Second Chances Chapter 23 La Vie en Rose
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During the car-ride home, I talked about my day. About how I made the
track team. About how hard my first track practice was. Ron asked about
Chase. I talked about date night tomorrow. I said nothing about Jessica.
I drove us all home. When Cindy and I arrived home, I decided I needed to
shower if I was going to Jessica's house.
"Hi Mom," I said passing her in the kitchen. "I'm going to go over a
friends this afternoon."
She gave me a look. "We're not going to have a repeat of Friday night are
we?"
"Not at all," I said. "A few hours and I'm home for dinner and homework."
"OK," she said. "Have fun."
I quickly showered. I pulled out the same floral dress I wore Thursday
for school as it was already washed and hanging up. I also got out the
black bra and panty set again. I might need to get myself more of these.
Maybe I'll put a Victoria's Secret trip on my list, next time I'm at the
mall.
I was cleaned up and dressed within 20 minutes and I was already back
into my car.
Before I pulled out of my driveway, I found the mix-tape Fay made for me.
I ejected the cassette adapter and slide the mix-tape into the cassette
player.
The first song was No Doubt's "Just a Girl." I must've heard this song
hundreds of times in the late 90's and early 2000's. But now every time I
hear this song, I will forever remember my date night with Fay.
Inside the tape case was a note listing the tracks and a little blurb
from fay. "I saw that smile on your face we we started singing together
in the car."
I hit next track. The cassette started fast-forwarding. I was about to
hit stop when it stopped by itself The next song played. Wow. I forgot
that this model cassette deck did that.
Madonna's cover of "Fever" came on. I don't like this version. But before
the age of YouTube I bet it was hard for Fay to find a better version -
or at least a blues or swing version. Fay's note for this song said, "I
had so much fun dancing with you! It was HOT!"
I hit next track.
Des'ree's "You Gotta Be," came on. "You are a great person. Keep your
chin up. You will find the right one for you!" This isn't really my
genre, but I'm digging the 90's nostalgia, so I let it play.
I started driving. When the song stopped I put the radio on. Hootie and
the Blowfish was playing. I admit I prefer Darius Rucker as a soloist
instead. But anyway, I figured i'd save the rest of the mix-tape for
another day.
* * *
I arrived at Jessica's apartment complex. I found an available guest
parking spot and sat in the car.
What am I doing? Am I prepared for what might actually happen if I go in
there? Am I ready to do - whatever - with Jess? I stopped myself on
Friday. But we were drunk. I wanted to make this decision while sober.
Well here I am. I'm sober. And here is the decision.
What if I go in there and we have sex? This wouldn't be the first time
I've had sex with a woman. Granted it would be the first time I had sex
AS a woman. Was that making me nervous? Absolutely. I knew how to have
sex as a man. I knew what to do with my dick. Now that I don't have one,
I'm feeling a little inadequate. But she know's I'm a girl, so she's
expecting I don't have a dick. That fact doesn't make me any less
nervous.
But am I really prepared to have sex with someone I just met? Lesbian sex
at that. I've told Ron, Cindy, Chase, and myself that I'm trying to find
myself. Is this part of it? Was I lying to them? Was I lying to myself?
But I barely even know Jessica. Yes, she sits next to me in English, but
all I know about her I learned over the past 3 days - which isn't much.
The guardian angel has given me a second chance. This is also a second
chance at being 17. 17 year-olds do impulsive things. They make mistakes.
This is impulsive. This might be a mistake. The angel wanted me to make
mistakes. She wanted me to learn from failure and take risks.
Why am I resisting? Maybe this is Tony trying to protect Christina. The
Tony part of me, the one who has dated and lost, married and lost is
telling me it's too soon. It's the Christina side that's pushing me to do
this. OK, so I need to walk in there, not as Tony, but as Christina.
Because right here, right now, I am a 17 year old girl who's trying to
figure out who she is and how she fits into this world. Part of that is
walking in there as confident as I walked into school on Wednesday.
If this is indeed a mistake, then I need to let Christina make her own
mistakes. In a week, I might wake up as Tony again. And if I do, I'll
regret not letting Christina have this moment.
I took a deep breath, and got out of the car and started looking for
Jessica's apartment number.
When I got there I rang the door bell. I didn't hear anything. I hate
doorbells. You never know if they work or not. I knocked on the door.
Jessica answered the door and smiled. "Hey Christina!" she said. "Come on
in."
She too had changed into different clothing. She was wearing a white tank
top and an orange mini-skirt.
"My mom is still at work for a few hours. My brother is off doing
something and wont be home until after dinner. So it's just me until they
come home. Can I get you a drink?"
"Maybe just water or soda," I said following her into her kitchen.
She reached up to a cabinet and pulled down a glass, then opened the
fridge and pulled out a Britta pitcher, and filled the glass up. She
handed it to me.
