-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Tuck The Consequences -*- Copyright 2008 by Ellen Hayes. Any resemblance between the writings in this work, and any actual persons or places, living or dead, are purely coincidental, except when used for satirical purposes. This work contains adult situations, adult language, adult concepts, and possibly sex. If you are legally not allowed to read materials containing such things, then you will be breaking the law by reading this. I am not responsible. Continuing to read this document, or storing it or reproducing it in any format means that you explicitly affirm that you are legally allowed to possess and read such materials in your city, county/parish, state, and country. All rights reserved. See the bottom for distribution rights. Tuck The Consequences *** 01:45 22 Nov Jack was standing there, staring at me intently, with his guitar apparently slung over his back because a black thing was sticking up behind his head. Like the hilt of a claymore, if people carried claymores wrapped up. And I would've said he was Looking at me except it wasn't quite that... and I'd been singing, and he was a musician, and I vaguely recalled some kind of threat about if he ever caught me singing again. The drummer guy looked rather hungry too. The (audible) guitar and synth from Julia's speakers caught my attention partially, and I sort of remembered it, but there was no way I was going to sing again. Until Julia belted me in the shoulder after getting out of her car again, which hurt, and her expression promised worse. I was more used to getting threatened if I DID sing... Jack nodded at me, crossed his arms, and best of all took a step back. I closed my eyes to block them all out, and concentrated on the music. It gently sprayed some guitar notes before a sort of pause. "He's gonnnnnne," which syllable lasted a very long time and several notes, but this one was impossible to forget. "Two thousand miiii-iii-iiii-iii-iiiiles, It's very far." *** 01:46 22 Nov It reminded me too much of Travis, who would never be back, but while the tears burned their way down my face, it didn't effect my voice if I sang loudly enough. Powerfully enough. And there was power in the song, if I could just channel it. Pam - I knew it was her, somehow - caught my hands and gently helped me into the dance, very slow and rhythmic. *** 01:49 22 Nov I hurt so bad I wanted to rip out parts of my body, but when it ended, there was just a few seconds of silence, though I still managed to let a sob escape, because I HURT... And then the tinkling of the piano told me I wasn't done yet. I opened my eyes and caught Julia grinning at me as she got out of her car, having switched tapes or something AGAIN. "You bitch." "Walkin' on, walkin' on, broken glassssss," she sang back. But this song had an entirely different kind of power in it, one that would allow me to get RID of my pain. I could feel it. My feet began to move with Pam as I harmonized with Julia. I couldn't hit some of the notes, but I could sing under them, sort of. *** 01:50 22 Nov Pam had turned me around so I was facing her, and she was dancing me, guiding my body as I sang into her face. I had the momentary flash, not quite a full thought, that this was somehow rude, like yelling at her from a foot away, but then, SHE was dancing ME. "The sun's still shining in the deep blue sky but it don't mean nothin' to me." *** 01:51 22 Nov Kim could hit the higher notes - or the entire higher octave or three - and Julia could falsetto her way up there, but my voice was too thick to get there, so I just sang at Pam as she held me still in the dance, for the moment, and picked up at, "You're doin' really, well my dearrrrrrr..." And the next verse was mine. Or Pam's, as she let go of me and spun away and into a couple of what I'd call stomps except they were too elegant for that, and then she Danced. She danced, because you could see her pain and rage and love and pain and longing and the blood trailing from her feet as she danced... It burned so hot in me that I could copy her steps as we went into the chorus again. *** 01:52 22 Nov I had had too much at this point, I could tell, because my body had pulled out an inhaler and stuck it in my mouth and fired it. "Show's over!" Mike confirmed, just before he dove full-body into Julia's car and shut off the stereo. My hands were just starting to shake, I noticed, before Pam picked one up and used that as leverage to somehow get my arm around her as her arm went around me. I wasn't sure I could walk, but she helped me. "Wow," Rachel commented. "Are you okay?" *** 01:55 22 Nov "I thought you said," Jack said, "you couldn't sing." "She said she can't sing unless she's drunk," Julia corrected him. "Just how drunk are you?" I protested "I'm not-" Mike stopped in the middle of the walkway to show that he was paying attention and I'd better give a correct answer. "Um." "That's not a good answer, Val," Julia said. "I KNOW that!" A little too fucking late, since I was a designated driver. *Maybe,* I thought, *I can barf it up before I absorb too much of it...* I checked my watch, though, and it was already pretty late for that, I thought. And pretty late. "Do you need to call your folks?" Mike asked. "No!" That was the penultimate resort, and I thought we could find a better solution. The ultimate resort was sitting or sleeping in my or Mike's car until morning, when I ought to be sober enough to drive no matter what I'd ingested. "Um..." "I can drive a stick shift," Pam said. "She wanted to stay over tonight," I added, since that was important. "Take you two back to Tuck's car, Pam drives you both home to Tuck's house," Mike announced. "Yeah we can do that," Julia agreed. "We could take her," Jack offered. "Fuck you, white boy," Mike said, without rancor. "I saw you staring at her while she sang. If you took her, the next time any of US would see her is up on stage during the tour." "Well, yeah," the drummer dude grinned. "But she'd be famous." "No!" I shrieked as I got behind Pam, ready to sacrifice her to fend off impending fame, or infamy as the case might be. Then I realized that one skinny dancer girl might not stop them - hell, they might take her too - and so I started wriggling away through our crowd as fast as I could wriggle. "Money," the drummer baited me. "You don't have enough money," I told him, confident in that at least. "GOD doesn't have enough money." Kim snickered at that, I know, because I was near her now and I could hear it. "Leave her alone!" Pam asserted. "If she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to!" She was wriggling after me, I noticed, and gaining, probably