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A Beach Romance -- Steffi's Story
Companion to Suit-able Punishment. Further explains Steffi's side of the
story.
Prologue
Steffi Thomas was a classic "townie" in a small beach town. Steffi's
family owned a local pizza parlor, Shore Pizza, for almost 50 years. It
was only a block off the boardwalk, and was a favorite of locals and the
tourists who vacationed during the summer. Three generations of Thomas'
grew up in the town, running the pizza parlor and making friends with the
locals. Steffi, the second child of the current owners (her sister was
six years older), took to the lifestyle quite well. Attractive and
extroverted, Steffi was a darling little child. She practically lived at
the restaurant, starting when she was only 4 or 5. She would pop in and
out all day -- first chaperoned by her older sister, then by herself as
she got older -- talking with her parents, customers and grabbing a
snack.
Steffi had an open nature about her. From when she was little, Steffi
was the belle of the pizza parlor. Patrons loved her; they loved when
the little six-year old would come bouncing in off the beach, ponytail
wagging as she sing-songed or skipped into the restaurant. She had a
good memory and would say hello to most of the regulars. Steffi also
would avoid making anyone feel uncomfortable. If a child with a
disability was in the restaurant, for example, Steffi would speak with
the child and play with the child, treating him or her just the same as
everyone else. To Steffi, everyone was interesting.
For townies, however, summertime is different than it is for others.
When you live at the beach, summer means more work, not the leisure that
it represents to vacationers. Thus, although the summer was appreciated
for its revenue-generating potential, the approaching warmer weather
could bring some measure of trepidation. But to Steffi, summer was the
best. She looked forward to it, largely for one reason: Summer meant
Billy, her best friend.
Billy Robinson was the same age as Steffi. Billy's family lived about
two hours from the town, but owned a house in town for many years.
Growing up, Billy and his sisters, Katie and Tammy, spent most of every
summer at the beach. He got to know Steffi because the Robinsons
frequented Shore Pizza often. Billy, being Steffi's age, naturally
migrated to her.
From when they were 4 or 5, Billy and Steffi were inseparable. They both
had a lot of time to spend, so they would do everything and anything
together. They often would construct elaborate sand castles -- sand
cities, in reality -- spending hours at a time. Steffi would show Billy
around, introducing him to the owners of the other shops in the town.
Steffi wasn't afraid to try things either. She loved the fast rides on
the boardwalk, the bungee ride and the arcade. To Billy, it was amazing
to know a girl that loved these things. It was all quite innocuous, and
quite enjoyable for both.
While Billy and Steffi were inseparable at the beach, Billy was different
at home. Billy was always on the smaller side, and not particularly
athletic. In the Robinson household, Katie was more athletic, prettier,
more popular, more everything. Katie had it all, and it drove Billy
crazy. He couldn't best his sister (and deep down he knew it). Billy
compensated for his shortcomings by lashing out at other people instead.
As a result, Billy looked for opportunities to criticize others, to play
tricks on them and generally to be a nasty boy. Katie's best friend,
Samantha, often bore the brunt of his devious streak. One time, he put
baking powder in Samantha's bra. When Samantha put it on, it caused her
budding breasts to itch tremendously. Another time, Billy hid Samantha's
clothes when she was taking a shower after cheer practice. He enjoyed
the sight of a still-wet haired Samantha chasing him around in nothing
but a towel trying to get her clothes back. Billy had hoped that Sam
might drop her towel by accident and he would get a peek at her
"titties," but he wasn't so lucky.
Steffi never saw the hurtful side of Billy. Billy was snotty and selfish
with others, but with Steffi, he felt more comfortable. Steffi's
unquestioning acceptance allowed Billy to get away from his defensiveness
and to be more understanding. It's not surprising, then, that Billy
would do anything Steffi asked. He enjoyed being with her, no matter
what they did together.
As they grew older and began middle school, the two remained close
friends. When Steffi reached middle school, she began to experiment with
her style and her appearance. She wanted to continue spending her time
with Billy, but now she dragged him to the local outlet shopping center.