"Thank you," I said taking a sip. I noticed the glass had Star Wars
characters on it. "Cool glass," I said.
"Oh," she said. "That's my brother's. He's kinda a geek."
I was taken aback. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Of course. You're right," she said realizing she had offended me.
I smiled to show I had no hard feelings.
"I uh," she stumbled. "Do you want a tour of the house?"
"Sure," I said.
She took me from the kitchen to the living room. The bathroom. Then
upstairs. Her parents room. Her brothers room. Another bathroom. Then
finally her room. "This is my room," she said.
I smelled incense burning.
Her room was all shades of pink. But in the corner I noticed a Marilyn
Manson poster. It's almost as if everything was a facade - except for
that poster.
"Cool room," I said trying to continue the small talk.
"Yeah," she said
OK. This line of questioning is awkward. Think Christina. Ask her
something.
"Jess, how old are you?" I asked. Ug. That's a lame question Chris!
"That's a weird question," she said. "I'm 18."
"But," I said. "You're a senior-"
"I was held back in junior high," she said. "When my parents got divorced
it affected my grades."
The mention of "divorce," broke my train of thought for a moment. I had
to take a moment to push those feelings aside.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"I hadn't told anyone at school that," she said looking down. "I'm sure
they'd judge me."
"I'm not judging you," I said looking directly at her. She look up and we
caught each other's eyes. I grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it.
She shared something with me. I needed to share something with her.
"I was bullied though my pre-teens." I said. "It didn't help that I had
glasses and braces. That I like Star Trek and computers. I'm in the
Marching Band. So many people have judged me. I am not going to judge
you."
I saw her smile returned. It was a nervous smile because I accidentally
killed the mood with that divorce talk. I saw her bite her lip.
She was nervous. So was I. She was so confident Friday night. And this
morning. Up until now, she's been the one to make the first move. So, I
don't know what possessed me to be the one to make the first move here,
but I pulled her in closer and kissed her.
Our soft lips caressed each other. Her lips tasted of watermelon. I
wrapped my hands around her midsection.
Her nerves must have evaporated as she put her hands on my ass and pulled
me closer. Her kisses got more forceful. Our tongues were massaging each
other.
She stopped kissing my lips and started kissing my chin, then my jawline.
Slowly working her way to my ear. She kissed my neck. Then nibbled on my
ear. That felt so good. She must've remembered my reaction when she did
that on Friday.
I ran my hands up and down her back making sure I caressed her exposed
skin, her shoulders, down her back again, her lower back. I grabbed onto
her ass. I slid my hands under her skirt and felt her ass through her
panties.
She moved aside one of my dress straps and started kissing my shoulder
and the nape of my neck. My hair fell in her face, and I was quick to
swat that away. Then she did the other side. I could feel her grabbing
the zipper on the back of my dress and pulling it down. When she reached
the end of the zipper my dress fell to the ground.
I felt the cool air as I was standing there in nothing but my bra and
panties, but the cold chill didn't last as she wrapped her arms around me
and we resumed our passionate kisses. I kicked off my flats as I slid my
hands under her tank top and started sliding it up.
When I got to her arms she assisted by completely removing it. She undid
her skirt and it fell to the floor.
Slowly she started walking me backwards. I felt my calves hit her bed.
She stopped kissing me and she slowly pushed me to sit down on the bed.
She knelt down on the bed and starting kissing my lips again and she
pushed me down to the bed.
She climbed on top of me. I nibbled on her lip as I felt for her bra. I
easily undid the clasp as the bra fell away. Jessica's breasts were
larger than mine. Rounder with bigger areolas. She had nipple rings!
Silver studs on either side of the nipples. I wanted to kiss them. I
gently cupped her breasts and she led her breasts to my mouth as I put my
tongue on one other nipples.
As I was playing with her nipples and her nipple ring with my tongue, she
removed my bra and tossed to the floor. It was her turned to play with my
tits. She licked around my nipples. I could feel my nipples harden from
the cool area and her warm tongue. She nibbled on one and I jumped.
It was like the other night when I pleasured myself. Except this was far
better her tongue was much better than my own fingers. I could feel the
warmth of her tongue. Every bump on it.
She grabbed my ass and my thigh and I brought it up to wrap my leg around
her leg.
OK, It's time to let some of my experience come out and play. I put my
arm around her and I flipped her so that I was on top.
Our eyes met. He had a look of surprise that I took the lead. The look of
surprise turned into a look of hunger.
I kissed between her breasts and slowly down her stomach. I let my hands
caress her thighs as I continued moving my kisses further south.
"Have you-" she said between breaths, "done this before?"
I couldn't tell her the truth. That I've had 3 sexual partners. One of
which I was married to for 3 years. "No," I said.
Oh God. I just realized that Jess is number 4. Stop it Chris. Get your
head back in the game! Wait. I'm still a virgin at 17. Jess is my first!
