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Perplexed Pt. 01

By: brewdude2003



Chapter 1

On Thursday afternoon, Greg Simmons threw his toiletries and damp bath towel into a duffel bag. Yesterday, he took the last exam of his sophomore year at Central Iowa State University. In the morning, he worked the last shift at the dining hall before it closed for the summer. Down in the street, his gray 1998 Chevrolet Cavalier was packed with all the other things that had cluttered his dorm room over the last year. He picked up his bag, and walked to the door of the room, noticing how his footsteps on the tile floor reverberated against the concrete walls of the now vacant room. He walked down the eight flights of stairs, and out the back door of the residence hall, and approached his car.

He had a four-hour drive back to Thomas Mill. He shoved the duffel bag into the only remaining space left in the car, on top of some books, between a laundry bag and the dashboard on the passenger side of the front seat. Greg jumped into the driver’s seat, buckled his seat belt, and left the Central Iowa State campus. Looking at the clock, he figured that he would be home by eight.

Greg had mixed feelings about going back to Thomas Mill. It had been nearly five months since he had visited his hometown. He loved growing up there, but things were different now. Taylor and Reed, had laid his father off. Having trouble finding another investment banking firm that was hiring, he took a job as a bookkeeper to make ends meet. His mother took a job at the library to help out.

Don and Nancy Simmons wanted the best for their children. Last summer, they sold the house that Greg grew up in and moved into a two-bedroom apartment. This allowed Greg to go away to college, and for his sister to follow to do the same. Greg admired the sacrifices that his parents made, and he studied hard while at school to make his parents proud of their investment in him.

Getting along with his sister would be a major challenge. Kristy was due to graduate from high school on Saturday, and she was going to follow her boyfriend Shane Bullock to the University of Nebraska, where he was recruited to play football. They were a sickening couple. She was the high-maintenance, nose-in-the-air, spoiled, bratty sidekick to the cocky star quarterback.

Greg thought about Thanksgiving weekend from a year and a half ago. He had a date with Lisa Wilson, a girl one year younger than him. The college freshman had a crush on the high school senior for a few years, and Greg had e-mailed her while he was away to let her know that he was thinking of her. They had planned to go out to dinner while he was visiting Thomas Mill. Greg has gotten ready to pick up the cute high-school blonde, and when it came time to leave the house, he could not find his car keys. After searching the whole house, his mother told him that Kristy had taken the car to go out with some friends. Embarrassed, Greg called Lisa to tell her the news, which Lisa did not take well. Lisa could not reschedule the dinner, and Greg’s opportunity had disappeared along with his Chevy Cavalier.

Greg contemplated the ways he could avoid Kristy over the summer. He planned to spend many nights sleeping on the couch in the family room, rather than share a room with Kristy. He would work days at the Thomas Mill Park District, doing maintenance and landscaping. With any luck, Kristy would go out most nights, and he would not need to deal with her.

Over his winter recess, something happened that gave Greg reason to look forward to coming home to the apartment. He met his neighbor, Dana Nelson. Dana was in Kristy’s high school class. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she had lived in the building as long as she could remember. Late one Friday afternoon, Greg was using the building’s laundry facilities when he met Dana. 

Chapter 2

“Umm, excuse me, but I forgot my Bounce upstairs. Could you spare a sheet for me?”

“Sure, here you go!”

Dana smiled, and handed a sheet to Greg. As Greg grasped the sheet, their fingers touched.

“Thanks. By the way, I’m Greg.”

“My name is Dana. I live next door to you.”

“Normally, I am away at school in Iowa. In fact, I am heading back there on Sunday. I haven’t seen you, are you away at school as well?”

“No, I was visiting my Dad in Chicago. I got home yesterday. I am still in high school. In fact, I go to school with your sister.”

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Kristy and I don’t get along. Actually, I cannot stand her.”

“Oh, so she is like that to her family as well?”

