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CHAPTER 47

Friday went by fast. I was a little worried that things might be
uncomfortable between Kelly and me, but aside from a couple of long
stares, she acted as though nothing had happened. After a couple of
fast morning runs I saw Tammy and Mrs. Rand on the bunny hill, and I
stopped to watch. 

Tammy had recovered enough from yesterday that she was back at it
again and her determination was amazing. But poor Mrs. Rand hadn't
been able to ski much, so I told her I would take over, and I spent
most of the rest of the day with Tammy. She was actually learning
pretty fast, and by the end of the day she was getting so good that we
went to some of the more advanced runs. It was great seeing her have
such a good time. 

At one point, we were taking a break and I teased her about falling
asleep during my massage the night before. She replied with something
that surprised and pleased me.

She said, "It was a wonderful massage. Every bone in my body ached.
But it was just like always, Pete. As soon as you touched me I felt
better.
I never feel better or safer then when I'm with you."

What she said affected me a lot. In spite of her background, she's
proved to everyone that she's smart, tough, and able to make her own
way in the world.
I know that she's all of those things, plus she's three years older
than I am. But when we're together, I feel like I'm the older one, and
I want to be the one that shields her, protects her and keeps her from
harm. 
I've come to accept her as a part of my life, and it's an odd but
welcome feeling to want to feel responsible for another person.

We skied a couple more runs, then Erin and Kelly showed up and we took
the shuttle back to the cabin.

Kristen called around eight o'clock, but we didn't talk long. She told
me about what went on at the shows, and then she asked me how Tammy
was doing. We didn't talk about 'us' at all, and I was actually glad.
She said that plans had changed, and she and Amy were coming home
together after Sunday night's performance. She would be in LA for
three days, and that she and Tomaso were going to cut a record. When I
asked if I should pick her up, she said not to bother, her dad would
send a car for them.

Around eleven o'clock I walked Tammy to her room and she pulled me
inside. We kissed, and she put her head on my chest for a minute.

She said, "I don't know the next time I'll be able to do that. I have
to make up my mind what to do about Tony."

She looked up at me and said, "He says he wants to marry me. What
should I do, Pete?"

I had been thinking about this, and although I wasn't pleased about
her being with someone else, it seemed that Tony was a pretty good
guy, and he said that he loved her. So I said, "I want to see you
happy. If Tony can make you happy, then you should be with him."

"He does, Pete. He does everything he can think of to make me happy.
The only thing that bothers me is his dedication to his work. It's the
most important thing in his life, and that's what bothers me. I want
to be the most important thing, and I'm afraid that after the newness
wears off, I'll just end up being 'Tony's wife', and he'll go back to
being a workaholic."

I knew that I didn't have an answer to that, so we just held each
other for a while. Then she said, "He still wants me to live with him.
I may do it and see how it goes."

I said, "Well, if you think it'll make you happy," but I was really
feeling a little jealous, and I had to force myself, not to advise her
against it. 

A final hug, and I slipped out of her room. The house was quiet, but
there was a light coming from the kitchen and I was thirsty, so I went
in to get some juice and found Marie sitting at the table, smoking.

I poured myself some juice and sat at the table with her.

 "I didn't know you smoked," I commented

"Just when I'm bored."

"You shouldn't have told your boyfriend to leave."

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a guy I see once in a while. Plus he
was pissed off at me. But while we're on the subject, are you finished
with that girl you've been going with?"

"I guess so. She wants things I can't give her right now."

"Like, commitment?"

"More! She wants to get married."

"I kinda figured it was something like that. How old is she?"

"Same age as you. Eighteen."

"And you're seventeen, right?"

"Uh-huh. By the way, how come you're out of school already?"

"My folks entered me in grammar school early, plus I skipped a grade."

"Oh! So you're a smart one, huh?"

"Not too smart. I can't seem to keep a boyfriend."

"Why was this one pissed off at you."

"Oh, it was just a personal problem, plus he's a jerk."

I looked at her for a minute. She is actually very good looking, and I
tried to imagine why guys weren't standing in line, waiting to get
dates with her.

I said, "That's weird. You're very pretty. What do you do to drive
them away?"

