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Amy 33: Beach Blanket Amy! Copyright 2015 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2015 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: We Play Hour by Hour Heidi Fleegleman, my mortal enemy, wasn't too pleased to see my little Japanese ass in her personal, private swimming pool, the Gulf of Mexico. But there I was with my black hair blowing all over and wearing this stupid bikini which I was too caught up in the moment to repent. Heidi and the Turd Twins, Staci and Traci, had been either pimpin' on, or being pimped on, by these muscled, boy frat-types. It looked like a LFO video: I think it's fly when girls stop by and blow me for the summer. Yeah, that song was like two years old already and I was still barfing from it. Anyways, their Abercrombie and Fitch catalog layout scene came to an end when I waded into the surf and Traci caught sight of me. "What is she doing here?" I heard her ask, and then Heidi kind of looked at me like I was a soiled baby diaper that had washed up against her ankle. The sun made the fine hairs on her tummy glisten like tiny silver threads. "Hey!" Heidi said. "It's Amy Komugly." Out of all my nicknames, that was one of them. It wasn't the worst or most embarrassing. In fact, I considered it almost too stupid to feel any sting from it. So I smiled very sweetly, my dark eyes narrow. "Hi, Heidi. I just came to check out the dead fish smell and it turns out all the time it was you." She looked like she wanted to slap me. I was playing it very cool at the time, but I felt very small and vulnerable. I mean, my bikini didn't cover much more than my underwear would have, and I was pretty short and skinny. Still, I was determined to be my own girl, even at the expense of say, a broken nose or a split lip. Either of which Heidi was fully capable of dealing out. I mean, sure, she was the cheerleader captain and a bit of a priss in her perfect and perfectly popular way, but she was strong from all the healthy stuff she did when she wasn't in the backseat of someone's car. But I was Amy Komori, with a growing reputation to uphold and build upon. You have one fight in junior high and it follows you. But increasingly I was becoming known as the devil among the Blue Devils, the iconoclast of Delacroix High, aggressive skater scary girl to some, incompetent bassist for Silly Monkey to others. We had friends outside high school social circles now and people at Delacroix were growing aware of us. For some reason equal amounts of admiration and scorn fell on me as the ringleader. Some of it was just mixed with jealousy. Some of it was probably deserved. Some of it was boosting my confidence. Some of it was getting on my nerves. And I had a girlfriend, Tamara, who had lately been sticking up for me way too much, which was making me feel crazy and helpless at the same time. Just like she did now. "Hey, Amy!" Tamara called as she splashed towards me. "Sarah's ready to get showered and go find someplace to eat. I think she's about to sunburn." "We've only been out here for thirty minutes," I said. Wow, Tamara really towered over me. The holy trinity of my life-Emily, Tamara and Heidi-and they were all giants. "More like an hour," Tam corrected. Heidi smirked at me. She was pretty intimidated by Tamara. One of the doofus guys muttered something, and they took off, but not before I shot them all double birds. "What a little fuckin' freak," I heard one of the guys say. He looked back over his shoulder, so I knew he wanted me to hear it. "Fuck you, you homoerotic masturbator," I said, but I don't think he'd have understood me, even if he'd heard. I was no longer a concern. He already had his hand on Heidi's damp, but oh so delicious, ass and its mesmerizing qualities of hotness had driven out everything else in existence. Tamara led me back up the beach, and we all went to the room. But I was seething. I'd wanted to destroy that guy. Uh oh, Amy's pissed again. I guess everyone could tell, because nobody said a thing all during the showering and dressing process. Until I came out of the bathroom with a towel on and saw what they had on the TV. Still in a bad mood. "Oh great," I said. "Didn't we just see these guys on the beach?" "Which ones?" Sarah asked, all innocent. "All of them." Evidently, MTV had chosen our beach to do one of their Spring Break dealies, and they were showing some kind of bullshit contest where chicks in bikinis ate hotdogs out of guys' swim trunks. Rows upon rows of the exact same kind of assholes we'd left Heidi and friends with so recently it was like the afterimages of the sun and sand were still burned into my retinas. Seeing them writhing all together on the TV was like the universe deliberately spitting in my face right after I'd washed it. Inspired by that jolly thought, I went into my "Amy Hates MTV" rant like a Japanese girl Dennis Miller. "It's nothing but a vehicle for selling fucking zit medication and hundred-dollar sneakers to dipshits like that group on the beach," I protested right at the end to kind of sum up. Gina