Stop thinking about it! I put that thought out of my mind.
I kissed her panties and she twitched. I started massaging her clit over
her panties with my lips. I could hear her gasp and moan.
As I continued to kiss her clit, I could feel her wet panties get wetter
and wetter. I wanted to taste her juices. I slid my hands under her
panties and started pulling down. She offered no resistance but helped
kicked the off after they were past her ankles.
I slid my tongue up her labia to taste her. A mix of salty and sweet. I
realized just doing this made me so wet. I started massaging her folds
with my tongue, working my way up to her clit. I could hear her moan.
I instinctively moved one my hands to my own clit and started rubbing it
thought my panties.
I used the other hand to expose her clit. I started slowly massaging her
it with my tongue occasionally flicking it faster, then slower again.
When I sped up I felt her hands grab the back of my head. She was running
her nails through my hair.
I continued licking her clit. Lapping up her juices. Her moans got louder
and higher in octave. I could feel her grip on me tense up. I grabbed
onto her thighs and continued pleasuring her clit. As she came her thighs
tightened up and her breaths got real short.
This was too hot. Too fun. While i continued playing her her clit, I
pushed a finger inside of her feeling for her g-spot. I found it and
slowly stroked it.
"Oh God!" she screamed as she tensed up. As I felt her relax, I kept
going. I felt her tense up again. "Oh fuck!" she screamed.
When that orgasm passed she relaxed and put a hand over her slit. After a
few breaths, she said, "It's your turn!"
She sat up and pushed me back down on the bed. "Wow, you're so wet
already," she said as she removed my panties and instantly her tongue was
inside of me. I let out an involuntary gasp.
Her tongue went up and down my folds until it found my clit. When she
found it, she toyed with it. Circling her tongue around it. Flicking it
back and forth.
It didn't take much for me to cum at this point. I grabbed the comforter
of the bed and squeezed it into fists. I let out an audible moan.
But she didn't stop. Her tongue went faster. I could feel another orgasm
coming. I let out an even louder moan. I wasn't expecting this. This
second orgasm was more than the last.
"Oh God Jess," I moaned. But she still didn't stop. "Oh God Oh God."
A third orgasm hit me. I covered my mouth trying to muffled my scream.
It was then I physically put my hand between my clit and her tongue.
"Stop Stop. I need a breather," I moaned. "That's enough. That's enough"
I was out of breath. I could barely speak.
She laid down next to me. "You are seriously a virgin?"
"Was." I put my hands around her face and kissed her.
"That was the best I've ever had," she said.
"You made me cum 3 times," I said.
"Good. We're even." She smiled. "Where'd you learn all of that?"
I said the first answer that came to my mind. "Porn"
"Wow. Your parents let you rent porn?"
"The Internet. You can find it free if you look hard enough. Even in the
90's."
"Oh right. You're into that web surfing stuff."
I let that snide comment slide. I wanted to enjoy this post-coital bliss
a little longer.
We were both tangled up lying on her bed.
"So what's the deal with you and Amber?" Jessica asked running her finger
up and down my arm.
"I don't know." I said. "I was hoping you could shed some light on that
subject"
"She didn't even knew you existed a week ago. Suddenly you're all she can
talk about. A first it was "Cindy's tomboy sister," then it was "That
geek." Now she actually knows your name. Granted she calls you, "That
witch, Christina.""
"Witch or Bitch?" I asked.
"Both. She thinks you have this strange power over everyone. She's
desperate to expose you."
"Well, I'm glad she at least knows my name," I said.
She laughed. "I heard about this afternoon. When your sister wasn't
listening, she told the squad that they were to not have anything to do
with you - including the power puff stuff"
"Yeah. I'm currently short around 5 girls. Are you interested in
playing?" I asked.
"Football?" she said. "I hate football."
"Oh," I said. I guess we wont be watching games together. But back to
Amber. "Does she know what we were doing in that closet Friday night?"
"She didn't mention it to me. But she did tell me to stay away from you.
That you were bad news. She doesn't know I'm a lesbian. After Friday she
might have her suspicions."
Jess stopped caressing me and let her hand fall to her side.
"Jess," I said. "Are you.. out?"
"No," she said.
"So I can't ask you to homecoming?"
"I can go. I just can't be your date," she said.
"So we can never have a relationship?"
"Wow," she said. "You move fast. We had sex once and you're already
talking relationship?"
"No. No," I said. "I mean, I'm certainly in not looking for a
relationship either. I was just wondering- if we could ever really be
seen together - on a date? I like to date people. To get to know them. I
would like to get to know you better. Without having to worry about who
sees us."
"Well, are you out?" she asked me.
"A few people know that I'm attracted to girls. But I certainly haven't
chosen a label or announced it to the world."
"And why is that?"
