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All in the Family By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part One "Tonight's the big night," Johnny slapped his best buddy's hand as they left school. "Friday night, and hopefully this could be it!" "Holy shit!" screamed Donnie. "I can hardly believe we're going! You told your mom you're staying over tonight, right?" "Yup, she's cool with it, especially since she knows you stay at your father's house on the weekends," replied Johnny. "She's comfortable with me staying there since he's a cop. Your mom's living with a younger man... not so much, so staying there works out nicely." "Perfect, because my dad won't be home until late, working a double shift so this should be awesome," said Donnie. "I can't wait!" They left their high school, jumping into Donnie's car as they headed to his house. He dropped off Johnny as he headed home to shower, getting ready for the big party. "Let's go dude. I'm freakin psyched!" said Donnie, picking up his friend. "Ok, ok. I'm coming," said Johnny, jumping in the car. "Me too. I've been dying to hit one of these college parties for the longest time. It's like the biggest Florida State party of the year. I can hardly believe we're going." "Ok, just act cool when we get there or we'll never get in," said Donnie. "My cousin's making sure we get in, but he told me if anyone thinks we're in high school we'll get tossed immediately, and he won't be there tonight to help us." They arrived at the party and did their best acting cool as they entered the tremendous house with Greek letters outside. There was room after room of college kids drinking everywhere, as they couldn't believe how many people were there. It didn't take long until they found the keg and started drinking and looking around at the scenery. They tried talking to some girls but didn't have much of a rap, as they mostly got blown off almost instantly. After a few hours, Donnie was pretty hammered, slouched over sitting on the couch, almost totally passed out while Johnny was pouring himself another beer from the keg when he heard a voice from behind him. "Mind pouring me one too?" said a girl touching Johnny's shoulder and handing him her big plastic cup. "Sure, no problem!" said Johnny taking the cup and then froze as he turned, handing it to her. "Thanks," said a gorgeous blonde taking her cup against his. "Cheers!" As they clanged cups, he couldn't take his eyes off her, watching her down about half of her beer. It was an immediate rise like he couldn't have imagined as his body reacted, watching her dark red bottom lip frame the cup when she tilted her head back drinking, as her sandy blonde hair whipped back until she took a breath. When she finally took the cup from her lips into her right hand, he stared at the distinct lipstick ring across it, staring at the most perfect body he had ever seen in a college cheer outfit from behind as her back was towards him, looking at Donnie. "So I think your friend may have over done it?" said the girl, lifting Donnie's wrist and dropping it back down as he was now pretty much passed out. "I'd say he's ossified." "Yeah he's pretty fucked up," said Johnny, sipping his beer. "He's a light weight." "Well, then if you're not here with anyone else, then how about you and I drink together?" said the woman. "Awesome," replied Johnny surprised. "I'd love that. Wait... Hoollllyyy shiiii....." "Hello Johnny," said the woman as she fully turned towards him now and he took a good look at her face instead of just her body. "Surprised to see me here? I'd guess so, from your expression." "Heather!" stuttered Johnny. "You're a... You're a college cheerleader?" "Why, don't you think I make a cute cheerleader?" said Heather smiling. "You don't like me in this?" "No well... I mean you look... Uuumm." Johnny stumbled with his words as Heather giggled before taking her finger and rubbing his wrist. "Relax Johnny," said Heather, softly biting her bottom lip. "You're just not used to seeing me like this. I'm not telling anyone you're not in college if you're not telling anyone that you've seen me here tonight, ok?" "Of course not, Heather," Johnny was barely able to look at her. "I'd never say a word to anyone." "Good boy," said Heather grinning as she lifted his chin and gave him a wink. "Because you know I'm not in college either, right?" "Yes," replied Johnny, looking into her eyes. "I'm pretty sure your cousin said you graduated like ten years ago I think?" "No!" said Heather, playfully slapping his forearm before whispering. "We'll it's eleven if you really must know, but who's counting, but only nine since my MBA if that counts." "Not me. I can barely pass math," said Johnny, still slightly stunned. "And I doubt anyone here could tell!" "Thanks! This was one of my cheer outfits years ago when I went here!" said Heather, stepping back and swinging her hips. "I'm proud it still fits!" She was absolutely loving the bewildered look on his face as she swayed her hips back and forth and then flipped her hair, giving a little neck twist. Like a dog he could feel himself almost drooling as he stared at her outfit, which was a two piece form fitting white with red and gold trimmed lycra Florida State cheer costume, displaying her rock hard stomach. It was impossible to miss her dangling rhinestone belly ring jiggle as she spoke, and even more how her nipples dented the tight top showing off her perky rack. She looked so different with her hair pulled back off her face, as it was lifted at her forehead in a rounded poufy style before it swung in a high pony behind a huge white cheer bow in a flat ironed straight style between her shoulder blades. He was used to seeing her