told me to shut the hell up, that she thought the guys on TV were pretty attractive, and we got into one of our infamous mock debates where I badmouthed everything under the sun, and she defended it. Mostly, we just rattled off elaborate insults in fake British accents, the way we imagined Charlotte Bronte or Jane Austen (any of those stuffy English class-type authors we hated so much) probably talked. It was hard to stay pissed around them, and I felt the anger subsiding, just like the tide would around midnight. Sarah already looked over-done, with her cheeks all pink. But she didn't complain. Actually, we all looked sort of glowingly well-scrubbed with our hair wet. Kind of adorable in a way, I guess. Then we went outside and smoked while we tried to decide where to eat and what to do after that. I voted for fast food, but Gina had a seafood jones, so I said she could go to Capt. D's. "After all, it's a great little seafood place," I told her in this sing- song voice. For some reason, she didn't appreciate my suggestion. Chapter Two: It Grows and I Sleep Standing Up We ended up at some cheesy-assed place called Barnacle's Fish House, but we pissed off the waitress after a bunch of order changes and some comments about her resemblance to Dolly Parton. I have no doubt she spit in our food. Then we got kicked out without paying, just because a few of the French fries I threw at Sarah and Gina ended up in some old woman's hair. Oh, and we were told never to come back. I was getting into a wired sort of Amy mood. It happened sometimes. Maybe because I was so short, or maybe because I'd been a guy at one time, but sometimes I just blew up full of helium and headed for the upper atmosphere. It led to really dumb things, like confronting Heidi, falling off a railing at the skatepark, or nearly cheating on Tamara. I could feel it building, like a drug high, and I didn't know where I'd go this time. It turned out to be this gigantic beach side club called Cap'n Jack's, which was so off the cheese-o-meter, it buried the needle. All these Rico Suave guys, JCrewsters and American Eagle Outfitsters on a disco dance floor, using lame-ass pick up lines on sunburned girls in hanky-hem halter-tops. The whole place vibrated with heavy dance beats and remixes. I was ready to leave after about two seconds, but Tamara made her way through the crowd and found a spot and got her dance on. I got very hypnotized by her long, smooth body as she shook her groove thang. I wasn't the only one, because the guys swarmed in on her. But so did I. I didn't like losing that kind of control, but before I could stop myself, I was out there with her, and Sarah and Gina had to fend for themselves. This was way different than anything I was used to. I mean, I was a freaky chick (not a hippie, because neo-hippies suck ass), and anything but a dance club diva. I didn't want to be. But just to be there with Tamara, I'd have done anything. She made me hot, literally. I broke a sweat on my upper lip before I even started moving. And when I found my body swaying and rocking, I felt like an atomic particle in a supercollider, forming this totally new element as I collided at the speed of light with Tamara-286. I wanted her, I wanted to be her. I wanted our bodies to melt together into someone completely new, joined beyond any idea of girlfriends, or marriage or any of that. I danced wildly, my black hair swirling around my head and sweat flying as I shook my shoulders and my belly and my hips. I swung my arms, ran my fingers through my hair, and the whole time Tamara watched me. Yeah, I completely put on a show for her. Afterwards, I felt like I'd had sex in front of a million people. And then, I felt really let down. I'd completely girled out, and now I remembered who I was and the effect I tended to have on people lately. Amy the goddess. I'd only wanted Tamara to see me, but of course, everyone had. The best thing was that a lot of girls were doing pretty much the same thing, so the pimp-daddies had a whole smorgasbord to choose from. With a self-conscious laugh and a nervous lip-bite, I told Tamara we should find our girls. Yeah, before I did something more outrageous. We found Gina and Sarah grooving it with a couple of guys. By then, my clothes were all stuck to me with sweat and I was showing a little more of Amy's chest region than I cared to at present. My hair hung heavily in my eyes. "Damn, Amy," Tamara said, almost enthusiastically. "I never knew you could move like that." "I've always been able to," I gasped. And it was true. Chapter Three: What a Book She'll Write We got stoned back at the motel room. It was nice to get back into the walk-in freezer effect after the sultry atmosphere in Cap'n Jack's. We sat out on the balcony in the dark and passed around Tamara's pipe and listened to the ocean below and the faint sounds of room parties blowing around on the warm Gulf breeze. Oh, and Sarah's complaints about how much she missed Guitar God. After Sarah and Gina went to bed, Tamara and I stayed outside. We weren't going to kiss or anything, and we