The Saga Of Tuck - Chapter 4 - Tuck Foy free porn video

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Tuck Foy *** 11:51 15 Nov "Another demo?" I asked. "When?" "Sunday afternoon. No problem." I sighed, long and hard. "Okay, I guess. Where is it?" *** 19:12 16 Nov "Hey, Tuck," Debbie whispered into my ear as we stood in line for movie tickets. "I had this great idea..." I was learning, or something, because my heart immediately sped up. "Like what?" I asked suspiciously. *** 13:52 17 Nov "Jeez, I hate carrying these things!" "Me too, me too," she puffed as we made our way across campus. *** 14:01 17 Nov "Good afternoon," said Debbie in a very professional sounding voice, "and thank you for coming!" "Now," she continued, walking around a little, "I know that Mary Kay is sort of a big joke to everybody, but they really do produce some superior products, in my opinion. And I brought my boyfriend here to prove it!" She flourished a hand at me, and I smiled. Deja vu, seriously deja vu. *** 14:51 17 Nov "Voila!" she said as she whipped the barber's sheet off. "Hon, stand up so everyone can see." I stood up. "Yowza!" exclaimed one of the co-eds. "You sure that's a guy?" someone else asked. "Would a girl wear her hair like this?' she asked, ruffling my head hard. "Hey heyheyheyhey!" I protested vigorously as I slapped her hands away. Everyone else laughed. "Besides," she continued in a sultry tone, "he's too good a kisser." We demonstrated. I think this was getting to be my favorite part. And I was getting _applause_. Hoo hoo, heady stuff. *** 14:55 17 Nov "God, I wish any of my boyfriends looked as cute as you do," the first one in line said. "Maybe you could get _Roger_ a makeover," the next girl said slyly. "Talk to the missus over there," I pointed. "She handles all the special clientele." They gaped at me, then one gasped, "No way!" "Way." The cold confidence with which I said that stopped them dead. Never mind that Debbie and I hadn't talked about "special clientele". If Debbie would do it to me... *** 17:49 17 Nov "Hey, is there a guy's bathroom around here anyplace?" The last two girls looked at each other, and shook their heads. "I think there's one on the first floor," one of them offered. "Nooooo!" I moaned. "Not again!" *** 17:58 17 Nov At least nobody bothered me this time. Thank God. I was exhausted. *** 18:16 17 Nov "So what was the haul today?" "One hundred seventy-six dollars, and eleven more consultations. That includes the three I did this morning before I picked you up." She sounded very pleased with herself. I was amazed. "Oh, jeez, Debbie, you're fantastic!" She grinned at me as I reached across the gearshift and hugged her. "Dinner? My treat tonight?" I offered. "I thought you'd _never_ ask!" she laughed as she started the car. *** 18:28 17 Nov "So _how_ was I going to get to sleep over at your house?" I asked again as we waited on food. "Well, what I figured was..." *** 18:31 17 Nov "Jesus Christ...." I was too amazed by the audacity to freak, this time. "And it'd be alllllll niiiiiiiight long. Just you and me, alone." She rubbed my leg with her foot, under the table. "Ahhh, lemme think about it, okay?" This was getting a little weird. "Okay, but don't think too long, I gotta arrange things." *** 08:01 18 Nov This time it was some jazz piece that I didn't know. Dobson looked like he might have approved, if it had been someplace besides the school loudspeakers. *** 11:37 18 Nov "Okay, I'll do it, I guess." I wasn't that sure about the whole thing. She sure was, though. "Great!" she shrieked, and jumped on top of me. Only the fact that I had my back against the lockers kept me from taking a dive. Especially when she gave me another one of those loooong kisses. "And we can do this all night long," she whispered into my ear, eventually, before she started nibbling. I still wasn't sure, but I was getting more confident by the moment. *** 08:02 19 Nov Somehow, they'd gotten a Jack Benny radio skit, and I think myself and Dobson were the only ones who could tell what it was. Then they played something by the Andrews Sisters. Ecletic DJ, definitely. I wondered where they were getting all this. *** 15:02 20 Nov "Here, have your mom call this number if she needs to talk to someone's mom. I got it all arranged." She handed me a slip of paper. "Did you talk to Mike?" "His house was busy, ah, with his mom being home. George said it'd be okay at his place, though. He said he wanted to watch how you did it." She waggled her eyebrows at me. "Say, you're not gonna use tape again, are you?" I asked fearfully. "We'll have to see," she said ominously. "I got some new stuff, and I hope it'll work out better. Or at least easier on your oh so delicate skin," she teased. "Oh, jeez, no, not the tape again!" I begged. "Anything but that! I just got all my skin back!" *** 20:41 21 Nov I'd forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it was to shave my legs. And my armpits. But Debbie had insisted that I be clean again. She said she hated stubble. At least she wasn't making me shave my chest. I was trying to encourage some hair there. Not that it was working. *** 15:17 22 Nov Debbie hoisted the sports bag out of the trunk, then directed me to bring the other two bags, and the makeup toolkit. George stood around watching. "Jeez, how much does this take, anyway?" he asked. We both grunted for an answer. Debbie forced out, "Open the damned door, idiot!" *** 15:19 22 Nov Shower first. By myself, too, which I thought sucked. Until I thought George would have wanted a turn with Debbie too. *Hmmm,* I thought. And thought. "Debbie?" I yelled. Eventually, after I had plotted their deaths a half dozen times, deciding on the leeches in the biology lab, I heard her crack the door open and ask, "Yes?" "You're not, uh, doing anything with George while I'm in here, are you?" Not like I was paranoid or anything. Haha. She laughed. "Don't be ridiculous! Besides," and she shut the door. "Can I tell you a secret?" she sort of whispered. "Sure." "You're cuter than he is. And, um, bigger." She snorted. "For real?" Hmmmm. "How do you know?" "I could tell by the bulge in his pants. You're bigger." "Why'd he have a bulge in his pants? And why were you looking at it anyway? And how can you tell sizes through someone's pants?" She snapped the curtain aside, scaring me half to death. "Tuck, just relax, okay?" She gently pulled me to the side, and kissed me gently on the cheek. "Hurry up so we can both get out of here, Mr. Jealousy." Maybe I was, but I still felt better knowing she wasn't playing Find-the-Tongue with George. He was my bud and all, but he hadn't shared _his_ girlfriends with _me_, so I saw no reason to return the favor. On the other hand, I really wished she wasn't staring at me while I was naked. Besides, I couldn't use the soap while I was covering my crotch with both hands. *** 15:27 22 Nov "Here," she said, handing me an anti-perspirant. "Use lots." She didn't need to tell me twice. Fear had a way of making me sweat. I rubbed it just about everywhere. *** 15:31 22 Nov "Oh, no, not _that_ again!" I moaned as she hauled the corset out. "Just for a bit of shape. We'll try it without