fairly made up, only now she was without her glasses or bangs and her lipstick was half worn off from her drinking. "Does it ever!" mumbled Johnny as she grinned. "Thanks. I try to work out," said Heather, handing him her cup. "Only difference is I wasn't a blonde back then. How about you pour me another one, honey?" "Sure." Johnny took it and then poured the beer. When she took it she stepped back sipping it a bit more slowly now as she looked him up and down as he sipped his. "So...?" Giggled Heather watching him spill some of it on his pants. "Do I make you nervous?" "Well... no... it's just you're my best friend's older cousin and you did say you're not telling on us, right? Because my parents would..?" Johnny started to say as she quickly approached him, putting her finger on his lips. "Older?" said Heather giving him a look. "Did you say older? Is that a problem?" "No, well you don't look older," stuttered Johnny. "I mean...." "I think you mean to stop talking before you ruin the moment we had," said Heather, shaking her head. "Right?" "Yup," said Johnny, putting down his head and holding up his cup. "Good idea!" "That's better! So we're drinking buddies tonight ,ok?" said Heather, clanging her cup before sipping again. "Cheers!" "Cool!" replied Johnny. "But you're interested in more than that. Aren't you?" Asked Heather, looking him up and down. "I mean you came here for more than that, right?" "Huugh," Gulped Johnny. "Well yeah! But wait.... why are you here?" "Same reason," said Heather with a grin, before downing the rest of her beer. "Woahhh," said Johnny, quickly downing his beer now. "So let me ask you something, and you can tell me. It's cool," said Heather smiling and nibbling at her index finger. "I've heard you've got pictures of me on your wall in your room. Is that true?" "Oh yeah... You're in a few family shots with your cousin," replied Johnny. "Really how nice is that?" said Heather. "You're so sweet. Aren't you?" "Oh," said Johnny meekly. "Thanks. You've got a great family." "Yeah thanks," said Heather as a big sheepish grin filled her face. "But you do realize I saw the video you posted of your room on your you tube channel, and I could see all my pictures on your wall right?" "I do now I guess?" replied Johnny with a gulp. "Ok, well the thing is I don't remember seeing my cousin in any of them?" said Heather, pretending to think, tapping her temple with her index finger. "But maybe I forgot, because I don't remember him being with me on Halloween when I was Catwoman, or at a club when I was in that backless red mini-dress. You know and somehow he must of got cut out of our vacation picture, when I was in the little blue bikini picture? I guess there wasn't room for him there, since the thing is like almost poster size right?" "I'm sorry," said Johnny, lowering his head. "I'll take them down. Please don't say anything, because my parents will kill me. They just think they're of some model." "You know in a way I'm flattered Johnny, but I can't just let that go without doing anything about it?" replied Heather, staring at him with intent. "Can I?" "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want," said Johnny, getting emotional. "Please, they'll kill me." "Ssssshhh easy," said Heather, grabbing his hand. "Let's go talk more privately." She dragged him upstairs, looking around until they found an open bedroom and closed the door behind her, locking the door. "Ok be completely honest here," Heather shook her head. "Have you been jerking off to my pictures. Tell me the truth. No lies!" "No.. I wouldn't," Johnny mumbled as she folded her arms and he looked down. "Ok... Yes! Yes! I'm sorry. You're so damn...!" "Calm down... calm down It's ok!" said Heather, fanning her hands. "And I haven't seen you with any girls with my cousin, so my guess is you're a virgin right?" "Yes," replied Johnny, putting his head down. "Yes, we both are!" "Really?" said Heather, approaching him now and lifting his chin, looking into his eyes. "Let's get off these beer soaked pants and see what we've got here?" "Wait.. what are you doing?" Johnny asked as she expertly undid his belt and button fly. "Kick off the shoes and jeans too, please," said Heather. "Let's see if the one eyed monster that's been aroused by my pictures likes me as much in the flesh. Now come, let's get a good look see." Johnny was caught completely off guard as she knelt, not taking no for an answer, pulling off his shoes and then his pants around his ankles. He turned beet red as she tossed them across the room and then in one quick tug ripped away his boxers. As she stood up, she pulled the t- shirt right over his head as he stood there quivering, naked as she sat back on the bed, staring at him in the buff. "So go ahead," said Heather, flicking her finger at him. "Let's see what happens in that room of yours at night when you stare at me." "Please!" cried Johnny. "I can't do that now. Please I'm sorry. I'll do anything." "Well that second part is true, but you're not getting off the hook that easy," said Heather as she took all of his clothes in a pile and opened the window, tossing them out. "Holy shit!" cried Johnny. "What the hell, Heather." "Exactly Johnny. Now you know I mean fucking business. You think I crash these college parties for drinking games?" said Heather flicking his limp member. "Now let's see what you got and it better be good, or I'll unlock this door and send you back to the party like this." Johnny gulped from her touch as she stunned him, taking a hold of his manhood and giving a few rough yanks as he instantly came to life. She then went back over sitting on the bed as she ran her tongue completely across her lips wetting them as he could feel