weren't even sleeping in the same bed. I was going to be snuggled up with Sarah in a platonic nest. "You have no idea how much I want you," Tam told me in a low voice. Our friends knew we were together, but this was for my ears only. Only I didn't really want to hear it. I asked her to change the subject. "Why?" she wanted to know. "It's true. There's nothing to be ashamed of." "It's not shame. It's frustration. Sexual frustration." "Oh." "I don't like to talk about it, really." "Okay." With that settled, what I wanted was to ask Tamara to stop being my bodyguard, and let me fight my own battles. So I did, but being under the effects of THC and all I must not have been making any sense at all because after a few minutes of pouring out my concerns I noticed Tam was just kind of staring at me with her head tilted to one side and her lips stretched into a wry little grin. "What?" I asked. "Could you start over and leave out all that stuff about the Pixies?" "What stuff about the Pixies?" "Do you even realize how long you've been talking about them?" "I wasn't. I was asking you to let me fight my own battles." "No, you started off saying that and then you wandered into a Pixies thing. For like an hour." "It wasn't an hour." She was wearing a watch so she looked at it and couldn't read it. I had to stumble over to her and sit in her lap-oh, god, we certainly hated that, didn't we?-and hold her wrist perfectly still before both of us realized she had it on upside down. And that it had only been maybe ten minutes tops since Sarah and Gina left for sleep time. That sent us into gales of pot-stoked laughter. The more we tried to stop it to keep from disturbing Sarah and Gina the worse it got. At that point I fell of Tam's lap and ended up peeing in my pants. That made Tam laugh more but I wasn't exactly happy to be sitting in a big dark, warm circle of helplessness. "Look what you made me do!" I hissed. We were still laughing and my stomach and sides were starting to hurt, too. Tam had to help me inside and we were banging around. "What's wrong?" Sarah said somewhere in the darkness. "I spilled something on myself," I improvised quickly. Tam and I went into the bathroom and closed the door, turned on the light and I slipped out of my sopping pants and undies. Even holding them grossed me out. "What do I do with these?" I asked. I was only barely aware I was naked from the waist down. I did catch a quick glimpse of the weirdness in the mirror. "I have a plastic baggy for dirty clothes. We can put them in it." "They'll get stinky." "Rinse them out in the sink." "Ewww..." "Don't be a baby. Even though you definitely peed like one." "I have to pee again." I just slopped the wet clothes on the tile floor behind the door, which made Tam frown and she left me tinkling away on the toilet to get the baggy. By the time she came back I was showering again and by the time I got out and felt all fresh as a daisy and all that niceness, Tam had rinsed my mess and filed it away for me to deal with back home in the comfort and discreetness of the Komori utility room. "What are you guys doing? We're trying to fuckin' sleep up in here..." came a drowsy voice from one of the beds. It was Gina. I slipped into a tee and some boxers and Tam and I went back out on the balcony to finish our discussion. Well, first we made out for a while and she felt me up a little but I made her stop because things were getting out of hand. "Tell me about fighting your own battles, then," Tam suggested. I gave a quick glance at my drying puddle on the concrete near our feet. Then I said, "I don't want you taking care of me. I mean, I do, but not like in that way." And that led to a long, drawn out discussion. With anyone else, it would've been an argument, but Tamara was too cool. "What do you want me to do, Amy? Just watch you get your ass beaten?" Tamara asked. "Yeah. Uh... no," I replied. "It's just that I was doing a pretty good job of standing up for myself before you came along." "So you want to break up then." "No!" I said, instantly scared. And I had to look back into the room to see if Sarah or Gina had heard. We'd tried their patience enough already. I talked as softly as I could. "No, I definitely don't want to break up. But I need to fight my own fights." "Even if you're going to get your ass kicked?" "Especially if I'm going to get my ass kicked." Tamara reached out and ruffled my hair, which was wet from my shower. She said, "It was really awesome seeing you dance like that tonight." "I hope you got a good mental picture of it, 'cause that's the last time I'm doing it." Tamara laughed. "Okay. We'll see." "I mean it." "All right, I believe you. All I'm saying is-" "I'm not!" I ducked my head, because I'd shouted. I heard Sarah moan something from in the room, so we went in and I slipped in beside her. I felt like I was 13 years old again, back in my early, girly days, when I'd spent the night at Sarah's a million times. But it was cool, and I felt completely comfortable. I mean, these were my friends; I wasn't about to mack on any of them. Chapter Four: Pour Water