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Test Prep By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Three They hopped inside Johnny's Camaro as Ryan was of course in the passenger seat instead of the back as he sat half leaning towards Johnny, who had his right arm across his shoulders as they drove. On one hand it was funny that he had just secured another boyfriend for his sister, and then the more he thought about the situation he realized he?d soon have to tell her about everything. It was ten minutes of half listening and small talk until finally they turned into the parking lot as he looked down at his left shoulder, watching Johnny?s fingers play with his hair. As the car pulled around back of the restaurant and Johnny ran around to open his car door, it was all hitting him as he found himself in a hug and then holding hands being started at. He had little choice but to allow Johnny to kiss his cheek and smile back at him as he was ready to bolt for the back door. "Call you tomorrow ok?" said Johnny, finally releasing his grip in Ryan?s fingers. "Great," winked Ryan, stepping back. "Have a good night and I really gotta go." He pulled on the back door and hurried inside, never looking up as he scurried past some servers, avoiding eye contact and going into the small locker room. He leaned back against the door with five minutes to spare, texting his mother he was ready to be picked up and he felt a huge sense of relief when she said she was awaiting outside. He needed a minute anyway to gather himself, trying to figure out how to tell his sister about the evening, but she?d find out anyway soon, especially once he gave her her phone back. He needed her help to get the piercing from his belly and even more so knew she could now hold quite a few things over him. He texted Veronica that he?d be punching her card out and then exited the room, quickly doing so for both of them. Like a bullet he weaved through some late night patrons in the restaurant just as the shift changes were taking place, and then was never happier to see his mother?s car as he raced over, hopping in the back. "Well, how did it go?" his mother asked as he got in the car. "What?s she doing here?" said Ryan, closing the door in the back seat. "What if someone sees us?" "All they could see is you, Tracey?" said his sister, pointing to him with her hair hidden under a baseball cap, red bob wig and sunglasses on. "Don?t I look cute as a red head? and I?m incognito." "Not really," said Ryan, rolling his eyes and looking away. "Relax, she just came for the ride and it?s nighttime," said his mother, smelling the air. "What's that smell? Have you been drinking Ryan?" "No!" exclaimed Ryan. "No?" questioned his mother. "I smell alcohol!" "Relax mom," said Tracey chiming in. "We can?t serve it, but did you forget we clean it up. People spill beer and shit everywhere and obviously pretty boy isn?t as meticulous as I am when he cleans it up." "It?s impossible not to get it all over you mom," said Ryan, smelling his sleeve. "Plus, this is my first time, remember?" "Sorry," replied his mother, accepting the bullshit. "You?re right. So how did you do?" "I have no idea?" said Ryan. "I only have forty bucks cash. I think ok, but all these tips are mostly on credit cards, so I don?t know exactly how much I made?" "Give me my phone genius," said Tracey, snapping her fingers, holding her hand open. "It?ll be right online in the app." "Here," said Ryan, putting it in her hand. "Wow, not bad?" teased Tracey logging in on her phone. "You must have wiggled that ass pretty good! Almost four hundred bucks." "Seriously?," said Ryan happily. "That?s more than I need for my VR stuff!" "You sure?" giggled Tracey. "Minus taxes, the manager?s cut and don?t forget my dry cleaning, because you are definitely paying to get the alcohol stench out of my new clothes." "Fine, but then how much do I have left?" questioned Ryan. "Maybe half," thought Tracey, tapping her chin. "Half? Seriously?" said Ryan, all pissed off. "Sorry to disappoint you princess, but don?t worry, I can hook you up with some other shifts in this location and no one would be the wiser," teased Tracey, scrolling through her phone. "From the messages, it looks like they want you back." "No thanks," Ryan said. "Let?s just get home please, and then just help me get all this crap off me." His sister and his mother were laughing and then mostly made small talk as his mother turned her attention to lecturing him about tomorrow?s test, until thankfully they got home. Into the house raced his