Message-ID: <24515asstr$960268211@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200006051653.KAA64084@skuz.net> From: Thor4u MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Two Families - The Teenage Years" by Thor4u (part 2/2) (inc, rom) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 01:10:12 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Seven By Thor4u After the confrontation with Cassie, Kim and I nervously waited for some sign. Mom, of course, was even more frantic than we were. But nothing happened. We figured that Brenda would give us some indication whether anything had changed. Kim and I talked back and forth each night on the phone about what to do next. I came up with the idea that, since Brenda had vented to me and told me the lawyer was going to be out of town for two weeks, I could approach her as that deadline approached and plead with her not to call the lawyer. I thought her reaction would tell me something. Kim came home that fateful weekend. The lawyer was due to return on Monday from his ski trip. Finally, the moment had arrived when we could wait no more. We alerted Mom to be prepared to rush in and pick up the pieces. I called Brenda with Kim listening on an extension and Mom pacing nervously nearby. Cassie answered the phone. "Oh hi, Jase! How are you?" She sang cheerfully. This was not expected. When I asked for her mother, she happily called "Mommy...it's Jason!" "Hi Jason...to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Brenda asked. She was happy! There was no mistaking it...you could hear it in her voice. "Well, I was just wondering how you were doing...you know...just calling my favorite 'Aunt Brenda' to be sure everything was okay." "Everything is fine, Jason." Brenda answered. I could hear a little teasing in her voice. It sounded wonderful. "But I don't think that's what you really called for, is it sweetie? I think you really called to find out how my sex life is..." "Well...not exactly, but now that you seem so happy about it, how is your sex life, Brenda?" "Never been better! My sex life is just fine, Jase...really. Paul and I have made an amazing turnaround." And then, in a conspiratorial whisper, "Really, Jase...Paul has been a tiger for the last week. Something just happened to him, and he went nuts! I haven't been able to keep him off me for a week! I know Cass had something to do with it -- she must have told him I've been lonely and depressed, but whatever happened, I'm loving it!" This phone conversation went on for a few happy minutes and we said goodbye. It was confirmed the next day when Mom and Brenda went shopping together and Brenda wouldn't shut up about the frequency and quality of the sex she was getting. It was no bullshit...Brenda and Paul were back together. ********** After about another month of marital bliss at Brenda's house, we all really began to relax and get back to normal. But nothing stays normal forever, and my life was no different. One evening Brenda called and spent about 15 minutes on the phone saying the sweetest things about how much I meant to her, how I had helped her through such a tough time, what a trusted friend I was, etc. Just when I began to get a little suspicious and defensive, she laughed and said she wasn't trying to get in my pants. But then she told me the real reason she called. She wanted me to escort Cassie to our school's prom, which was two weeks away. Cassie, a junior, was a member of the prom queen's court and needed a date. But she didn't have a date, and didn't think she could ask anyone without them getting the wrong idea. Brenda said she was sure Cass was still a virgin, and was scared of boys generally but felt safe with me. I almost laughed out loud, but I stifled myself. I wasn't planning to go to the prom, being a sophomore. But, in this invitation, I saw an opportunity to help Cassie out (which I wanted to do since she had done the right thing for Brenda somehow) and also quiet some of the "what the hell is wrong with you that you don't date" talk from my friends. They all considered Cassie hot as hell, but untouchable. So I said yes, as long as everybody understood that I was escorting a member of the court to the prom, not asking Cassie out on a date. I specifically stipulated that it would be a one-time occurrence. Brenda agreed and put Cass on the phone. We talked awkwardly, but she was very happy with the agreement. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend at all, but was also under "why don't you date" pressure from her friends. So it was agreed. I called Kim immediately and told her of the agreement. The bad cop was not pleased and I got my ass royally chewed. But it was too late to do anything about it. I had agreed and I couldn't back out now. We changed the subject and talked about Kim/Jason things, but there was a chill over thing between us until Kim came home that weekend. Kim and I had a normal weekend. We fought over the "date" with Cassie, but we made up and I think I pretty well convinced Kim that it would be strictly platonic. I promised to be home by 1 AM, and resented making that promise as soon as I said it. Kim said that wasn't necessary, but she said it in a way that let me know that she would be there waiting and expected me to be on time. Kim and I were still friends and lovers, but there was tension evident all weekend. During the week leading to the prom, Kim acted like a bitch. There was a point during that week when I almost said this just isn't worth it and canceled the date with Cassie. I hate to fight with Kim...about anything. But the more I thought about it, the more I believed this was an issue to fight about. This was a harmless thing and Kim was behaving like a selfish, spoiled brat. I was surprised by her reaction. On Monday, she made the usual after dinner/ before studying call, but it was short and not very close. The brevity of the call was not unusual for a Monday when we had been together all weekend, but the distance between us was certainly unusual. She didn't call at all to say goodnight. Finally, I called her about 1 AM to say goodnight. She said she had still been studying, but I could tell from her voice that I woke her up. On Tuesday, she didn't call at all. I called her about 10 PM, chatted for a few minutes and then said goodnight. On Wednesday, Kim didn't call and neither did I. On Thursday, I went to the library to work on a term paper for school and stayed until it closed at 10 PM. I timed that trip perfectly, Kim called just after I left and again a half-hour before I came home. I didn't return either call. On Friday, having not spoken to Kim since Tuesday, I had no idea whether she was coming home for the weekend or not. She didn't show up on Friday afternoon, despite the fact that her last class ended at 12:45 PM and it was only a little over an hour drive to our house. Kim finally showed up about 11 AM on Saturday morning. Jack and I were out picking up my tux when she arrived. Both Jack and Mom knew there was a big conflict going on between Kim and I, but neither ever mentioned it. Kim was sitting down by the pool, talking to Mom when I got home. As soon as Mom saw we were home, she came running to the house to marvel at my tux and babble about how handsome I was going to look. Kim stayed at the pool and neither Mom nor Jack suggested that I go talk to her. I didn't. I avoided Kim the rest of the afternoon, which is not easy to do when you're in the same house, but she was avoiding me too, so we pulled it off. I loved Kim with all my heart, but I was not going to be the one to yield this time. I had no intention of breaking up with Kim, but I was tired of being treated like a kid. I dressed in my room with Mom's expert help. Kim was never mentioned. Mom took special care with my hair, just like she had on the cruise ship, and pronounced me the most handsome man in the world when she was finished. It was almost time to go when she sat me down for a serious talk. "Jason, you look very handsome. I'm so proud of what a fine young man you have grown into. You are really going to be a great catch for some lucky woman some day," Mom began. "I've already been caught, Mom," I corrected her, reminding her that I loved Kim deeply without starting a discussion about our conflict. "Hooked maybe, but you haven't been landed yet, tiger! But that's not my point," Mom continued. "I don't want to interfere in your life, but I reserve the right to butt in if I think there is something that needs to be said. And something needs to be said right now. It's not about Kim." I was relieved to hear that! "Your date tonight is not some sweet high school girl. She is a piranha, Jase," Mom continued. "She is a devious, conniving, manipulative little slut. Don't you ever forget that." "I won't Mom, but don't you forget either -- whatever her transgressions -- Cassie is the one who somehow got Brenda and Paul back together." "I know that, honey...but she is also the one who almost ruined their family. She is the one who was having sex with her father, Jase!" There was no good way to say this, so I just said it as gently as I could, "Just like you and me, Mom. Just like you and me." "JASON!" Mom exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "That was completely different! That was an accident. It never happened again, and it never will, so help me God! It is NOT the same thing." "Do you regret it, Mom?" "Yes! No! Aw shit, Jase, I don't know! I don't think I would trade that afternoon for anything, but it was a terrible mistake and it could have ruined OUR family. Don't you see that?" "Of course I do, Mom. I loved that afternoon. I'll always treasure it, and I'll never tell anyone about it. It is our sacred secret. But I also realize it was wrong -- not just legally wrong, but emotionally wrong for you and me. I never want to do that again...although I must admit it was absolutely wonderful. "But don't you see?" I continued, "Cassie and Paul are not that different from us. We (really you) just had enough sense to immediately recognize how dangerous it was and put a stop to it. They didn't. They got carried away, and probably wouldn't have stopped until they destroyed everything they had. But it's a difference of degree, Mom...not a difference of kind. All I'm saying is let's don't be too eager to call the kettle black. Paul, Brenda, and Cassie -- warts and all -- have been our friends for a long time, and they will be for a long time in the future. We need to let them start over without us being judgmental." When I finished my little sermon, Mom was beaming. "Oh Jason...you make me so proud! You are getting so mature, and so wise. You're right, of course. We need to support them, not judge them. But Jase...remember...Cassie is still a little snake. Watch yourself. Don't let her put you in a situation where you could get hurt. Please." I agreed. Then it was time to go. As I walked through the house for Mom to drive me over to Cassie's house, Kim was waiting for me in the living room. We hadn't spoken since Tuesday. "Wow! Look at this stud!" Kim laughed. She was trying to take the edge off. "Jase, you look very, VERY handsome!" "Thanks Kim," I said. "Have a great time, Jase...really." Kim said. She was being sincere, but I could see the worry in her eyes. She wasn't mad anymore...she was scared! "Thanks...I'll see you when I get home," I said, marveling at my clever parsing of words. That reply could have meant almost anything. (I love you and want to make love to you. If you're still up when I get home, we can have a good fight...asshole. I'm getting laid tonight and won't be home until sunup, but we can talk tomorrow afternoon.) It could mean anything. "Good, Jase." Kim replied, with a sly smile on her face. Ooops...the future lawyer could parse a phrase too. What the hell did that mean? (Bring it on? Kiss my ass?) Who knows? Kim gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, and Mom and I left. THE PROM Mom dropped me off at Cassie's house. There was the usual uproar as Mom proudly displayed her handsome son like a lamb being led to the slaughter, and Brenda fussed over me too much, hugging me tightly, almost suggestively. I think Brenda might have done me right on the spot. Then Cass came out, and she was absolutely lovely. We posed for the obligatory pictures, endured all the bad jokes, and then left. Cass drove her Dad's car, a big Cadillac. I noted apprehensively that there was enough room in the back seat for a gang bang, but Cass quickly ended any speculation along those lines. "Jason...I want to get something straight. You are my escort, like we agreed...not a date. We are going to dance and have a good time, but we are not going to make out, and we are definitely NOT going to have any kind of sex. Agree?" "Yep...I wrote that contract, remember?" I responded. "Good!" Cass slapped me on the knee as she drove. "Then let's go have some fun, stud!" And we did. You have to remember that Cass and I had known each other almost from infancy. We live not far apart and went to kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and high school together. In addition, our parents are best friends and our two families have been inseparable for as long as I can remember. Cassie was an airhead, and I had always been the "little kid" to her, but we still liked each other. We had always been friends, despite our differences. So, the trauma we had recently been through notwithstanding, we knew each other very well and were very comfortable with each other. Within the limits we had set for the evening, we trusted each other completely. With the normal pressure of will we/won't we relieved by our "contract," Cass and I just relaxed and had a good time. I take that back -- we had a GREAT time. We sat at a table with the other members of the Prom Queen's Court, including the beautiful lady herself. All of the court members wore identical formal gowns, and those gowns were selected to be pretty, but not to upstage the queen. The queen really was a beautiful girl, and her spectacular dress made her the focus of the entire evening. She was going away to college at Florida State in a few weeks, and this was her last glorious evening as a kid. But the loveliest, most poised, most vivacious, and happiest young woman at the table was Cassie. I was amazed, and frankly, dazzled. We made a good-looking couple, and with the pressure off, we were both at-ease, witty, and fun-loving. We talked and joked and laughed all night. We also danced until we almost dropped. As you may remember, on the cruise Cass, Kim and I had spent a lot of time in the ship's disco early in the trip. And Cass and I had danced quite a bit then, but only to fast songs. Cass is a very good dancer, and I was used to dancing with her, so we had a good time at the prom. A lot of the other kids were surprised at the way we danced more at me than Cass, I guess. We really rocked. But slow songs were another matter. As you know, Cass didn't date. And really, most of the slow dancing she had done was the drunken bump-and-grind with her father on the cruise ship. Cassie didn't really know how to dance slow. All she knew was to put both of her arms around the guy's neck and hang on. Which was not so bad, mind you. You see, I was 6'1", even at 15, and Cass was only about 5'4", so she had to stand on her tip-toes to get her arms around my neck. She literally just hung there, and that pressed her delicious little body tightly into mine. Cass is not big-busted like her mother, so there was nothing in the way to create separation between our bodies. She stuck to me like glue. ******* As they danced that evening, Cassie was surprised by how different it felt dancing with Jason, compared to her father. For one thing, Jason was a full five inches taller than her dad, so she really had to stretch out just to get her arms around his neck. But she immediately noticed another difference -- where her father had been flabby and soft, Jason (almost 30 years younger and very athletic) was solid muscle. She could feel his physical strength, even though he wasn't squeezing her tight. And when they bumped other couples on the dance floor, Jason didn't stumble like her dad. The other couple bounced off like they had run into a stone pillar. But the main thing Cassie noticed -- Cassie being Cassie, and all -- was Jason's cock. It popped up the very first time they danced slow...and it felt wonderful! The locker room stories Cass had heard and spread were true! Jason was really hung! As the evening wore on, the band played fewer and fewer rock songs and more and more ballads. So Jason and Cassie danced close together almost every dance. Cass didn't come on to Jason, and neither did he, but they both expressed how nice the other's body felt. Cass even told Jason his cock felt wonderful against her crotch, and that he had a "nice package." They joked suggestively, but it was all in good fun. There was a lot of closeness and pressing, but no humping on the dance floor. ********* After the very first slow dance I realized why rented tuxes have those ugly, baggy pants! It's to hide your hardon when you dance with a babe like Cassie! I was rock-hard all night. After the first few dances, my big cock never relaxed. It stayed hard so long, it was aching by the time we left the prom. But we were both cool about it. Cassie complimented me, and we joked around about how good things felt, but we behaved. When we pulled out of the parking lot of the hotel, a little after 11:30 PM, Cassie asked what I wanted to do. Most of the kids were going over to the beach for all- night parties, either on the beach itself or in beachfront hotels. We had already decided we were not going to join those drunken, druggy orgies. "I don't know, Cass...I thought we were just going home," I said. "We can do that, if that's what you want, Jase," Cassie replied. "But while I was dancing with you, and feeling that big lump between my legs, I was thinking about our 'contract.'" You know, Gentle Reader...piranhas are small but vicious fish. They usually hunt in large schools, and a big school can supposedly strip all the flesh off a cow in a matter of seconds. But even a lone piranha can be very dangerous. They have dozens of razor-sharp teeth. They are silent, but fast, powerful swimmers. In a school, they churn the water to a bloody froth. But even one can stir the water. I saw ripples. "What do you mean, Cass?" I asked, acting dumb (with great skill, I might add). "Do you want to go someplace quite for awhile, Jase? Do you want to fuck me? I'd love to suck you and fuck you tonight...you made me so horny on that frigging dance floor!" "No. Sorry, Cass. I really don't." I replied. She must think I'm nuts, or queer, or something, I thought. "What the hell is the matter with you, Jason? I'm a hell of a hot little woman tonight, you've even said so yourself! Are you afraid of sex? I know you're a virgin, Jase, but shit, we all have to start sometime! I won't bite you!" "I'm not afraid of sex, Cassie. I just don't want to have sex with you," I said, trying not to make it sound any worse than it was. I thought about mentioning her dad, but held that in reserve. We had enjoyed a very nice evening together; I didn't want to ruin it. "Okay, Jase..." Cassie sighed. "But you don't know what you're missing...this is prime stuff over here, babe. If you change your mind -- tonight, or ever -- you let me know." "Okay, I will." I said with relief. "And Jase...?" "Yes?" "I had a really wonderful, wonderful time! Thank you so much!" Cassie flashed me a broad, honestly happy smile. She was disappointed, but she was still happy with her first prom. "Any time, Cass. I had a really great time too." Cass headed the big Cadillac toward my house. As we turned down my street, she asked me one last time if I had changed my mind. I said no. Cass walked me to the door, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and then drove home. ******** When Cassie returned home a little after midnight, she found her father watching TV in the family room. Brenda was asleep upstairs, exhausted from the effort of getting Cassie ready for the prom and then fucking Paul for three solid hours after she left. "Hi sweetheart. You're home early...is everything okay?" "Hi Dad! Yes...we had a really, really great time. Jason was so fun! We danced until we couldn't dance any more." "Is that a touch of romance I feel in the air?" Paul asked happily. "No. Just good friends. That's all either one of us wants." Cassie replied. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time, honey. I was just headed to bed. Are you ready to go up, or do you want to talk for a while." "No, actually Daddy, I want to fuck for awhile. Jason has a cock like a telephone pole and he made me so wet, I just have to have some good Daddy-lovin!" "Ummm...we'll have to be quiet...don't want to wake Mommy up. And your mother and I had quite a session already tonight, I'm not sure how much good I'll be to you." "Well, Daddy...if your sweet cock is tired, you can always lick me! You know how I love that!" So Cassie, the sweet, sexy little 16 year-old slut, laid down on the family room couch, still in her gown in case Brenda woke up unexpectedly, and her loving father happily lapped her juicy cunt for about ten minutes. Paul was slow and deliberate, just the way Cassie liked to be eaten. She really was hot -- Thank you, Jason! -- and it was some of the best pussy Paul had ever eaten. Right before he made her explode, Paul lifted up, lifted his index finger to his lips and made the "shh" gesture to remind her not to cry out. Cassie nodded and winked. Then Paul returned to her eager pussy and sucked her swollen clit until his lovely daughter erupted in a big orgasm. By the time Cassie came, Paul was not tired any more. He let her regain her breath and then lowered himself on her and slid his average-sized dick into her now sloppy-wet pussy. They fucked, easy and hard, for about an hour. Cassie climaxed twice more -- once small, and the last one huge as Paul pounded her hot pussy doggy-style. Paul didn't cum. He was saving it. "Come here, pumpkin...blow Daddy," Paul whispered. And she did. Cassie was developing into one of the finest cocksuckers Paul had ever known. Only Brenda could compare, and it was really a tossup between the two. No matter how much sex Paul had in a particular day (and he was getting a bunch of sex now!), either one of them could always make him cum by sucking him off. They were both absolutely incredible! So Cassie quietly sucked her father's cock while her mother slept upstairs. