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A Complete Tuckup
*** 17:38 22 Jul
"Hi Miz Parker," I said nicely, even though I wanted to demand why she wasn't Travis. I knew I was being irrational, though, so I restrained myself.
"Hello Valerie," she smiled, and then whooshed as I handed her Stella. "She's really growing!" she remarked. Miz Parker did, I mean; Stella just made nonsensical noises and drooled.
"Are you going out with Travis again?" Miz Parker asked. I guess the dress on the hanger gave her the clue.
"I hope so," I said sincerely. "We didn't talk about it before, but I want to go someplace nice for dinner tonight." And then back to his place after for-
"Well, go shower and change, and I'll distract him until you're ready," she grinned at me, and then we both acted like nothing interesting was happening as three boys came charging into the room and started blathering.
Come to think of it, I thought as I dashed for the bathroom, it's kind of nice to think of being behind a locked door and away from those kids for a while... Maybe that's why Mom always bathed so much when we were little? Sometimes, I remembered, Dad would come home, Mom would hand him Brian (back when Brian was handheld-sized) and then she'd go take a bath, maybe for an hour at a time.
That would also explain why she was so annoyed when Susan and I had gotten the ladder to peek in the window to make sure she was using soap...
*** 17:40 22 Jul
I held the dress up against myself and visualized, and it was good.
Oooh, I remembered suddenly, and that hat would go with this too, wouldn't it? Now THAT would be cute. It was still out in the trunk, Amy not yet having pawed through that box.
Hopefully not so cute he'd throw up. I'd have to be careful.
*** 17:41 22 Jul
"Oh crap," I mentioned as my pager went off. I went and dug it out, and it said
HEY CALL US WERE OFF TONITE MIKE AN ANY
"Oh, crap," I said again, with feeling. I had other plans.
*** 17:52 22 Jul
"Wow, you look great," Travis said, sounding sincere.
"Really?" I'd scrubbed myself pink all over, and shaved my legs lightly, and my makeup looked really good, but I hadn't been too sure about the dress and everything. I guessed I should have more confidence in Amy's taste, though, because he was nodding.
Then one of the small boys made a retching noise, and I had to turn away from Travis and kill them.
*** 17:56 22 Jul
I had managed to leave Travis in the other room with Miz Parker and the Four Monsters, which was going to make talking to Mike and or Amy without spazzing out a lot easier, and called my house.
Well, I called my number and got my voicemail system, and then entered the eight-digit override code so I could dial out again, and then I called up the main house line. You couldn't be too careful.
"Hey, Tuck?" Mike said when he picked up.
"How did you know it was me?" Calling the hard way was supposed to prevent-
"Because Caller ID says this call is from your room, stupid," he told me.
"Oh." I should have remembered that. "Anyway, um, I already have plans-"
"Travis again?" he asked suspiciously.
"He wants to talk to me about dating things," I half lied, "and he needs to talk to someone and he's much less scared of me than he is of Lisa." Which should be true, if he was sane. "So, he asked if I wanted to go to dinner, and I said yes. I didn't remember you were going to be off tonight; I thought you'd be sleeping."
"Man," Mike said disgustedly, but I thought he'd believed me. "What about tomorrow night?"
"Okay, yeah, sure, we'll do something Wednesday." A remembered pain inspired me to add, "But I have to get shots that night after I get home, so it'll be a while. What did you have in mind?"
"I had some ideas on camping," he said ominously.
"Oh God," I let out involuntarily. His ideas were often heavier than they sounded.
He laughed into the phone. "No, no, man, good stuff, I think," he chuckled.
"Hey, send me email, okay? I gotta run, he's here already."
"Are you thinking?" Mike inquired.
"Oh, yeah. Lots." Maybe too much. I'd been thinking all day.
Pause.
He finally said, "Alright. Take care, mano. Watch your six."
"So ka. Later!" And I hung up.
*** 17:59 22 Jul
"I just thought, maybe we could go someplace nice for dinner?" I suggested, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"Well, um," he said, and I knew instantly that there was something not going like I'd planned. "A friend of mine wanted to go out tonight, so I thought we could have dinner with him? And his girlf- I mean, his date?"
I sighed. This was definitely not what I'd had in mind.
"I guess so," I finally admitted. "Um, but, I mean, dinner was all you had planned with them, right?"
He nodded, which made me feel better.
*** 18:03 22 Jul
Kissing once we got out of sight range of certain mouthy brats was getting to be a habit. Luckily, it was one we liked.
And he hadn't thrown up or even gagged when I tried the hat on. I'd been merciful with it, and not put on until we left the vicinity of the Parker house; I'd bet I could give Ricky the shakes with it, but right before going out with Travis was not a good time to test this particular hypothesis.
And if I tilted it back, it didn't get in the way, either. Heh.
Finally, he bent down and I let go of his neck, and we smiled at each other. "Hi!" I smiled.
"I like the hat," he said, and I smiled wider.
*** 18:22 22 Jul
"Hi Bobby," I smiled. He looked like he was moving a lot easier.