because she was thinner and could get through the gaps easier. "And we'd all have to kill you," Mike said. "Hey, okay, fine!" Jack said, throwing up his hands. "You've got a damned good voice, or three of them together, and- but if you don't want to, that's all she wrote," he said. *** 02:09 22 Nov "Dude, I don't have to go home," Mike smirked, injecting his unwelcome knowledge into the discussion on curfews. "How come you get to stay out so late?" "Because I'm seventeen, have no appointments tomorrow, and I'm not a GIRL!" Mike sneered as he unexpectedly took a swipe at my head. "Ow!" "And you need to go home," he said in a calm voice, "if I can hit you that easy." "Fucker." "No, that's you." "Godd-" I started to stand up and fuck Mike up, because he KNEW I hated that epithet, except he hooked me behind my knee with a foot and yanked and I was suddenly sitting again, just in time for him to spring up and put his hands over my shoulders and press me down into the seat. "Seriously," he said from a foot away, as we stopped, "Tuck, you need to go home and sleep." "I thought you said I needed to eat! You fucker!" He frowned at this as he let go and sat back down. "You forgot, didn't you?" I accused him. "Maybe you need to go home and sleep." He kicked at me again, but this time I was expecting it so I managed to grab his foot and pull us both mostly out of our chairs as I stuck my leg under his and kicked his inner thigh, ALMOST into his crotch, the almost part being deliberate. "Fuck!" he gasped in reflex as he did a little dance of his own, way too late, pulling both of us the rest of the way out of our chairs. "No, really, Mike, if I can kick your nuts that easy you need to go home and sleep," I grinned. Mike's retort was interrupted by the girls complaining loudly at us as Julia got between us. "Val, your panties are showing." I had to look, which made her bray with laughter, but they were. I managed to get up and back into my seat, and she moved away, and I stood up and said, "I don't wanna," to distract Mike as I spun up, and then managed to hit him - for no damage, not even stun - with my heel with a back kick against his upper arm. Unfortunately, the move tumbled my gyros and I hit the floor. When I'd scrambled away and got a look, Mike wasn't even following me. "Hah!" I crowed at him right before Julia grabbed my arm. She had a powerful grip, I noticed; I might have bruises tomorrow. She stood there looking shocked at me, probably because I'd broken her hold, simulated breaking her elbow, and slapped her face - VERY lightly - once before managing to stop myself. My spinal cord was trying to make me hook her leg and collapse it so I could do some further simulated damage, but I managed not to do so; she might take it wrong. "LADIES!" the drummer bellowed, startling me. "Valerie!" he pointed, "sit DOWN!" His command voice wasn't as good as my parents', but it did catch my attention, and so I sat. I did show Mike two fingers, though. "Val, stop," Pam pleaded. "Be nice!" "He did it first!" "Please?" She reached out, but stopped. "Okay, I'll stop," I said, and she reached out the rest of the way and held my hand. "Why don't you two switch places?" Mike suggested, "so's to remove temptation?" "W-" "Yeah," Pam agreed as she got up. "C'mon, Val." I sighed, but picked up my laptop bag and switched with her, so she was between me and Mike. "It's too nice a night for fighting," she smiled at me as she sat down. "Okay," I said without meaning it. I did, however, find the Clue that she didn't approve and wanted me and Mike to stop. She asked, "So why did you bring your laptop tonight?" "Oh, uh... mostly because I was stupid," I admitted. *** 02:13 22 Nov "Hey, Valerie." I looked up at Jack. "What've you been doing lately? You disappeared for a while." "Uhh. Not having this much fun, that's for sure," I summarized. "No, like what've you been up to?" Everyone kind of looked at me. Which was good, in a way, because at least everyone wasn't announcing that I'd been attacked and everything else. But it was bad, in a way, because now I had to think of what I wanted to say. What I wanted them to know. "I don't really want to go into it," I finally said. "It wasn't fun. At ALL." Shaking heads around the table agreed with me. *** 02:16 22 Nov I did not know why Pam wanted to handcuff herself to me, but she had insisted she did, and so after checking that Mike and I both had the appropriate keys - like anyone with brains would, when playing with handcuffs - I put one on my right wrist and let her put it on her left. "Wow," she mentioned when she picked it up. "These aren't toys, are they?" "No? What would be the point? Besides, the cheap ones suck." "Why?" "They don't last... and I really don't want to have to- I mean, even though they are cheap, I don't want to have to cut it off with a hacksaw if the key breaks in the lock or something." "It sounds like you've done this before, Val," Julia smirked at me. "I guess you never played Cops and Robbers with George or someone like that," I said. Which was why I made sure there were way more keys than handcuff locks BEFORE I put the first cuff on; I had. Dad had been vastly amused, too. Mom had just lectured us, as if we couldn't tell at that point that we'd made a mistake. Julia looked horrified at the thought. I nodded, because my mom's lectures were even worse than the hour or so of hand-cramping hacksaw work required. "Yeah," Mike commented, "that's what Susan looked like, kinda, when we asked her if she wanted to play." "Right before she started shrieking and trying to beat on us," I remembered. "Can we change the subject?" Pam clicked the cuff down on her very thin wrist. And clicked, and clicked, and clicked. "How tight should it be?" "Tight enough you can't slip your hand through it to get out," I told her. "Damn your hands are small." She smiled, as if I'd paid her a compliment. Well, I was cheap and slimy enough that I was going to pretend I'd done it deliberately, so I smiled back at her. *** 02:26 22 Nov Eating a couple of pastries using only my left hand wasn't too bad; the single egg Mike had insisted I add to my order was harder but not impossible. Harder to eat, anyway. Plus I was starting to get woozy. I noticed, a bit late, that Pam was having no problems ignoring HER left hand and using her right. Damnit. She looked at me and smiled, and I growled at her and shook our hands up and down, rattling the chain. "Well, it's different," she said apologetically. I snickered at that, because, well, it was. "Man, you sound like my ex when you giggle like that," Maddog - the drummer - complained at me. "Like what?" I squeaked up high, and managed to turn his facial