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Cassie had manipulated her big crisis so that she could have her Daddy and eat him too. *********** When I let myself in the house, I saw the light on in the family room. I walked in and found Kim reading a book. She was wearing a house robe that she sometimes wore when she was just hanging out alone. "Hi Jase." Kim said quietly. "Hi." (We always have stimulating repartee like this when we're fighting.) "Did you have a good time?" "No...I had a great time!" I answered. "Good...but you're home pretty early," Kim said. It was almost a question. "Well, that was the plan, you know. But in addition, we just danced ourselves to exhaustion. We didn't want to join any of the beach craziness, so we just came home," I explained. "Hmmm. Well, you could have at least invited Cassie in for a Coke or a piece of pie or something. That would have been the polite thing to do." "Yeah...I could have, but I didn't," I said nonchantlantly. I had no intention of revealing Cassie's proposed amendment to the "contract." "Oh well...so...what do you want to do now?" Kim asked. Her eyes were sad, despite the fact that she was happy I had come home so early. "I don't know," I answered. "Wanna get married?" "Sure," Kim grinned, "but not tonight. I want a BIG damn wedding, one that will take a year to plan, at least!." All of a sudden, this wasn't word play anymore. Neither of us had ever thought about marriage before. We had never mentioned the word. "I'm serious, Kim," I said. "So am I, Ellbee...I want a big damn wedding!" The future lawyer could have been parsing words again, but I knew she wasn't. I knew exactly what she meant. Kim stood up and walked over to me. As she walked, she shed the simple, ordinary robe she was wearing. Under the robe was the sexiest, most provocative negligee I had ever seen. I'm not going to try to describe it, because it was just indescribable. It took my breath away. "Before the wedding, though...I think we need to get Kimmy and Ellbee back," Kim said softly. "Oh...they're back. They've never been away. This has just been a speed-bump on the road of life." I mused philosophically. "Oh...you mean like a hemmroid in a faggots ass? It itches and it hurts, but it's not what you really need to worry about? Is that what you mean?" Kim was laughing for the first time in a week. "Oh you silver-tongued devil! You really should go to law school! You are an absolute natural with the English language!" "Oh yeah? Wanna hear it en Espanol? Maria has been coaching me!" "Naw, spare me. Please!" As we laughed at each other, I grabbed my sexy sister and pulled her tight against me. Kim looked in the mirror on the family room wall and said, "Damn Ellbee! Look at us! You all spiffy and handsome, looking like a million dollars in your tux...and me looking like a $20 whore in this negligee!" "Hey! Don't talk like that about the woman I love! You don't look like a $20 whore! You look like a $1,000 whore!" We both started to laugh as we hugged and looked at the ridiculous scene in the mirror. "You know, big boy, you can get a lot of lovin' for a thousand bucks?" Kim teased. "I wouldn't know -- I never pay for pussy," I said gallantly, telling man's universal lie. "Well you should try it sometime...us whores have some serious skills, babe!" "Can I owe you?" I teased. "You mean do me now and pay me later? Sure honey...that's us whore's big plan! You think you never pay for pussy, but the truth is, you pay for it for a lifetime." Kim giggled. "A lifetime sounds like a bargain to me..." I said. "Oh...so you like my little outfit, then?" Kim teased. "Yes, but that's not what I was talking about. I meant a lifetime with you sounds pretty palatable." I answered honestly. "Palatable?? Palatable, Ellbee? When did you start using words like 'palatable?'" Kim chided. "Talk about silver-tongued devils! By the way, smart ass...do you know what that word means?" "Yes...it means tasty, delicious...just like you look." I answered. "Good! Let's try another one -- edible...e-d-i-b-l-e...edible. Define that and use it in a sentence, smarty-pants." "It means...uh...edible. It means you can eat it, digestible. Use it in a sentence...lemme see," I stalled trying to think of the perfect sentence. "Okay...here goes...tell me if this sounds 'palatable.' Edible -- I never edible...or even a whole cow...but I love to eat your pussy... and I want to eat it now!" "HA!!!" Kim laughed. "That's PERFECT!!!" Then she pulled back from me and pulled the tiny thong away to display her shaven snatch. "Is this the gourmet delight of which you speak, my love?" "Yes it is, my dear!" "Well, that's very sweet of you, sailor, but how do I know you really UNDERSTAND the meaning of that word. Anybody can memorize a definition and make up a funny sentence." Kim teased. "Well...I've eaten you many times before, my sweet. Don't you remember?" I was taunting her big-time now. "Remember that first night after Mom and Jack came home from St. Augustine when Jack first found out about us? Remember how wet and juicy you were...how I just tasted you for about five minutes before I even stuck my tongue inside you? Remember how I licked you so slowly...and then sucked your little clitty until you cried big crocodile tears as you climaxed? Don't you remember, Kimmy?" "Don't tease me, donkey-dick!!! Put up or shut up!!! Either you eat me right now or I'm gonna suck your big cock off! Pick your poison!" Kim laughed. I dropped to my knees, moved the thong out of the way, and gave Kim a sweet probing lick, from the bottom of her vagina up to her clit -- just to signal my selection. Then I took my beautiful sister -- the love of my life -- in my arms and carried her into "our" room. We stayed there all night and all day Sunday. We finally came out for dinner on Sunday with our relieved, happy, and envious parents. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Eight By Thor4u Soon the school year was over and Kim was home for the summer. As we looked back on this last few months, we were thankful for how different they had been from the semester at "Bama." We had a serious disagreement over the prom date with Cassie, sure -- but it had been a much easier time overall. Kim was planning to go to Miami, to visit Maria Garcia, over Fourth of July weekend. I had not been invited, for obvious reasons. But other than that, we had no plans for the summer. Well, actually...we did have one special event in mind, but we hadn't made any real plans for it. Our "Anniversary!" We wanted to do something special, but our situation really limited us. We couldn't just go off to a hotel somewhere -- we were brother and sister! And we couldn't even go out to a nice dinner in Jacksonville, either. But, as usual...Mom to the rescue! Mom and Jack took us out to a beautiful dinner at a waterfront seafood restaurant. The food was great, and the company was better. The best thing about the evening, though, was the love and support of our parents. They had accepted and acknowledged our love before -- but this anniversary dinner was another concrete reminder that they would always be there when we needed them. ********** VIVA AMERICA!!!!!! Kim drove to Miami on Friday, July 2nd . The trip was a lot longer alone than it had been in that van full of excited cruisers (and one asshole) last summer. But Maria's directions were very easy to follow. "Stay on I-95, 'Chica,' until you come to the big sign that says 'Miami Beach.' Take that exit to the left and you will go over a bridge, right next to the cruise ships. (Kim remembered seeing that causeway from the cruise ship). Look for the sign on the left that says 'Star Island.' Take that road. If you go into Miami Beach, you went too far. Once you get on the island, take the first road to your right. We're the fourth house on the right. It's Number 4 Star Island Drive. You can't miss it." The directions were easy to follow, but the destination was not what Kim had expected! Actually, when she thought about it later, she didn't actually have any expectations. But if she had imagined where Maria lived, she never would have guessed this! Not that Maria is a peasant or anything, she always dressed beautifully, but not flashy. And she always seemed to have enough money to get by, but she never made a show of it. She had a Beemer, but it was a couple of years old. And she had a lot of poise, a very classy woman...but she wasn't ostentatious. Imagine then, Gentle Reader, Kim's surprise as she gave her name to the armed (yes, I said armed!) guard at the gate of Number 4 Star Island Drive. And imagine her shock when he immediately recognized it and allowed her access. Imagine the wonder (tinged with a little fear) as she drove up the gracefully curving drive, through the manicured lawns, alongside the perfect gardens, toward the enormous three-story mansion! By the time Maria ran out into the drive, beaming with excitement at seeing her 'hermana' (sister), Kim's heart was pounding so hard she almost ran Maria down. When Kim got out of the car, Maria smothered her with a huge hug. This was not a Cuban "embrazzo," this was a big-time I-love-you-girl hug. They laughed and Kim playfully chided Maria for not telling her anything about her house. Maria joked back that her family actually lived in the servants quarters in the rear, but she was obviously kidding. "Don't worry, Chica! Just plain folks live here. They put their pants on the same way you do." "Yeah...maybe. But their pants are Gucci and Versace, not Guess like mine!" Kim answered. "In some cases, that will be true. But you know what? Most of them will look at you and ask why their expensive pants don't look like yours do on your cute little Gringa butt! So don't be intimidated." "As a matter of fact, don't even be impressed," Maria continued. "A lot of the people you will meet this weekend don't have a pot to pee in, Kimmy. But they are 'La Familia' and they will be here to celebrate the birthday of this wonderful country of ours." ("...this wonderful country of ours." It was strange to hear someone talk so easily, and so sincerely, about their love for their country as Maria just did, and it distracted Kim for a second.) Maria continued, "And keep in mind that the poor relatives -- to us -- are just as important and just as welcome as the rich ones. More so, actually, than some of the rich ones. So relax, cutie...you are gonna be the toast of Miami!" Kim did actually feel a little better. At least until they walked into the expansive marble foyer, with the door held open by the bellman. There were two men in the foyer. The older, stout Cuban gentleman was showing the younger, taller man with the English (no, not quite English...Australian maybe) accent out. They were talking about some kind of lawn problem and what to do about it. Kim thought the taller man looked a little familiar. He was tall, thin, balding, wore wire-rimmed glasses over kind, warm eyes, and he had pronounced buck teeth. But, he was wearing old jeans and a dirty shirt, and from the conversation, Kim figured he was probably just a gardener or landscape person. The men exchanged "embrazzos," (the Cuban hug that says both hello and goodbye), and walked toward Maria and Kim. Then -- just as Maria sang out, "Hey Morris...come here, Baby! She's here, I want to introduce you!" -- it hit Kim! Holy shit! Holy shit! That's no damn gardener...that's Maurice Gibb of the frigging BeeGees! No wonder he looked familiar! "Morris, this is my 'hermana' Kim Martone. And when I call her my sister, Mister G., you know to be good! Kim, this is our next door neighbor, Maurice Gibb." Kim struggled to keep from fainting, or just standing there with her mouth hanging open. "Hello, Mister Gibb...I...It's wonderful to meet you...uh...I love your music!" Gawd, how lame! "Enchanted, Miss Kimberly. My word, Maria, she is INDEED as lovely as you described. I don't know if I can handle all this beauty under one roof!" Maurice was flattered by Kim's nervousness, although he was used to it by now, and he smiled warmly. Then he spoke again, "Might I offer you a little advice, lovely vision?" "Yes, of course, gallant Sir." Kim had recovered somewhat, and she liked this warm man. "Walk with me, then..." Maurice put his hand on Kim's shoulder and walked her back outside to a splendid view of the sweeping front yard. There was nothing forward in his touch, just kindness. "The first thing you have to do in a setting like this is...get over it. You will meet some famous people, no doubt, this weekend...and some very rich ones who are not famous. Remember something: they fall into two categories. "Some of them are like me, they started out with nothing, were lucky or good or both and they ended up wealthy by some standards. By other standards, we are paupers -- there is always somebody who has a thousand times more of everything than we have. And in the end, when we die, we will once again have nothing. "The other group started out rich. They got it from their parents, and most of them have devoted their lives to squandering their inheritance. Unfortunately for us all, most of these boors have too damn much money, and they can't possibly piss it all away in one lifetime. More's the pity. "But, lest you cower in fear...remember this. All of us - myself included - will spend the whole weekend ENVYING YOU! We will envy your youth, and your energy, and your beauty. WE will be wishing we had what you have! So relax and enjoy the weekend. "Another thing, Kim. Your friend Maria is rather something special, and if she has dubbed you her 'hermana,' you must be very, very special as well. We've all heard so much about you! 'La Familia' has been beside themselves all week in anticipation of your arrival. They are wonderful people, Kim... just concentrate on the inner people and ignore the wealth some of them have. You'll like the real people inside more anyway. I know this is a shock and you are nervous, but believe me...they are just as nervous as you are. They've never had an Anglo member of the family before!" "What about you, Maurice?" Kim asked. "Oh no! I'm a neighbor and friend, but I'm not family. Family is a whole different thing with these people, believe me! " "Will you be around this weekend, Maurice? I know you're leaving now, but I'd love to talk to you more." "Alas, no. We have a concert in Atlanta on the Fourth, so we'll be leaving soon. But there will be other times. Enjoy yourself." "Thanks, Maurice...bye." Kim said, as he walked away. Stunned, but a little more confident, Kim strode back to the door. She was just reaching for the handle when the door opened magically. The bellman looked her in the eye and gave her an almost imperceptible head-shake, as if to say, "Don't do that...it's my job." But his smile was very warm (he was just trying to cue her to the local rules), and the smile became broad and happy when Kim thanked him elegantly in Spanish. Back inside, Kim was immediately introduced to Octavio Garcia, Maria's father and the undisputed head of "La Familia Garcia." Octavio gave her a warm embrazzo and welcomed her to his house. He said, "Mi casa, su casa," which is a typical Spanish welcome (My house is your house), but his eyes told Kim that he really meant it. Maria showed Kim to her room and from there the rest of the weekend was one big blur. The family -- big and little, old and young, wealthy and poor -- was wonderful. Kim felt like she must have passed some kind of test, because she had never felt so welcome. The family was especially excited to see how good Kim's Spanish was, and many of them took time to teach her their favorite "Cubonics" phrases. Several things stood out this weekend. The first was the incredible closeness of this huge family. There were more than 400 family members at the big barbeque on the 4th of July, but they were all close friends! Another thing was that these were tremendously proud people. Most of them had come to America with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They didn't speak English...and some of them still don't. They had no homes. They had no jobs. But they had three things. They had a blind faith in the American dream...they had the willingness to work hard, twenty-fours a day if necessary...and they had their family. They had made it, and many of them had made it in a big, big way. They were intensely proud of that - not only of their individual success, but also of the collective accomplishments of La Familia. (And they had zero tolerance for anyone not willing to work as hard as they did.) The third striking fact, not so surprising in light of the second, was that they were fiercely patriotic people. They were fiercely patriotic Cubans, certainly, and many longed for the day when they could return to their homeland. But more than that, they were almost-rabid American patriots. America had been very good to them, and in their view, could do no wrong. Any one of them would have given their life in an instant if the situation called for it. Kim and her family were good Americans too, but she had never seen such nationalistic fervor as she felt this weekend. For Kim, the Fourth of July was a long weekend in the middle of the summer, with watermelon and fireworks. To La Familia Garcia, it was almost a religious holiday rivaling Christmas or Easter! Kim also dispelled some myths she had heard that weekend. One of them was that Cubans were cliquish and rude. Kim found just the opposite to be true. She found them to be almost uncomfortably open and warm. It took some getting used to. Every minor occasion called for an embrazzo, and every ninth cousin said hello for thirty seconds and then spent two hours pouring her heart out to you! They couldn't wait to open up and get close. Maurice had been right -- wonderful people. Oh...and did we mention party? Oh my God! These people invented "party!" The favorite memory Kim carried back home from Miami was the big, BIG party on the Fourth. There were more than 400 people in attendance, there was food and drink everywhere, there was music by a big Latin orchestra, there was dancing, and late in the evening there was a spectacular fireworks show that stopped traffic on the causeway to the beach. Within the party, there were two very exciting moments -- dancing with Maria's Tony, and then watching Maria dance with Tony. Every Latin male over the age of 3 is the greatest salsa dancer in the world...at least in his own mind. Tony was no different. The difference with Tony was that 1) he was gorgeous, much nicer looking than his picture on Maria's desk in Gainesville indicated, and 2) he really WAS an exceptional dancer. After several drinks, Maria made it her mission to get Tony to teach Kim the Lambada. (You dance the Lambada, right Gentle Reader?). The Lambada is not a Cuban dance -- it's Brazilian, and it's incredibly hot. *********** But first a salsa lesson. In most Spanish dancing, the couple stands very erect, several feet apart. A very formal ballroom dancing position is assumed. The upper body is held very stiff... tall and proud. The only body parts touching are the hands (man's left arm at a 90 degree angle to the floor holding woman's right hand, man's right hand in the small of the woman's back to steer her, woman's left hand on the man's shoulder gently to provide resistance for steering purposes). This stance is called the "frame," and it is as rigid as a wood picture frame. From the waist up, nothing moves. From the waist down, everything moves, usually in several directions at once. The man is very much in charge, and he sorta drives the woman around the dance floor. There is nothing particularly romantic about salsa, it's more of a show-off thing. There are a number of basic steps, but they all follow a 1-2-3-Pause pattern. (Bear in mind that this is a FAST song -- the tempo of a rock song, or faster -- so these movements are quick!) It's pretty difficult, even for Latins with this stuff in their blood. The Lambada follows the salsa 1-2-3 pattern, but instead of a pause for the fourth count, you do a "fly." It works like this. You wag your ass left-right-left, and your weight is now all on your left foot. Then, on four, you "fly" your right foot out to your right side, still keeping your weight on your left foot. What that "fly" does is actually quite interesting. It causes you to bend at the knees slightly, lowering yourself a couple of inches, and the wag back to the right and then back to the left, that accompanies the "fly" is an exaggerated ass wag. Actually, because of the fly, its almost a circular ass-wag. You wag completely back into place with your weight still on the left foot. So you get wag-wag-wag-BIG WAG. One, two, three, wheeeee! Your partner does the same, except that it is their left foot and they are creating a mirror image of your movement. So the couple sways gracefully together. Confused? Well, at least you know that there is a lot of fast ass-wagging going on, right? Okay. Now...take those two bodies that were 18-24 inches apart in the salsa, and press them together as tight as two human bodies can fit. I'm talking Elmer's Glue tight here! Now do one, two, three, whee! Real fast! What that gives you is rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP; rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP; rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP! Gringos (male Anglos) have been known to "lose it" while trying the Lambada for the first time, especially with an experienced Latina instructor who is intentionally trying to make them cum. Great! That's the Lambada. I'm not sure what Lambada means in Portugese (Brazilians speak Portugese, not Spanish), but it may be "fucking on the dance floor." ********* First Tony taught Kim the Meringue...a simple 1-2 asswag. Easy, nothing to it. Then he tried to teach her the salsa, but she couldn't get it. It was too clumsy. But, surprisingly, she got the Lambada pretty well. (It was just syncopated ass- wagging, after all.) Well enough, in fact to draw applause from La Familia. Of course, Tony was on his best behavior and wasn't really squeezing Kim any harder than he had to in order to maintain their balance. Then Kim danced with Jorge (pronounced Hor-hay, Spanish for George), Maria's older brother. Jorge had consumed one or two too many mojitos, and was drunk. But he was quite a good dancer. Not as good as Tony, but good enough that Kim could stay with him. Jorge got a hardon he was real proud of (although after Elbee, Kim wasn't impressed), and he started really grinding it into Kim on the whee! part. Twice with that was enough, and Kim made it a habit of stumbling on 3, to avoid the whee! Kim's dilemma did not go unnoticed. When the song ended, Maria walked up and hugged Kim, told her that she was very graceful and tactful -- and then dragged her big brother from the room by his ear, in front of 400 laughing members of La Familia. Many of the fine young men of La Familia danced with Kim that night, but they all minded their manners from that point on. Late in the evening, Maria went up to the band leader and requested another Lambada. This one was special, and everyone there had been waiting for this dance. This was Maria and Antonio's Lambada! With a shout of "Ayyyyyy! Lambada!" the drum beat started. Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! As the rest of the instruments started, Kim looked around the dance floor. No one was coming out on the floor. Then she saw Maria at one corner of the dance floor. She spotted Tony at the other corner. In perfect time with the music, Maria and Tony slithered toward each other in a winding pattern across the dance floor. Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! One, two, three, fly! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! One, two, three, fly. Tony's movements were subtle -- little steps, modest hip movement. Rat-tat-tat- BOOM! One, two, three, fly. Maria's were more pronounced right from the start, and by the time she reached Tony at the middle of the dance floor, she was gyrating wildly. You have never seen a hula dancer move like Maria was moving. Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE! Maria's outfit accentuated the grace of her movements. She had on the tightest imaginable black silk slacks -- Kim had to help her get into them before the party and it took 10 minutes. Maria's midriff was bare, and she wore a skimpy and thin cobalt blue blouse, tied in front. The outfit was topped off (or bottomed out actually) by a pair of 5-inch cobalt blue spike heels. With her glistening coal-black hair and olive skin, she was spectacular. Maria and Tony circled each other in the middle of the dance floor like two wary prize-fighters. They still had not touched. But now, Maria's gyrations became really exaggerated...and as they did, Tony widened his out to match her exactly as they circled. Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE! They were staring intently into each other's eyes, ignoring the cheering crowd. They heard nothing but the music, saw nothing but each other's eyes. They sensed, more than saw, each other's movements. They were like two caged animals as they swayed and circled. Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE! Then, suddenly -- still swaying wildly -- Maria flung herself into Tony's arms. They never missed a fraction of a beat. Their bodies were pressed tightly together and they just flowed as one. But if you looked at their faces, you knew they were two different people. They were glaring at each other, making each pelvic swish more pronounced. Maria bit her lower lip -- she was really working Tony's cock over, and she was getting equal treatment in return. Tony's nostrils flared. Then, incredibly, the band almost doubled the pace. They picked the beat up so quickly Kim was afraid Maria and Tony would lose the beat. No chance...not even close. They clung to each other and swooped all over the dance floor -- rub, rub, rub, HUMP! Rub, rub, rub, HUMP! The pace of the music continued to quicken for another minute or so, and then suddenly stopped. The crowd exploded in cheers as Tony and Maria collapsed in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, sweat pouring from both of them. Kim caught her breath, and thought, "My God, if I danced like that in front of my father, he would smack me and ground me for a month!" Needless to say, Octavio Garcia didn't smack Maria. He was too busy leading the cheers. Kim joined the congratulations in the middle of the dance floor, and when Maria finished hugging her, she asked Kim to come with her to her room and help her change. Maria wiped sweat from her brow and said she was soaking wet. Kim said she was too, but Maria wiped just a hint of sweat from Kim's face and made fun of her. "Not there, Maria...down here!" Kim said, throwing a quick glance at her slippery wet crotch. God, she wished Jase were with her. She could hurt that boy right now! Maria laughed and they went to Maria's room, joking and giggling all the way. "So, Chica...did Tony and I make you cum?" Maria laughed. "No, but you sure made me hot. I'm soaking wet and my nipples are hard as nails!" Kim replied. "Yeah! I'll bet you wish you had Ellbee and Beebee right now, don't you?" Maria teased. "Sure do! I was just thinking that myself!" Kim answered. "I don't know how you dance like that without cumming, though." "So...Chica! Who dances without cumming? I came. So did Tony. I wouldn't let myself cum until I felt him let go. That was fabulous! Someday, Tony has to teach Ellbee how to Lambada!" As Maria changed, the girls laughed for several more minutes. Then Maria apologized to Kim for abandoning her. She had to be with Tony after the fireworks show. "I gotta have him, Kim. But in my culture, I can't have intercourse with him until we get married. So...we have to take 'other measures.'" "You can dance like that -- and cum in front of 400 people -- but you can't have intercourse???" "Right! I have to be a virgin on my wedding night. But I can do everything else. And tonight, I'm gonna turn my gorgeous hunk inside out! Film at eleven, Chica!!!" The girls laughed again, hugged and then returned to the most spectacular fireworks show Kim at ever seen. At the conclusion of the fireworks show, Octavio shouted "VIVA AMERICA!!!" As Tony, Maria, Kim and Lourdes (Maria's other "hermana" and a lovely girl) stood with their arms around each others shoulders, the 400 assembled members of La Familia Garcia sang "God Bless America." The strains of the song echoed out across the water to the causeway, and many who had stopped to watch the fireworks joined in. Kim cried tears of joy, but Lourdes wiped the tears away and gave her a big hug. Then Kim went to her room, called Jason and babbled for two hours about the excitement and how much she wished he were there. She told him exactly how much she missed him, and EXACTLY what she would do to and for him if he were there. Ellbee did the same, and they laughed happily as they joined in a simultaneous, long-distance climax. Tomorrow was going home day. Kim was sad to leave, but eager to be home. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Nine By Thor4u The first half of my junior year in high school, and Kim's junior year in college was an important transitional period, for a number of reasons. Now 16, I had a driver's license and a car -- a brand new Honda Accord -- and that gave me an independence I had previously lacked. In fact, I began to spread my wings in a number of small, but significant ways. First, listening to the bad advice of my friends during the summer, I went out for football. I was 6'1, 190 pounds, and I was pretty muscular and strong from my steady workout regimen. I figured I would be big enough to play, and I was right. But I got cut from the team in the first round of cuts for two reasons. The first was speed. I was as big enough to be a wide receiver, but too small to play tight end. I had good hands, but lead feet. If a quarterback could force a pass in, I would catch it, but I was never open. The second reason was simple inexperience. I had played Pee Wee Football for two years when I was 10 and 11, but this was Florida, folks! High school football in Florida is equivalent to small college football anywhere else, and there are a number of Florida high school teams who could play competitive football with second-tier big-college teams. That's the reason Florida, Florida State, and the University of Miami always have such competitive teams...they are drawing from this huge talent pool. I was competing with kids who started playing organized, full-contact football at 5-6, on Pee Wee Football teams with coaching staffs larger, better, and more professionally-trained than most high school staffs elsewhere in the country. By the time these kids got to high school, they had 8-10 years of sound fundamentals and experience at a very high competitive level. They took for granted hundreds of things that I was seeing for the first time. So, anyway, I didn't come close to making the team. But I did make a number of new friends, so it was a good experience. It also led to a new extracurricular activity at school. I became the school newspaper's sports reporter for my last two years in high school. I never considered it for a career, but I got to go on a lot of trips with teams, and had a lot of fun. The Managing Editor of the paper was another junior, Victoria Clarke. Like myself, Victoria was one of the top students in the school, and would end up being our class' valedictorian. Victoria ("DON'T call me Vicky!") was the person I reported to and submitted my stories to. She was very nice, and pretty in an intentionally plain sort of way. She always wore frumpy clothes that made her look a little fat, but she had nice tits and didn't move around like a fat person. I suspected that there was a pretty nice body under all that clothing. Anyway, Victoria and I became friends. And later in the school year, when another student transferred out of state, Victoria recommended me to fill a position on the school's Academic Excellence Council. That was a very high honor, because there were only five students on the Council -- one sophomore, two juniors, and two seniors. Once you got on, unless you really screwed up, you stayed. Victoria was our class' sophomore representative and remained throughout high school. I got the appointment and served the last half of my junior year and my entire senior year. The Council worked with the school administration and the School Board to improve the curriculum, but the real importance to the students was that the five of us and one faculty advisor made up the school's Honor Court. The Honor Court heard and dealt with all allegations of academic cheating, and had the authority to recommend discipline up to and including expulsion. In the entire history of the Honor Court, no decision has ever been overruled by the administration, and no disciplinary recommendation has ever been denied or modified. So, this appointment was a damn big deal. (One of the most interesting things about this appointment is that it was the ONE job Kim always wanted in high school...and never got! It's too bad, because she would have been absolutely perfect for it.) So, between the new friends from football, the school paper, and the Council, I became much better known around the school than I had been. And for the last two years in school, Victoria and I worked closely together in several areas and became good friends. The other change -- and you're not going to believe this one, Gentle Reader -- is that Cassie and I started to "date." As I have said before, Cassie, Kim, and I were all under a lot of pressure to date. It just wasn't natural for beautiful girls or nice-looking guys not to date at that age. If you didn't date, there was something wrong with you. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of guys on the football team tell me that they had once feared that I was gay because I didn't date, and some of my closest buddies were very relieved when I took Cass to her Prom the previous spring. Cassie was under similar pressure. She was a senior now, looking forward to college, and peer pressure was very strong on her. Cass had continued to develop, and although she lacked her mother's huge tits, she had a fabulous little body. Cass was one of the hottest looking girls in the school. But she refused all offers. Thinking that Cass had ended the relationship with her father after we confronted her, Kim and I had become much friendlier with Cass during the late summer. So, when Kim went back to college, it was only natural that Cass and I would continue the friendship. The "dating" started with Cassie asking me to take her to a football game. The game was on a Thursday night. I did and we had a good time. That particular weekend, Kim was staying in Gainesville to prepare for the first round of tests that semester, and Cassie and her mother also came over to our pool on Saturday. Cassie and I had a long talk, mostly about the pressures of being 17 and 16 respectively, and we agreed to go to occasional events together. It would be fun, but more importantly it would give both of us "cover." Neither of us knew what the other was covering, but the arrangement was mutually beneficial and we didn't give it much thought. I called Kim that night, told her about the football game, and then outlined the agreement Cassie and I had made. Kim didn't like it and said so. I reminded her how much I loved her and assured her that there would be no romance, and certainly no sex, but she still was against it. Finally, I got pissed and told her it was Cassie's and my decision, not hers, and the decision had already been made. We had a pretty good fight, but in the end I stuck to my position and made it stick. Actually, the arrangement made things a lot easier for Kim and I when she was home, because we could go out a lot of places as a three-some that would have been questioned if just Kim and I went alone. I could walk down a mall, for example, with my arms around both of them and friends would just think it was Jason and his cute girlfriend and beautiful sister. And when we dropped Cass off at her house.... So, after just a couple of weeks, Kim was okay with the new arrangement. It continued throughout the year, culminating of a carbon copy of last years Prom. The only differences this year were that Kim and I did not fight, and I drove instead of Cass. After the prom (unknown to Kim and I at the time), Cassie fucked her father silly and Kim and I joyfully exhausted ourselves again. There's really not much else to say about the thing with Cassie, except that we got to be pretty good friends, and still are. We had a few friendly goodnight kisses, but there was never any romance, sex, or anything like that. It was a perfect arrangement. ********** The biggest event in my life during my junior year in high school, though, was really getting to know Maria Garcia, Kimmy's lovely roommate and "hermana." And like Kim, I didn't realize at the time what an important role Maria would play in both of our lives. As I look back, clearly the most important influence on my life was my Mom. The second most important influence was Kim -- not just romantically, but in every area of my development into adulthood. But Maria has also had a tremendous influence in my life. You'll see why as we go. I had met Maria Garcia once during a visit to Gainesville with Mom and Jack during Kim's first semester there. I thought she was very, very pretty, and more than a little hot, although she kept the hot part under wraps around our parents. She was also hysterically funny, especially when she lapsed into her Cubonics- spouting Cuban valley-girl imitations. Maria was warm and easy to talk to, and she was just generally a kick in the ass to be around. Maria was fun. During that fall semester of my junior year, I made three weekend trips to Gainesville for football games. The Gators were on their way to a possible national championship, and I loved the games. Of course, I spent a lot of time with Maria, and during the third trip I met Tony. We clicked right away, and we are still good friends. Maria was really good about not prying into Kim's affairs [;-)]. If she had questions -- and she certainly did -- she asked Kim. She frequently asked Kim when she was going to meet her boyfriend, what he was like, that kind of stuff. But she never asked me, or anyone other than Kim, a single thing about Kim's mysterious boyfriend Ellbee. Tony, though, was another matter. He had about 50 close friends who were dying to be fixed up with the hot Gringa from the Fourth of July party, and he asked me about Kim and Ellbee whenever we were alone together. It was kind of hard to make stuff up, so Kim and I developed a general profile of Ellbee and stuck to broad generalities. Ellbee was 21, and was from Jacksonville. He and Kim started dating in high school and never stopped. He was about my size and was a student at Columbia University in New York City. That's why he was never around. He was also probably going to graduate school in the Northeast after undergraduate. "Ellbee" stood for his initials -- L.B. for Lawrence Bartholomew Dalton. "Beebee" was Kim's nickname for her favorite part of his anatomy, Big Boy! (Tony knew about Ellbee, but never heard about Beebee...that was just girl stuff between Kim and Maria.) We tried not to elaborate much beyond this general outline, and whenever one of us did, there was always a quick advisory phone call to the other to give them a heads-up. That was fine for Tony, but it never satisfied Maria. She continued to press Kim for a while and then just gave up. She was a little disappointed and angry that her best friend wouldn't share something as important as the man she called twice each night, but maybe that would come in time. One thing led to another, and late in the semester Maria invited Kim back to Miami for New Years Eve. Actually, she invited Kim and Ellbee! Kim checked with Ellbee and then regretfully told Maria they couldn't make it. Ellbee had already made plans to do New Years Eve in Times Square with his parents. That rejection almost soured the wonderful relationship between Kimmy and Maria. It was just too much for Maria! This was bullshit! How could Kim's boyfriend -- a guy she called religiously twice each night, for God's sake! -- how could he make plans to spend New Years away from her. And never tell her??? Bullshit. Maria was furious! Not at Kim, mind you, at Ellbee! Maria launched into a fierce diatribe about what an asshole Ellbee was. Kim tried to defend him, but that's kinda hard to do, if you stop and think about it. Maria told Kim he was just using her, but Kim assured her that he wasn't. They just couldn't do it this year, really. Kim was touched by the way Maria instantly took what she perceived to be "Kim's side" in this issue, and it just made her love Maria more. But the question was never settled. And when Kim called Ellbee back that night for a tender goodnight, Maria lost it. "FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!!!!" she screamed from across the room. Kim quickly told me goodnight and then she and Maria really had it out about Ellbee. She told Maria that Ellbee was none of her business, and to never interfere in her personal affairs again. Maria called Tony in tears and both she and Kim went to bed angry. But when they got up in the morning, Maria apologized to Kim, they hugged and made up, and it was over. Maria never brought the subject of Ellbee up again. (Well...almost never.) In an effort to soothe things over for good, Tony came up with a great idea: Why not invite Kim and Jason for New Years? We all got along well, it would give Tony and I some time together, and Tony could even teach me the Lambada! Kim didn't need to check with Ellbee to answer that invitation! She gleefully accepted, and told me about it later that night in our "goodnight kiss" phone call. *********** HAPPY NEW YEAR MIAMI!!! Kim and I drove down to Miami on January 30. Traffic was heavy, because a lot of people were headed for "The Magic City" for New Years. But the drive was fun, we were loose and happy, and we had a ball. As we drove through the gate of Kim's mansion home, Kim reached over, placed her hand under my chin, and pressed upward to close my gaping mouth. We went through the introductions. I had a little trouble with the "embrazzos," because it just didn't seem very manly to hug Tony and Maria's father and brothers. But I got through it okay. We got settled in our rooms. I had my own room, but Kim was sharing Maria's room with her. But as he helped me unpack, Tony let me in on a little secret -- I was actually going to be staying at his apartment tonight! The idea was to give us some "male bonding time." At least that's what Tony had told Maria. Actually, Tony and a few of his friends were having a small party that night, and he was going to teach me the Lambada so I could surprise Kim and Maria at the big party on New Year's Eve! So, after a casual dinner, followed by an hour of "guy talk" accompanied by cigars and Cuban coffee in the study with Octavio, Tony, and one of Maria's brothers, Tony and I left for his place. It was about 9:30 PM. The party was already underway when we arrived. Tony's place was a modest rental apartment in a working class neighborhood, and it was not expensively furnished at all. But he had an nice stereo system and it was blaring salsa music. There were about a