“She treats you bad as well?”

“You could say that. We had a Public Speaking class together. We had to write a ten-minute comedy skit. She and I were assigned to the same group. We were going to do a take-off of American Idol. Kristy said that she could judge, and I could perform, and she would make fun of my weight and my glasses.”

“Dana, that is terrible. I am sorry. I hope that you don’t think that she represents my family.”

“It’s okay. It was hard at the time, since it happened in front of a group. I just try to stay out of her way.”

“That’s smart. But, I feel bad that Kristy treated you that way. You seem like a sweetheart. Can I make it up to you?”

“How can you do that?”

“Let me make dinner for you tonight.”

“You’re not doing this for pity, are you?” Dana asked as she looked down to the floor.

“God, no. I am doing it because I think we have some things in common, and I want to get to know you better.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Are you sure it isn’t pity?” Dana asked again, as she looked over the top rim of her glasses and showed a small smile.

“I also think you’re cute when you smile.”

Dana’s smile grew bigger. “Okay, my mom works second shift at the Safeway, so we can eat at my place. Why don’t you come over around six?”

“Great! I’ll be there. Is Italian okay for dinner?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“Well, then, I had better get upstairs and start cooking.”

Greg threw his clothes into the dryer with the Bounce. He and Dana said good-bye, and he went upstairs to prepare dinner. He got out some lasagna noodles, ricotta cheese, and jarred tomato sauce, and layered a lasagna and put it in the oven. Then, he sliced a baguette, and spread garlic butter over it, and baked it as well. He then stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and jumped into the shower. He chuckled to himself how he would always get dressed up to go to parties at school to attract girls. Now, he was in a ratty t-shirt and shorts, making a date with a girl in blue sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt.

He got out of the shower, threw his on his shorts and t-shirt, and ran down to get his load out of the dryer. In the dryer were a few button-down shirts, and some jeans. He grabbed them, and went upstairs, and put on a pair of jeans, and a red and black checked button down shirt. He took the pan of lasagna out, and cut it into quarters. He put on quarter onto a plate, and framed it with garlic bread. He did the same with the second quarter. The two remaining quarters, he put back into the oven, and set it to “Warm”. He wrote a note to his parents explaining that dinner was ready for them, and that he would be next door.

Grabbing the two plates, Greg walked out into the hall, and knocked on the door of the adjacent apartment. Wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants outfit, a smiling Dana answered the door.

“Hi, Greg! Come on in!”

“Hello, Dana.”

Greg walked in and put the plates on the already set dining room table immediately to his left. Dana’s apartment was a mirror image of his own. The coat closet was to his right; the kitchenette was to the left beyond the dining area. In the back left corner was a small bedroom, and the master bedroom and bath were to the right of the living room, which lay straight ahead of him. Next to the small bedroom was a full bathroom. On the opposite side of the wall from the dining room, kitchenette, and small bedroom were the counterparts of Greg’s apartment. 

“I am sorry that I didn’t change. I was trying to finish up the laundry, and I ran out of time. Anyway, I don’t get much prettier when I dress up, anyway.”

“Stop it. I think you look comfortable. That’s what really matters.”

“Well, you don’t look too bad, yourself,” Dana said, noticing Greg’s short brown hair, and almond shaped brown eyes.

“Thank you. Shall we eat, we don’t want it to get cold.”

“Okay, it looks wonderful.”

Dana and Greg sat down. Dana put a napkin on her lap, and took a bite of the lasagna.

“Greg, this is delicious.”

“Thanks. I just threw it together, it was easy.”

“Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I took a cooking class my freshman year, as an elective.”

“What are you majoring in? The culinary arts?”

“No, nothing like that. I am studying finance. But, I figured that later cooking might come in handy if I want to raise a family and my wife wants to have a career.”

“Oh, isn’t that sweet. You seem pretty thoughtful,” Dana said, as she continued to eat the lasagna.

