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BI High: Book 2 - Hints and Allegations
By High School Sweetheart

This story contains: mmf, Bisexual, Romance and is intended for Adults
Only
BI High: Book 2 is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be
reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com this story may
be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm

Synopsis: Stephanie and her two boyfriends, Mark and Chris, share a
special relationship unheard of in Iroquois County. Can their love
survive when their happiness begins to raise doubts and suspicions
among friends and family alike? 


Chapter One


"I'm getting better, I think." Chris was smiling at me, sitting on
Carmy and riding her pretty good, even if it was just a slow walk.

"Yeah, you are." I nodded. "Wanna see something cool?"

"What's that?" 

"Hold on..." I took my feet out of the stirrups, climbing up so I could
kneel on Taffy's saddle. "...It's easier bareback."

"What are you...Hey! Don't do that!" Chris frowned at me and I just
laughed.

"There...We...Go..." I stood up slowly, holding my arms out and balancing
myself as we rode along. We were getting close to Talbot Pond and the
area was nice and flat, old grazing land with short weeds and grass
mostly, all turned brown by autumn.

"Stephanie!" Chris really didn't like me standing on a moving horse.

"Relax! I do this in the parade every Fourth of July." I'd been
standing up on horses ever since I could remember and it wasn't much
of a trick really, unless you couldn't do it.

"This ain't the Fourth of July...Come on..."

"I bet I could go all the way to the pond like this." I teased my
boyfriend.

"Steph, if you fall off..."

"I've never done this before though..."

"What's that...Hey!"

I giggled as I unbuttoned my shirt, it was a soft flannel one and I
was wearing a faded denim jacket over it, but it was easy to take them
both off together. I undid the buttons and shrugged my clothes off my
pale shoulders, and it was kind of chilly, but not too cold. Enough to
give me some goosebumps.

"Here...You ready...Catch!" I balled up my clothes and tossed them to
Chris, who was just a few feet away, riding beside me.

He was looking sort unhappy, but interested too as I stood on my horse
wearing a pair of jeans and a thin white bra. I grinned at him and
reached behind me, unhooking it and removing my bra so I could toss
that over to him as well.

"Don't drop it!"

"Hey...Oh, I got it...You're crazy!" Chris was laughing.

"Nah, this is so cool." I combed my long black hair back and then
spread my arms.

My nipples were hard in the morning breeze and stood there easily,
naked from the waist up, riding a horse in the middle of nowhere with
the prettiest boy in the county watching. I wasn't crazy, I was just
really lucky and more than that, I was lucky enough to know it. I
lifted my right foot slowly, pulling off my sneaker while I stood on
the other.

"What are you doing now...Don't stand on one leg...Jesus..."

"What? It's easier barefoot...Catch..." I tossed my shoe at him underhand
and then I was taking off the other one. "Besides..."

"Besides what?" Chris caught my left shoe and he was tucking
everything inside his jacket, since it was big on him anyway, loose
like a big blue kangaroo pocket with the word 'Yankees' written across
the front.

"...I can't get my pants off otherwise!"

"Awww...Steph!" Chris rolled his eyes, but I was already doing it.

"Don't peek!" I giggled. "I ain't never done this before."

"I thought you've done everything on a horse." Chris grinned, because
I did like to brag more than a little about how good I could ride.

"Almost everything..." It was a little tricky getting out of my jeans,
but not hard, and standing on a horse isn't all that much different
than standing on a footstool, so long as you keep your knees bent.

"You never did this for Mark?" Chris asked, and he probably figured
there wasn't anything we could do that Mark and I hadn't done first.
But Chris wasn't jealous, just eager to play catch up, even if he
wouldn't admit it.

"Heh!" I laughed and I had my jeans off, rolling them up as I stood
there in my panties, little white bikinis that had worked their way
into the crease of my butt. "Nope...What makes you think I'm doing this
for you?"

"What a tease!" Chris shook his head. "You want to know how I know?"

"How?" I tossed him my jeans.

"Because you wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't here."

"Well." I sighed theatrically. "Aren't you Mr. Smartypants?"

"Nope." Chris shook his head, looking me up and down. "I'm just in
love."

"You want me to take off my panties?" I rubbed my tummy just a little.

"Oh yeah." Chris nodded. "Like that Godiva chick."

"I thought that was Guinevere." I pulled out the waistband and let it
snap back against my skin.

"Guinevere?" Chris laughed. "Nah, she was totally different."

"You read too much." I giggled and then I was pushing my panties down,
just bending my knees and sliding them down until my ass was
practically touching my heels, as that was the easiest.

"Not since I met you." Chris shook his head. "I haven't read anything
in a month."

"Awww..."

"What? I like reading...So what?"

"So nothing." I made an innocent face and held up my panties. "You
want these too?"

"Can I keep them?" Chris grinned.

"You want to keep my panties?"

"Yeah, you know, hang them from the rearview mirror or something."

"In your mom's car?" I laughed. "Are you looking at my butt?"

"Uhhh..." Chris giggled and he'd stopped Carmy so I rode ahead a little
and I had to look over my shoulder at him.

"Nice view?" I shook my head and squeezed the cheeks of my pert round
ass together just for him.

"Great view, yeah."

"You got a boner yet?" I stuck out my tongue and tossed Chris my
panties.

"I've had a boner since you started taking off your clothes." Chris
had to reach, but he caught them, and even brought them to his nose
like he was a bad boy and I giggled.

"Yeah right." I rubbed my arms a little cause it was October already
and a little cold, sort of a grey day. "You know what else I've never
done on a horse?"

"Ummm..." 

"I'll give you one guess." I was half turned now, standing sideways
and Taffy didn't mind; I didn't weigh hardly anything for him. I
raised my eyebrows invitingly. "Just one though..."

"Can you give me a hint?" Chris teased me.

"Hmmm..." I pursed my lips. "It's something we do a lot."

"But not on a horse?"

"But not on a horse..." I grinned. "...Yet."

"Wow." Chris shook his head. "That's a toughie."

"Is it a...Hard one?" I giggled, sitting down on Taffy backwards in the
saddle so I could look at Chris. I had my legs spread, of course, with
my heels up and together on his back, balancing easily on my ass and
rocking more side to side than up and down.

"Pretty hard, yeah." He licked his lips.

"You think if I cum, I'll fall off?" I asked, sort of half-seriously.

I was rubbing my pussy and leaning back a little, but it wasn't really
comfortable like I wanted. At least I wasn't riding a big hard western
saddle, I didn't like those for just riding around. I liked my English
riding saddle, it was smaller and a whole lot more comfortable, plus
it didn't have a large saddle horn to be jabbing me in the back as I
sat there. Those things could be as much annoying as they were handy,
although Chris definitely got good use out of his.

"Maybe you need somebody to hold you up." Chris offered.

