was hard to picture my
Aunt Sharon, who was both attractive and practical, going out with a
guy like that. It was like he had a chip on his shoulder, or
something, not specifically, but just the feeling I got. And when he
put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me into his house, I really
didn't like it.

But what was I gonna do?

"Hello...I'm Wendy." A woman was walking into the living room, which was
more properly a front parlor when the house had been built about a
hundred and fifty years before.

She wasn't anything like Georgie. Wendy was about my height but
voluptuous, a word I'd never had use for until I met her. She was sort
of like my mom that way, but more so, and extremely pretty. Wendy's
hair fell straight and ash blonde to her shoulders, and she had lively
blue eyes, like mischievous eyes, and a small, almost sensuous mouth.
The woman had a smile that really lit her up like a candle.

Wendy looked just like Chris in the face, except she was a woman, of
course, and a sexy one too. I'm not big on comparing myself to other
girls or anything, but I knew sexy when I saw it and while my mom was
attractive enough, she did her cooking in the kitchen. Chris' mom did
her cooking in the bedroom, that was obvious, and I had to give Mark
an elbow so he'd close his mouth.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie and this is Mark." I smiled at her and even took
her hand briefly, but I don't think we liked each other very much. She
didn't strike me as a good girl.

"Your boyfriend?" Wendy's eyes widened playfully and then she looked
at Mark. "What a good looking boyfriend too, so big and strong. Hold
onto him tight, Stephanie."

"Oh, I will." I nodded, but I hadn't meant to say that. Mark was just
smiling.

"Chris! Your friends are here, boy!" Georgie yelled at the ceiling and
that seemed rather rude.

"Chris likes to take his time." Wendy giggled and it was amazingly
like her son's. "He always has."

"That's okay, ma'am." Mark smiled. "Uh, no rush."

"Call me Wendy, we're pretty informal around here." Wendy touched
Mark's shoulder lightly. "Would you like something to drink? A coke...
Some lemonade?"

"Get the man a beer, Wen...Me too." Georgie chuckled.

"Oh no, I can't...I'm just...I'm driving." Mark looked shocked at the
idea.

Neither one of us were big on partying, even moderately. Not to
mention we were way, way underage and Mark knew if my dad found out
he'd had even one beer, and then drove me around in his truck...Mark
would be moving a lot farther than South America.

"A coke then." Wendy pursed her lips at him, sort of like a kiss
almost, and I stared at the woman.

"Sit down, sit down...So tell me, how is it that you two are taking
Chris to the movies?" Georgie was sitting in his big recliner and so
me and Mark had little choice but to sit on the couch.

"Uh..." Mark wasn't sure how to answer and neither was I, since it was
about the dumbest question I'd ever heard. Maybe the curiosity was
normal, but asking like that? Even my dad wasn't this bad, I didn't
think. The guy had all the manners of a runaway bulldozer.

"He's my boyfriend." I said and that was probably not too smart of me,
since I'd just admitted that Mark was my boyfriend not two minutes
ago. But if these people wanted to act like this, well...I just didn't
care. I was getting a little pissed.

"Heh..." Georgie just laughed and Mark, who'd been staring at me, now
stared at him. "No, really...Couple kids like you, hell...You oughta be in
the back of that truck right about now, knockin' some rust off'n 'er."

"Excuse me?" I stared at the man, unsure if he meant the truck or me,
and that at least woke Mark up.

"I don't think you mean that, Mr. Wheelock." Mark said slowly. "Steph
isn't that sort of girl."

"Son." Georgie leaned forward with a grin. "They're all that sort of
girl."

"What sort is that, Georgie?" Wendy giggled, carrying a little round
try with some glasses on it. A couple cokes and a beer.

"The sort like you, Wen." Georgie laughed and Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Never mind him, he thinks he's funny." The woman handed us each a
glass and I just nodded, really wishing Chris would hurry up.

"Naw. You missed the funny part." Georgie grinned at me. "Stephanie
said Chris is her boyfriend."

"Really?" Wendy was sitting down on the sofa now too, on the other
side of Mark and closer to him than I liked. "I thought you were her
boyfriend."

"Uhhh...Yeah." Mark nodded slowly. "I am."

"So you have a little collection started, Stephanie? Good for you."
Wendy smiled at me.

"Hi, sorry I didn't expect you guys so soon." Chris was walking into
the room and obviously not really pleased that we'd spent some time
alone with his parents.

"It's okay." I smiled warmly at him. "Hi."

"We were early, dude. Sorry about that." Mark nodded and he was ready
to leave too.

"So, you got a girlfriend now, huh?" Georgie looked at his son.

"What?" Chris looked at his dad.

"Your girlfriend, Stephanie, she told us all about you two lovebirds."
Georgie was nodding to himself. "That a fact? Dating cheerleaders
now?"

"Uh, yeah....I guess so." Chris glanced at me, looking a little
confused.

"Well, good for you son." Georgie took a big swallow of his beer. "I
was startin' to worry about you."

