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All for Charity (Part 3) -- Charity Awakens Susie moves back home and Charlie prepares to volunteer Charlie The moment he finished, Charlie couldn't believe what he had done. Yes, he had another fight with Connie on the phone. Honestly, he thought, she says she wants to be with me and I want her, but she makes everything so hard. She is jealous of everything, domineering and never, ever thinks she's wrong. I'm on pins and needles with her all the time. Is this really where I want to be? Worse, after his fight, he felt vulnerable. His sister, Tina, was a solace for him, though Connie hated how close he was with her. And the fact that he lived with Tina, Connie thought that was bordeline incestuous. Nevertheless, Tina could calm Charlie, remind him of the good things in his life, build up his confidence, and, of course, tell him not to put up with someone who belittles him like Connie. But Tina wasn't there at the time of his crisis. She was out -- out with Charlie's teenage infatuation, the literal girl next door, Susie. Tina dropped that bombshell on Charlie just as they were finishing their Friday night "thing" together. Susie was looking to move back home and sought Tina out. What did she want? Charlie couldn't get Susie out of his mind after Tina's comment. That led to him, in his vulnerable state, recalling the things he, Susie and Tina did when they were young and the way that Susie ever-so-subtly talked him into girlish things -- and that wonderful afternoon on his bed when they shared lipstick, pink nails and his first sexual experience together. Susie Susie couldn't have been happier after her dinner with Tina. Not only did she rekindle a friendship that was dear to her, she got exactly what she was hoping for. No, maybe more. Tina had confirmed that she and her brother Charlie were still in town. And Charlie seemed to still be that sweet, soft person that she knew when he was a boy. As she stood to leave dinner with Tina, she smoothed the skirt of her dress, the one she borrowed from a friend, a man with the feminine qualities that Susie now realized was the kind of man she wanted for herself. Susie was determined to see Charlie and to seduce him. If she admitted it, Charlie really was her first love. And maybe he could be her next love. If she played her cards right. The Next Day When they left the restaurant, Susie made arrangements to visit Tina again the following evening. They were going to see a movie, after Tina's shift at Darcy's, the dress boutique. Tina was the manager, and in line to buy the store from the owner, Darcy, who was looking to retire. Tina worked until 6, so they agreed to meet at 7 and go to the new theater with the recliner seats, fancy food and alcohol. Susie arrived at Tina's to meet for the movies, just like they agreed. But her watch said 6 pm, not 7. Just as she planned. Hopefully, Charlie would be home. She reached up to knock. Inside, Charlie was relaxing while playing video games. He was playing Star Wars: Battlefront II, and, as he often did when alone, he was playing as Rey, the female lead of the current series. He liked Rey, a character who was badass, determined and pretty hot as well. When he heard the knock on the door, Charlie jumped. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he wondered who it could be. Quickly pausing the game, he headed toward the door. At the last minute, however, Charlie remembered he was barefoot and ran back to cover his pink toenails with socks. Opening the door, he was shocked to see Susie. It's been over eight years, but she looked the same. Maybe even prettier. You never forget your first love. And you never quite get over it, either. He invited Susie into the house. They sit in the family room. Charlie offered her some wine and they sat to catch up on old times. It's amazing, Susie thought, how quickly and easily the conversation goes. It's just like old times, only the conversation is jobs, extra curriculars and dreams, instead of school and gossip. Tina arrived at about 6:30, breaking up their little catch-up session. Tina took only a few minutes to change, and the two women were off to the movie. Charlie reached out to give Susie a hug goodbye. Charlie is a kisser while hugging, so he leaned in toward Susie's cheek during the move. But as he did this, Susie turned her face toward him, rather than away, and their lips met directly. Susie pressed her lips forward, giving him a kiss that was more than a friendly peck, but not quite a passionate kiss. It was just enough to make Charlie want more -- and to wonder about her intentions. And that was precisely what Susie wanted. Charlie's Big Decision Before all of this went down, before Charlie was taken back in time, before Susie got back in his head, before all of that, Tina