"You think?" I smiled at that. 

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, you know." He was looking at
my pussy.

Chris had ridden Carmy right up close to Taffy now, so he could see
everything. I was pink and moist and I was being bad myself, the way I
liked to be when I was with my boyfriends. Nobody else in the world
knew how bad I could be, and I spread my plump little pussy lips just
for Chris, playing the slut cause it was good for my heart. A serious
fantasy made real when I was alone with one or both of the boys. I
didn't have any shame in front of them.

"Wanna give me a ride on my horse?" I played coy, biting my lip like a
little girl and sinking a finger inside my horny slit.

"How about this one?"

"Nah, this saddle is better for two people." I grinned at him, pulling
my finger back out and I sucked it clean just for him, knowing how
much Chris loved the taste of my sex. I was just a little tangy, a
touch sweet maybe, but when I came the flavor would be very strong.
That's what he liked the best and he was good at making me cum.

"You really want to do it?" Chris asked.

"I've never fucked on a horse." I rubbed my hard little clit with my
fingertips slowly. "I'm a virgin."

"Shoot." Chris laughed but he was hot for it, just like I was. "Okay,
yeah...I'll give you a ride, Steph."

We had to pause for a minute or two so Chris could get off Carmy,
dropping half of my clothes in the process. He apologized under his
breath while I waited, smiling patiently and feeling my tummy knot up
the way it does when I know I'm going to have sex with one of my
boyfriends. It was a little cool outside though, as I said, and so I
got my shirt and jacket back from Chris, putting them on so I was just
naked from the waist down and that was better.

Chris stuffed the rest of my clothing in Carmy's saddlebags. They
already held our lunch, but Chris was careful and a minute later he
was ready to get on Taffy, my big quarter horse, and ride with me. 

"What should I do with Carmy?" He asked, holding her by the reigns. 

"Just let her go, she'll follow us...Aren't you forgetting something?" I
grinned.

"What?"

"It'll be easier if you take off your pants, cowboy." I giggled.

"What about, um..." He looked around, but we were literally miles from
anyone, except Mark probably. He'd be waiting for us at Talbot Pond,
which was maybe a mile off, or a bit less than that maybe.

"I got naked!" I laughed. "You're going to be shy now?"

"Well...No." Chris grinned and he was kicking off his shoes and peeling
off his socks and then his blue jeans.

He was so sexy too, just watching him undress was a treat for me, and
one I didn't think I'd ever get tired of it. I was getting seriously
wet now, rocking my hips a little as I played with my lightly furred
pussy, feeling the short black pubes just above my clit under my palm.
Chris' cock was hard and long, good sized without being too big, the
way Mark sometimes was for me. It was pretty like the rest of him, and
almost graceful the way it curved gently upward from the base to the
swollen head.

Chris put his clothes away too and then he was next to Taffy as I
scooted myself up onto the horse's powerful shoulders, feeling his
short fur and the neatly trimmed mane tickling my back. 

"How, um...What do I grab?" Chris almost blushed as he was looking for a
pommel, like the saddle horn he was used to when riding Carmy. 

"Just get your foot in the stirrup..." I explained like he was a little
kid and Chris gave me a dirty look. He got up though, finally and sat
on the gentle curve of the saddle easily, although it was different
than a western saddle. 

"Okay...Hi." I smiled, sliding down close to Chris, putting my arms
around his neck and moving slowly, not wanting my boyfriend to lose
his balance.

"Hi." Chris was smiling and he even tried to help me a little, but I
just whispered he should sit still and lean back, just a bit, and push
out his hips...

"There...." I swallowed hard and I had my legs around Chrissy's waist,
my pelvis against and a little above his as I fitted his hard upright
cock inside my eager sex. 

"Oh yeah, Steph." Chris nodded and I was letting myself down, like I
was sitting in the boy's lap while he sat on the horse.

"Ummmm..." I sighed happily, feeling Chris' cock hot and hard, splitting
my sex and I just held him tight, impaled wonderfully on his penis.
"Grab the reins..."

"Ah...Shoot...Heh..." Chris had to lean forward, making me gasp as his cock
was all the way in now. I was kissing his ear, biting it gently
between my teeth while I clung to him.

It was somewhat awkward, but not too bad. If Chris had been a better
rider this would have been easy, and I knew I'd have to try it with
Mark sometime, he was pretty good on a horse himself. Chris was doing
alright though, and he managed to get the reins, giving them a little
shake and a cluck of his tongue and Taffy started walking again.

"Oh...Fuck!" I gasped and then giggled as the motion moved us around,
making us rock against each other slowly.

"Ahhh...Uh...My balls!" Chrissy's eyes got big and he reached down to
adjust himself.

"You okay?" I looked at him and Chris nodded.

"Better now. This is kinda dangerous." He gave me a shake of his head
and pulled his blonde hair out of his sweet blue eyes.

"Nah...We just need practice." I giggled and it was so much fun making
love like that, letting the horse move us so that I rode Chrissy's
cock just sitting there, like grinding on it more than fucking.

"Practice...." Chris laughed. "...Yeah."

I kissed him then, pressing my tongue into Chris' sweet warm mouth,
keeping my eyes open so I could look at him while we did it. I could
cum just from that, sometimes, making out with Chris while his hard
cock was inside me. We didn't even have to move, just kiss, and I'd
cum all over him. And this was like that, sort of, we weren't doing
anything, but Taffy was moving us anyway. The steady pace of the horse
was rocking us together, pushing and pulling that swollen muscle
inside me this way and that as I rolled my hips to keep us balanced. I
couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this before and we kissed each
other carefully for a good five minutes like that.

"Don't cum..." I whispered in Chris' ear and I was breathless because it
felt so good. "...I want Mark to see us fucking."

"Oh...God..." Chris sighed, or more panted with his face buried in my
hair.

"Let's go a little faster..." I suggested with a giggle and Chris
groaned softly. 

That was maybe a risk, since Chris had nothing to hold onto but the
reins and his feet in the stirrups. But I was there too, and while I
wouldn't be able to hold him up if my boyfriend started to fall, I
would at least be able to help him keep his balance...I hoped. Besides,
it was just a trot anyway and Chris could manage that.

I giggled as Chris gave Taffy a little head and a shake, and we felt
the difference immediately. All of a sudden we really were fucking,
since a trot is much like a walk, except a bit faster. We were moving
a little more side to side, since both legs moved on one side of the
horse, and then other. It was intense, the way were bouncing and
moving and swaying, working to keep our balance in that awkward
position and feeling so good at the same time.

My pussy was soaked now, trembling inside as it squeezed Chris' cock.
He was moving in and out, not a lot, but enough, and better than that,
Chris was moving back and forth, we both were, so that my hard little
clit would feel him every few seconds, a sweet pressure from the hard
shaft rubbing against me. I was going to cum and Chris was getting
close and I held the boy tight, breathing through my open mouth as I
watched the world go by over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna..." Chris was panting.