When I said, "pretty," her eyes flew open, and when I finished, she
said, "Thank you. That was very nice of you. No one has said that to
me for a while. No wonder Kelly has a crush on you." 

We sat in silence for a minute, then she said, "She hasn't tried
anything funny with you, has she?"

I was thinking that what Kelly tried was far from funny, but I
answered, "No. For crying out loud, she's only fourteen."

She stared at me for a few seconds, as though she was trying to figure
out if I was lying, then she said, "Well, just be careful. Girls can
do dumb things sometimes."

000

Saturday morning, we helped the Rand's straighten up the cabin, then I
called Mom to tell her that Tammy, Erin and I were on our way home.
She wasn't there, so I left a message, we loaded things up and got in
my car. 

A funny thing happened on the way home. It had been snowing all night,
and we slipped and slid our way to the main road where a group of cars
were stopped next to a patrol car. We were told that we either had to
put on chains, or we would have to wait for the snowplow and follow it
down the hill. I didn't have chains, but the Rand's did, so I helped
Mr. Rand put them on, and they went on ahead. 

While we were waiting for the snowplow, Erin and Tammy rooted around
in my glove box, found some tapes, and began singing along with the
music. Neither one could sing worth a darn, so I pretended to hold my
ears. So, naturally, they both sang louder, and even more off-key. It
was great watching two people that I love having such a good time. 

Then the snowplow got there and we followed it down the hill.

The funny thing that happened was, when we left the hill it was in the
mid twenties, and snowing. Less then an hour later we pulled into a
gas station. Two guys came out of the rest room dressed in swim
trunks, and got into a car with two surfboards strapped to the roof.
The temperature was in the seventies. I was beginning to really love
southern California.

When we got home, the house was empty, but Mom left a note, saying she
would be home later. Erin immediately ran to her room and called
Kelly. I shook my head. Tammy laughed, and said, "Don't ask. It's a
girl thing."

Tammy said she had to leave, but wanted to talk to me for a minute, so
she followed me into my bedroom. She closed the door behind her and
was suddenly in my arms. We kissed for a long time, and when she
finally pulled away, we were both flushed.

I said, "Can we get together for dinner tonight?"

She shook her head and said, "No Pete. You know what would happen, we
would end up in bed. I would love that, but it's time for me to grow
up and make up my mind what to do about Tony."

We kissed once more, and I was walking her to her car, when Mom drove
up. When she got out, her face was serious, and she said, "Let's get
into your car, Tammy. We have to talk, and I don't want Erin to hear
this."

We got into Tammy's car, and Mom was quiet for a minute. Then she
looked at Tammy and said, "Mr. Mariani and I have become friends
because of Pete and Kristen, and we talk once in a while. Something
disturbing happened this week, and I'm not sure what it is, but Tony
and his father are both angry about something. Especially Tony, and it
seems to have something to do with you and Pete."

Tammy and I looked at each other. We had been together for the last
few days, and although we had slept together one night, we hadn't had
sex.
What in the world could be wrong?

Then Mom continued, "I'm concerned about you two. I hate to ask this,
but have you done something that would make their family angry?"

I started to say something, but Tammy interrupted me, and said, "Mom,
you know that your family is like my own. Pete will tell you that the
reason I came here Wednesday, was to talk with you about Tony. I was
afraid something like this would happen. From the moment I met him,
he's been trying to overwhelm me. That's the reason I wanted some time
away from him. What went on while we were gone?"

Mom answered, "I came by the house Wednesday, and there was a message
from Tony asking me to call. When I finally got hold of him, he seemed
angry, and asked me where the two of you were. I told him that you had
gone skiing, and that you'd be back Saturday, and he hung up on me. I
tried to call his father and they said he was unavailable."

Tammy looked at mom for a minute, then she frowned and said, "I'll get
to the bottom of this and let you know what's happening."

As she drove off, mom looked at me, then she put her arm around me as
we went back into the house.

She hugged me a little tighter than usual, and I said, "Don't worry,
Mom, Tammy will get this straightened out."

"I'm not worried about this. Tammy can handle it. 

It wasn't what she said, it was the way she said it. She looked as
though something was on her mind.
 