"Hey Vicki!" he said back and waved. His girlfriend, or whatever she was, looked kind of sourly at him, but then she shrugged and half-smiled at me.
"Valerie," me and Travis said at the same time, and he squeezed my shoulder. The girl rolled her eyes, which made me repress a grin of my own.
The place we'd come to was one I'd never been to, and it made me feel a bit overdressed, since I was in thigh-highs and a nice dress and the nice flats Amy had purchased Sunday and the hat and everything, and everyone I could see was in after-work stuff. At least Travis and Bobby were wearing collared shirts and Travis had on some pants instead of jeans. And the other girl had on something that looked semi-professional, too.
The restaurant looked like it wasn't that fancy either but it was pretty crowded, which suggested that the food might be good. I hoped so; it was apparent that Travis and I were going to have to restrain our enthusiasm for each other to some degree, and the idea of food while a definite second (third, fifth, twentieth) best in my opinion was possibly better than, say, nothing. And I wasn't that hungry anyway. Not for food.
That dream had been on the back of my mind all day long.
*** 19:40 22 Jul
"Well, I mean," I explained to Jessie, Bobby's date, as we fixed our makeup in the bathroom mirror, "he didn't say anything to me about going out with someone else, and I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice, but-"
"Oh, man, we didn't know," Jessie apologized. "You could have said someth-"
"Well I mean, we had to come here to catch up with you anyway," Travis and Bobby having planned this rendezvous beforehand, and without asking either of us either, which I was going to remember, "and then it was okay. I mean the food's okay and everything," though I hadn't eaten much, I was too nervous, "and we'll have the rest of the evening anyway..."
"Does that mean you don't want to come to the movies with me an' Bobby?" she said, and I thought I was going to have to explain things to her and annoyed at the necessity, when I saw her unsuccessfully repressing a grin.
"Ha ha," I said formally, and then she was grinning out loud and then so was I.
*** 19:47 22 Jul
"I was feeling kind of tired," I said, and kicked Travis lightly under the table. He glanced at me sharply, and I smiled tiredly at him.
"Aw, come on," Bobby whined. "We could go see a movie, that's what me an' Jessie were gonna do." Jessie looked at him in a not-pleased manner.
"No, she worked all day, and she's tired," Travis said after a half second longer than would have been ideal. "I think I'd better take her home."
Which was where I wanted to go.
*** 20:13 22 Jul
"Next time, ask before you do something like that, huh?" I suggested.
"Aw, come on, Val, he's a friend of mine," Travis rumbled at me.
"But I wanted to be with YOU tonight."
"You were!"
"It's different," I insisted. "Come on, I'll show you what I meant," and I took his hand and pulled him towards the stairs to his place.
*** 20:20 22 Jul
"See?" I pointed out as he licked at one of my nipples. "You couldn't do this with him around!" Luckily, the dress buttoned, or unbuttoned, along the front, and was plenty loose.
"Well, I could," he argued, which was a bad thing to do, with him being so ticklish and everything.
*** 20:22 22 Jul
"You're bad," Travis told me after he'd pinned me on the floor.
"Uh huh," I had to agree. "I'm a bad girl. Are you going to punish me?"
"A spanking," he said.
"A spanking! A spanking!" I squealed, before I started laughing. Travis tried tickling me then, but I tickled him worse and he fell off me, and then I was trying to catch him in a scissors lock.
*** 20:25 22 Jul
I'd 'lost' again. Darn.
"You," Travis panted, "are very VERY bad."
I bit him lightly on one of his nipples to show him how bad I could be. "Ow," he said mildly.
"'Ow' or 'Oooh'?"
He thought about it silently, looking over my head, and I bit him again as a demonstration. "Somewhere in between," he finally decided.
Then he unfairly used his greater mass and strength to fling me around like I didn't weigh anything, and then he was in position and he nuzzled into the top of the dress and then bit one of my nipples lightly.
"Ohhhhh!"
"'Ow' or 'Oooh'?" he quoted back at me before he did it again.
This time I said something like "Unnngghhh!" and tried to shove the entire growing breast into his mouth. Which hurt. A lot.
When we'd settled back down, relatively speaking, I answered, "Definitely 'Ow'."
"You're doing it too hard," he told me, and nipped at me again.
"Ooooh!"
"Yeah, like that!" he said like he was coaching me.
*** 20:31 22 Jul
"We just got this dress Sunday," I told him as he brushed my back off. After I'd heard a seam start to go, I'd convinced him that I would immediately go home tonight if the dress was ruined, say by immense shear stress caused by him wrestling any more while on top of me while I was wearing it. So we were sort of having an intermission.
"'We'?" Travis asked back.
"Me an' Amy did," I elaborated. "We went shopping, and she liked it a lot, and she is going to be pissed if it's all messed up before she gets a chance to wear it too."
"Do you two share clothes a lot?" Travis asked.
I thought about it. "More like she borrows mine," I finally decided. "But we got this one together, but she got the shoes."