"No...Not yet...Don't cum yet..." I pleaded with him.

"Steph...I can't help it..."

"No...Just wait, kay?" I was going to cum too, any second and I was
fighting it, which has always been a pleasure all its own.

"Oh fuck...We gotta slow down..."

"This is slow...Just...Think about something else..." I groaned.

"I...You feel so...good..."

"Fuck...Stop...No...don't stop..."

"Oh god..." Chris was going to cum any second and it was suddenly okay.

"What are you guys doing?" Mark's laughing voice filled my ears and I
lost it, my whole body suddenly contracting around that cock inside
me. 

I was cumming hard, clinging to Chris desperately and he'd pulled the
reins before wrapping his arms around me tightly, just out of reflex
maybe. I was hot all over and trembling, my thighs squeezing Chris
around his waist while my pussy rocked with spasms of pleasure. It was
insane and I almost forgot where we were, and I'd have fallen probably
except Chris was holding me desperately too. I felt like I was falling
anyway, not off the horse, but just into something warm and soft and
sweet.

"Oh...Fuck..." Chris was cumming too, the sensations of my quivering sex
milking his penis finally giving the boy that last little push over
the edge.

"I wondered why you guys were taking so long." Mark was saying, but
all I could do was moan and ride Chrissy's cock as his hot sperm
suddenly seemed to fill every part of me that mattered.

"Gonna do that in the parade next year?" Mark teased us and he was
grabbing Carmy's reins, and then Taffy's as well, since Chris had let
him go. "Ya'll better hold on."

And we were walking again, fucking again as Mark led us towards the
pond, and Chris wasn't going soft while we kissed, not one little
bit. 

God, I loved Sundays!


end of 01

Chapter Two


"My folks want you guys to come by for dinner sometime." Chris said,
and that sounded innocent enough.

"Hmmm..." I made a little sigh.

"Both of us?" Mark was still eating some lunch, just left over chicken
that I'd made into chicken salad sandwiches. I'd told him my mom had
made it, so of course Mark thought it was really good. My boyfriend
had a thing for my mom's cooking.

"Well, they said Stephanie, but yeah." Chris shrugged. He didn't have
to say it might be kind of better with Mark there. He made me feel
safe.

"Your dad always looks at me." I said, but that wasn't any kind of big
secret.

"I know." He sighed too.

We didn't go over to Chrissy's house very much, but it wasn't totally
unavoidable of course. He was our boyfriend and so we had to
sometimes. That sounds kind of bad, I know, but Chris felt the same
way. It wasn't that Georgie and Wendy Wheelock were bad people, they
were just...Different. Not like the sort of parents Mark and I were used
to.

But I was plenty familiar with grown men checking me out. That was one
of those facts of life that I'd become aware of when I was maybe 13 or
14 probably, just starting to develop and become the young woman I
almost was now. I didn't mind it usually, and sometimes it even made
me feel good about myself, although I'd feel a bit guilty for that.
I'd been in a lot of beauty pageants too and a girl had to like being
looked at to do those, believe me. So it didn't bother me being
admired. Georgie though, he didn't even try to hide what he was
thinking and that was something I did mind.

The strange thing was that Chris' mom, Wendy, didn't seem to mind at
all. She thought it was funny maybe, or something, I wasn't sure. I
hadn't much cared for her right from the start and I especially didn't
care for the way she looked at Mark. He got the same sort of looks I
did, but from girls I mean, and so did Chris obviously, because they
were both so attractive. Mark with his big, muscular body, strong
handsome face and soft brown eyes; Chris all lithe and blonde, with
pretty blue eyes, high cheeks, and sensual lips. It didn't make me
jealous; it just made me feel good, especially at school. I was the
envy of half the girls there, probably, and that seemed pretty normal.

Teenage girls should want a boyfriend like Mark or Chris, but that
Wendy Wheelock, she was old enough to be Mark's mom. And she would
look at him and talk to him, even touch him sometimes on the shoulder
or thigh. Not so much that I could say anything, but she'd catch me
looking at her and give me a smile, like I'd better watch out or I
just might find myself one boyfriend shy some night. It felt like some
sort of perverse game that Georgie and Wendy were playing together
against us, and I didn't understand it at all.

None of us did, not even Chris, but we all felt bad about it.

So it was one of those topics that we all understood, and even shared,
but without really talking about it. I wasn't brought up to say bad
things about anyone, but especially not my boyfriend's parents. Mark
was the same way and so we'd mention little things, but nothing too
serious, and mostly hope it would get better by itself. People did the
same thing with toothaches though and all that did was hurt more
later. It was a good lesson that we should have kept in mind.

"Well, I guess we'll come over for dinner then." Mark shrugged and
there wasn't much else to do about it.

"Tuesday, after practice?" Chris looked at us. "Is that okay?"

"Sure." I nodded, lying on my back on Mark's old comforter, looking up
at a cold grey sky.

"Yeah, that's cool." Mark agreed, finishing his sandwich.

"We should build a little house out here." I thought.

"A house?" Mark looked at me. "You don't wanna get married first?"

"Heh." Chris chuckled. "She won't even hold hands at school."

"Just a little house for us." I made a face. "It's going to get cold
soon."

"Well, at least you get to grab her ass." Mark laughed, ignoring my
silly idea and talking to Chris.

"He grabs Stacy Martin's ass a lot more than mine." I snorted.

"I do not." Chris stared at me. "I can't help it she's small."

"She's cute too." Mark nodded.

"Can't help practicing all those lifts either." I giggled.

"Now, you know I don't have much choice." Chris shook his head. "Ms.
Hayden tells me what to do same as you."

"What's her butt feel like?" Mark wondered.

"Nice and firm, man." Chris giggled. "She's got the smallest ass..."

"Do I have to listen to this?" I sighed.

"Big tits though." Mark nodded his head as if Stacy was standing right
in front of him. Bent over probably.

"Big bubblegum nipples too." I said. "Now shut-up."

"Really?" Chris smiled at me. "Pink ones?"

"Oh God...You guys want a new girlfriend?" I wasn't mad, or even
jealous, but it was a fun game.

"One is plenty for me." Mark decided.

"Me too." Chris agreed.

"No, no, no..." I laughed. "I mean a new one, cause if you guys want to
trade me in..."

"What?" Chris looked shocked.

"Stephy, we were just..." Mark held out his hands and I had them. It
warmed me all over.

"I won't let you do it." I smiled pleasantly, looking straight up.
"Nope. You guys are stuck with me now..."

"She's in a mood." Chris laughed. "What a tease!"

"...forever and ever...." I just talked softly to myself.

