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I'll Make it a Date, Part Six
Chapter 1
As always, Monday morning rolled around all too quickly. I had dreamed
of Tabitha a couple of times during the night. After the second dream,
very early in the morning, I had to take care of my raging erection. I
needed only to review some of my activities from the day before to get
the job done quickly. I slept like a rock after that. I had breakfast
with mom and dad, then headed out of the house for the drive to Tim's
and to school.
I write "Tim's" because I had to make every effort to think of him and
refer to him by his real name. There was no way I would reveal any of
our secrets to anyone other than his parents. High school kids can be
hyper-alert to anything out of the ordinary. To call Tim "Tabitha" or
"Tabby" would be a terrible mistake. I hoped he felt the same way.
When I arrived at Tim's house he was waiting outside. There was no trace
of Tabitha now, only a teen boy in jeans and a sweatshirt and jacket. A
book bag hung from his shoulder. His hair was blown by a moderate wind.
Tim smiled as the car rolled to a stop. He climbed in and sat at an
angle, his back against the door. Tim put the book bag in the back seat.
"So," he said, grinning, "how was your evening?"
"It was okay," I replied, flatly.
"Did you miss me?" Tim kept his gaze fixed on my eyes.
"Of course I missed you. You know that." I tried not to look at him.
Doing so would only excite me, and I didn't want to have to walk across
the school parking lot with a boner. I also didn't want to encourage him
to be lovey-dovey with me in public.
Tim seemed to read my mind. He shifted to keep his body straight ahead.
"You don't have to worry about me," he said. "I won't say a word and I
won't even look at you, if that's what you want."
I couldn't help but look at him. "It's not what I want. Don't say it
that way. We can talk and we can walk together just as we always do. We
just cannot let on that there's anything special about our friendship."
I decided to break my own rule. I reached over and put my hand against
his leg. "I love you, Tabby. You know that. With all of my heart."
Tim put his hand over mine for just a few seconds. He lowered his head
and dropped a tear or two. "Why can't we just be who we are?" he said.
Then he withdrew his hand, lifted his head and cleared his throat. Tim
smiled. "We still have the weekends, don't we?"
I put both hands back on the wheel. "Of course," I said. "And it really
won't be long before I have a place of my own where we can be together
more than that. We just have to be patient."
I parked the car and we walked into the school as though nothing out of
the ordinary had ever happened between us. My routine began. Home room.
Psychology. Social Science. Then Spanish. I arrived before Tim and took
my seat. I really longed to see him again. I honestly loved him more
than I can say. I loved him and I loved Tabitha. If he never dressed
again, I'd still love and desire him. The fact that he could become such
a beautiful young woman was just icing on the cake.
Tim entered the classroom and made his way back to his seat. He nodded
at me before he sat down. Nothing unusual. I watched him pull his book
and notebook out of the book bag. Tim was small enough to be able cross
his legs under the desk, and he did so now. He started swinging his left
foot absently. Dammit. I started getting hard. The temptress in him knew
how to provoke me. Tim was chewing on the cap end of his pen. He very
casually turned his head to the right and looked at me from the corner
of his eye. I swore I saw the edge of his mouth curl upward.
Our little unspoken moment was interrupted by the first of seemingly
endless call and repeat exchanges led by the teacher. All of us, in
turn, were called upon to answer questions and then ask them of other
students. I hated every second of it. When it was Tim's turn, he asked
the girl in front of me "Did you have a good weekend?" in his nearly
flawless Spanish. I guessed he had picked up a lot of it in California.
Mine was a whole lot worse. The class plodded on and I learned
absolutely nothing of value from it. I was very relieved when the
closing bell rang.
As we all stood and gathered our things, I was approached by a girl
named Pam, who was also a senior. She was a bit taller than Tim, and she
had raven black hair and really pretty brown eyes. Pam was not known to
be dating anyone and she largely kept to herself. I had in years past
considered asking her out, but we had never dated. Now, in the
classroom, she stopped by my desk.
"Hey, Greg," Pam said with a very nice smile.