I said, "Is something the matter?

"Amy is coming home tomorrow, and we have to get everyone ready for
school."

"Oh. Uhh, okay, is Dad coming home soon?"

"Yes, he'll be here Tuesday morning, and he'll be taking some time
off."

"Good. It'll be nice having him home."

Just then, Erin came out of her room and ran to Mom and started
telling her about the ski trip, so I went to the phone table to pick
up messages.

There was a call each from Alice and Molly, saying they would talk to
me next week. One was from Karen saying to call her when I got home,
and one from Bill saying the same thing.

With three teen-agers in the house, the phone table thing was
obviously not working out, so I told mom I was going to the store to
pick up an inexpensive answering machine. Erin started begging her to
get one for her too, so Mom handed me some cash, and told me to pick
up ones for both her and Amy. 

Erin came with me, and we drove to a local discount electronic store.
On the way there, Erin got kind of quiet. Finally she said, "Petey,
did you and Kelly, uhh, do anything at Big Bear?"

I try not to lie to my family. Sometimes, I might leave some things
out, or gloss over something, but this was a direct question. I knew
if I didn't answer truthfully it would come back to haunt me, because
I want Erin to be able to trust me. So I told her exactly what
happened.

When I finished, she sat quietly for a minute. Then she said, "That
explains why she acted a little weird. At first I thought it might be
because she found out that you and Marie had been fooling around. But
I knew that didn't happen, and I started thinking it might have been
her and you. I know how crazy she is about you,"

"Oh, c'mon sis. You know that it's just puppy love."

Her eyes flashed and she said, "So, you think we're just puppies?"

I realized I made a mistake, and I quickly said, "No, you are both
beautiful young women. But you are my sister and Kelly is like a
little sister too. I just can't imagine doing anything with either one
of you."

That seemed to satisfy her, but something she said bothered me, and I
asked, "Why are you so sure that nothing happened between Marie and
me?"

"Because she's having her period. That's one of the reasons her
boyfriend left. Everyone knows you can't have sex with a girl when
she's having her period."

Then she looked over at me and asked, "Can you Petey?"

It occurred to me that I didn't know, I had never been with a girl who
was having her period. But to keep Erin quiet, I said, "No, of course
not."

We pulled into the electronic store and went inside. It was one of
those huge stores that sell all kinds of equipment from computers to
refrigerators, and we asked a clerk where the answering machines were.
He pointed to an area in the back next to some big-screen TVs, and we
went over and began looking around. There were too many to choose
from, so I looked around for a salesperson. There was a desk where
some people were gathered doing paperwork. They were wearing shirts
with the store's emblem on them, so I went over. A tall girl caught my
eye. She was looking down, writing something, and her long brown hair
was covering part of her face. She looked somehow familiar and I went
up to her. When I got close enough to see her name badge. I stood
there until she looked up, and I said, "Hi Nell." 

In the time it took her to look at me, it occurred to me, how could a
girl who runs in rich circles like she does, work as a clerk? 

At first she didn't recognize me; then her eyes narrowed slightly and
it looked like she blushed! Then she turned toward me and said, "Hi
Pete. It's nice to see you again. Can I help you with something?"


"Uhh yes. My sister and I are looking for answering machines. Can you
get someone to help us?"

She said, "I can help you, follow me," and we went to the area where
Erin was standing. When we got there, Erin looked at us, and I said,
"Erin, this is Nell. She's a friend of mine."

Erin looked at her nametag and said, "Hi Nell, do you go to the same
high school as we do?"

I suddenly remembered that until just then she thought I was an older,
rich, businessperson. For a few seconds I was a little embarrassed,
then, for some reason it struck me funny, and I began to grin. 

After a few seconds she started to grin back, and we stood there
looking at each other until Erin said, "Uhh, guys. What's going on?"

We both stammered, "Oh nothing," and Nell proceeded to help us pick
out the machines. 

While she was writing them up, Erin walked over to look at the big
screen TVs, so I said to Nell, "Are you disappointed that you spent
the night drinking beer with a high school kid?"