“Maybe I am thoughtful, but it the world has changed. Women should be able to go out and do what they want, whether it be working, or motherhood, or both.”

“I don’t know what I want to study yet. I don’t know what interests me. The business world seems so competitive, and that just isn’t me. I am not really into the arts. Maybe I’ll end up being a teacher. I am going to go to community college here in Thomas Mill next year, maybe I’ll find what I want to do there.”

“I sit in class, and I know that I am not any smarter than these women. You’re right, it is competitive, and to some degree it is a man versus woman clash. I would prefer that we all just get along and work together, instead of trying to prove that we can break out of the traditional roles. Women have already proven that they can succeed in the corporate world. It is time to move on. They don’t need to prove they are smarter than men. They already have.”

“I don’t know, Greg. You seem pretty smart to me. Or at least pretty sophisticated. My mother looked for a husband in high school and college, and look where that got her. It got her me, and a marriage that fell apart very quickly. If men and women thought like you thirty years ago, my life might be totally different.”

“Or, you may not have had a life at all. Perhaps your mother would have been driven to succeed in a corporate environment, and put off motherhood. So, who knows? It all worked out for you. Which is lucky for me.”

Finishing off her lasagna, Dana asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Because if things had not gone the way they had, I may not have met you here, and we may not be having this meal together.”

“Yes, you’re right. But, I am afraid the meal is over. It was very good; I have never eaten so fast. Thank you so much for cooking for me.”

Greg wolfed down the last few bites of lasagna while Dana was speaking.

“I am glad that you liked it. I am sorry that I didn’t have time to make a dessert for you.”

“Well, I can probably stand to avoid the calories. I need to lose some weight.”

“I think you look terrific, Dana.”

“I don’t know why you lie to me, but it is nice to hear. Have you ever seen An Officer and a Gentleman?”

“No. Is that a movie? I haven’t heard of it.”

“My mom rented it for me. She tries to get me into the movies that she liked when she was my age. I guess she thought Richard Gere was hot. Do you want to watch it with me?”

“Sure, I’d be up for that. But, there’s a problem.”

“What is that?”

“You look all comfortable in your sweats. Do you mind if I run home and change clothes?”

“Go ahead. But promise that you’ll come back.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll get the VCR set up while you’re gone.”

“See you in a minute, Dana.”

“Bye.”


Chapter 3

Greg walked out the door, and over to the next apartment. He walked by his parents watching television in the family room.

“Greg?” his mother asked.

“Yeah, Mom.” Greg said as he scurried back into the family room.

“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, I am happy to do it.”

“You are going to have to share the recipe with me.”

“I’d love to, Mom. But I have to run now. Dana and I are going to watch a movie, and I just came home to change clothes.”

“Slipping into something a little more comfortable, right?” his Dad joked with him.

“Yes, something like that. She is really a nice girl.” Greg said.

“Well, treat her like a lady,” his Dad advised.

“Oh, George, you know he will. Because we raised him to be like you.” Mom chimed in.

“Thanks, Honey.”

“I am going to leave you sweethearts alone. I don’t want to keep Dana waiting.”

“Have a good time,” his parents said together.

Greg went into the bedroom that he shared with Kristy, and stripped down to his boxers. He found a white t-shirt, and a pair of red plaid flannel pajama bottoms. He put them on, and walked out of the room.

“Bye, Mom. Bye Dad. I won’t be out late.”

“Goodnight, Greg,” his mother said.

Greg briskly walked back over to the apartment next door. He knocked on the door, and Dana answered for the second time tonight with a beaming smile.

“Welcome back. Nice jammies!” 

Dana took a long look at Greg, noticing his tall frame. Somehow, he looked taller than the five feet eleven inches he really was in the flannel pajamas. The slimmer pajamas made his legs look longer. The t-shirt was also a little tighter than the button down shirt, and Dana could see the outline of his chest. It wasn’t overly muscular, but still stout and manly.

