Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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I pulled my car into Fay's parent's driveway. I've been here so many
times in the past, but it's been such a long time since I've last been
here. I see Fay inside the front door with her back to the door, likely
talking to her parents. I got out of the car and leaned up against it
waiting for her to come outside. Fay opened the door and walked outside
to me. I ran around to the other side of the car and opened the door for
her.
Fay was wearing a black and white polka-dot skirt with a pink blouse and
white cardigan.
"Good evening," I said with a smile.
"Well good evening to you," she replied.
"Great outfit!" I said as she got into the passenger seat.
"You're too kind!"
I closed her door and walked back around to the driver's side and got
into the car.
"My parents said I have to be home by 10," she said.
"Mine too," I replied.
We pulled out of the driveway and off we went.
"So tell me about your new car," Fay said.
"It used to be my dads for the past 3 years," I said. "He gave it to me
for my birthday. He bought a new one which will be my sisters when she
turns 17."
"That's awesome," she said looking around. "It looks brand new."
"My dad bought it new so it's 3 years old," I added. "It's a '94" I
chucked to myself at calling a 1994 car, nearly new. "There's a picture
in my den of me at 14 and my Dad standing in front of it the day we
bought it."
"What's this?" she said touching the car phone mount that was screwed
into the center console.
I laughed. "That's a hands-free cell phone mount. My dad has a cell- I
mean car phone. You slide the phone into it and it turns into a speaker
phone," Well, it's as hands free as you get for 1997. A Motorola MicroTAC
obviously doesn't do voice recognition.
"Fancy," she said. "This is much nicer than my car. I got my grandparents
car. It's a old-person's car and it's almost 10 years old."
"Either way, we're both lucky to have cars," I smiled.
"How's your leg?" she said
"It still stings."
"It was a nice slide," she said. "I'm not sure why Amber was hogging the
base path like that."
"I'm not sure," I replied. "She's been getting in my way all week it
seems. My sister says she's hard on the cheerleading squad too."
"Well it's not easy."
"What isn't?"
"Getting put in charge of leading your peers," she said. "When I became
drum major, all of my friends just started treating me differently. It's
enormous pressure to get your own friends and peers to do what the
teachers want. Then there's times you have to call them out. It really
tests friendships."
"I can see how that can be tough."
"Maybe Amber's just trying to juggle how to be a friend and a head
cheerleader at the same time?"
"Perhaps. I hadn't thought of it like that"
"Speaking of Cindy. How is she? Gosh I can't believe he's in high school
with us! I remember when she was tagging along with us when she was in
kindergarten!"
"I know right," I said. "She's adjusting really well. I think being on
cheerleading gave her upperclass friends. Plus she has a senior broth-
sister. It helps. How's your family?"
"My sister is a sophomore now. But she's really into her own thing. She's
really into the grunge scene. You wouldn't even recognize her. So, What's
this I hear about you trying out of the track team today?" she inquired.
"You heard about that?" I asked.
"Yeah, Megan in the trumpet section is also on the track team and told me
after band class. So how'd you do?"
"I sucked."
"That's too bad. Maybe there's always Winter or Spring?"
"Maybe," I replied. "We'll see."
"So I gotta know," she said. "What's up with you? You're like this
different person these past two days. New cereal? New shampoo?"
I laughed. I kinda expected this question to eventually come up. "It's
hard to explain. I think I woke up earlier this week a different person -
with a new outlook on life. But it have may been the shampoo, too."
"Whatever it is. Keep doing it. I like it."
* * *
Fay and I stopped at the local sandwich shop like I promised. We each
ordered a sandwich, soda and a bag of chips. Rather than eat in the car
we found a table in the front of the shop.
"So when's the last time we really hung out like this?" she asked. "5
years maybe?"
"Yeah," I agree. "Five years. Though it feels more like 25."
She chuckled. "I remember you would ride your bike and come over my house
almost every other day."
"It was fun," I said "I remember exploring the woods behind your parents
house. The lemonade stand we put together."
She laughed. "The jingle we made for it!"
I laughed too. "Just a pair of 9 year-olds trying to have fun in the
summer heat."
"Remember that time we went to the New Kids on the Block Concert?"