himself turn rock solid now. It didn't take much as he began yanking on his manhood and began moaning as he stared at her smiling. "Hold out, pretty boy," Heather approached. "Don't you fucking dare go so fast?" With that she slapped his hands off himself and knelt down, engulfing him in her mouth. He could hardly contain his moans as she reached up muffling his mouth as she expertly deep throated his member, and within seconds he couldn't hold out, exploding in her mouth as she swallowed every drop with little effort. "That's a good boy," said Heather as she got to her feet. "Now it's time to return the favor." She wiggled her finger for him to follow as she went back, positioning herself at the edge of the bed. She then stuck her hands under her cheer skirt and he watched salivating as suddenly she was spinning her thong around her index finger with her legs spread open. "Game time for you now, Johnny," said Heather as she instantly grabbed his neck as he approached her. "And I expect that tongue of your at top speed!" Before Johnny could even react, she dug her fingers into the back of his head yanking at his hair and thrusting his face under her skirt. He had no experience with a woman's private area, quickly being surprised by the aroma and its wetness as he began using his lips. She was opening and closing her thighs as he found himself trapped between pressure points as he extended his tongue deep inside. He had no idea how long he would be in there, but he sure wasn't complaining as he was enjoying her ripping through his hair and forcing his face inside her. In was a good ten minutes before finally her screaming and moaning got pretty loud. She then wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, almost breaking it until she let out some final screams, squeezing his neck with more pressure than he could have imagined. When she relaxed her muscles, she laid back down on the bed as he did the same on the floor, almost not believing what he had just done. "Not bad for a rookie!" said Heather before she finally sat back up. "Thanks," said Johnny, feeling proud of himself working on catching his breath. "Holy shit! Thanks!" "But we better go check on my cousin, and if we ever meet up again, maybe we'll take care of that little virginity problem you've got," teased Heather, scooping up her panties and slipping them on. "Again!" said Johnny. "Seriously? I'd love that!" "Well you never know?" said Heather, stopping him and looking out the window. "Right now I'm sorry but we've got bigger issues. Well at least you do?" "Oh shit, my clothes?" cried Johnny, running over and looking out. "They're gone!" "Sorry, I guess I got carried away," said Heather, rummaging through some of the drawers in the room and then opening the closet. "I guess we both did, so let's see what we got here! I'm sure we'll find something that'll fit!" "Holy crap," said Johnny, seeing nothing but frilly things. "This is a girls room!" "What did you think, genius?" said Heather, holding out a few skirts. "It's a Sorority house. Did you expect they'd have Levi's for you here? Lock the door. I'm going to run down and check on Donnie, and I'll look around outside for your clothes?" Johnny wrapped himself in a sheet as he watched Heather roam around outside. He could see her chatting with some guys before finally she came back up, knocking on the door. "Nothing in sight, and your buddy's passed out on the couch," said Heather, shaking her head as she entered. "Let's figure out your issues first, and then we'll get him on the way out." "Please," said Johnny as she locked the door behind them. "Because obviously I can't go out of here in a sheet." "Well maybe if it was a toga party," Chuckled Heather. "But not tonight, and there's campus security outside watching everyone that leaves, so we need to make a quiet uneventful exit." "Oh shit," said Johnny looking again out the window. "I see them out there!" "No biggie if you're cool. Now let's find something you'll fit into and we'll get out of here," said Heather, opening a few drawers. "You must be kidding, Heather," Johnny said as she tossed a few tops and jeans on the bed. "No way am I walking through all those kids down there and security in girl's clothes." "True, that could be a big problem," said Heather, holding up a pair of jeans. "You'd get your ass kicked and truthfully, even these stretch jeans would show everything. We need something that'll cover down there." "Girls have sweats or hoodies too, don't they?" cried Johnny. "Just find me something neutral and baggie." "Apparently not this little rich bitch, and I'd say she's way shorter than you, but definitely way heavier than me," replied Heather. now taking a few outfits from the closet. "Plus I'm sure you noticed for a party like this there's not a girl dressed in sweats, so that won't fly if we found any." "Heather, no," said Johnny as his eyes bugged. "No way. That's even worse." "Oh stop it. Now stand straight up and I'd trade with you if you want, but no way are you fitting in my cheer outfit. I'm a size four," said Heather, holding up a few different things against his body and giving his manhood a gentle squeeze. "Something here will do. She's a twelve and you need the pleats." Johnny could barely believe this was about to happen, as without warning Heather slipped his right arm through the strap of a bra and began adjusting the arm lengths. He looked down, feeling sick as she knelt lifting his leg and without much warning he was now standing there in a satin violet bra and panty set as he gasped when she pulled it tightly between his butt crack. "This doesn't look right, Heather!" Johnny yelped, looking down at himself. "Please, they'll kick my ass and now