expression into fuel for another longer giggle. "Man, knock it off," he complained. Then he looked sideways. "Or I'll sic HIM on you again." "No!" There was no good way to fend Mike off if I was handcuffed to someone else, especially someone like Pam, who couldn't fight at all but I didn't want damaged. "Valerie!" Mike said sharply. "Makeup class tomorrow morning." "Aw MAN!" I complained. "Goddamnit I HATE that thing!" "It's actually makeup, too," Mike told Maddog. "It's nails, thankyouverymuch," I corrected. "Makeup is this summer. Oh fuck." I tried to put my head in my hands in despair, but got one of Pam's in addition. "What?" "All summer! All day! And I can't skip it if I want my certification!" "Dumbass," Jill and Kim smirked at me, then laughed. "Jinx!Jinx! Jinx!Jinx!" Jill cheated at that point by sticking a finger in her drink and flicking it at Kim's face. "Jinx!" "Bitch!" "You owe me a coke!" "Eat SHIT! And DIE!" Kim added. "Man, girls are so stupid," I said to Pam as I turned to face her. "Don't you think?" She giggled. "Man, sto- Never mind," Maddog said. "Just ignore them," Kim advised with a sneer. "Attention only encourages them." Pam giggled more, which sort of proved Kim's point, and I found myself doing it too, which didn't help. "Um," I said to Pam, in the hopes of not triggering something unpleasant by Mike or Maddog. "Oh..." I was going to mention something about doing something tomorrow morning, but then I remembered the makeup makeup - ha ha - class, and said instead, "Damnit!" "What?" "Cosmetology, tomorrow, summer, the rest of my LIFE..." Or so it seemed. "Ohhh, you poor thing," she crooned, sounding remarkably sincere - I didn't believe she WAS, but she really SOUNDED it - and pulled me close for a cuddle as she patted the back of my head. "And everyone's picking on you too." "Yeah. And I'm handcuffed to this crazy pretty dancer chick." "I know, I know..." She ought to. "Hey, do that for me," I caught Mike complaining at an unusually low volume. Probably because I had one ear stuck into Pam's body and the other was in the aural shadow of her body and head. "No. I'm not handcuffed to you," she replied, which naturally was louder than normal. "Such a poor baby," she said to me, I hoped, as she stroked my hair. "And he picks on me too!" "He does!" she agreed. "And he beats me!" "It's so terrible!" In a more normal voice, I told her, "And you are such a good liar, I'd almost think you were sincere if I didn't know better." "It's so true," she said in the same kind of mother-to-a-toddler voice she'd been using. We laughed, and separated. I noticed she put her hands in her lap, which put my hand (right) on her thigh. I tickled her a little, and she turned and smiled at me again. I noticed I was feeling rather dizzy. *** 02:39 22 Nov "Tuck? When's your curfew tonight?" Mike asked. "Wha- Oh, it's three," I said as I looked at my watch. "Oh shit a fuck goddamn," I added, because it was getting very late indeed. "Late?" Pam asked worriedly. "I think I'm gonna blow it, yeah," I sighed. There was just no way I could make it now. If I'd had my car here, we could've. Maybe. Rachel suggested, "Maybe they won't notice? Because it's so late?" I looked at her in astonishment, until I remembered that she probably didn't really know. "Uh, no. The house is alarmed about eight ways to Sunday, and if I don't tell the system it's ME, then things get very..." I was too woozed to think of a good way to describe it without going into details like procedures, which I wasn't supposed to anyway. "Hilarity ensues," Mike inserted. "T- Val? Whatcha?" Wanna do, he meant. "What happens if you're late?" Jack asked. "Oh, I have to pay a fine... which increases, the later I am," I sighed. "But in increments." I tried to add the times up, to figure out how long it would be after I left here, and thus how much the fine would be, but it was too variable and too hard for me to figure out. Jack pressed, "Like how much of a fine?" "Rrrrr!" I glared at him. "VERY fine," Maddog asserted, with a leer. "Oh so fine, and mine all mine!" the girls chorused, including me because it triggered a reflex. "Man- Oh, right, no George," Mike complained. Which made me and Pam start giggling madly. "Shut UP!" *** 02:44 22 Nov The second time I dropped the handcuff key on the floor, I just started laughing, as did Pam. "Goddamned stupid bitches," Mike sighed as he got out of his chair. "Val, sit; I'll get it," he told me before I could decide whether to try to escape him or... something. "Okay. Um," and then it was funny again. "And call your dad." "Oh, man..." He pointed, and so I started trying to get my cellphone out. *** 03:10 22 Nov "Drunken sot," Mike said as I debated how to get out of the back seat of his car. "That's me!" I admitted, and giggled some more because it was funny. Much was funny at this point. Especially since Mike had responded to a scream of 'less delta-v!' when I noticed that I was becoming not so pleasantly drunk but unpleasantly nauseous instead. Then I had to scream 'rotations are accelerations too!' as a supplement, which I shouldn't have needed to do. Pam had giggled and demanded to know how I could say something like that, and then she'd tormented me - and Mike, somewhat - by demanding I recite tongue twisters. Which I turned back on her by deliberately screwing up in the funniest way possible. I knew that it was unlikely that I would find them that funny when I was sober, but I was almost certainly not being recorded, Pam not having the skill or equipment and Mike not wanting to replay me being very drunk and deliberately girly. But, at least I wasn't nauseous any more. Which made me laugh not because it was funny but because it was delightful, which was partially because I was feeling too drunk to worry about much of anything except getting home safely. And Mike was checking Pam out for me. *** 03:13 22 Nov "Thanks Mike!" Pam chirped at Mike, as I sat on the fender and carefully balanced myself so I wouldn't fall off. Her noise caught my attention, so I looked up, and saw her hugging his neck with her arms as she kissed him on the cheek. "I had a lot of fun," she added as she disengaged. "Me too!" I agreed as I threw MY arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Especially," I said more seriously as I backed off a bit and looked into his eyes, "the drunk part. That really helped." I felt better than I had in a while, I thought. So I hugged him, more normally, in gratitude. "Yeah. Go home, and don't ever kiss me again." Naturally, I had to kiss him on the other cheek, which generated a boff to my head, and then Pam displaced me onto the fender of my car - which was cold as shit on my butt