Steffi would try on outfit after outfit, all the while asking Billy for
his opinion and approval. This might have scared Billy away at home, but
with Steffi he just went with the flow. Steffi loved having her best
friend to show her new clothes to, and Billy turned out to be a more than
willing helper. With Steffi's gentle guidance, Billy learned a thing or
two about women's fashion, discovering what tops went with which shorts,
what a "skort" is, and more. Steffi liked that Billy was interested in
fashion like she was, and she encouraged him to express his opinions. In
truth, Billy wasn't so much interested in fashion as he was in the
fashion model. Billy, quite simply, was falling in love, but he didn't
know that.
One day during the summer that they were fourteen, Steffi and Billy were
in the beach shop after a morning on the boardwalk. Steffi spotted a
display of novelty nail polishes, the ones where they change color when
exposed to the sun. She thought they were so cute.
"Which one do you like better, Billy? This one that goes from pink to
orange, this one that goes from light green to electric blue, or the one
that goes from banana yellow to copper?"
"They all are cool."
"Pick one -- what do you want to see on my fingers today? My hands are
in your hands, so to speak."
After thinking about it for a moment, Billy replied, "You should do the
pink/orange one. It works with your tan. But maybe buy the banana
yellow one for your toes. You could experiment a little."
Steffi agreed with the choices. She promptly purchased both colors.
They went outside and, since it was only 11:30, Steffi decided to paint
her nails right then. She led Billy over to a table in the park, right
in bright sunlight. The two of them sat down, and Steffi put her hand on
the table to start doing her nails. Despite having two sisters, Billy
had never seen a girl paint her nails before. Back home, he would often
detect the smell of nail polish coming from Katie's room, as she and Sam
did their nails, but he didn't dare go near them. "Stay away, you brat!"
they would caution, "If you even come near us, we're going to hold you
down and paint your nails bright red." They were older and bigger than
him, so Billy had no doubt that they would do it, too.
Sitting with Steffi, Billy got his first chance to see the ritual up
close. He sat and stared at Steffi, almost mesmerized, but also just
enjoying the company of his best friend. When she finished, Steffi
delicately placed her hands on Billy's. "Careful not to touch; they're
still wet!" she playfully chided, "but you made a great choice. I can't
wait to see them inside as well."
A few days later, they were at Steffi's house (all alone), and Billy got
to see Steffi do her toes in the banana yellow. She even let him do one
of her feet. "This way, I can compare, and see how well you did."
Steffi never told anyone that Billy had helped paint her toenails.
The Summer of Her 15th Year
The summer that Steffi turned 15, she changed dramatically. Steffi
always was a cute girl, and had hit puberty in middle school. But that
year, she developed into a beautiful young woman. Everyone noticed.
Especially Billy.
"You're not going to ditch me now that you're hot?" Billy asked.
"What, are you saying I wasn't hot before?" she retorted.
"No, it's not that. You always were pretty. But now you're movie star
pretty. You're cheerleader pretty like Katie and Sam. Everyone is going
to want to hang out with you this year. I'm afraid you might not like me
anymore."
She laughed and assured him that they were still best friends. "Besides,
you're cheerleader pretty, too, so we should get along fine!" Billy
laughed at her joke, hoping she was serious about the best friend bit and
maybe something more. (The fact of the matter was that Billy had grown
some that past year. He was now average height, and had slimmed down a
bit. Steffi thought he was attractive.)
True to their past, Billy and Steffi spent the summer together. They did
everything together -- go to movies, hang out at parties, spend time at
the arcade, play boardwalk games, etc. But Steffi's interest in beauty
and style expanded, and Billy sometimes found himself in unusual
situations. More than a few times, Billy would rush to Steffi's house
first thing in the morning and Steffi would not quite be ready. Billy
would watch her put on her makeup or fix her hair. A few times, like the
year before, Steffi would still be polishing her nails when he arrived.
Billy watched that, too.