"Oh right," I said. I hated New Kids. I only went because Fay was going.
I thought that it would be cool to be the only boy surrounded by a whole
bunch of girls. Boy was I wrong. "I remember that. It was you, me, your
mom and sister. I got sick from eating too much candy!"
"That's right. You were sick the whole ride home and we had to stop at a
rest stop so you could puke in the bathroom instead of the car!"
"I would like to forget that!" I added.
"So, I noticed that you started going by Chrissy instead of Christina
with a number of people. What do you prefer?"
Some time in high school I used to insist friends call my Tony instead of
Anthony. I guess Christina did the same. "You can call me either. Some of
my family have seem to have shorted it to Chris as well."
"I like Christina," she said. "It's pretty. And I think it just suits you
better."
* * *
We arrived at the dance school. Fay and I walked into the ballroom and I
paid for our admission tickets.
This particular open dance night comes with a complimentary half hour of
beginner swing dance instruction. The instructors had everyone attending
the class split into men and women and lined up on opposite sides of the
ballroom so they could teach the moves for leaders and followers. It was
weird to be on the woman's side and doing all of the moves I already knew
- except mirrored. But I accepted the challenge since I never learned the
follower's steps. The instructors taught the basic Lindy Hop swing step
and a basic Charleston.
Eventually the leaders and followers came together and everyone coupled
up and every few minutes switched partners with another stranger. I had
to dance these steps with guys. It was awkward. It was more awkward that
they didn't know what they were doing and I had to correct them.
When the beginner class was over, Fay and I reconvened.
"That was so cool." she said.
"It is, isn't it!" I replied.
Just then the band started playing a cover of "Rock this Town."
"Shall we?" I held my hand out my left hand to Fay.
"Let's," as she took my and I pulled her in, resting my right hand on the
small of her back. We started dancing. Being the leader was like riding a
bike and I easily fell right into it with ease. Since this was Fay's
first time, I did only the moves we learned in the beginner class.
After a song of doing just the beginner steps, I decided to get fancier.
"OK" I told Fay. "I'm going to start throwing in more intermediate level
moves. Just follow my lead."
"Let's do it!" She smiled.
We danced some more, I spun her a couple different ways and threw in some
Charleston variations.
After that song end, I figured I'd give us both a break. "Let's take a
song break," I told Fay as I lead her to the outskirts of the dance
floor.
"Sure," she said. "That is a lot of fun. You're a great dancer. Where'd
you learn to dance like that?"
"It was very much by accident," I recounted. "My company was having a
corporate All-hands meeting at a ballroom a few years back, and after the
meeting the next group to reserve the ballroom was a dance group. They
were doing swing just like this, and I remember how cool it looked. I
stayed and watched and I signed up for lessons the next week. I was
hooked!"
She laughed. "Your company?"
I froze. Shit. I told the truth. Tony's truth. "Uh yeah," I said. "I'm
interning with my neighbors company" Which is the truth for 17 year old
Tony.. and I presume Christina.
"That's so cool that your neighbor hooked you up with that kind of job,"
she said. "I'm stuck working at Roy Rogers. That's why I suggested coming
out tonight. I'm working tomorrow and all weekend. Are you doing computer
stuff with your company?"
"I am," I replied. "I developed a database and reporting tool for them.
It was- is a huge learning experience. Having this job will help me get
into college and will eventually land me my first job."
"That's so cool that you've got everything figured out."
"I wouldn't say I have everything figured out," I commented. "What are
your plans?"
"I can't afford a 4-year college. So I think I'm going to stay around
here and do community college."
That sounded about right. From what I heard from others, Fay did go to
community college and wound up working as a high school math teacher.
"I credit my dad into pushing me into the computer field," I said. "I
found my passion very early on."
I looked up to the band playing on the stage. The lead singer with the
guitar was a young guy surrounded by older men playing various jazz
instruments. He looked familiar. I just couldn't figure out where I knew
him from. Was he in our school? As he was singing, he noticed me staring
and smiled at me, and continued singing. I turned away out of
embarrassment.