"You're stealing clothes from your sis- I mean, your cousin?" he accused me.
"It's not steal- I BOUGHT the damned thing! With MY money!" I remembered. We'd gone halfsies on the shoes, so they were half mine no matter which way you counted it.
"Whoa whoa, calm down," he said.
"Besides, she wears boring stuff," I lied.
"But you said 'WE got this one', remember?"
I sighed. "YES, dear, 'we' got it but I was the one that picked it out first, and she liked it when I was trying it on. Are we going to talk about clothes shopping," I asked, "or can we go back in the bedroom and lie down? I'm tired," I smiled at him, "remember?"
*** 20:44 22 Jul
I was having a fit of anxiety, so instead of suggesting what was on my fevered brain, I instead quoted Monty Python at him, and he'd agreed, giving me a couple of casual swats as my spanking before I performed oral sex on him.
I knew this wasn't how it was supposed to go in the movie, but this was Real Life, not eleventh century England.
Which is one reason why I had insisted he grab my hands in his.
He was now attempting to powder my hand bones, which was immensely distracting, but then he made this funny little noise and pulled on my arms, and then he was filling up a condom again.
This didn't do it for me either, like I was afraid it wouldn't, and I figured that out by the time he'd relaxed. So I wriggled my way up to the pillows and his chest, which I snuggled against.
God, I was SO immensely horny I could barely stand it, even lying down. I was just scared to ask. I mean, he'd been game so far, eventually, but this might be pushing things a little too far. And even though the resulting stigma would be much more on me than it would be on him - which was not something I was honestly worried about at this particular underwear-straining moment - it might be enough to put him off.
*** 21:09 22 Jul
"Please?"
I'd finally lost my mind, or lost the rest of it, when he asked me if I'd had anywhere near as much fun as he had, and I'd asked before I could stop myself. And now HE was acting uncertain.
"I don't want to hurt you-"
"You won't, I promise! Please, Travis, I've been thinking about this for a long time," I half-lied, "and I really really REALLY want it," which was completely and utterly true. "I'll do anything for you."
"Anything?" he asked, in a teasing voice.
"Yes!" I might regret saying that later-
"No, Val," he rumbled at me, "you don't have-"
"Please!" I begged. "Please please please please!"
He laughed, then, and said, "You're insane!"
"YES! I am completely insane," I admitted, because I was. "Please I'll do anything for you," I repeated, and reached down, and realized that even if Travis was having doubts, That Thing apparently had none at all. I fondled That Thing gently, trying to get him somewhere in the same emotional neighborhood I was in. I looked him in the eye and said again, "Anything. I want you inside of me."
He looked so confused and vulnerable, and I knew I'd remember this moment forever.
*** 21:13 22 Jul
He'd rolled on top of me and he was thrusting against me, and that was pretty damned good, but it wasn't in quite the right place and I could feel almost a wall that I knew instinctively I wasn't going to get past this way. "Travis, no, wait, this isn't it," I told him. "Please?"
He stopped. Then he slid off me, next to me. "Are you really sure?"
"YES!" I screamed. "Oh please Travis please," I begged before I tried kissing him some more, which had given good results in the past.
He pushed me far enough away to talk. "Valerie..."
He didn't say anything else for a while, and so all I could hear was my heartbeat hammering in my ears.
"You really want me to have sex with you there," he said.
I nodded, completely certain of what I wanted but feeling helpless in the face of his reluctance. "Please," I whispered, almost choking on my anxiety, "I don't know how else to ask..."
Travis reached out and gently touched my face, and I could feel the tingles swirling around and going into my groin, and my eyes shut themselves. "Please?" I whispered blindly.
"Alright," he finally purred, and I almost died.
*** 21:17 22 Jul
We'd discovered that his bed was about the right height, if we added a pillow under my knees, and I took another one to pad my tiny-tits with, and then all I could do was sit there, knees bent and my ass floating around up in the air, and whimper.
God, this was humiliating.
"Please Travis hurry!" I begged, trying and failing to see him over my shoulder.
He touched me firmly then, and my head lanced forward and upwards.
The surge made me breathless, and when nothing else happened I started panting desperately, trying to get enough air to keep from passing out.
"You really DO want it bad," Travis finally noticed.
"YES damnit!" I screamed, almost sobbing. "Oh God please ahhhh-" I didn't finish begging because he was caressing my rear end as he slipped the panties down my legs.
I noticed I was moaning and pushing against his hands as he did it too.
I started to instruct him, "Just p-uhhhhh," because he was doing it already, stretching me out a little, and then I felt something poking me in about the right place and I almost came.
He stopped, then, and when I caught my breath I groaned at him, "Travis if you don't hurry up and do this I am going to die, of exhaustion, please don't tease me PLEASE-"
I had to stop talking then and concentrate on relaxing because he was BIG and he was pushing against where I wanted him and then he was pushing HARDER and it hurt and then it HURT and then I felt him sort of slide inside me and then-
*** 21:24 22 Jul
It was taking him a lot longer than it did with blowing him, but he was getting into it, rocking my body back and forth on the bed, almost rattling the walls, and I was pushing against him, trying to help him-
"Valerie?" he gasped, like he wasn't sure.