dozen people there, both men and women, all between 20-22. Most of them were friends, although Tony's brother and one of his sisters were also there. Neither Kim nor Maria were there, of course. Now, as you know, I'm not a big drinker. But I had some sweet Cuban rum drink just to be polite and loosen up, and then it was time for Tony to try to teach me the Lambada. First, Tony taught me the Meringue and had me try it with his sister, Lupe. That only took about 15 minutes and went fine. It's easy and I'm a pretty good dancer, so it went quickly. Then he had me dance next to him as he taught me the basic 1-2-3-fly system of the Lambada. That was more difficult, but I eventually (after my second mojito) loosened up and became a little proficient at it. I wasn't comfortable with it, but I could keep the rhythm going quite a while before losing the beat. Then Tony had me work on widening out the hip sways. We looked like a couple of gay hula dancers practicing that, but I eventually got it. Then he put on a faster- paced song and had me practice both modest and wide ass-wags. It would have felt pretty stupid, except that all of Tony's friends were applauding and encouraging me. So rather than being embarrassed, I was okay ...especially around 11:30 PM, after my third mojito! Then came the big test. Tony had me dance with Lupe. THAT was uncomfortable and embarrassing. Lupe is a sweet, but rather fat, girl. She was 20 at the time. But, like her brother, she is a great dancer. She was very patient with me, and we wiggled and waddled around the makeshift dance floor for most of a song. But we were not in the real Lambada position, we were doing the Lambada in the salsa position, 18-24 inches apart. That's actually harder than Elmer's Glue close, but we did okay. Then Tony stopped the record and declared me ready for the final test. I was going to dance a full song, and dance the REAL Lambada with Lupe. I felt pretty confident, although some of the snickering made me a little apprehensive. Did I need more practice before the big test? I didn't think so, but the other people obviously found something funny. Oh well, here goes. Tony put the song on, and Lupe and I started dancing as the others clapped. At Tony's urging I held Lupe as close as I could, and that actually made the dancing easier. Lupe is a sweet girl, but she is round. She has a great big ass, and great big tits. She also has a great big tummy, and I have never seen her without a great big smile on her face. She's a sweetie. But as we danced, I was amazed at how effortlessly Lupe swayed to the music. I was also amazed that two bodies could get that close. I don't think there was a molecule of air between us and she pressed herself into me. Lupe's ample body just enveloped me. But that made the dancing even easier, and I really started enjoying it. Uh oh! I was enjoying it too much! I started getting a hardon! This fat, not very pretty, little dancing machine was making my big cock hard. I tried to pull my hips back from Lupe, but she just pulled me back to her. When she did, she really ground her crotch into mine as if to show me where it belonged. And when she did that, she felt Beebee's rising excitement. Lupe smiled lustily, brought her lips up to my right ear, and whispered, "Ay, papi! Que rico!!!" Loosely translated, that meant she liked it. I was going to mumble an apology, but the actions of Lupe's crotch against mine told me none was necessary. She began to really roll her hips on each sway, and the feeling was incredible! If I didn't know where both of her hands were, I would have sworn she was stroking my big cock. And it was really big now, full salute! But I continued to dance, and we must have been doing pretty good, because everybody was smiling. Some of the girls were even pointing and whispering in their boyfriends ears. Tony was beaming with pride. Lupe was smiling broadly too. She was a sweet girl, although undoubtedly a virgin, and it was good to see her having such a good time. As we danced, though, Lupe's expression changed. She began to look more serious at first, and then she began to look downright hot. She stared into my eyes and wouldn't let me break the stare. I could see the lust burning in her eyes. As she got hotter, her excited pussy was pressing against my big cock, and her breath got ragged. She bit her lip and then blew me a kiss, to the cheers of the crowd. I was getting pretty hot too, because Beebee was really getting a workout from this little Cuban sexpot. I could feel the familiar urgency growing in my loins. I was sure Lupe was a virgin, but I also knew that when her future husband finally got her in bed, he'd better wear a safety harness because this little chiquita was going to be one wild ride! Finally, when she could stand it no more, Lupe dug her face into the nape of my neck, moaned as quietly as she could, and then her whole plump body shuddered as the orgasm hit her. When she climaxed, I couldn't fight it any more. I rammed my engorged cock against her throbbing pussy, and let go! I had an enormous ejaculation. The crowd cheered and I finally realized what all the smiles, clapping, and encouragement had been about -- they had been egging Lupe on, hoping she could make me cum! When I looked at Tony, he was laughing his ass off! Through all of that excitement, though, Lupe kept her body glued to mine and we continued to sway rhythmically to the music. Even when we climaxed, we never missed a beat -- mostly due to Lupe's skill and experience. When the song ended we got a tremendous standing ovation from the group, along with numerous handshakes and warm embrazzos. Now some of you Gentle Readers might think that I was the target of some kind of discriminatory abuse here, even though I enjoyed the hell out of it. Nothing could be further from the truth. This Lambada lesson was really a rite of passage. It was a warm welcome -- signaling my joyous acceptance into Tony's circle of friends. ***** New Year's Eve was one of those typical magic Miami winter nights. It was a crystal clear, starlit, tourism postcard. If we looked out across the water in one direction, we could see the Orange Bowl Parade taking place in downtown Miami. If we looked the other way, we saw the excitement of South Beach. And if we looked around the expansive rear of the Garcia estate, we saw dozens of food stations and portable bars, hundreds of elegantly-dressed guests, a large orchestra on stage, and a pulsating gaggle of dancers on the dance floor. This night was not just family. There were more than 2,000 guests, most of whom were business contacts of the many La Familia Garcia businesses, and everything was several classes of service above First Class. It was the most unbelievable party I had ever been to. Kim and I were decked out. I wore a tux, and Kim wore a beautiful, slinky black silk gown. I had wanted her to wear her beautiful cocktail dress from the cruise, but she said she thought it would be too sexy, and besides she was saving that for a special occasion for the two of us. It just seemed natural for us to dance together, and we did often. The orchestra was switching back and forth between regular music and Latin music, and they were really good. Kim and I had a ball dancing to some of the rock songs -- we hadn't danced like that since the cruise, which seemed like a lifetime ago. We also danced close and hugged each other tightly during the slow songs. We weren't acting really romantic, just like a close brother and sister. Pretty often, though, one of the other guests would ask Kim to dance. Especially if it was a Latin song, she would dance with them. She danced with just about everybody who asked her, but she never danced with anyone a second time. Several of the men asked her who I was (I guess because I now looked her age) and she told all of them I was her "Main Man," just like Mom and Brenda had done on the cruise. Most of the family knew I was Kim's brother, but even so, all the guys got the message. Kim was with me. While Kim was out dancing a Meringue with some guy, I spotted Lupe and asked her to dance. She said she would love to dance later, but Tony had told her not to dance to Latin music with me until I had danced the Lambada with my sister. We agreed to dance later, and the next time Kim went out to dance to a regular song, I went and grabbed Lupe and danced with her. Lupe was sweet and I really liked her, although we promised each other that neither of us would get rowdy. Her rowdiness the previous night had been part of the game orchestrated by Tony. Lupe had no designs on my body, even after meeting Mr. Beebee, and also tonight her boyfriend was with her. The orchestra had played several Lambada songs, but each time they did, Kim had been on the dance floor finishing up a Meringue with some guy. They all thought their lucky day had come, but Kim wouldn't dance the Lambada with any of them. Each time, she would have them walk her back to me. Finally, Kim asked, "Jase...I thought Tony was going to teach you the Lambada. What happened to that?" "I don't know," I said. "He said he would, but I guess he got sidetracked in the excitement of the big party." "Well I wish he would...I'd like to dance it with you!" "I don't know Kim. If it's as sexy as you say, I'm not sure that would be a good idea!" "It's a great idea! We'll just have to be careful, that's all. If we're going to lose it while dancing the Lambada, we have to do it somewhere private." "Yep. But you know what? That other dance -- the back and forth one -- looks pretty easy. I think I could do that. Do you want to try that one?" "Oh, the Meringue! Sure. I can teach you that one, it's easy," My unsuspecting sister replied. And sure enough, as soon as we said that, the band launched into a Latin set with a Meringue! I let Kim "teach" me, and she was surprised how quickly I learned. We danced two songs together and were really having fun. During the latter part of the second song, I noticed Tony dancing Maria through the crowd in our direction. They danced alongside us, then Tony maneuvered Maria back to back with Kim so he and I could see each other's faces. Tony mouthed "Ready?" and I nodded that I was. As the song ended, Tony danced around behind us, so that when we looked at the orchestra, he was behind us. As we stood waiting for the next song, I looked around to see where Tony was and saw him a few yards behind us with his arms crossed high above his head. I realized that he was signaling the band leader and turned around just in time to hear: "AYYYYEEEEE! LAMBADA!!!!!!" The drumbeat started and Kim started to look around to see if Tony was going to give me a lesson. She was shocked when I grabbed her and smoothly drew her to me and began swish, swish, swish, whee! But Kim was only surprised for a second. She quickly sealed her luscious body to mine and picked up the rhythm perfectly. Kim expressed her surprise that I could dance the Lambada and I told her that Tony had actually taught me last night so I could surprise her. Kim was thrilled, and pressed her lips to mine in a quick, but hot, kiss that few saw. As we danced, though, we reminded each other that we had to behave. Kim and I were familiar enough with the feel of each others bodies and accustomed to dancing closely together, so we were actually okay. Obviously, I got a huge boner, but I was wearing those saving baggy tux pants and it wasn't noticeable. Kim could certainly feel it, and was taking as much advantage of it as she dared. We didn't dance a perfect Lambada, and neither of us came close to cumming, but we enjoyed every second of the dance! From that dance on, Kim danced only with me. We had a wonderful time, but we kept it clean. At the end of the evening, there was a big champaign toast to welcome the New Year. Kim and I had agreed that we would do the toast together -- partly to keep some drunk from trying to shove his tongue down Kim's throat, but mostly because each of us only had one person we would consider kissing. But we had also agreed that it would be a proper kiss -- nice and warm, because we loved each other and meant it, but no "hearts talking," and definitely no "parts talking!" We did allow ourselves one treat. Instead of saying "Happy New Year," we quietly said, "to Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever." Then we kissed. We kissed sweetly, with just a couple of sweet tongue probes to say hello, but we almost held it to long. I could feel the urge to really kiss Kim and she was feeling it too, so we reluctantly separated with a light peck on the lips. Kim looked into my eyes with an angelic smile for a second and then we moved apart and looked around for Tony and Maria. We found them, clinked glasses, and then exchanged light kisses. I kissed Maria and Tony kissed Kim, both very short and harmless. Then we gathered up Lupe and her boyfriend, and headed to South Beach. We prowled South Beach until about 3 AM and then returned to Maria's home. Tony left and the girls and I went to our rooms. Kim told Maria she had forgotten to give me our departure plan for tomorrow and came by my room. Our hearts talked for several minutes, but we knew it was too risky to make love (although we were both frantic for each other's bodies). We just kissed goodnight and Kim went back to Maria's room to giggle with her for an hour before going to bed. ********* At about noon on January 1, Kim and I pulled out of the gated estate of Octavio Garcia and headed back across the causeway toward I-95 and the trip home. We talked excitedly about all the fun we had, and eagerly looked forward to our next visit to Miami. But we were also very much looking forward to returning home to "our room." We had some unfinished business from last night. A lot of unfinished business. But as we came back to the mainland, before we turned onto I-95, we saw a sparkling hotel sitting right on the bay. I looked at Kim...she looked at me. Then she asked, "Ellbee...are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said yes, and shortly we were checked in and in our room. We placed a quick call to Mom and told her we wouldn't be home until tomorrow. When Mom asked what happened, Kim giggled, "...a Hilton got in the way...Bye Mom!" I was ready to jump into bed immediately, but Kim had other ideas. She found a Spanish station on the radio (not hard to do in Miami!) and put on some music. We danced Meringue for a couple of songs, but then after a commercial, they played a Lambada! As we danced the Lambada, Kim pulled apart from me and took off her blouse as she continued to dance beautifully. I did the same with my shirt. We continued that until we were both naked. Then we danced the rest of the Lambada naked. It was an unbelievable feeling. If I could have slid my big cock into Kim, I would have. And she would have loved it! But I'm so much taller than her that we really couldn't do that. But we danced together erotically, and both of us were intolerably hot. My the time the song ended we were devouring each others mouths, both of our tongues hungrily probing. When the music ended, we dove into bed. I moved down on the bed to begin licking Kim's eager pussy, but she grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me on top of her. "Fuck me!" She said. "Yes, dear," I replied. "Wait!" Kim said. She reached over and turned off the blaring radio. "Now fuck me!" I did. We fucked frantically in the missionary position until we exploded in a violent simultaneous orgasm. It didn't take long. Then I got up and drug Kim over to the edge of the bed and fucked her doggie style. She came quickly, but I didn't. Then Kim grabbed me and threw me down on my back on the bed. She carefully lowered herself onto my raging cock, cooing and moaning as she carefully impaled herself fully on it. This is Kim's favorite fucking position, especially after I have already cum once, because she has complete control over my massive cock. She can guide it anywhere she wants it, and dictate the rhythm and intensity of the fucking. We both like the full range of both speed and intensity, and Kim threw me an absolutely masterful fuck that glorious New Years Day. Kim started out slow and easy, gradually building. Then when she felt me starting to get really excited, she eased off. She stopped fucking entirely, laying on my chest and kissing me deeply with my big prick deep inside her. Then, she startled me with a sudden, rapid burst of fucking. She was fucking me as hard and as fast as she could! Kim erupted in another big orgasm, laid back down on top of me and resumed the deep kissing. But this time, she was still gyrating her hips slowly, thoroughly massaging my engorged cock inside her throbbing pussy. She began squeezing my mighty cock with her vaginal muscles, exciting it even more. Then she backed off again...to slow easy strokes. Then hard. Then easy. Then, Kim got fire in her eyes! She sat up on me and started rocking back and forth violently, fucking my big cock like he had never been fucked -- long, hard, fast strokes deep inside her. We exploded together in a huge, happy climax. Kim laid on top of me, kissing me sweetly and stroking my chest. I caressed her breasts tenderly. Then Kim switched around to the 69 position and we cleaned each other up. I held some of my own cum in my mouth when we finished and fed it back to Kim as we kissed lovingly. Then Kim snuggled into my chest and we took a nap. The rest of the day and evening was more of the same. We were done fucking. We made love tenderly several times. We got up and watched a little TV. We had a long talk about our future college plans, which involved Kim probably going to Harvard Law and me going to the University of Florida. Mostly, we just talked about us and our family, and how lucky we were to have been thrown together by the love of our parents. We slept like babies that night, and drove home the next day to start a new year. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Ten By Thor4u The second half of our junior years started off pretty tamely. Kim and I, Cassie and I, and our two families settled into the familiar routines that had been established over the previous year and a half. Cassie and I still "dated," and that went fine. Brenda and Paul seemed to be getting along fantastically. I spoke privately to Brenda frequently and she seemed very happy. The only problem I had with any of them was not their fault. The problem was that every other word out of Cassie's pretty little cock-sucking mouth was about going to college in a few months. It was normal for her to be excited, of course, but every reminder of the passage of time reminded me that this idyllic period could not last forever. Soon, Kim and I would be seniors, her in college and me in high school. I knew that our senior years would fly by, consumed by college/law school plans, graduation, and a host of other special events. And the end of this current phase of our lives meant we had to find a new path and adjust to it. I also knew that each transitional phase posed new threats to our love. I had grown immensely in my confidence about us, but I was still realistic to know that we could never take anything for granted. I knew that our new path may not be together. There was only one really important event the second half of that year, actually during the summer. And as usual, it involved Maria Garcia. Kim invited Maria to come to Jacksonville. She actually had visited once before; she and Tony stayed at our house for the Florida-Georgia game in the fall. But this was a week-long summer visit. As we always did, we had a great time with Maria. She met and liked my "girlfriend" Cassie, and asked her if I had taught her the Lambada yet. I hadn't, of course. The four of us ran around a lot together. The fifth day of Maria's visit, though, we had nothing at all planned. Just a lazy day by the pool that would live as a pleasant memory for a few weeks, and then fade away. Well...not exactly. It might have, if not for Brenda. Kim, Maria and I were sunning at the pool when we heard Brenda's booming voice yelling hello from the kitchen door. She flounced down the steps in a microscopic bikini, and I still don't know what held her big tits in the damn thing. She was happy and giggling. But when she got to the pool deck and had been introduced to the stunned Maria, she announced that she forgot her Bloody Mary on the kitchen counter. "I'll get it Brenda, I have to pee anyway," my beautiful Kim quickly volunteered. And away she bounced. I watched her sweet ass twitch deliciously up the stairs, thankful that my sunglasses hid my eyes. Brenda plopped down in a chaise next to me with a great sigh and said cheerily, "So Ellbee! What's up dude!" I stiffened. I was afraid to look at Maria, but prayed she had been engrossed in something and hadn't heard that! No luck. Even though she was ten feet away, I felt her flinch. "Hi Bren!" Mom called from the kitchen. Mom has just gotten home. Brenda jumped up and merrily ran up the stairs to babble some new intelligence on major sales at the malls, or something. "So Ellbee! What's up dude!" Maria taunted. I looked at her, still thankful for my sunglasses. She had the funniest look on her face. It was surprise, and humor, and love, and confusion...all in one beautiful Latina face. "Maria..." I stammered. "Don't even try Ellbee! By the way, how's Beebee? Lupe didn't know his name, but she said he's a monster!" Maria was laughing, teasing me, but not angry at all. "So you're Ellbee! OH MY GOD! Nice to finally meet you, Flaco!" she said excitedly. (Flaco literally means "thin," but colloquially it means "handsome.") About that time Kim came back down the steps and saw her startled best friend gaping at me. She didn't know what had happened. Maria shifted gears immediately...so quickly, in fact, that Kim almost missed what she said. "Hey Kimmy! Ellbee here and I were just talking about what to do tonight. You wanna go to a movie, or no le wanna?" (No le wanna = Cubonics for I don't want to.) "Oh, I don't know...uh...what