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I'll Make it a Date, Part Ten
Chapter One
This is Greg again. Even now, I fall in love with Tabby all over again
when I read her story. I hoped she would not be afraid to express her
emotions, and she wasn't. I feel a little guilty about pressing her on it,
but it was important to me that you know how seriously she takes being a
young woman. There really is no way that anyone would know - meeting her -
she was not born a girl.
I guess I left the story at the evening when I had my walk with Steve and
got his permission to be Tabby's boyfriend. I'm still amazed that he said
yes to everything. He is a big, tough-looking guy, and he's not the kind
of person you'd want to piss off. After that night, I was only worried
that Tabby and me might break up! But it was nice to have our own safe
haven where we could be exactly what, and who, we wanted to be.
Before our next Spanish class, I took Tim aside in the hallway. I spoke in
a quiet voice. "I may need your help."
He smiled, knowingly. "Don't worry. She'll give you all the signals, but
she won't say anything. It's your move."
That didn't help. "I freakin' kissed her!" I hissed. "I mean, not on the
lips, but...you know..."
Tim shrugged. "Just be a man. Act like nothing happened, but be nice to
her. After a couple of days of that, she'll give up hope. Trust me."
We were rapidly running out of time, so I led the way into the classroom
and tried to avoid looking at Pam. She was sitting on her desk and talking
to one of her friends. I gave her a slight nod of the head when I reached
my desk. She smiled and giggled and fidgeted with her hair. I sat down and
watched Tim grin like a cat with a mouse in its belly. I glared at him. He
shrugged and sat down. I saw his left leg cross the right and start
swinging. Tim put the end of a pen in his mouth and, as naturally as you
please, he slowly turned his head toward me. I had to shift myself to
accommodate my growing dick. I felt a tap on my back. I turned and saw Pam
right behind me. She dropped a folded note on my lap, then returned to her
desk.
As the class began, I unfolded the note. There was a big smiley face at
the top, with sun rays trailing off in all directions. Three simple lines
in ball-point ink formed the message: "My turn! Will you go to a movie
with me? You pick." Underneath the lines was a big "P" with a pair of eyes
inside the loop. I froze in my seat. Shit. I didn't even hear my name
being called, until the third time.
"Greg!" Mrs. Rodriguez's voice snapped me out of my spell.
I crumbled up the note and answered, "Sorry. What was it?"
Mrs. Rodriguez walked down the aisle toward me. "May I see it?" she asked.
Oh, come on, Mrs. R! I'm a senior! I'll be gone in six months. Don't do
this to me. "It's nothing," I said.
She wasn't having it. "Well, it seems to be more important than answering
my question. I'd like to know what's more important than what I'm saying."
She held out her hand and gave me a severe look. I gave her the note. She
read it and gave a brief smile. "Well, you lucky man."
The other students laughed at this. I wanted to shrink into the floor. Tim
watched me and fought back a laugh.
Mrs. Rodriguez handed me back the note. "I won't read it aloud, Gregory.
This time. Next time, YOU get to read it to the class. Okay?"
"Yes ma'am." I felt the eyes of my classmates bore through me. I put the
note in my jeans pocket. Mrs. Rodriguez asked me a few unrelated questions
in Spanish, and I answered them correctly. She returned to the front of
the room.
At the end of class, Pam was hovering over me before I could get out from
under my desk. She apologized for the note. I assured her it was no big
deal. She waited for my answer to her question. I kept one eye on her and
another on Tim, who lingered just a moment or two by his desk. I told Pam
that I would have to get back to her. I said that I wasn't sure if I would
have to stay longer at swim practice that week. Her smile disappeared at
that, but she told me it was okay, and that the particular day of the date
didn't matter. She told me to call her when I knew for sure. Pam wrote her
phone number on a scrap of notebook paper and gave it to me. She left the
room. Tim was close behind her. I asked him to wait for me.
I walked with Tim into the hallway and pulled him aside again. We both had
a study period at that time, so we weren't expected to be anywhere right
away. "Come with me," I said. Tim followed me to the rest room. I checked
the stalls for other guys and found none. Tim waited by the row of sinks.
I returned to him and slipped my arms around his back. We began a long,
passionate kiss. Tim sat on the edge of a sink and wrapped his right lag
around me. I pushed him back until his head rested against the mirror.
"I love you so much," I said between kisses. "You have no idea."
Tim giggled. "I know. I'm sorry it puts you in a spot." More kisses. "Why
don't you stay with me a while this evening? We can talk about it."