"Cum inside me, do it!" I gasped, and like I'd hoped, he did, pushing me forward even further and grabbing my hips hard and pushing into me even further and then he hung, making little tiny lust-noises and pulling and pushing just little bits, before he pulled out and we both collapsed.
*** 21:31 22 Jul
I had cleaned him up carefully, but I knew I needed a shower badly, and I managed to convince him to let me go.
"Are you glad you did?" he'd asked me, and I nodded silently into his chest, my eyes closing as I teared up. He'd hugged me tight, then, but I finally managed to convince him that I was a little worried about myself, that I wanted to be cleaner before we snuggled.
Luckily, he already thought I was insane, so he let me go with a chuckle or three, and I'd wiped my face before he could see.
Now I was standing, letting the hot water wash the pain away.
*** 21:40 22 Jul
"I really need to rest a little bit," I told him, and led him back over to the bed. "Would, Travis, would you hold me?" I asked.
He nodded, and brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I wanted to cry.
*** 22:19 22 Jul
"Can I see you tomorrow night?" Travis asked me.
"Um, no, I have to get shots after work," I told him.
"Shots?"
"Yeah, I mean, Dad's gonna make us update our immunizations before we go camping, and before school, and I have to get allergy tested, in case..." I wanted to cry.
Maybe I did a little, because Travis pulled me close and said hurriedly, "It's okay, we'll see each other Friday night, right? We'll go someplace nice for dinner..."
*** 22:33 22 Jul
"Come in," Rachel said as I knocked on her bedroom door, and so I did. "Hey, hi!"
"Hi," I said, faking normalcy pretty well.
"You look really nice tonight," she commented as I came in and started changing clothes.
"Yeah, I thought Travis and I could go someplace nice after we got off work this time..." I continued as I walked over to the closet, "Amy and I went shopping Sunday, and we picked this dress out, I mean I did but she liked it and she wants to wear it too, and we got the shoes, I think it looks really good," I commented as I got some privacy and slid it off.
"Hey- oops," Rachel commented from the doorway, apparently coming to look at the dress and not expecting me to have removed it already.
And I turned the wrong way.
"Val you're spotting- you CAN'T be spotting!" she gasped. "Valerie?! You're BLEEDING?!"
I lost all my control, then, and just kind of slumped to the floor and started to sob. I hurt so bad.
*** 22:48 22 Jul
I'd almost cried myself sick, but I'd pulled back a little control before I actually did more than gag a few times, and that was about when Rachel wiped my face and asked me, "What happened?"
*** 22:51 22 Jul
"Did he RAPE you?" she gasped.
"NO!" I screamed, and burst out into fresh tears. "He," I forced through my own sobbing, "I wanted it, I wanted it so bad, I just didn't think it would hurt this much..." It had felt like he was literally tearing me apart at the seams and I wanted to scream and run but I couldn't because he was inside of me and I'd literally begged him to do it and if I stopped it in the middle he'd never trust me again, he was so sensitive, and I didn't want to hurt him because it wasn't his fault I just hadn't realized-
I hadn't realized I was babbling all this either, but I was, because Rachel was cradling me in her arms and making little affirming noises like Sheila did when I was on a roll and it hurt so bad and everyone was being so nice even Travis but I was bleeeeeeeeding-
*** 22:54 22 Jul
"Valerie! Valerie, please," Rachel begged as she shook me and I woke back up.
Unlike most times that I pass out due to blood, this time I knew instantly where I was and what was going on.
That's why I curled back up into a little ball and started to cry again. Because I'd fucked everything up.
*** 22:55 22 Jul
I heard something that sounded like 'hospital' which is when I sat up and started begging again, but not for sex this time.
"No Rachel no please no I'm okay I'm really okay it just hurts a little and I was upset no please-" at which point I tripped over myself and fell down trying to grab her and physically keep her from picking up the phone and delivering me to Hell.
"Val!" Rachel gasped as I almost fell on her.
"NOooo!" I moaned, "pleasssss-"
"Okay okay okay, I won't call-"
"Oh God thank you thank you I'm okay," I babbled some more, and she picked my head up and cuddled me again, saying things which sounded reassuring, and of course if she was with me she wasn't on the phone to EMS or something.
*** 23:02 22 Jul
"Valerie, if you don't want to go to a doctor or something-"
"NO!" I repeated.
"I know, I know," she said reassuringly. "I mean, but SINCE you don't," she emphasized, "then you have to let me look at it or something. I mean, if it's coming through your underwear it's a lot of blood..."
She probably said some stuff after that, but I just said, "Okay," and got off her so I could lay down on the floor and almost pass out. I really wished she hadn't mentioned the blood thing again, but it was too late.
*** 23:05 22 Jul
I didn't know she was getting her roommate Dave until I heard his voice above me go, "Shit!" in amazement.
