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Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart

Part 05


Derek and Elsa were from Germany, which was way cool cause I'd never
met anyone from much farther away than Albany before. They were cool
too, like real bohemians kind of, doing whatever they wanted and just
traveling around for a year or so before they had to go back home and
start college. To hear them talk, it seemed like a lot of kids did
that over there in Europe. Maybe a lot of people did it in the States
too, but I didn't know of any personally, not like them.

Derek wasn't tall, but Elsa was. She was even taller than me, but only
by an inch or so, and thin with bony wrists and hips. She had blonde
hair, like white gold, and it was naturally curly, kind of frizzy
actually, and she just pulled it back into a short ponytail mostly.
Elsa was cute, mostly because of her smile and she had deep dimples
and high cheeks. When she smiled it was like her face just changed
suddenly, as if she'd taken off a mask and you could see the real
Elsa, who probably should have been like six years old her whole life.
That's what she seemed like to me anyway, a little girl who got stuck
in a big girl's body.

Elsa's boyfriend, Derek, was kind of small actually, not a midget or
anything, but just...Small. He couldn't have been much taller than five
feet and he had darker hair, mostly brown, but with blonde in it too
and I didn't know if he dyed it like that, or if his hair just
couldn't decide what it was supposed to be. He looked kinda scruffy,
like he was in a rush or something, you know? Maybe he woke up late
and didn't have time to comb his hair or shave or anything. He had
kind of a beard, but not really. Just a long growth of hair on his jaw
and upper lip. Probably he trimmed it like that cause it never seemed
to get any longer or shorter. I thought he was pretty cute, actually.
He looked like a lost puppy and Derek was always laughing about
something. He made me giggle constantly.

We'd met them the day after we'd arrived at the hostel and their room
was right next to ours. Elsa made a lot of noise when they had sex and
I'd been a little embarrassed about it the first time I'd happen to
bump into them, all of us leaving our rooms at the same time. Derek
had just grinned at us though and given Mark a thumbs up, which was
momentarily confusing until I realized our neighbors had probably
heard us having sex too. It wasn't like the place had real thick walls
or anything. We'd ended up sitting outside, on this little veranda
overlooking an alley in the back, drinking some wine that Derek had
bought and it was pretty fun. Just about one glass was enough to make
me laugh at anything and we'd all had a lot more than just one.

That was how we met our German friends and we'd been hanging out with
them on and off for the last three days, mostly at night, and Derek
and Elsa sure liked their wine. I pretty much stuck with apple juice
after that first night; I hadn't felt too good the next morning. We
all liked each other, but Chris got along with Derek and Elsa
especially well, mostly because they liked the same books. I'd never
read a whole lot, even though I liked reading okay, and Mark wouldn't
read a book unless you glued one to his face. Chris loved to read
though and I felt a little bad realizing how much Chris wanted to
share that with someone and he hadn't been able to with me or Mark. It
made me a little jealous too, you know? Just because he would get so
excited talking with Derek about something, and Elsa too, except she
would talk in German mostly and Derek had to translate.

They made us feel kind of dumb actually, Mark and me, but not on
purpose. I just wished I knew enough to say something without being
afraid I'd sound like an idiot. Mark too, I thought, and we'd kind of
sit there and smile and enjoy Chrissy's pleasure at discussing people
I never heard of before, like Bertolt Brecht. Who's he? They skipped
that guy in my English classes. Derek gave Chris a little book called
'The Three Penny Opera' and Chris was so excited he spent most of the
night reading it to me and Mark while we were laying in our bed. Mark
fell asleep and I just really liked cuddling up with Chris and
listening to him read. I couldn't tell you what the story was about,
but Chris enjoyed it and I enjoyed him.

Anyway, it was pretty obvious that Elsa liked Chris a lot, Derek did
too, but Elsa wasn't hiding her desires and I was surprised by how
little that bothered me. She'd say things to him, in German and while
we didn't know what she was saying, the tone of her voice made it
pretty obvious, and Derek would laugh and refuse to translate for us.
It was a serious tease and Chris was really self-conscious at first,
but Mark and I just pretended not to notice mostly, and I even tried
to encourage him. Elsa and Derek had both enjoyed that and they knew
we were in love, the same way they were with each other.

Derek liked to give me a lot of attention too. Even as I sat close to
Mark or Chris, being wrapped in my boyfriend's arms, the German would
smile and tease me with sexual innuendo. Being a little drunk made it
all okay somehow and I was looking forward to the night when we'd
finally push it to the obvious conclusion. The only question was if it
would happen before our new friends left for Canada. They were
planning on leaving in just a couple days and I think we'd all miss
them as Derek and Elsa were our only real friends in the City.