the tape first," she muttered busily. George's eyes looked like they were about to jump out of his head. *** 15:38 22 Nov "Don't move, or the tape won't stick!" she warned me as she applied it carefully to my forehead. "You sure this'll work?" I asked. My head had just healed up from Halloween. "Sure I'm sure! I tested it out last week, with a couple of things on me. _And_ left them on for two days, just to be sure." "Sure." I sighed. "Jeezus," remarked George. *** 15:47 22 Nov "Hmmmm," said Debbie. "I think we put the dress on first." "Dress?" I asked. "What dress?" "Tuck," she explained patiently as she hauled a smaller bag out of the sports bag, "you look better in a dress, it gives you a better shape. More authentic. Besides, wearing a dress'll remind you that you're supposed to act ladylike." She pulled a bundle of fabric out of the bag and shook it out. George got out, "Oh my-" before he started to laugh. Debbie was holding the dress Mike and George had gotten when we went shopping. Well, we all sort of got it, but they paid for it. "It's the only one I can be sure my mom hasn't seen," she said apologetically. "Ah, ah, ah," I panted, pointing at it. "Ah, shit!" "Besides, Mom'll probably want to go out to dinner." "AHAHAhah!" howled George, bent completely over. *** 15:56 22 Nov George rubbed his head as he led us into the kitchen. Debbie said she needed some more light than George's lair could provide. "You didn't have to hit me," he complained as I pulled out a chair and started to sit down. Debbie snapped her fingers at me, and I remembered to do it ladylike. I hated this. On the other hand... *Concentrate on the rewards, Tucker...* "Yes, I did," I replied. "You were going to hurt yourself when you fell out the window." Helped along by a swift kick in the ass if he didn't shut up. "Shush," ordered Debbie as she whipped the barber's sheet around me. "You know you need to be still for this!" "Holy Moses," remarked George as he stared at Debbie's sample case. "You use _all_ that?" "No, I _sell_ all that. Wanna buy something?" she teased, turning around in her seat to grin at him. "Ah, uh, no thanks." He was blushing really hard. I dunno why; I mean, _I_ was the one that was going to be wearing it. *** 16:21 22 Nov "It goes a lot faster when you don't have to explain every damned thing," she said with relief as she locked up her case. "Jeez, no lie," I agreed. "Usually it takes an hour," I said to George, "when it's a demo." "Oh, wait, one more thing," she said offhandedly, then zapped me with some perfume. "Hey!" I complained. "I'll never get this off!" Perfuming me was one of my sister's favorite torments; I knew. "It'll all be gone by tomorrow, trust me. Well, anyway, I gotta get ready," she told us, "so you two make conversation or something while I change and such. Back in a while," and she whizzed up the stairs. George looked at me. I looked at George. We were both very embarrassed. I could tell. "Ah," he finally said. "Wanna play Sega?" *** 16:50 22 Nov Debbie came bounding noisily down the stairs with bags in tow. I could hear them thumping against her legs. "Okay, guys, ready?" She came to a stop behind the couch. Or at least, that's where the sounds stopped. "Nononono!" howled George in anguish as I dropped four combo moves on him and killed him. "Auuugh!" "Yessss!" I hissed, fist raised in victory, then dropped the controller and got off the couch to give Debbie the once-over. "Goid, Deb, you look ab fab." She did, too. She was wearing one of the other dresses we'd gotten that day. That dark red was definitely her color. "Definitely your color," I verbalized. I could almost recognize what she did to her face, though, which was kind of a switch. I could even name some of the shades. Eerie. She was giving me the fish eye. "You two," she said distastefully, "look like a pair of geeks!" George meekly answered, "We are a pair of geeks." I grinned weakly. "Well, you don't have to look it," she snapped. "Now come on, _Valerie_, we gotta get home." "Hey, don't I get some thanks for using my house for this?" complained George. Debbie and I looked at each other, then turned to him, bowed, and intoned in unison, "Thaaaaannkkkkksssss." Debbie then handed me a purse, saying, "It's already loaded, come on and grab some of this." I slung it over my shoulder and hoisted the makeup kit. "Thanks a million, George," I said apologetically as we walked out. "I really really appreciate this, bud." I would have said more, but I was concentrating on maneuvering in the heels. "Hey wait!" he called as we were halfway to the car. I stopped, but Debbie kept going. George trotted up to Debbie, and I heard him ask, "Hey, if I let you dress me up like a girl, can I stay over at your house all night?" "No," we both said. Debbie added, "But I _would_ dress you up to spend the night at your _own_ girlfriend's house. If she didn't think it was too weird." We put the stuff in the car, got in, and drove off, but George was still standing there. "He's probably figuring out if he can get away with it," Debbie remarked, which cracked me up. *** 16:57 22 Nov Something finally connected in my brain. "What was this about going out to eat?" I asked her. "Oh, Mom and I go out to eat Friday nights, a lot. Don't worry, I'll pick up the tab if you don't eat too much. Speaking of which-" "You mean I have to be with your mom the sheriff _all evening_?!" Suddenly this was looking less fun. "Well, d'uh, what did you think we were going to do if we went out to dinner? Get separate tables? Besides, she's a deputy, not the sheriff. He's a real pinhead, Mom says." "Oh, shit," I moaned. "Oh, don't be such a wuss! Have I ever steered you wrong?" *** 17:18 22 Nov "Gawd, I hate rush hour," she complained as we pulled into her driveway. She looked over at me and said gently, "Val, breathe, that's a good girl, come on, it'll be okay. Just act natural. And don't eat too much. S'not ladylike." We got out of the car, Debbie reminding me how, and walked up to the back door. Debbie fished her keys out and opened it, calling, "Mom! We're here!" "Great!" I heard her call. "Almost ready, kiddo." "Gah," I whimpered. "No problem!" said Debbie into my ear. "Just remember to lay off the sexual references. My mom worries enough about me already." I looked at her, almost forgetting to be afraid. "Worries how?" *** 17:20 22 Nov "Well, girls, you look nice tonight," her mom said as she came in. "So do you, Miz Carstairs," I replied politely. Politeness, I figured, would be a Good Idea. Besides, she did look nice. It was easy to forget she was a sheriff. Deputy, I mean. She'd brushed her hair out, and was wearing this nice dark blue dress and heels and stuff. Ready for an evening out, like. Kind of like me and Debbie. What a thought. "That dress looks very nice on you," I added. Debbie nodded enthusiastically. "Well, thank you, Valerie!" she said, like she wasn't expecting a compliment or she wasn't used to them or something. I dunno why - she looked as good as Debbie did. "Where did you two go after school?" she asked, fiddling with her hair as she walked us outside. Debbie replied, "Well, Valerie had some stuff she had to do at her house first, so I figured we'd just change there." Ms. Carstairs nodded. "Makes sense. Well, the dreaded question: how was school this week?" Debbie groaned, but I felt a sort of relief. This I could handle. *** 17:37 22 Nov "So, Valerie," Ms. Carstairs addressed me. I gulped. "Do you know this mystery boyfriend of Debbie's? Tuck, I think, is what she calls him?" "Mom!" protested Debbie. "Ah," I mentioned, then glanced at Debbie. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." "Mom, don't ask her!" "Why not?" asked Ms. Carstairs. Debbie and I looked at each other. "Because she used to date him," said Debbie. My mouth fell open. "You two used to be an item?" Ms. Carstairs asked me. I nodded helplessly. "Why did you two break up?" "_Mom!_" shrieked Debbie. "Quiet!" she commanded. I shut up and so did Debbie. "Well?" her mom asked me "If you want to tell me," she added, which I think we all knew was a lie. Debbie folded her arms and stared straight ahead, radiating outrage. "Ah." *Uhmmmm...* "He was, um, he just, um, spent a little too much time with his computer and stuff. And he was, you know, a nerd. Not that I mind, uh, nerds or anything, but, uh, you know, he could kind of get excessive on, uh, the, uh, technical details. And he didn't have much else to talk about. At least when I was dating him." I was glad I'd found out the Reason why every previous girlfriend had broken up with me - now I could quote It. "Other than that I, uh, I guess he was nice." Parts of It, anyway. I didn't have to tell her everything. Especially not the belching contest one. And I'd tried to do things differently with Debbie. I guess it was working, after a fashion. Sort of. She _was_ still dating me... on the other hand, none of my previous girlfriends had made me wear dresses. But none of them had invited me to spend the night at their house either. Ms. Carstairs continued, "Hmmm. He's declined several invitations to come by the house, and I was just wondering why." I wiped my hands on the skirt. "Uhm, well, he's kind of shy of parents. He wouldn't ever meet mine either." Gawd, that almost sounded plausible. I'd have to talk to Debbie about those invitations, though; _I_ had never heard about them. "But he seemed nice enough to you, though, is that right?" "Ah, yeah," I replied. "Just a, uh, little boring, I guess. I, uh, I broke up with him, not the other way around. He just, uh, he just wasn't my type, I guess. I don't have any real bad feelings about him now, I guess. Though I'd hate to be trapped on a desert island with him, unless he's changed." Ms. Carstairs laughed at that. Debbie turned to look at me, and she looked pretty astonished. I shrugged at her. I mean, what did she expect me to do? "I just wondered because I've never seen him, and Debbie won't tell me too much about him. You know, mothers worry and all that," she explained. "Yeah, my mom does that too," I admitted. What I was doing now, for example, would set her off for weeks. "I just, uh, you know, I kind of like my privacy, um, about who I'm dating and all." "Can we change the subject now, Mom, _please_?" Debbie pleaded. *Please!* I prayed. "Well, are you dating anyone right now, Valerie?" her mom asked. *Well, so much for my privacy,* I thought in amazement. "Ah, well, no, not right now." I thought this was worse, almost. Debbie looked happier, though. That made me afraid. "What about Travis?" she asked slyly. "I'm _not_ dating him! I ran into him once-" "Twice" Debbie corrected me. "Whatever! He's already dating someone else and I am _not_ interested in a muscle-bound brute with the brain of a reptile!" Man oh man was I sick of Debbie teasing me about him. "Hmmm," said Ms. Carstairs thoughtfully. *** 17:54 22 Nov "Table for three, please," Ms. Carstairs told the maitre'd. *** 19:12 22 Nov The conversation over dinner had been a lot lighter. Debbie hadn't mentioned the school radio station, so I figured I'd better not. I mean, I could sort of see Debbie's hand in it, and her mom must've been aware of some of the stuff Debbie had done before. And she was a sheriff. Deputy sheriff, I mean. Mostly it had been about school, a little, and Debbie's makeup business, which I already knew too much about, and about police work. That was kind of interesting, hearing it from the cop side of things. *** 19:19 22 Nov "Mom, we're gonna go freshen up, 'kay?" said Debbie. "Good idea, kiddo. Let me go with you." My mouth fell open. Debbie kicked me to close it. We all stood up and walked over to the restrooms. My heart was hammering. They both had to go, but I didn't, I think because I was sweating too much. Instead, I washed my hands, then fiddled a little with my hair like I'd seen girls do in front of mirrors. I couldn't tell if I was doing anything, but I guess I didn't mess anything up either. Debbie got done first, and as she stood at the sink and ran some water, she pulled out a compact and a lipstick out of "my" purse, and pointed at me. When I took them, she gave me a pat on the shoulder right before her mom came out. We all kind of danced around the mirror for a while, but her mom wasn't looking at me funny, at least. I patted some powder on my too- oily nose - Debbie had complained about it in the two demos we'd done. I thought I could handle the lipstick, but I ran a bit over. It took some work to get it off without screwing up everything else around there, but I finally managed. I was the last one to finish, but her mom didn't say anything about that, merely asking, "Ready?" Debbie and I both nodded, and out we went. Women's bathrooms were getting to be entirely too common a feature in my life. *Geez, maybe after a few more I won't be so scared,* I thought, before I realized the implications. *Oh, fuck! No _way_!* *** 19:43 22 Nov "Phew," whistled Debbie's mom as we pulled into their driveway. "I'm about ready for a nap before work." "Oh, you're working tonight?" asked Debbie ingenuously. "I told you Sunday, kiddo. I'm doing Sammy a favor tonight, remember?" Debbie frowned for a moment, then nodded. "Did you two have any plans tonight of your own?" she asked. Debbie shook her head, so I did also. "Not really, Mom," she replied. "Just kind of hang out, talk, maybe watch a couple of movies. You know, the usual." Me, I thought it was very unusual. We all got out of the car, and her mom stretched, then asked, "Just the usual, huh?" "Yeah," Debbie and I chorused. "I, uh, I just want to get out of my house for a while," I added. "My folks, you know, they get on my nerves after a few years." Her mom nodded. "Debbie and I have our problems, too, sometimes." She shrugged. "Guess it's part of parent-child relationships." "Plus your pigheadedness when it comes to admitting that I am omniscient," smirked Debbie. "If you're omniscient, I'm a rabbit," retorted her mother. Debbie made bunny ears at her mom as she unlocked the door. They giggled at each other as we went inside. "Okay, kids. Valerie, Debbie knows the rules, but in general, just be a good houseguest. Debbie, keep it down tonight, and call dispatch if you're going to go anywhere, and be here by 1 am. Understood?" "Yes ma'am," we both answered. She grinned and winked, and wished us a