"Shit!" I said back and rolled onto one hip before I was paralyzed, caught between showing my butt to a gay guy and getting blood on Rachel's closet floor.
"Gawd, honey, you got it rough tonight," he said, and that started me up again.
*** 23:08 22 Jul
We'd moved me to the humiliating location of the bathroom, which was humiliating because it was well lit and I was still in a bra and thigh-high stockings but no panties, and I had two people looking at my rear end while I bent over the vanity. With one of them spreading my cheeks apart. And the other one holding a flashlight for extra illumination.
"Is this guy into rough trade or what?" Dave asked.
"What?" Rachel asked, sounding puzzled.
I just moaned. Then I yelped when someone put a finger where it hurt the most.
"Take it easy, I'm not going to push inside," Dave said in an attempt to be reassuring which didn't work. "Relax some, okay?"
They eventually pried my butt cheeks apart again and then someone started smoothing something cool and numbing where it hurt. I would have been worried about my dignity as I stood there and dribbled tears and whimpered, if I'd had any dignity left at this point, which I didn't.
*** 23:14 22 Jul
"So, WHAT happened?" Dave asked as I ever-so-gently sat down on the pillow Rachel had placed in the dining set chair, and sipped at the brandy Dave had set in front of me.
*** 23:16 22 Jul
"... and then it just hurt and then it REALLY hurt," I tried not to resume crying, "and I wanted to tell him to stop but I thought it would get easier, and I kept trying to relax but it hurt too much and I just froze-"
"Did he try putting a finger or two in first?" Dave asked me.
"What? No..." I sniffed.
"Oh, gawd," Dave drawled, looking at the ceiling. "Did you use lube, at least?"
"Yes! It was a lubricated condom and everything, and-"
"Wait," Rachel said.
"JUST a lubricated condom?" Dave elaborated.
"What else would I use? WD-40?"
They both stared at me.
"WHAT?!" I screamed.
"Oh you stupid little git," sighed Dave. He turned to Rachel and commented, "This is what comes from letting heterosexuals run around loose and unsuper-"
"WHAT?!" I screamed again, with more emphasis on the confused part this time.
*** 23:17 22 Jul
"Like, lots, everywhere," Rachel said gently. "Even I know that."
"Well I didn't!" I tried not sniveling, but it didn't work and I sniveled anyway.
Not like I could get any more embarrassed than I was. Not with Dave the Fag having fallen off his chair he was laughing so hard, and screaming, "HOW could you not KNOW to use LUBE?!" when he could find the breath.
I would have run away, probably forgetting to add clothing before I went outside, or stood up and kicked the shit out of him, except Rachel was holding my face in her boobs and rocking me back and forth. So I just cried some more. I could not have been more embarrassed, which was most of what was fueling the crying; the pain was dulling at last.
*** 23:35 22 Jul
Haha. I was wrong before. NOW I couldn't get any more embarrassed.
Because Dave had taken me up to his room and was making me watch him perform with a dildo. As a visual aid. To a sex lecture. On how to get butt-fucked.
Because, he'd said, obviously I needed some kind of instruction before I could be trusted outside again, and I wasn't really his type of partner.
"See how much lube there is and how it's sort of oozing out?" he commented from his position on the towel, head pointing away from me. "Val?"
"I see it," I sighed. I couldn't not see it.
Life could not possibly get worse than this.
*** 23:39 22 Jul
"If you don't take the bottle I'll spank you," Dave promised, and I almost screamed as I tightened up something which didn't need to be tightened right then. "Please," he said gently, "Valerie, take the bottle, I can get another one..."
*** 23:55 22 Jul
"Do you want me to drive you home?" Rachel offered.
I sniffed, wiped my nose for the billionth time, and shook my head. "No, I can get it..." They had pressed another pillow on me as well as half a bottle of lubricant and the tube of 'numbweed'. The pillow was on the driver's seat of my car, and I was going to throw the bottle through Dave's head if he laughed any more, but I might not because he'd also given me the anaesthetic gel.
*** 23:58 22 Jul
When I looked at my pager in a fit of paranoia, though, and found that Travis had send me '88*88', I had to pull into a parking lot and just cry for a while.
*** 00:24 23 Jul
"Eugene?" Dad asked as I carefully came inside the house. "You okay?"
'No, Dad, I just had anal sex with my boyfriend and it feels like I'm going to die,' I didn't say. But I wanted to.
Instead, though, I managed to say, "Yeah, I just got... caught up in something."
"You're late," he reminded me, as if I needed a reminder.
"I know... and I'm taking the option," I told him, and pulled the fifty dollars out of my pocket and walked into his office and handed the money to him. If I went for the cheaper weeks' grounding this time, I'd kill myself, I was sure of it.
"You sure you're okay?" Dad asked suspiciously.
"Uh, yeah... I've been teaching the kids some self-defense stuff, and it's catching up with me," I lied. "I'm kinda sore."
"Well, better now than on the trail," he said in that sort of Dad fashion he used when he thought someone was suffering for a good cause.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," I deliberately smiled at him.