had presented Charlie with an offer. Tina's friend and sometimes hairdresser, Rita, was having a charity fundraising event at her salon. It was her annual Mother's Day event for the local women's shelter. They cut hair the first day, donating all the proceeds to the shelter, and then the second day they do the hair for the women of the shelter. This year, Rita was expanding the services to full-service beauty, and was looking for manicurists and makeup artists. Tina had accidentally spilled the beans that Charlie had a unique talent for nails and Charlie had an offer to be one of the manicurists for the event. He hadn't made his decision when Susie interceded in his life. Now, seeing and hearing of Susie had brought all of Charlie's past to the forefront, a past he had neatly hidden away. A past he thought he had outgrown. Suddenly, Charlie wasn't just Charlie anymore. He wasn't a twenty-something app developer. He wasn't going to save the environment. He wasn't Connie's boyfriend. Or was he? The only thing clear to him was that he was confused. Charlie spent most of the evening playing Battlefield II as Rey as he mulled his decision. Was it really so bad that he enjoyed his skill? It didn't make him a woman, right? Connie would hate it, though. And if he told her, he'd have to come clean about Tina and their Friday nights. That wouldn't be pleasant. But maybe he could concoct a cover story, one that didn't reveal their past and one where the next few Fridays would be "practice." She might even allow him to do her nails. No, he doubted that would work. Connie probably would dump him the moment she heard, convinced he was a pervert, for sure. On the other hand, Susie undoubtebly would be pleased if he accepted the offer. She always encouraged Charity. She ... she LIKED Charity? And that kiss she gave him tonight. That wasn't some accident, a mistaken turn of the head, not knowing which cheek to present. No, that kiss was intentional. It meant something. But what? Is he fooling himself? She can't just drop back in his life eight years later and pick up from before. And what was before? We were just kids. She was my sister's friend, not my girlfriend. I mean really: I was more of a game to her, right? The little brother that they treated like a doll. The annoying hanger-on that they forced to dress up as a girl, forced to do girlish things. (I was forced, he told himself. Right?) No, no, no. Connie is his girlfriend, not Susie. Sure, they were going through a rough patch, but it could get better. Connie was encouraging him to succeed. She got him his job with the startup. She gave him style, encouraging the skinny jeans, the shoes with no socks. She even wanted him to grow a trendy beard, though that was definitely not possible with his pathetic facial hair. Wait, he thought. Was that any different than Susie when he was a teenager, really? Connie was changing him, dressing him, forcing him, just like Tina and Susie did. Sure, the clothing was different, but it was the same behavior, right? But, to Charlie, it seemed that Connie was embarrassed by the old Charlie; it was like she was making him change for her, so she would look good. That's not what Susie and Tina did. But, then again ... they were just kids then. That was different. Besides, he liked his tight clothes, his hipness. Maybe he was going to grow his hair out and put it in a bun. A bun like Rey's --- No, come on Charlie! Get your mind clear! Coming back to the question at hand, Charlie thought some more about the offer. It is for a charity event, for a good cause. He could do well, he knew that much. And, if he would be honest, he enjoyed giving manicures. It was creative, artistic and relaxing to him. And he took great pride in seeing Tina look beautiful and attractive. Why shouldn't he do that for the event? After all, as Rita said, there are guys that paint nails. It's not like he would be sitting there in a short skirt and flaming red nails himself. He'd just be a technician, someone helping raise money to benefit women who really needed it. He might be a bit of an attraction - - a curiosity for the women attending the event -- but that would be OK. Hey, maybe it would even lead to more money raised for the cause. So, as Rey vanquished her opponent and raised her weapon above her head, Charlie resolved that he would accept Tina's offer. Getting Ready for the Event (and More Susie) When Tina returned from the movies, Charlie told her of his decision right away. Tina was excited, and thanked him on Rita's behalf. With that, everything was set. Mother's Day was more than five weeks away. All Charlie had to do was lay low, and to figure out something to tell Connie. But that was proving to be difficult. Recently, it seemed that every time he was with Connie, they were just a single comment away from