did you say????" "I said...'ELBEE HERE ...and I were just talking about what to do tonight.' I also asked him how Beebee was, but you interrupted his answer." Maria had a conspiratorial smile on her face. Then, she looked up behind the speechless Kim and saw Mom and Brenda heading down the stairs. "Be cool folks, we have company. Look, it's okay. But let's hit the pool quick...you both look like someone just died!" So, pretending to grabass, all three of us dove into the pool and swam to the farthest part from Mom and Brenda. When we got there, Maria positioned herself in between Kim and I and looped her arms over both of our shoulders. She hugged us to her and spoke in a whisper. "WOW!...you two are lovers! Hey! I'm okay with that -- in fact, both of you are on my 'Favorite People In The Whole World' list, and the idea of you together is fantastic -- but quick, give me the lay of the land here! Who knows? Who doesn't?" Kim and I looked anxiously at each other. I guess both of us thought briefly about denial...I hadn't admitted anything yet. But it didn't matter. Maria knew us too well. She especially knew Kim's heart. There would be no lying to her. She knew. Finally, Kimmy spoke. "Quickly...we've been lovers for almost two years. Mom knows, Dad knows, and now you know. Nobody else knows. Nobody." "But Brenda called him Ellbee? That's how I found out! Doesn't she know?" "No," I said. "That's been Kim's nickname for me for years...it means Little Bro'" "Oh. And Beebee? Is he still Big Boy?" "No," Kim laughed, "BIG Bro!" We all laughed loudly, and to Mom and Brenda, it must have looked like we were telling dirty jokes. But they couldn't see Kim's face. All of our emotions were right on the surface and Kim's laughter quickly turned to tears. Maria immediately shifted positions to screen her from Mom and Brenda's view. "Kimmy, what?" Maria asked urgently. "You must hate me! You must think I'm horrible!" Kim cried quietly. "Never in a million years, Hermana! Never, ever...no matter what!" Maria said emphatically as she hugged Kim as tight as she could and held her. "And what's horrible -- that you have a gorgeous boyfriend, who I love like a brother? Nonsense!" "But it's incest, Maria!" Kim whispered. "No it's not, Kim! No, it is NOT. You are not brother and sister, as much as you may feel that way. You are the children of two lovely people who got married. There is NO blood relation between you." "But, Jason is still my little brother..." "I got a news flash for you, Chica! He ain't so little any more! If you don't want him, you let me know because I have about 50 cousins who are so hot for his body they can't stand it!" "But our ages!" I interjected. "We are 3 and a half years apart in age. I feel like a little kid sometimes." "So do I, Paco! So what!" Maria laughed. "I can tell you for true...as almost your sister and as Kim's best friend...that you are all the man she can handle, all the man she ever has wanted. She wouldn't tell me WHO you were, but she sure has told me a ton of stuff about how deeply she loves you." "And you know what, Jase? Right now Kim is 20 and you are 16..." Maria continued. "Almost 17" I interrupted. "Whatever. But when Kim is 40, she will look 25! You'll be 36 or 37, you'll have a little grey in your hair -- and nobody will know there is any age difference. Right now, Kim IS more mature than you, not only because of age but because she's a woman and we mature earlier than you guys do. But in 10 years, there won't be any difference in your maturities. These fears of yours are not real things. Well maybe they're real now, but my God, you've survived them for two years, guys! C'mon! I think we're past the age difference!" Maria was right, of course, we had been past it. The real turning point, although it never occurred to me at the time, was when I declared a measure of independence from Kim and decided to "date" Cassie. From that point on, we were equals. "But what are we going to do Maria???" Kim asked. "We're gonna stay in this damn pool, that's what we're gonna do!" "No, I mean about us...about Jase and I?" "That's what I meant too. We're gonna stay in this damn pool. We're gonna take this one step at a time, and the first step is -- I can't get out of here and face those two beautiful women over there, so I'm staying right here! I would bet big bucks that is exactly how you two dear friends have been handling this all along." "You're right about that," Kim said. "When Mom discovered us, we faced it and worked through it. Then we told Dad, and worked through some issues he had. The worst time was when I was up at 'Bama and we were new together, but we took that one day at a time and worked through it. It was hard, real hard...but we did it. Then we worked through the last year and a half at Gainesville one step at a time. The hardest things about that were lying to you, and having this gorgeous lug grow up on me! But we got through that." "Yeah, and New Years in Miami was really fun, but it was also very hard on us to be so close to each other and yet not be able to be together," I added. "But we got through it." Kim laughed out loud, "Yeah, you horny little asshole! We got as far as the Hilton! What is that, 3 miles?" "What???" Maria asked. "On our way home, we saw a Hilton," I answered, "I looked at Kim, she looked at me, and the next thing I knew I was in a hotel room with her ripping my clothes off me!" "Liar...you took your own clothes off!" Kim laughed back, and Maria and I joined her. "We never got out of Miami until the following afternoon," I told Maria. "We just couldn't wait." "Well, good for you!" Maria said. "I wish it was that easy for Tony and I...but soon...soon." We stayed in the pool until Mom and Brenda went back up to the house. Then we got out and sat in the lounges. With Maria keeping a watchful eye on the house, we told her almost everything there was to tell about us. We left out my liaison with Brenda, and didn't bore her with any of the sexual details of our relationship, but we gave her a pretty good chronology of our life together. She cried when we told her the story of that magic night on the cruise. We also told her that "dating" Cassie was just a cover for both she and I, which Maria found kind of odd. She said she could understand me wanting a cover story, but couldn't understand why a cute girl like Cassie would want one. She said she thought there was something there we didn't know about, figuring the most likely explanation was that Cassie was lesbian. We didn't tell her anything about Cassie's former relationship with her own father. After dinner that night, Kim and Maria went upstairs for a little while for some girl talk, leaving me and Mom downstairs. We sat in the family room, watched TV and made some small talk. Mom just couldn't contain herself about how sweet Maria was and how glad she was that Kim had such a good and true friend. After about an hour of girl talk, Kim and Maria came downstairs. Mom was sitting in her reclining chair and I was on the couch. Kim plopped down beside me, put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Maria sat on the other end of the couch, with just a hint of a smile on her face, as Mom gawked at Kim and I. "It's okay, Mom," Kim said quietly. "Maria knows." Mom was shocked! But typical of Mom, as we recounted the events at the pool, and how Maria had picked up on what Brenda said, Mom adjusted. The four of us had a little discussion. Most of it revolved around the need for absolute secrecy, but it was obvious from Maria's reaction that she was not going to be a problem. In retrospect, rather than being a problem, Maria became a critical pillar of strength for us...especially for Kim. As close as Kim was to Mom, Maria was her age. She was going through many of the same crises that Kim was. She really understood some things that Mom couldn't understand, just because she was there too. Now, there was absolutely nothing Kim couldn't discuss with Maria, and that trust and closeness was vital as events swirled around us that final year. We were inevitably pulled in many directions that last year, often against our wills like a moth drawn to a candle flame. But we always had two rock-solid bastions of help, understanding, love, and strength -- Mom and Maria. Later that night, Maria told Kim she should move back to "our room," but Kim didn't. We had enough just being together, and it was only a few more days until we would be sleeping together every night anyway. Kim spent the rest of that week in her own room with Maria. Except for one short discussion, the rest of that week of Maria's visit went like nothing had happened. The short discussion was about the coming year. We were going to have a good time next year, but we had to think about some things. For one thing, we had to decide whether to tell Tony. With Tony in the loop, we would be able to do things as two couples. We could go on trips together, enjoy football weekends in Gainesville together, and just relax and be ourselves. If we didn't tell Tony, we could enjoy each other's company freely, but it wouldn't be the same. Maria trusted Tony completely, and Kim and I felt pretty comfortable with him, but it would be a huge step. We decided to defer that decision and see how we felt later. The other issue, which never occurred to Kim and I, was whether to tell Maria's father, Octavio Garcia. Kim and I immediately vetoed that idea! Maria's rationale for telling her father was that we would be able to sleep together whenever we were in Miami, but that was too great a risk for us to take. We later learned that it really would have been zero risk, but we didn't know that at the time. The night Maria left was a sad time for us. We both really loved Maria and hated to see her go. But more than that, as we lay in each other's arms in my bed, we felt the first tugs on loose threads as the big fabric of lies we had fashioned finally began to unravel on us. For two years, we had maintained complete secrecy. Even our very closest friends, and our parents very closest friends, had no clue that we were lovers. We had done a very good job of keeping our secret contained. But now it was out. It was outside the family. We trusted Maria with our lives and we knew she would never tell anyone -- not even Tony -- without our permission. But we could also see that eventually -- if we were to stay together -- that it would have to start coming out. We couldn't spend our entire lives hiding in our parents house, living in a make-believe world. We laid awake much of the night. We were nude and we tenderly kissed and caressed each other's bodies, but we did not make love. Although we had not had sex in a week, we were not in the mood for sex. We were just in the mood for "hearts talking," and clinging to each other as we fearfully awaited the coming year. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Eleven By Thor4u Our senior year didn't fly by like we had expected. As it unfolded, it seemed to crawl, but in the end, we looked back and asked where it all went. The first half of the year was marked by three major events, and a lot of fun times. Event One occurred on the first football weekend of the year when Kim, Maria, and I sat a startled Tony down in Kim and Maria's off-campus apartment and told him the truth. Tony was as happy as I had ever seen him. He gave me a huge embrazzo, and said that this now meant that we were going to be brothers. From that day forward, Tony has called me "Bro." The new openness, and the off-campus apartment, now meant that we had a lot of freedom to just be ourselves. It was really almost like Kim and I had our own home. Whenever I visited, I slept with Kim just like we did at home. We were not together every weekend, but usually two weekends out of each month, either Kim was home in Jax or I was visiting her in Gainesville. Event Two was a trip to Miami for Thanksgiving; we had a wonderful time. There were no big parties this time, and no Lambada's, but we did enjoy a huge Thanksgiving dinner and a wonderful weekend. Kim stayed with Maria, and I stayed at Tony's apartment. On the way home, we smiled as we drove past the Hilton, but we didn't stop. But we did go crazy when we got back home, immediately jumping into bed and staying there all night. I also devised a new cover. Actually, I didn't plan it, it just sort of evolved naturally. I began to casually "date" Victoria Clarke. It started with a football game on a Thursday night, just like I had with Cassie. I told Kim about it and she was fine. Then about three weeks later, Victoria invited me to a house party one of her friends was having. I accepted, but Victoria said we should have a hamburger together and talk about it. So we did. We went to McDonalds near school for lunch one day and talked while we ate. Victoria said she was not ready for a boyfriend, and didn't want me to take anything the wrong way. We were good friends by now and I understood. She said she had led a sheltered life and had purposely kept herself out of the social activities. But this was her senior year, and she wanted to have a more normal, more well-rounded life. She wanted to have some fun. She made it very clear that she liked me as a good friend, but wasn't talking about romance or sex. She just wanted a trusted companion to accompany her to school and social functions once in a while. I told Victoria that was fine with me. I told her I already had a girlfriend who was going to school at the University of Florida, and of course she immediately assumed it was Cassie, who had graduated and was now there in college. (Cass never got into Kim's sorority, by the way. I don't know what happened. I think Kim knows, but I've never asked her.) Victoria and I went to several football games and three or four parties that fall. Everybody knew we were just friends, and most people assumed that Cassie and I were still an item because she and Kim and I frequently were spotted together on weekends. At parties, Victoria and I never danced together. I sometimes danced with other girls, but she never danced at all. It was not unusual for us to arrive together, split up and go spend time with different groups of friends for most of the night and then get back together just before it was time to leave. Our friendship continued to grow, but I was more of a ride than a boyfriend. That was perfect for both of us and we had a lot of fun together. We never kissed -- Hell, we never even held hands! ****** The fall semester was the busiest time of the year in another way. It was a time of frequent travel as Jason and Kim evaluated colleges and plodded through the difficult decision-making process, trying to decide what to do next with their lives. Oddly, Kim never considered staying at the University of Florida, despite the fact that they had an excellent law school. Kim never confronted the reasons for that mindset until very, very late in the decision process, but one of the key unspoken factors was that Jason was leaning strongly toward Gainesville for college. For reasons they neither discussed nor understood until after both had made their decisions, both Jason and Kim approached this phase of their lives as a moment of separation and a moving on. They talked about managing the separation often, but there was a growing feeling in both of them that life would somehow evolve into a new and different pattern. Neither knew what that meant for them as a couple, but they both approached this difficult process separately right from the start. Kim initially had three law school prospects - Harvard in Boston, Columbia in New York City, and Jack's alma mater, Stanford, outside of San Francisco. She visited all three during the fall and quickly eliminated Columbia. It was the old story -- New York is a great place to visit, but who would want to live there? Each time she returned home, Kim regaled Jason with her impressions of the schools and surrounding communities. She loved both Boston and San Francisco, and the two schools were probably the two best law schools in the country. With her academic prowess and LSAT scores, Kim was a lock for either one. Jason, as you might expect, was not as clear about his career objectives. He was leaning toward either business or the Foreign Service. The thought that Jason might someday be posted to Kathmandu or some similar place scared the hell out of Kim, but she encouraged him anyway. It was typical of the two that, although they struggled to stay together, they also accepted the idea that each had to choose their own path. The fact that those paths would inevitably diverge and possibly pull them apart was just a fact of life. So Jason's early inclinations for college were the University of Florida and Georgetown University in Washington, D.C.. Since childhood, Jason had always assumed that he would go to college at Florida. Despite the fact that his lovely mother was a graduate of Florida State, like many North Florida kids, Jason had always considered himself a Gator, and had never really considered another university until his senior year in high school. He looked at Georgetown because it was the pre-imminent school for foreign service candidates there was no place else to go. Jason liked the school when he visited it that fall, and absolutely loved Washington. What an interesting, exciting place to be! But, in the end, when he considered a lifetime of postings to the backwaters of the world as a diplomat, Jason scrapped the foreign service idea, and Georgetown was eliminated. Victoria Clarke wanted to be a doctor, and she was going to Duke University in Durham, N.C.. Victoria encouraged Jason to look at Duke, and he did. It was one of America's great universities, a university so good it is insulted to be called the "Harvard of the South." In many disciplines, Duke was better than Harvard. And the community surrounding Duke is one of America's real treasures, only recently discovered by American business. Jason was also interested in the University of Miami. That's blasphemy for a lifelong Gator, but he loved the town and the university had an excellent business school. And he had friends there -- La Familia Garcia. With Kim thousands of miles away, friends would be good to have. He got a packet of information from the school, but did not visit there until the second semester. So, gradually, two short lists emerged. Kim's was, in order, Stanford and Harvard, although there was little difference in her feelings toward the two. She and her father Jack scheduled week-long return visits to each during Spring Break. Jason's list was the University of Florida; Miami, maybe...maybe a possibility; and Duke certainly worthy of consideration, but not a prime candidate. In fact, Jason was pretty much decided on going to Gainesville, and was awaiting his acceptance letter in January. The semester culminated in the biggest event of all -- Christmas at home. Jason had been so preoccupied with everything else that he procrastinated in getting Kim a proper Christmas present. What he really wanted to get her -- for Christmas, her birthday in April, and finally, for a graduation present -- was an engagement ring. But the ever-wise Betsy, Jason's beautiful mother, vetoed the idea each time. Absolutely not. Betsy knew two things: that Jason was desperately trying to cling to Kim, and that Kim would never accept an engagement ring from Jason. Jason was sweet, and the idea was very sincere, but it was wrong. Not wrong-hearted, but wrong-headed. Maria, after a series of frantic telephone calls, saved the day. Maria had several relatives in the jewelry business in Miami. She had one of them design a simple but elegant ring for Kim. The jeweler faxed a drawing of how the ring would look, Jason and Betsy approved it, and the ring arrived via FedEx on December 23. It was magnificent! The ring was a delicate gold band which formed two letters intertwined, J and K. It was perfect. When Kim opened her gift, her mouth dropped open with surprise and excitement. Then her eyes filled with tears. She was so touched she couldn't even hug Jason for several minutes. When she finally did, she almost broke his neck. Now Jason had Kim's gold necklace, and she had his ring, to remind them of each other when they were apart. Kim wore that ring every day until her wedding day -- including during the wedding ceremony itself. "Something Old, Something New; Something Borrowed, Something Blue..." The ring was Kim's "something old," a treasured reminder of the most important thing in her life prior to her marriage. ********** I was so happy to see Kim's face light up with joy when she saw the ring! She was so overcome with emotion that she couldn't even speak for several minutes. She just cried and cried. But they were happy tears. The time for sadness was not yet upon us. Then, after almost strangling me with a viscous hug, Kim gave me my present. There was a beautiful, mushy Christmas card "To The Man I Love...with all my heart, all my soul, all my being...now and forever," it started. Then inside Kim had written simply, "Kim and Jason. Lover's Tonight, Lover's Forever." I had no idea what this present was going to be. But as soon as I opened the big box, I knew it was going to be a gag gift. The big box contained another, smaller box. And another. And another. Finally, I worked my way to the smallest box...it was a cologne box. But it was full of cotton balls! I dug through the cotton balls with my fingers and finally struck something small and hard. It was a simple gold ring. A simple band of gold formed two intertwined letters, K and J. It was the mirror image of Kim's ring -- designed by the same jeweler, but in a more masculine style. It was -- and still is -- the most wonderful Christmas present I ever received. I cried unashamed, and then we had a big family hug: Kim and Jason, Jack and Mom, all hugging happily together. I have worn that ring every day since that happy Christmas. (Yes, I'm wearing it now, as I type this.) This beautiful ring is my constant reminder of my beloved