I have a wedgie." "I would never let that happen, honey," said Heather as she reached down, adjusting him and pulling it even tighter. "Stay calm and just trust me. You'll get used to it, and I want to keep you pulled back there as much as I can." "I guess, but it's not like I have much choice," said Johnny as she slipped his arms through the short sleeves of his top before slipping a roll of socks in each cup and began buttoning it. "See that's better! Keep your head on straight and this will be no big deal," Heather worked at the collar. "Whoever's clothes these are has a decent set so this works fine since she's wide enough and probably a little hippy." "Oh, this sucks," said Johnny as she now held out a skirt and he stepped in. "Exactly so just follow my lead," said Heather, zipping up the back. "Only issue is you're probably at least six inches taller than whoever this belongs to, so everything's going to be me a little short on you but that's not too bad. Good thing you're so slim, because it actually fits better than I thought." "Oh crap!" said Johnny looking down at himself as she began rolling some stockings up each leg. "This will not work." "You'll be fine, and we don't have to walk that far, so your heels will stick off the sole just a little in the back," said Heather, measuring shoes up against his feet. "But good thing she has these little sling backs with some elastic straps because you're not fitting into any of her flats or boots with a closed heel. Your feet are a good two sizes bigger, but obviously you can't handle anything else I can cram you into, like the skyscrapers this girl owns that have straps we could manipulate." "Not funny, Heather," cried Johnny as she shoehorned him in, stretching the back straps. "I'll fall in these." "Of course you won't. These are like little kitten heels that kids can even walk in. Now shush and let me make you look decent," she said, dumping a container filled with makeup onto the bed. "No chance of that," said Johnny looking at her as she rummaged through all the different tubes and bottles she found in the room. "Oh stop!" said Heather, inspecting his face. "You barely shave and I see nothing but some peach fuzz on that lip." "I do, maybe once a week," said Johnny as she switched on an electric razor and wiped out the peach fuzz in seconds. "See, now you're for good for another week then," teased Heather, putting it down before she held up a few small jars against his face. "You probably don't know this, but I worked at the makeup counter at the mall for four years in college. I could paint up a pig and make it look decent. Now hush up and trust me you'll be fine." She patted the bed as he sat there while she went to work contouring and blending at his complexion. It was so weird feeling the soft and creamy cosmetics gliding over his face as he watched her open tube after tube. She was certainly a wizard with her brushes, gliding them across his cheeks and lids but the weirdest part was her pencil marking the edge of his lids, followed by the stroking at his lashes. He had worn chapstick before, but never knew the taste of a deeper flavor penetrating his lips as she touched them with the moist crayon. He sneezed as she finished him off with some powder as she got a chuckle out of it before stepping back to admire her work. "Wow," said Heather, nodding her head as she twisted her chin right and left. "I'm still pretty freaking good at this and it's been quite a few years since I've done makeup on anyone other than myself or a family member." "So that means I'll pass?" said Johnny, getting nervous and standing up trying to find a place to see what he looked like. "But I won't. Look at me. I'll get beat up. I probably look like Boy George or some freaky club kid!" "Patience please," said Heather, rummaging through some more drawers. "I'm far from done." "Oh this sucks," Johnny said as she took a brush to his hair, gliding it all towards the right and then picking at it with her fingers. "Let's just get this over with and I'll run out the door." "Remember we have to collect Donnie?" Heather tossed a series of hair products on the bed. "And I was hoping to find some extensions or something here, but no luck and I'm not loving the whole pixie thing on you? That won't work?" "Meaning what?" said Johnny confused. "Does that mean a change in plans?" "No it just mean guys, especially young college guys, hate chicks with short hair and you'll be even more noticable," said Heather lifting his hair in front with her fingers and thinking. "Frigging lose this and I'll kill you! I just bought it!" He watched as she dug her fingers inside the crown of her head and tossed a few bobbi pins onto the bed next to him. He wasn't sure exactly what she was doing until suddenly her long blonde pony had now been tossed on the bed as well. as he looked up at her undoing the small bun and taking her fingers ruffing up her now loose messy shoulder length hair. "Ok, let's work a little magic here," said Heather, plugging in a curling iron and then shaking a tube of gel, filling her left hand. "You might have just enough to make it work." This was getting even weirder now as she began filling his hair near each ear with the thick gel and pulling it away from his face. She filled her palm again this time, working it away from the base of his neck in back and then she took a comb firmly gliding through it. He looked over, seeing the green light on the curling iron and then stretched the hair directly behind his forehead from temple to temple, pinching it between her fingers. He looked up, seeing the clamp of the iron open as she stretched a section forward and then watched her roll it back horizontally before it left his