Steffi often would tease Billy about how lucky he was, or how boys should
have to do the same things girls do. She'd even threatened to have Billy
sit down, so she could do his makeup too. Billy almost did it -- he sat
down, and probably would have accepted the styling, but Steffi laughed it
off and quit first.
Steffi didn't quit the time that Billy joked about fixing her hair,
however. Steffi liked long hair, which she could pull back in a
ponytail, pigtails or some other style. This day, Billy had shown up
while Steffi was putting a second coat of polish on her fingernails.
Steffi's hair was down, held back by a simple headband. They were going
to go to play mini-golf, but Billy decided he wanted to hit the beach
instead.
"I can't, Billy. I'll get too hot with my hair down like this."
"Oh, come on, you'll get it wet and then you will be fine."
"No," she replied, "haven't you noticed that I typically braid my hair
when we go to the beach? It keeps the hair off my neck and cools me
down."
"OK," Billy responded, "just braid it. I'll wait."
"I can't. My nails are wet, and won't dry for a while."
"But I want to go to the beach."
"Well, then, you'll have to braid my hair."
Billy laughed at her suggestion. But he really wanted to go to the
beach. "I've seen my sister do it with her cheer friends. It doesn't
look difficult. What the heck, I'll try it." And with that, Billy
entered a new realm of femininity. Steffi gave painstaking instructions
on how to braid her hair. She wouldn't let him do a poor job, so he had
to re-do it a few times to get it right. Each time, Steffi walked him
through the steps one-by-one. She talked of the many variations -- side
braids, french braids, etc. They ended up spending most of the morning
on hair care. By the end, Steffi's nails were more than dry, and she was
encouraging him to "let his hair grow out more" so she could show him on
his own hair.
The summer progressed quickly. With all the time that Billy and Steffi
spent together, people naturally thought that they were dating. Billy
didn't discourage that talk. In fact, sometimes he gloated in it. Once,
after winning Steffi a giant stuffed animal, Billy saw his friend Tim.
"How's your girlfriend?" Tim taunted, "Does she think you're her big
strong hero now that you won her a stuffed animal?"
Steffi had run to the restroom, so she couldn't hear Billy's response.
Lapsing back into "home mode" Billy boasted, "You better believe it.
That's not the only big thing I'm going to stuff her with."
The truth, of course, was that Billy and Steffi had not progressed to
anything sexual. Billy was a bit too timid to push the envelope that
way. Steffi was fearful in a different way. "What if he doesn't think
of me as a girlfriend?" she told her sister that summer. "I could lose
everything. Besides, I don't really love him; I can't. It wouldn't work
out because he doesn't live here most of the year."
Billy's Punishment Day
When Billy and his family planned one last weekend at their beach house
before school that year, Billy concocted a lie so he and his friend could
get high alone in the house on Friday. Billy's plan went awry when his
friend, Tim, bailed on him at the last minute and he started getting
drunk all alone.
Billy had just finished watching some pornos when he stumbled upon his
sister Katie's bikini. Billy remembered the bikini from earlier in the
summer. Katie's best friend, Samantha, had borrowed it while she was
visiting. Billy was in love with Steffi, but he filled his sexual
fantasies with thoughts of Samantha. He masturbated several times that
night to the mental image of Samantha wearing that bikini. Late in the
night, however, he tried on the bikini in order to enhance the feeling of
screwing Samantha while she wore the swimsuit. Billy ended up soiling
the bikini and passing out while still wearing it.
Katie and Samantha found him in the bikini, and when they told his
parents, they were livid. Billy's parents punished him by making him
wear the swimsuit and whatever else Katie chose the entire weekend.
Billy endured several humiliations that weekend, but none as difficult
for him as when the family visited Steffi at the pizza parlor. Billy
pleaded with the family not to go to the pizza parlor. "Anywhere but
there," he sobbed. He desperately tried to get a temporary reprieve from
the punishment. "I'll do Katie's laundry for a month back home; I'll
iron her cheer uniforms; anything." Finally, he pleaded to be disguised
as a girl. "Can't I be your niece from Kansas or something?" he asked.
None of it worked.