on Me Until I Live Again When we got up the next day, Gina was missing. Tamara and Sarah had to calm me down. We'd planned on spending the morning on the beach, then hitting the Drag, the main street that ran through town where all the arcades, head shops and airbrush emporiums were. You know, the whole tacky experience which had been such an attraction to us. There was even a place that had a shark-aquarium (as they called it in their brochure) and trained parrots. The only thing better than trained parrots in my educated Amy opinion would've been trained midgets. We debated on waiting. Gina didn't even have a room key. I said I'd stay behind, but in the end, Sarah volunteered and made it stick. She didn't really want to get sunburned anyways. So Tamara and I put on our suits and grabbed the sunblock and our towels and made our way back down to the sand and the water. We slathered ourselves in sunblock (I had a flashback to when Emily had done that for me when I was a little girl and still all freaked out about it, and stretched out on our towels. About a dozen radios played all around. We could hear everything from old Aerosmith to new Aerosmith, to Nirvana, to Sisqo and Shitney Spears. After a while, Tamara rolled over onto her elbow and said, "Amy, I can't take this anymore. Let's go check out the pier." "Sounds like a plan and a half!" I agreed. I managed to kick sand on Heidi Fleegleman as we walked by her and her little sex party. The guys from the day before were nowhere to be seen. Heidi said something, and I insincerely apologized. "Remember what we talked about last night?" Tamara asked. "Yeah, yeah." I vaguely did. I guess. Something about fighting? Dancing? Duh... Amy wants to walk slightly behind Tamara, watch jiggling ass... "I'm not gonna help you this time, Amy." "I don't want you to, Tamara." "Hey, you're really gettin' brown, Amy. We should've gotten separate rooms. Then we could play." "Stop it." We had to put up with all these brazen pick up attempts from guys. They deployed every line we'd ever heard in movies. I don't really blame them. Tamara's wild hair stirred like a black cloud in the breeze, she stood 5'10", and her brown skin gleamed in high contrast, all oily and shiny from lotion and sweat. She looked like something from the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue (of which I still had a couple hidden in my room back home); appropriate, because Tam had been a teen catalog model briefly. I looked down at my own little body. I was getting a nice golden brown, closer to the brown side than the golden(but not as brown as my Tam), with a warm, rosy tone to it. And I was just as shiny and slick, even if I was half a foot shorter than Tam. "Sorry, I have a boyfriend," Tamara told one group of skinny guys in baggy shorts and bucket hats. And puka shell necklaces. "But... she doesn't." I was horrified, but I cracked up anyways. I almost ran, but the guys sort of got intimidated by Tamara's matter-of-factness (just as I had months before when I first met her), so nothing happened. Unless you consider a bunch of shit-eating grins something. I don't, but that's just me. "Fuck you, Tamara!" I told her as soon as we were clear. "Face it, Amy," she said, with that big, toothy smile of hers. "You're hot." "I am not." "Uh huh." "Nuh uh!" "I think we ought to go find where MTV's doing the Spring Break show and enter you in the hot dog eating contest." "Oh, fuck you. I mean it. Just fuck you completely!" We walked to the end of the pier, got our nostrils full of fish-smell, sized up the giant, hairy-backed fishermen all up and down it, and decided to head back. It was just about lunchtime, and we felt bad for lonely Sarah. A woman passed us, holding hands with a little girl in a lime green, ruffled bathing suit. "Look, Molly," the woman said, trying to distract the girl from looking down. "It's Mulan." Tamara and I looked at each other, the girl looked me with a teary-eyed gaze, and the woman asked me, since I was a Disney heroine and all, to tell her daughter she wouldn't fall through the slats. "Don't believe her, kid," I said, very seriously. "You can fall through. All the way down to your death." The kid wailed, her mom picked her up and said a couple of things to me that I didn't think were appropriate for a child's ears, and I just laughed and ran all light-footed down the pier to the sand. Back we went to the Beachsider, giggling and happy to find Sarah all alone in the dark with the TV on. No Gina. By the time Tamara and I showered and dressed, Gina had come back. I jumped her immediately, because I'd been really worried about her. She told us she'd woken up feeling kind of depressed, and had gone for a walk on the beach when she met the coolest guy. "You hooked up?" I asked her, which was really just restating the obvious. Sarah looked horrified, but Gina reassured her they hadn't really done anything, although she had slept in his bed. He'd been really cool, and was a super-pro kisser, and when Gina told him she wanted to sleep with him and not "sleep" with him, he'd cooled off, so