good movie, then walked into the back where the bedrooms were. When she was out of sight, I let out a breath and collapsed on the couch. "I thought it was never gonna end!" "Well, what movie do you want to watch?" asked Debbie, sitting next to me for a moment. "I think," she whispered, "that we ought to stay dressed like this until mom leaves, okay?" I sighed, and shrugged. She gave me a quick kiss, then leaned back "So, any ideas for video?" "Um, nope?" *** 21:56 22 Nov She'd picked _Hackers_, and I laughed my way through it, which annoyed Debbie. It wasn't my fault, really - I just had some idea of what _really_ went on, and watching what Hollywood was feeding the stupid public was just too ridiculous. "Well, I got the next movie idea," she said, getting up as the tape rewound. "And I think mom's up, so be good, okay? Want another coke?" "Love one. Can I help or something?" "Nahh," she said. "Just hang loose for a couple of minutes. Keep your legs together, okay?" I put my knees together. *** 22:18 22 Nov _Tootsie_ was an inspired choice, if inspiration comes from Satan. I was nervous as hell, afraid that her mom would come in and make the connection. Debbie didn't help matters by running her nails along my legs. And giggling. A lot. Although this did explain where this idea came from. *** 22:26 22 Nov "_Tootsie_?" asked her mom as she came out of the hall. Thud, bambambambam went my heart. "Yeah. We just wanted a romp," snorted Debbie. I managed to force a not-terribly-artificial-sounding giggle out. It was an effort. *** 22:31 22 Nov "Bye Mom!" called Debbie. I waved, and she waved back before she shut the door. I sagged in relief for maybe half a second, which is how long it took Debbie to plant a wet one on my lips. "Mmmm," she hummed, and licked her lips. "Just a taste for now, in case she forgot something. She's been really paranoid about me going out ever since someone cut down that tree at school." Someone, no one found out who, had cut down one of the small oak trees at school and put a sign on it that said, "Modern Education - Cutting the little bastards off at the roots!". And then called the newspapers. I guessed now that it was presumably Debbie or someone connected with her, though I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise. "Did you really do that?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, I wouldn't have cut down a tree. But I did plant the replacements." Four little oak trees had shown up around the stump a few weeks later. "Well, I organized, planned, purchased, et cetera, but I only actually planted one." She heaved a sigh, and went on, "But Mom was pretty suspicious of me for a while, and there's been other stuff that happened that I _did_ do, so she keeps close tabs on me. "Well," she suggested, "let's watch some more of the movie, and then, we'll see what we see, eh?" "Mmm, okay." I was getting rather excited, to tell the truth. All alone, with Debbie, in a house that was going to be deserted until morning... *** 23:08 22 Nov The appetites of adolescent males are entirely predictable. Denied sex (at least for now), my body defaulted to food. "How 'bout some pizza, just in case we get hungry later?" "Sounds good to me," she said, and got a phone and a coupon. *** 23:19 22 Nov "You know, I could think of something better we could be doing," I mentioned casually during a quiet part. "Oh really?" she asked, posing on the floor. "And what would that be?" "C'mere and find out," I purred at her, and waggled my butt on the floor. She moved over next to me, and without much warning, took my head in her hands and kissed me firmly, deeply, enthusiastically. My half-boner went to full launch ready mode in about five seconds. Or tried to. "NNnnnnn," I protested when she let go. "Noo, sweetheart, I want to go back and change, okay?" She ran a finger along my neck, then licked her lips. "Into something more comfortable." "Me too! Me too!" Not that I didn't like the dress or anything. I just didn't like it on _me_. Especially for purposes of getting it on with my girlfriend. "Nooo, you stay here and wait, okay? If the pizza guy comes by, here's a twenty." She handed it to me out of her purse. "But-" I sighed. I wished she'd let me change out of this. *I dunno what she's thinking - there's no pizza company in the world that'll deliver in twenty minutes.* *** 23:28 22 Nov A knock at the door almost made me spew coke all over the living room. "Oh, _fuck_," I mumbled in despair. "Val!" yelled Debbie from the back, "Get that, would you?" I sighed, and got to my feet, clutching the twenty. "Hi," the guy said when the door opened. I took a closer look. It was a guy from our school, same year as me in fact. I couldn't remember his name right now, though. "Debbie having a party?" "Uh, no, we're just watching movies," I said, wondering who the hell this was. To Debbie, I mean. Well, and who he was, too, I guess. At least I didn't know him, so therefore I could sort of assume he wouldn't know me. Sort of. "Good night for it," he suggested, and made to hand me the pizza. "Two mediums, one pepperoni-bacon-sausage, one sausage-bell pepper-onion-mushroom, total is fifteen thirty seven, please ma'am." He grinned at that. I smiled back reflexively, and handed him the twenty, then took the pizza. He counted out change as I placed the boxes on the dining room table. "Thanks," I said, holding out my hand. *Go away!* He put the change into it. "I haven't met you before," he remarked as I counted it. "Um," I said, glancing back up at him. "Uh, no, I go to Red Bluff," which was the first other school I could think of. "Oh," he remarked. "What's your name?" *** 23:41 22 Nov "Oh, God," I mumbled as I shut the door and locked it. "What was that all about?" Debbie asked, coming back into the room. She was wearing a bathrobe over something that included stockings and heels. "Your pet pizza boy, he wanted to talk." "Oh, John? Yeah, he likes to chat when he comes by." She grabbed the boxes and went and sat down in front of the television. When I didn't follow right away, or something, she glanced back at me. "Oh, come on, he's not that bad. He just likes talking to a pretty face." "At least he didn't figure out it was me," I said, trying to calm myself down. "Oh, I don't think anyone would recognize you like that," Debbie remarked, patting the floor. As I walked over to sit down, she added, "For one thing, you're actually wearing stylish clothes." "Hey! What's wrong with my clothes?" They sure didn't hurt like these did... "Not like that!" she protested. "You know how to sit down right! Gracefully, m'dear. And don't wrinkle that skirt." I looked down at the floor, and wondered how I was supposed to get down there gracefully. *** 23:52 22 Nov "Thank God," I muttered under my breath as she got up to put the tape away. "Well," she said, turning around. "Want to see my etchings?" "Love to," I leered. I also wanted to see what was under that robe. *** 23:55 22 Nov "Wakka wakka!" I mentioned when she slid the robe off. She was wearing a strapless black dress which had a long straight skirt with a side slit up to _here_ and generally stuck to her everywhere else like I was planning