again - as she did the same thing I did, again, laughing. He did not, I noticed, whack HER in the head. When she let go, Mike had quite a bit of lipstick on both cheeks. I had to laugh - well, more - and I wished I had a camera. *** 03:15 22 Nov I remembered that I DID have a camera, but it was about half a mile too late. Mike was probably afraid I'd kiss him again. "Just, REAL slow and gentle," I reminded Pam. *** 03:19 22 Nov She'd jerked the car once, and profusely apologized, and I was on the verge of telling her to forget it and then ask for a cab or something, because about three more like that and I was going to barf, but the second time, she revved the engine and left it there as she let out the clutch verrrry slowly, and that worked. "Just do it like that all the way home," I told her. *** 03:58 22 Nov She had, and I didn't want to think of what it would do to my mileage - and sort of coincidentally but sort of not, I was intoxicated enough that I DIDN'T have to think about it - but the important thing is that we were both home safely and nobody had gotten mad enough to ram us when Pam was slow starting from a stoplight. And I hadn't thrown up from the goddamned stupidity of wiring the gyros to the emergency stomach eject. I could understand the concept that humans had been created instead of evolved, but then the ones that insisted on THAT also insisted that their hypothetical Designer was also more than competent; and the two concepts did not match. "Valerie?" Pam asked. "Uh?" "Can we go in now?" she asked patiently. "Uh, oh, yeah," I agreed. "You're going to sleep on your feet." "I am not! I was thinking!" "About what?" "Um... let me find my keys and I'll tell you." I wasn't sure I could multitask enough to do both, especially since I didn't remember where I'd actually put my keys. Also I had to get out of my car. *** 04:01 22 Nov "Aha!" Keys. Finding them had been much easier once I got out of the car, since they were in my fanny pack. "Come ON, it's COLD out here!" she complained. "Hold yer horses, darlin'," I said to her, mostly to be annoying, as I walked up to the front door and operated the lock. And took several deep breaths and did some deep concentrating, because once I opened the door I was going to have to move accurately and - worse - fast, to pacify the house system before it alarmed. *Come to think of it, that's another good reason not to get drunk,* I realized, FAR too late. *House's too hard to get into without a functioning brain once it's been locked down for the night.* I suppose I should've mentioned to Pam that I was preparing to run a security gauntlet designed and refined by paranoids and thief/techs after severe testing that had lasted years, because she huffed and opened the door. "Oh shit no," I moaned as I rushed past her and my stomach lurched, but then I noticed Dad was right there. "Dad, could you disarm the system?" I pleaded. "Uh," he said. "Dad! BEFORE the alarms go off!" "I hadn't armed it yet," he said. "Oh god. Great. No sweat," except I was sweating, either from the adrenaline-request or the cancellation thereof. "What are you doing like that?" "Huh? Dad, we went out danc- Except I didn't dance, I got too full, and I forgot to put the laptop at Rachel's when I- oh, wait, I changed at the Parkers didn't I?" He didn't answer. "Anyway, I didn't want to leave the laptop anyplace else, so I sort of ended up with it all night. Didn't even open it once, did I?" I asked Pam. "You okay?" She looked a little disturbed. "Do you need a bathroom or something?" because I thought maybe she was having a late reaction to the alcohol or something. She shook her head, but didn't say anything else. "Okay. Um, anyway," I said as I turned back to Dad, "we're home- you got the thing about Pam spending the night tonight right? And the message I'd be late?" I remembered, a bit late. I'd left a message. "Dad?" I pressed after he didn't respond. "Huh? Oh, yeah," he agreed. "Uh-" "Great. What time is it..." I checked a clock that was visible in his office. "Can we just round it to four o'clock? 'Cause I did say in the message that I wanted to be out until three," I reminded him, because it didn't seem like he was tracking too well. "Uh, the first one, when I called about Pam." I dug in my fanny pack for my wallet until he said, "Uh... never mind, I'll take it out of your chore money. How drunk are you?" "Oh no!" Pam protested, "She's not drunk! Uh." "Shut up for a minute darling," I said to Pam. "Um... tolerably, but Pam drove me home. Actually it's not the alcohol, I think it's the al- Al- Alp-" "Alprazolam?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And the Benadryl." "You took ALL THREE?" "Well I needed to take the drugs, and I only had one drink," I said. "I kinda thought I'd better stop at one," I lied, because I hadn't really thought too much. "How bad is," Dad asked Pam while pointing at me. "Um, really, she's just been giggly. And a little uncoordinated." I butted back in with, "Anyway, I don't think Brian wants to get up at this time of night just to take pictures of me, and I can STILL kick his ass if he did want to get up anyway, and he can't borrow my camera either, so there!" I remembered then, "Oh, and thanks for waiting up, you didn't really need to do that, but thanks," I said, and hugged him. Then giggled for a second and kissed him on the cheek like I had Mike. "Heh. And don't forget to set the alarms. So go to bed before Mom has a fit. G'night!" I said with a wave as I started towards my room. "Oooh, stairs," I said in a fake-scared voice. "Can he make it? The world awaits..." Actually, the handrails were sturdy enough to use as runners when trying to get heavy furniture upstairs - and not by coincidence either - so all I had to do was hang on. "Pam, you coming?" *** 04:08 22 Nov Pam was bathrooming at the moment, so I thought it would be good to start getting undressed while I still had the space to move. I took off Rachel's jacket and thought about hanging it up, as I put it on my chair for the moment, and sat on the floor before removing the sweater just in case I got dizzy and went over. Which turned out to be a good idea because I did get a little dizzy, maybe enough to fall over. I stood back up, carefully, and slid the skirt off. *I need to hang that jacket up,* I kept thinking, but there was something wrong that prevented me from doing so. *Don't I have hangers? I got it off a hanger... at Rachel's,* I realized. Which I wasn't at. I was at MY home. "Ohhhhhhhh..." That was probably why both Dad and Pam were looking weirded out. "Whups." Then I had a giggle fit, as I remembered what Dad looked like. "Oh hell..." But he hadn't said anything against it, and it wasn't like there was a rule against it. *Yet,* I realized, but even then it was too late to hit me for THIS time, under a legal principle that I couldn't remember the name of at the moment. "Um." My bed looked VERY seductive at the moment, when I glanced at it. "Oh, man..." I wanted to sleep for a long time... but- "Oh hell. Shit. Fuck. Damnit," I said, because I had to go to makeup makeup class - this time it made me giggle - at eight, which meant I'd get maybe two hours of sleep. "Shit." I wasn't even sure it was worth trying. *Actually...