sister first, looking around to make sure no one was looking but it was pitch black anyway, as finally everyone was inside. When they got upstairs, she led him into the bathroom to help clean off his face, closing the door and then leaned back against it before she spoke with a huge grin on her face. "So it seems you had a nice first day as a girl, didn?t you Tracey," smiled his sister, reaching down and unzipping his boots. "Please, I'm way too exhausted to even talk about any of this, and don?t push me," said Ryan agitated, happy to be out of the heels. "I just want to go to bed." "Oh you are not getting off that easy you little slut, and I already covered for you because you do freaking reek of alcohol," smirked Tracey, counting off things with her fingers one at a time. "So a frat party, beer pong, jello shots and kissing my freaking boyfriends! Plus how do you plan on explaining to mom that you got your belly button pierced?" "Oh my gawwddd," gulped Ryan stunned. "How do you know all this? And no one could have texted you about that as I had your phone?" "Seriously?" laughed Tracey. "You think I?m only dangerous with a phone?" "There?s Instagram, facebook, snapchat and youtube," said Tracey, shaking her head. "You realize you're already on all of them right?" "NO!" yelled Ryan horrified. "Ahhh yeah you freaking smooching machine, and keep your voice down," giggled Tracey, opening a package of makeup wipes. "And people say I?m a slut." "You are!" yelled Ryan, pointing at her. "They think it was you, plus everyone thinks you are a slut. How many freaking boyfriends do you have anyway?" "Well like only four, and now thanks to you I guess five, if I do go out with Johnny? He is really cute though?" Tracey replied, thinking a lot as she began cleaning his face. "And kinda Kenny? Although I wasn?t counting him until you freaking told him we were an item today, and stuck your tongue in his mouth." "I did no such thing?" said Ryan as she wiped his eyes. "You didn?t kiss him?" laughed Tracey. "No," said Ryan, beet red and annoyed. "You do realize that best buy night that everything?s on video, right?" smiled Tracey. "I mean you can deny it if you want, but the entire geek squad watched your cute little smooch and it?s already on Kenny?s facebook page." "Well, he shocked me," said Ryan, backpedaling. "I wouldn?t even call it anything like a kiss." "You mean except it was one," said Tracey, wiping his lips. "And it?s fine. He probably went and jerked off right after that anyway and so did the rest of the nerds that got off on it." "Oh that?s so disgusting," said Ryan mortified. "Did you really have to go there?" "Why it?s a compliment, really," said Tracey, lifting his chin and cleaning his neck. "I touched his wrist in the cafeteria the other day and the kid sprinted off. I?m pretty sure he didn?t make it to the bathroom before he soiled himself, but really you might know better than me about that." "Gross!" said Ryan, holding his chest. "That wasn?t Tuesday was it? when he ran home from school early." "Uuummm?" thought Tracey, licking her lips. "Yeah maybe so, who knows what he did after you smooched him around the dweebs." "Ok enough! This is your pep to cheer me up?," said Ryan, holding up his hand. "My friend jerking off or soiling himself thinking about me?" "Don?t get crazy with yourself," giggled Tracey, rubbing some moisturizer on his face. "So like don?t panic! He thinks it was me." "Yeah, but it wasn?t!" said Ryan, hating the feeling as she worked it in. "You made me kiss one of my friends." "Stop, I did not make you," said Tracey, rubbing his cheeks. "And he?s barely your friend. He?s the new kid in school, and you know him what? Like a few months max?" "Like that makes this better," objected Ryan. "I kissed a boy!" "But he wasn?t the only one you kissed tonight, was he?" questioned his sister, squeezing around his mouth, making a kissy face with his lips. "In fact he wasn?t even the hottest one." "Please, now you?re going to go there?" moaned Ryan, turning his head pushing off her fingers from his face as steam started coming out of his ears. "You really are such a fucking slut!" "Why? because I like boys and who wouldn?t like Veronica?s cousin?" said Tracey, putting her hands on her hips. "Thanks for hooking up with a hottie for me. I love college boys." "Yeah who think of you as nothing but a wild party girl!" moaned Ryan. "That?s something to strive for?" "Oh please! Who doesn?t?" laughed Tracey. "You?re just jealous." "Of what?" yelled Ryan. "You being a shank?" "No, of me getting what I want and aren?t