The band finished playing a song. I was about to offer Fay another dance
when a guy in his 20's came up to me. "Hi, I'm Andy, would you like to
dance?" He was dressed in a bowling shirt and khakis wearing a black
fedora. Something that would have totally been in Tony's closet.
I kinda expected this might happen. To have it actually happen is
surreal. I smiled and said, "Sure." I turned to Fay and said, "Be right
back." Time to swallow my male pride and actually dance with a guy. Well
- I have danced with guys before - really good friends in a joking
fashion. At my college roommate's wedding, I purposely paid money during
the "dollar dance" to dance with him. We ham'ed it up. We got some good
laughs from other wedding guests. But that was different from this. I
knew and lived with my former roommate. This was a stranger. His attire
suggests he should at least be better than the dudes from the beginner
class.
As he led me to the dance floor I said, "Be warned, Andy. I'm not much of
a follower."
"No worries," he said. "I saw you dancing a few songs ago. You know what
you're doing."
The band started playing. He immediately started leading me onto moves I
had never done as a follower but I have done as a leader. He lead me into
a number of spins, then some west coast style whips, then into a
Charleston. I was having a challenging time keeping up with my newly-
learned followers' footwork, but I was still keeping up. He spun me out.
I had never been spun before, but my skirt had flailed out just like I
had imagined. He held his hand out towards me and I took it and we kept
dancing. I started to get more comfortable with it and started swaying my
hips and stylizing my moves. I have to admit that it was fun not having
to be the leader for a moment.
When the song was over. I thanked him and went looking for Fay who was
also getting back from having danced with another guy. She came up to me,
grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear. "You are are much better dancer
than the guy I just danced with."
I smiled at the compliment.
I led Fay back to the dance floor. Having danced with Andy made me
remember a whole bunch of moves I had forgotten about. So I used them on
Fay. I will remember the smile on her face as I spun her and dipped her.
After that song, the lead singer, whom I still couldn't figure out where
i knew him from, went off to the side, as a woman in her 40's took over
the microphone. The band started a cover of "Fever"
I like this song! "Let's do this one!" I said.
"How do you dance to a song this slow?" she asked.
"Exaggerate every move. Make it sexy!"
We started dancing. I made exaggerated sexy eyes at her and she did the
same. I pulled her very close, then exaggerated spinning her out. She did
a jazz walk back to me. We did this over and over again. A few times we
broke character and started laughing. I pulled her close, our breasts
touching each other and did a sexy dip with her, then spun her out. Whoa,
this was actually turning me on. After another half-minute that song
thankfully ended before I got too turned on.
On the way back to the side of the ballroom, we each got asked to dance
by a number of guys who were just watching us. We respectively declined
telling them that we needed a break. I know I needed a break. This body
just didn't have the stamina that I did when I was at the height of doing
this as Tony.
After a quick break, we danced some more dances. When 9 o'clock rolled
around we decided to call it a night so we don't break our curfews.
As we walked out of the ballroom, I held Fay's hand. She said, "That was
so much fun Christina. It was so exhilarating!"
* * *
As we pulled into Fay's driveway, she found my collection of CDs on the
car's floor and was flipped through them. "Did anyone ever tell you that
you have the music taste of a guy?"
"Really?" I laughed. "No. Nobody has ever said that." A lot of my music
taste in high school rubbed off from Ron.
"Let's stay parked in the driveway for a few minutes," she said. "I'll be
right back. I wanna get something from my car," She got out of my car and
ran to her car which was parked on the side of the street. She came back
with a CD case.
I watched as she opened up my Discman and inserted a CD. "You like No
Doubt?"
"Oh yeah - I like No Doubt," I said.
No Doubts's "Spiderwebs" started playing.
I laughed. My first college roommate actually recorded the chorus of this
song as our answering machine. Of course I couldn't tell Fay that. "Yeah
- this is a good album. This song's got a great chorus. This would make a
great answering machine greeting."
She laughed that that. "That would be awesome. I wonder if my parents
would let me do that."
"I doubt it," I replied laughing. She hit next track and "Just a Girl"
came on.
"Oh, I love this song!" she said. "I belt it out when I'm stuck in
traffic."
I laughed and smiled. She started singing the song, then turned to me
just as the chorus was about to come.