* The more I thought about it, the more attractive staying up all night looked. The door opened and I almost screamed, but it was Pam, and as she shut the door I remembered that I no longer had an operating door. Well, it opened and shut, but not the cool functions. "Damnit." "What?" "My door." "What?" She sounded puzzled. "Uh, nothing." "Um..." "Hmm?" "Your dad... I mean, is he cool with..." "He's the asshole that did it! With bolt cutters!" I remembered. "Asshole..." As if summoned, my door flashed. "Man," I said as I got up, really wanting to have a fit on him in retribution for my door, but I suspected what he wanted and it wasn't that. When I opened the door, I started before he could, "Yes Dad, I know I need to change and stuff before Mom sees me. And yes, I have a class at eight in the morning, which I don't wanna miss. I'll make it. Dad?" I pushed, because he wasn't looking at my face. "Dad! Don't stare at my tits!" He looked up, and looked resentful, which made me sigh. "Dad, chill. We're going to bed," I sort of lied, because Pam was going to need sleep I was sure. "I love you. I sort of forgot to, uh, to change before I got home; we got in a rush to make sure I'd get home earlier. I'll- I'll look as normal as I ever do in the morning, I promise. Go to bed before Mom wakes up," I suggested, and the idea of 'bed' made me yawn. "G'night!" And I shut the door. "Man, that was fun tonight," I said to Pam, because she was sitting on the bed and her outfit reminded me. "Um, hey, don't you want to change before you go to sleep?" "Um?" she said, sounding astonished, then started to giggle. Which got me started, again. *** 04:10 22 Nov "Um," she said, "I guess I can change now... I just didn't want to do it with your dad there." "Why not? He's seen me naked enough times..." *Oh, right.* "AND Susan," I added. "He's mentioned that before." "But he hasn't seen ME," she pointed out forcefully, or sort of, as she stood up and shucked her skirt. "Aha!" I pointed. "Those ARE tights!" "Well, yeah?" she said back, like I was stupid. *** 04:13 22 Nov "Ummmmmmm," I sighed as I finally got down to panties, and scratched and rubbed. "Feels good to get all that off," I said to Pam. "Uh huh!" she giggled at me, as she pulled something black out of her purse, and shook it out, and ducked her head and pulled it over. It turned out to be a black nightie sort of thing, quite short. "And on!" "Oh, um... Should I put something nice on too?" "You have something here? I thought you kept it all at, um-" "Yeah, well..." Actually it was a birthday present from Debbie, which explained why I hadn't thought of it before now; I had tried to forget it. But, maybe Pam could help purge the memories from it. And it WAS silk... *** 04:16 22 Nov "No, it looks great!" she assured me. "Oh good," I nodded. Then I stopped nodding because I did not like what that felt like. *Stupid goddamned wiring.* "Um... Time for- Oh, hell, I was gonna stay up," I remembered. "What?" I must've said that out loud. "Um... Well, I have that class in the morning, and I have to be there at eight, which means leave here at seven-thirty, which means I have to get up at seven... and then I can't go to sleep that quick," although that might or might not be true, depending on what the various pharmaceuticals swirling around my bloodstream decided to do. "Um, anyway, so I thought I'd stay up." "Oh, that'd be cool," she agreed, and patted the bed next to her. "Uh, what? You can sleep..." "But I'd rather stay up and talk, if you're going to stay up," she explained patiently. This was putting rather a crimp into my idea of doing synth practice. "Er." "If you want to?" *Aw, damnit...* "Well, if you want to, I mean, I just thought you might want to sleep. It's kinda late..." "I know, but we had a lot of fun tonight, didn't we?" I failed to see the correlation. "So when did you get so good with singing? I thought you were FANTASTIC!" "Not as good as you dancing." *** 04:37 22 Nov I had retrieved two Dews from my emergency stash in my room, as Pam wanted one, and so we'd been sipping and chatting. I was feeling myself come down from the high I'd been on, which was kind of a shame, but at least I didn't feel horrible. Though I was also adding water, and I'd taken some aspirin too when I'd thought of it. "Hey, um... Can I ask you a question?" she asked. "You just did," I pointed out, and giggled, but only a bit. And sighed, because I was coming down from the high. "Um, what?" "Well, um..." Pause. "You had something to ask?" I prodded when I got tired of waiting, which made me really tired. "Um, well, you and Jill... Jill said..." "Oh, about- about us? I mean, her sleeping over?" I guessed, and she nodded. "Oh, she said she didn't want to do that any more. Except she said..." God I hated that phrase. "She didn't want to break off the friendship, just the sex, if that makes sense." "So, like, did it work?" "Huh?" "I mean, you're still friends with her right?" "Well, yeah? I mean, did you think we were... I mean, like, not friends any more?" I put in as the best available approximation of what I wanted to say. I'd wanted to be clever and witty in my word choice, but it just wasn't working. "No, I mean, but I wanted to check," she said. "Oh. Yeah, we're still friends..." I sighed. "What?" "Oh... I mean, I wish... I wish Mike and Kim... I mean, they did pretty good, but they were still pretty tense around each other. Maybe that was 'cause they dated longer, or whatever. Was me and Jill dating?" That didn't sound right; and Pam giggled enough to confirm my opinion. "Um, I mean... were Jill and I DATING dating, or... what?" I couldn't think of anything else to call it, clever and witty or not. "Um, well, did you go out with her? Like on dates?" But then she started giggling again. *** 04:39 22 Nov "So why did you ask?" I asked. "Oh..." she started, and didn't finish. Pause. "Pam?" "Oh, um..." Pause. "Pam?" I nudged. "Oh, um..." I'd heard this before. When nothing came out the THIRD time, I tried poking her in the side with a finger instead. "Eeee!" she complained, and fell away from me while giggling. "Would you just tell