you supposed to be the genius?" Lectured Tracey, squirting some cream in her hand and rubbing it on his left hand and fingers. "I am the genius, and you?re the dumb blonde," said Ryan as she did the right hand now. "It was pretty freaking easy playing the dumb blonde tonight. So easy I did it with barely much practice!" "Yup, the dumb blonde that has men wrapped around her finger," said Tracey with some confidence. "Men fighting for me and falling all over themselves to see me. I say that?s genius, wouldn?t you Miss genius?" "Really? Come on, maybe some would but mom wouldn?t?" objected Ryan. "Which is why she has me taking the test, because that?s obviously not good enough to pass anything important?" "Yeah like she?s one to talk?" said Tracey rolling her eyes. "I love our mother dearly, but did you forget how she lured in daddy? At the Ms. George Peach beauty contest? Obviously she used what I?d call superior intellect on that one, didn?t she?" "I guess she really was pretty," laughed Ryan. "And I guess that does work on guys?" "Is still pretty moron, with a killer body and wakes up hotter than women that just stepped out of the salon," Tracey told him. "You think your friends ring the doorbell just to see you all the time?" "No," said Ryan stunned. "Seriously?" "Yeah seriously?" nodded Tracey. "Take your head out of the books sometime dipshit and actually hear what kids are talking about in school. She?s the MILF!" "Oh jeezz," said Ryan slapping his forehead. "I actually thought my friends came to hang with me, but I knew a few others came to check out you," said Ryan dumbfounded. "But her too?" "Yeah, well I?d like to claim them all but you know..." teased Tracey, fluffing her hair. "But hey I had to get my beauty from somewhere, and guess what, so did you, little sis." "Ok enough," replied Ryan, quite disturbed now. "I can?t hear any more of this and that doesn?t change the fact that you?re still a slut!" "Why? because I like having boyfriends? said Tracey making a face. "And dating cute guys?" "Exactly," pointed Ryan. "For your information, that?s not being a slut, little sis," said Tracey. "Oh and you?re the one daddy caught with his pants down having sex in the basement with that bimbo Brandi, not me." "Yeah, but that?s the only one," said Ryan getting angry. "I don?t have four or five or even six boyfriends." "Well pretty as you are, you could?" smiled Tracey, squeezing his cheeks. "Haha," said Ryan, pulling away his face. "Again not funny, slut." "Whattttt..eeeever?" said his sister, shaking her head with some vigor before pointing at him. "And seriously let?s get something straight! Yes, I love men! Yes I love having more than one boyfriend, but just because they want to get in my pants doesn?t mean I let them in! In fact, for your information little sis, this so-called slut never has!" "Seriously? You?re a virgin?" asked Ryan, even more astonished now. "Hate to break it to you, princess," said his sister, rolling her eyes again. "But when it comes to that, you?re the bigger slut, blondie." "Wow? I?m freaking shocked," said Ryan feeling bad. "But then why do you let people talk about you like you...well?" "Like I might be a bit promiscuous?" said Tracey, flicking her wrist. "Like please.... Like I could give a shit! Look I?m not an angel and I?m not saying some boys having gotten past second base or I don?t enjoy giving a good bj if I?m in the mood, but that doesn?t mean I?m letting anyone in my pants, sis. So there you have it. You satisfied now that we had such nice sister to sister sex talk together?" "Well no," said Ryan, hugging her for a moment. "But kinda? Yeah?" "Ok, ok," hugged Tracey. "Just don?t cry on me and make this weirder than it already is." "Yeah?" said Ryan getting serious. "No chance." "Good," giggled Tracey. "Then how about we get you to bed so you can pass my test tomorrow, and while you get your beauty rest, I?ll text a few more idiots to get some shit off social media." "Please do," nodded Ryan. "For your sake and mine." "Please tell me you didn?t do anything else stupid that I have to live with, except we?re going to need to figure out how to hide from mom that you got your belly button pierced," said Tracey, raising her brows and then lifting the bottom of his shirt, looking down at it. "It is cute though, and I?ve been wanting to get mine done anyway. Thing is now I?ll have to, since everyone will think I did and arms up." "You saw that on online too?" gulped Ryan, looking down at it himself as she helped him off with his shirt. "Yup wild woman, and wear something loose