they just talked. The only real problem was, he went to a university in another state. "You still haven't told us this amazing guy's name," I said. "Assuming he has one." "Dave. His name's Dave. And he invited us to a room party tonight." "Will there be booze?" "Of course. This is Dave we're talking about." Sure, good ol' Dave. We'd known him for about 10 minutes now. "Fuck yeah!" I said. "I'm so there!" We high fived. "I still wanna go see the sharks," Sarah said, her eyes wide with wonder. So we did. We went to the shark tank, and watched some listless sand sharks drift by, and this one with a funky nose like a sawblade. The tour guide tried to be Steve "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin for us, so I whispered to Gina maybe he should jump into the water and wrestle the sharks. Then we noticed he was flirting with Tamara the whole time. She gave him her serene smile, which burned me up inside. To make it up to me, we stopped at an airbrush shop, and she bought me a license plate that read, "Party Till You Puke!" "That is so lame!" I cackled. "I love it!" "It's in honor of that time at the Mixer when you blew California roll all over the sidewalk." "Oh yeah, they should put up a plaque." After a quick meal at Wendy's, we headed back to the Beachsider to get ready for this amazing room party with Gina's new lover and whatever the hell kind of friends he had. Chapter Five: Oh Last Night The hallway was trashed, which was so fucking cool. A laundry cart lay on its side, and most of the doors were wide open with people our age coming and going. The music wasn't too loud, or else the cops definitely would've been all over the place due to the complaints. Then this brown- haired guy with big arms came out and put the cart upright. "Dave!" Gina shouted. So this was Dave. He looked kind of nondescript, I guess, other than his giant muscles. Which was kind of an ominous reminder of Daniel. I felt instantly on guard, but Dave smiled at us and waved. "Sorry about the mess out here," he told us after the intros. "My buddies are on this 'Fear and Loathing' kick." "Yeah, Hunter S. Thompson," Gina said. "He rules." "That movie scared me," Sarah told us. She kind of got dithery and flighty, in a very cute way as she recounted her horrible experience a month before of watching "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" on DVD with Guitar God and some acid-dropping friends of his. Then she got worried we thought she was being overly harsh, so she told us she really liked Benicio Del Toro. She was such a freak, and way too kind-hearted for her own good sometimes. Dave seemed to be a nice guy, very smart. I guess the fact that he had been able to sleep in the same bed with her without going to town really impressed Gina, because she laughed at everything he said and gazed at him with this sort of idolizing look. Which was so unlike her. I couldn't help but fall in love with both of them together, and also I wondered if Gina was wearing guy's underwear. Maybe even his. Dave's friends, on the other hand, were total weirdos. The best thing I could say about them is that they let us get high with them out on the balcony. The worst thing I could say is that one of them passed out and when we tried to help him back into the room, he slobbered all over my neck and kept calling me Nicole. Obviously another casualty of the Love War. He was like, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry I did what I did..." "It's cool," I lied, using the front of his shirt to wipe my neck. "I love you so mush, Nicole. I love you so fuckin' mush!" Then he was looming up and trying to hug me and I was like, "Hey, dude!" I gave him a push and he toppled over onto the floor in a heap and started bawling. He rolled over against my legs and was saying the name Nicole over and over and then it came out he'd fucked some girl who wasn't Nicole and Nicole was somewhere around and then I was Nicole again. I was pretty much at a loss. I extricated myself from the Slobbering Heap and tried to find something else to engage with that wasn't so ick. Yeah, I was high and full of my usual Amy energy, but Gina was busy with Dave, and Tamara and Sarah were the laid back type. No help at all. Tamara sat cross-legged on the floor, and Sarah kept to herself for the most part, even though I tried to drag her into conversations. Then Slobber-boy started vomiting and everyone was whirling into motion to catch it before it washed us all out over the balcony and into space, so I left by myself. Suddenly the world was quiet and Nicole-free. I was Nicole-free. It felt really nice and tranquil not to be Nicole. I rode the elevator down to the lobby and made my way out to the pool. The underwater lights were on, but no one was night swimming, which was fine with me. It was a little chilly out now that the sun had gone down, and the Gulf breeze had picked up. I could see fishing boat lights on the water, and a string of lights curving along the beach until they met the horizon. The lights seemed like magic lanterns to my altered consciousness, so I sat