It was late when Mark knocked on the door, at least by what we were
accustomed to. Sleeping in until eight on a Sunday morning was pretty
unheard of in our families. But now that we were away from home, by
the time we'd finished with our fun and games, in bed and out, it was
almost eleven o'clock. This running away business was seriously
spoiling me.

"It is the dirty girl!" Derek opened his door wide and I blushed,
smiling back at him.

"Hi Derek," I echoed Mark and the German stood aside to let us into
the room he and Elsa shared.

"Did it hurt?" Chris was asking Elsa and they were sitting on her
unmade bed. I was a little surprised to see the girl had pulled her t-
shirt above her smallish breasts and I kinda stared for a second.

"Hurt?" Elsa smiled. "Nein...No...Is goot, ya?"

"What are you guys doing?" Mark walked over, probably just so he could
get a better view of Elsa's boobs, I figured.

"Check it out, her nipples are pierced," Chris grinned at Mark and
then nodded to Elsa. "Yeah, it looks real good. Very pretty."

"Pretty!" Elsa was licking her lips and making all kinds of eyes at my
boyfriend and I didn't mind.

"You sit down, Stephanie," Derek was holding my arm gently and he
always liked to touch me. I didn't mind that either. "You want to ride
the horses today?

It always took me a few seconds to decipher what Derek said, even
though his English was pretty good. It sounded like he asked, "Oo vant
to rid ze horsies today?" and it made me giggle a little.

"Yeah, I do," I agreed quickly and I was sitting in the only chair in
the room while Derek knelt in front of me, digging through his big
backpack.

"I know the place," he told me. "In Central Park, but it is expensive.
It costs a lot of money to ride the horses."

"I don't care," I shrugged. "As long as they take a credit card."

Derek was digging through some brochures, a lot of them, fanned out
like a thick, awkward, and odd sized deck of cards. He was looking for
one in particular, the one that had information about renting horses
in Central Park and he grinned when he found it, putting the others
away and then opening it so he could spread it out over my thighs like
a small map.

"Oh yes," he nodded and he was very serious about it, which was always
funny. "Credit card is good."

On the bed Mark and Chris were both fondling Elsa's tits and I glanced
over at them, shaking my head as the girl giggled and my boyfriends
just smiled at each other.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked, just to see if it was even
possible to distract them.

"Huh?" Mark looked at me and then Chris turned his head as well.

"Oh, uh, Elsa said it was okay," Chris actually turned a little pink
and I laughed at him.

"I bet she did," I nodded.

"You like to do that?" Derek asked me, sitting literally at my feet
with his hands on my knees, and I wasn't sure what he meant.

"What? Feel Elsa's, uh...Boobs?" I blinked at the man and he laughed.

"No, no...How to say, uh...Poke the holes, you see?" He was trying to find
the right words, but I wasn't sure there were any.

"Oh, pierce my nipples?" I shook my head. "No, I like my nipples just
like they are."

"They are nice, ya?" Derek was staring at my chest and all I was
wearing was that tight pink sweater.

"Really nice," I giggled. "You should see them sometime."

"Now?" Derek asked and I rolled my eyes.

"No, not now! Tonight, okay?" I tilted my head. "We have to ride the
horses now."

"Tonight?" Derek licked his lips and I giggled cause he was smiling.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Or this afternoon, I don't know."

"Good! Ya, we have a date!" He was happy enough and he started talking
rapidly in German and Elsa squealed, which only confused all of us.

"What did you say to him?" Mark looked at me.

"Uh..." I shrugged. "...I said he could see my tits later."

"Heh," Chris gave me sort of a disbelieving look, but Elsa had pulled
him back to her breasts, pressing her own hands over my boyfriend's so
that they could massage her body together. She was seriously into
having her tits played with. Or Elsa was seriously into Chris, I
should say.

"See? This is the place..." Derek was talking to me, drawing his finger
over the brochure, the cartoon like map of Central park as it sat on
my legs.

Derek's left hand was sliding back and forth along my right thigh,
while I could feel his right hand moving across the glossy paper and
he was so cute, that small foreign man, smiling up at me and talking
in his guttural accented English. Mark had come over, bending behind
me, his hands on my shoulders and it hadn't made Derek uncomfortable
in his teasing at all.

We had to get going, I thought, because any second Elsa and Chris were
going to start making out and then we'd all be doing it, probably. I
could feel it in the air, like static electricity building up, making
the short thin hair on the back of neck stand up and I felt my heart
going a little quicker. It was fun, feeling that sense of
anticipation, knowing what was going to happen and feeling out of
control. Derek was going to kiss me soon, Mark watching and holding
me, and after that...