She stopped writing and said, "Surprised, yes. Disappointed, no. I had
a good time that night. Are you disappointed that I work in a retail
store?"

Taking a lead from her, I said, "Surprised, yes. Disappointed, no. It
makes you seem more real, and I think we should get together over
coffee and talk about it."

She looked warily at me and said, "I thought you and Kristen were
married or something?"

"No, that was just to fool the reporters."

She finished the paperwork and handed it to me, then she stood in
front of me and said, "Okay, Pete, what do you want from me?"

It caught me off guard and I wasn't quite sure what she meant, so I
stammered, "Uhh, well, I uhh --"

She grinned slightly and said, "C'mon Pete. Tell me what you want. Do
you want to just talk to me or do you want to figure out a way to get
me into bed?"

I finally got my wits about me, and I answered, "Well, hopefully both.
But, why don't we start out with coffee first?"

Her grin was bigger now, and she scribbled something on a piece of
paper, stuck it in my shirt pocket, and walked back to the desk.

While I was waiting in line to pay for the machines, I looked at the
paper.
On it was a phone number and a drawing of a steaming coffee cup.

When we got home, mom was on the phone, so Erin and I began hooking up
our answering machines. The installation was easy, so I thought I'd
hook up Amy's too. When I went into her room I saw that Mom had put
her messages on her nightstand. There were quite a few of them, and
curiosity got the best of me. I started looking through them. Most
were from the kids at school, but there were a bunch from Wayne, the
tennis instructor. It looked like he had called every day, and each
one said that he missed her and couldn't wait for her to come home.


I considered throwing them away. But I knew that if she found out she
would kill me, so I left them alone. But I didn't like him, and I
promised myself that I would talk to her about him when she got home.

I was sitting there with the notes in my hand when mom came in. She
said, "Pete! Put those down! They're not your business, and I don't
ever want to see you touch Amy's private things again! Now get your
sister and come into the kitchen. I want to talk to the two of you."

Embarrassed, I went and got Erin, and we went into the kitchen. The
dinner table was set, and I noticed there was an extra plate. Mom saw
me looking, and said, "Tammy is having dinner with us. She'll be here
in a few minutes. Before she gets here, I want to talk to the two of
you.
Some things have happened, and I want you both to be present when we
talk about them. I want to show you what can happen when people's
feelings are involved. You're getting to an age when your actions have
consequences, and the older you get, the more you have to think about
how things affect other people before you do them.  

Just then the doorbell rang and a very angry-looking Tammy came in,
carrying a large envelope.

Mom told her to put it down while we ate dinner, and she slammed it
down on the floor next to her chair. We ate quietly, and after we
finished, Mom asked her to open it.  

She did so, and she spread out a bunch of eight by ten photos and some
papers. Mom nodded to them, and said to me, "Take a look."

All the pictures were time-stamped. The top one was a shot of Tammy
standing at our front door, the next one was of us getting into my
car, and a bunch of them were taken through the windows of the
restaurant where we had dinner. One showed us eating and the rest were
when we were dancing. There were a few showing Tammy and the other guy
dancing, but the rest were of her and me. Then there were two of her
hugging me. The next shot was when we went back to the house. Then,
one of the house with the lights on and another with the lights off. 
The next one showed us loading ski clothes into the car the next
morning, and another showed us driving off. The final one showed us on
the freeway on ramp. Then there was a page describing how the
photographer followed Tammy to our house, and how she had been there
the whole night. Then he talked about us getting to the car the next
morning and how he followed us to the freeway, where he was involved
in a minor traffic accident and lost us.

Tammy was seething. I had never seen her this angry before, and it was
surprising. I had often talked with her about things that had gone on
in her life, and although she might be angry about certain things that
had happened, there was always a touch of hopelessness connected with
the conversations. It was as though she thought she was in some way
responsible for what was happening. 

But that was before. This was a different person. This person was an
aware, confident woman, and she was pissed off about the invasion of
her privacy.

I said, "Where did you get these?"

"I went to Tony's house to find out why he hung up on mom, and he
showed them to me. He said that when I told him that I wanted some
time away from him, he got suspicious. He thought I might be seeing
someone else, so he had me followed."

"Where did he get that idea?"