another fight. Plus, with Susie in the picture, Charlie had to be even more careful. Sunday evening, he picked Connie up from the train station. "You're almost ten minutes late!" Connie harped. "Didn't you check the schedule before you headed over here? Well, whatever. Here, take my bag." She pushed to him her roller bag. It was a pink hard-sided case. Large, even though she was only gone for a weekend. Charlie put aside the thought of him rolling a pink case through the busy station and focused on Connie. Seeing her in person always made him feel better. First, there was no doubt that Connie was attractive. She had straight blonde hair, down just below her shoulders. She didn't overload her hair with bows, clips or headbands, but somehow, her hair always stayed in place, perfectly framing her face. The sole framing device was her big round sunglasses, perched perfectly on top of her head. Her hazel eyes and tanned skin glowed. She did not look like she just spent two hours on the train. That was typical of Connie. Her looks had actress written all over them, 24 hours a day, every day. Her beauty school training served her well, even if she didn't yet have that beauty job. Second, she did appear to love him, at least in public. After handing him her bag, she reached her arms over his head to give him a kiss. But, rather than falling into his arms, Connie more sort-of pulled him toward her, with her locked hands placed strategically behind his neck. She kissed him openly and deeply, lifting her right leg in the process, as you see the ladies do in those old movies. Everyone could see the beautiful blonde with a very public showing of PDA. In the car, Connie told him all about her weekend. How her Mom and Dad are doing, her sister's latest boyfriend drama. Even the cute terrier that her parents got. "Let's get a dog!" she declared. "But we don't live together, and neither of us is in a position to take care of one." "Of course, we could," she insisted, "if you just moved out of that stupid house with your sister. Or, better yet, get her to get her own place, and I can move in." "You know that's not going to happen," he countered. "Jeez! Why do you let her boss you around so much? She's your sister, not your mother! I know she practically raised you after your mom drank herself to death, but still. You need to cut the umbilical cord. Get out of the house. Grow up." "Don't you dare mention my mother!" Charlie shot back. "You weren't there. You don't know. You can't judge me. You didn't go through what Tina and I did during those awful two years. You have no right to criticize me -- or Tina!" They drove the rest of the short ride in silence. He didn't tell her about the charity event, like he planned to. He didn't take advantage of the happy feelings around a reunion, like he wanted. He couldn't casually drop it into the "how was your weekend?" discussion, like Tina advised. In fact, he just realized, Connie never once asked him about his weekend. She was too busy talking about hers. He would have to find another time. Soon. Build up to the Event Charlie didn't find an easy time to raise the charity event the following week either. When Friday evening rolled around, Connie was working her waitressing job (as she always did, since Charlie was "busy" right after work). Charlie, meanwhile, worked on Tina's nails like usual. He gave her a French manicure while they talked. French manicures were classic and sophisticated. Plus, he wanted to practice before the fundraiser, since they were a popular request. The talk this week was all about Charlie. Why he put up with Connie. What he really wanted to do. And Susie. Tina told him that Susie asked a lot of questions about him. "She seemed very interested," Tina remarked. "Was there something between you two that I didn't know about?" That's when Charlie told Tina about that afternoon on his bed. He told her about his anger and confusion about the girly stuff, how Susie came over to console him. How she never belittled him over wearing girls clothing, makeup and the whole thing. How she vowed to keep his secret and, even, how she called him "Charity" when she orgasmed. "She has kept your secret, you know," Tina told him. "There were many times she had the chance to do so, but didn't. She had her mom convinced that Charity was my cousin, one of Aunt Lisa's kids, who occassionally would drop by to keep us company. I remember one time, a few months after that summer, when Billy Robinson swore he saw Charlie enter Susie's house but Charity exit an hour later. He had it in his mind to tease you endlessly and bully you at school. But Susie pushed him down, told him that he's a moron who can't tell your cousin Charity from you. For good measure, she said that if he ever did anything mean to you -- no matter what -- she was going to make his life miserable. She threatened to tell everyone how Billy liked to steal her bikinis and how she caught him red handed one time -- well, red fingered, given the fire engine red he was wearing on his fingernails at the time. She would swear that he begged her to let him buy that bikini from her, so he would never have to steal one again. 