to do. "God, that's fantastic!" She just grinned at me. Oh, what a grin that was. I walked towards her, intending to taste it. She grabbed me when I got within grabbing range, then pulled me over to her bookcase and started a tape. "What?" I inquired, "are you doing?" "I," she stated, "am going to dance with you for a while." She grabbed me around the waist and held my hand. "You're gonna lead?" "Sure am, shorty!" she grinned at me. "That's just 'cause you're wearing heels, Deb." We were normally about the same height, but the heels added at least three inches. _Very_ sexy. "And?" she asked, as the music started. She pulled me into something I vaguely identifed as a waltz. "You want to get your heels back on?" "They're not mine!" "Tonight, they are. Trust me," she said, and led me in the dance. *** 00:23 23 Nov The dances had been getting slower, and hotter. So had I. So, thank God, had she. We finally kissed, long and slow. She pressed herself against me, and held me tightly too. I ran my hands up and down her back. It was a low backed strapless, too. "Well," I finally gasped as we broke for air, "ah. Maybe it's time to change into something more comfortable?" I asked. "Well, honey," she said, caressing me in a _very_ sensitive place through the dress and underwear, "you have to stay like that, sort of, in case Mom comes by. But," she put a finger over my lips. "I think I can make it up to you." She smiled, and kissed me again. Then she started licking the insides of my lips while we were still kissing. I know I whimpered. *** 00:28 23 Nov "Here, put this on. It's pretty comfy, says Lisa." "A nightgown?" I asked. "Well, it _is_ night, and I think gowned is better than buck naked in case Mom comes home." "Debbie! Jesus!" "No relation," she disputed, then kissed me again. And started rubbing my back, and stroking me with her nails. "Besides," she murmured as she switched to kissing one ear, "I'd like it." "Oh, God," I moaned. I _really_ like having my ears kissed, I'd found out. "Please?" She ran her nails over my lower cheeks, the ones right above my legs, and I almost knocked us both over with the reaction. "Okay, okay, whatever," I panted. "Can I take the hose off, at least?" She nodded, and then bent down to help me take it off. I was thinking that maybe something else would happen while she was down there, but nothing did. On the other hand, she made taking stockings off a truly mind-detonating experience. She even licked my knees, which sounds dumb, I guess, but I think my eyes rolled back in my head when she did it. I _know_ I whined like a dog. For this, I would wear a nightgown. I think, for this, I would do anything she asked. *** 00:31 23 Nov We were doing some light necking, I guess, when I pulled back from her as we lay on the bed. She looked at me quizzically, her arm under my neck. "Debbie?" "Mmmm?" "Can I.. um." All of a sudden, I wasn't sure if this was a good idea to ask. "Can you what, lover?" I thrilled at that, and again as she ran her nails through my hair. Well, through the wig's hair. But I could still feel it. "Can.... can I see you naked?" I asked breathlessly. "I-if it's okay with you?" She smiled at me, with half-closed eyes, and replied, "Sure." With that, she slid gracefully off the bed, and stood in front of it where I could see everything. She stretched out like a cat, first, her breasts catching most of my attention as she pushed them out and arched her back. She held it for a long time, then retracted back to normal. When she looked at me again, she grinned and posed, one hand in her hair. "Like it?" she asked sensuously. "Oh, God, Debbie, you look... you look like Aphrodite incarnate." I don't know where _that_ came from, but it was true. Her eyes shot open, then she giggled, and tilted her head on one shoulder. "Flatterer!" "Oh, no," I said with as much sincerity as I could put in my voice. "You look... oh, God, you... I can't think of anything that's as fantastic as you look," I finished lamely. She giggled again, and kind of bounced on her feet, looking sixteen for once. "Well, then," she murmured, and reached around under one arm and started to unzip the dress. She took her time about it, smiling at me occasionally. I wanted to scream, I was so charged up. There was a tantalizing glimpse of a black strap or two as she passed her waist slowly, then, in a sudden move, she simply shrugged it off. I almost choked. I'd fantasized about seeing her nude, but I'd never imagined _this_. She ran her hands down her sides, then looked at me with that look again, the shy one so unlike her usual confidence. I sat up and got off the bed, and walked towards her with my arms open. We embraced, and I whispered into her ear, "Debbie, you're more beautiful than I ever imagined." She pulled back a little, enough to look me in the face. Her eyes were glittering as she looked at me. "Really," I answered the unspoken question. I stroked her hair. "You..." I thought for a while, then shrugged. "I still can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound dumb." We giggled at that, then she pulled me back into the gentle embrace. We stood there for a long time, simply feeling each other's bodies. She rubbed her stocking-clad leg in my crotch, which reminded me I was _very_ uncomfortably bound. "Um. Debbie, can I take this G string off now? I'm afraid I'll break something." That sort of relaxed the tension some, which I was really grateful for. I mean, I was having a lot of fun, but I was so full of emotion I was about to explode. *** 00:34 23 Nov She pulled the strings on the corset loose, and I took a deep breath. "Hooo," I said finally, "that feels _good_. I can't believe women would wear those things in the first place." "Well, they don't any more, you know." "Yeah, but they did once, and, see, _you_ have one." She pulled the garment in question off and put it in a drawer. I slid the gown back down, wondering why as I did it. "But it makes you look so _good_," she complimented me. I just rolled my eyes. And scratched. "Oh, don't get too comfy yet," she warned as she rummaged in another drawer. "You have to put this on first." She held up a bra. "Why?" "Hold the boobs on in case Mom comes home. Tuck," she pleaded, "I don't want to get in trouble for this, but I want to be with you tonight. So to be safe, we have to do this." I hated doing it, but I could almost see what she was talking about. I mean, I'd heard stories about other guys spending the night with a girl, but this was happening to _me_. And I wanted her so much. I guess I could put up with this stuff. Though this was _not_ going to be included in the locker room game recap. I sighed, and turned around and pulled the gown off. "Okay, I guess. But I'd rather you were dealing with the real me." "Me too," she said from behind me as she moved my arms to get the bra on. "But for now, we just play it safe." She hooked the bra in back, and slipped the bags of pink hair gel into the cups. Then she ran her hands down to my waist. "Mmmmm," I commented. "I think I like you touching me like that." "Good," she said into my ear. "Now put the gown back on." I sighed again, but grabbed it off the floor and put it