"She's the only one who ever did it with somebody else anyway." Mark
was saying.

"...You guys are gonna be my boyfriends forever."

"What?" Chris didn't know about that yet. "You mean like...Had sex?"

"Yeah." Mark nodded. "She fucked Todd, you know him, and whatshisname,
Sandy's older brother..."

"Jim." I giggled. "He had kind of a big dick too."

"When was that?" Chris asked no one in particular, but the idea that
I'd had sex with someone besides Mark surprised him.

"About a year ago." I smiled. 

"She just did it because we didn't have you yet." Mark said seriously
and I nodded at that, agreeing totally.

"That's kind of weird." Chris laughed and we'd been together almost a
month, but he was still trying to figure us out in a lot of ways.

"I don't ever want to fuck another guy." I said. "Just you guys,
that's all."

"But why do it at all?" Chris asked me. "Why Todd?"

"He was..." I shrugged. "...Lonely."

Mark laughed at that, but it was kind of true. The three of us had
been at Todd's house and drinking some of his dad's beer. We hardly
ever drank, so like one beer and I was pretty giggly anyway. Mark had
a couple and he wasn't used to it. So we were making out and then
somehow having sex, even though Todd was sitting right there. And I'll
admit it kind of thrilled me at the time, but afterwards I was a
little freaked out. Nobody else in the world knew I wasn't a virgin.

But Todd was there, watching us, and after we were done, I mean right
after Mark had cum inside me and pulled his huge cock out of my
fifteen year old pussy, and I was just barely not a virgin then, I
asked Todd if he wanted to do it. Mark didn't mind. Todd was his best
friend for one thing, for another I knew Mark wanted to see me do it
with another guy. I think that's why he liked having Chrissy for our
boyfriend, even more than he'd have liked having another girl in our
relationship. 

Mark could watch me fuck and he liked it.

Todd had pushed his much smaller penis inside me quick, like we might
change our minds and tell him it was just a joke. He shoved his virgin
cock inside my sperm filled pussy and I felt it, but it wasn't that
good really. Not after Mark had stretched me so nice. What was good
for me was just being bad, cause letting another boy who wasn't even
my boyfriend do it...That had to be bad. My fantasy come to life. Todd
fucked me for about three minutes while I watched Mark watching us,
and when Todd came I pretended like I did too, just to make the boy
feel better. Mark laughed when I'd told him about that later, but he
promised never to tell Todd.

That had been a one time thing though, like a practice run, if that
makes sense. Most boys and even full grown men wouldn't be able to
share their girlfriends. Mark could though, but we needed someone
other than Todd to make it special. We needed someone like Chris.
Someone who could love both of us because Mark didn't want to just
share me, he wanted all of us to share everything, and that idea was
what I loved most about him.

Mark wasn't like any other boy I knew. Except maybe Chris, but Chris
never would have thought of it by himself. Me neither. But Mark had
not only thought of it, he'd explained it to me, and both of us
explained it to Chris. A lot of girls I knew thought they loved Mark,
but they were loving him for the wrong reasons, I thought. The real
reason was with us, and right in front of their eyes, but they were
too blind to see it and we weren't going out of our way to point it
out.

"So Todd, he's not going to say anything, right?" Chris asked after we
told him the story, Mark and I sort of taking turns and having fun
remembering.

"Todd?" I giggled. "No, he's totally sweet."

"He won't say anything." Mark smiled. "It was the happiest day of his
life."

"Awww..." I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously." Mark nodded. "If Stephy had a fan club, Todd would be the
president."

Chris laughed at that and I blushed, but it was true. There were a
bunch of boys who had crushes on me, I knew that. Jordy was another
one, Mark's younger brother, and I was nice to all of them, as much as
I could be. But Todd, he'd actually made love to me, and he'd keep
that secret the rest of his life if I wanted him to. He'd never, ever
hurt me; and sometimes I wished we could do it again, just because I
liked Todd a lot and I wanted to see him happy, but that wasn't the
same as me wanting to have sex with him. I didn't want to have sex
with anyone but my boyfriends.

"What about that other guy?" Chris wondered. "Sandy's brother?"

"Nah." I shook my head. "He's getting married next spring to his
college girlfriend."

"Plus he was like twenty at the time and Stephy was fifteen." Mark
chuckled. "He doesn't want anyone to know about it."

"What do they call that?" Chris frowned a little. "Statutory rape or
something?"

"Weird to think I was raped." I giggled. "It sure didn't feel like
it."

"Yeah." Mark nodded. "Something like that."

"How did it feel?" Chris looked at me and I glanced at him to see if
he was serious.

"It was okay." I shrugged. "He's cute; pretty funny too. We weren't
really fooling around."

"But you had sex with him." Chris combed his hair back.

"Are you jealous?" I teased him, but it seemed like maybe he was.

"I don't know." He sucked his top lip. "I just...I can't picture you
doing it like that, with either of those guys."

"Nobody can, dude." Mark laughed.

"That's why I'm a good girl." I giggled.

"You say so, Steph." Chris sighed, but he was smiling.

"So um..." I smiled innocently at my two boyfriends. "Are we gonna fuck,
or what?"


end of 02

Chapter Three


Mark was making love to Chris.

I think I liked that, not more, but just as much as when he would make
love to me. There was something sexy about it, watching two boys do
it. I suppose it's what some guys feel about watching two women have
sex. Like if one is good, well two is even better, right? It was for
me anyway and I was content to touch myself and watch, and best of all
they knew I was watching.

Even though it was a cool afternoon, we didn't care. We'd probably all
catch colds, but that was tomorrow and we were living our lives today.
We weren't completely naked, but we all had our pants off, which might
have looked funny to someone passing by. Three teenagers naked from
the waist down, but that was about as likely to happen as a meteor
hitting Talbot's Pond. 

The result would have been about the same too: The end of the world.

As it was though, nobody happened by and I sat on the comforter
rubbing my moist hot sex, still leaking Chris' sperm from the fuck
we'd enjoyed on Taffy's back. I liked that a lot. I always did, being
filled with my boyfriends' sperm, one, or both of them preferably.
Feeling it inside me, mixing with my own juices, of which there always
seemed to be plenty, and leaking out through my tender sex for hours
afterward. 

It sounds a little dirty probably, maybe even nasty, but it didn't
feel that way to me. I wanted to remember them as long as I could and
a lot of times I'd put off washing myself just because I did enjoy it
so much. I guess that's a fetish of some sort, but I don't know what
the word might be, nor do I really care. Mark and I, and now Chris, we
didn't have a lot of use for words and labels like that. It was one of
the secrets to being happy, or so Mark thought, and I believed him.