"Hey." I said. What I would normally have taken as an opportunity, I now
saw as a problem. I must admit that I was not entirely friendly to her.
I saw Tim stop by the door and watch us.
Pam was obviously pretty nervous when she spoke. "I wondered if I could
come to your swim practice today," she said.
I shrugged. "It's open to everybody. You don't need an invitation from
me." I instantly regretted being mean to Pam, but I had one eye on Tim.
I saw Pam's smile fade and her eyes lower. "I'm sorry, Pam. I didn't
mean it that way. Of course you can come. I need all the support I can
get," I said.
She brightened and tapped my elbow. "Great," she said. "I'll see you
later."
I watched Pam pass Tim on her way out of the room. Tim broke into a big
smile and give me a wink. I purposely took my time getting my books in
order and left only after Tim did. I realized just how difficult my
secret love affair was going to be. I thought of the possibility of
dating a real girl just for show, but I didn't want to lead any of them
on. Neither did I want to hurt Tim at all, especially so early in our
relationship. This was going to be rough going.
Chapter 2
When I entered the pool gymnasium that afternoon I looked into the
bleachers. There sat Tim, next to Pamela, and the two of them were
waving at me. They talked to each other as they waved. What the hell? I
was a distracted swimmer in that session, and I earned myself punishment
laps from the coach as a result. Every time I looked over to the stands,
I saw Tim and Pam talking and laughing and carrying on as if they had
always been best friends. "Good," I thought with Tim in mind, "You ask
her out!" I was jealous of a boy, but for all the wrong reasons!
Practice ended and Pam approached me as I toweled off next to the pool.
"That was fun!" She said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Looks like you and Tim really hit it off." I
tried to hide my irritation.
Pam touched my elbow again. "Oh don't be worried. We were just talking
about you. I know he's a friend of yours and I want your friends to be
my friends."
I looked over to see a devilish grin on Tim's face. I felt my cheeks
burn. "Yeah, he's pretty cool," I said. "Real California surfer dude."
Pam laughed, then she coyly lowered her eyes and started to sway from
side to side. "Greg, do you have any plans for later?" She looked up at
me with those big brown eyes.
I looked at her, then at my secret lover. He nodded and suppressed a
laugh. I wanted to yell at him. Oh, hell with it. "Well," I said, "I
need to drive him home, then after that I'm free. You want to do
something?"
Pam nearly bounced. "Sure," she said. "I'd love to. What do you think?"
I shrugged, "How about the mall? We can go hang out and make fun of
people."
Pam laughed and playfully punched my arm. "You're terrible!" she said, a
bit too loudly.
"Great - six o'clock okay?" I asked.
"Fine - can you pick me up?" She was still swaying.
"Sure. I know your house, so I'll see you at six." I winked at her and
watched her skip out of the gymnasium.
I walked over to Tim. He had a broad, sarcastic grin. "I can walk home,
if you need to --" he started to say.
I cut him off. "Wait here. Don't move a muscle and stop smiling. I'll
take care of you in a minute."
Tim forced down his grin, but he crossed his legs and started swinging
his foot. "Okay, Greg," he said. "I'll be here."
I went to the locker room for a quick shower and change of clothes.
There was the usual banter between the guys on the team. One of them,
Pete, moved over by me and nudged me. "You goin' out with Pam?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. Nothing definite, yet."
"She's nice," he said. "She don't play games with you. That's what I
heard, anyway." He walked away.
I guessed that he had designs on Pam, and I wish I could have told him
to show up at her house at six, in my place. Shit. I started the day
with a lot on my mind, and now I had twice as much to think about. One
thing, however, was well ahead of the rest as I finished dressing. I
intended to take care of it ASAP.
Tim was in the same seat on the bleachers when I returned to walk with
him to the car. I didn't say a word until we were heading out of the
parking lot. He must have sensed a little bit of anger in me, as he
stared out his window in silence.
I spoke first. "When does your dad get back?" I asked.
Tim spoke into the window. "Wednesday, I think. Why?"
"Is your mom home?" My voice was stern.
"I don't know. You know how it is. She comes and goes." He looked at me
out of the corner of his eye. "What --"
I cut him off again. "Don't say anything. I don't want to talk, just
yet."