back on. "Lover?" she asked as I turned around. I liked hearing that. "What?" "Kiss me?" I walked over to her, and held her gently, and tried to kiss her like she'd kissed me, long and gentle and slow. She liked that. So did I. We kissed for a long time, stroking each other's bodies. I was amazed at how soft she was, and how warm. When she finally broke off, she smiled at me, and caressed my face. "You're so sweet," she said gently. "So're you." She took my hand, and led me over to her bed. *** 00:47 23 Nov "Lover," she gasped as she rubbed against me. "Mmmm?" I inquired as I kept nibbling her neck. "Wait..." She rolled over on top of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "I want you to, to..." She sat up and wrenched her arms behind her back. Seconds later, she slung her bra off into the hamper. "Oh, wow," I said reverently, without thinking. She giggled. "You sound like you've never seen any before." "Not for real, not like _this_. Can, can I touch them?" She grinned at me, but nodded. I hestitantly reached up with one hand, and stroked it gently. "I know I sound stupid, but I, uh... I've never done this before, and I don't know what you want me to do." She bent down again and hugged me. "I know," she whispered. "But my first time really su- was really horrible, and, and you should have something special for your first." She rubbed my ribs along my sides, up and down. "I'm sorry, about your first time, I mean." She shrugged. "I... I tried it with the wrong guy, I guess. Someone very unlike you." She kissed me on the nose. "I wish I'd tried it with you. You... you're different, than any other guy I've dated. You're not afraid to be afraid, or to say you don't know what's going on." She kissed my chin. "Most guys, they try to act like they know what they're doing, and it ends up that the girl doesn't get anything out of it, 'cause all you know how to do is please yourself." She propped herself on her elbows, and stroked her thumbs on my cheeks. Her weight on top of me was getting a little tiring, but I still liked it. "I'm trying-" I protested, but she put her thumbs over my lips. "I should have said, all _they_ know is how to please themselves." She chuckled. "At least you know how to take a hint. Sort of." She kissed me gently on the lips. She pulled back out of range when I tried to prolong it. "Most guys would've already gone to sleep after having bonked me, if they'd seen me naked like that." *Oh, hell,* I thought. "Is that what you want me to do?" She stared at me like I was an idiot, and shook her head. "No! That's what I _don't_ want. I want... I want someone like you, who keeps asking if it's alright, who kisses me like I kiss them, who isn't so concerned about being manly that they forget to be friendly." She shrugged. "I really want you," she finally said, staring intently into my eyes. "Really?" I asked. I guess I didn't need to, but it was still pretty amazing. She nodded, and bent down to kiss me again. "Now, lick your thumbs, and rub them around my nipples," she instructed me between kisses. "That's, ahhh, that's it, yes..." *** 00:54 23 Nov "Mmmmm, I think it's time," she finally moaned. "Time for what?" I asked, hoping it wasn't time for bed or cookies or anything like that. I was having more fun than I had in a long time. And I was falling in love with Debbie, I thought. Well, more in love. Instead of answering, she reached over to the bedside table and got something out of a drawer. When she held it up in front of me, I almost choked. It was a condom, in a wrapper. "Ah, are you, uh, sure?" I stammered. "Of course I'm sure!" She rubbed her crotch against mine. "Unless you'd rather not." I opened my eyes to see her looking at me. "Are you kidding?" I gasped. "Of course I want to! I just, uh, I don't want to push anything on you." She pointed at me, and laughed, "Oh, but I was hoping you'd push _something_ on me!" I couldn't help laughing either. "I can't believe I said that," I groaned. Her peals of laughter died down to snickers before she said, "Well, let me show you what to do." She slid down, lifting herself off my legs, and pulled the nightgown up above my waist. I still had her underwear on, but there was this very obvious tent pole sticking out of the middle. I bent up to watch. She touched the wet spot right above the head, and it jerked. She giggled. "Debbie," I apologized, "I'm sorry about the, uh, your underwear, I couldn't-" "Shh, I know what it is," she told me gently. "It's okay. Lift your hips up." I arched my back, and she slid the panties off. I watched her face carefully, somehow still expecting this to be some sort of joke, but she just smiled, and stared at it. My dick, I mean. Eventually, she reached a hand out to it, and just wrapped it around me. I moaned, and pushed against her hand. "Nnn, not yet, lover," she told me, and took her hand away. I was going to protest until I saw her opening the package in her other hand. The condom. She bent down with the little latex ring, and placed it gently on the very tip before she started to roll it down. "Ah," I said, "ah, that feels so good..." "Mmm hmm," she agreed. When she finished, she looked at it, then said, "Well, guess my panties have to go too, huh." She leaned over and laid on my chest. I held her on as she wriggled against me. Finally, I saw the panties go sailing in an arc across the room. "You can see it when we're done," she told me. I didn't have to ask what It was. "I have something else in mind for a while." "Ah, okay," I replied, suddenly getting nervous. I mean, we were going to _do it_, right _now_. "Relax," she intoned, stroking my bare belly and hips. "Just relax. It's not really that big a deal. It's just like we did Halloween night, except at the same time. Nothing to be worried about." She was rubbing slowly against me as she said all this, which sort of kept me from relaxing. I think I stopped worrying, though. "And you did fine then, so you'll do fine now." "I did? Really?" Not like I was insecure about my sexual performance or anything. Haha. "Really," she said firmly. Then she heaved herself upright, and pushed herself off me, kneeling above me while balancing herself on my hips. "Ready?" "Uh, yeah, I guess," I said unsurely. "What do I do?" "Just stay there, and enjoy, right now. The position we're in, I have _all_ the control. So just let me run things." She slapped my thigh lightly, I guess to emphasize who was boss. She waddled forward, positioning herself over my penis. She felt underneath her, then took a gentle hold on it. "And...." she intoned theatrically as she began lowering herself. I wanted to bounce upward and impale her, but I managed to keep that urge in check. She reached down with the other hand, and did something to herself, right before I started to slide in. It was... it was intense. Not nearly as bony as my hand, for one thing, and you could feel how slick it was, even through a rubber. I groaned as she slowly sat on top of me. When she reached bottom, I expected her to go back up, but instead she just smiled absently at me. "Just stay like that for a minute. Don't move. Just feel it." "Okay," I panted. "Oh, God...." She smiled