So, it was with great anxiety that Billy followed his family to the pizza
parlor. He wore a blue-jeans skirt and a yellow tube top. His bikini
tan lines showed clearly on his chest and back. He had on light makeup
and carried a small thin-strapped purse. On the way over, Katie
whispered in Billy's ear, "If you tell Steffi that this is a punishment,
I'm going to tell her the whole story, including that you wanked off in a
bathing suit while fantasizing about Samantha. I don't think she will
like that, you know. So you better play along and not say anything."
"Please don't be there, please don't be there," Billy whispered to
himself as they entered the restaurant. But, to his dismay, Steffi was
working that night, and they were seated at her table.
Steffi immediately saw the Robinsons and greeted them warmly. "Hi, Mr.
and Mrs. Robinson!" she greeted Billy's parents. She said hello to
everyone at the table, but stopped when she saw Billy. Steffi was
shocked to see her best friend in a skirt.
Steffi was very puzzled. "What is Billy doing?" she wondered. Maybe it
is a stunt or a dare, she thought. Just the same, her mind quickly ran
back to the time earlier this summer when she joked to Billy about
wearing makeup. Billy almost seemed like he wanted to try it, but was
afraid to tell her. He would have gone through with it if she hadn't
backed off. And he definitely enjoyed braiding my hair. That's not
typical for a boy, so maybe he was doing something like that with his
sister.
"Well, if it is a dare, Billy will tell me," Steffi reasoned. "But if
it's not, I don't want to embarrass him by laughing. I'll play along
until he cracks up laughing."
With those thoughts racing through her mind, the best Steffi could muster
was, "Um, hi, Billy. ... You look ... nice."
"Um, thanks, Steffi," he responded. "I didn't want you to see me like
this," he added. He wanted to explain more, but he didn't want Katie to
tell the whole story on him. He hoped that this would be enough for her
to guess at what was happening, and he could explain in full the next
time he saw her.
Now Steffi was really confused. If Billy was doing this as a dare, he
would have said so, right? He wouldn't just say thanks like that. And,
his last comment makes it sound like it's not a stunt. I can see why he
wouldn't want me to see him just yet; he hadn't told her anything about
wearing skirts, even when he did female things with her. She didn't want
to embarrass him further, so she assured him, "No, it's OK, Billy. You
can wear what you want. I was just surprised, that's all. I really like
the skirt. I have one just like it, and I love that it goes with just
about anything."
Steffi quickly excused herself, and ran off to the kitchen after saying
that. She sought out her mother for advice. "Mom," she sobbed, "Billy
just arrived here with his family. He's wearing a skirt and tube top,
Mom! And he had tan lines like a girl! I don't know what to do!"
Steffi's Mom had suspected that her daughter was falling in love.
Steffi's crying confirmed it. But teen love can often be so cruel, she
thought.
"Oh, baby," she said to her daughter, giving her a hug. "I know this
must hurt a lot. You and Billy were getting so close. Are you sure this
isn't a dare or something? Maybe he's just goofing around with you."
"I -- I -- don't know," Steffi cried. "That's what I thought at first,
but he didn't laugh and he didn't say it was a dare. He acted almost
like he does this all the time. He even thanked me when I said I liked
the skirt."
"Maybe that's part of the game. Time will tell. But remember, people
come in all kinds. Billy might be experimenting to find himself. He
might be gay. You need to be accepting of him, whatever he is. And by
all means, don't say anything that might hurt Billy."
Steffi promised she wouldn't hurt Billy. She regained her composure and
resolved to be accepting of whatever Billy might say.
Back at the table, Billy wanted to say at least something more to Steffi.
When she returned, he reached out to grab her hand so he could talk to
her. That's when she saw his hot pink fingernails.
"You painted your nails, too." Steffi said.
"Actually, I painted them," Sam corrected, "Isn't the color cute?"
Maybe Mom is right, Steffi thought. Maybe Billy is experimenting. He
might have asked to borrow Katie's clothes or something. If he did, it
wouldn't be any different for him to let Samantha paint his nails. But
he's still her friend, and she can't hurt him. "Yeah, it is [cute],"
Steffi responded, "It's just very bold. I would've thought a softer
pink would be a better color for him."
