"My turn!" she said. "And you’re not going anywhere," she told me. I didn’t. I sat there and watched her pee, grinning at me the whole time.
"Where do you get these ideas?" I asked after she was done.
"Well, you know Maggie is one of two best friends, right? Well, the other one is Michelle Ingemi." I looked at her blankly. I knew who Michelle was, but obviously wasn’t getting the point. "Oh, I guess you don’t know Michelle very well, then," she said. "Michelle’s into water sports."
"Ah," I laughed.
"Exactly. And she’s always describing how perverted and dirty and intimate it is. I’d never been interested, since I was denying my sexuality and all, but when you said you needed to pee, I guess I got a glimmer." She grinned at me. "Though just holding it while you pee isn’t all that much. I think I’m building up to something."
"Oh, Jesus," I laughed.
"Stick with me, kid, and I’ll make you more experienced than your sister," she teased.
"That’s not possible!"
"Try me. Now, man-of-mine, we have another destination." She pointed to the shower. And batted her eyelashes at me. "I need my hair washed."
I turned on the shower, we got in, and started soaping one another. "Tell me, honey, what has gotten into you today?"
She stopped laughing and gave me a serious look. "That’s a good question." She thought a minute. "I guess what’s happened is this. The events of the last week, and Wednesday and yesterday especially, have made certain things clear in my mind."
"You know what? I’m responsible. I take care of what I have to take care of, my friends like me, I’m a credit to my family-no matter what my mother might think in her raving moments. I’m a credit to my school. I represent the school well when I’m cheerleading. I get good grades. I have a future, and I’m making sure I keep my eye on the future."
"And I know you well enough to know the same goes for you. Your friends like you. My friends like you, too, you know, after this week-Ed Bauer thinks you’re a gutsy class act, and Maggie thinks you’re adorable." I blushed at that one. "You’re a credit to your family and your school. I know you’re on the debate team, and I know you’re good at it. Your grades are better than mine." She looked up at me. "I’ve been meaning to ask you, do you know what you want to do?"
"Yeah," I told her. "Politics. But not as a congressman or president or anything like that. I want to go into international relations. You know, working at an embassy, or in an administration as a foreign policy wonk, and maybe someday as an ambassador. My ultimate dream job is Secretary of State."
"That’s way cool!" she enthused.
"How about you?" I asked her.
"I want to be a research biologist. Maybe a doctor, but not the kind of doctor that sees patients. I’m still reading about what I have to do for schooling to get to where I want to be, and it seems like going to Med School and getting my M.D. is the way to go. But I want to do research. Your ultimate dream is Secretary of State? Mine is having a Nobel Prize on my mantelpiece for curing something or other."
"That is equally way cool."
She smiled. "So, anyway, we both have goals, and we’re both doing what we need to do to get there. I don’t want to change a bit of that, and I’m sure you don’t either." I nodded. "Right. But I guess what I’ve learned this week is I want more. I want to have fun. I’m in love. I want to enjoy being in love. I want to enjoy sex. I want to try anything and everything as long as it doesn’t really freak me out-assuming, of course, that it doesn’t freak you out either, this is a two-way street. But I don’t want to be repressed any more."
"I’m a good person. I guess, what I’m finally understanding, is that being a good person and having a wild and fulfilling sex life are not mutually exclusive. I’m also understanding that I can give myself to someone else and not lose myself. As long as I’m giving myself to the right person, that is," she smiled at me. "I woke up in your arms this morning, and I realized something. I’m happy. Really, really happy. I felt loved. I felt warm and safe. I felt horny, of course," she laughed, "but I think the loved and the warm-and-safe made it easier for me to give in to being horny. I want to be a good person, I want to do what I’m supposed to do-but I want to be happy, too."
"Good. Because you’re not just a good person, you’re a wonderful person. And I’m pretty deliriously happy myself."
"Good. Now wash my hair!" she said, pointing down.
CHAPTER THIRTY AMANDAWhat a beautiful morning!
Everything really was much clearer in my mind after all I’d been through. I wasn’t going to lose myself. I didn’t have to. I could be free, and happy, and have a relationship with someone, and not lose myself.
What a revelation.
After we got out of the shower, we went back in Jared’s bedroom, and he handed me the clothes I had taken off the previous night. I just smirked at him, folded them up, and put them in my bag.
"Uh-oh. We walking naked to school?" he asked me.
"You bet your cute little ass we are!"
We ate breakfast with his family-nude-and headed off to school.
"So," I said to him as we started off, "did what I had to say make any sense?"
"Perfect sense," he told me. "Although, I must admit, I’m not quite sure what to think about that whole water sports thing."
I giggled. "That’s OK. Like I said, it has to not freak either of us out. What’s happened is this: since I’ve been repressing my sexuality, I’ve been repressing my fantasies. They’re all bubbling to the surface, kind of in a rush. I need to sort them out, mind you, and figure out exactly how I feel about each one of them; but they are all rushing about my mind."
"As long as I’m in them," he said.
"Every one."
"And as long as I get a say."
"Oh, you won’t need a say. You won’t have to open your mouth. I’ll know," I giggled.
"Excuse me?"
I looked down at his dick, which was pretty soft at the moment. "I’ll show you. Let’s try it right now. Let me pick a couple of good fantasies. OK, now, tell me the cheerleader you find most attractive."
"Well, you."
" Besides me, you ninny!" He looked a bit uncomfortable. "Come on, I’m asking-I know I’m number one, so I’m not going to get jealous."
"OK. Sheila Vittorine"
"Good choice. Now, picture this: you, fucking Sheila Vittorine’s brains out-with me watching."
PERK! Up periscope! From nothing to half-hard in an instant. I pointed at it. "See, you didn’t have to say a word!"
"Uh-oh, I think I’m in biiiigggg trouble."
"Uh-huh. Let’s try another one. Pick a guy you like and trust enough to not mind if he messed around with me a little bit. Not fucking me, but something else. "
"OK. I could pick any of my friends, but I’ll be fair and pick one of your friends. Ed Bauer."
"Good. Now picture this-me on my hands and knees, you fucking the daylights out of me from behind-and Ed Bauer’s dick in my mouth."
WHOOSH! Instantly rock-hard.
"Good. Now let’s try the one you’re unsure of. Picture this one: I’m lying in your shower on the floor. You’re standing above me. And you’re peeing all over me, over my boobs, in my face, in my hair…"
It was throbbing!
"Y’see my point?" I said.
"Yeah, fine, I see your point, but now I need relief, dammit! I thought our little session this morning would last me at least until lunch!"
I just giggled and walked faster. He looked at me quizzically, but I kept walking. He increased his pace to keep up with me, his dick bouncing as he walked. Finally, we got to the path through the woods. I grabbed him by the dick and pulled him deeper into the woods. Once we got behind an appropriate tree, I started stroking him in earnest.