"Go take a hot shower," he suggested as he stood up and gave me a hug. "Maybe a bath."
"Good idea," I decided.
"Just take it easy," he cautioned, but it was too late for that.
*** 00:26 23 Jul
"Oh, hey," Amy said sleepily as she woke up. I managed not to scream.
Instead, I said casually, "Oh, hey, you're off right?"
"Downsizedmmph," she corrected as she sank back into a pillow.
And she didn't say anything else, which I was happy about, because I really didn't want to talk right then.
*** 00:32 23 Jul
I had to put one hand over my mouth as I lowered myself into the warm bathwater. I knew that if I had actually used 'hot', I'd have screamed and screamed and that would have drawn unwanted attention, especially from the parentals. They got sort of weird about us screaming in the bathroom; I think it had something to do with Mom's intolerance for closed doors.
So I just lowered myself into the water and tried not to make too much noise.
*** 00:45 23 Jul
I was NOT seeing a faint pink tinge, I was sure; it was just my overactive imagination. Which was making me sick. I wished I could turn it off.
The bath was helping a little bit; I was more sore than I'd known, and in more places. Maybe I HAD been overdoing it with the kids-
Which, come to think of it, was going to have to stop tomorrow morning. I was still a bit hesitant about walking; there was no way I could stand all the running around, dodging, and general hip and leg movement that we'd been doing.
*** 00:52 23 Jul
It was perhaps not surprising that putting the gel on myself hurt much less than someone else doing it. I was extremely grateful for the fact, too; I didn't really feel like waking my sister up or getting my dad to help. Hopefully the acetaminophen would help too.
*** 00:56 23 Jul
Amy cuddled me when I slipped into bed but didn't say anything, which was a relief because I didn't want to talk to her right now.
I was going to have to think some more, but this seemed like the kind of thinking that was best done when held in the arms of someone who loved you. And Amy, bless her little twisted soul, had said it often enough that I was sure she meant it in some positive fashion.
*** 00:59 23 Jul
Now, a bit too late, I knew what I'd done wrong mechanically, and why it had hurt so much worse than I'd thought it would.
I'd thought that, if ten percent of the population had anal sex at a rough guess, it had to be at least tolerable for the one 'underneath', but they hadn't covered the proper procedure in health class.
Or English class, I smiled to myself.
Health class, in fact, hadn't done much at all in that regard. Dad had taught me that I was going to use a condom when I had sex, before I had really even considered the possibility of having sex, and this was one of those things that Dad was completely serious about.
Things that Dad was completely serious about were rare, but never optional.
But there wasn't really any kind of question now, about what I was.
Ho-mo-sex-yoo-wel.
I was sort of my own worst nightmare come true, actually. Even if 'Debbie AND Lisa' became common knowledge, they'd just be mercilessly teased about it, generally socially outcast by the female side, and hit on a lot more by guys who wanted to do it with either or both of them. What one guy with one dick was going to do with two girls was something that had never been explained to me, but it was apparently regarded as desirable. Conspicuous consumption, I guess.
A homosexual male, on the other hand, would basically be under a death sentence, because 'fags' were something that just about every group could agree that they hated, which would mean that every group was gunning for you, and there just wasn't enough paranoia in the day to keep you safe while imprisoned in school.
But there was something else there with Travis, because, while I hadn't actually asked, I sensed that Travis, whatever he might know about me, would not accept me if I appeared as a guy. Well, as much of a guy as I could anyway. Not much. But that was a separate issue.
Somehow, the female identity I was using was important to his own self-image, and especially the image in the minds of the people around him. How important is it to me? I naturally wondered at this point.
It took about two images flashing through my head to convince me that I didn't really want to meddle with that female self-image in front of the people Travis knew either. The images were: me as a 'guy' holding hands with Travis; and then all of his friends beating me to death while Travis himself was not there.
Not much brain required for THAT conclusion. If I wanted to hang around Travis, it was going to be pretty much as Valerie, and not as Eugene.
But I didn't know what HE saw me as. Am I just a guy he can safely socially date? I wondered. Or does he see me as some sort of weird girl just with incompatible physiology? Or something weirder? I didn't know what could be weirder than the truth, and I was pretty sure I never wanted to know.
I really wanted to know what Travis felt, in a way, but the only way I could find out was ask him, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. I might find out. And, once I knew, I couldn't un-know it. And once I asked, he might start thinking about it, and look where that sort of thing led. If he'd had a diary, I could have possibly stolen it for a few minutes and read his thoughts on the matter, but I was pretty sure he didn't, since I'd seen most of the easy places to hide one and there hadn't been one there. That didn't cover things like trick furniture, of course, but that was a level of paranoid I didn't think he'd gotten experience points for.
He does have brothers, I remembered, and had to revise my guess. The FBI was nothing compared to your own siblings.
But even so, if I learned, I'd still be stuck knowing it, with no way to get rid of the knowledge.
I sighed and rolled over, which hurt.
This would all have been much simpler if he had just stuck to dinners out or something like that.