line of sight as he could feel the heat directly atop his head. When she released it, she took the next small section directly behind the curled one, brushing it into her fingers. When she was satisfied with its thickness, she again slid in her iron and then finally released it before repeating the process one last time, doing a third section. Each time he could feel the hair spring back before she shook an aerosol can now, covering his eyes and saturating his the top of his head. "Oh this is cute on you!" teased Heather as she began raking through the hairspray with a wide toothed brush and then she took two bobbi pins to her teeth. "Not funny, Heather," said Johnny as she teased a little more before spraying again and then pushed at it with her palms. "Oh stop!" said Heather, sliding in a bobbi pin on the left and then another from the right. She stepped behind him now as he felt her gathering his shortish slightly sweaty hair at the back of his crown before twisting and securing it. When she finished, she lifted the long blonde pony from the bed as he could see her pinch open the little hidden jaw clip on the end. "You kidding? It's blonde and my hair's brown," said Johnny, objecting. "Maybe go back to the pixie or whatever you just did with that iron. Better yet, maybe she has a hat." "Ombre is in hon, so chill it'll be fine," said Heather, tugging at the little section. "It's just a sandy blonde anyway." Within a moment it was so strange feeling its obvious weight as the clip clamped, scraping his scalp and she began sliding pin after pin, securing it in place. She took some time blending the edges and hiding the pins as all the scratching was apparent. "I just want to fan it out a bit for coverage and we're almost done," said Heather, using a pick and spreading it from side to side before saturating it from behind this time. "Thank goodness," said Johnny as she again dug through some drawers. "I'm going to puke." "Stop being such a baby, but these little black studs look too boyish and girls would never wear them," said Heather as she took the little black earrings from each ear and replaced them with something he could feel the weight of. "I'll put them in this purse I'll give you, and you can change them back later." "Great?" whined Johnny as she stepped back inspecting him. "Are we done then? I plan on flying out of here." "You tell me?" said Heather, grinning as she looked him over. "Walk over there and take a look." Johnny's ankles shook, as he walked a few steps across the room, stunned once he got in front of the long mirror. Staring back at him now was what clearly resembled an appealing college girl with her makeup fully done and in a preppy short outfit. His toes were pinched in tightly by basic black inch and one half heeled closed toe sling backs, which he had squeezed into as the elastic strap was severely stretched behind his heel. It was extremely unsettling seeing how much thigh he was showing, as the black thigh high stockings stretched barely over his knees but he did realize why he needed the pleats, as any little buldge he may have had wasn't showing. His skirt was grey and white plaid, with some thin lavender striping mixed in, and had full frontal pleats but did appear fairly short. Above it, he was in a tapered short sleeved light colored lavender blouse, which was buttoned up just covering his naval, as it almost completely covered his mid-section, showing just a hint of skin between his top and skirt. At the neckline, the button less collar showed the inner edges of the slightly darker lavender lacey bra, displaying the little faux bumps he now had which gave him the illusion of a modest a B-cup. What was certainly more impressive than how she made his outfit work was how well she had done up his face and removed the illusion of boyish hair. From the crown of his head now gushed a sandy blonde top pony, of which the hair was fanned out behind his head from shoulder to shoulder across his back, looking quite different than when it was atop Heather's head, where it had previously streamed more traditionally in a tighter pony. From his forehead, his natural brunette hair was turned back into a slightly elevated bump style before the gelled sides and back all came together into the pony's band, like they were actually attached to it. In his ears, his little cool boyish black earrings were now replaced with huge thin gold hoops which almost touched his collar and sparkled in the light. He could hardly believe how his face was completely transformed, as Heather certainly was pretty talented in doing makeup. Never did he think his lashes could look so thick coated in dark brown mascara, fronting a thin liner that circled his pupils. He also noticed how just a hint of lavender eye shadow at the creases played off his blouse and blended so well with the ivory top shadows. It felt so weird to taste the deep plum colored matte lipstick as he actually enjoyed the grape taste, swishing his tongue and for the first time in his life he realized he had such full cheekbones, which slightly glowed in radiant dark rose blush. "I love that flavor lip gloss too. I guess you never kissed a girl with a tasty gloss like that, enthused Heather, breaking his gaze and then covering her mouth with a giggle. "Wait ... You have never kissed a girl period, have you?" "Well ...I." Johnny turned red before changing the subject. "Can we just get out of here now? Obviously I'm ready to get the hell out of here please!" "Almost, but one last little adjustment because guys notice these things," said Heather, grapping the electric razor again and slightly lifting his skirt. "Wait, what the hell." Johnny grabbed her hand. "Relax, I'm just wiping away the