Chris was on his knees, with his head down, turned on his cheek so he
could watch me. He had his firm round butt up high and Mark was
rubbing his cockhead with some lubricant. After that first time, which
had to have hurt a lot, my boyfriends had got smart and bought
something to help them out. I'd sucked Mark a little, while he'd
kissed and licked Chris' ass before working a bunch of that sex lube
into Chrissy's rectum, both of them getting ready for it. But that was
as far as I went with them physically, just sucking Mark, and it was
enough.

They'd fallen into their own happy relationship too, which I guess
everyone does. It's natural to find the place where you're most
comfortable, but of course it was different for them than it was for
me. They were boys and I was always the girlfriend, my role was pretty
clear and I didn't think about it at all. Maybe Chris and Mark didn't
think about theirs either, but I did.

Mark was definitely Chrissy's boyfriend, I mean the man when they had
sex. Chrissy was more like the girl, but not girly at all, he was just
happy to be the one taking Mark's big hard cock in his ass. Mark was
happy to give it to him, that's all I'm saying. But it wasn't like
Chris was trying to be a girl, or acting like one, it was just what
they liked and so maybe I am guilty of using labels, but I'm trying
not to.

Chris never fucked Mark, which I found maybe a little odd, but not
totally. Mark would have done it and liked it probably, but Chris
didn't want to. He liked it better when Marked sucked him off and they
did it like that a lot. The two boys would make out for awhile and
then Mark would suck Chris, if I was just watching like I was today.
Mark would give him a good blowjob too, not a little quick one, but a
real one, and they'd both be hot for it when Chris came. 

Mark loved to swallow Chrissy's cum just as much as I did, although it
had taken me awhile before I was into it. I'd been giving Mark
blowjobs for about six months probably before I let him cum in my
mouth. Mark had let Chris do it right from the start, he was a really
good boyfriend. And once Chris had cum, then Mark would most often
want to fuck him, sometimes with Chris on his back, his legs around
Mark's waist, or maybe over the bigger boy's shoulders, and that was
seriously hot. 

Other times they'd do it like this, with Chris on his hands and knees
and Mark behind him. Chrissy was used to it now too, well, as much as
he could be. Mark's cock is very big. I figured ten inches, but Chris
thought it was more like nine, we argued about it sometimes, but just
to tease Mark who was sure he had a bigger dick than either of us
thought. Someday we'd have to measure it, but that would just spoil
our fun too. It didn't make any difference anyway. One thing was for
sure though, it was big, and thick, and Chris had been sore at first,
but now he could take all of it, slowly, and feel pretty good
afterwards.

It was a lot like I felt with my pussy. The first time Mark had made
love to me, taking my virginity, I thought I'd gotten kicked by a
horse. We'd done it just a little bit, and I'd taken maybe half of
Mark's cock and he'd cum quickly anyway. The only thing that had made
it good for me was that it was my first time. It had been special
because it was Mark and I wanted to give it to him, and I remembered
the pain of my broken hymen mostly as a pleasant memory now. But I was
still pretty glad it was a one time deal too, you know?

"Are you okay, Chrissy?" Mark asked and he was leaning over the other
boy, his cock ready to be pushed inside, maybe even pushing a bit
already.

"Yeah..." Chris lifted his head, turning his face so that he could kiss
Mark on the lips. "...I love you."

"I love you too, Chrissy." Mark breathed and then kissed Chris deeply,
pushing his tongue into the other boy's mouth at the same time he
pushed forward with his hips.

Chris groaned, but the sound was muffled inside Mark's mouth and he
stiffened, just a bit, but relaxed quickly enough as Mark paused. He'd
gotten his cockhead inside, stretching Chrissy's tight sphincter wide
around it and now it was just the patient in and out that Mark was so
good at. He knew how to fuck, mostly because he'd had more than a year
to practice with me, and it worked the same way for Chris.

I rubbed my clit slowly, licking my lips and nodding as I watched. My
tummy was tight and my clit hard like a smooth round pebble. I smiled
and sighed, making myself feel good while Mark worked his fat cock
back and forth, a little deeper with each stroke. He was opening
Chrissy for him nicely, making it good for our boyfriend and Chris
smiled and told Mark how great it felt being fucked like that. 

"Yeah...Fuck me...Uh-huh...It feels good, Mark...Good..."

"It's okay?" Mark would ask, because he didn't want to hurt Chris at
all and even with that KY Jelly it was a pretty tight fit.

"It's...Yeah...Okay...Like that...Harder..."

And by then Chris was used to it and he wanted Mark to start fucking
him for real. I watched Mark smile and nod and kiss the nape of
Chrissy's neck through the boy's soft blonde hair, and then his
shoulders and back, sliding his hands down beneath the boy to feel
Chris' nipples dark and hard with excitement in the chilly afternoon
air. Mark would do whatever he could to make Chris feel special and
loved. He'd move his hand down over Chrissy's taut stomach and find
the boy's cock, semi-hard and damp with precum, swinging there between
his slightly spread thighs.

Mark played with Chrissy's cock gently, stroking and fondling him, and
all the while moving his hips, pushing his long thick cock deep inside
Chris' asshole, filling our boyfriend completely. And when he was all
the way inside, when Mark's swollen cockhead touched bottom, finding
Chrissy's tender prostate, Mark would hold them like that, squeezing
Chrissy's cock and kissing his cheeks and lips, breathing in the other
boy's moans.

It was hot watching them like that, making love slowly, like they had
all the time in the world. They never did it fast, not until right at
the end when it was getting close to their orgasms. So for a long
while, for ten minutes at least, maybe even fifteen or twenty
sometimes, it was just a long slow fuck that drove me crazy while I
Jilled my clit hard. I always came when I watched my boyfriends make
love, I swear, I orgasmed without fail. 

I didn't cum every time I made love with them, but when I was
watching, I don't know. It did something for me, something I couldn't
explain or duplicate any other time. I would cum three or four times
easily and I always tried to save the best one, the last one, for when
Mark was cumming. I wanted us to cum together like that and when Chris
would cum, which he did sometimes, then it was seriously cool. Mark
would jack Chris off while they fucked, really wanting to bring Chris
to orgasm when he was close himself. It must have felt really good
feeling Chrissy's ass tightening around his cock when he came, as good
as my pussy maybe, but I'd never asked.

Now they were close, both of them and my last orgasm had rocked me
silly. Chris was smiling at me, his blue eyes dark under the clouds
and half-lidded with lust. He was happy and rolling his hips, fucking
himself back onto Mark's big cock eagerly. I was fingering my pussy,
feeling myself hot and wet inside. My pussy was tight, quivering with
excitement. I was going to cum again and I wanted to hold off because
Mark was fucking Chris hard now.