"Georgie!" Wendy was standing up, giving Chris the same treatment I
got from my mom, except she was more...I don't know...Touchy with him
somehow. He was wearing a dark pullover sweater and some khaki
trousers, and Wendy picked and plucked and brushed away at him.

"What?" Georgie shrugged. "I guess better late than never and goddamn,
he got himself a good one too." The man was looking at me again like
all he needed was a knife and fork.

"Dad, please. Not now, okay?" Chris shrugged his mom off, who was
standing behind him, sort of rubbing his chest and smiling over his
shoulder at me.

Not at us, but right at me and it made me nervous. The whole thing
made me nervous, it was creepy, like a bad dream, and I wanted to wake
up from it. I felt really bad for Chris and now I started to
understand why he had issues with his dad. Who wouldn't? And his mom,
there was something wrong with her, but I didn't know what. I'd never
met people like them in my life and I figured our barbecue was going
to be more like a funeral once my mom met these people.

"We gotta go." Chris said.

"Don't stay out too late, honey." Wendy gave her son a kiss almost on
the lips, but Chris turned his head so she just got a corner of his
mouth.

"Give 'er hell, son." Georgie winked at me and his meaning was clear
and my whole body just burned. I couldn't even look at the man.

"Come on, Stephy." Mark was pulling me up and I nodded, taking a deep
breath.

Georgie was standing up too, seeing us to the door with his wife
sliding her ripe full body under the man's left arm. I swear he was
grabbing her ass right in front of us.

"Ya'll stop by anytime." Georgie grinned. "Specially you, Stephanie.
Any old time you feel like it. Any friend of Chris, ah hell, you
know."

We didn't even say goodbye, we just walked to the truck and got in, me
in the middle, Chris to my right, and Mark driving. He started it up
quickly, making a big round turn in front of the barn and kicking up
dust in the twilight.

"Look...I'm so sorry, you guys." Chris was totally bummed, and who
wouldn't be?

"Shhh...Hey, it's okay." I got close to him and I felt so bad for him
right then. Chris was humiliated and angry and I don't know what all
he felt. I couldn't even imagine it, what living with those people
would be like.

"You didn't pick your parents, man." Mark shook his head. "None of us
did."

"Yeah." Chris sighed.

"You're not them." I pulled Chris' face close to mine. "You're the one
I love, okay?"

"After seeing that?" Chris shook his head.

"After what?" I kissed him softly. "I don't remember anything."

"What the hell?" Mark stared at us. "Chrissy! Where'd you come from?
One minute we're driving down highway nine...The next we're here...Weird."

It was dumb, but kind of funny anyway cause we were all a little
stressed out. Even Chris smiled at Mark's silliness and that made me
feel better, but we both knew I'd never forget his parents. I'd never
go back to his house either, not if I could help it. It was like a
haunted house now and would be forever.


end of 16

Chapter Seventeen


"This is a good movie." Chrissy giggled.

"My favorite." I smiled at him, or more at the stars really. I was
laying on my back while him and Mark cooked some hotdogs for us on
sharp sticks.

We sitting on a huge soft quilted comforter, spread out over the short
grass. Mark had brought it along in the back of his truck. We had a
cooler too, with some food in it. Just hot dogs and chips, some cokes.
We had a little fire going and it was nice, sitting in our spot. Our
special place. The old bridge was just in front of us, lit up by the
big orange moon and the creek beneath it gurgled softly. There were
still some crickets, but not many, and no frogs this time of year.

"We come out here every weekend." Mark told him. "We say we're going
someplace else, but..."

"There's no place better than this." I sighed.

"So how come...I mean, I gotta ask...Why do you guys wanna go out with
me?" Chris looked at me, but probably he wanted Mark to answer. It was
a guy thing.

"Why not?" I grinned.

"You two are so...perfect, why do you..."

"Oh! Falling star!" I pointed, but it was gone so fast. "I wish..." I
laughed and kept it to myself.

"We're just us." Mark shrugged, looking up for a second. "We talked
about stuff..."

"We talk about everything." I giggled.

"...Like what would make us happier, or whatever." Mark pulled his
hotdog you of the fire, actually two of them, and looked at them
close.

"...And first we were like, maybe having another girlfriend would be
kinda cool." I continued. "But Mark's pretty busy anyway and there
aren't really any girls around that we really like."

"We like 'em okay." Mark said.

"Yeah, I mean we like them, but not...You know..."

"Okay." Chris shrugged, but maybe he wasn't sure and he was checking
the hotdogs he was cooking too.

"So we started thinking about boys, cause you know Stephy." Mark
grinned. "She always needs a ride or something."

"I do not!" I sat up a little.

"You do too!" Mark chuckled.

"No way! Don't listen to him." I told Chris and he was smiling at me.

"What?" Mark shook his head. "What was the first thing she ever asked
you, Chrissy?"

"Uh, for a ride." Chris giggled.

"See?" Mark grinned at me. "I rest my case."

"Hah!" I shook my head. "I asked him his name before I asked for a
ride."

