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Subject: {ASSM} Bi High 3 ch.8 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen)
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Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart

Part 08


It was cold and rainy the next day and we didn't feel like doing much
of anything anyway. We'd spent most of the night previously having sex
with Derek and Elsa. It had been pretty cool too, except our German
friends had bought more wine after dinner. It was good and it had
loosened us all up, but the next day I was feeling it.

"I'm never going to drink again," I promised. "Never."

"Hmmmm?" Mark sighed sleepily and I was on the other side of Chris who
was between us and snoring like a little piglet.

"My head hurts," I said.

"There's some aspirin in one of the bags," Mark offered, stretching a
bit and turning on his side. He opened one brown eye and smiled at me
over Chrissy's impossible tangle of blonde hair.

"I don't want to move," I said.

"Me neither," Mark agreed and after a minute or so, "Did you have fun
last night?"

"Yeah," I said behind closed eyes and then smiled. "A lot of fun.
You?"

"Yeah," Mark was smiling too; I could hear it.

"It's weird having sex with other people though, isn't it?" I asked
him.

"A little, I guess," Mark agreed. "It was kinda strange seeing you and
Derek doing it."

"Yeah," I nodded slowly. "I don't think I wanna do it with anyone else
again."

"You don't?" Mark sounded a little surprised.

"No," I decided. "Once was enough. I just want you and Chris."

"Okay," Mark said.

"But if you guys want to, you know," I opened my eyes again, looking
at him. "I'm not going to be mad or anything."

"No, you're right," Mark said. "It was fun to try it, but it wasn't
the same as with you and Chris."

"Yeah," I smiled, really glad that Mark agreed with me. "I can't wait
until I turn eighteen."

"You can't?" Mark smiled at me. "Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna marry you guys," I said. "Well, one of you, but both
of you really, right?"

"Yeah," Mark said.

"And you're gonna marry us too, me and Chrissy," I told him. "We'll
find a place and have a family."

"We still have a lot of work to do before we can do that," Mark said
gently and I nodded.

"I know," I sighed. "I just like thinking about it."

"Land's expensive," Mark said. "My folks think I should go to school
and..."

"Yeah," I bit my lip and then giggled. "Chris doesn't know anything
about farming, does he?"

"No," Mark laughed. "Not much."

"He's smart though," I looked at our sleeping boyfriend and my heart
was aching. "He wants to learn."

"He'll be alright," Mark agreed. "We just have to be patient. I'll be
done with college a year after you guys are done with high school
anyway. Our folks will help us out."

"I know," I said. "I just feel like I've been waiting forever and
there's always one more thing, you know?"

"Yeah," Mark was brushing Chrissy's hair out of the sleeping boy's
face, slowly and gently. "We'll get there though, all three of us. I
promise."

"Hmmm," I sighed, smiling and just watching as Mark touched Chris and
I loved them both so much that it almost hurt.

"I'm gonna call home later," Mark decided after we'd been quiet for
awhile. "See what's going on back there."

"I hope we can go home soon," I said. "I'm gonna be in a lot of
trouble, but I miss it."

"You'll be okay," Mark told me. "Your dad might kill me, but you'll be
fine."

"Heh," I stuck my tongue out. "My dad likes you a lot. He's just not
going to understand why we were having sex already."

"He's gonna wonder about Chris too," Mark said. "Everyone is gonna
know about us."

"You think so?" I frowned at that. "We got a lot of friends though,
right?"

"I guess we'll find out," Mark said. "It's not going to change how I
feel, I know that."

"Yeah," I smiled. "I know."

It was kind of a heavy thought though, if everyone in the county knew
about Mark and Chris being lovers. Some people wouldn't understand it
at all probably. Some wouldn't care and most would just try and ignore
it, I imagined. The idea that I was sleeping with both of them would
be some real news too. Everyone always assumed that Mark was going to
marry me someday. We were meant for each other; we knew it and so did
everyone else, so adding Chris into the mix was going to raise some
eyebrows. A girl in Iroquois just didn't have two boyfriends at the
same time and Mark and Chris being in love, a romantic threesome? That
was going to pop some tops, as my grandpa used to say.

We could very well end up looking for a farm someplace else entirely.
Iowa maybe, or Kansas. I started falling asleep again and I was having
all sorts of weird thoughts, seeing all of our possible futures and
some of them were happy, but some of them weren't. God, I hated
waiting for stuff. Good news or bad, I'd just as soon get it right
away, you know? I'd call home too, I decided, just because I was
suddenly missing my parents a lot. It hadn't been so bad being away
from home as I'd thought it would be, just cause Mark and Chris were
taking such good care of me, but that didn't mean it was easy either.

When I woke up my boyfriends were already up and gone someplace. I was
alone in the bed, alone in the room and I wondered where they'd gone.
I sorta figured it out when I realized all my clothes were missing. I
went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. We'd
taken a shower before going to bed at like four in the morning or
whatever time it had been. I'd been a total mess cause we'd been
having like porn star sex or something. The guys fucked us, me and
Elsa, just about any way we could imagine, but there was like a rule
that when they came it had to be on our faces.