"We have to get going," I decided. "We have to go riding."

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

It was a nice day outside, early autumn in New York, and getting to
Central Park was pretty easy, especially since Derek and Elsa had
already been there. We just followed them, not going really fast as we
walked the narrow winding streets of Greenwich Village towards a
subway station. It was going to be a short rude up to Central Park,
since that was in Manhatten too, and it might have been a nice walk,
but probably a long one too. The place was kind of big, even though it
seemed small and claustrophobic the way everything was crowded
together.

I walked with Mark and Derek, holding their hands while Chris and Elsa
followed behind us. She just wasn't letting go of my boyfriend and
I'll admit to just a little jealousy, but only because I was having
fun experiencing the city and I wanted to share it with him. Derek was
great though, talking non-stop and making me laugh, Mark too as we
asked Derek what Germany was like and how it was different in Europe
than it was here. I kind of wished I could go there because he made
all the places he'd been sound so exciting, like Berlin and Paris and
Amsterdam. They all seemed pretty great the way Derek described them.

I'd never thought about traveling before, being content to stay home
for the most part and be a small town girl in the country. But there
was something  intoxicating about being a part of the whole world,
cause that's what it felt like. Sometimes it was like we weren't even
in the United States anymore, we'd see a shop or a restaurant, and all
the signs would be written in some other language and they'd be
selling food or items that I didn't recognize. People would walk past
us, or we'd walk by them, talking in some language that I could only
guess at. Wearing clothes that I'd only seen on television or
magazines. It felt very much like going to a huge carnival and I loved
it.

Finally, on the subway, I managed to insinuate myself between Elsa and
Chris. It was crowded, standing room only on that little train, which
seemed strange cause it was a Sunday, but I guess everyone wanted to
go to Central Park or something. It made sense though, since it was
such a nice day and so far as I could tell, that was about the only
place that actually had some trees. The brochure had made it look
pretty nice anyway, plus there were a lot of museums and stuff all
around it and so I could understand why everyone would want to go
there. It made me realize how little I'd appreciated living in
Iroquois County, where I could walk out my back door and lie down
under a big oak tree anytime I felt like it.

I sorta missed that tree...And everything else, but I didn't dwell on
it. I never had the sense that any of this was permanent in any way.
Even the night we'd gotten on the bus, when I'd been scared and
confused and trying my best not to show it, part of me knew that I'd
be back. This was just a vacation, a romantic getaway for me and my
two boyfriends, and I needed to enjoy it as much as I could. I wanted
to see and do everything, you know? I'd have so much to answer for
when I got home. My parents would be happy and relieved and totally
mad at me, I knew that, and my dad would ground me forever. So I
really had to make this time count! I was in New York City with Mark
and Chris, and...God, I was so in love with everything right then.
Everything and everyone; like I was gonna burst open with all of it.

"What do you think?" I asked Chris softly, looking almost level into
his beautiful blue eyes as I stood close, pressing my body to his with
my arms around his neck.

"I think I want to stay here forever," he smiled and his hands were on
my hips, squeezing me.

Derek and Elsa were standing close to the doors, looking out the
window and talking. Mark was behind me, sandwiching me between my two
boyfriends nicely as the subway swayed noisily along the tracks. He
was the one holding Chris and me up.

"The place is like a circus," Mark said. "All it needs is some
elephants."

I laughed at that. "There's a zoo at the park," I looked over my
shoulder, smiling up at Mark. "They probably got a couple."

"Too bad the Yankees aren't playing, that would be fun," Mark sighed
and I didn't think he was impressed with the city as much as Chris and
I were.

"Yeah, Yankee Stadium," Chris nodded. "That would be great."

"Baseball?" I rolled my eyes. "Next time we runaway we'll do it in the
summer, okay?"

"There's gonna be a next time?" Chris giggled and I had to kiss him
for that. I loved the sound.

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

The Claremont Riding Academy was the place to get horses in Central
Park, except they didn't really have any for rent. It used to be a
riding school, until a couple years ago, now it was just a livery and
stable for rich people, cause apparently you had to be rich to have a
horse in the middle of New York City. The good news was that even rich
people couldn't ride their horses all the time and so the rest of the
time they rented their horses out, at least some of them did. The bad
news was that you needed to make a reservation like a year in advance
or something. There were like ten million people in New York and so I
guess it made sense that a lot of people would want to go riding on a
beautiful autumn Sunday.