I mashed my erection against his jeans. "I don't know if I really want to
talk..."
Tim laughed and pushed me away. "Careful, sweetheart. This isn't a good
time." He stood up and smoothed his hair. His face was flush with lust -
I'd seen that look before. "I really want to satisfy you right here and
now. Believe me. But if you can wait just a few hours..." Tim winked and
licked his lips. I nearly came in my jeans.
"I will," I said in a ragged voice. "I'll wait, but it's gonna be hard."
Tim reached down and gave my bulge a squeeze. "Oh, I'm sure of that."
We kissed again, then took a moment to compose ourselves.
Chapter 2
When Tim and I reached his home that afternoon we saw that both of his
parents were out. A note on the kitchen table told us that Laura and Steve
would not be back until late. I immediately called my mom to tell her I
would be at Tim's for a few hours. Then the two of us raced up to
Tabitha's room. Once there, he told me to strip and go run a bath for the
two of us. I was out of my clothes in a flash and in the bathroom within a
minute. Tim was taking off his jeans as I left the room.
I loved that bathtub of Tabby's! I would have come over just to enjoy it
solo. The prospect of having my kitten with me in the steamy water made it
twice as good. I leaned back against the side of the tub and closed my
eyes. The steam opened my sinuses and soothed all of my muscles at once.
I heard the door open and I looked up to see an amazing sight. Tabby had
put on the tiniest bikini imaginable. The entire thing looked like three
tiny triangles of shiny cloth held together with dental floss. The top
triangles barely covered her nipples. The triangle covering her privates
was tented, revealing a glimpse of what lay underneath. Tabby wore a pair
of wedge sandals that lifted her heels about three inches. Her perfect
legs benefited from the tension and her butt stuck out just right. I asked
her to turn and she did. I could not imagine her walking along the beach
in that get-up. I mean, I could, but I'd be a jealous wreck from watching
every guy for miles ogle her.
"My god," I said, "you are too much. You are just..."
Tabby walked to the edge of the tub. I have to say again how perfect her
legs looked. They were proportioned exactly right for her height and
weight. She even had a little womanly gap between her thighs. I thought
that if she lost a few pounds her legs would be too skinny, but she could
easily add weight and it would go to all the right places. I knew better
than to say that to her, though. Tabby sat on the edge of the tub and ran
her hand over my hair.
"You know," she said, "when I daydream I picture myself wearing this
outfit for you. We're on a beach somewhere by ourselves, and I walk out
from a cabana wearing just this. You're on a blanket, watching me and I
see how excited you get right away." Tabby stood. "Then I reach behind
me," she did, "and do this." With a tug of her hand she untied the bikini
top and let it fall. "Do you like that?"
I moaned my reply. I half expected my dick to leap out of the water like a
dolphin.
Tabby continued: "I start doing a little dance to entice you." She started
gyrating and running her hands up her body. She pulled up her in both
hands and let it fall. She did a complete turn. "Then, I do this..." Tabby
untied her bikini bottom and let it fall. She was as stiff as I was. She
kept doing a little dance for me.
I had to say something. "I need you in here, now."
Tabby giggled and removed both shoes. "Right now?" She asked seductively.
I answered by taking her hand and pulling her toward me. She stepped into
the tub and - either by accident or not - slipped and fell into me. We
both laughed and then started kissing.
We might as well have been making a meal of each others faces. I kissed
her mouth and her nose and her eyelids. She licked my lips and my ear
lobes. We licked our tongues together and sucked on them alternately. She
straddled my legs, and her little penis rubbed along mine. I think we both
decided that nothing could be better than kissing and rubbing, so we set a
rhythm of both until we climaxed together and left a little pool of semen
in the water. We then embraced for quite a long time, until we got our
breath and our heartbeats back to semi-normal.
Tabby was just so damned beautiful. I know I probably say it every time I
write one of the parts of the story, but I have to stress just how pretty
she is. Her delicate facial features all formed a vision of feminine
loveliness. I honestly could have spent hours just looking into her eyes
and delighting in their intricacy. There, in the tub, she sat cross-wise
on my lap with her arms around my neck. Every now and then she would touch
my face or rub my shoulders. She was as soft as I was muscled. My hands
traced every curve of her body and her legs.
We cleaned ourselves and drained the tub. Back in Tabby's room I laid down
on the bed and watched her put away the bikini set. She told me to remain
on the bed until she was finished in the closet. Tabby always had a cute
way of stating the obvious. Where would I go? It wasn't like I had any
intention of running naked out of the house. She walked into the closet
and closed the door.