That had been so weird. I hated to imagine what Derek and Elsa's room
looked like. Three boys and two girls having sex all night? That place
had gotten trashed. I'd gotten trashed and I looked at myself in the
mirror kind of laughing at myself, but wondering what I was doing too.
I was sixteen. A beauty queen and the homecoming queen and the goodest
little girl in the county. Everyone thought I was a virgin and
innocent, and I stared into my eyes and tried to understand how all
that had changed.

It was kinda sad, but I couldn't tell you why. Homesickness, I guess.
I wanted it to be like it had been before. I didn't want to live in
that crappy little room and get drunk and have sex just because I
didn't have anything better to do. That's what it felt like right
then, standing in the bathroom, and I didn't think I looked very
pretty at all. Mark and Chris shouldn't have let me do that stuff.
They should be watching me better, I thought. But that wasn't fair
either and I was only mad at them for a second. I was really confused.

"Lucy, I'm home!" Mark was coming through the door, carrying some food
for me, a sandwich and chips and a soda from a small deli that was
nearby.

"Hi," I smiled, wanting to be in a good mood. I'd already taken three
aspirins and that had helped. "Now I can get dressed."

"Yeah, you can," Chris was coming in too, carrying a couple plastic
bags with our clothes folded up in them. The boys had been doing
laundry, which was nice of them.

I let them kiss me and then I was eating, still wrapped in my sheet,
cause I was pretty hungry. "We really need a kitchen," I sighed.
Eating food from vendors and delicatessens and little restaurants that
specialized in Korean or Indian or Thai really wasn't that great for
any of us. I missed my mom's cooking a lot.

"Derek and Elsa are packing," Chris said, sitting down on the bed next
to me.

"They are?" I looked at Mark and he was nodding. "I thought they
weren't leaving until tomorrow or something."

"Today, I guess," Chris stole one of my potato chips.

"Must be why they wanted to have the big party last night," Mark
grinned. "I'm gonna miss those guys."

"Gonna miss Elsa, yeah," Chris laughed. "That girl's crazy."

"So's Derek," I giggled. "Shoot. That kinda sucks."

"Yeah," Mark shrugged and we were quiet for a minute or two, thinking
about how our only real friends in the city were leaving.

"We gotta decide what we're doing too," Chris reminded us. "Rent's due
today."

"I know," Mark sat down in the chair and we'd only paid through the
night before, technically we were supposed to be packing too, or else
paying for another night.

"Did you call home already?" I asked Mark. "Hey, grab my pills there,
would ya?"

"Yeah," Mark said and he reached for the little table, like a
nightstand really, where a lot of our junk was scattered about. He
found my birth control pills and tossed them to me.

"So?" I asked. "What's going on? Can we go home?"

"Not yet," Mark sighed. "See the sheriff put out that warrant for us
and so a judge has to look at the evidence or something and decide if
it's valid or not. I don't know; it's a lot of legal stuff."

"There's some guy from the state police doing an investigation," Chris
added. "It just takes time, that's all."

"Did they tell him I was raped?" I asked, not liking that news very
much at all.

"Yeah, they told him everything we said," Mark looked unhappy too.
"But we ran away, so it kinda looks bad, you know? We didn't make it
really easy."

"So we shoulda stayed?" I looked down and I wasn't really hungry
anymore.

"Maybe," Mark said. "I don't know."

"I shoulda just let him do it," I said. "I shoulda just let Georgie
fuck me and not said anything. It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Chris put his arm around me. "Don't say that,
okay? Don't ever say that."

"I'm sorry," I had my eyes shut tight and I didn't want to cry, but it
was coming.

"You don't have to be sorry either," Chris was kissing me, holding me
with both arms now. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"We're going to have to go back in a couple days anyway," Mark said.
"The state police guy needs to talk to us. Maybe that judge too. As
soon as my dad makes sure we're not going straight to jail we can go
home."

"Yeah, couple more days," Chris told me. "We'll be okay, right?"

"Okay," I wiped my face on his shirt, wanting to be brave and strong
like they were. "Yeah, a couple days. I can do it."

About then there was a knocking on the door and I forced myself to
cheer up, to find a smile and stop this senseless worrying. It wasn't
doing any of us any good, I knew that, and I was tougher than this. I
didn't want Derek and Elsa to see me sad before they left. They'd been
good to us, friends when we really needed some, and I wanted them to
see me happy.

"Must be time to say goodbye," Chris said and Mark was getting up to
open the door. "You okay now?"

"Yeah," I took a deep breath and smiled. "I'm alright."

"Hey...Uh..." Mark's voice changed from happy to confused and all I could
see was his back. "Who are you?"

"Bryce," a deep voice said. "Can I come in? Thanks."

I didn't think Mark was going to let him in and I wasn't sure my
boyfriend should. I'd never heard of anyone named Bryce before in my
life and I glanced at Chris and he was confused too. The guy was
coming in though, kind of pushing past Mark and that was strange just
because Mark is a really big guy with some serious muscles, you know?
This Bryce person was big too though, like Mark and older, in his
thirties at least, but most surprising maybe was that he was black.