down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. I had the whole night to myself, although I could hear the revelry going on in various rooms inside the hotel behind me. But I was going to just chill and think about things and my place in the universe. God, so high. A shadow fell over me. "Hmm," a voice said. "A turd seems to have washed all the way up here from the ocean." Chapter Six: Nobody Wants That Heidi. I was dead-busted, and way too stoned to really say or do anything about it. I looked up at her. She had been crying, which meant something had once again gone wrong in her life. And trouble for yours truly. "I don't want to fight," I told her. I felt very passive and lazy. A boneless body. "Maybe I do." So much for passive and lazy. Now I felt paranoid and panicky. I tried to get up from the chair, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I started to laugh, but it came out very shaky. "Have you seen Staci or Traci?" Heidi asked. "They fucking ditched me." I barely knew them. I couldn't have told you which one was which if you'd held a gun to my head. I told her, "Uh... look, it's been really cool talking to you and everything, but I think I should go." "I fucking hate you, Amy Komori. I hate everything about you. You know that, don't you?" "Yeah, we've kinda had this conversation before..." She pushed me back down onto the lounge chair and I thought she was about to kill me. Instead, she held my shoulders down and planted one on my lips. Just like Daniel had, only this time I let the tongue through. A brief exasperated thought fluttered through my mind before just how good it felt drove out anything resembling logic: What the hell? Did I have a "Kiss Me at Will" tattoo on my forehead? Even while I enjoyed feeling her tongue in my mouth, I fake struggled against her just to make her feel in control, but she'd definitely caught me at an awkward time. I mean, being stoned and all. Plus, she was just so much stronger than I was. So I wasn't thinking but more like feeling how it'd be to have sex with Heidi Fleegleman. And As much as I hated all the trendoid stuff she and her friends did, and the whole school spirit thing, I had to admit she was gorgeous. Blonde hair, tanned and toned body. All the guys at Delacroix High wanked themselves to sleep with creamy Heidi Fleegleman fantasies. And her lips were so soft and moist. Incredibly delicious... When Heidi broke to breathe, I made my move, almost reflexively. There wasn't much time to think about it. And to be honest, being in this position all of sudden Tam didn't even exist. All I knew was I was feeling crushed in Heidi's arms and my body liked it, really, really liked being smaller and weaker compared to her at least as far as doing sexual things went, so my mind kind of checked out. Both my hands went to her hair and kind of gently directed her head downwards as I shifted my pelvis up to invite her in, and then Heidi took over things. As far as I could tell, she knew exactly what she was doing and it was really something in the end we'd both been wanting for the longest time. It struck me as something that had always been inevitable and as she undid my pants and slid them down my legs and then my panties, and her warm, wet tongue found me and sent vibrations of complete joy shuddering up from the lickable center of my Tootsie Roll Pop, I accepted it. It was a thing that happened. Because it was supposed to. I watched it as I clutched at her hair, and it was amazing. She was between my legs and I couldn't see her face, but what she was doing, every lap, slid right over the action button and sometimes I felt her tongue harden and slip inside me and the parting there was like love in the form of some cartoon Cupid exploding. Being in a public place I couldn't let out any sound so I bit my lip desperately and watched and felt and squirmed and forgot to breath then remembered again and the whole time my stomach was tightening and the little abs were super taut then loose then taut and it was like the topography of the ebb and flow of my excitement. One thought did make it through the haze, though. And it was simply, Heidi Fleegleman is totally eating my box. That sent me over the top. Orgasmic bliss. Then, after I came and was still shuddering from the sensations it was sending through me, Heidi was up and kissing me again and I was tasting both her and myself at the same time with every saliva-spooning mouthful, the whole necessity of it kind of flushed out every other feeling. I felt happy. I felt released. "Oh my fucking god," Heidi whispered, breathing hard from her efforts. My own voice was kind of shaky because I was still having little aftershocks. "Okay... that was... that was actually better than I'd ever dreamed." Heidi allowed herself to smile and her laugh was nervous. She was trembling, too. And so Heidi Fleegleman had finally fucked me. I could've yelled, and no doubt a crowd would've gathered to hoot and applaud, like it was a scene from one of those sick "Girls Gone Wild" videos, or a stunt for "MTV Spring Break." Maybe some lucky guy