me?" "No, it was stupid," she sighed, as she stopped giggling. "What?" "Nothing..." I thought about poking her some more, or trying to tickle it out of her, but decided that might end badly; Amy had given me a nosebleed one time I'd tried that. So, instead, and since she'd been kind of girly all evening - I mean especially - I tried turning towards her and holding her hand in both of mine. "Please?" She looked down at her hand, or mine, as her eyes widened, and then looked up, at me, and started breathing faster. "It's okay," I gently assured her. "Really?" she asked, sounding a little desperate, as she squeezed my hands. "Yeah... We're friends, aren't we?" She turned towards me, like I'd turned towards her, and her hand touched my leg before she moved it up to grab my hands. "I... I..." Her eyes glanced down and looked around for a while, then back up to meet mine. Then she mumbled something as she looked down again. Which I couldn't hear, but sounded important, and it was a question, I thought. "Um... I couldn't hear you?" "Please," she said as she looked up again. Then she breathed, "Kiss me?" I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly, but then - since she was spooked enough that I didn't want to ask unnecessary questions - I thought over how she'd been acting in the last few minutes, and decided that she had indeed asked that I kiss her. So instead of asking THAT, I asked instead, "Did you want to do like what Jill did? Just... between friends, and friends after? After one of us wants to stop?" I added. She nodded without saying anything, but she looked like she was really ashamed, or upset. And she wasn't looking at me again. I pulled a hand loose, slowly, and cupped her cheek, and pulled her close. Except we were sitting too far apart. I snickered, because I didn't want to stretch her neck the extra foot necessary to reach but the idea was sort of funny, and bounced up just enough to scoot over and plop back down right next to her and grab her chin and hold her and then she was kissing me. Silly me, I thought she wanted ME to kiss HER. *** 04:43 22 Nov I broke off and suggested, "Let's move up, okay?" because I was starting to hurt from the position I was in. "Yeah," she agreed, and scooted backwards and then scrambled up towards the pillows. I tried tracking her but had to stop when I reached my neck rotation limit. *Stupid,* I sighed, and wriggled myself up to her. And found that she had put an arm down where it would go under my neck, which she then used to pull me closer, close enough to kiss furiously. *** 04:45 22 Nov A hand snaked, or sneaked, into the silk shorts I was wearing, and then under the elastic of my underwear. "Ohhhhh," I said accidentally, into the prolonged kiss we'd been having, or doing, or whatever. She kissed my cheek, and then pushed my head twisty with hers and her mouth as she started kissing and licking her way down my jaw to my ear. I rolled over a little, towards my back, and her hand came out of my shorts and drifted across my abdomen towards my chest. "Um, careful," I warned her, "my nipples are really sensitive." "Are they?" she breathed into my ear, which almost made me gasp, before she lightly teethed my earlobe. "Oh!" THEN she stroked a nipple. "Ohhhh!" *** 04:50 22 Nov I guess she'd gotten tired of tormenting me, and decided to get on top and try something else, but at that point we both discovered that I was half-hard at best. "I think it's being drunk," I said quickly, because I remembered something like that and because I needed to say, "because you are SO hot, nobody could resist you... And I really want to eat you out." "Not yet," she said, and sat up- "Watch-!" "Oh, right," she said as her head encountered the bottom of the top bunk; though not hard judging by the lack of impact noise. "Hummmm," she verbalized as she wriggled her hips across mine, then down my legs, before she bent down again and started gently tormenting my nipples through the silk. *** 04:56 22 Nov "You know what would be really cool?" I said to her. What would've been cool is if I was completely hard, or if I hadn't had whatever it was tonight drugwise that kept me from getting completely hard, or if she'd wanted me to go down on her. I ALMOST said Jill's name, but that would have been VERY rude, telling tales, but I managed to choke it back. "Um... Masturbate for me," I told her. "What?" she gasped. But she didn't get off - me, that is - so I stroked her bottom with both hands, and said, "Right in front of me." "O-o-oh god," she hiccuped. I moved my hands so my thumbs could caress her mound, near the top. "You would look so hot," I assured her. I'd thought of changing positions, so she could lie down, but she just tenatively stuck a hand into her own crotch and did something that made her gasp and clench her legs as she knelt on my thighs. And try to sit up. "Wat-" "Yeah," she gasped. "Wanna lie down and do it?" "No," she gasped. "Just-" And she sat up again, carefully this time, until she had her head in firm contact with the bottom of the top bunk, then pushed herself against it. I hoped she wouldn't hurt her neck doing that. "Ohhhhh," she breathed, as her fingers did whatever they were doing inside her panties. "Hey, I can't see!" I complained, when I noticed. *** 04:59 22 Nov She was having spasms and moaning, which I thought was nicely erotic, as she sat on top of me - sans panties but still wearing the black nightie - and slowly tormented herself higher and higher. On a related note, I thought I might be hard enough to perform; but I didn't want to disrupt her concentration by mentioning it. Suddenly, she pushed up, then sort of moved her upper body in a half circle until she was now leaning back, while sitting on my thighs, instead of leaning forward, and supporting herself with one arm, and then she really started masking external interrupts. I sat up to get a better view, and... well, got one, as her voice went really high pitched but low volume and her body started to have little convulsions and she clamped her legs together - or tried really hard - and then went completely rigid for quite a long time, except for her one hand, which was flickering really fast. Finally she sagged and let out a huge breath, then started panting; her eyes opened, and she started to look at me again. "Do it again," I suggested, grinning at the thought. "Right now." "What?!" "Do it again. Have another one." I put my hand over hers, and started rubbing her hand against her slit. "Right..." She couldn't finish, apparently because she had to breathe. "Right now." Her vagina rapidly spasmed at least twice and she squeaked after I said that. I looked back up and told her, "That