We returned to silence all the way to Tim's house. I got out of the car
and walked with him to his door. The door was locked, so it was likely
that we would be alone inside. Tim took out his keys and unlocked the
door.
"You coming in"?" he asked, slightly irritated.
"Just go in." I said. He did, and I followed. He closed the door behind
us.
As Tim turned around, I pinned him against the door and covered his
mouth with mine. Immediately, we kissed as hard as we had ever done. He
dropped his book bag and threw his arms around my neck. I mashed my
erection against his stomach and sucked on his tongue. Both of my hands
squeezed his ass. Then, breaking the kiss, I bent down at the knees and
lifted him over my left shoulder.
"What the hell?" Tim said, giggling.
"Shut up." I growled. He went limp and laughed as I carried him to the
stairs, then up to the second floor, and finally to his "boy" bedroom. I
kicked the door shut behind me and tossed Tim onto his bed. He bounced
and laughed and squealed.
Tim rolled onto his back and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Don't you want me to change?" he asked.
I was already pulling my shirt off and kicking off my shoes.
"Clothes...off...now!" I commanded.
Tim was naked as soon as I was. His penis was stiff and twitching, and
his eyes widened at the sight of my monster. I took him by the armpits
and lifted him until our mouths met again. He wrapped his legs around me
and hugged me as close as we could get. We kissed for several minutes,
then I lowered him down and held him still for a moment. "I'll be right
back," I said, "And when I get back, I want you on all fours."
Tim nodded, speechless. As I left the room, I looked back to see him
following my orders. I moved quickly to Tim's bathroom, where I picked
up a bottle of baby oil. On the way back to the bedroom, I poured a
small amount of oil onto my cock. I thought it might sizzle from the
heat I was generating. I smeared the oil over my member as I entered the
room. Tim was looking at me over his shoulder. I closed the door and
stepped up the bed.
I climbed up behind Tim and massaged the oil on my fingers into his
back. I placed my hands over his as I aligned my cock between his ass
cheeks. With my right hand I stroked myself and placed the head right at
Tim's anus. I gave a slight push and entered him. He gasped and shook
his head. I took both of his hands in mine and kissed his neck. He
turned and kissed me on the mouth. I pushed myself further into him. Tim
squealed as I groaned. I was in completely.
The rhythmic thrusts now began. I grunted with each one and Tim moaned
and squealed his pleasure. I thought of him as my boy friend at that
point. Not "boyfriend," just as a boy who was submitting completely to
my lust. I was fucking a boy, not Tabitha. I wanted to dominate him
completely, in each one of his personalities. These thoughts increased
my sexual fervor.
I felt Tim's right hand leave mine and knew that he was stroking himself
to orgasm. When his anal muscles contracted as he came, I ejaculated. It
was one of my best. I straightened up and held Tim's waist as I pumped
the last of my semen into him. His head fell to the pillow and I
carefully lowered myself onto my back, rolling him on top of me. My cock
slipped out of Tim's ass and he turned over to face me. We kissed and
gazed at each other.
"Now," I said, "what was that all about at the pool?"
Tim turned his head to the side and laid it on my chest. "Oh," he
breathed, "she just wanted to know all about you. What did I know? What
did I think you thought of her - all that stuff. Nothing major."
I stroked his hair. "What did you say?"
"Just that we were friends. I said I didn't know who you liked or didn't
like. I didn't want to encourage her." He chuckled. "I hate
competition."
"Don't worry," I said. "There is none. You've got me." I felt his hand
cup and lightly squeeze my balls. "Seriously! I'll take her to the mall
tonight, then we'll come straight home. I'll figure out a way to let her
know I'm not interested."
Tim shook his head. "It's okay. You need a real girlfriend. People
inschool will talk if you don't."
"Fuck 'people.'" I said. "I'll be out of there soon and it's a whole new
ball game, then. Nobody will give a damn after that."
"For you, yeah." Tim faced me again. "I've got two more years of this
shit, don't forget."