"That doesn't count!" Mark was pulling the hotdogs off the stick,
making little ooch! sounds as he burned his fingertips.

"The first thing I asked!" I nodded. "You guys gotta get your stories
straight."

"Well maybe...." Chris was taking his hotdogs off too. "But I definitely
remember she needed a ride home first thing."

"See? First impressions are forever, Steph." Mark was laughing.

"Yeah, yeah...Well, the only reason I asked was so he'd be at my house
when you came over." I sat all the way up. "Remember that?"

"Whatever." Mark waved at me. "Anyway...The point is...What was my point?"

"Your head." I laughed. "Give me my hotdogs."

"I got it; do you want ketchup or mustard?" Chris was fixing the two
he'd made for me.

"Both." I grinned and then stuck my tongue out at Mark. "See? That's a
real boyfriend!"

"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me." Mark laughed. "The point is, we
thought being friends was more important than anything else, so if we
had another friend..."

"Like a boy." I added.

"...That we both liked, well, why wouldn't we want to share everything?"
Mark looked at Chris. "So when Stephy started talking about you, I was
like yeah, he seems pretty cool, let's ask him out."

"So this is like...What? A first date? See if you guys like me?" Chris
handed me a paper plate with hotdogs and chips and I smiled at him,
setting it down beside me.

"No way." I giggled. "We had that already."

"Yeah." Mark nodded. "It's hard to explain, but I mean it feels right,
doesn't it?"

"The three of us together?" I looked at Chrissy, biting a chip slowly.

"Yeah." He nodded. "It feels great."

Chris was putting some more hotdogs on his stick and Mark was already
cooking two more. He'd cook the whole package probably, just cause he
could eat a lot. And it was so nice just being out there with them.
Chris was still kind of uncomfortable, a little shy, but only because
he didn't know us really well yet. Me and Mark had dated a long time,
so we knew what the other one was thinking, practically. After awhile
Chris would be like that too.

"Oh, you gotta tell Mark the good news, Chrissy!" I said around a
mouthful of hotdog. I'd just remembered and I couldn't even wait til
I'd swallowed it.

"What good news?" Mark looked at me.

"Ummph..." I did swallow, hard. "Chrissy will tell you. Its way cool!"

"You mean the...Thing with...Yeah..." Chris giggled sorta nervously, but he
shouldn't have been nervous at all.

"What thing?" Mark laughed, turning his hotdogs over the fire slowly.

"Uh...I'm going to be a cheerleader." Chris gave Mark a little shrug. "I
think."

"He is!" I clapped my hands happily. "Isn't that cool?"

"A cheerleader?" Mark grinned. "What like Stephy? Pom-poms and a skirt
and all that?"

"What?" I frowned. "Don't be silly!"

"No." Chris shook his head. "I hope not anyway."

"I think the boys wear pants and a sweater...They do lifts and stuff,
you know." I explained to Mark.

"Oh, that's pretty cool." Mark nodded.

"Yeah, the coach asked me today when I was watching Steph's practice."
Chris nodded.

"Ms. Hayden." I nodded. "She was all over him too, you can't say no."

"Sooooo..." Mark smiled. "I'm dating two cheerleaders, huh?"

"The two hottest ones!" I giggled and Chrissy blushed.

"No doubt." Mark grinned.

"I just have to figure out how to tell my dad." Chris made a face.

"Ah, he isn't that bad." Mark shrugged and his hotdogs were about
cooked.

"Yeah he is!" Chris laughed. "Anyway, I don't know. I'll try and tell
him tomorrow at Stephanie's house. Maybe he'll at least try and be
cool in front of other people."

"Just tell your dad you fucked me." I grinned at Chris and he looked
shocked.

"What?" He glanced at Mark who just shrugged.

"Yeah, but not like in front of my dad!" I laughed. "But you know,
when you tell him just say I fucked you so you'd do it, like that's
why I'm going out with you."

"Uhhh..." Chris looked at his hotdogs, mostly so he wouldn't have to
look at me, I thought.

"What?" I picked up my other hotdog.

"That's not why you did...We did it...Is it?" Chris' voice was soft.

"What?" I made a face. "No, of course not! I didn't even think about
that."

"I know." Chris nodded quickly. "I just..."

"What's wrong, dude?" Mark looked at him.

"I just never knew anyone like her...Like either of you." Chris cleared
his throat. "I feel like I'm kind of dreaming, you know?"

"That's sweet." I smiled at him.

"Well, we're not going to wake you up." Mark smiled at him too.

"Every time I got something good, there was always...I don't know, like
a string attached, you know?" Chris was being pretty serious and we
nodded. "I just...If you guys are messing with me..."

"We're not." I promised.

"You're my boyfriend Chrissy." Mark said. "Stephy's too, nobody's
gonna mess with you around here."

"Mark will beat 'em up!" I giggled.

"I will, too!" Mark chuckled.

"Okay." Chris smiled and his hotdogs were cooked. "I...Yeah...Okay"

There really wasn't much more to say about it.


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