peach fuzz. You're not really hairy, so it's nothing!" Heather pushed him away and quickly buzzed "You've got a lot of thigh showing, plus a touch of midriff. That'll definitely draw some attention walking out of here if I don't just clean it up, as no girl would go out looking like that!" "Great?" whined Johnny as it was hard to watch as it glided in a circular fashion across his upper thigh and it only took another minute before she dropped his skirt and erased the little strays from his around his belly button. "Ok, I think that'll do," she said, straightening up the room and then tossing a few things in a black pocketbook and placing the strap over his shoulder. "Let's go collect Donnie and get out of here. Just try to act as cute as you look, and it'll be fine." "You're stealing some of her makeup, too?" asked Johnny as they exited the room. "What do I need that crap for?" "You shouldn't, but just in case anything wears off while you're driving home and you need to touch up to stay incognito," replied Heather as they got down the hall and looked over the rail. "Damn! Look at him!" "Holy shit," said Johnny, grasping the rai,l looking down. "He's still totally fucked up." "Soften your voice," whispered Heather, rolling her eyes towards Johnny, showing him a guy was approaching them. "You're definitely going to have to drive, and it'll be a job just getting him out of here." "Oh shit! Now what?" whispered Johnny as he turned away toward Heather as the guy gently grabbed his wrist as he walked past them. "Hey girls," said a half lit guy as he passed. "Want to go smoke a joint and hang out?" "Ah no thanks," replied Heather, brushing him off as she grabbed Johnny pulling him down the stairs. "Fine bitches," said the guy as he just missed sliding his tongue against Johnny's cheek as they moved away and touched his ass. "Holy shit, that's gross," cried Johnny, relieved as they hurried down the stairs. "See, now you understand already what assholes guys can be, especially when they're high," said Heather with a laugh. "And that's why we tossed some blush in that bag, because he wanted to lick it right off you." "Ok please," said Johnny, navigating the stair in his little heels. "Let's just get Donnie." "Get up moron," Heather pulled at him. "Donnie, get up. You're freaking hammered." "Come on, you're not light, asshole," said Johnny, shaking him severely. "Soft voice, please," Heather nudged him. "Sorry," said Johnny, pulling up his buddy to his feet. "Now you get one arm and I'll get the other." "Holy crap. This jerk is heavy, and his legs are like jelly," said Heather as she had her arm around him. Donnie was barely standing as Johnny grabbed him and they guided him over towards the door, half dropping him with every step. They must have been hit on a good half dozen times as Johnny was almost immune to it already as they worked their way through the crowd. As they got outside, they garnered the attention of every student as some turned, poking some fun while others could care less as they partied. "He's not driving, right ladies?" Asked a security guard as they got to the street away from the house. "No of course not, officer," said Heather. "We're both fine, so we'll get him home safely, but thanks." They were both exhausted as they finally got to the back of the parking lot, dragging him all the way until finally they found Donnie's car. Heather put her hands in his pocket, taking his keys and they opened the passenger side, finally strapping him in. They both leaned back against the car for a moment catching their breath, until Heather stood straight up and composed herself. "Ok, good luck," said Heather, slamming the car door and hugging Johnny. "My car is off campus, so I'm heading a few blocks the other way." "You're leaving me with him like this?" Asked Johnny, getting nervous. "But I have to get past the guards and out the gate. Obviously I lost my wallet, and even if I didn't I couldn't use it now." "Relax, not one person made you. You look pretty damn good," said Heather, opening her purse and taking out a badge. "Here use this to get out of the gate. It's my fake id I've been using for years, and it'll work no problem." "Doreen Regan? You're a 24 year old graduate student from Kansas?" said Johnny, looking puzzled, holding it out. "No, now you're a 24 year old graduate student from Kansas," said Heather, pushing his hand away. "Believe me that picture is so fuzzy it could be almost any blonde, so now it's you. So my suggestion is you get moving Miss Regan, because you've got about ninety minutes to get him home in bed and changed before the sun comes up and his father gets home from work." "Oh shit," said Johnny, taking it and getting in the car. "Now drive safely and text me from his phone once you get him in bed," Heather hugged him through the window. "I didn't use anything waterproof on you, so soap up and scrub and it'll wash off." "Thanks and I can't wait until next time though. It was amazing," Johnny smiled. "Just hopefully it won't be as crazy as this." "Oh I hope it'll be crazier," said Heather, licking her lips. "But let's not think that way right now and arouse anything, because it's not going to work that well in that outfit ya' think." Heather gave one last wink before she weaved through a few parked cars and out of sight as Johnny started the car. He put the car in drive and began slowly driving away, doing his best to drive carefully in the little heels. He could feel his stomach in knots as he drove up to the security booth as he rolled down the window, gave a little smile and held up the id card. He watched the guard look in, seeing Donnie passed out in the passenger seat and without any hesitation gave a nod, seeing