"We'll get through it," I said, and kissed him. "Now, let's get cleaned
up."
We walked, hand in hand, to Tim's bathroom and shared a hot shower. I
was aroused fully by the end of it - Tim washed every inch of me before
he did himself - and ready for more action. Tim kept me at arm's length
though, which bothered me a little. As we toweled off, I asked him what
was wrong.
"I need to be Tabby," he said. "That's all. You go back to my room and
I'll meet you there in a minute or two."
We split up and I returned to his room. I had an hour until I needed to
get home, to prepare for my date with Pam. I dressed and tried not to
think of how I would handle myself with a real girl. I had no desire to
go through with it, but - as they say - it seemed like a good idea at
the time. It might give Tim and me some cover. My thoughts were
interrupted when the door opened.
Tabitha was back. She wore a pretty, flower-print dress and straw-soled
sandals with a a high, solid heel. The straps of the sandals wrapped
around her calves and looked very sexy. She wore no makeup. No lipstick.
Tabby twirled for me and walked to where I sat. "Miss me?" She said as
she sat on my lap.
I kissed her. "What do you think?" I ran my hands over her back and her
thigh. "I think I'll stay here for awhile." I was serious.
Tabby placed a finger against my lips. "No. None of that talk," she
said. "You made a commitment and you have to keep it. You need to be a
gentleman."
"Hell with that," I growled. "I can be a gentleman with you. I don't
want to leave you alone."
"No - you can't let Pam down. She really likes you. Just be a friend to
her." Tabby then rocked her butt on my hard dick. "And don't let that
thing do your thinking for you!"
"Well," I said, slowly, "You could help as far as that goes..."
Tabby didn't need anymore encouragement. After a long wet kiss, she
slipped down into a crouch and unbuttoned my jeans. She watched my eyes
as she unzipped me and pulled out my cock from my shorts. Tabby started
with the shaft and worked her way down to the balls, both of which then
got some attention. She worked back up to the head and kissed all around
it. I was leaning back on my hands and letting her work without help.
Tabby knew what to do. Her tongue found the spot just below the head, on
the underside, and gave it a few good licks while her hands pumped me. I
blew a big load all over her face. She just had time to close her eyes.
It didn't stop her from pumping and licking, until I wilted enough for
her to return everything back to where it needed to be. I grabbed a few
tissues from her bed stand for Tabby to clean her face. She waved them
off.
My darling then used her index finger and thumb to clean the semen
splotches and rivulets from her face. She guided all of the fluid into
her mouth and ate it all. It took a little doing on her part, but pretty
quickly, Tabby's face was clean. She did use a tissue to finish the job,
but she ate nearly all of my load. I tasted a bit of it when I kissed
her again.
We sat there for about ten minutes. Tabitha took back her place on my
lap and I held her close. We didn't speak. We kissed a few times, but
most of the time we just looked at each other and smiled. She had one
arm around my back and the other on my shoulder. We might as well have
been one person. I'm sure our heartbeats and our breathing were in
perfect synch. Regrettably, I ran out of time. I had to get home, if
only just to leave again. I bade Tabby good night with a last kiss, and
she followed me down to the front door. Her mother had not yet returned.
Chapter 3
I managed to have a good time with Pam that night. We went to the
shopping mall and ate at a Chinese restaurant inside, then window
shopped and commented on everyone we saw. She met a few girlfriends of
hers and they seemed happy to see her out with me. I had to deflect a
lot of questions about what was going on between Pam and me. I must have
seemed a bit distracted, and a couple of times she caught me daydreaming
as she asked me questions. I was thinking of the sex I had just had, a
couple of hours before, with Tim and Tabitha. If she was annoyed by my
absent-mindedness, she hid it well.
By eight o'clock I was ready to go home, but I hung on until nine, just
for the sake of appearing to enjoy myself. The night was unusually warm
for late November, so we took a long walk through the park next to the
mall. We talked about the usual subjects and shared a few laughs. I
noticed that she bumped into me a little more than was necessary. I made
a point of not even getting close to holding her hand. The walk came to
an end with no real physical contact between us. I opened her door when
it was time to leave. Pam leaned into me and gave me a quick peck on the
cheek, then waited for me to return it. I patted her on the back as I
pulled away.