As much as I wanted to think solely of Tabby, and what I might expect when
she reemerged, I found Pam butting into my thoughts. I had to resolve that
mess one way or the other. It would be nice to have her as a friend, but
there was no way I was going to cheat on Tabby. Besides, if I showed Pam
any interest, I knew that she would want to be around me all the time.
That wouldn't work.
Tabby reappeared, dressed in a tight-fitting black dress that looked to be
made of a soft, thick material. I don't know what it was called, but it
looked very nice on her. Very snug. The dress was sleeveless and pretty
short; the hem reached to about mid-thigh. Tabby had on black stockings
and high-heeled, calf-height boots. I had a model before me. She did a
little catwalk show for me, smiling all the way. I applauded her and she
bowed. I wanted her on the bed with me, but she said her makeup had to
come next.
"I need to come next!" I responded.
Tabby shook her head and sat at the dressing table. I watched, fascinated,
as she added the little touches that enhanced her exquisite looks. Never
once have I seen her overdo it. I think Laura was a great teacher for
Tabby. So many of the girls at school slathered the makeup on with a
trowel and looked like circus clowns. Tabby finished by placing a drop of
perfume on her neck with her wrists, and adding earrings and a necklace to
her ensemble. She stood and faced me.
"Incredible," I said.
She smiled. "Now, my love, do you want to have dinner in bed, or at the
table?"
I sat up, then stood and stepped over to her. I was ready for action
again. Tabby placed her palms against my stomach. "Easy, now. We need to
eat first. I want to be a good hostess for you."
I took her hand and held it against my stiff rod. "Baby, we need to do
something about this, first..." I gave her my best soulful look.
Tabby shook her head in mock disgust. "You men..." she muttered. Then she
squatted and pulled me close. Her mouth enclosed my cock head and her
tongue started swirling around it. I took hold of one of the bedposts as
Tabby took hold of my shaft with both hands. I watched her as she worked
at giving me pleasure. Every now and then she would look at my eyes and
give me a smile. She made a lot of noise as she licked and sucked. She
knew I liked that. Finally, after a few minutes of attention, my dick
swelled further and Tabby took as much of it in her mouth as she could.
Both of her tiny hands stroked the shaft. I blasted her mouth with jet
after jet of cum. She held it all, then swallowed. She ended by licking me
clean. We didn't kiss - she didn't want to mar her lipstick. I dressed and
we went to the kitchen for dinner.
Chapter 3
I sat at the kitchen table and watched Tabitha as she prepared a big
chicken Caesar salad for the two of us. It was so sweet to hear her hum as
she worked. Every now and then Tabby would turn and give me a smile that
melted my heart. Twice, she brought spoonfuls of the salad dressing for me
to taste. It was delicious. I knew I would have a very satisfying dining
future ahead of me. When the salad was ready to serve, I set our places
for us and took a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator. We sat and
started eating.
I'll always remember that meal. It was our first proper meal alone as a
man and his woman. Breakfast in bed was great, of course, but this was
something special. It felt as natural as anything I'd ever done before.
Tabby chatted about everything that was on her mind. We laughed and went
over the things that amused us about school. I was enchanted by her looks
and the way her jewelry seemed to sparkle extra brightly under the glow of
the overhead light fixture. Tabby seemed to take great pleasure from
seeing me eat as much as I did. She ate very little, but kept placing more
on my plate.
When we finished the meal I helped with the dishes. We continued our
conversation about anything and everything. Pamela never intruded, thank
god. After we finished cleaning, I did give Tabby one long kiss. She
enjoyed it as much as I did. We walked hand in hand to the living room.
After we were seated, Tabby brought up the subject of my other
"girlfriend." "You know," Tabby said, "maybe it wouldn't be such a bad
thing if you did date Pam." I immediately shook my head and started to
speak, but she cut me off. "Hear me out, Greg. Sooner or later, people are
going to talk. You're over here all the time. You're a senior hanging out
with a sophomore. That's unusual. Maybe they already think something's up
with us. You can't go a whole school year without a real date with a real
girl."
I didn't know quite what to say. "I can't do it," I said. "I can't be
untrue to you. I won't cheat on you. I did what I did just to be nice to
her, but that was just a one-time thing. Besides that, your dad would kill
me if he thought I was getting serious about anybody else."
"You don't think daddy would understand if I told him?" Tabby gave me a
puzzled look. "I have him wrapped around my little finger. He knows how
hard it is for us."
I was firm. "No. I'm not doing it. I'm going to tell her tomorrow that I
can't go out with her again. I don't care how big of a crush she has.