this a million times before and up went the gate. He felt a sigh of relief as he drove off slowly, only glancing back for a moment as they turned, heading toward Donnie's house. It was a fairly uneventful drive as he concentrated on driving safely, watching his speed and obeying every sign. He was only a few miles from Donnie's house as he stopped at a light, glancing over to his left as he could see a car next to him with a bunch of guys checking him out. Immediately he broke eye contact, glancing toward Donnie as he was stirring and reached over tapping his buddy. "You ok?" Johnny gave him a little shake. "Wake up! We're almost at your house and you weigh a frigging ton." "Home? No way" said a groggy Donnie. "Let's party." "It's me, moron!" Stared Johnny as he was interrupted by constant honking and screaming. "What's up babe! Like the wheels!" screamed a guy, revving the engine of his muscle car. Johnny looked over, seeing a car full of guys and then looked away, trying to ignore them. "Come on, roll down the window and let's talk. You're looking all lonely!" said one of the guys, hanging out the window. "No thanks. I'm heading home," said Johnny, giving a quick glance trying to avoid eye contact. "Good night now." "Come on! You're looking fine," said the guy, reaching all the way, tapping the window as he almost falling from the car. "Sorry. I'm taken guys," mouthed Johnny through the closed window, thinking quickly as he grabbed the back of Donnie's collar, showing his drunken face to the guys. "My boyfriend's right here." "Whatever, slut!" screamed the guys as the light turned green and they screeched the tires, speeding away. "Assholes," chuckled Johnny as he turned, ready to drive and releasing Donnie's collar. "That was a close oneeeeeee!" He expected Donnie to just drop back into the chair but instead had no idea Donnie was right in his face as the moment he turned his neck, Donnie's lips pressed against his. He was stunned for a moment, but quickly pushed him back forcefully against the passenger door as he felt Donnie press his tongue against his teeth. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" yelled Johnny, instantly stepping on the gas pedal. "Holy shit you fucking kissed me, you stupid asshole. It's me! It's Johnny, you dickhead!" "That was hot, Joanie," said Donnie, half slurring his speech. "You're a good kisser!" "It's Johnny, you drunk asshole!" Johnny was now totally annoyed. "Now sober the fuck up, and don't be such a dick." "Sure, I'll show you my dick," mumbled Donnie, barely cracking his eyes open, unzipping his pants. Johnny could hardly believe the sound he just heard as he looked over, realizing it was the sound of Donnie's zipper. In his right hand now was his erection as he began moaning with his eyes three quarters shut as he was slowly yanking his member, pleasuring himself. "Have you lost it, totally," screamed Johnny. "It's me I told you! I'm not a ...." Johnny slammed his foot on the brake, stunned as Donnie grabbed across his neck as his hand left the wheel he found his face jammed into Donnie's lap. "Let go asshole!" screamed Johnny, revolted as he struggled to free himself. "Right fucking now." What was only a second seemed like a lifetime as he pushed himself back, breathing heavily from the struggle, punching Donnie a few times the moment he was free. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" screamed Johnny, trying to catch his breath as he noticed a flash behind them. "Oh no! No way! Quick button the fuck up." He leaned back over, trying to close up his buddies' pants, panicking as he heard the dreaded knock on his window. He looked over, almost not believing this could even be remotely possible, seeing the flash light in an officers hand shining in as he began shaking. "Roll it down, please?" Asked the officer. "License and registration please, miss?" "Officer, it's not what it looks like," Johnny babbled as he looked over and then saw another officer at the other window. "It's uumm...It's ummm?" "License and registration please, miss?" said the officer. "You please cover up, son." "Ok..ok," stuttered Johnny, looking around the car before opening the glove comportment. "Here's his registration. You see I'm driving my friend's car because he had too much to drink, and please believe me but I lost my wallet at a party we just came from. It's a long story and..." "Your purse is right there, miss," said the officer, shining the light on the back seat, stopping him from talking. "Is it in there or not, because if you can't produce your license I'll need to search it." "It's not in there sir," babbled Johnny. "But let me just expl--." "I suggest you watch your tone, young lady," said the officer holding out his hand. "Sorry... here." Johnny reached back, handing it to him. "It's been a long night and please believe me I lost it. It's a funny story so..." "Again... Save it please miss, and I'll need to verify this is your boyfriend's car, so reach over and get me his license please," said the officer stopping him as Johnny shut up and reached over, pulling Donnie's wallet from the back of his pants. "We'll be right back, just sit quietly I'd appreciate if you get your boyfriend zipped." The officers walked back to their car behind them as Johnny could feel the sweat dripping down his brow. "I can hardly believe I'm doing this," said Johnny to himself, reaching over towards his slumped over buddy. "Fucking disgusting." He could barely fathom he was tucking his buddies hard on inside his boxers, and then quickly yanked at Donnie's zipper which was stuck. He yanked hard a few times, glancing up realizing the second officer was watching his every movement as the flash light shined through the