"I didn't pick it. I didn't ask for pink fingernails," Billy protested.
Katie shot Billy a look that warned him not to say this was against his
will.
Steffi recalled the times he had picked her nail polish. I'm sure he
would have let me paint his nails if I had asked, she thought.
Determined to help him out, and accept whoever he might be, Steffi
replied, "No, that's OK. I mean, we've been together for a long time.
You've patiently waited at my house many times while I did my own nails.
I noticed you watching me intently; I just didn't think to ask if you
wanted yours painted too. I'm sorry."
Billy sank at her response. He wanted her to laugh and see this as the
punishment that it was. But she didn't. Instead, she seemed unsurprised
at all. Did she think of him as a girlfriend -- a BFF -- and not a
boyfriend? Billy couldn't take that thought. He despaired in silence
the rest of the meal, barely eating and not saying anything.
On the way out, Steffi gave hugs to everyone. She hugged Billy extra
long. In his ear she whispered, "Billy, don't be ashamed. I still love
you. I'm off tomorrow; if you want to come by and try on some of my
clothes, that's fine with me. We'd have a great time."
The Next Day
The next day, Billy's family returned home. But Billy's Mom took him
shopping for more clothes before they left. After they finished
shopping, she scolded him one more time for being stupid, irresponsible
and selfish. Then, however, she showed him unmeasurable mercy.
"BIlly, I watched you suffer at the pizza parlor last night. I'm sure
that heightened your humiliation to have Steffi see you like that. Even
though I think you deserved punishment -- and I hope you learned your
lesson -- I felt sorry for you. I want you to know that I told Mrs.
Thomas that this was a punishment for violating your sister's privacy. I
told her to let Steffi know, because that poor girl seemed as hurt as you
in the restaurant.
"I saved your boy clothes for the ride back. We are all alone now. No
one will know we're doing this, so you can change back into your regular
clothes and we can visit Steffi for a few minutes." Billy practically
hit the roof of the car in excitement. He thanked his Mom and changed
right there in the car.
At the Thomas' house, the mothers allowed the two teens some time alone.
Sitting on a porch swing in the backyard, Billy and Steffi talked.
"Steffi, I'm so sorry about last night. I wanted to tell you why I was
dressed that way, but Katie was threatening to tell you things I didn't
want you to hear. I felt so totally small at dinner."
Steffi smiled but said firmly, "That wasn't fair of any of you -- the
whole family -- for not telling me anything until after you left. I was
so confused that I cried each time I went to the kitchen. I didn't know
what was happening."
She started to cry again, and Billy reached over to rub her back slowly.
Billy then told her that it was a punishment, and recounted many of the
stories of his experiences that weekend. He repeated that he was sorry
he didn't tell her the truth the night before.
Steffi started to laugh softly. "You know, you looked kinda cute in that
skirt. I wasn't kidding when I said I loved my jeans skirt -- it is so
versatile."
"That was Katie's skirt, so don't expect to see me in it again," Billy
responded.
"I don't know. I liked it. Earlier this summer, I offered to let you
wear my dress, and you nearly accepted. So maybe you secretly want to.
Plus, with your tan lines, you definitely could have passed for a girl if
you had done your hair."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"I don't believe that. People can have many sides to them. I've known
you for years. I've seen you, and I saw you last night. Other than
being embarrassed to be in front of me, you looked pretty comfortable.
... But I'm glad you ditched that hot pink polish -- so not you!"
"Oh, you would prefer a different color?" he kidded.
"Sure. I said a soft pink would work, but you could try lots of colors.
Want me to pick something? I have tons here." Billy left that hanging.
He didn't say no, but he didn't say yes either.
Steffi cut the silence. "So, how did you violate your sister's privacy?
What was the terrible thing that you didn't want me to hear?" Billy knew
he couldn't lie anymore. He told her the long and horrible story of his
beer and pot-filled escapades. He even told her he masturbated to the
thought of Samantha.