Mark was barely pulling out, maybe just half his cock or so, and then
thrusting it back inside over and over. He had one arm under Chrissy's
hips, holding the other boy's cock and jerking him off blindly, the
other arm higher, around Chris' chest, pulling him back against his
driving penis. They were entwined, as close together as you could ever
imagine. Chris had his head turned, watching Mark's face now, licking
his lips as he was panting for air. Their skin was flushed pink and
red and little beads of sweat ran down Mark's muscular back. 

He was going to cum, Mark was, and Chris as well, I thought. Both of
them getting closer, just like me and I was using both hands,
wriggling my ass cause I couldn't sit still. I was doing everything I
could to bring myself off and at the same time I desperately wanted to
hold on for just another minute...Thirty more seconds, please...It was a
delightful confusion and I was gasping for air. Nothing was working
right, my heart was stuttering, my lungs aching, my clit buzzing. I
felt broken and happy and then I was there, cumming hard and falling
back so I could lift my butt and squeeze my thighs against my hands.

And somewhere in there Mark was cumming too, stabbing his cock as far
inside our boyfriend as he could, spilling his hot sperm into
Chrissy's tight hot ass even as Chris was shooting his own creamy
spend, spraying it all over Mark's fingers and the comforter beneath
them. They were kissing, sharing the moment while I lay there watching
and shaking, and my pussy burning with spasms of pleasure. They had
each other and I had them and this was just one way all three of could
make love at once.

We had a thousand other ways to do it, that was the best part, and
we'd just started figuring that out. 


end of 03

Chapter Four


"Shoot..." I frowned as I dug through my old purse and I knew it was a
Monday.

"Hey Steph...Hi Stephanie...Hi..."

"Oh, hey guys!" I smiled at three boys walking past; they were
seniors, like seventeen and eighteen years old.

I'd just taken my birth control pill, which I always did first thing
with a bit of bottled water I kept just for that, but I could have
sworn I had some gum in there too. I had an old brown purse that I
kept in my locker just to hold my stuff, you know, pills and gum and
makeup, whatever. I never carried it around, it just stayed in there,
hanging off a little hook in the back. I licked my lips and tasted
Mark's sperm and I'd been burping and tasting him too, so I knew my
breath was kind of...Spermy.

"Morning Steph...What's up Stephanie...Um, Hi Stephanie..." Freshman boys
going past and I smiled at them too. They were ninth graders, like
Jordy, and they were pretty shy usually, but get them together in
giggling little groups and they'd talk to me, or at least say hello.

Everyone said hello to me, or it seemed that way most of the time, and
I didn't mind usually. But I wished I'd had some gum, or at least some
lifesavers or something. Mark gave me a ride to school in the mornings
and usually we fooled around, cause it was hard not to, and this
morning I'd given him a blowjob. I could feel his sperm in my tummy,
and even some on my tongue, but that was probably just my imagination.

"Hey, Steph..." Brittany was there and I'd sort of been expecting her
before this, or Kelly maybe.

"Hi." I smiled and started getting out my book bag.

"Hi...You're going to vote for me right?" 

Brittany looked at me impatiently, dressed in the pleated gold skirt
and tight red knit top of her uniform. Some of us had the colors
reversed, not that it mattered and I wasn't sure why. It looked good
on her, of course, the girl being tall and blonde, and one of the
varsity cheerleaders. Brittany was a senior and kind of in a hurry
too, she had to talk to a lot of people before homeroom started in
about three minutes.

"Uh..." I shrugged.

"Stephanie!" She made a face. "You have to!"

"Yeah, of course I am." I nodded, just to get rid of her.

"Thanks!" Brittany smiled and nodded with me and then she was off to
talk to someone else.

"Hi Stephanie." Todd was walking by, on his way to find Mark probably.
He was a junior and almost seventeen, and sort of cute with red hair
and freckles.

"Hi Todd." I always gave him a nice smile and then I giggled a little
as he almost ran into Kelly, who was coming my way in a hurry.

"Watch out!" Kelly, frowned, but then caught herself and remembered
she had to be nice and put on a big smile. "You're voting for me
right, Todd?"

"Sorry...Uh, yeah, sure Kelly." Todd sort of stumbled away and then
Kelly fell on me.

"Steph! You gotta vote for me, right?" 

Kelly liked to wear her cheerleader outfit too, which looked more than
just good on her since she had auburn hair, green eyes, and some
serious boobs to show off. She was seventeen and a junior and kind of
hyper, I thought.

"Well..." I was closing my locker.

"Well what? Steph!" She stared at me. "You haven't been talking to
Brittany..."

"What no..." I looked shocked. "...You know I'm voting for you." 

"Thanks! I knew you were, Steph!" She smiled and gave my arm a little
squeeze before she was gone, leaving me there shaking my head.

"Hi Stephy." Someone said softly and I forgot about everything else.

"Hey, boyfriend." I smiled like I was born that way, turning around so
I could look at Chris.

"Hi Chris...Hey...Good morning, Chris..." Some freshman girls walked by,
giggling and blushing when Chris looked at them for a second.

"Hi." He said with a smile that was all his, which would give the
fourteen and fifteen year olds something to talk about all day long,
arguing over which one of them he'd been smiling at. 

"You're getting popular." I giggled and Chris actually blushed, he was
so sensitive about that stuff. It made him totally sexy.

"Oh, they just..." He shrugged, but he'd finally come to realize that a
lot of girls really did like him. He just didn't understand it.

"Hey, you got any gum?" I asked him.

"Uhh...I have some hot tamales in my locker." He grinned.

"Hot tamales?" I rolled my eyes, Chris loved those cinnamon candies.

"Why? You have a little breakfast on the way to school?"

"Shush." I grinned and I couldn't help it. "I had a big breakfast."

"You're so bad, Stephy." Chris giggled and he was leaning close,
whispering in my ear.

"Hi Steph..." Rocky O'Dell was passing like an eclipse and he gave Chris
a dirty look as his shadow fell over us. 

He was like 300 pounds and the center on the football team and so he
had some weird thing about protecting Mark, on the field and off. He
was one of the guys always telling Mark what he saw me and Chris
doing, like whispering in the halls between classes. He also wanted to
kick Chrissy's ass, just because I was Mark's girlfriend and in the
world of big dumb farmboys that was how things worked.

"Hi Rocky." I wiggled my fingers at him and he frowned.

"I'm glad he likes you." Chris made a face.

"Rocky likes Mark." I smiled and pressed my lips close to Chris' ear.
"He probably thinks I'm a slut."

"Turns you on, doesn't it?" He whispered back and I giggled. Chris and
Mark both knew what I liked, we didn't have any secrets.

The bell was ringing then and I sighed. "Homeroom."

"Yeah." Chris nodded. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Kay." I pretty much wanted to kiss him, but of course I couldn't. It
sorta sucked being a good girl sometimes.