On the other hand, there wasn't any honest denying that I had been the one to ask for it tonight, and I had been the one to go down on him the day before.
God, only that long...
Heck, I'd been the one asking for it from him all summer long.
I wished I knew what made him so damned exciting. Because, well, he was. I'd never been interested in the guys at school-
Which, admittedly, was a hostile crowd and therefore not something to be romantically interested in, once I thought about it a moment. And not that I wanted anything to do with any of those assholes anyway.
Travis, I thought.
He WAS that interesting. WHY?
*** 01:02 23 Jul
Because, I finally realized, because, at least part of it is, I am sure that he's interested in me. He'd almost chased me, not in a nasty way but he had, and he'd chased me for months. And after Debbie broke up with me, he had been there and he'd still been 'after me'.
I'd liked it when Debbie asked me out. Usually I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was going out with me just as some sort of sympathy deal, or because they wanted something from me and figured that since I was the one asking, I was desperate.
Which, come to think of it, was usually true, in some sense. You could really get tired of being called a homo simply because you weren't dating some girl at the time.
Not to mention having sex with a guy, some part of me felt it necessary to mention.
Shut up! I thought back at it. I know already!
Of course, I'd lied on occasion before, and I could certainly fail to mention who I was dating when I was in-
Come to think of it, I had to remind Dad or Doc Treble to write me a note excusing me from gym for next year. Then I could avoid THAT little den of vipers entirely.
I made the mental note, and sighed, because I had to go back to thinking. The idea of never having gym again was much more appealing than thinking about the rest of it.
It was just nice when the person you were dating had chased you, because if they didn't want YOU they wouldn't have gone to the effort. So you could sort of know that they wanted you.
I wanted to be wanted.
But by a guy?
Shut UP! I thought back.
Obviously, being wanted by a guy was 'good enough'. Certainly, he'd turned me on like Debbie hadn't, even the first time with her. With Travis, I'd literally been out of my mind at times, and I'd done stuff with him I'd never have done with Debbie, like dry-humping on a public street until I came.
I still wasn't quite sure if I'd ever date a girl again, but right now I had a guy...
Watch out! I gotta guy and I know how to use him! I thought, and had to muffle myself.
And, I had enjoyed the hell out of being with him, and even being sexual with him. Except for tonight, And DAMN that hurt, I dunno if I want to do that again, but I knew I might try it later-
Why?
That was a reasonable question. It had hurt the last time Oh GOD did it hurt! Shut UP! so why was I even thinking about doing it again? Wasn't the dating and cuddling enough? And if I was worried about Travis... well, the oral sex-
Cocksucker!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR GOAT! I simmered.
Talk about brainwashing; I didn't have to let it be known who I was dating, I'd been programmed to abuse myself. Damnit.
I rolled over and stuck my nose back in Amy's breasts.
Why don't I want this, instead of him?
But, I slowly realized, I DID want this, but AT THE SAME TIME as I wanted him. Not Amy and me AND Travis, I mentally noted, and tried not to chuckle out loud. That would be far too strange. But, I mean, I definitely had my nose up my cousin's nightgown, and she didn't appear to worry about it; in fact, she was sleeping with me instead of with Susan or up on my top bunk. So in one sense I already had a girl to sleep with...
But I'd never consider doing the things with Amy that I had with Travis, or Debbie either. So obviously I'd have to get my sex somewhere else, or from someone else.
And that someone else was apparently going to be Travis.
I had to roll carefully back over again, because thinking about sex and Travis was an arousing combination.
I hadn't felt like this before, that I knew of, though. I'd thought Susan's cheesecake posters were stupid, and I'd laughed at her for them.
Did he seduce me into this? 'Turn me to the dark side' as it were?
Unless he'd lied, and I didn't think he had, then I'd been close to his first sexual partner, though. Which doesn't really fit the profile of Casanova or something like that. He was as new at this as I was, if not more so. And he was so sweet...
'Sweet' led to 'tender' which led to 'he holds me' which led to some embarrassing and exciting thoughts about him and me and I was glad I'd rolled over before.
On the other hand, the twinge from my rather ravaged ass reminded me that I still hadn't figured out, Why?
Most guys, I would guess from hearing them talk, would be more than satisfied sexually if they had someone to give them oral sex. At least, they talked about GETTING blown so much, and I knew they lied most of the time, that it had to be some sort of semi-universal desire. And Travis had not argued about me going down on him.
So I didn't have to 'go further' for his sake, or to keep him interested.
On the other hand, tonight hadn't done it for ME.
And THAT, I realized, is what I wanted out of it. I wanted to feel the same way he did; I wanted him to make me feel like that when he did.
I got back to that 'What does Travis think of me and us?' question again, because one obvious solution was something like a sixty-nine where we did each other. Ignoring the unfeasibility of two sets of teeth orgasming around two penises - I could guess that was going to end in some sort of painful tragedy - I still had an unjustified feeling that Travis wouldn't go for that because that would force him to confront-
Hell, he'd have to stick MY PENIS in HIS MOUTH, if he was going to stick my penis in his mouth. Which was sort of redundant or something, but it was definitely true, and more to the point he'd HAVE to completely accept that I was not what he'd thought I was originally, in about the most graphic and intimate way possible.