window, as he was at least able to fasten side button closing his jeans. He tried a few more times yanking the zipper as it wouldn't go up, until finally he was interrupted by the other officer returning. "Ok so you are correct that all we found was your pretty worn out college I.D, Miss Regan and we did verify this car is his," said the officer. "Now please step out and you'll need to take a quick sobriety test." Johnny was shitting his pants as he slowly walked the line cautious in the low heels. He followed instructions, touching his nose with each index finger and then breathed into a tube. "Ok Miss Regan, please wait leaning quietly against the car, facing straight ahead and await instruction," said the officer. "Yes sir," replied Johnny, staring at him as the other officer was on the phone. He sat against the car quivering for a good fifteen minutes as his mind raced with fear, until finally another patrol car pulled up as he saw a large burly officer exit the car, heading his way. "Evening sheriff," said one of the officers. The sheriff looked him up and down, not saying a word and then looked in the window staring at Donnie. He then walked around to that side of the car, opening the door and giving him a shake. He seemed to be lecturing him but it was hard to hear the conversation, until finally he closed the door and walked back to Johnny. "So I'll just ask this once, and don't lie to me or we'll have an even bigger problem here," said the sheriff, looking him in the eyes. "Where were you two and did you two do any drugs?" "We were at the Florida State party sir. And no... no drugs," replied Johnny, nervously tearing up. "He did way too many shots and beer and mixed a lot of hard liquor. I'm sorry... I wasn't with him the whole time.. I just... I was just bringing him home and he got a little...." "It's ok, Doreen," said the Sheriff, taking his hand and looking him in the eye. "I believe you. I appreciate you driving him, because obviously he's in no state to do much of anything let alone drive. So I'm glad you acted responsibly." "Thank you," said Johnny meekly as he released his hand. "Normally we've had a problem with you driving without your license, but under the circumstances I'm going to let that slide and give you the benefit of the doubt that you lost it since I appreciate you taking good care of getting my son home," said the Sheriff, looking over at the other two cops. "You two can go now please." "Your son?" asked Johnny, realizing it was Donnie's father. "Oh of course I'd get him home safely sir." "Good girl," said the sheriff nodding. "Guess he didn't mention his father was the sheriff, did he?" "Well, yeah I did kind of know you were some sort of cop, but it really didn't cross my mind with all this tonight sir," said Johnny nervously. "Yeah well it appears both of your minds were in other places! Weren't they?" said the sheriff, handing him his purse. "You might want to clean up a little ok, while I radio in that there is no issue and then you'll follow me home. Just remember he's only seventeen, but in a way I guess I'm lucky he was with someone more mature and responsible." The sheriff got back in his car as Johnny let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes for a moment as he started the car. He glanced at himself in the rear view mirror, realizing some of his hair had been pulled, sticking out on one side with a bobbi pin hanging loosely and that his lipstick was smeared across his left cheek. He opened the purse, taking out a tissue and wiping his face and it was ever so strange looking at his reflection as he unscrewed the tube, re-coating his lips and then brushed on some blush. Everything else looked normal enough to him as he rummaged through the little makeup case before he pulled back on the loose section of his hair and slid in the bobbi pin. The sheriff gave a little flash of his lights as he pulled out and Johnny followed as it was less than a five minute drive through their neighborhood as they pulled up at Donnie's house. The sheriff then opened the passenger door and ripped his son from the seat as he easily dragged him into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. "So what's your address and I'll drop you home," said the sheriff as he came back down the stairs. "Or do you live on campus?" "Oh I wasn't planning on going home tonight. I was staying..." Johnny began to say before he quickly stopped himself. "Oh... ummm I guess the campus library maybe. You know studying to do and all." "On Friday at 5am?" said the sheriff, giving him a look. "You know I'm a detective right, and with answers like that you know I smell a rat?" "Maybe I can just wait in the car for Donnie to wake up and then he'll take me back, ok?" said Johnny heading towards the door. "We need to talk when he gets up, and I promise I'll be no trouble because I know you must have to get back to work." "I wasn't born yesterday, Doreen," said the sheriff. "I'm guessing that meant your roommate has company and you and my son planned on you staying here while I was at work? Have you been here before without my knowledge?" "No sir I swear I've never been here before, but I have stayed at his mom's place a few times," said Johnny. "I'd never put anyone out sir!" "That's no shock as my ex-wife has always been a bit liberal and irresponsible," said the sheriff, closing the door. "Come on, you can stay in the guest room and I'll have him take you home in the morning." "Thank you," said Johnny as he followed him up the stairs and into the guest room. He quickly locked the door, as he was even nervous as he stripped down to just the panties, quickly getting under the covers, tossing and turning before finally falling asleep.