Homeroom was just twenty minutes of announcements usually, school news
and junk like that, attendance and stuff. It was usually just boring,
but this morning it was a little different anyway, since it was Monday
and more importantly, it was Homecoming Week.

"Okay, settle down..." Mrs. Evans, who usually taught English, was my
homeroom teacher. She was old, like most of the teachers, and sort of
strict, but we got along okay.

"Who are you voting for?" Sandy asked me, whispering it as she leaned
close. 

"I'm not telling." I grinned and I meant it.

"...First thing, we're going to vote for the Homecoming Queen. The
candidates are on the chalkboard, so I'm handing out ballots..." 

Mrs. Evans' ballots were pink stickups and she walked around slapping
them on desks. 

"...Just write down the name of the girl you want to be this year's
Homecoming Queen, and write neatly! Yes, Raymond?"

"Uh, what if we want to vote for someone else?" Ray asked, he was kind
of chubby and one of those kids who always, always had to ask a
question.

"You can vote for someone else, but remember..." Mrs. Evans held up a
finger, the way she liked to. "...Only a junior or senior girl can be
the Queen."

I dug a pen out of my bag, looking at that pink square and feeling not
exactly happy. Two of the girls, Kelly and Brittany were my friends,
sort of, they were cheerleaders anyway and I knew them pretty good. I
really knew all the girls who were running and I liked all of them
just fine, but I knew Kelly and Brittany were hot for it, like any
girl would be, but they were also best friends...Or had been until this
Homecoming thing came along.

I'd told both of them that I'd vote for them, so I was definitely a
liar, but what else could I do? Knowing that though, it was a lot
easier not to vote for either of them. I wrote down Beth Peterson's
name, hiding it carefully cause I knew Sandy would try and peek. Beth
was super nice and one of the real good girls at school, unlike me. I
was an imposter, but not Beth. Plus she was pretty enough to be the
Queen, not beautiful or anything, but she looked nice all the time.
She'd be a good Homecoming Queen, I thought, and it would be better if
Kelly and Brittany both lost, since they both couldn't win.

A minute later Mrs. Evans was coming around with an empty Kleenex box
and I dropped in my carefully folded up vote along with everyone else,
feeling pretty glad that it was almost over with. This Homecoming
thing was pretty crazy and it would be all week long. We had to get
ready for the parade, for the pep rally, for the big football game.
Friday was going to be the worst and I'd be so glad when it was done.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"So..." Angie Stover was my lab partner in biology; talk about a quark
of fate.

"So, what?" I looked at her. 

Angie had kind of short, dirty blonde hair, a cute heart shaped face
and blue eyes. She could have been really pretty, except she wore too
much make-up, and dressed like she just fell out of bed. Loose denim
pants, white ones that rode way down her hips and exposed her tummy,
which was a little fat, like sexy plump maybe, if you're into little
teenage girls with potbellies. Hard boobs like oranges and no bra, her
nipples were plain as day under her blue t-shirt. The only reason
Angie got away with it was cause her dad had been the sheriff for like
the last twenty years and it kind of spoiled her.

She was a bad girl and a seventeen year old junior. Angie had flunked
her biology the year before and so she was making it up this year,
going through it all again, instead of getting a study hall like
everyone else. She didn't care though, or maybe she was just used to
it. She almost liked me anyway, except she thought I was a goody-two-
shoes and liked to tease me sometimes, and I didn't really mind her, I
just wished I had a partner who knew something about biology...Or at
least more about biology than how babies were made. Angie knew all
about that, I was sure. She'd fucked at least six guys that I knew of
for certain, and probably a lot more than that. Her house was the big
make-out spot, if you can believe that, mostly because her mom was
gone someplace and her dad patrolled the county on Friday and Saturday
nights.

"Did you fuck him yet?" Angie wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"What?" I glanced around. "Who?"

"That new guy, Chris! He's so hot..."

"No, we didn't..."

"I bet he's got a big dick." Angie bit her bottom lip.

"I wouldn't know, look can we..."

"You liar, Stephanie!" Angie said that kind of loud, with a laugh, and
other kids were looking at us.

We were doing labs, supposedly dissecting a frog, except I really
didn't want to cut the one open that was lying in the pan in front of
me. It was dead, yeah, but still...It had been alive once. I held the
dissecting knife in one gloved hand and just frowned. We were supposed
to find its spleen or heart or something and take it out.

"I'm not lying." I said. "We're just hanging out, that's all."

"You and two boys?" Angie didn't believe me. "Those two guys could
have any girl they wanted."

"So?" I looked at her then.

"So?" She held out her hands. "Why would they go out with the same
girl?"

"Uhhh..." We still hadn't really come up with a good answer for that one
yet.

"And even if they did, which they are..." Angela giggled. "...Why would
they go out with a virgin like you?"

"Maybe sex isn't a big deal to everyone else." I told her, my voice
more than a little sarcastic.

"Yeah, right." Angela snorted. "And maybe that frog died of a heart
attack...Give me the knife."

"Here..." I moved out of the way and didn't really watch as Angela did
whatever she had to do to get the frog open.

"You might have two boyfriends, Steph..." Angela was saying. "...But
they're fucking somebody."

"Shut-up!" I whispered because Angela was getting people's attention.

"I'm just saying you oughta find out who she is." Angela was looking
down at the frog and I was looking down at my feet.

"How would you know anyway?" I asked.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "There...All done. What? It's just a heart."

I knew she was teasing me, trying to cut my heart out maybe like she'd
done with that frog, but Angie didn't know I was the one doing all the
fucking. But she hadn't just been guessing about my boyfriends either,
or at least I didn't think so. Could she tell somehow? I mean yeah,
guys look different after they have sex, everyone does, and she saw
Mark every morning first thing in homeroom. Was it obvious? Did people
see me all smiling and pink and happy from having sex on the way to
school every morning and know the reason why?

It sort of made me a little paranoid and I didn't like that feeling at
all.


end of 04

Chapter Five


Chris was a cheerleader now, which was seriously cool, and even he had
to agree that it had worked out a lot better than he'd first imagined.
He wasn't a girly cheerleader at all either, mostly he was just in the
background with Jeremy, the other boy, and they'd help us do lifts and
throws and catch us, you know, stuff like that. Chris wasn't out there
dancing or waving pom-poms around, which was what most people thought
of at first. He was hanging out with the twenty four hottest girls in
two counties everyday after school.

It won him a lot of admiration and some small bit of jealousy from the
other boys. It made Chrissy a lot of friends too, which was only
natural really. He was good looking and nice, not stuck-up at all, and
so it was easy for people to like him, much the same way Mark was
popular, and me too, for that matter. Even the idea that I was dating
both Mark and Chris wasn't bad once people got used to it. A few kids
couldn't wrap their little brains around it, like Angie or Rocky,
people like that, but for most of the students, it didn't mean
anything.