"Come on, Chris, sing it! I'm just a girl, oh, little old me, Well, don't
let me out of your sight."
I reluctantly joined in. "Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite, So
don't let me have any rights, Oh, I've had it up to here."
My laughing got in the way of my singing. "I'm Sorry.. I'm an awful
singer."
"Oh you're doing great!" she said. "Let's try another."
She took No Doubt out of the Discman and put another in. Backstreet Boys
starting playing.
Seriously?
She looked at me, laughed and nudged my shoulder. "Just kidding. I know
how much you love boy bands!"
"I should get going." She smiled and she stopped the music. "I can see my
mom poking her head through the curtains."
As she got out of the car, I got out of the car too and walked her to her
door. "You don't have to walk me to the door, Chris," she said.
I suddenly got very nervous. This wasn't a traditional date by any means.
Did she consider this a date? She hasn't sent me any signals to indicate
one way or another. Come to think of it, I haven't sent her any signals
either. I was just so preoccupied with having a good time. The male side
of desperately wanted to kiss her goodnight. I chickened out and instead
hugged her.
"I had a great time," I said.
"So did I. See you bright and early for home room!" she said smiled and
walked inside her house.
I walked back to my car and drove away. As I drove home I debated to
myself whether or not I should've went in for the kiss. Was the lack of
signals a signal itself? I don't think I ever made it clear this was a
date. Was I being too paranoid? Was I over thinking this?
I did have a great time. So I can't be too disappointed. I still have 12
more days.
* * *
When I got home, Cindy grilled me for details. I filled her in on the
dinner and dance without going too much into details avoiding names and
pronouns.
I quickly did the homework I didn't do during Comp-Sci. Instead of
logging onto the computer tonight, I reminded myself that I had another
"date" to attend to. With myself.
Honestly this had been building up all day. All. Day. The way my smooth
legs rubbed themselves when i crossed them. Or when i walked. The feel of
the skirt brushing my legs. My cleavage whenever I looked down. Of course
I switched clothes 3 times today, and every time i saw myself in the
mirror I got turned on a little. Then dancing. The adrenaline rush of
softball and track. I'm totally horny.
I stripped out of my clothes and into last night's sleep attire. I
quickly washed up and took out my contacts. I returned to my room and
crawled into bed.
I started by sliding my hands under my t-shirt and rubbing my breasts
like last night. I found that instantly put my in the mood. I loved the
way my smooth hand felt on my nipples. I played with them until they got
erect. After a few minutes I knew I was wet.
I crept my hand into my panties and started feeling around down there.
This was really the first time I got to explore this. Every time I had
used the restroom over the past two days I did my business and tried not
to think about it.
My finger found my slit as I rub it up and down, feeling the pubic
stubble around the outside of it. I open my legs and I can feel my vagina
open slightly. I started sinking my finger further in and feel my labia.
I let out a faint moan as my finger touches it for the first time. It's
warm and sticky.
I slowly trace my finger around and i can feel the wetness increase and
my folds get slippery and slippery.
At this point my mouth is agape at the pleasure. My new woman parts are
so much more sensitive than my male parts ever were.
I move my finger further up and found my clit. I bit my lip and grabbed a
pillow to muffle the moans coming out of my mouth.
I start rubbing my clit with my thumb and sink two of my fingers further
into my vagina.
Oh my God. This is too good.
I slowly thrust my fingers back and forth while rubbing my clit. My
muffled moans are getting louder and I'm biting the pillow. I push my
fingers as deep as they'll go.
I tried to hold back the sound of my voice coming out of the pillow as I
continued to move my fingers back and forth rubbing my slick labia.
I felt a buildup from within myself. Not unlike a male ejaculation. But
this was so much better. I could feel my internal muscles contracting as
my vagina squeezed my fingers. My free hand squeezed the pillow. I let
out a muffled feminine sequel.
I continued to rub my clit as another wave passed over me.
When my hand started to cramp. I stopped and let the orgasm just wash
over me.
When it was over I pulled the pillow off of my head and took a deep
breath having cum for the first time as a female. My heart was racing. My
hand was covered in my fluids.
I needed a few minutes to come down off that high. I smiled to myself.
Today was a good day.
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