to bed so you don?t irritate it!" giggled Tracey, handing him one of her long nightshirts. "But that video?s down now thankfully." "Well aside from that, drinking and a little unwanted kissing," Ryan thought as she unbuckled his bra. "I?d say it was just normally Tracey slutty behavior." "Ok thank gawwwdd," said Tracey, pulling off his bra and dropping the shirt over his hands and arms. "Now go to bed and it didn?t look so unwanted if you ask me." "Trust me, it was unwanted!" said Ryan, making a face as he reached under the night shirt, dropping off his skirt and then smiling. "Except for Veronica. She?s sexy and that kiss was hot. Good night, sis." "You fucking kidding?" said Tracey, grabbing his arm as he walked by. "You didn?t?" "Well I didn?t expect that one either, but I did and the guys went wild," smiled Ryan. "No one got that on video?" "No! You realize she thinks that?s a girl on girl kiss, right?" said Tracey mortified. "You made me a lesbian!" "Oh stop. I doubt anyone thinks that, or ever even could with all the jerks you?ve been with, except it probably just makes you seem even wilder now," said Ryan, licking his lips. "I kissed a girl and I liked it!" "Eeewwww! Just stop with that Katy Perry bullshit!" said Tracey, annoyed before looking down at her phone. "Now no wonder that bitch has been texting me like crazy. Not fucking happening. Now go to bed!" "With pleasure," laughed Ryan, leaving the bathroom and heading to bed. Off to bed he went exhausted, as it seemed like he had barely passed out before he could feel his mother shaking him awake. He was a zombie as he wandered into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and empting his bladder before his sister came in, greeting him with an oddly morning hug. When the out of character embrace ended, she softly touched his face, kissing his cheek and then looked into his eyes, taking a breath. "Ok before it gets too weird, thanks for doing this. I love you and I?ll get you ready in my room," said his sister, taking him by the hand. "Tracey time, little sis." "You?re welcome," said Ryan, sitting down at her vanity as she pushed a headband on his head, pulling back his hair. "So did we need to talk about last night?" said Tracey, dotting his face with foundation. "I thought we did already?" replied Ryan, not wanting to be reminded as she began blending. "Not really?" said his sister, taking her sponge to his face. "But I at least want to make sure you?re ok? I mean you did have quite the night of romantic encounters you know?" "Yeah, that part we do not need to talk about again! Like maybe never again!" grumbled Ryan as she worked. "And there wasn?t a damn thing romantic about it." "Ok?" giggled Tracey, adding some concealer. "And I was trying to put a positive spin on it, but we can table it for now if that?s what you want." "Please," moaned Ryan, as she worked under his eyes. "I just need to concentrate on what I have to do today and passing the test. Nothing more please." "Yup," nodded Tracey, stopping for a second. "Today it is, little sis. I?ll just shut up and make you pretty." "Thank you," said Ryan, as she continued blending. Tracey rolled her eyes and then put in her headphones, listening to her music as she focused on his face and worked quietly on getting her brother ready. Within an hour and with little trouble, he was back in her school uniform with his makeup done as she fussed with hair. He just sat quietly as she texted back and forth on her phone, constantly taking momentary breaks here and there until finally their mother came in, interrupting while she was flat ironing. "Looking good," said their mother as Tracey pulled out her ear buds. "Five minutes, girls? Ok?" "Yup, that?ll be perfect just like my twin sis," winked Tracey, lifting his chin. "Nervous?" "Uumm," sighed Ryan. "Maybe a little." "Don?t be. I know you got this easily, and so do you," said Tracey, pulling at his head behind his forehead. "I?m just going to do something a little cute so it doesn?t slip into your eyes when you keep looking up and down and make sure you double check the boxes, as even I hit the wrong ones sometimes with these nails." "Yeah I was kind of thinking that?" said Ryan, extending his fingers and looking at his pointy, almond shaped nails. "You really like these?" "Well yeah. They?re in right now, and I think they're hot," giggled Tracey as she worked atop his head before reaching over and pulling a scrunchie from her vanity. "And if you?re honest, I bet you do too, as most guys like them?" "On chicks yeah," laughed Ryan, wiggling his