People will get used to anything, once the newness wears off.

The hard part for me, and for Mark and Chris, but especially for me,
was being good. When I was just dating Mark it wasn't so bad, I'd only
see him once in awhile between classes and we'd say hi and maybe walk
together a bit down the hallway. Now I had Chris too, and I saw him a
lot, since we were both in tenth grade. It made me seriously horny and
I didn't understand it. Not just for Chris, but for Mark too. I mean
I'd see Chris and really want to kiss him, and then I'd turn a corner
and spy Mark and...Yeah, wow...Like I wanted to kiss him too. Or worse!
Like rape those guys sometimes, it was totally insane!

Some people say familiarity breeds contempt, or whatever, but not for
me, not with my boyfriends. Familiarity was just breeding desperation
and it was an awful tease being that close and not being able to do
anything more than smile and say hi and maybe walk close enough for a
minute or two just so I could smell them, or brush my hips with
theirs. They wanted more too; I could tell from the way they looked at
me, it was in their eyes, the both of them. It wasn't just sex, it was
being in love. Life seemed like it was never going to be long enough
for us to be together as much as we needed to. You know what I mean?

Lunchtime was really hard, because I would sit with my friends on one
side of the cafeteria and Chris would sit with his new buddies on the
other side. We always faced each other, but we were so far away. We'd
just look at each other and pretend like we were listening to whomever
was talking, but mostly Chris and I were just talking to each other,
like silently. We had entire conversations just with our eyes and our
smiles, and the little gestures we made across that crowded lunchroom.
"God, you never listen to me anymore!" Sandy said and I sort of
blinked at her because I'd been looking at Chris.

"What?" I asked sheepishly and everyone sort of laughed at me.

We were sitting with a bunch of other girls, all fifteen and sixteen,
the usual suspects and mostly good girls like me. They complained
about not having boyfriends, or how their boyfriends were never the
boys they really wanted, stuff like that. At other tables sat other
girls, like all the bad girls kind of congregated together in the
corner, because they wanted to have their secrets. Most of the
cheerleaders sat together in the center of the cafeteria, because they
wanted the attention. I just sat with the kids I'd grown up with, but
some of the other cheerleaders got on me for that. I guess wherever
you get more than a dozen people together, they have to form their
little clubs.

I hated that stuff, really, but it was one of the reasons I had a lot
of friends. It wasn't like a plan or anything either, it was just the
way I was, that's all. I sat with different kids every day, except
Sandy, we always sat next to each other because we were best friends,
but the other girls, it didn't matter really, I'd smile and laugh and
talk with any of them and I don't want to sound conceited or anything,
but they liked that, it made them feel good. I was the local beauty
queen, the quarterback's girlfriend, and a cheerleader, and whatever.
It sounds silly, but it all meant something to other people.

"I asked if you were going to Amanda's Homecoming party." Sandy
repeated.

"Oh." I shrugged and smiled and I really didn't know. "Uh, whatever
Mark wants to do. I think he wants to go to Kyle's party."

There were like four parties going on Friday night, after the
Homecoming football game. The Homecoming dance was on Saturday night.
Amanda always had parties, she didn't even need a reason, but when one
came along, she was really happy. Kyle was one of the football
players, a linebacker and co-captain with Mark. There'd be a lot of
beer at his party; all the football players were going, as well as all
the cheerleaders, since we were all dating football players. That
meant most everyone else would show up too, since everyone wanted to
be where the so-called 'cool' people were.

"Is Chris going with you guys?" Carol asked, she was fifteen and tall
with short red hair. I loved her hair, it was feathered and I don't
know how she did it like that.

"Yeah." I said. "Of course he is."

"That would be so cool, going out with two boys." Vicky sort of
sighed. She was a little chubby and pretty quiet usually, the kind of
girl a cheerleader was supposed to ignore, if you believed that stuff.

"Yeah, it is." I smiled at her. "Except they like to tease me."

"They do?" Vicky didn't believe me; she probably figured a girl like
me had never been teased in her life.

"Oh yeah." I nodded seriously and of course the girls wanted to know
everything because most of them didn't even have one boyfriend, at
least not a serious one.

"Do they, um....I mean do you, kiss them?" Jane was asking me and she
was cute, a smallish blonde girl. "And stuff?"

"Well, we kiss, yeah." I nodded. "But not like, you know, and stuff."
I giggled and lied because everyone thought I was a virgin, even Sandy
didn't know I'd gone all the way, but she suspected sometimes. She
knew me pretty good.

"I can't believe they don't get mad at each other." Lori was shaking
her head, she was sort of Todd's girlfriend and Todd was Mark's best
friend.

"They don't." I shrugged. "They're just friends now."

"My boyfriend gets mad if another guy just looks at me." Another girl,
Theresa, was saying. 

"I just wish I had a boyfriend." Sandy made a face at me and I thought
I knew what she wanted.

Sandy was my best friend and so she kind of figured I should introduce
her to Chris, or something. She hadn't come out and just said it, but
she hinted about stuff, you know. Like maybe she could hang out with
me and my two boyfriends, especially Chris. She knew me and Mark were
in love, but Chris was new. If all four of us were together and I kind
of let Chris know it was okay, and then he'd like Sandy and then...There
was no way. But that was what she wanted, or what she expected maybe.
Why should I have two boyfriends when my best friend didn't even have
one?

I didn't have an answer for that, but it made me kind of sad. Chris
might like her, I didn't know, but he and I were in love too, so it
wasn't going to happen. I was a good girl, but I was pretty selfish
too and as much as I loved Sandy like my own sister, I couldn't do
what she wanted. It sort of drove us further apart too. I mean ever
since I'd started dating Mark I'd seen less and less of Sandy, and now
that I had Chris too, we really didn't spend much time together at all
anymore. That made me sad too and I didn't know what to do about it.

I wished Sandy would just get a boyfriend, it wasn't like she
couldn't. She was sixteen and pretty with long straight blonde hair,
really fine hair and almost white in the summer, but in winter it
would get some gold color to it. Sandy had green eyes and sort of an
oval face, one of those really open faces, like you could see
everything she was feeling on it. A nice smile, a nice body with small
boobs maybe, but a nice butt and long legs. She was almost as tall as
I was and a lot of guys liked her. 

Sandy could have had a boyfriend in an instant, if she just didn't
want one of mine. I didn't know why she was so picky. She went out a
couple times, with a couple different guys after her sixteenth
birthday, that was like the magic number for parents around there. But
they were always just one date and then Sandy would tell me it didn't
work, for whatever reason. One guy had tried to kiss her right away,
or another guy had acted stupid, you know. So ever since school
started Sandy had been trying to stay close to me, especially once I
started going out with Chris, and...Yeah. It sucked.

I was thinking I'd have to find her a boyfriend.


end of 05

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