Then, totally serious, Billy told her, "Please don't be mad. I've never
said this, but I'm in love with you. I have been for years. You're the
girl I want to be with, not Samantha or anyone else." To her own
surprise, Steffi wasn't mad at Billy. She was overjoyed with his simple
statement that he was in love with her. Seizing the initiative, Steffi
leaned in and kissed Billy. They kissed softly for several minutes.
Neither was trying to do anything more than that. Somehow, more sexual
touching would only ruin the moment.
Finally, it was time to go. Steffi and Billy exchanged another hug and
kiss when he was leaving. Steffi slipped a bottle of nail polish in his
hand. "It's blue -- a manly color. If you feel bold sometime, wear it
on your toes and think of me."
Moving Forward
When Billy's first day back at school arrived, Steffi was as nervous as
him. "I hope they won't tease him too much," she told her mother, "He's
very sensitive, really." As the day went on, Steffi texted with Billy
constantly. She was there with him, virtually, when he found a pair of
panties in his locker. She was there when the basketball team encircled
him and taunted him for being a sissy. She even was there with him when
the picture of him in his bikini showed up in a poster in a hallway.
Billy's mom was right, however. After a few days, the joke got old, and
everyone in the school dropped the subject. It helped that Katie and the
cheerleading squad became a little protective of Billy. Even Sam started
taking more of a liking to him: "He's like our team little brother," she
said. Having the cheerleaders on his side actually enhanced Billy's
stature somewhat. He suddenly was included in more of the "cool" events
that fall. Overall, Billy would survive.
For Steffi, September was lonely. Her new boyfriend was now away, and
she started to worry more about whether his new experiences would change
him. She talked with Billy often, but it didn't overcome the fears. Was
he going to find someone new at school? Now that he's buried the hatchet
with Samantha, would his sexual fantasies with her become reality?
All of those fears went away at the end of September. They went away
with one simple message. It was a picture sent through a messaging app.
One used for sending disappearing images. The picture was of a foot. A
foot with blue nailpolish on the toes. It had a note that said, "Thanks
for the polish, baby. Hope you like it!" Steffi smiled broadly for what
seemed like hours. She quickly dug out a similar blue still in her
collection, and messaged a picture of her own painted toes. "Now we
match!" her message said, "Next time, you get to pick 'our' color. lol."
To her surprise, about a week later, she received another picture of
Billy's toes -- in an electric green. The message read: "It's Green-wich
Village. Your turn!"
Steffi didn't see Billy in person until Thanskgiving. Billy and his
family came to the beach for the holiday. Steffi invited Billy over to
her house on Friday.
"I have something for you," Steffi told him. She handed Billy a
package. "They're panties. They're my favorite brand -- so soft, very
comfortable, and they don't fall off your waist during the day."
Billy looked at her hesitantly. Steffi continued: "You don't have to
wear them at school. And don't wear them in situations when you might
get teased. But wear them when you want to. It's another way I can feel
close to you."
Now, Billy smiled. "OK," he said, "But I also have something to show
you." He told her to sit in front of her makeup mirror. Billy then took
out her hairbrush and began brushing her hair. "You see, Katie's
cheerleadering squad adopted me as their good luck charm. One of the
things that I do is fix their hair before games. Some games they all
want straight hair and ribbons on top. But sometimes I get to do french
braids, twists and other styles. For the homecoming dance, I gave Katie
and Sam up-dos.
"I'm getting good at it," he continued. "And -- promise you won't tell
anyone -- I like it." Billy then proceeded to brush Steffi's hair out.
He pulled her hair back on the top and tied in a ribbon in a bow. It was
simple. But with her long, straight hair, the look was perfect.
Steffi beamed with pride. Her boyfriend had just done her hair, and she
loved it. He was a special one, she knew. "This is great, Billy. Now,
let's get you changed. We need to do some Black Friday shopping."
Steffi handed him her favorite skinny jeans and a soft sweater. Steffi
and her girlfriend were going to have a great day.
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