fingers as she wound it in. "Exactly pretty girl, and hand me another one of those bobbi pins," Tracey tugged a bit at the top of his hair and then pinched open a beige bobbi pin, sliding it in. "Sure," said Ryan, handing it over as in it went. "Eyes closed, and when you open them, you?re ready sis!" said Tracey, shaking her hairspray bottle above his forehead and then covering his face with her palm as she saturated his head. "Thank you again, so let?s do it Tracey!" "Tracey again?" grumbled Ryan, taking a breath and standing up, turning and seeing himself in her bedroom mirror. "Yup I guess I am." He stood there, now her spitting image in her private school uniform, taking a breath with his hands at his sides, ready to take her test. She had once again done his makeup just as she did hers for school, in a basic daytime look highlighted by a shine off his cheekbones and flirty, thick lashes. A soft pinkish red gloss once again shone off his lips, and her fragrant perfume filled the hair. Instead of his hair flat ironed from a side part, she changed it up slightly, leaving the entire back and sides behind his ear pin straight yet pulled the rest up behind his forehead. She was certainly right that he wouldn?t have to worry about constantly sweeping it from his face as he looked down answering each question, as she had top braided it tightly down the center of his head. From temple to temple, not a loose hair was present, as the braid ended in a half bun style twisted at the back of his crown in front of his long straight locks. He was undoubtedly 'Tracey,' looking flawless with a cute teen hairdo, perfect skin, impeccable makeup and stylish nails, looking gorgeous and ready for a date, even in a school uniform. "Of course you are," said his mother, wandering in now and breaking his gaze. "Now let?s get the Smart Tracey?s pretty little ass in the car and leave the other Tracey to get on with cleaning the house, please." "Fantastic?" grumbled Tracey. "Just what I was dying to do on a Saturday." "Well, since you?re grounded and have no phone, you damn well better do something of value if you still expect me to take you to have your nails done tomorrow," said her mother, making a face. "And this is good practice since this might be your future career path if you keep failing tests." "Fine, I?ll freaking clean and thanks for the pep talk, mom," replied Tracey with some attitude. "But if I clean everything, then can I at least be ungrounded for Sunday?" "Let?s see how you do first before I answer that one," said her mother, looking ready to kill her before looking at Ryan. "Grab your pocketbook and into the car please, young lady!" Out the door went Ryan with his mother now quickly getting in the car and fastening his seat belt. She drove quite a ways heading to a school in a different district where she had registered Tracey for the test, as happily his school wasn?t even giving it anymore. There weren?t that many kids left that hadn?t passed it on the first few tries, so thankfully the number of kids that could know her would be limited. They had taken no chances anyway though, as there would certainly be some who did, all of whom would be just as annoyed and nervous to be taking it for the last try to pass before having to be stuck going to summer school. "Ok sharpened pencils, calculator, scrap paper and you have your sister?s phone," said his mother as the car pulled up. "You?re going to do great honey, and you have her student ID, right?" "Her social and student ID memorized mom," said Ryan, pointing to his head. "I?ll be fine." "I know you will, and I love you," said his mother. "I actually think I might owe you more than just a Play station if you pass. Maybe I?ll put in the rest for the virtual reality stuff if your father approves, or if you think of something you really want when this is over, then we?ll talk ok?" "Ok?" nodded Ryan opening the door. "See you at 2pm, and just focus, honey," said his mother, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I?ll be right here waiting." "I?ll text you if it's easy and I finish early," said Ryan. "I worry more about the other stuff than the test." "Relax, you passed all that easily. Your friend, waitressing and so many people. That I?m not worried about, and you?re so damn pretty it?s ridiculous, my gorgeous girl," said his mother, touching his face. "But please don?t finish too early and double check everything. Remember you're Tracey, so do everything she would, except the failing part." "Got it," laughed Ryan, getting out. Inside he went ,signing in and