“Thanks. I was hoping you liked them.”

The living room was dark, except for the light of the twenty-five inch blue television screen. On the couch was a blanket, and two mugs of hot chocolate were sitting on the coffee table in front.

“I made hot chocolate. I hope you like it.”

“I love hot chocolate. Thank you.”

The couple sat on the couch, perhaps a foot apart from each other. Dana picked up the remote control, and started looking for the play button. Sitting next to her, Greg looked at Dana in profile. She had a round face, with long black hair that fell to either side of her cheeks. She had full lips, that she pursed as she searched the remote. A graceful sloping nose held up her narrow thin-framed glasses. Behind the glasses were two green eyes, which seemed to change colors in the light. She wore no make-up. Greg caught himself staring at her when Dana shouted.

“There’s the play button!”

A startled Greg said, “It was hiding, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was. It was hiding right in front of my face,” she said as she hit the button.

Dana put the remote control on the coffee table, and took a sip of hot chocolate. Greg took a sip from his mug as well. Dana put her mug back on the coffee table, and threw the blanket over their laps.

“You don’t mind the blanket, do you?”

“Not at all!”

Silently, Dana and Greg watched the film. After nearly forty-five minutes, Dana paused the movie.

“Bathroom break,” she said as she got up. 

Greg watched her as she walked into the bathroom. He noticed that her sweatpants had slipped a little below her waist, and he could see the band of her underwear. In the light it was difficult to tell, but they looked to be a forest green color. Greg thought of Dana’s white skin contrasted against the red cotton panties. An image of Dana standing in front of him in her panties and a white bra filled his head. He lost his vision when he heard the toilet flush. Then he realized that he had started to get aroused. Hearing the faucet, Greg knew he only had a minute to get his erection under control. He started thinking of Richard Gere and Louis Gossett, Jr, while bunching the blanket over his groin.

Dana emerged from the bathroom, and sat on the couch. This time, she sat closer to Greg. Greg sat with his feet on the coffee table, and Dana was sitting cross-legged, and her knew was touching Greg’s thigh. She pulled the blanket over to cover her lap.

“No hogging the blanket!”

“I was just keeping it warm for you,” replied Greg.

“Thanks. You are too sweet. Are you enjoying the movie?”

“Yeah, it isn’t bad. Thanks for spending the evening with me.”

“Greg, thank you. I am having a great time,” Dana said, as she played the movie.

“So am I, Dana,” Greg said, as they caught themselves looking into each other’s eyes. Quickly, they both turned their attention back to the television, blushing slightly. In silence, they continued to watch the movie. Greg reached for his mug once again, and saw that it was empty. He placed the empty mug back on the coffee table, and set his hand on top of the blanket. He had put his hand over Dana’s knee.

In the movie, Richard Gere and Debra Winger were in a motel room. A naked Gere was sitting on a chair with an equally naked Winger sitting on top of him. Dana and Greg glanced at each other. Greg reached over and held Dana’s hand. Dana moved closer, so that her side was against his. He leaned closer to her, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. He then slowly moved his head back, so that he could see her entire face. Dana gripped Greg’s hand tighter. Dana was blushing. They moved towards each other, and their lips met.

Chapter 4

Their kiss broke, and Dana gazed into Greg’s eyes, and she was slightly out of breath. Greg started to run his fingers through Dana’s hair.

“Thank you, Greg.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

“No, you don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand?”

“That was,” Dana sheepishly stammered, “that was my first kiss.”

“You’re kidding! You mean no one has,” Greg stopped his question before it turned into an insult. “I mean, you just seem like such a special girl. The guys in this town are fools if they don’t see that.”

“Yeah, they are fools. But who would want someone like me? I weigh like 175 pounds, and I”

“And you’re pretty to me,” Greg interrupted.

“You think I am pretty?”

“Yes, I do. And let me ask you something. Did you like it when we kissed?”