had even seen what had just happened. But I didn't want anyone to know, for our protection. But it had happened in secret. I was relieved. I pictured Tam. I pictured Heidi. I pictured me in a fucking wedding dress for all of a nanosecond. Heidi made this really bizarre, exasperated sound, and wiped her mouth. What she said next only added to the perfection of the moment. She'd said it so many times before, but this time it came across as completely honest and without bitterness. I could hear that. And because it was from the heart, this time it meant the world to me. She said, "God, I hate you so fucking much, Amy. I hate everything about you." "The feeling's mutual," I told her. "Ever since I got to high school, you've been making my life complete hell." "What do you think you've been doing to mine? Do you know what it feels like to have all these stupid feelings eating away inside you, and not to be able to tell anyone?" "Uh... yeah." "Fuck you. You do not. You do whatever you want, whenever you want. And people just say, 'Oh, that's just Amy being Amy.' But if I ever once broke the mold or did exactly what I wanted to--" "I think you just did." "Shut up. If I ever once let on that I feel the way I do about you, my life would be over. My parents would disown me, take away my car. No more cheerleading, no more friends, no more future, no more anything." "Jesus H. Christ, what's the big deal? Why are you so stuck on me? We're nothing alike. This is just so... weird." "I don't know. It just happened. Maybe because we're so different. I'd see you with your friends and I'd want to fuck you and you'd be so oblivious, just skipping lunch like you don't give a shit about anything." "I do. Give a shit. About a lot of things. And you've skipped lunch more than once with your friends." "My friends are fake." "And you're not?" "You don't know a thing about who I am, Amy. So don't presume to judge me, just because I'm not into alternative music and dressing all freaky and bohemian, okay? You're just as judgmental as I am." So she had me there. She keep blathering about how I was some kind of trouble girl because I didn't really try to fit in, and how her life had been exactly the way it was supposed to be: dance, gymnastics, cheerleading, parties and popularity. Then I showed up, and something inside her changed. And if her plan to make me a cheerleader had worked, maybe then she could've ruled the school in peace. Instead, this internal struggle poisoned all the great things that had happened to her. Like being the first junior voted cheerleading captain the year before, and being elected Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen this year. You would not believe how important this stuff was to her. They'd been lifelong dreams. Yeah, they were kind of Barbie and plastic and alien to me, but everyone needs dreams. "Well, if it makes you feel any better," I said, "I've always been kind of jealous of you, too. You don't know what it's like being short and all that. You're fucking tall and perfect and you're fucking beautiful in a way everyone thinks so. Plus, you're really super smart, too. Do you not understand how we all kind of worship you?" "I never asked for that." "You fucking did, dude. And you got it. I know life's hard when everyone expects you to be perfect and you have to be someone you're not. Believe me, I know all about that. I also know high school is just the start. After you graduate, you're actually going places a lot of people never will. I mean, you're out of here in just a month. The rest of us will still be there for another year, but as soon as they give you the paper and you make your big speech, you've got a whole year's head start. You can go anywhere you want and do anything you want and be anything you want." "Kind of. Maybe." "Definitely." "No one is perfect, Amy. I'm not. You don't know. You're like everyone else. You think you know what's what but you don't know anything. About anything." "I can't disagree with you there, Heidi." "Are you happy?" "Not really. Sometimes." "You're with that tall girl." "She has a name." "I don't care what her name is." "Why don't you come out? You're super popular." "It's not that easy. I just told you. I seem to remember you dating a guy before you did. Why did you do that?" "Okay. I did that. That was dumb of me. So is living a lie." "What lie? Life is different for us." I laughed. "God, I swear, I can't wait until you're gone. So I don't have to look at you anymore." Heidi smiled. Then she ruffled my hair. "My hatred for you will burn like the sun for as long as there is a sun." "Likewise, Heidi." We understood each other for the first time, as far as possible. Her smile became a grin. She was actually adorable in the half-light spilling from the hotel. "Although at the same time, as soon as I'm in college, I'm going to file and forget you." "Sounds like a plan," I told her. "Fuck you," she said as got up and walked away. I was alone with my after-glow for about a moment and a half when Tamara coughed and stepped out from behind a palm tree. Startled as a