I have to be truthful and tell you that I didn't know any black
people. There weren't any where we were from. Not for any real reason,
it was just the way it was. I don't think I'm prejudiced or anything,
none of us were, but it was kind of intimidating somehow seeing this
big black man coming into our small room like that. I didn't know what
it meant and I suddenly wished I was dressed in more than a sheet with
a half-eaten turkey sandwich on my lap.

"Who are you?" Chris asked, repeating Mark's question and the guy
didn't smile, he didn't say anything.

Bryce was wearing nice enough clothes, not a suit really, but slacks
from what I could see, and a shirt with a tie. He had a trench coat
looking thing, a raincoat I guessed cause it was raining outside and
Bryce was a little wet. He reached into his coat, pulling something
out of an inside breast pocket and at first I thought he was getting a
gun. I don't know why, there was no reason, but that's what I thought
and my heart stopped for a second until I saw he had some papers or,
no...He had some pictures.

We just stared at the guy while he shuffled through like six
photographs, looking at me first, really staring at my face, and then
he did the same with Mark and Chris. It was so weird it was scary. I
didn't like this and I didn't understand any of it.

"Are you a cop or something?" Chris finally asked him and Bryce
nodded.

"Or something," he smiled and he was putting the pictures away. He
pointed a big black finger at me, "Stephanie, right?"

"What?" I squeaked.

"And Chris," he looked at my boyfriends, "and Mark. Excuse me for a
second."

"What?" Mark was standing pretty close to the guy. "Who are you? What
do you want?"

"How do you know our names?" Chris wanted to know and he wanted to get
up, but I wasn't letting him go.

"Hold on," Bryce said and he had a cellular phone. We just looked at
each other, shrugging and being confused while the man called someone.
"It's Bryce, yeah...I found them...All three, yes sir...In the Village,
place called the New Berlin...I'm sure, it's them...No, they're not going
anywhere...Room 304...We'll be here."

"What's going on? What do you want?" Mark demanded and he was getting
ready to lose his patience.

"Who was on the phone?" Chris wanted to know.

"I'm a private investigator," Bryce looked at the chair. "Mind if I
sit down?" he asked and then sat without waiting for an answer.
"Someone hired me to find you and when he gets here, he'll explain
everything."

"Who hired you?" Mark asked, moving to sit on the bed with me and
Chris.

"Someone," Bryce smiled. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble."

"How did you find us?" Chris wondered.

"It wasn't very hard," Bryce said and he was so relaxed, I wondered
how he could just sit there like that. I was scared out of my mind. "I
checked with the Claremont Riding Academy and found out who owned the
horses you guys were riding. A woman named Regina Miles? Anyway, I
talked to her and she mentioned that you guys were staying here in the
Village. After that it was just a lot of leather."

"Leather?" Mark frowned.

"Shoe leather," Bryce chuckled. "The New Berlin was towards the bottom
of my list, I'm afraid."

"Are you here to take us back?" I asked him.

"Take you back?" Bryce shrugged. "I don't know anything about that.
How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I said, swallowing hard.

"All of you?" Bryce asked and Mark told him he was seventeen.
"Runaways, huh? Well, sixteen's a good age to do it. They can't make
you go back."

"They can't?" I stared at him.

"Why not?" Chris wondered.

"In the state of New York a sixteen year old can declare himself...
herself," he smiled at me, "emancipated. Provided you have income and
a place to live. One of those old laws they never got around to
changing and by the time they did, well, everybody runs away to the
Big Apple, you know? It's easier making them legal than trying to
chase them down."

"Oh," I blinked at that and I had no idea if he was telling us the
truth or not.

"How do you know?" Mark asked him.

"It's my job, remember?" Bryce smiled at him. "I find people. I used
to be a cop too, but I got tired of the donuts."

"Where did you get the pictures?" Mark asked, cause he'd actually seen
them.

"From the person who hired me," Bryce said. "Made it a lot easier
too."

"Can I see them?" I asked and Bryce shrugged, taking them out of his
pocket again and handing them to Chris so we could look together.

"This is in the park," Chris said and there we were, riding the
horses. "By the fountain. Look, you're standing up."

"Yeah," I almost smiled cause there I was, standing on Saffron's back
and it was like I was staring right into the camera. Like I was posing
for it. "Who took these?"

"You'll find out," Bryce said. "I have to keep client confidentiality
and all that, you know. Comes with the job."

"But he's coming here?" Mark asked and Bryce shrugged.

"Someone is," the man said. "It won't be long."

"I'm gonna go get dressed," I decided. "Um, that's alright, isn't it?"

"Yeah, of course," Bryce agreed and he was standing up. "I can wait
outside. Just, don't go down the fire escape or anything, okay? It
doesn't look too safe out there."

"What? Oh," I shook my head and the guy was holding out his hand,
wanting the pictures back.



cont>>>>>

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