"Melissa, why are you sore?" her mother finally asked.
"Because it was my first time and we went at it for three hours," she giggled.
"Hey, do you have an omelet pan?" I asked abruptly, changing the subject.
"Yeah, down there," she said, pointing at a lower cabinet. She started to crouch down.
"No, honey, I’ll get it. Wouldn’t want you further straining any delicate muscles or anything." She giggled at that. " You can beat the eggs," I said.
"I’ll beat anything you want me to beat," she said coquettishly. I just grinned and went down to get the pan. On the way up, I kissed her.
"Love you," I said. Yep, I said it deliberately with her parents there.
"Love you, too," she beamed at me, knowing exactly what I did.
I walked back over to the stove. "Bacon’s done." I drained it, and crumbled it up into the bowl. Missy beat the eggs into a separate bowl.
"Melissa," her father finally said, "is it going to be a regular occurrence for your boyfriend to stay the night?"
"I don’t know," she said. "The atmosphere’s probably better at his house."
"You have a nicer kitchen, though," I laughed. "And my mother always insists on helping whenever I cook!"
"Well, I’m helping, aren’t I?" she asked.
"You’re helping, not interfering," I laughed.
"We just don’t think it’s proper that a seventeen year old girl has her boyfriend spend the night," her Mom said.
"Well, it’s better than adultery," Missy said sharply.
"Melissa, your mother’s and my sex life is none of your business," her Father said.
"Good, then mine should be none of yours, correct?" she said.
"We’re not flaunting ours!" her dad said.
"Neither am I," she countered. "This is my house, too, isn’t it? That’s what you said yesterday, Dad. You want me to stay here. Well, I will. But I’m living my life." She turned to me. "Ready for the eggs?"
"Yup," I said. She brought the bowl over. Her parents finally left the room.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE MELISSAWell, that was interesting, wasn’t it?
I wasn’t flaunting it. I just wasn’t keeping it a secret, not in my own house. I never felt good in that house. I felt like the bad exhibit in the art gallery. Having Dave with me, even just cooking breakfast, made it a lot better.
We finished the omelets and made some toast, then took the stuff out to the dining room. Mom and Dad were there. David and I just looked at each other and sat down.
After a couple minutes, Dad, predictably, looked at David and said, "You know, I could ruin your life."
"You could try," David said with a hint of amusement. "I’m not a physical person. In fact, your daughter’s dating the class wimp." I just giggled at that. "And I took a shot to the face on your daughter’s behalf earlier this week. If you think you can do worse than that to me, you don’t know me."
"Besides which," I said, "my lovely parents are forgetting that I know all about their ‘activities’."
"Melissa…" Dad said ominously.
"And, yes, I can prove at least a few of them."
"Is that a threat?" Dad said. Mom was just looking embarrassed.
"Just a counter-threat," I said. Then I glared at him. "You do a thing to harm David, and it all comes out. I promise you. You leave him alone, and me for that matter? I keep my mouth shut. I really don’t care how many people you fuck-except that it just proves what a hypocrite you are-but I expect the same courtesy. And I expect David to be left alone. No threats, no insinuations, nothing."
Dad just gave a quick nod. We finished our omelets, and then got the hell out of there.
"You know what?" David said. "I think I need to talk to Mom about us spending more time at my house."
"I think you’re right," I giggled. "Well, I wanted to get that over with. I knew it was coming." We were out in front of my house, headed to my car. "Dave?" He looked at me. "Let’s take our clothes off."
"Huh?"
"It’s technically the last day we’re in The Program. Let’s take our clothes off. I know we’re not in school, but I want to go nude. We could go to the mall," I giggled.
"OK," he grinned, and we started stripping, right there in front of my house. We tossed our clothes in the back seat.
"I’m actually less sore not wearing underwear," I giggled.
We went to the mall. Yeah, I was walking kind of gingerly, but I didn’t care. It’s the best pain I’ve ever been in-and it wasn’t that bad.
Cassie and Frankie were there. "Oh my GOD!" Cassie shrieked when she saw us nude.
"Hi, guys," I grinned.
"I can’t believe you’re here like this!" Cass said.
"A crazy impulse. But we’re enjoying it."
She watched me walk. "Missy, you’re still walking like you’re in pain. Does it still hurt?"
"Not still. Again," I said.
"You got hit again?" Cassie asked in horror. Frankie and David were chatting about something, not really listening to us.
"Well, no, I didn’t get hit," I grinned at her.
"You didn’t!"
"We did," I beamed. "And for something like three hours. That’s why I’m sore."
"That’s a good reason to be sore," Cassie giggled.
So, that’s the story of David’s and my week in The Program. I suppose it could’ve been better. I would’ve liked to have gone through it not as punishment, and been treated like any other Program kid. But it all worked out in the end. I made some good, long-overdue decisions about myself. I got my best friend back. And I found someone to love me-and I love him right back. All in all, a lot of good things in one week, wouldn’t you say?
It was an interesting week, for both of us. But it turned out great.
Of course, the real interesting week was yet to come. I think I saw half the boys in the junior class get all excited when we walked into school that Monday and heard, "Maggie Benson, please report to the principal’s office." Maggie Benson in The Program? This was gonna be a hoot!
CHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL
PART ONE MONDAY
Let’s see. They want me to prance naked around the school for a week.
Do you get penalized for asking for relief once every single class?
Hi, I’m Maggie Benson, and I’m Westport High’s very own semen depository. Any time, any place, any orifice. And they’re letting me walk around school naked for a week? There ought to be a law against a girl having that much fun! Really. While I was walking through the school to the principal’s office this morning after they called my name, I saw half the guys in school’s eyes light up. Oh, I was gonna have a good time! Not that I don’t anyway, mind you. One thing I’ve found is, that if you like sex, and you’re a girl, it’s real easy to indulge yourself. Not having to take any clothes off beforehand just makes it easier.
Now, there were drawbacks to the whole thing, mind you. Being naked means all my little illusion tricks were gone. Y'see, I don’t have much of a body. I know what to do with what I’ve got, mind you, but the visuals aren’t all that impressive. And the water-filled bras and padded-in-the-butt panties were going right out the window with the rest of my clothes. Usually, once I get to the stripping stage, I’ve got the guy so worked up he wouldn’t give a shit if I didn’t have any boobs at all. Now I’d have to reveal the lack of boobs long before we got to that point. So, that was a worry.
My solution? Well, it’s my solution to everything. Exude sexuality. And one thing I’ve found out-for most guys, there’s nothing sexier than a girl that doesn’t say no.
I’m addicted, I admit it. Started when I was all of twelve. I had an older cousin I was close to, she was 15 at the time, and sexually active-and loved telling her poor, impressionable little cousin all about it. I liked hearing it. One day, I was at her house, nobody else there-she was "babysitting" me-and over comes her boyfriend. "Well, all that stuff I’ve been telling you about-I’ll let you give it a try with him," my cousin says. So the boyfriend comes over, feels me up a bit-then goes down on me.