deer, I jumped up very aware I was a bit on the disheveled side of fashion life and I asked her how much she'd seen. "All of it." "All of it?" I asked her, and I blinked, my eyes suddenly stinging. I was as scared as I'd ever been that I'd ruined my life and the most important thing in it... and I felt like crying. "Well, now I know how you fight," she said. Tamara came at me and I started to lower my head, big hot drops of sadness plopping out onto my cheeks. She's going to hit me. My body tensed for a slap or a roundhouse forearm to the side of my head. Instead, Tam put her arms around me and squeezed. I was mashed up against her in a bundle of love. I cried even more onto her shirt but now it was all mixed up with relieved laughter and I was shaking all over again. Tam kept squeezing and cooing soothing words at me, petting me, making me feel whole and nice again even as Heidi's spit cooled inside my vag and I felt the sopping wetness of my undies inside my pants kind of squishing into my hair and dabbing against my skin. "I think you handled that in a pretty cool way," Tamara said as we walked back inside the hotel. "But there's one thing I wanna know." "What?" "Everything." I demurred. I didn't get eaten out and tell. At least I deferred until another night, on which I spilled and then Tam made me spill again physically over and over and we slept naked against each other, the whole incident spent. Heidi and I did not fight after that as her reign at Delacroix came to its laudatory conclusion. I still had some run-ins with her understudies, but their hate was simple kid's stuff and didn't enflame me the way Empress Fleegleman's had. The Empress herself, as befitted royalty, stayed really aloof. And she graduated that June near the top of her class. I kept her little lesbo secret, and I hoped she followed through on her "forget Amy" plan. I didn't think I'd ever forget her. After all, in a way, she was one of the people who made me the girl I was. Anyways, we went back up to Dave's room party, which had pretty much died out. Sarah was so glad to see us; she had one of her infamous spaz attacks and knocked a half-full beer can off the TV onto the rug. Dave was pretty cool about it. And why not? His room was trashed enough as it was. Someone had scrawled some Bob Dylan lyrics on the wall, and they'd even disassembled the beds while I was downstairs with Heidi. We went back to our room, and this time, Gina actually spent the night with us. She kept me up out on the balcony yapping about what a cool guy Dave was. I asked her if she had some kind of rule about only dating guys with names that started with the letter D. We shivered in the amazingly cold wind out there; I mean, we were way up above the beach and it was really ripping into us. Especially since we were hardly wearing anything. And the next thing I knew, and it turned out it was my fault for making the letter D remark, Gina and I were talking about Daniel again. As happy as Gina was to have met Dave, she blurted out that even though she hated his guts now, the reason Daniel had been hanging out with us before he pulled his stunt at the Mixer was she'd been interested in him. Only now she told me he'd only been interested in talking about me. "You should have told me. You know I'd never fuck with something of yours like that," I told her. "I mean, every time I think about it, I feel like I want to vomit." "I know," Gina said. "If I ever see that douchebag again I will kick him so hard he'll feel... like... really... kicked." "Okay, that sounds like some pretty serious kicking." "I'm sorry I let him worm his way into our practices." "Why are you apologizing?" "God, it's kind of my fault he-" "NO IT ISN'T!" I shouted. My voice echoed. We both jumped. I tried again, this time more calmly. "No it's not, dude. You didn't attack me. He did." Gina didn't say anything. She was just looking intently at me. "He's the one who did something wrong. You just liked him before you knew he was a piece of shit douchebag asshole." Gina was nodding. I hoped she sincerely believed me. I meant it. As far as I was concerned, she was blameless. It was Daniel. We knew him for what he was now. Everyone did. But I didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was too depressing to think of him still being around on the scene. He wasn't here. I was with Gina. I'd had the weirdest night. So I summed up and dismissed the topic with, "It's over. Forget him. What about this Dave dude? Are you even going to see him again? He lives like a thousand miles away." "I'd better see him! He's coming to town during his semester break." "Cool." "Hey, Amy." "What?" "Your headlights are on." "Fuck you!" The next day, we checked out of the Beachsider, and spent part of the afternoon on the beach before heading home. Gina mentioned something about going to the MTV thing with Dave and his buddies, so I stuck an ice cold Dr. Pepper to her bare shoulder and made her jump about 10 feet. And poor Sarah got fried. Turns out she didn't know the difference between sunblock lotion and suntan lotion. What a dork.