'I'll tell the girls that you get a hard on when they wear bikinis not because you're attracted to them but because you want to wear their suits.' She was so convincing with that threat, too. Susie really cared for you, you should know." "I know," he responded. Tina's assurances calmed Charlie. They always did. But afterward, Charlie kept thinking about Susie, even as he met Connie after work. Charlie entered the bar where Connie worked, like he always did on Fridays. He wore the skinny jeans Connie purchased for him, even though they left almost no room for his phone or his keys. On top, he had a pink tee that Tina bought for him. Or so he thought. In reality, Susie had given it to Tina for Charlie. As he approached the bar, Charlie's mind wandered to Susie. This shirt, he thought, is like the clothes he used to wear of Susie's way back when. He pulled the shirt down, smoothed the fabric and prepared to see Connie. "What? No flowers?" Connie said to him. "After the crappy boyfriend you've been, I expected you to make it up to me with some roses." Charlie shrugged. Had he been a crappy boyfriend? Exactly how? he wanted to ask (but didn't). Instead, Charlie played up his puppy dog blue eyes (Connie's favorite feature of his), and joked, "I'll make it up to you at your place later tonight!" They spent the night as they often did: bar-hopping with a group of Connie's work friends, a few drinks (a few more, for Connie and her friends, who always seemed to be well into the night before Charlie arrived), and then back to Connie's place. With Connie having been gone last weekend, it had been over two weeks since they had sex. She practically attacked him in her apartment, pushing him against the door after he closed it, and climbing into his arms, wrapping her thin legs around his back as she kissed him passionately. He carried her 105- pounds easily into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Arms and legs wrapped together, they kissed each other repeatedly. Charlie pulled back just enough to unbutton her black server's shirt, the one she wore a tie with only a few hours ago. Funny how women can wear men's clothing, even in a work environment, but men can't do the opposite. Imagine the ruckus at my non-profit if I showed up in a maxi dress, he thought. Connie's flowing blonde hair and sultry makeup, the essence of femininity, contrasted with the masculine shirt and tie, her A cup breasts barely visible. The teenage Charity also wore an A cup, that was one thing Susie and he could not share back then. Charlie pushed back her shirt, unhooked her bra -- thank God for front-clasps, he thought -- and caressed her small but firm breasts. Connie arched back, leaving Charlie to kiss her neck while stroking her chest area. Soon, Connie had managed to shed her upper clothing and unbutton her black jeans (more server menswear). Charlie would feel her wetness as his hand shifted lower, never separating his body more than was needed to maneuver lower. His sole focus was on Connie -- as usual, attending to her was the first task in their lovemaking. With a push, Connie forced him back from her. Charlie knew that move. That was her signal that she was ready, that he needed to undress himself -- quickly -- and return to their bed. Not sparing a second, Charlie tossed his former clothes on the floor, piling them in a mixed bundle with hers. Last off was his pink tee, which landed on Connie's bra. Briefly, Charlie heard a voice in his head -- Susie's voice -- asking him, "Are you still an A-cup, Char?" Charlie ignored the voice and returned to his girlfriend. Connie was ready. It did not take long after he entered her to hear her reaching ecstasy. "Yes! Yes!" she moaned as she finished, "Oh, Charlie, that's how you make it up to me. Apology accepted." Connie rolled on top of him. She always did this with the utmost skill, never letting him leave her as they rolled over together. Now sitting on top of him, she pushed herself on him, moving her hips to enhance his pleasure. "Hmm," she teased, "do you deserve a reward? You've been naughty recently." "And you didn't even get me flowers," she said as she smiled. "I'm sorry, Susie," he started to moan, but, correcting himself, said "sue me" instead. "Sue you? I don't know. How much money do you have?" she continued, "If you're broke, I might have to spank you, not sue you." As she said this, Charlie thrust his hips upward, propelling his eruption into her. As he lay in bed, waiting