"I don't know. It might have been because of something Kristen said. 
He said that she told him that whenever you and I were together, we
acted strangely. And when you broke up with her on the phone, he
suspected it might be because we were having an affair. And when he
saw these pictures, he was sure of it."

"But didn't you tell him that we didn't do anything wrong?"

"Umm, actually no. I was so mad at him, I punched him in the nose and
he fell off the chair. One of his goons came running in, and while
they were looking for a towel to stop the bleeding, I grabbed the
pictures and left."

I heard a kind of snort, and looked at Mom. She had her hand over her
mouth and was shaking her head. She seemed to be laughing, but she
stopped and said to Tammy, "So nothing went on between you two?"

I put my hand on top of Tammy's and I said, "Nothing that we're
ashamed of, and nothing that Tony should worry about."

Mom said, "And that goes for the time you spent in Big Bear as well?" 

We both shook our heads, and Tammy said, "Yes, Mom. Nothing happened
there either."

Mom looked at Tammy and said, "Honey, how do you feel about Tony?"

Tammy frowned when she said it, then after a minute she said, "I like
him a lot. Up until what happened today, I had almost decided to give
our relationship another chance. It's been tough for me to think about
permanent things, because of my past life. But then I met all of you. 
You showed me how wonderful life can be when you love somebody, and
are committed to them. But after today, I'm not sure I can ever look
at Tony again without thinking about what he did. He actually had me
followed, like some kind of a damn criminal!"

I had been watching Tammy and I happened to glance at Mom. Her face
was ashen, and she was staring at the table. But she suddenly looked
back at Tammy and said, "Well, you have to make up your own mind about
what you want to do, but if you like I can make a phone call, and test
the waters over there."

Tammy thought for a minute, then she said, "Okay, but I'm surprised
they haven't called here."

Mom pointed to her phone and the receiver was lying alongside it.

Tammy stood up and went to Mom. They hugged for a minute, and then she
said, "I have to go home. I want to think for a while, and I have
studying to do. If you talk to them, call me at home."

Mom said, "I will dear." They hugged again, and she started for the
door.

I was going to walk her to her car, but as soon as we were outside the
door, she stopped and said, "Don't go any farther, Pete. It's hard
enough for me to leave you as it is."

I watched her drive away, and I started to miss her. I knew how she
felt about me, and I couldn't imagine my life without her in it. But I
knew she was in a different place than I am, and I wondered where our
lives would lead us.

When I went back into the house, mom was talking to Erin. All I caught
was the end of her conversation. She was saying, "So that's why I
wanted you to hear what went on. I wanted you to see how complicated
things can get."

I asked Erin if she wanted a cola. She nodded and I went to the fridge
and poured one for her and me. As I turned back, Mom was putting the
phone back on the cradle. She no sooner set it down, when it began
ringing. She looked at it and watched it ring for a while, then she
picked it up. She said, "Hello -- Yes, it's me," then she put her hand
over the mouthpiece and said to me, "I'm going to take this call in
the bedroom. Please hang the phone up when I ask you," and she handed
me the receiver. I held it until she went into her room and closed the
door. I heard the click when she picked up the other phone and when
she said, "Okay, dear." I reached over to hang the phone up, but just
before the receiver landed, I heard a man's voice say, "Beth?"

It sounded like Mr. Mariani.

I had never unpacked since I got back from Vegas, so I went into my
bedroom and started putting things away. I was hanging up some things
and putting others in the dirty clothes, when I came across the outfit
that Kristen bought me. Suddenly I missed her. I thought about what
had happened since I was last with her, and I missed her even more. I
thought about her sweet body and how wonderful it was making love to
her. I thought about how beautiful she looked standing by the window
at Kate's house in Cantil, and how she responded when we made love.
Then I thought about what happened last week when I was with Nicole
and Clair. The sex was great but it wasn't the same. It was just sex
and I missed the love. 

Next I thought about Tammy and I looked at my bed. I had spent the
night with her in my arms. It was very loving, and it was wonderful
holding her, but we hadn't had sex. And it was the same in Big Bear. I
had my hands on Tammy's naked body, but the closest I had come to
having sex was with, of all people, Kelly! 