one doesn't count; you have to have a big one." Her eyes flew open. "WHAT?!" "More, more, I want to see you orgasm again. You're so beautiful when you come... I want to see it again, see your face again," which was a lie, as I hadn't been looking at her face the first time, or maybe the second either if she'd actually had two. "Oh, oh," she sort of protested, or something, but her eyes closed and her hand went to work again, except this time I could feel it under my hand. Or it was under my hand until she grabbed my hand with her free one and started pushing my hand into her body parts, MUCH harder than I would've thought, and jerking my hand rapidly. I was getting rather distracted, but I managed to think about wriggling a couple of fingers in her wet, and then slipped one into her slit. I was going to try two fingers, but she spasmed around the one and squeaked some more as her body went rigid again and she stopped breathing. I watched her face this time, and she was... radiant. *** 05:01 22 Nov If it had been me having two or three orgasms like that, I think I would've wanted to lie down for a while and breathe, but I guess that was just me - or maybe me and a couple of other people - because she didn't. She'd twitched and flinched herself around to lying next to me, head on the pillows, and then demanded, "I want you inside of me. Now. Please," she remembered to say. "Now..." I was, in fact, hard enough, and I managed to get rid of the silk shorts and panties and get a condom out and open and on me before she lost control of herself, and shortly thereafter we were officially Doing It. "Ohhhhh," I sighed in relief, because it did feel good, even if she was a little bony and sharp. *** 05:08 22 Nov "Put your finger in my ass!" "What?" "Put your finger in my ass!" she repeated. "Are you-" "Yes! Please!" she begged. I figured she knew what she was asking, so I started to stick it in my mouth, decided that what was coating me and the sheets was a better idea, rubbed my finger in that, and then felt around until I had the right place, and then gently pushed my middle finger in. *Oh, that's why it means 'fuck you',* I realized, moments before I FELT her have an orgasm, on my finger and on my dick, which almost made me come and definitely suggested I stop moving for a few seconds, as she was clamping VERY tightly. When she relaxed and started breathing again, I resumed pushing and pulling finger and dick, and she started quietly squealing and panting at the same time, which was a VERY erotic noise. *** 05:13 22 Nov We were taking a desperately needed rest, and I was considering both having a snort of inhaler - I was sort of stressing my respiratory system tonight - and opening my window to let some of the steam escape. "I think," she started, and then didn't finish. I wasn't going to try demanding she answer; I was still recovering from the last time I'd tried that. *** 05:15 22 Nov "That was incredible," she finally said. I snickered, then got out, "Glad you liked it." "Did you like it?" That made me laugh. "Oh, yeah, I think," I managed to say. I breathed for a while, which was thankfully getting easier, and said, "I think I did, yeah." She idly stroked my back with the hand that was draped over me. Then she started using her fingernails, slowly. "What, more?" I teased, as I started stroking her, gently making my way towards her uppermost breast. Well, uppermost because we were lying on our sides. "Aren't you kind of- Oh, we need to-" "Get rid of that," I agreed. "But kiss me first?" She did. Then she pushed me away and giggled, and I sighed and rolled over to take care of the used condom. Her kissing the back of my neck was a distraction, and one I sort of could've done without, but at least it promised better things to, haha, come. "Oh, and I've got baby wipes in my bag," she mentioned into my hair. "Clean off your finger." "My fin- Oh right." I made SURE I used the 'clean' hand. *** 05:26 22 Nov We'd 'just' been kissing and fondling each other for a while, which was delightful, when I asked her, "Um, so, should I go down on you now?" She stopped kissing and started giggling. *** 05:31 22 Nov "Um... Val? Could..." I waited, then finally said, "Pam, you are going to drive me insane if you keep starting to say something and then stopping." "It's hard!" "It WON'T be hard if you keep stopping like that; it'll go limp." "W- Oh!" Then she giggled. I waited the giggle out, then said, "C'mon, what?" Her hand moved into my groin and started moving pleasantly around, but that didn't answer my question. *** 05:34 22 Nov "Well, I mean, if you want to," I said. "You don't want me to?" "Um, well, I prefer intercourse... but I don't mind if you go down on me." She giggled, and then she laughed, and then she threw herself away from me and facedown into her pillow and laughed and laughed. "OhmiGOD, Pam," I said in the valliest voice I could manage, "you are just unMANning me with laughing like that! And while we were talking about going down on me too! I, I might cry." One eye appeared from the pillow - one wild, wide eye - and then it disappeared as she rolled back and she was screaming harder into the pillow as her body shook with a different sort of convulsion than she'd been having. Heh. I gathered my wits, and then leaned close to her ear and waited for her to slow down. When she did, I breathed, "Are you insinuating I'm not the machismo ideal?" She squealed - I think - and spasmed some more. I waited THAT out, and then began finger-combing her hair away from her nearest ear. "I think," I said, slowly and softly and as femininely as was compatible with the previous two, "that I am going to have to show you exactly how manly I am." I then started torturing her ear with my tongue. After a while of that - she tasted nice back there, like she did everywhere - I asked in the same fashion, "So do you think I'm manly now?" She nodded, her face still in the pillow. I ran a slow hand down her back, trailing fingertips, until I reached her buttocks, which twitched under my fingers. *** 05:41 22 Nov "So manly," she agreed. She was on top of me again, and playing me like a keyboard as she stroked everything from my face to my crotch, in semi-random patterns. I was sort of hoping that my noises were also somewhat random, as I had a slight worry that she'd figure out the fingerings, then make me emit something like 'Yankee Doodle' and then laugh herself to death. "I am, you know," I assured her as I stretched a little and put my hands under my head. "Especially with all your makeup smeared like that," she replied, and then giggled. "YOU did that." "You wanted me to." "I didn't ask you to smear my makeup, I wan-" "You wanted