And he'd only do that if he was interested in me as a guy.
Which, I was NOT being, if I could be said to be one or the other. If anything, when I'd been out with him I'd tried to convince people I was a girl, which wasn't a guy - another statement of the obvious - and he had been chasing and going after the girl-person he saw, long before he knew there was something wrong with the picture he imagined. Or assumed.
Or so he said.
No, I semi-decided, I don't think he was lying to me. He was too freaked out when he told me; it had to have been a shock to him when he found out. Which meant that, in his mind, he'd been chasing a girl. For months.
If a guy chases a girl for several months, seeing her whenever he can, then the sort of assumption you'd make is that he's interested in her, right? I had to agree with myself. Otherwise, there's plenty more where that came from. And so, if he didn't know, and he was chasing a girl, then he's sort of coming at things from the straight side of life.
Maybe he was 'bent'.
I had to restrain another chuckle at that.
But, yeah, Travis was more a 'bent straight' than he was 'gay', if I was understanding the way he'd been upset when we had that 'little talk' about what Lisa had told him, out in his truck that night. I'd have been pretty upset myself if Debbie or Shawna (the first girl I'd ever kissed for real) or someone had had a 'little secret' and I'd found out.
'Course, some of that was because of the death sentence I'd be under if this hypothetical 'we' were ever caught. Death by beating has such an inhibiting effect on the emotions, I realized.
BESIDES that, I forced myself to concentrate, because I was getting tired if I was thinking about stupid things like that.
So if Travis was 'bent straight' - provisionally true - and since I was close enough to female that I didn't have problems being seen as a female - which Jessie had shown me tonight, in the bathroom-
*Jeez, back in October I was freaking out so bad at the idea, and now I don't even notice when it happens.
Back to the point, I ordered.
*So,
if (TRAVIS ~= 'straight') && (#define_emulation_female == TRUE),*
I formalized, then... then what?
Then, if I want to have sex with him, and if I can't get excited enough about blowing him to get off myself, which I hadn't last night, and if I DO want to get off during sex, which I did but I thought was only fair, *THEN...
Then I'm going to try it again, because otherwise I have to convince HIM to suck some cock and I bet he doesn't want to do that.
Pause.
This, I realized, is where thinking gets you.
So I gingerly rolled back over and tried to think where I wanted to go Friday night, and what I should wear. I'd leave the question as to whether to attempt anal sex again, to later on, like that night, depending on how I felt back there.
At least it wasn't as sore as it had been.
*** 06:00 23 Jul
I was more than glad to say goodbye to school and the confusion of what I was supposed to be wearing and who I was dating, and wake up and say hello to my room and Amy and a day full of babysitting.
Not that babysitting was that great, but it beat what I'd been dreaming.
*** 06:04 23 Jul
Susan came out of the bathroom and smiled at me, and I smiled back and was just about to go in and shut the door when Amy came out of my room and headed for the bathroom. That in itself wasn't that unusual; it was the towel and spare clothes that got me confused. "Going somewhere?" I asked Amy, and Susan stopped and turned around.
"Oh, I mean, can I come with you today?" Amy asked me. "Susan won't let me come with her to work," she said, glaring at Susan.
"THEY won't let ME," Susan protested.
"Wait, why didn't you ask this earlier?" I asked.
"Because," Amy replied, "you were asleep, remember?"
"I was asleep?"
*** 06:06 23 Jul
I took some alone moments in the bathroom to apply some more of that heavenly gel, and it felt much better, or didn't feel bad which was about the same thing. I was glad I'd remembered that I wanted to do this before Amy came in with me. I'd sent her down to fetch morning cokes instead, and I'd been quick about the application so she wouldn't ask uncomfortable questions.
I hoped.
*** 06:19 23 Jul
"What are you doing?" Amy wanted to know.
"Sending some email to Dad, about asking Doc Treble to write me a note to get out of gym class for next year."
Amy didn't say anything at first, so I resumed typing.
"The whole YEAR?"
I turned to face her and pulled my shirt up. "Yeah, because I don't want to have to be even this close to naked in front of a bunch of junior assholes." I pulled my shirt back down and away from my face, and Amy had a welcome look of 'ah' on her face.
"Hey," she grinned, "do you think she'd write ME a note too, since mine are bigger than yours even?"
I threw a pair of dirty underwear at her, which made her squeal.
*** 06:53 23 Jul
I realized, a bit late, that perhaps I didn't want Rachel and/or Dave, who'd been staring at my rather wounded butt last night - it got easier to accept thinking about, the more I thought about it - to talk with Amy, who as far as I knew had no idea I was dating Travis.
But Rachel just gave me a questioning look, and I flashed her an 'ok' sign and nodded, and she smiled and closed her eyes again.
"And after the spanking, the oral sex!" Dingo, Scene 11, Monty Python's Quest For The Holy Grail
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