slowly. "Mmmm hnnnhhh. It's nice to take your time, dont'cha think? "Uh huh!" I stroked around her legs and bottom, which she seemed to like a lot, judging by the way she threw her head back and made noises. She began running her hands along my belly, using her nails to leave little trails of sensation. Eventually, she leaned forward, pushing off the bed with her arms, and began to slide up and down on my dick. I rubbed her breasts and shoulders and everything else I could reach, remembering to lube my fingers when I went over her nipples. We slowly started to speed up. I wondered if I was going to live through this, or if my heart was going to explode first. I didn't really care, though. "Ah!" exclaimed Debbie as I tried raking down her midline with a fingernail of my own. "Oh God..." She'd never looked so beautiful. She told me to go a little harder, now, on her breasts, so I started to use my fingernail, and to lightly pinch the nipples. I was afraid it was too hard until she raked her claws along my hips. It hurt, but it almost felt _good_. So good, in fact, that I started bouncing along with her. She was starting to make some weird noises, and I was fascinated, when I was thinking of something besides my own dick and how all this felt so wonderful. We went on for an improbably long time, and while I had wondered at first if I'd go limp like I'd heard about people doing from nervousness, I wasn't worried about that any more. I was instead trying to keep the rhythms together, and maximize the sliding action. It was worth the effort. Debbie was gasping for breath, and I was starting to get really hot and energetic myself, when something changed in her. She got this really serious expression on her face, and she began slamming herself down on top of me, pushing off her ankles with her hands. I almost forgot what my part was in this, watching her. It was just incredible. Her eyes were open, but I don't think she was seeing _anything_, and I could _smell_ her, sweat and a few other things which I could guess what they were. She was gasping for breath in little pants, which sounded really sexual all by themselves. But it was her face that I couldn't stop staring at. She finally started to grunt, which astonished me, and then she moaned, which turned into a series of screams as she slammed herself down as hard as she could on my pelvis and wiggled around frantically. She dug her nails into my butt and just _pulled_, trying to draw me as far inside as she could. I felt her muscles clamp around my penis, convulsively, as she arched her back and gave out one loud, long cry. Her face looked like she'd just been shot, or given birth, or something...I still couldn't look away. *Oh, God, she's glowing!* She'd never looked so beautiful as she did in that moment. After what seemed like a long time, she relaxed, then practically collapsed on top of me. She could barely move by herself, so I rolled us both over so she could lay on her side. She didn't want to let go of me, as she stared at me with a sappy smile on her sweaty face. When her eyes were open, anyway. I just stroked her gently, too amazed to do much else. *** 01:02 23 Nov "So, did you like it?" she finally asked sleepily. I nodded. I didn't say anything because I was still a little shocked, amazed, bewildered - you name it. I stroked her beautiful, wonderful, flushed face instead. She reached down with a smile on her face, and felt my half-hard dick. She frowned a little as she felt something at the head. "Hey, be nice to it," I mentioned. "You didn't come?" she asked me in amazement. "Um. No... I was too busy watching you, and then you sort of passed out for a minute." Well, so much for the last little shred of my masculinity. I wanted to cry all of a sudden. No, _that_ was the last shred of my masculinity - I wouldn't cry. "You didn't come?" she asked again, staring at me like I hadn't said anything at all. This time I just shook my head. "I'm sor-" I started to say, before she leaned over and started to kiss me again. Enthusiastically. A few seconds later, she began rubbing herself against me. "You're so wonderful," she spoke in bursts between mouthfuls of my tongue, "I can't believe, most guys, they'd have come already, and I'd be left hanging, but you, oh God, you're fantastic, mmmm, are you sure, you haven't done this before?" "Sure," I gasped out before the next series of kisses. "God, you're wonderful, mmmm, let's see, what we can do, with you..." She measured my hardness with her hand (like a bone again), then rolled us back over, and slid on top of me without any preamble. Like last time - ah, now I could say "last time" in relation to sex! I'd _done it_! And it was good! I wasn't thinking very clearly tonight, any more, so it took me a while to realize this. Anyway, she stopped when she'd put me back in her, and smiled at me, then leaned down. "This time, it's for you, lover, alright? You tell _me_ what to do." She bent her head down and began stroking my belly. It took me a while to realize she meant, tell her _everything_ I wanted her to do. I think that's what she wanted, anyway. "Um, could you start like you did last time?" I asked timidly. She looked up at my face, nodded, and began sliding slowly up and down my shaft. "I, uh, what happened last time," I explained, "is that I just started watching you. You just looked so beautiful like that, and it was like, I dunno. Ah!" I squeaked as she ran a wet finger in between my legs. "I think you're beautiful too," she said sensuously, "now shush and feel what's happening." She wiggled her body around as she was on a downstroke and I lurched under her from the friction. "You don't need to explain anything right now." She bent down to kiss me some more, enthusiastically humping me all the time. "Ahh, nnn," I mumbled as I bent rather uncomfortably. "Could we roll sideways?" I asked when she pulled her tongue out of my mouth again. Instead of answering, she just did it, taking me with her by wrapping her legs around mine. "What a ride!" I remarked before she kissed me again. It was a short one, as she giggled. "Oh, you're just _so_ fun- unhhh!" she started to say before I pushed myself deeper into her. "Hey, I finally found a way to get the last word with you!" I snickered, as I tried stroking steadily. She grunted angrily at me, but started running her nails along my butt cheeks, stroking in time with my rhythm. All the friction was starting to go to my brain, though, so that was the last intelligible comment I made. I just stared at her, at us, at the tableau of lust we were making. And everything that went into my brain made me more excited. I'd thought I was tired before she kissed me a few times, but now I felt like I could do this forever... Eventually, I felt the familiar stirrings deep within, and I tried to warn her, but I couldn't say anything without losing everything, so I just concentrated on me, like she'd said to do. *Oh, God, we're _fucking_!