I know I did.

"I'm sorry honey, we're just booked solid." A woman was looking at her
computer screen and shaking her head. She was kind of old and very
nice, but she couldn't do anything about it.

I was leaning on the counter, frowning and holding my chin in my
palms, propped up on my elbows like it was the end of the world. I
kinda bounced my right toe off the floor behind me and Mark was right
next to me, standing up straight. Chris to my left, his hand rubbing
my back and I knew my boyfriends felt bad about it, not cause they
wanted to ride, but because they knew I did.

"If you want to wait, I suppose someone might cancel," the woman said,
but her voice made it sound like that didn't happen too awfully often.

"Okay," I nodded sadly, and then remembered my manners and thanked her
before walking back outside.

I could smell all the horses, and the straw and the alfalfa they fed
them. I heard them too, and watched as people rode past us, adults and
children all smiling and happy. Some of them knew what they were
doing; some of them looked like they'd never sat on a horse before in
their lives. A lot of them were dressed like English nobles out for a
fox hunt or something. That was weird and I shook my head at them.

I didn't know why it was so important to me to go riding, but it was.
Maybe cause it was a little piece of home, you know? It wouldn't be
the same as riding out to Talbot Pond on Carmy, but still, not being
able to ride at all was making me really homesick.

Derek and Elsa had gone off for a walk, going to the zoo or something.
They weren't interested in riding and I wondered if they had horses in
Germany. I guessed they must have, but I'd never heard of any Germans
famous for riding horses. I'd never even heard of a German breed of
horse, but that didn't mean anything. I'd never heard of a lot of
stuff, I was sure. My mind was wandering. Chris and Mark sat with me
for a bit, but I wasn't much for talking and they weren't able to
cheer me up, so they decided to go find us something to eat, some
hotdogs maybe, since there were venders all over.

That just reminded me of home too. Not hotdog venders, but food, just
because my mom, like Mark's, always seemed to think that eating was
the best cure for sadness. Like if something was bothering you and you
couldn't do anything else about it, well...Eat something. It won't fix
the problem, but at least you'd have something to do. I know it
doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's true just the same and so Mark's
first instinct, after giving me some hugs and comfort, was to find me
something to eat. I missed my mom.

"What? No, I'm here already. Where are you?" a girl sat down on the
bench next to me, talking into a celphone. "What are you doing there?
Sailing? You said you'd go riding with me!"

The woman was older than me, but not old at all, maybe twenty or
something and dressed in her English gentry riding costume. I kind of
watched her from the corner of my eyes, not wanting to stare or
anything while she was busy being unhappy. Someone was standing her
up, from what I could tell.

"You promised me!" she was saying, crossing her legs and tapping a
foot impatiently.

She wore dark pants, so smooth I couldn't see any seams or anything,
not even buttons or a zipper on the front, although I didn't look
really close or anything, but you know. They were tucked into some
high black boots, gleaming leather and someone had spent some time
shining them up. The woman wore a blouse under a tight jacket, dark
like her pants with three silver buttons to close it. She had a funny
little hat too, with her brown hair pinned up beneath it.

"I hope you get seasick!" she finally said and turned off her phone.
"Bitch."

We kind of sat there for a few seconds and I could see Chris and Mark
a ways off down one of the wide paths. They were buying hotdogs from
one of the venders who had a big cart and a brightly covered umbrella.
I kind of wished they'd hurry up just because I felt sort of self-
conscious sitting next to this woman after listening to her
conversation.

"Sorry about that," she said, surprising me with her smile and I just
blinked at her for a second before my brain kicked in.

"Oh, yeah," I shrugged, not knowing what I was supposed to say.

"I was waiting for my girlfriend," she told me. "But some guy asked
her if she wanted to go sailing."

"Hmmm..." I nodded and gave her what I hoped was a sympathetic smile.

"I'm Reggie," she said, offering me her hand.

"Reggie?" I wondered about that. "I'm Stephanie."

"Well, my name's Regina, but I hate that name," she explained.
"Stephanie is nice though. You look like a Stephanie."

"I do?" I laughed a little nervously, wondering why she was talking so
much. Most of the people I'd seen in the city had pretty much stuck to
themselves.

"Oh yeah." She was holding my hand, not really letting it go and her
fingers were warm and dry.

"Okay," I said. "That's good, right?"

"Really good," Reggie agreed and then she let me go. "I go to
Columbia. Journalism. How about you?"

"Uh, I don't know," I giggled and her brown eyes were staring right at
me. "I'm sorta on vacation."