I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about Kelly's smooth tight
body, and I could feel myself getting hard. But just then Mom came
into the room. 

She said, "Everything okay?"

Keeping my back to her, I said, "Sure, Mom. I'm just putting my stuff
away."

She didn't say anything for a minute. My hard-on had wilted enough
that I was able to turn around, and she was standing, staring out the
window. When she saw me turn she said, "I'm -- uhh -- going out for a
while. Your sister will probably be on the phone all night. Will you
be here when I get back?"

"It's still early. I'm going to call Bill. If he's home, we'll
probably go to the drive-in and hang for a while. Did you get hold of
Tony?"

"No, he wasn't there. I'll try him later."

"Well, I'm gonna finish putting things away."

She said, "Okay, dear," and walked out of the room. The next thing I
heard was the car starting. She must have been preoccupied with
something. She didn't even kiss me goodbye.  

I called Bill, but he wasn't home. Then I called Karen, Tim, and even
Vince, but it was Saturday night and everybody was gone. 

Then I thought about the note in my shirt pocket, and I called Nell.
Surprisingly, she answered with, "It's about time you called. I
thought maybe you forgot about me." 

A little flustered, I said, "But I only left you a couple of hours
ago, and how did you know it was me?"

"Caller ID. You coming over or what?"

"Uhh, I guess so. What's your address?"

She gave it to me, and as soon as she did, she hung up. No 'goodbye'
or anything. The address was in Venice, a beach town about twenty
minutes from our house. I took a quick shower, and on the way there I
tried to organize my thoughts. 

Kristen kept popping into my mind, but I was sure I had made the right
decision. I was going to miss her, but she needed to concentrate on
her career, and I didn't want to get married; at least, not now. 

Mom seemed to be acting a little strange, and I was a little concerned
about the health incident in Vegas, but aside from her being
distracted about something, she seemed to be okay now. 

When I talked with Dad in Vegas, he said he was doing well at his job.
Erin and Amy seemed okay. I was a little surprised that Kristen hadn't
talked Amy into going on the road with her, because I know how much
fun she was having. But Amy is smart. She's doing great in school, and
I know that she wants to have a career of her own.

That just left me. I knew that I would soon have to pick a direction
in my life, but right now I was horny, and as I pulled up in front of
the address Nell gave me I didn't have much else on my mind.

The address turned out to be a house on a side street, about a hundred
yards from the beach. The neighborhood was kind of seedy, and the
houses were old and stuck close together. Almost all of them had been
added to, and I doubt if anyone had applied for a building permit.
Nell's place was old and needed paint, but it seemed to have a balcony
or open area on top. 

I knocked on the door and when she answered, she was wearing sweats,
she was barefoot, and she was carrying two glasses of wine. She handed
one to me, and I stepped inside.

The house was clean and comfortable looking, and the living room walls
were covered with paintings and drawings. There were lots of rugs on
the floor, and the areas between them showed gleaming hardwood
planking. The windows seemed to be heavily draped, and soft music was
coming from somewhere. In the corner of the living room, there was a
set of polished oak stairs leading to the second floor.

She stood watching me as I looked around. The paintings were all
framed, and so were most of the drawings. Most of the frames were
simple, but one was quite elaborate. It was a drawing. it caught my
eye, and I walked over to it. It was a free-form sketch of a
well-muscled, nude man sitting in a chair. He was leaning back with
his eyes closed, and his arms were resting on the arms of the chair.
His large penis was flaccid, and it had no more detail then any other
part of the drawing, but somehow it was the focal point. The drawing
was signed "Nell," and as I looked around, almost all of the drawings
were, and so were the paintings. 

She turned and I followed her into a small kitchen. She had prepared a
platter of cheese and fruit. She picked it up and we went into a
comfortable den lined with books and more CDs then I ever saw in one
place other then a record store. An elaborate music system was in a
rack next to the CDs. She pointed me to a large chair. I sat down and
she curled up on a leather couch to the side of it and sat the cheese
plate on a small table between us.

Neither one of us had said a word since I came in, and I was beginning
to feel a little strange. So I looked around and said, "All we need
now is a cat."