sister, my wonderful, loving and supportive family, and that last unforgettable Christmas at home together. The ring still occasionally brings tears to my eyes. Although in future years we would both return home often for Christmas, this was really our last Christmas as a family unit, and remains one of the most precious memories of our lives. *********** After Christmas dinner and the opening of presents, and a lot of happy, excited talk, Jack and Betsy went upstairs to bed. Kim and Jason went out to the pool deck. They talked for a short time, both expressing their gratitude, happiness and a fierce determination to get even with Maria for finessing both of them into getting each other the absolutely perfect gifts! Maria had been deliberate and cautious in accepting Kim as her "hermana." But once she decided, Maria constantly surprised Kim with fresh expressions of sisterly love in its best sense. These two rings, although profoundly important to both Kim and Jason, were just one more example of what true family meant to this beautiful, dark-eyed Cuban woman. Maria was a real treasure! Then the conversation turned to Kim and Jason. They had been so busy with study, traveling and the decision process that they had neglected Kim and Jason. There was only one thing to do. They let their hearts take over and talk it out. After a nearly interminable kiss, they walked back up the steps to the house and into "our room." As close as Jason and Kim were emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually, they were always even closer sexually. Although they shared so much as brother and sister, and as friends and confidants, their love was always also an intensely sexual relationship. They were never happier, never more attuned to each other, never more eager to love and please each other than when they made love. Although they both loved hard, playful sex, there was no fucking that Christmas night. There was only tender, delicious lovemaking. Kim started by giving Jason a tender "kiss." They had devised a code for some sex acts and "kiss" was their code for sweet, loving oral sex. The code for rock-and- roll oral sex was "blow me" or "eat me!" depending on who the requesting party was. But tonight, Kim kissed Jason sweetly. She made it last a long time, alternating between tingling licks up and down the shaft of his big cock, and light sucking. No longer a novice, she tantalized him exquisitely. She teased and tempted him with momentary interludes of head-bobbing, but then backed off to tender licking. She stopped and stroked his mighty cock as she readjusted her position and gave him a long and loving kiss on the lips. Finally, when she was good and ready, Kim slowly brought Jason to the edge of ecstacy, and then beyond. He gushed his sweet seed for a long time and Kim never missed a drop. Without having to be asked, Jason gave Kim what he knew she wanted. He delicately licked her sweet vagina until it became hot and juicy. Kim did not like to be played with at times like this, and Jason knew that. He expertly brought her to a roaring climax, licking and sucking her happy clit tenderly. It was one the biggest climaxes Kim had ever enjoyed. Then, they spent the rest of the night snuggling and kissing, interspersed with several close, warm, and loving couplings. Each time they made love, they gazed into each other's eyes throughout the intercourse, and made love slowly, quietly and tenderly. It was a beautiful night. In the earlier conversation at poolside, Kim and Jason's hearts had told them to spend a lot of time in "our room" over the rest of the Christmas break, and they did. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Twelve By Thor4u The final half of their senior years was a blur. There was just too much going on, too much happening, too many pressures, too many forces pulling Jason and Kim this way and that. A lot of things were fun. Some of the periods were excruciating. One of Jason's most memorable times was either hilarious or terrifying, depending on who you were. Kim's schedule for her last semester at Florida included no Monday classes. So she typically stayed in Gainesville with Maria on Friday night, and then came home on Saturday morning. If Jason was going to Gainesville to visit, he would also go on Saturday morning and return home Monday, skipping school allegedly to look into college matters. Jason was a straight-A student, so nobody at his high school minded. One Friday night, Jason took Victoria Clarke to a school basketball game, and then to a school dance afterwards. Since he was the sports reporter for the school paper, Jason went to the locker room after the team's last-second victory to get some triumphant interviews with the coach and key players. The dance was already well underway by the time Jason got there. He looked for Victoria. Now Victoria Clarke had made some very gradual changes during her senior year. The most important was a change in her mode of dress. Victoria would never wear anything overtly sexy, but she dressed in much nicer, current high school styles, and also began wearing light makeup. Victoria was a pretty girl, and had a very nice body, but she was just a little plain and a little shy. Victoria's classmates thought she was getting prettier as the year went on; actually, she was just letting more of her prettiness show. Victoria was also very polite, and very tolerant of others...no matter what their reputation was. There were some social defense mechanisms Victoria, in her sheltered life, had never picked up. And that brings us to Henry Ross. Henry was a very friendly, outgoing, hysterically-funny, round Jewish person. He was one of the nicest kids in the whole school and would do anything to help anyone he knew. Henry was also a straight-A student, was going to Yale, and spent a lot of time tutoring others who were not as intellectually blessed as he was. Henry just had this one little problem. Henry -- short, fat, bespectacled and socially awkward -- was the horniest kid in the school. Maybe in the history of the school. And as a graduating senior, Henry had been on a mission all year to 1) get a girlfriend, and 2) to fuck her. Henry also had another problem -- he had a grossly exaggerated opinion of his own attractiveness and charisma, which led him to make a series of awful mistakes. Henry was a good guy, but if any female talked to him more than once, Henry became convinced that she was in love with him and hungry for his body. Not only that, Henry talked about it! Finally, about three weeks prior to this dance, Henry had told some friends one of the cheerleaders was after him, was going to dump her boyfriend, and had already told Henry she wanted to fuck him. Henry's friends laughed it off as just another "Henry story," but the boyfriend didn't. He hunted Henry down and punched him out. Henry's black eye had just finished healing the night of this dance. So when Henry asked Victoria to dance, her naive politeness and tolerance, as well as her sympathy for poor Henry, made her accept. Neither Victoria nor Henry were gifted dancers, so there was a lot of bumbling and stumbling. They started out with a pretty good amount of separation between their bodies, but after a few missteps, Henry had maneuvered Victoria close to him. And she didn't pull away! She liked it!!! As Henry moved awkwardly around the dance floor, the beautiful Victoria matched his every motion!!!! Henry was in heaven. He already knew she liked him. He had always suspected she was hot for him, due to her warmth and sweet smiles when they were together, but now he knew for sure! When the song ended and was followed by another slow song, Henry kept hold of Victoria's hand and they began to dance again. By now, Henry's happy little putz was on full alert! He had, for Henry, a mighty erection! He tentatively pressed his hard, average-sized cock against Victoria's crotch. She seemed to stiffen a little, but didn't move away. He pressed again! She moved away, but when Henry pulled her back to him she didn't resist. And she didn't complain! He pressed again, and all she said was "Oh Henry..." Henry knew the moment had come. He let go of Victoria's hand, and placed both of his pudgy little hands firmly on her buttocks. As Victoria gasped with what Henry took to be delight, he pulled her hot crotch firmly against his gleeful dick and began humping as hard as he could without being too obvious. Victoria placed both of her hands on his chest, clutching his meaty torso in ecstacy (or so Henry thought). Then Victoria shoved violently...as hard as she could! Henry stumbled backward, got his feet tangled up, and fell hard on his butt to the dance floor. Victoria, now completely panicked, turned and ran! Henry sat dazed from the force of the fall, and looked around in vain for Victoria. She had slipped through the throng, and now there was just a circle of kids around him, most of them laughing. Henry hadn't gone unnoticed! But then, Henry saw a flash of movement to his left. He heard a snarling girls voice say, "You disgusting little puke!" And he saw the kick coming. The kick wasn't coming from Victoria, and it wasn't an ordinary kick. It came from Megan Barnes, all-city forward on the girls soccer team, and a close friend of Victoria's. Henry rolled to his right quickly, but Megan was accustomed to kicking moving targets -- a lot smaller and faster-moving targets than Henry. The kick landed like a mule kick, with heavy impact on Henry's left shoulder-blade spinning him around for a complete revolution. As Henry came to rest, he saw Megan coming at him again. She had every intention of kicking his face in, and she was clearly capable of doing it. Fortunately for Henry, Megan's boyfriend grabbed her and restrained her long enough for Henry to get up and run out of the building. Henry couldn't lift his left arm higher than his shoulder for almost a month, and he never again appeared at a school function. He didn't even go to graduation. He went to class and he went home, a pathetic asterisk to everybody's high school memories. Meanwhile, Victoria Clarke ran through the crowd looking for shelter...looking for refuge...looking for safety...looking for Jason. ********** The PA system was playing a ballad when I entered the room and began looking for Victoria. There was a hell of a ruckus on the dance floor, there was a big crowd gathered around, but they were all laughing like hell so I knew it wasn't a fight or anything like that. I didn't even see Victoria coming, but she ran up and grabbed my hand so fast she startled me. I had never held Victoria's hand before, but she was shaking it and pulling on me so hard, I thought she was kidding around. Without any real intent to do so, she pulled to the edge of the dance floor, so I reached out to dance with her. She threw herself in my arms, hugging me tightly. She was shaking so hard, I immediately knew this was not a passionate embrace -- something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Victoria...what's wrong?" I asked. She couldn't answer. She just shook violently as she buried her head into my neck. She had her very nice body pressed as tightly against me as possible, but I knew this was not a romantic moment. I could tell she was fighting hard to suppress sobs. I took one of her hands into a dancing position and began moving slowly to the music to minimize the effect this strange scene might have on on-lookers. I gently stroked her back and long hair and told her everything was okay. I told Victoria whatever had happened was over, and that she was safe now. That was exactly the reassurance she was looking for, and her shakes became less violent. "Victoria...what happened?" I whispered. Still shaking, and still fighting back tears, she managed to whisper back, "He HUMPED me!" "Humped you! Who humped you???" I didn't know what the hell this was about, but I was instantly furious. I went from zero to fighting mad, gonna-fuck-you-up, in less than a second. "Henry...Henry Ross." Victoria whispered. "I'll kill him!" I said as I tried to release Victoria to go look for Henry. "I'm gonna kick his horny little ass once and for all. He's had a good ass-beating coming for a long time!" "No you're NOT." Victoria exclaimed. "If you touch him, I'll never speak to you again. Besides...Megan already did. She kicked him all the way across the dance floor!" And then, as the humor of the 100-pound Megan drop-kicking the 200+ pound Henry sank in, we both started to laugh. Then, still dancing in my arms, Victoria told me the full story of Henry's stupidity. She didn't hate him, she just pitied the poor, pathetic little figure. It had been a very scary moment for Victoria, but she knew that Henry never would have done anything to hurt her. Another ballad followed and we stayed on the dance floor. Victoria never moved away from the close embrace until my cock started to get hard. "Jason!" She whispered angrily. "You stop that! Don't you turn into another Henry!" "I can't help it Victoria, it just happens to us guys -- we can't control it." "Does it happen with every girl you dance with?" "Uh...well, no. Not really. But ...uh" "Well then why is it happening with me? Are you trying to take advantage of our friendship, now that you've rescued me from the clutches of depravity?" "No! Really, Victoria...I'm sorry. Let's stop dancing." I pulled away and led her off the dance floor. I noticed Victoria steal a quick glance at my crotch, but in the dim light, she really couldn't see anything. We talked for a while and she finally calmed down. Kids have a sixth sense about times like these, and they give their peers a lot of space until everything's okay. Victoria was a very popular girl and a lot of her friends wanted to comfort her, but they knew she was right where she would want to be in a time of crisis ...holding on to my arm as we talked quietly, something she had never, ever done. Finally, when they saw that Victoria was okay, they came over. Megan, the undisputed heroine of the evening, was the first. She had earned the right. She got a big hug from Victoria -- and a high-five from me. Eventually, things settled down, although throughout the night a few stragglers came by to ask if it was true and offer their kind words. (Mostly to find out if it was true.) Strangely though, people pretty much left us alone. That was unusual for us; we usually circulated separately at parties, but tonight it seemed right. Late in the evening, Victoria remarked that it was weird that such a crazy event was what finally caused our first dance together. Then she suggested we dance one dance just because we wanted to, as friends, not as a safe refuge for her and a friendly obligation for me. I agreed. As a soft ballad began, we walked hand-in-hand onto the dance floor. We were still just good friends, but a lot of the kids were looking at us differently. As we started to dance, Victoria asked if I could control my hormones. I told her I would try, but it was quickly apparent that I would not be successful. My big cock gradually rose in my khakis. "Oh Jason..." Victoria said. It wasn't a passionate sigh; it was disappointed resignation. "Vic...I'm sorry. I just can't help it. I guess all of the excitement, and the way you feel...I'm sorry...let's stop." I said. I really was disappointed. "No...if you can't help it, I'll just have to get used to it. I like you and I like dancing with you...I've wanted to for a long time, but never had the nerve to ask. I like the way you feel ...strong and firm, muscular -- not all fat and flabby like 'Lover Boy!'" Victoria was speaking calmly and seriously. She was nervous, but not really afraid. I got the feeling she was sizing this new situation up to see if it was manageable. I was right. "Jason...make me a promise, please?" "What?" "Promise me you will never try to press me sexually? I don't want that. I don't want a love affair, and I am scared to death of sex. Please don't try to press me into anything like that?" "I won't. I think you already know I would never do that." "Yes, I think I do...but you never know. Kids our age...the hormones get flowing, you never know. Look at poor Henry. He would never have done anything to hurt me, but look what happened with him." "That won't happen with us. I have a lot more control than Henry." "I hope so. I really enjoy our friendship...and I'd hate to lose it." Victoria said, leaving no doubt that immediate termination of this close friendship would be the sure reward for any transgressions. "No problem, really." "And Jason...my name is Victoria." She said. "But I really like it when you call me 'Vic.' I hate Vicky, and I wouldn't want anybody else to call me a nickname, but it sounds right when you do it." So we became Jase and Vic, the inseparable friends. We danced at parties. We held hands going to and from the dance floor. Vic sometimes took my arm as we walked, or talked with friends. But we never kissed. Well...almost never...not until much later. ********* I made two campus visits that semester, both for just a few days during my Spring Break. My break did not coincide with Kim's, so when I was on break, the University of Florida was in session. But it was during a lull in classes around midterms. Kim and Maria, being graduating seniors, were winding down and they either did not have midterms or made arrangements to take them early so they could take a week off for another visit to Miami. So when I got to Gainesville, although I stayed at Kim's apartment, it was a very lonely place. I visited a lot of offices and did the usual prospective student thing, but every corner unveiled another memory. These memories were minor things, long removed from my conscious mind. Over there was the billiards room where Kim and I spent all night playing pool with Maria and Tony. Careful, here comes the intersection where I almost had an accident because Kim was nibbling on my neck as we drove to a football game! There's the Administration Building where Kim's uncle presides over admissions ...remember the joyous news that she was transferring to Florida to be closer to me? And there was the Gainesville Hilton where we had spent so many happy nights when Kim still lived in the dorms. Everywhere I went, there were memories. Right now, they were happy memories, but how would they be when I was living here and Kim was 2,000 or 3,000 miles away? I knew the answer -- they would be painful...very painful. I also visited the University of Miami. I didn't tell anyone but Mom I was going to Miami and I stayed in a small motel near campus, far from the Garcia mansion on Star Island. I did that because I knew Kim and Maria were also in Miami. I wanted to take a look at this school on my own. To see it through my own eyes. I liked the school -- The U, as they call it in Miami. (There are several fine universities in Miami -- Miami's not even the biggest -- but there is only one U.) The campus is nothing special, certainly not half as nice as the campus at Gainesville. But I liked the flavor of the place. Florida had students from all over the world, but the percentages were nothing like they were here. At Florida, international students were lost in a sea of Americans; here, they were everywhere. That gave the place a special flavor, and to someone interested in international trade, it was a tasty flavor. There were also a huge number of pretty wealthy kids at Miami. I didn't especially like that, because some of them had major chips on their shoulders. They reminded me of Maurice Gibb's thoughtful little pep talk to Kim on her first visit to Miami. But there were also a good number of kids who were just normal folks. And it did not escape my practiced eye that the ratio of truly gorgeous babes at the Coral Gables campus was far higher than at Gainesville! I stayed at Miami for four days. By the time I left, I had something to think about...really think about. ******** Due to some scheduling conflict, Kim changed her plans to visit Harvard and Stanford. She went to Harvard with her father one weekend in mid-February. It was sleeting and bitter cold as the Nor'easter roared through Boston. But Kim still loved the school. It had so much tradition, such a great reputation. One reputation it didn't have, though, troubled Kim. It did not have a reputation for being female-friendly. As a matter of fact, it had just the opposite reputation and the reasons for this bad rep were readily apparent each time Kim visited. If ever there was an "old-boys school," Harvard Law was certainly it! But there was no question that this was one of the world's great universities. Kim made arrangements to visit Stanford late in the year -- in May. Betsy and Jack were both going with her, and it looked like Stanford was beginning to emerge as THE choice. Great! Three thousand miles away! As luck would have it, this trip coincided with Jason's Senior Prom. Betsy wanted to reschedule, or not go, but Jason insisted. He no longer needed his mother's help dressing for a date. And although it would have been fun to have her fuss over him, it was more important that she enjoy the trip to San Francisco...a city she had always wanted to visit. So Jason was left on his own for a long weekend. ********* At Kim's insistence, I had asked Victoria to the prom months previously. I had just assumed that we would go together, but Kim chewed me out and told me never to take a woman, or especially her feelings, for granted. She told me if I ever took her feelings for granted, I would be in big trouble. Then she took me to bed and proved once again that I wasn't in trouble yet. God, I love that woman! As the year wore on, and especially as the Prom approached, Victoria and I became closer. Not romantic, but closer. We talked long and often, and we talked about anything that came to mind (except Kim, of course!). One day, at lunch at McDonalds, Victoria broached a new subject...right out of the blue! "Jase...have you ever had sex?" She asked. I was shocked. I guess I just took it for granted. "Yes." "With