already knew while he checked in he?d be quickly checked out. It took only seconds as he leaned over the desk writing her name and flashing her ID to see the boys looking him up and down until he walked inside, taking a seat. For ten minutes he pretended to check his phone, trying not to read too much of the history between boys and his sister as he knew it would screw with his mind. He had to concentrate on the task at hand, taking a five hour test his older sister had never even finished, so he made sure to scroll past Kenny?s numerous texts and those from Johnny. When they called for phones to be put away, he happily zipped up his purse and focused on the task at hand, as the proctor handed out the tablets. With his scrap paper and calculator ready, he dove right into the first question, and from that point forward it was all business. After three hours he completed the entire test, confident he had aced it easily. It took him another thirty minutes to go back and recheck his answers, and then he thought quickly, changing a few things he knew were wrong. There was no way he could do this well as his ding bat sister, so he dumbed down his results and goofed around for another ten minutes until the proctor caught him staring at his nails. "That?s quite a pretty color, Ms. McDermott, but maybe just concentrate on the exam, please," said the woman, before looking down at his tablet. "Oh I?m sorry dear, I didn?t realize you were finished. Come forward, sweetie." "Oh sure," said Ryan, realizing he shouldn?t have finished so fast, as she took his tablet and he grabbed his pocketbook, following. "Sorry. Maybe I should have checked it again?" "Obviously not young lady, and it looks like whatever tutoring your mother paid for this time has worked," said the woman, plugging a grading code into his tablet. "89! Excellent, Ms. McDermott." "Oh thank you, ma?am," said Ryan quite relieved. "So I can go?" "Yes, dear," said the woman, handing him a print out. "Oh thank gawwdd." Ryan sighed, taking the paper and feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. "But remember you can?t leave the building until the entire class is released," said the proctor, looking at her watch. "You still have an hour until then, so you can use the lounge, library and rest room then once you hear the bell show your test receipt to security and you can be the first one out." "Ok," nodded Ryan, feeling his bladder, tingling from all the stress. "I definitely have to use the rest room anyway." "Ladies room is across the lobby to the left, Tracey," said the proctor. It felt amazing to leave the classroom, as his mission had been accomplished and he really did have to pee. Into the large stall he went, empting his baldder before he tucked himself away for the last time and walked to the sink, washing his hands. He took a second smiling at his feminized face in the mirror, proud of how he easily passed and then took a breath, playing with his hair and wasting a few moments before taking his sister?s phone from his pocketbook, feeling it buzzing. "Here," said the text before talking aloud to himself. "Here?" "Like right here, Trace," said a voice through the cracked open window. "What the fuck?" Ryan said as his head snapped on a swivel towards the window as he watched some fingers from outside push it up. "Hey Trace!" said a boy looking in. "Sorry, did I startle you?" "Ya? think," said Ryan, looking at him and then recognizing him. "Troy?" "You?re surprised to see me here?" said Troy. "You texted me to meet you?" "Oh? I did?" said Ryan just as miffed. "I mean I did? But in the bathroom?" "Well I know you said in the lobby, but there?s a security guy there, and I saw through the big glass windows you walking in the bathroom, so I came around back. said Troy, waving him towards him. "Sorry again, but from the look on your face, I guess you passed?" "Thankfully yeah," nodded Ryan as he walked over towards him. "Cool, and let?s go because we?ve barely got over an hour before your mom gets here," said Troy, reaching in and touching his face. "I missed you lately baby cakes, and you must be hungry?" "But I can?t leave," said Ryan. "The woman told me they won?t check us out until the time is up and they release the entire class." "Don?t worry, you?ll be back," said Troy, reaching in and putting his hands under his arms. "Holy shit!" said Ryan, being lifted out the window. "Are you crazy? My mother will kill me after I pass if I fuck this up." "That?s why you won?t, and don?t bang your knees," said Troy, pulling him out like he weighed nothing. "And