Nothing's ever going to happen between us."
"Then what about us? How do we keep it a secret?" Tabby squeezed my hand.
"I know you love me with all your heart. I love you just as much. I don't
want either of us to get in trouble because of it."
I pulled her closer. "I know, my love. At least I'll be free to do as I
please in a few months. Just think about it - we won't have a bunch of
nosy kids around us, then."
Tabby shook her head. "You won't. I've got two more years, remember? How
do I explain my situation?"
A thought occurred to me. "Does anybody really care about us? I mean, what
if we just hang back and shut out everybody else? Just do our own thing
and let them talk. I don't need a crowd to hang with as long as I have
you. Do you know what I mean? I don't hang around with anybody else,
anyway."
Tabby gave it some thought. "Just be loners? I guess. But it's gonna be so
lonely without you. All day long there...nobody to talk to? You know
they're gonna pick on me."
I bridled at the thought. "Nobody's gonna pick on you. If they do, you
tell me."
Tabby gave me a look. "And you'll do what? Drive over from college and
beat somebody up? Tell them that I'm your...I don't know...your special
friend? C'mon..."
I sat back and felt awfully frustrated. There had to be a solution for us.
Some way to continue our relationship without drawing attention to
ourselves. Yet I had no other ideas. Looking back, it seems almost silly
that we took it so seriously. I'm sure very few of our classmates gave a
damn about what we did in our down time. But being kids, we believed the
spotlight was on us all the time. Our added complications magnified our
worries.
I pulled Tabby in for some more kissing. I was not going to waste time
alone with her by talking all night long. I think we both remembered, at
the same time, our rule about keeping the intimate contact upstairs. We
stood and walked, hand-in-hand, to the bedroom.
I closed the door and Tabby held out her arms for another embrace. I
obliged her. More kissing followed. I was addicted to her mouth. I put my
hands under her butt and she hopped, placing her legs around my hips. I
held her there for a long time as we kissed as passionately as ever. I
walked Tabby over to the bed and laid her down on her back. I pulled up
her dress, revealing her thigh high stockings and her black lace panties.
She lifted herself a little so that I could move the dress up further. I
then slipped my hands under the dress and under her bra so that I could
palm her nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed. I pulled off her
panties.
Tabby kept lubricant in the nightstand and now, after I undressed quickly,
I took out the tube and prepared myself. She watched with a dreamy smile.
I scooted her a little further across the bed, then placed a pillow under
the small of her back. I leaned in to kiss her, then guided my cock into
her. Her legs crossed my back and pulled me forward. I needed no urging.
Tabby came first, then I did. She sat up and removed her dress and bra,
but kept the stockings and heels on. She then curled up next to me. We
fell asleep for about an hour.
The evening raced by. We smooched for a time and just held each other for
another hour or so. We said very little. I was content to hear Tabby's
breathing and feel her body against me. Then it was time to go. Tabby put
a robe on over her stockings and boots and walked me to the front door. We
kissed for the last time before I left the house. It took all of my
willpower to let her go. The sight of her legs and the boots was exciting
me again. But I did manage to make it to the car and drive myself home.
Chapter Four
As I walked across the school parking lot with Tim the next morning, I saw
Pam walking quickly toward me. "Shit," I muttered. Tim veered off and
quickened his pace. Gee thanks, pal, I thought. Pam moved in beside me.
"Hi," she said with a big smile. "I saw you driving home last night. I
wondered if you saw me?"
I hadn't. "No, I don't pay much attention to who's out, honestly."
She pressed on. "I was thinking, if you don't want to go to the movies,
that's fine. We could go to the mall again. Or I could make dinner for you
at my house. Anything you want to do, I'm game." She wasn't making this
any easier for me.
"I tell you what, Pam, can you meet me here when we get out?" I tried to
put a little annoyance in my voice, but it appeared not to be taken that
way.
Pam touched my elbow and said, "Sure! I'll see you then!" We were at the
door. I held it for her and she disappeared into a crowd of students. I
walked to my home room.
The day was nothing out of the ordinary. I saw Tim a couple of times in
the hallway and Pam managed to be nearby wherever I found myself. We
traded smiles and a few words twice. I had a rough idea of what I wanted
to tell her later. I rehearsed the speech throughout the day. I hope I
could keep it all straight when it was time to face her.
The afternoon bell rang and, as usual, I met Tim by the front door. "Hey,"
I said, "can you give me about fifteen minutes alone?"
"Sure," he replied. "What's up?"