Cassie? Oh! Scratch that! I had no right to ask that!" Victoria quickly caught her "mistake." "No! Not with Cass...never did, never will. We have never had that kind of relationship, Vic." "But she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Victoria asked. "You know, I was really expecting you to take HER to the prom, not me." "No, Vic. Cassie has never been my girlfriend. Cass and I have been friends since we were in diapers, but we've never been boyfriend/girlfriend. It may have looked that way, but really we were always just like you and I...just friends." "But I'm your favorite 'just friend,' aren't I?" Victoria teased. "Yes, as a matter of fact you are. No contest actually." I replied honestly. "Wow! I'm surprised. I always thought Cassie was so hot, and you guys have been together -- or at least everybody thought you were -- for two or three years!" Victoria said. "We have been friends, but in truth, we have never been close. I would never dream of telling Cass some of the stuff I've told you. Also, she wouldn't be interested in a lot of 'our stuff.' Cass is not real bright, you know." I said. "I know that," Victoria replied. "I always had some trouble figuring you two out -- I think most of the kids thought it was just sex. Guess we were wrong then?" "Yep...you couldn't have been more wrong." I answered. "Okay, I'll mind my own business. But Jase...can we talk about sex sometime? I have a lot of questions, and there are so many things I'm afraid of. I know I can trust you, and I think I'll probably find that my silly fears are just that...silly." Victoria, the school valedictorian, had her serious, studious face on. "Sure, whenever you want." I said. "Well, we have next period scheduled in the newspaper office, so let's have a little editorial conference right here! By the way, Jase, you know this is an academic discussion and that I'm not looking for any lab work..?" Victoria teased. "I understand. Okay...ask away." I replied. Victoria started slowly at first, asking how sex felt. I wasn't able to answer that one...you just have to feel it, and as far as I know, it feels different for everyone. Then she asked if it hurt and I jokingly told her not for me. Then I told her seriously that there was some pain the first time for the woman, but nothing major. We continued our discussion for about a half-hour, dealing mostly with relationships and how I felt toward my partner. Victoria asked if I had only had sex with my current girlfriend, or there had been others. She was surprised when I said there were others. She asked if I had ever had sex with a prostitute, and I said no. Victoria also asked if I had ever had sex with someone I didn't love...in other words, sex just for sex. She was surprised when I answered yes, but she wasn't put off by it. She asked me how I felt about the person at the time, and how I felt about her now. I told her truthfully that the person was a very special person in my life and that she was, and is still, a close friend. We didn't have any specific sexual discussions during this first little chat. But in later talks, from time to time Victoria would ask sexual questions and the content of the questions became more and more technically specific. After a couple of months of this kind of discussion, Victoria asked if I would like to make love to her. It was not a proposition, Victoria was just gathering information. I guess she was evaluating how others perceived her. I answered honestly that I found her very attractive in every way, and that certainly did not EXCLUDE sexual attraction, but I really wasn't looking for that, and I didn't think she was either. "Why, Jase? Don't you think Supervirgin is ready?" Victoria teased. "No Vic...I DON'T think you are ready. If you were ready, you wouldn't be asking these questions." I answered. "When will I be ready -- I'm not in any rush, don't take this the wrong way! But how will I know?" She asked. "You'll know! And don't let anybody push you into anything. I know you don't think that's possible, but you've never been in situations that would lead to sex. As far as I know, you've never even made out with a boy, have you?" I asked. "Only a couple of times in junior high when neither of us knew enough to be dangerous!" Victoria laughed. "Well, how did you feel then? Did you get excited? Did you get aroused?" I asked. "No, not aroused. I was excited, but that was fear, not sexual arousal. We weren't good enough kissers back then. I guess I'm still not." "Well, you will be. But just listen to your own mind, not your body parts. You'll be fine whenever you get ready. It's really the most natural thing in the world." I said, immediately aware of what a worldly stud I sounded like. I tried to take the edge off that arrogant statement by giving some friendly advice. "I'll tell you one thing, though. Don't do it until you are with someone you REALLY care about and that you REALLY trust. There's no need to rush into something that's not right. I know it seems like you're the only virgin in town, but you're certainly not, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Don't rush it. When it's right for you, it will be right." "But...getting back to me, Jase...do you like me in a sexual way?" She asked. "Yes...of course I do! Remember what happens whenever we dance?" I replied. "Yeah...but that's just because I'm a girl. It's not because you are thinking sexual thoughts about me." She countered. "It's NOT just that you're a girl! It's also how you feel when we dance. You are a very pretty girl and, except for my girlfriend, you are my best friend. I really like you very much. And, although you are modest and keep it covered up, you have a very nice body. I know a lot more about your body than most people because I get to feel it when we dance. I know it upsets you when I get hard, but that is happening because you just feel so damn good! I'll never pull a 'Henry Ross' on you, but that doesn't mean I'm not human. My erections are caused by the person you are, and the way you feel, not just the fact that you are a female." "Well, actually, Jase, your hardons don't upset me any more. I've gotten used to them and you've always been a perfect gentleman." Victoria said. "You getting hard makes me a little nervous, but the rest of you feels so nice, I'm pretty comfortable now. Dancing with you is really enjoyable for me...you're my best friend and I feel so close to you when we dance. But I also feel safe. I feel we're under control." I assured her we were, but I wondered. Then, just as suddenly as our sexual conversations had started, they abruptly stopped. It was like Victoria had all the questions that were bothering her answered, and she had moved on to other, more interesting topics. She was all wrapped up in getting ready for college, and so was I, and the subject of sex never came up again. ********* PROM NIGHT The night of the prom, Victoria asked me to meet her at the prom rather than pick her up. I didn't know what to make of that, but figured that she was just being safe. If she drove herself to the prom, she knew she had a ride home without any complications. There wouldn't have been any, but why else would she have done that? I got there on time, but Victoria was a little late. But when she walked in, everybody was pleasantly surprised! She was wearing a beautiful green satin gown. It was a slim cut, accentuating her thin body, nice hips and long legs. She had added a few highlights to her medium-blond hair, but she still wore it straight as she usually did. She wore just enough makeup to highlight her pretty face in the dim light of the ballroom. She was beautiful! But the thing that set her apart that night from the "old" Victoria Supervirgin occurred between the waist and neck! First of all, the dress was backless, dropping dangerously close to the top of her ass. And the neckline, although it did not really reveal a lot of bosom, plunged halfway between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. It was really low! Only a slight bit of her breasts showed, but they were quite a sight. Victoria was very nervous at first. As we danced our first dance, I told her how pretty she looked, and she said she couldn't believe she actually showed up wearing that dress. I told her it was beautiful and she was beautiful. "But is it sexy?" Victoria asked. I thought she was just joking, but one look in her eyes told me she wasn't. I pulled her tightly to me so she could easily feel my big hardon pressing against her crotch. "What do you think, Vic?" I teased. "I think you have some padding in your shorts, Jason Bradford!" She laughed. Then we relaxed and really had a wonderful time. Late in the Prom, Victoria surprised me again. With the driving arrangements, I figured we would be going home separately right after the prom was over at midnight. But Victoria asked if I had any curfew and was delighted to learn that my whole family was out of town. She said she had no curfew at all, and wanted to really enjoy the entire night, not just the formal, organized part of it. I quickly agreed. Throughout the rest of the night, many of our friends came over and invited us to various after-prom parties. We listened carefully to who, when and where. Between ourselves, we discussed which invitations to consider. Some we knew would be drinking parties, and neither of us were interested in that. Others would be drug parties...not interested. But most of them would be fine, and we had 3-4 offers that would be good, safe, and enjoyable parties to go to. As the invitations came in, Victoria just kept saying, "We'll see." We stayed through the last song, and danced it closely, savoring one last dance as best friends. We had enjoyed a very rewarding friendship, it had been a beautiful evening, and now it was almost time for this part of our lives to be over. But we still had some partying to do! So we left the big ballroom, and walked out into the lobby. Victoria suggested that we take her car, and she showed me a shortcut to the parking garage. However, as we rounded a corner and started down a broad hallway just off the hotel lobby, we came to a bank of elevators. Victoria stopped, looked around, and seeing no one we knew, pushed the "up" button! I stood there with my mouth hanging open until she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the elevator. We quickly went up to the 15th floor and into a room. Victoria closed the door, took me by the hand and led me to the window, where a spectacular panorama of the night lights of downtown Jacksonville spread out before us. This was why Vic wanted to meet me at the Prom! She had to check into the room first! "Jason...?" She asked. "Yes...?" I answered. "Will you make love to me tonight?" I almost fainted. "Are you sure? Are you ready??" I asked. "Oh yes. It has been a very special evening, I am with someone I really care about and really trust. I am sure. And I am ready." "This is all very sudden...what happened?" I gasped. "Nothing really. Just a young girl growing up, I guess." Victoria replied quietly. "I'm scared, but I'm curious. I want to experience sex before I go off, far away from home to college. I want to experience it safely, with someone I know will care for me, and be gentle with me...and also someone I trust completely." "Vic...this is a very serious decision. Are you really sure?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, Jason Bradford. I'm really sure. I've been sure for quite some time -- I just didn't want to screw you in the back seat of your Honda! I wanted it to be nice and special." "But Vic, you know about..." I almost said it! I was so shocked, I almost blurted Kim's name out! "...about my girlfriend! That's really a serious thing, and it's not going to change, regardless of anything we do tonight. Believe me, it's not!" "I know Jase. I'm not asking you to marry me, or even love me.," Victoria said very softly. "This is just about sex between two good friends. I never want anything more than tonight. It's enough for me that we care about each other and I trust you. I can't think of anyone else I could ever trust more than you to share this with...but I'm just asking for a one-night stand, Jase." Victoria paused for a second and then said quietly, "But I'm not going to beg, Jason. If you are uncomfortable, or if you don't feel that way about me, just walk out the door. We'll still be the best of friends either way." I gently took Victoria Clarke, beautiful woman and good friend, in my arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips. It was our first kiss in more than a year and a half of close friendship. "Ummmm. Nice." Said the valedictorian, analytically. I continued to kiss Victoria gently. I never said anything to her, and I didn't need to. She was a quick learner. Our kisses gradually warmed. Then, with her clinging tightly to me and breathing hard, the tongues started. They licked and probed, and explored excitedly. "Hey...I thought you said you weren't any good at this?" I teased. "Shut up, Jason." Victoria replied. We continued to kiss as we began undressing each other. She had to help me undress her, because her gown had some hidden snaps. And I had to help her because she had certainly never undressed a man before, least of all one wearing a tux! But we got it done! We stood before each other, me in my briefs, Victoria in just her panties. Victoria Clarke was incredibly gorgeous. She had a lovely body! She had good-sized and full breasts and at 18, of course, there was not even a hint of sag. They were beautifully formed and the nipples stuck out like beacons. She was very aroused, and I could see juices on her pubic hair. She was wet. To my surprise (and hers I think) Victoria enjoyed me looking at her. She knew my appreciation was genuine, and any lingering doubts about her own sexual attractiveness were dispelled when I told her she was absolutely beautiful. She smiled more happily than I had ever seen her smile. But when she saw my big cock, a look of palpable fear appeared for the first time. "Oh my God, Jason! Are all men that big???" She was clearly afraid. "No, Vic, but don't worry...I'll be very gentle. There will be a little pain at first, but I'll take extra care. You know I don't want to hurt you." "Yes, I know it will hurt when you break my hymen, but isn't that big thing going to hurt all the time?" Victoria was now openly fearful. "No...after the first little pain, I'll just go very gently. Your vagina will adapt, don't worry. Besides...you are already well-lubricated and I haven't even touched you yet." "Well, I brought some condoms. I want you to wear one. And I brought some stuff my Mom uses, called K-Y Jelly. It's supposed to be a lubricant, so if it hurts, I'm going to want you to stop and put some of that on." "Okay." I would have agreed to almost anything at that point as I looked at my beautiful friend basking in the night lights of the Jacksonville skyline. "Do I need to do anything to get you ready, Jase? Do you want me to do anything?" "What do you think," I said pointing at my raging hardon. "Oh, I know you're hard, but one of my girlfriends said her boyfriend likes a little suck to get him ready. Do you want me to try that?" Victoria Supervirgin asked. "Do you want to?" I asked in amazement. "If you want me to. This is not a charity fuck, Jase. I want you to love it as much as I do. Do you want me to?" She was dead serious. If Victoria the Valedictorian was going to do this, she was determined to do it well. "Well, yeah...I do like that." I said. (Oh Hell, let the woman have her way, I thought stoically...I mean if it's really that important to her...;-) Victoria knelt in front of me, told me her unnamed girlfriend had told her what to do, and began gently licking my big cock. She commented that my dick was way to big for her to take fully in her mouth, and she doubted that she would be able to excite me the way her girlfriend did her boyfriend, but she would try. Victoria has a small mouth, and with her inexperience she was not able to get much more than the head of my big cock in her mouth. But she did the best she could with that, and between her ardent licking of my balls and shaft and the gentle sucking of my head, she did a great job of getting me ready. For a rookie, she showed real promise, despite her obvious fear of my big dick. Once I was ready, I pulled away from her and put on a condom. I stopped her and laid her on the bed. I kissed and suckled her breasts gently until she was writhing on the bed. I removed her panties, and moved my face just an inch away from her sopping pussy. I breathed on her pussy lips, sending a shiver through her body. "Oh boy! Here comes the fun stuff!" she giggled happily. "Go ahead Jason, I'm not at all afraid of your tongue!" I licked Victoria gently to her first climax. It was quick and sharp, but very passionate. She bucked violently all the way through. When I was through and started to ask her how she liked it, she smiled broadly, shushed me and pulled me to her. I pressed my throbbing cock against the lips of her vagina. It eased in gently. I went very slowly. Victoria was very, very tight, but she was so well lubricated that I had no trouble entering her. I felt her hymen obstructing my entry, so I squeezed both of her hands tightly and pressed gently but persistently against the restriction. "OW! Oh...!? Was that it?" Victoria asked. "Was that all there is?" "Yeah, I think so. Let's see." I said as I slowly pushed past the hymen. "How's that?" "Ohmygod Jase!!!! That's wonderful! I thought this was going to hurt! That's just wonderful!" Victoria laughed. I slowly stroked into her, gradually putting more and more of my big cock in. She was so tight and so hot, it was difficult for me to hold back. Finally, before I really started making love to her, I had a big orgasm. Victoria jumped with surprise, but settled down as soon as I explained what had happened. She was very happy and kissed me lustily. I continued to gently probe the untouched regions of this beautiful friend's sex. As she got more comfortable, Victoria began to move with me carefully. Then, after a couple of minutes, her movements got more urgent. I told her to just relax and go with it, and she had a long, flowing climax. I asked if she wanted to rest, but she shook her head vigorously to indicate no. Again she kissed me hotly. By now, she had loosened up a little and was very, very slippery inside. I began to fuck her more vigorously, and as I did, she got a look of surprise on her face and began fucking me back. The harder I fucked, the bigger her smile got and the harder she fucked back. We shook the whole bed when we came together. The rest of the night was more of the same. I conducted Jason's One-On-One Sex School, and Victoria was my eager student. I showed her doggy-style and cowboy, and several other positions. We talked about and experienced the difference between lovemaking and fucking. Victoria liked both, but I immediately knew that she was a woman who liked fucking first and then long, slow, tender lovemaking for a long time after. She spent most of the night nestled in my arms, kissing my chest, my neck, my lips, whatever was handy. Victoria was really a cuddler! Victoria (no-longer Supervirgin) Clarke was a wonderful sex partner and I told her so often that night and repeatedly as the school year wore down. Two Families - The Teenage Years Chapter Thirteen - A Time for Goodbyes -- A Time for Beginnings By Thor4u When Mom, Jack, and Kim returned home, Stanford looked 99 %. Well Hell, I thought...that's not so bad...it's only 3,000 fucking miles away! We can commute twice a year or something! I listened to several hours of breathless explanations not only of the Cardinal campus, but also San Francisco. It sounded like a great city. Jack, whether consciously or subconsciously, had done a masterful selling job. Finally, Kim and I got some time alone and immediately trekked down to the pool. We kissed long and warm. It was wonderful to hold the only woman I had ever loved (other than my Mom, of course) in my arms again. But I was terribly sad. Kim sensed it immediately because our hearts weren't really talking...for the first time ever. "What Jason?" Kim asked. "What do you mean, what?" I responded. "What's bothering you, Jase?" Kim asked. "We have to talk," I said. We sat down and I started. "While you were gone, I did something you are not going to like. I've been thinking about it all weekend. You know I never could keep anything from you..." "You had sex with Victoria Clarke?" Kim asked. It was almost an interrogative statement, if there is such a thing. It certainly was not a wild guess. "Yes..." I said sadly, with my eyes downcast. "Okay...do you love her?" Kim asked quietly. "No, I don't. She's a really special girl. But no. We're just real good friends. I really hope we didn't screw that up after the Prom." "Is she good in bed?" "Kim! That's not really the point, is it?" "No, I guess not. But is she?" "Kim! She was a virgin! She was nice, but nothing to compare to you!" "Oh, I know that Jason ..."Kim chirped. "but I was just hoping you enjoyed it." "Like Christ enjoyed the last supper? What the hell is this? I'm telling you something serious and you are either making fun of it, or you are going way over the line! Did I ever ask you if that asshole Tony from the cruise was good in bed???" "No, but now that you brought it up, of course he was. Why do you think I kept that loser around for so long?" Kim was smiling, but her eyes were very serious. She continued, "How do you feel about having sex with Victoria, Jason?" Now I was starting to get mad. I should have cowered with my tail between my legs like a little puppy, but I didn't. I was certainly not ashamed of making love to Victoria, and I wasn't going to say I was. I told Kim it was a very nice evening, but she didn't need a play-by-play description of it. I told her we were both afraid of ruining a close friendship. And I told her that the agreement going in was for a one-night