to kiss me!" "YOU wanted me to kiss YOU!" I reminded her. "No, you-" "No it wasn't! It was YOUR idea!" "Aren't you manly?" "What?" She mock-sneered at me. "So you ravished me in your manly fashion..." and then she lost it and had a giggle fit. "Better be careful, or I might ravish you like that again." "Nuh uh!" "That sounds like a definite challenge to my manliness," I mentioned, and removed my hands from where they'd been and grabbed one of hers, brought it to my mouth, and then started fellating one of her fingers. Then I realized, *Whups, wrong way,* and instead put my tongue between her index and middle fingers. "Oh," she said, indicating I thought that she liked it. *** 05:56 22 Nov "No I'M the manly one now," Pam asserted. I looked at her incredulously. Her long hair was undone and hanging down, her breasts were prominent on her chest under the black nightie thing, and she had some makeup still on, I thought - though I'm sure it wouldn't have looked very good in better lighting. I looked, and then I was snickering so hard I couldn't keep my eyes open. "Bitch!" she commented, then grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the pillows next to my head. Then she leaned down, put her weight on her elbows, shifted her feet inside mine, and wedged my legs apart. "Oh!" I thought that was me saying that this time. I was rather surprised, though not unpleasantly. "Now I'M going to ravish YOU," she said, trying for ominous I think because she sounded kind of husky. "Oh..." I snickered some more. "Oh, help! Help me! No! Stop!" I whimpered quietly, and thrashed a little bit. "Oh whatever shall I do! A fate worse than death! Oh mmm-" She cut me off by kissing me, which I suppose was fair. Fair to excellent, actually, haha. But she was still holding my wrists down, and I wanted to touch her. Apparently, though, she didn't want me to. *** 06:11 22 Nov That one had sort of trailed off, once I pried a hand loose and then started caressing her with it. "Um," she said, then started giggling. "Oh not THIS again," I sighed. Then decided to just ignore it, and kiss her neck some more; it had been sadly neglected. *** 06:16 22 Nov "Can I go down on you?" "Well, I-" I remembered where this had gone the last time. "Why do you want to?" I asked instead. "Because," she said, and ran a finger down my chest, then toyed with my flank. I took that as a suggestion/command to move closer, so I pushed against her. "Because I never did," she said. "Wha- Oh. And you want to?" She nodded. "Okay, but... what if I don't, y'know-" "Cum?" "Would that upset you?" 'Cause I wasn't sure if I could, or would. "I don't... No," she said. "Really?" "No, I mean, if you don't like it or whatever, I mean..." She delicately fondled me some more, I think trying to show me that there were other things we could do instead, if the blow job didn't pan out. Not like I needed to be told this, of course. "I mean," I mentioned, "it's not you, or the idea of you doing it, I mean, I just found out I don't like it as much as some other things, you know?" She nodded. *** 06:25 22 Nov "No, you're doing it right... I mean, as far as I know." I was not the world's expert on oral/penis sex, of course. "I just... I miss you, when you're all the way down there." She giggled with my dick in her mouth, which felt odd. *** 06:31 22 Nov I had not orgasmed orally; in fact, I'd gone soft, basically. I wasn't sure if that was from tired or from drugs, or possibly from overuse of a sort. Not that it really mattered. And not that I cared, either. So I was enjoying another Dew - well, sort of; it was room temperature - while sitting up, as Pam cuddled against my side. "Ohhhhh, damnit," I accidentally emitted when I remembered something. "What?" "I have to go to school today, for-" "It's Saturday?" "-to make up the cosmetology hours I missed," I reminded her. "Ohhhhh," she complained, and grabbed me tighter. "Yeah, I KNOW," I replied, and I really did. "Do I have to go with you?" "What? Don't be silly, no. You ca- What I was thinking was, you sleep here until either you wake- I mean, until you want to get up, then call Mike or somebody to come pick you up. Or, you could sleep all day if you wanted, and then I get back sometime after five." "Mm-mmmmmmmm," she said as she shifted positions. That was too cute to ignore, so I bent down - which ached - and kissed her face. *** 06:42 22 Nov I guess Pam had decided - sleepily - to make the most out of the remaining time we had together this morning, and so she'd fondled me and kissed me and things until I was getting hard again, and then asked me if I could stand up. "What?" "See- Get up, I'll show you." I reluctantly got up - I was starting to ache all over - and stood next to the bed. She wriggled herself around until her legs were off, feet planted on the floor and legs spread well apart. The pose could only be called sexual. Or sexual-but-lazy. "See? Like this?" "But then I can't, like, do ANYTHING to you," I said. "Glck-" she choked and then kicked me as she writhed and grabbed a pillow to laugh into. I sighed. *Dames.* I sat down next to her and stroked her bottom. "Like this..." Then I stroked the breast I could reach. "Or this..." *** 06:48 22 Nov I'd gotten her to change her mind - I think - into trying something else I'd never done, intercourse while standing up. The proportions weren't quite right, though, until she made me wear her heels from the night before. This was edging from sexual past kinky into perverse, I realized, as I stepped into them. "You won't tell anyone ab-" "Oh! No! I swear, Val," she said, crossing an 'X' over her chest. "This would be more humiliating than I really need," I pointed out. "I wouldn't do that," she assured me, and then did some stroking to get me to stop thinking about the humiliation aspects and to think about other aspects, like the now-we-hoped proper proportions. *** 07:56 22 Nov "Good morning!" I said to Jennie, as she came over after getting out of a parents' (I guessed) car. She squinted at me and complained, "Why are you so cheerful this morning?" I laughed. *** Everybody, sooner or later, sits down to a banquet of consequences. - -- Robert Louis Stevenson Distribution: No part of this work may be distributed as an original work by another person or group. Permission is given to redistribute this by electronic means, as long as the entirety of the work (from the BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE header to the END PGP SIGNATURE footer) is distributed, and credit is given to the original author, me. And no fee may be charged. Archiving is permitted provided no fee is charged for access. 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