"I'm not ready."
"I'm not ready either," she said. "Listen. My mom is super conservative.
Super religious. I can't come out. I just can't. She would disown me. I
don't think I could ever come out. I'll just spend the rest of my life
being this super feminine All-American Cheerleader."
"But you'd be living a lie," I said.
"I'm not Ellen Degeneres. I'm not a celebrity. I can't just come out to
everyone and have it be all sunshine and rainbows."
I let that marinate with me for a moment. I had forgotten for a moment
it's 1997. Granted 2018 isn't perfect, but there has been SOME progress
over the past 20 years.
"If it's any consolation, over the two decades, progress will be made for
the gay community. Gay marriage will become legal. There will be anti-
discrimination laws."
She looked at me and smiled. "I love that you're an optimist." Then she
kissed me and I kissed her back.
She broke off the kiss with an eager smile. "Shall we go another round? I
have some toys we can try out."
"What time is it?" I asked. Her proposition was tempting of course.
Jess held up her wrist. I didn't realize she had a watch on. "Quarter to
5."
"I should probably go," I said sitting up. "I promised I'd be home for
dinner"
I picked up my clothes and got dressed. As I was getting dressed I
noticed that Jessica was "eye fucking me." I had never been ogled like
that before. It was kinda weird.
I kissed her goodbye and existed her house to my car..
I sat in silence in my car for a few minutes.
What did I just get myself into? Great. A private relationship based on
sex. I felt so stupid. Granted I'm not looking to start a relationship
either. If this was a hetero relationship, I would be willing to date her
and get to know her. But if that's not even on the table. This would be
the first time I ever had a "friend with benefits." I didn't know how to
feel about it. Even Tony never had just casual sex. There was always some
goal in mind. A relationship. It just became crystal clear that Jess does
not want one.
* * *
When I got home, I snuck into my room and changed out of my sex-soaked
underwear, and into clean cloths. I pulled out a casual outfit from my
closet.
During dinner, my mom informed me that I had a "missed call from a boy."
Turns out Chase had called when I was out with Jessica. He left his
number.
I couldn't think about date night with Chase right now. Dating just seems
so complicated right now. Especially since I only have a week left here
in 1997. What do I really expect to accomplish?
After dinner, I started on my homework. While I was focusing on a
calculus problem, Cindy can over and sat with me.
"How did this afternoon go?"
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Chris, I'm not stupid. I know you went out with someone."
I looked at her in silence for a long few seconds.
"It went fine," I said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I don't kiss and tell."
"So you kissed?" she said sounded excited. "Could this be something
serious?"
"I just think it's not a long term thing. We actually had nothing in
common." I laughed I that sentence rolled off my tongue. "Don't get me
wrong. I had fun with-," I looked at my sister. Realized that she's as
much of a friend as I've had this past week. "her." There. I used the
feminine pronoun. Now she knows I went out with a girl.
"So what's going to happen with that cute boy Ron set you up with? You
have a date with him tomorrow right?"
"I suppose I should call him back," I said.
Cindy smiled, got up, and let me continue my homework.
A few minutes later, I got the cordless phone and walked into my room
with Chase's phone number.
After two rings, he picked him.
"Good evening Christina," he said trying to sound charming.
"Good evening," I responded.
"I called earlier because I wanted to give you a heads up on our date
tomorrow," he said. "I'm taking us out to the boardwalk." he said
"The boardwalk? It's late September. It's it kind of chilly for that?"
"Never," he said. "Be sure to wear something you don't mind getting sand
in!"
"Thanks for the heads up," I said. I was ready to say bye, when he
changed the subject.
"How was your weekend?" he asked.
"It was good. After you dropped me off Saturday I spent the day hung
over. I spent Sunday with family. It was nice."
"I can't wait to hear about it tomorrow," he said. "Did you sort things
out with that girl you punched?"
I laughed. "It didn't go as well as I had planned."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "I'm sure you'll figure something out.
Make her an offer she can't refuse." He chucked at his obvious Godfather
reference.
"Good Movie. Not sure how it's applicable in this-" I said. Wait. He's on
to something. "Actually that's not a bad idea."
"Oh?" he said. "I hope you're not going to off her. I was just joking."
"No," I said. "I have to make a deal with her. Give her something she
either wants or doesn't have. Thanks Chase!"
"You're welcome," he said.
"Oh, what time are you picking me up tomorrow?" I asked.
"How about 5?" he said. "We can grab a bite to eat there?"
"Sure!" I said. "See you tomorrow."
"Good night," he said.
I put my finished homework away and got ready for bed. I thought about
what I could possible give Amber that doesn't already have. I also
thought about Chase. My first date with a guy. Tomorrow's a big day I
suppose.
Eventually I fell asleep - not before my hands did some exploring as I
replayed some of my favorite moments from this afternoon.
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