stand, that Victoria just wanted to experience sex before going away to college and she wanted me to teach her. Kim laughed. "Jase...poor Jase. Vicky loves you! She may not be able to tell you, she may not be able to even admit it herself, but she loves you. In her own way -- in a way that makes sense for her, and is probably good for her -- making love to you once, and only once, is probably the best way to experience that love. For both of you." "Kim. I don't love Victoria...and don't call her Vicky, she hates that. I love you. I love ONLY you. I've never loved anybody but you and I never will." "I hope 'never will' comes true, Jase, because God knows I love you!" Kim said earnestly. "I know you don't love Victoria...and I was expecting this to happen someday. I'm glad it happened with Victoria. She's a lovely, smart, classy girl; she's really wonderful. If I had to pick someone for my precious brother to hook up with, it would be Maria first, and Victoria second." "You were expecting this to happen?" I almost yelled. "Sure...Jase! I knew I couldn't have you exclusively forever! I expected this to happen. The only thing I was afraid of was that it would happen with that little slut Cassie. I couldn't have stood that, Jase." "Can you stand this?" I asked fearfully. "Yes, Jase..." she said cautiously, "but with a couple of qualifiers. One, be completely honest with yourself and me about your feelings for Victoria. Two, be completely honest with Vicky...I mean Victoria. And...lastly, big boy! Don't ever forget where the REALLY good stuff lives!!!!" With that Kim laughed. I was completely confused. Totally befuddled. I had just told the woman I loved that while she went out of town for one weekend, I boinked a high school classmate. And Kim is laughing. Call me stupid, but I just didn't get it. "Jason...think about it," Kim explained. "I've had boyfriends long before you. None since you, but several important ones before you. None of them are important to me now. You've had sex with Brenda, but except for the instructional value, that was not really important to you...or us. "But now, you've had a real girlfriend...a wonderful girlfriend! You chose her, not because she was a convenient cover story for you like Cassie, but because you liked her. She chose you because she saw the qualities we all admire in you -- your strength, your tenderness, your kindness, your character. And after long friendship, and I'm sure a lot of thought (at least on Victoria's part), you two ended up in bed. I'm sure it was very nice, and I hope you were as loving and gentle with her as I think you were. You have a real, quality relationship there, Jase! Whether you two admit it or not, this is a real romance!" "But Kim..." I interrupted. "But nothing! That's a good thing, Jase...don't you see that? Don't you think your friendship with Victoria is a good thing???" "Yes, of course I do. I'm scared to death sex may have ruined it." I answered truthfully. "Why, Jase? Has she said so? Has she acted any differently?" "Well, she called the next day to say she had a nice time, and would always remember our night together. That's very different for us...for her." "Sure, she has been through a very different, very exciting time. A most important rite of passage -- a sacred ritual, we women are brainwashed to believe! Actually, it's nothing more than a little momentary pain followed by a lifetime of pleasure, but at the time it's the most important moment in our lives. Guys just score, but to a girl, losing your virginity is a big damn deal. Of course she's different! "But that's not the question. The important question is not WHETHER your relationship is changed, but HOW it changes. You can never go back to being platonic friends -- you spent all night fucking, for God's sake! You can only go a couple of ways, and neither of them are bad for either one of you. You can become lovers -- either for the rest of the summer, or for longer -- or you can remain friends. But if you just remain friends, don't expect the relationship not to be changed. You have shared something very important, and very good. Even if you just remain friends, you will certainly be a different kind of friend. You will be much closer, much warmer. You are going to be loving friends, even if you never have sex again. That's okay...that's good for both of you." "But what about us, Kim?" I asked. "It's good for us, too, Jase. In fact, it's CRITICAL for us. Don't you remember our big discussions about Brenda? Remember that my main reason for wanting you to sleep with Brenda was so you would have something to compare 'us' with? Remember I said if you never had anybody but me, I would wonder for the rest of our time together how authentic and accurate your feelings for me were?" "Yes..." "Well I was wrong, Jase. Dead wrong. Brenda served no purpose whatsoever in that regard. She may be a walking sexual encyclopedia, and I'm sure she is wild in bed -- or on the hood of a car, for that matter -- but she was never anything more than sex ...and never would be to you. She was too old, much too old. And she acts like a slut most of the time. She's not a person you would have ever been attracted to, any more than you were attracted to Cassie once you got to really know her. Brenda was not a real test. "But Victoria is," Kim continued. "Victoria is everything any young man with half a brain could ever want. She is a real person, a real friend, and a real lover. She's legitimate...and that is good for both of us in the long run." "Well," I asked, "what do we do now? Where do we go from here?" "Well, Jase ..." Kim said softly. "I've been away for five days, and I've really missed you. I will sleep in my room if you want, but I really want to sleep with you tonight. I think we should go to bed." So we did. I have to say it felt weird. When I had sex with Brenda, and then Kim came home later, I never felt strange being with Kim. Or Brenda either. But this was different. Kim sensed that and we didn't make love that night. Well...not until the morning. When we did, it was the strangest thing! It felt just like old times! Vic and I had a long talk the next week. We talked for about an hour about the night and how special it had been to both of us. Vic said she did not ever want any more sex, but would treasure that night always. But most importantly, she said she really wanted to remain good friends. I agreed, and I told her what Kim had said -- that the friendship would probably never be the same, that it would be closer and more loving. Vic said she thought that was true, and that was okay with her, but she wasn't looking for someone to make out with or go to bed with. Good friendship, yes. Goodnight kisses, yes. Anything more, no. We agreed. Victoria was uncomfortable at the end of this discussion though. She said there was one thing that was bothering her. She wanted to know if I had told my mystery girlfriend about our night together. She was relieved when I said I had. She lightened up a lot and asked what the response was. I told her what Kim had said about her, and about this being my first real relationship other than my girlfriend, and that the relationship between Vic and I was actually as important to Kim and I as it was to Vic and I. I explained why. "Wow!" Victoria said. "You have a very bright girlfriend -- very wise! It's obviously NOT Cassie! And you're very lucky -- most girls would have dumped you on the spot, you know. She loves you enough that she is not going to let go of you. You're very lucky. Actually, Jase, you're both very lucky." And so it was with Victoria and I for the remainder of the school year. We "dated," we kissed goodnight, and our friendship grew stronger. But that's all. We are still close friends. ****** A couple of weeks after her return from Stanford, Kim and Maria made another trip to Miami. The purpose of this trip was ostensibly to firm up some final details for the big social event of the summer Maria and Tony's wedding! Kim was to be the Maid of Honor. Tony's brother was the Best Man. Jason had hoped to be a Groomsman, but Tony had so many close relatives, he had to choose them. He thoughtfully called Jason and explained the problem to him, and Jason understood. The wedding was scheduled for June 12th. When Kim returned to Jacksonville, she was all bubbly about what a wonderful, big wedding Maria had planned. It was really going to be something. But suddenly, there was something different about Kim. She was just happy and giddy all the time. Jason would like to have thought that it was because they had easily passed the "Victoria test." That seemed to make sense, because Kim and Jason had never been closer. But it seemed to be more than that. Jason asked his mother if she had noticed it and Betsy said she had, but couldn't really explain it. She thought it was possibly just because college was basically over for Kim, and she was happily preparing for graduation. ************ I learned the reason for Kim's behavior about a week before her graduation from college. Kim asked me to walk down to our poolside sanctuary with her. She said she had made her decision about law school, and asked if I had made mine about undergraduate. I told her I had, but was waiting to talk to her before I announced it to our parents. She said she had waited, too, and she wanted to tell me first. Kim told me quietly of her decision, and then I told her mine. With two years of pressure finally off, we hugged and kissed and laughed for a few minutes, as we adjusted to the news. That took some doing. We talked excitedly about the long and difficult decision process, and how we each had arrived at our choices. It was a very serious discussion about life goals, friends and family, and what was really most important to us. Then, we did what we always did...we sat down and started analyzing the new situation; tried to anticipate problems and develop solutions; and began the long and arduous attempt to manage the new situation that would rule our lives for the foreseeable future. As we talked practically about the most impractical of subjects, we snuggled lovingly on a pool lounge, occasionally nuzzling or kissing. After several hours of talking, our hearts talked one more time. This was a long, close talk...our hearts had a lot of plans to make, many difficult adjustments to make to accommodate our new reality. At last, we giggled happily as we stormed into Mom and Jack's bedroom, woke them out of a sound sleep, and gave them the news. They got up and we talked as a family until 4 AM, quickly fitting a bunch of pre-determined contingency plans together to match the needs of our final decisions. Finally, it was done. ******* GRADUATIONS After what seemed like an eternity, graduation approached. Kim's was first, and of course we all went over to Gainesville for the big day. We had actually moved all of Kim's stuff back to Jax the week before and it was packed in the garage for future shipment to law school. There's not much to say about Kim's graduation. It was too big, too many people, and way too long. But, like so many things in the past, we survived it and moved on. My graduation was a lot better. Victoria Clarke gave a beautiful Valedictory speech. Everyone was expecting a thoughtful, academic, philosophical speech from this beautiful and dazzlingly intelligent woman. Instead, Vic gave one of the warmest, most moving, most personal talks I have ever heard. There was even a "Jason" paragraph. It said no matter where we went, or what we did, we should always keep a special place in our hearts for our closest friends. Vic actually referred to it as "the Jason passage" in her speech, and said that each graduating senior had a "Jason" to take with them. After the graduation, there were hugs all around. I got hugs from Kim, who insisted on being first. Then, Mom, Brenda, Jack, Paul, and Cassie. Then came Vic. In front of everybody we shared a long, sweet, loving kiss. It was our last kiss. We are still friends, and we still exchange warm hugs when we meet, but that was our goodbye kiss. ********** Kim and I spent the rest of the summer making the final arrangements for the next phase of our lives. We attended Maria and Tony's wedding, of course, and it was spectacular. I won't bore you with the details; you know how La Familia parties by now. One of the reasons I hesitate to try to describe it is I just don't know where to start. Let me just say that this wedding put every other La Familia party to shame. Anyway...Kim and I stayed in Miami another week after the wedding. We stayed at the little motel near the University of Miami. I had decided to go to school at the U, and Kim helped me pick out a place to live. With her experience living both in a dorm and an off-campus apartment at the University of Florida, one thing Kim insisted on was plenty of room. We looked at a number of student apartments, but none of them were right. Too small, too run- down, too dirty ...the list of problems went on and on. Finally, in desperation, Kim called Octavio Garcia for advice. He put us in touch with his son, Jorge Garcia -- the one who had drunkenly hit on Kim during her first visit to Miami. (Yeah, the one Maria literally dragged out of the party by his ear!) Jorge, it turns out, runs one branch of the real estate part of the Garcia financial empire. Although Kim was a little apprehensive, she called Jorge. He immediately canceled his schedule for the rest of the day and came to meet us at a restaurant for lunch. He had already received a call from Octavio. Jorge was warm and gracious. He started by apologizing to Kim profusely, and was a gallant gentleman all day. He turned out to be a great guy who just had a bit too much booze under his belt on one isolated evening. Wrong place, wrong time kind of thing ...nothing more. "Okay, Jason! You're going to be a financial genius...how much can you afford to spend?" Jorge asked. "Well, we've been looking at student apartments in the $400-450 range. I don't want to spend a whole lot more than that, but I could go $500." I replied. "Hmmmm. Okay...another question. Are you handy? Can you fix things around a house, take care of the lawn, stuff like that?" Jorge asked. "Yeah, sure. I mean, I can't do electrical work or complicated plumbing, but I can paint and do normal maintenance stuff, sure." I answered. "Hmmm. Okay. Let's go! I have something to show you." He said quickly. Jorge drove us to a quiet residential neighborhood in Coral Gables, not far from the U. But this wasn't a student neighborhood, it was a nice middle-class looking area. He took us not to an apartment, but to a house that a realtor would describe as "...a charmer. A perfect starter home -- light and sunny, cute and cozy." The home had been built in the late 1920's. It was originally a two-bedroom, one bath home of typical South Florida frame and stucco construction. About 12 years previously, it had been updated. The owner had added a master bedroom suite which included a medium-sized bedroom, an enormous walk-in closet, and a separate master bathroom. He had also installed hardwood floors throughout and re-modeled the smaller of the original bedrooms into a partially glass-roofed solarium, a beautiful sun room which looked out onto the side yard of the house. So the house now featured one good-sized master bedroom, a second bedroom, two bathrooms, and the solarium. It wasn't new, but it was both spacious and spotless. Kim loved the house immediately. She knew that a college student didn't just sleep, drink and study. A student also needed a place to cook dinner, and a place to put his feet up on a coffee table and watch TV comfortably. She quickly pointed out that the spare bedroom and solarium were both perfect for study rooms, and she loved the small yard, as well as the ample room in the kitchen, dinette, and living room. She was right -- it was far better than anything we had seen, or even hoped to find. "How much?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer. Jorge thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Can you go to $530 a month -- for 12 months a year? I can't rent this just during the 9-month school year, but if you can take it for the whole year, I can do $530. That includes utilities, by the way." "YES!!! Oh God yes!" Kim yelled. Jorge looked at her quizzically and then at me. I nodded. "What about the lease?" "What lease Jason? We don't need a lease, unless you want one. You are going to pay $530 per month for 12 months. If you decide to move out, you will give me reasonable notice. I expect you to take good care of the property, and I know you will. I would never rent this house to a student...I own this house. But you are family, Jason. We don't need no stinking leases, compadre!" I later learned that the normal rent for a house like this was $1,900 to $2,100! Without utilities. The difference between the normal rental and what I paid was a "scholarship" from La Familia! ********* The rest of the summer flew by...too quickly, way too quickly. Kim and I became lovers like even we had never been. Not just in a sexual sense, but we were so together, so "one!" It was unbelievable. But no matter how we tried to prolong it, the inexorable tick of the clock continued day after day. July went by so fast I can't even remember a single thing we did. August did the same. And finally, the day we had looked forward to with so much hope, so much anticipation, and so much dread, was finally here. Nothing lasts forever, and long before we were ready, our final day at home with our loving parents arrived. We invited Paul, Brenda, and Cassie, as well as Victoria and her mother, over for an afternoon at the pool. They all came, and we had a great barbeque around the pool. Kim and Jack cooked burgers and fajitas! But we had announced that tomorrow was going to be a very long day for all of us, and everybody left right after dinner. Vic gave me a big hug, but we had already enjoyed our goodbye kiss at Graduation. Mom and Jack joined us for one last excited family chat, and then went to bed. We learned later that Mom cried herself to sleep. Kim and I cried too. We cried early and often as we sat by the pool that night and replayed most of our important times together. Not just the Kim/Jase times, but also a lot of the real early times when we were kids just getting to know each other during that first year of our parents marriage. We must have talked for three hours about being together for the last three years since that magic night on the cruise. We looked back fondly, both at the good times and the bad. Then...our hearts talked one last time by the pool. Again, they talked for a long, long time. ***** You know, they say that anything which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I think that may be true in many cases. I know for a fact that it was in our case. We had gained so much from our terrible, but wonderful, struggle -- both individually and jointly. We were so much stronger people as a result of what we went through. We were even stronger because the troubles were not something that had been thrust upon us they were burdens we had knowingly chosen to shoulder. It was a path we chose to venture down. We were scared to death of what tomorrow, and the next day, and the next thousand days, would bring. And I certainly wouldn't say we were confident. But I think we just had faith somehow ...faith in ourselves and faith in each other. Kim -- always the feelings person providing the perfect compliment to my analytical nature -- said it best. "Jase...do you remember the inscription on your Graduation Program?" She asked. Being a guy, of course I didn't. "It said, 'We have crossed the bay; the ocean lies beyond.' Somebody famous once said that, I forget who. That's where we are tonight, Jase. We have crossed a broad and treacherous bay, but a much larger, much more difficult ocean lies beyond. "But...we have strong ship in this family of ours. Very strong. And we have a good crew. You're a wonderful captain." "No, Kim, you're the heart of this ship," I corrected. "The heart at times, yes. And we share the navigator duties. But you're the captain, Jase...you have been for a long time. I follow you, and I do so happily. You're definitely the captain. We are going to be challenged now like we've never been before, but we are as ready as we ever will be. We just have to remember one simple thing every once in a while..." "What's that Kim?" "We have to remember to keep a firm hand on the tiller, Jase." "Oh yeah, of course." I knew Kim meant we had to stick to our course, like a sailor would be steering his boat firmly, but it hardly seemed profound. I looked at Kimmy and was greeted by a mischievous grin. I looked puzzled. "A firm hand on the tiller, Jase." Kim whispered...as she lovingly took my big cock in her hand and squeezed it. I couldn't help laughing as we happily bounced up the stairs and into the house. We made love beautifully. Just once. Just right. Then we repeated our sacred toast: "Kim and Jason. Jason and Kim. Lovers tonight, lovers forever." *********** Early the next morning, Jack, Brenda and Cass came over to say goodbye. There were a few tears and some quick hugs, and then we were off. I drove a rented truck loaded with stuff, towing my Honda behind me. My beautiful mother -- the other woman I love so deeply -- rode shotgun. We pulled out of the driveway, drove a couple of miles silently, and then pulled onto I-95 southbound, headed for Miami. Kim was going to drive her own car, but she was so emotional she asked Jack to drive. He had to rush back into the house because he was so excited he had forgotten his wallet, but he quickly returned. Kim smiled happily at this wonderful man -- her Dad -- as he drove her Beemer out of the familiar driveway... and into the rest of her life. Kim looked down the street where Mom and I had just disappeared around a corner and said a quick, silent prayer to wish me a safe journey, "Vaya con Dios, mi Amor! 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