The ride to her house was quiet, though she smiled and twirled a lock of
her hair. I was sorely tempted to give her the "You're a nice girl,
but..." talk; the one that guys usually receive from uninterested women.
I just couldn't bring myself to do it. At her house, I walked Pam to her
door and told her I'd had a great time. She bit her lip and rocked on
her heels for a second. Like a dope, I gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek and a squeeze on her forearm. She giggled, then went inside.
What had I done? Jesus! I just wanted to do her the courtesy of showing
her a good time - nothing special - and now I was convinced that she was
falling for me. That could not happen. At least, I could not encourage
her any further in that direction. So why the hell did kiss her, then?
Shit. I should have been happy, or mildly amused, on the way home, but
now I was upset and dreading the thought of going back to school in the
morning. I went to bed with a black cloud over me.
I think that readers of my story - mine and Tabitha's - can understand
my depression that night. Not just that night; every day for years. I
was a young man who appeared to be perfectly normal. I had never been in
trouble and I tried to go out of my way to do the right thing for others
whenever I could. I was an athlete, but I had none of the jock habits or
mentality. In spite of that, I would have been labeled a freak if my
true relationship with Tabitha was ever revealed.
I could hear the slurs: "Faggot," "Queer," "Homo" - you know the list.
I'm sure you can hear the taunts and the feel the shoves. Perhaps even
the punches. I could walk hand in hand through a park at night with a
girl and have no fears at all, but to do so with a boy who was, except
for a small bit of flesh, a girl was out of the question. All of the
normal activities young couples took for granted were forbidden to us.
We could have sex, of course, and it was great. I just wanted to show
everyone that I had found the love of my life, and that she was as
gorgeous and likeable as anyone else in town. I admit that I shed a
couple of tears as I lay in bed. I stared at the ceiling and saw
Tabitha's face. I reached up to touch it.
I don't know how long I remained awake that night. The alarm caught me
by surprise when it rang. I felt somewhat less depressed that morning.
Breakfast and coffee helped. Mom and dad were curiously quiet, but I
didn't mind. We all ate breakfast in our own secret worlds, and then I
was gone.
Tim met me outside again and we had a ride to school that was not much
different from the ones we had taken before we became a couple. He
didn't say a word about the day or the night before. I volunteered
nothing. I was happy that things, so far that day, were turning out
better than I had anticipated.
There was no Spanish class that day. I had a P.E. Class instead and a
free period in addition to my normal schedule. I did my tutoring
sessions after lunch. Nothing out of the ordinary. I ran into Pam in the
hallways a couple of times, and she took me aside in the afternoon to
thank me for the nice time she'd had with me. I told her that I had
enjoyed it, but then I faked a urgent need to be elsewhere. I didn't say
anything about a second date.
I saw Tim in the cafeteria as I was leaving my lunch period. He was
talking to one of the A/V club geeks who seriously lacked friends. Tim
had always been friendly to him, and shared his table at lunch. I waved
at Tim as I left the room and he nodded to me. It was so unreal to think
that he had been on all fours beneath me such a short time ago, taking
all of my manhood inside him. I had to carry my books in front of my
crotch for a while.
The school day ended and I met Tim at my car. As we were getting in I
heard a voice calling my name. I saw Pam jogging toward me. Tim
snickered and covered his mouth with his hand. Pam was out of breath
when she reached the car. She carried a plastic container in one hand.
"Greg - I'm glad I caught you," she said. She took a moment to catch her
breath. "Cupcakes for you. Tim can have one if he wants it, but I made
them for you. They're chocolate with white icing. I hope you like them."
She handed me the container.
I politely thanked her and told her I'd see her later. I put the
cupcakes in the car and sat down. I watched Pam jog back toward her car.
Tim started the playground song: "Gregory and Pamela, sittin' in a
tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."
I glared at him and started the car. He drew up into himself as if to
shield against a blow, and laughed heartily. I had to laugh, as well.
Life is funny, sometimes.
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