I shook my head. "I told Pam to meet me out there now. I have to get her
off my back, once and for all."
Tim nodded. "Just go easy on her. Don't be harsh. I think she's in love
with you, already."
"Fuck." I muttered. "You sure?"
"Yeah. She talked to me at lunch time. She even sat at my table. She had a
million questions. She thinks you two are gonna go steady."
That was all I needed to hear. "Well, I'll be as kind as I can be. Wish me
luck."
Tim gave me a thumbs-up and walked out the door. I saw him turn away from
our usual path. I steeled myself and walked outside. When I reached my car
I turned to see Pam narrowing the distance between us. "Hi," I said.
She stopped next to me and leaned against the car. "Hey. What did you want
to talk about?"
I took a deep breath. "You and me."
"Okay. What about you and me?" Pam was fighting a laugh.
"I think you may have the wrong idea about me." I saw her smile fade.
"Listen, I like you a lot. You're pretty and your a lot of fun to be
with."
Pam edged away a little. "But you don't want to go out with me, right?"
I shook my head. "I would, if things were different. But it's just that
there's someone else. I've been seeing her for a little while...you don't
know her..."
Pam lowered her head, then looked at me. "I think I know who it is." A
tear was starting to form in each eye. "And it's okay. You don't have to
apologize."
I was confused. "How would you know - "
Pam wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. Her voice was a little
ragged. "I had my suspicions, but now I know. It's Timmy, isn't it?"
I was blindsided. I stuttered and managed to say "That's...are you kidding
me? I'm not gay."
"Greg, I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't want to get you in trouble.
Timmy, either. But you two are always together. He watches your swim
practice. What guy does that for another guy?" She paused, then looked
down. "I've been watching you for a few days, too. Watching where you go.
I saw you leave his house last night. That's when I knew."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Pam...we get together to play games. We've been
doing that for months."
The thought that she had figured us out nearly panicked me. I scrambled to
think of more evidence to give her.
"Greg, don't be upset. Don't hate me. You're a good man and it was nice of
you to be so good to me. I thought maybe you would change your mind if we
went out a few times, but I understand what's really going on. I want to
be your friend. I can help the two of you. You need friends who
understand." She held my arm. "You don't have to tell me anything you
don't want to. Just don't lie to me. Okay?"
I saw myself at a crossroads. One branch was lined with lies and secrecy
and more trouble. The other was much simpler, but it relied entirely on
trusting someone whom I really didn't know all that well. My few seconds
of thought and silence told Pam all she needed to know. I looked in her
eyes and was overcome with emotion. She hugged me.
"I'm sad for myself, but I really want to be somebody you can trust," Pam
said.
"Please," I said, crying now, "it would cause so much trouble for us if
anybody found out. Don't say a word to anyone." I held her tightly.
"I won't." A moment of shared tears followed. "I can't believe it. You
could have your pick of girls, you know. I thought I had a chance." She
backed up and wiped her eyes again.
"I don't know about that," I said. "I didn't know the truth till just a
little while ago. I never thought I had a gay bone in my body. Him,
either. It just happened..."
Pam nodded. "I have a gay cousin in the city. He told me the same thing.
He said he wanted to get married and do the whole straight thing, but then
he met the guy he's with now. He said in one day he knew the truth about
himself. Everybody else always figured he was gay, but it took him forever
to realize it. Now, he's happy like he's never been before. Go figure."
"I'm so sorry, Pam," I said. "I had such a good time with you and all, but
it wouldn't have been right for me to lead you on. But I was afraid that
if I told you the truth..." I didn't know how to finish the thought.
"I understand," she said. "But you have to believe me: I'm on your side. I
don't need to tell anybody. I won't even tell Timmy I know, if that's best
for the two of you."
I appreciated that kindness from her. "No, it's okay if you want to talk
to him about it. Just let me talk to him first, okay?" She nodded. "I
don't know how he'll take it, and I think if he hears it from me first
it'll be easier for him."
"Sure. I understand." Pam gave me another hug. "I've gotta run. Thanks for
being honest. Whenever you want to talk about it, call me or track me
down, okay?"
"Okay." I patted her on the back and watched her walk away. I entered the
car and stared at the school. How had I given it up so quickly? Why? It
had taken her all of five minutes to get the biggest secret of my life out
of me. That wasn't supposed to have happened. I closed my eyes and tried
to think of how to break the news to Tim. I was startled when he opened
his door and slid into his seat.
"Your eyes are all red," he said. "What happened?"
I took his hand. "We need to talk."
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