"Cool!" Reggie grinned. "My mom wanted me to go to Radcliffe, you
know, but daddy is a Yaley, so..."

"Right," I had no idea what she was talking about.

"...It wasn't like I was ever going to make them happy!" Reggie laughed
lightly. "I figured you for Juilliard or something."

"Juilliard?" I wondered.

"Yeah, performing arts? Music or acting or something," she said. "You
look like one of those people."

"I do?" I giggled wondering who 'those people' were.

"You're amazingly pretty," Reggie smiled at me.

"Oh, um...Thanks," I smiled back and this was getting a little weird.
Amazingly?

"Do you like to ride?" she asked with a little gesture towards the
stables and I nodded.

"Yeah, that's why we're here," I said. "We wanted to get some horses
but they're all booked up. They got us on a waiting list."

"Oh, you're here with someone?" Reggie asked.

"My boyfriends," I smiled. "Chris and Mark."

"I see, hmmm..." Reggie shrugged at that. "...I was gonna say you could
ride with me if you want. Maybe we could get a little lunch
afterwards. I know a great little place up in Soho."

"Oh, uh..." I wasn't sure about that idea.

"We could hit some art galleries too," Reggie was kind of excited it
seemed to me. "Make a day out of it? Just me and you?"

The way she was looking at me, the tone of her voice when Reggie said
that, was a big clue. The way her left hand reached out to touch my
right knee was an even bigger one though. This girl was hitting on me,
pretty hard too, although I wasn't really experienced with that sort
of thing. It was just totally strange that this young woman was trying
to pick me up, you know? I guessed her girlfriend on the phone was her
real girlfriend, in the full sense of the word, and maybe Reggie just
really wanted to rebound quick.

"That sounds nice," I smiled, "but I really can't leave my boyfriends,
you know?"

"Yeah, sure," Reggie nodded and her hand was still on my leg, which
was making my face a little warm. I didn't know what to do about it
though and she was kind of stroking me through my jeans.

"Thanks for the offer though," I said sincerely. "We'll just hang out
here for awhile and see if anybody cancels."

"Okay, yeah," Reggie said and then she kind of shrugged. "They could
ride with us, maybe. We have three horses, so..."

"You have three?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have two sisters and we all got horses for our fifteenth
birthdays," Reggie made a face. "So if your friends don't mind
sharing, or whatever...We can ride together."

"Oh, um, no," I shook my head, even though I really wanted to ride.
"We couldn't ask you for that."

"No," she gave my thigh a little squeeze. "It's no problem, Stephanie.
Nobody else is going to ride them."

"Um..." I sucked my bottom lip, wondering just what this girl might
expect in return for such a great favor.

"And I hate riding alone," Reggie said. "It's better with a friend,
right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "You sure it's okay? I mean if my boyfriends come
along and everything?"

"Of course," she smiled. "It'll be fun."

"Alright, that's...Great," I decided and if all I had to do was let this
other girl touch my leg a little, I could deal with it.

Reggie seemed nice enough anyway and she was kind of cute too, Mark
and Chris would probably like her okay. She was smaller than I was,
heavier too, but not fat or anything. Just kind of solid and I knew a
lot of girls like that back home. I wondered if Reggie was a total
lesbian or just sorta bisexual, or what. It didn't really matter
though, it wasn't like we were gonna fool around with the girl and I
definitely wasn't going to go on any dates or whatever with her.

"Hey! Guess what!" I grinned at my boyfriends and Reggie let go of my
leg finally. "We're going riding!"

"Cool," Chris smiled and he was eating a pretzel with mustard on it.

"You found a horse?" Mark asked me and he was handing me a hotdog with
a bunch of stuff on it. "I got you some sauerkraut. Since you're into
German's and all now."

"What? Heh! No, listen...I found us some horses," I smiled and looked
at Reggie. "This Mark and Chris, my boyfriends. This is Reggie, she's
going to let us borrow a couple of her horses."

"Reggie, okay, nice to meet you," Chris said and I crooked my finger
at him. "What?"

"You got mustard on your chin," I laughed at him and wiped it away
with my finger, sucking it clean.

"Hi Reggie," Mark smiled at the girl. "Thanks. Steph doesn't know what
to do with herself if she can't ride."

"Oh be nice!" I rolled my eyes. "It's sort of a custom for us," I
explained to Reggie, "riding every Sunday."

"I'm just glad I can help," Reggie smiled at all of us, but mostly she
just kept her eyes on me and it was so weird seeing a girl ignore Mark
and Chris like that. Reggie wasn't even close to being bisexual, I
realized, but she was nice and friendly, so it was cool.



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