for Connie to change for the night, he relived the night's experience. "Sex is amazing with Sus -- er, Connie," he told himself. Like Old Times As the next Friday arrived, Charlie still had not told Connie about the charity event. It was now only three weeks away, and he needed to figure something out. Adding to his dilemma, Tina informed him the night before that Susie was coming back for the weekend, and she would be dropping by on Friday. "Would it be OK if I invited Susie early on Friday? She said she was going to leave work early, to beat traffic. She would arrive in town 5:30 or so. Can I invite her over?" "But that is when I do your nails, Teen," he responded, "Are you sure you want to skip a week?" Tina looked away ever so slightly, then back to Charlie. She casually reached her right hand to her forehead and brushed back her hair, gently sliding her fingers through her straight brown hair. Charlie knew what she was doing. She did that with her boyfriends when she really wanted something. And a teenage Tina had done it to Charlie, to coax Charity out for some of their adventures. This move was intended for Charity, just like old times. "Charlie," she started, "I kinda spilled the beans with Susie a while ago. Not that she didn't really know anyway! I mean, Susie was right there in the middle of everything during those years. She, not me, enticed you into your first dress, when she flirted with you in the women's dressing room. She gave you the name "Charity." She was the one that enjoyed seeing you in that girls swimsuit. And, as I learned only last week, Susie is the one who seduced you on your bed and called Charity's name during sex. "Anyway, Susie knows that you do my nails on Fridays. She asked me if you would do hers too. It was so funny, Charlie, she was shy and hesitant, in a way I never used to see her. She said she misses having you do her nails, that it was so much fun when you did them. What do you say? Can we invite Susie as well tomorrow?" Charlie makes a face. "It will be like old times," Tina pleads, "What do you say, Char?" And, as they both knew he would, deep down in their hearts, Charlie accepted. On Friday, Susie arrived promptly at 5:30, luggage, a Darcy's shopping bag and a bottle of vodka in hand. Charlie let her in and helped her settle down. "Tina won't be here for another 45 minutes," he told her, "she works until 6 on Fridays." "I know," Susie replied, "I stopped by the store a few hours ago. She helped me get a few things for my new job." "And something sexy for when, you know," she added with a wink. She tilted her head slightly and, ever so slightly, brushed her own breast. Susie knew full well the effect of that move. Susie and Charlie were on their second vodka and tonics when Tina arrived. Chinese delivery was on its way already. "I'm not interrupting, am I?" Tina asked, as the two giggled at something between them. "Of course, not," Charlie responded, which for some reason prompted Susie to giggle once more. Tina ignored the comment, but if she was going to feel like a third wheel, Susie put her at ease. "You are my best friend, Teen!" she declared, slightly slurring her words. "You were back when we were in high school, and I couldn't have made it through without you. You are the kindest, most dearest friend I could ever wish for. And Char here is still your kid brother; he's more handsome now than he was as a scrawny kid, but he'll never come between us. You KNOW that, T. Now, let's get down to business; my nails are a mess." Susie, being the guest, got to go first. She practically bounced as she sat at the table to begin her manicure. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not. Charlie, too, seemed excited. In his mind, he knew that was strange. Here he was, again practicing a typically feminine activity, with his sister and his girlfri -- his sister's friend, he quickly corrected himself. But he found some solace in the activity, and, with Susie back, it somehow felt like more. Physically, he was 23, but his mind was transformed back to another time. Back to when he was a lonely teenager, trying to find his way with a dead father, a half-dead mother and so-called friends that looked at him with either pity or embarrassment at the way his mother carried on. But Susie was never like that, and their times as a trio were full of mischief, escape and a closeness born of their shared secrets. Charlie felt at home again. Susie tried to pick her color but Charlie was having none of it. Declaring himself the "artist," he insisted he got to choose. Susie acquiesced, but only after declaring that she got to choose what Charlie would wear with Connie tonight. Not to be left out, Tina claimed she would get to pick the movie tonight. An hour later, as they settled down to the movie, Tina declared that it would be a