since when are you the conservative, no fun bitch?" "Like never obviously?" Ryan shook his head as Troy placed him down gingerly on the ground. "Exactly and come on I?m starving," said Troy softly planting a kiss quick and taking his hand. "Oh, so we?re having lunch," asked Ryan, being dragged out hand in hand by this huge, burly guy. "You know I have to be back though, and I can?t be late." "We?ll be back, relax babe," said Troy, pulling him along. "I parked right out back in the alley like you told me to, so we can sneak right back in." "Gee, how thoughtful of me?" said Ryan wanting to kill his sister before mumbling, seeing the shiny Harley. "Oh fuck." "Oh stop," said Troy, seeing his angst. "Last time you were worried about being on my bike too, and then next thing I knew you were freaking loving it?" "Was I?" replied Ryan, rolling his eyes. "Well, until it messed your hair a little," laughed Troy, handing him a helmet and then taking hold of him, kissing him. His angst soon became some internal rage as Ryan couldn?t believe this was his reward for passing the test, as his sister had obviously planned this little rondezvous. In one way it was interesting that she knew he?d finish early and pass easily, yet that was certainly of no comfort as he stuck him in a spot, knowing he had little choice but to accept the rough kiss. "Now come on. We haven?t got that much time, Trace," said Troy, rubbing his back. "Ok?" gulped Ryan, petrified as a peck was one thing, but now the deeper kisses with the thick scruffy fumanchu moustache felt gross against his face. Finally though, the helmet was pressed down on his head and then suddenly he was holding on to a young biker type on his Harley. He was thinking this must have seemed as bizarre, as it felt as there he was in a preppy high school uniform clinging to a leather clad dude as they sailed down the road, trying to keep his pleated skirt from flying up as he sat wedged forward against the biker. Thankfully it was just a five minute ride to an open air type burger and malt shop as he stepped from the bike as Troy gingerly took the helmet from his head. "See, not bad right?" said Troy, smoothing his hair with his hands and then kissing him. "So you like the new helmet I got you or what?" "Oh sure," said Ryan, looking at it and making a face. "Yeah sure is right?" said Troy, shaking his head. "Damn! I knew I should have bought the pink one. I?m taking this shit back as soon as I drop you off." "No, it?s fine," replied Ryan feeling bad. "Let?s just eat and I?m sure I?ll get used to it." "Cool, because the pink one wasn?t anti-static certified," said Troy, touching his hair as he pulled him in. "See how nice it looks. Now give me a little sugar, girl." Ryan was certainly no big partier, but he could smell what seemed like Jack Daniels on his breath. As Troy arm wrapped around his neck, there was little he could do as Troy took control kissing him and his tongue entered his mouth this time. He was so strong it was impossible to fight off until finally he pushed back as soon as he felt his hand under his skirt near his ass. "Ok lunch time, and that?s enough sugar for now," said Ryan, pushing back. "You realize I?m still in my school uniform, right?" "Yeah, and you know I dig you in that?" smiled Troy. "Remember, I can still get you some pole time, especially if you?re willing to dress like this for them?" "Pole time?" gulped Ryan, being kissed again. "Fuck yeah, and you?d make a freaking killing, even without doing a late shift," said Troy, taking his hand as they went and sat at an outdoor table. "You wouldn?t even have to change after school, except maybe to throw on some heels and you?d kick ass." "Excuse me! Waitress?" yelled Ryan, changing the subject and putting his hand up. "We?re ready to order." "Sure," said the girl. "The usual?" "Uuumm sure," said Ryan. "Cool," smiled Troy. "I didn?t expect you to be in the mood." "For what?" asked Ryan, confused and then calming himself down. "I mean..uuumm. Of course I am. I?m celebrating. I just avoided summer school." "You mean like you just cheated and got away with it?" Joked Troy. "Hey!" smiled Ryan, knowing he was right. "And speaking of cheating," said Troy, tossing something on the table. "Here?s what you asked me about getting." "Is that a fake ID?" said Ryan picking it up. "Yup. Nice right?" replied Troy with a smirk on his face. "I got the same dude that did mine to do yours." "Holy shit," said Ryan, staring at it. "That looks real, and I?m twenty one?" "Yeah you know you pass easily," nodded Troy. "Well at least