The words were barely out of my mouth, when a big gray cat came in,
jumped up on the back of the couch and sat staring at me. 

Nell grinned and said, "Well, is there anything else we're missing?"

I said, "No, I guess not." And we sat there drinking our wine. Fully
five minutes went by, and neither of us said a word. I was beginning
to feel uncomfortable, so when a nice tune came onto the music system,
I got up, went to her and held out my hand.

She looked up at me and said, "What?"

"I want to dance with you."

Her eyes got big, and she said, "Oh," and stood up. She went to the
stereo, turned the music up a little, and came into my arms. 
She was an excellent dancer. Smooth as could be. In a short time we
were moving together as though we'd been dancing together for years. 

We danced until the CD was over, and when the next one started, it was
rock and roll. She stepped back and said, "Do you mind?" Then she went
to the stereo, and punched some buttons until some more dance tunes
came on. We danced all around the den, then she nudged me into the
living room, and I realized that the whole house was wired for sound.

We danced through that entire CD, and another one after it, our bodies
constantly touching and rubbing against each other. By the time it was
over I was very turned on, and I was about to say something, when she
kissed me. It was a long, luxurious kiss, and when she broke away she
took my hand and led me up stairs to a pair of doors. She opened one,
turned on the light, and we stepped into a large bedroom. The windows
were draped, and there was an odd-looking cloth cover on the ceiling.
There were two large wardrobes against one wall, with a full length
mirror between them,  and a king-sized bed on the other. But the most
unusual thing was, in one corner, surrounded on all sides by glass, a
full-sized spa.

She waited until I looked around, then she said, "How long can you
stay?"

I went to a phone on one of the nightstands and I dialed Mom. When her
machine picked up I said, "Hi, Mom. I'll be staying at a friend's
house tonight. I'll call you in the morning." 

I watched Nell's face when I said, "Hi, Mom," and she didn't blink.
And when I hung up, she pulled off the top of her sweats then she bent
and pulled off the bottoms. She wasn't wearing anything under the
sweats, and when she stood up it was awesome. Her six-foot tall body
was golden, as though she spent a lot of time in the sun or in a
tanning bed, and I couldn't see a mark, blemish or tan line anywhere.
Her tits were large and her nipples were set high, and the hair
between her legs was dark, but it had been trimmed. She went to the
spa and opened the glass door, and I could hear the hum of an exhaust
fan. She bent and pressed some buttons on the side of the spa, and it
started to bubble. When she leaned to press them, I noticed that she
had hair under her arms. Not a lot, but I had never seen a girl with
hair there before, and it kind of intrigued me.

She slipped into the spa and I quickly tore off my clothes and joined
her. 

It was cool in the bedroom, but the water in the spa was wonderfully
warm, and I lay and let the bubbles caress me for a minute. Then I
bent and kissed her. Before long, we were rubbing against each other,
and writhing around in the bubbles. I was hard as a rock and I guess
it poked against her, because she reached down, put her hand around
it, and whispered, "Lets get out of here."

She pushed the buttons that turned off the bubbles, and we both
stepped out of the spa and started drying off. I finished before she
did, and I stepped out of the glass area. I was superheated and the
cooler air felt good, so I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and
held my arms away from my sides to let the cool air wash over me.

I heard a gasp and I looked over at her, she was staring at me, and
she said, "Don't move." And walked over in front of me. My cock wasn't
as rock hard as before but it was still sticking out in front of me.
She looked at it, then up at me, and said, "Don't move," again. Then
she walked all the way around me. She reached out and touched my face,
then my shoulders and arms, then finally she put her hand on my chest.

She stepped back and said, "Jesus Christ, you're beautiful! I have to
draw you."

I said, "Okay, but not now," and I picked her up and carried her to
the bed. 

I lay her on her back, and I tried to start out gently. But apparently
she was as ready as I was, and the minute I climbed on top of her she
put her hands on my butt and pulled me completely inside her. She
grunted when she did, and held me so tightly I couldn't move. Her
pussy was a warm velvet envelope, but it wasn't tight, and it seemed
slipperier than I expected, yet the look on her face was like she was
in pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were pulled back
into a grimace.