popcorn and pajamas night. A little drunk, the girls quickly changed into pajamas, right in front of Charlie. Tina put on a long nightgown, Susie changed into pink satin pajamas. Charlie didn't own pajamas, but planned to head to his room to find some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Susie, however, stopped him, saying that she had an extra pair of pajamas in blue. "It was a 'his and hers' set," she claimed, "so they came for free. Please, Charlie. Please try them on. I don't want them to go to waste." In reality, they were female pajamas that Susie purchased specifically for Charlie -- well, for Charity, really -- the night after her dinner with Tina. She only hoped she would ever get the chance to see them on him. They made Charlie change in front of them, aguing that it was only fair. The movie turned out not to be so great, so their attention soon shifted to other things. Susie began playing with Tina's hair. She put it in pony tails at weird angles, recreating the funny hairstyles they used to try as teenagers. Only this time, the funny styles were enhanced by Instagram filters on their selfies. Charlie mostly watched, only occasionally running to fetch hats, barrettes or other things that the girls needed. It was just like when they were teenagers, minus the back- rub chain they used to form during sleepovers. Around 10, Tina was tired and headed off to bed, leaving Charile and Susie alone. Charlie had to stay up because he was going out with Connie after she gets off work at 11:30. "I'll stay with you Char," Susie offered. They begin talking. Susie told him about her job in Atlanta, about her friends and, carefully, about her friend Ben/Jennifer. "Ben is a good man, kind, adventurous, not full of macho BS. He and his wife Ann reminded me a little of you two. I was the third wheel in their relationship, without being a third wheel. I could hang with them together or either of them alone, the same way that I can with you." "Yeah, but I bet what we did together was different, right. You know, the stuff we did." "Oh, Charlie, we were just kids. We did some pretty juvenile stuff -- stuff that I enjoyed so much," she responded with a wink and that head- tilt move of hers. "But, like I said, there were a lot of similarities. They're like the husband and wife version of you two." Charlie had a million thoughts running through his head. What did she mean about "similarities"? Surely she didn't mean ... No, she couldn't mean ... And if she did, why is she telling me that? I'm not about to do all that stuff again. I was just a kid. I was just looking for an escape from my nightmare, and Charity was that escape. I don't want to be her now. That was a juvenile infatuation. We were just goofing around. Susie saw the confusion on Charlie's face, but did nothing to react. After a brief pause, she said, "Thank you again for doing my nails, Charlie. They look great, and I really enjoyed spending the time with you." "Yeah, sure. But the price is steep: silence. You can't tell anyone where you got them done." "I won't Charlie, but it's not going to be a secret for much longer. You did agree to work Rita's charity fundraiser. You're going to be the hit of the event! I bet your line will be the longest of all, especially once the women see the quality of your work." Charlie blushed. "Thanks. It's just for charity ..." But Susie interrupted his explanation. "You know what my favorite thing was back then, Charlie?" "It was when you used to braid my hair. I felt so relaxed, so comfortable. ... Would you do it again for me, Char?" Now even more confused, Charlie weighed the options in his head. Reluctantly, he agreed. Or maybe not so reluctantly. She sat on the floor, between his legs, with him on the sofa. While he brushed her hair, she massaged his feet and ran her hand slightly up his legs. She continued to touch him while he slowly pulled her hairs into two tight french braids, one on each side of her head. At the end, she turned around, and noticed that Charlie has an erection. It was clear to see pressing against his silk pajamas. They're a women's cut, so it's a little tighter in that region anyway, and Charlie's reaction was even more evident. Susie couldn't help but smile. "Like old times, Charlie," she said. "Umm, I think it's time for me to get ready. Connie will be off work soon," he mumbled in response. Still between his legs, Susie reached out and presses her palm against his groin. She pressed it for a fleeting moment, long enough to acknowledge his condition. She could see Charlie yearning to give in. "Yes, maybe it's best, Charlie. I don't want to cause trouble." He kissed her, on the lips, but quickly pulled himself away. "I have to go now," he mumbled again. When he is far enough away, she muttered under her breath, "Come back soon. Please."