when you?re all made up and you?re not in your little school girl uniform." "No wonder she?s sent me out..." started Ryan playing with it. "Who sent you where?" asked Troy. "Oh I mean like my friend was asking me if I had it yet, and it?s you that really sends me," said Ryan, catching himself and reaching over, taking his hand. "You know over the top man and thanks so much for the ID." "Damn right I do, bitch," said Troy, leaning over and kissing him. "And you're welcome." "Excuse me and the usual for you two love birds," said the waitress interrupting. "One float with a double straw and one foot long, hold the fries. Enjoy guys." "Take a sip babe, and I?m freaking famished," said Troy, leaning down and sipping on his side of the straw as Ryan knew he had to follow suit doing the same. They both now sipped a bit on the huge float, and then Troy started to dip his finger in it once he stopped. He was being silly as he wiped some whip cream around Ryan?s mouth and chin and then lifted the hot dog from the bun, wiggling it between his finger. "Hey," smiled Ryan, knowing he was being silly. "You making a goatie on me too huhhhh?" "Yeah not my type, and I didn?t think you?d be up for the usual today after you were so cranky earlier, but I?m psyched you are, so let?s see if I can beat you for a change but I doubt it," said Troy, slicking it partially into his mouth. "Sshhiittt," grumbled Ryan, mortified as Troy leaned towards him, placing his hand at the back of Ryan?s neck. In an instant now, the moist dog was being pressed against his whip cream covered lips, as Troy gave a squeeze to open his mouth. "Stop freaking teasing, bitch," mumbled Troy with a chunk of the hot dog in his mouth as all Ryan could do was close his eyes and try not freak out. "Now come on and stop fucking with me if you intended to get back on time." Realizing that would be an even bigger issue, Ryan opened his mouth slightly, feeling it press against his teeth and then in it slid. Just that fast, Troy pulled him forward with his big hand behind his neck and then their lips were touching with the foot long dog deep into his mouth. For ten or fifteen seconds, he was fighting off the gag reflex as much as he could and then Troy bit down, parting the hot dog. It seemed like it was almost one motion that Troy had snapped it apart, swallowing his whole and then pushed the rest down Ryan?s throat with his tongue. He was like a long necked flamingo, swallowing his fish as he leaned his neck back and then swallowed whatever was still in throat, shocked he could even do this. He looked down, seeing Troy sipping his straw and quickly followed, feeling some relief as it quenched his tonsils. When they had slurped down the entire float, Troy pulled him in, licking any remaining whip cream from his chin and then kissing him gently. This was as weird an experience as he would have ever dreamed possible, yet he?d just lived it, and even worse it was seemingly something his sister enjoyed. They walked hand in hand back to the bike and then with his helmet back on, Troy drove him back to the school. When he pulled up, it would be one last quick make out session before he lifted him up and towards the window. When he placed him inside and Ryan turned to say goodbye, he tapped on his bicept before giving him the thumbs up. "See, no problem and with five minutes to spare," said Troy, rolling up his sleeve. "I forgot to show you this new one though. You like it?" "Oh, a new skull," said Ryan. "Sure, cool." "You still thinking of doing one like this, except with the hearts and roses mixed on your lower back?" asked Troy. "You mean tramp stamping?" said Ryan, shocked his sister would do that, wild as she was. "Well, you said that, not me," laughed Troy. "I call it more some sexy inking, but I?m thinking that your mother wouldn?t approve of it." "Yeah? No," laughed Ryan. "Not happening at least right now anyway." "Well eighteen will be here before you know it," said Troy, squeezing his hand through the window. "Catch you later, sexy." Ryan needed a minute to compose himself, touching up his makeup and fixing any damage the helmet did to his hair. Being a little frazzled like he stressed over the test, he figured would be ok anyway as he took one last look in the mirror and then headed out of the ladies room. As he pulled out his phone to check the time, off went the bell ending class, and then the biggest sigh of relief filled his body. Within seconds, the classroom door opened and he was joined in the hall by a rush of students as out the door he went with the class.