I said, "Are you okay?"

"Yes! Don't move. You have a wonderful cock, and I want to enjoy it
for a few seconds."

There was something really erotic about just holding myself inside
her. I could feel my pulse in my cock, and I had to think about
something else or I might have come right then. Finally her hands
relaxed their hold and I began to move inside her. Slowly at first
then faster and faster, until I was slamming into her. I was concerned
that I was being too rough, so I slowed up slightly. The minute I did,
she cried "NO!" and her hands pulled me into her. 

It was obvious that she liked it rough, so I obliged by increasing
both the frequency and the force, but nothing seemed too much for her,
and she met every thrust with one of her own. I knew I couldn't last
long like that, so I used a trick I had learned from Sylvia. I forced
myself to pretend I was someone else watching us. It still felt good,
but it was distracting enough that I could delay things for a while.  

The lights were on and I could see her muscles working. She was not
only tall but she was very strong. She looked like she worked out a
lot.
Her body reminded me of Kristen's, but she was lighter skinned and her
muscles were even more defined. 

Then I looked at her face!

She was staring at me with a terribly intense look on her face. Her
eyebrows were arched, her mouth was open wide and I could feel her
body begin to build to climax. Her pussy tightened and so did her grip
on me, as though she was trying to force me to come at the same time
she did. But our smooth motions started to break up into a series of
disjointed jerks and she cried, "Uh, uh, uh, louder and louder, until
it was almost a scream. It finally became too much for me, and I
filled her insides with what felt like a river of come. 

I collapsed alongside her, and I went to cuddle her, but she jumped up
and began pacing around the bed, saying, "I knew it! I knew it!" 

Weakly, I said, "You knew WHAT!"

It happened so fast I didn't have a chance to react. She leaped onto
the bed and sat on my chest facing me. Her pussy was only a few inches
from my chin, and she said, "Look!"

I craned my head to look at her pussy, and she made some odd motions
with her body. Suddenly a white gob of come appeared at her vagina,
and it was followed by more and more, until there was a big pile of it
sitting on my chest and the hair on her pussy was glistening with it.
I knew I had come a lot, but this was more then I expected, and it had
a kind of sweet, almost antiseptic smell. I stuttered, "Wh, What are
you doing?"

She dropped onto me, catching the come between us and wriggled around,
coating our chests with the squishy stuff, and said, "I came! I
actually came! Do you know how long it's been since I had an orgasm?"

"Uh, no. Has it been a long time?"

She cried, "Oh yes!" and leapt off the bed and ran to a mirror. She
stood looking at her chest, and she put her hand on it and began
moving it around." 

She looked fantastic standing there, and the fact that she was covered
with my come was even more exciting, and I was hard as a rock again. I
started to get up and go to her when it hit me.

I HADN'T USED A CONDOM!

I must have made a noise or something, because she looked over at me
and said, "What's the matter?"

I squeaked, "I, didn't use a condom."

She turned away and said, "It's okay. The new spermacides are so good
they'll stop everything but a scud missile."

I thought for a minute and said, "So you knew we were going to make
love?"

She came over and sat on the bed next to me. She kissed me and said,
"Yes, young man, I did."

Then she looked at my cock and said, "And it looks like you'd like to
do it again."

I had a lot of questions. I wanted to know how she could hang with
that rich crowd and how she could afford a house like this, when she
only worked at a retail store. I wanted to know why she wasn't
married. I wanted to know why she hadn't had an orgasm in a long time,
and 
I wanted to know exactly what spermacide was. But all thoughts of
anything but her body flew from my mind when she took my cock in her
hand and kissed me.

I said, "You're right. I would like to do it some more. Is it okay?"

She smiled and said, "Absolutely."

"Can we rinse off first?"

She stood up, and I looked over at the hot tub, but she shook her
head, took my hand and led me into a bathroom. It had two doors in it,
and seemed to also service the room next door. It had a toilet and a
shower, and we got in and rinsed ourselves off. After a brisk
toweling, we went back into the bedroom, and she tried to pull me on
top of her, but I said, "No. Let me do this," and I began to make love
to her body.  

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