* I thought, and that was enough to put me over the top. I grabbed her like she'd done to me, and pulled myself as far in as I could, and started to jerk spastically as I felt myself shooting inside her. Inside her, what a wonderful thing... When I opened my eyes again, she was smiling at me in this very wonderful way, like she had after she'd come. I smiled back at her, and she stroked my face. "Beautiful," she whispered. "So beautiful. Did I look like that?" I nodded, wondering how she could think I looked as fantastic as she did. "Okay, slide out, darling, I need to do something." I pulled my dick out of her, wondering sadly what she meant. She reached behind her in one of those impossible movements that women do, and pulled a towel up. She put it between us, wrapping my now-slightly sore penis in it. Then she pulled me close again. "Just to make sure we don't have any super sperm running across the sheets," she murmured in my ear. "God, you're so fantastic..." I wanted to be, so I let her tell me these things, while telling her the truth about her when I could fit it in. *** 01:24 23 Nov "Want to help me take a shower?" she asked impishly. "Huh?" I was almost asleep in her arms. "We smell a little too much like sex, lover mine, so we need to clean up in case Mom comes home." *Lover mine,* I thought dreamily. *Jeez, we really did have sex...* "Come on," she urged, and slipped out of bed. "Ohhhh, no, I'm all nice and warm and comfy, please..." *** 01:26 23 Nov I stared at myself in the mirror. "God, I look like shit," I said without thinking. The makeup I had on was smeared all to hell and back, and my hair was in a similar state. And was that a _bite mark_ on my arm? When did I get that? "No kidding," she said. "Now come on and take all that stuff off." "Ahh," I said in relief, until I realized that I would now be naked in front of my girlfriend. With the lights on. Even a nightgown might be better than that. Maybe. And I was _still_ wearing a wig. And makeup. "Um, you go ahead, I'll take one after you." She walked over to me and gave me a deep kiss, then bent down suddenly and tried to flip the nightgown over my head. "Hey!" "Well, take it off! Come on, I wanna go to sleep too. Stop dorking around." I took a deep breath, and swam my way out of the gown, half expecting her to start giggling at any moment. When I could see again, she was just mentioning for me to turn around. I did, and she ordered, "Slip the underwear off," as she popped the bra hooks and expertly caught the gel bags before they could do more than sag. I nervously slipped my thumbs into the panties and shucked them down my legs. *Jeez, I hope she likes me, I mean, she had sex with me,* a momentary pause in my thoughts as my soul sang at that, *but will she still like me if she sees me completely naked?* The song of my soul ended as paranoia ripped the needle across the tracks. "Come on, get in," she ordered, turning the water on. When I didn't move right away, she turned to look at me. A curious expression crossed her face. "You're not feeling shy, are you?" I was going to deny it, but she crowed, "Oh, you are! Silly." She took my hand away from my crotch, and pulled me into the tub, not looking at anything but my face. "I have no complaints," she said gently, rubbing the tops of my shoulders. "So don't you worry. You're fine. Oh so fine, and mine all miiiine," she sang as she turned around and turned the showerhead on. I didn't know why I was worried. Especially with Debbie naked in front of me. *** 01:29 23 Nov "Condom," she gasped. "What?" I was busy exploring her neck. It was a lovely neck... "Condom on the counter, get it, quick, please..." I quickly got it and slipped it on myself. By myself. "Get back in here!" she ordered. I got. *** 01:37 23 Nov "I thought you were supposed to do this standing up in a shower," I said as we slid down into the warm water. "I can't stand up when I'm like this," she growled, then eeled over my legs and grabbed my dick and slid up onto it all in one motion. _Her_ legs went up around _my_ neck. "Jesus!" "Let's _go_, lover!" she commanded. We went. At least this time I could see sort of what was going on. God, this was fascinating... *** 01:41 23 Nov I thought she was going to break my neck when she came, because her feet locked behind my head, and she pulled as she gasped and thrashed. God, I really thought she was the most fantastically beautiful thing I'd ever seen when she came. I told her that, when she could hear me again. "Nnnnn," she said, and smiled. Then she said, "Your turn." My turn. *My turn!* *** 01:46 23 Nov "Debbie, I, ah, ah-" I gasped. "Fuck me hard!" she snarled at me, and that toppled me over the edge, like she'd intended. When I finished thrashing, I realized how much my back hurt where the tub nozzle had been poking me in the back, not to mention the claw marks and muscle strains and that bite on my arm, which matched the new one on my hand... "God, you look beautiful when you do that," she whispered. "So do you." She really did. *** 01:49 23 Nov "The water's getting cold," I observed. "Yeah," she sighed. "Maybe we should take a shower." We both laughed. "I think that's it for a while," I said. "At least on my side..." "Yeah," she yawned as she carefully disentangled herself from me. "I think I want to get warm and then snuggle up to you for a few hours at least." She slid out of the tub before she got up, then offered me a hand. "Yeah....Debbie?" "Mmmm?" She got back in the tub and pulled the curtain shut again. "Pinch me?" I meant it sort of rhetorically, but she did it for real. Right on the butt, too. "Aiiee!" I said in surprise. "Nope, you're awake," she determined. Then she turned the water on. It was _cold_. We both shrieked as she put her hands over the shower head and I tried to turn it to face away from us. After it finally warmed up, she turned to face me. We were both panting from the shock, but she was smiling. "Fun, eh?" she asked. "Not the cold part," I said, and kissed her. "More awake than I wanted to be," I added, and she nodded. She wrapped her arms around me, and just hugged me for a while. I kissed her cheek when she finally pulled back. "Do my back?" she asked. "Anything, for you..." *** 01:55 23 Nov "You look pretty in that gown," she commented as she rearranged the wig hair. "Not half as pretty as you'd look in it, you know," I said back. She kissed me in lieu of a verbal answer. "I think I'm ready for a long winter's nap, how 'bout you?" she asked. I was going to protest, but I yawned so hard I couldn't say anything for a while. "Yeah, that's what I thought," she commented, giggling, and led me over to the bed. This time, she turned down the covers, and motioned for me to slide in first. After we were both in, she pressed right up against me, and gave me a gentle kiss or five before she reached back and turned off the light. *** 03:41 23 Nov I heard someone open the door, so I pushed myself up and looked around. It was Debbie's mom. "Go back to sleep," she murmured. "Hi, Mom," Debbie said sleepily, then rolled over. "Hi, kiddo. You two go back to sleep now." I dropped back down and did what she said. God, Debbie was so warm and soft... *** "Wrap that rascal!" TS Tip #5: If you find decent shoes in your size at a reasonable price, buy them all. You don't need to eat - you need to lose weight anyway. 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