“Yes.”
”Would you like to kiss me again?”

“More than aything.”

Greg and Dana started to kiss again. Greg wrapped both of his arms around Dana, and pulled her body close to his. Dana started to run her fingers over Greg’s back, and she could feel Greg’s breath on her cheek. She opened her lips slightly, and she could feel the warmth of his mouth against her lips and tongue. Greg slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt the blood rushing to his penis, as their tongues made contact. The contact surprised Dana, and at first her tongue recoiled, before she relaxed and allowed it to frolic with Greg’s tongue. 

Dana started to feel a stirring inside of her. She needed to be closer to Greg. She broke the kiss, and moved backwards on the couch. She was three-quarters of the way down the couch, kneeling.

“Greg, lay down.”

“Okay.”

Greg did as requested. His head was on a pillow next to the arm of the couch. His legs wrapped around Dana’s thighs. His erection was sticking out, but he didn’t care to hide it anymore. Dana lay down on top of him.

“I am not too heavy for you, am I?”

“Dana, stop it. I guess there is only one way to get you to stop talking.”

Greg kissed her, and their tongues resumed their playful dance. Reaching down, Greg felt the sweatpants covering Dana’s butt. He dragged his hands up her back, feeling the waistband of her underwear, before stopping on a patch of bare skin. He ran his fingertips over he lower back, around the spine. Dana shivered.

“Does that feel okay, Dana?”

“It feels great, please don’t stop.”

Dana started to kiss Greg on the cheek, and then onto the neck. Feeling her breath on his neck and ear gave Greg shivers of his own. He went back to caressing her back, and he moved his hands further up, below the sweatshirt. Dana was still concentrating on the neck and ear of Greg, and he proceeded to slowly move his hands up her back. Suddenly, Dana stopped, and got back up onto her knees. She took her glasses off, and placed them on the coffee table. The then grabbed the bottom of Greg’s t-shirt, and started to push it up his stomach. Greg lifted his shoulders, and helped her get the shirt over his shoulders and head. Rubbing his chest and stomach, Dana started to lean back on top of Greg. She got about halfway before Greg stopped her.


Perplexed Pt. 01



“We took off my shirt. Can we take off yours?”

Dana kneeled over Greg again, and pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, and threw it on the floor. Quickly, she fell back on top of Greg, before he could look at her in a black bra. Dana felt her skin against Greg’s smooth, hairless chest. Her nerves were on edge, sensitive to every place where their skin made contact. They started to kiss with more fervor.

Greg rubbed up and down Dana’s back using both his palms and fingers flat against Dana’s exposed, soft flesh. His hands went over the strap of her bra, and stopped. He fumbled with the clasp, trying to get it unhooked. After three of four tries, he stopped.

“Dana, could you help me out?”

“You are having a little trouble?” Dana giggled while asking.

“I never said I was very smooth.”

“I have to warn you, they aren’t very impressive. It is probably the only area where I am not fat.”

“Dana, we are half-naked on the couch. Isn’t that proof enough that I find you attractive?”

Dana raised herself onto her knees again, her butt being poked by Greg’s erect penis. She pulled the straps off of her shoulders, and slowly the cups fell away from her breasts. She pulled her arms out of the straps, and moved the bra about her midsection until the clasp was in front, underneath her chest. Greg reached up, and placed each hand on one of her breasts. Each one filled the palm of his hand, and his fingers fell to her side beneath her armpits. Dana removed the bra and tossed it on the floor.

“They’re not too small?”

“No, I think they’re perfect. You are so beautiful.”

“Greg, you are so wonderful!”

Dana went back to kissing Greg on his cheek, neck, and ears.

“Dana, that feels so good,” Greg said, as his hands explored Dana’s back and sides. Greg felt the hot breath of Dana on his ear, and he wanted to feel more of her skin against his. His hands wandered down Dana’s back, to the top of her panties, and then to the waistband of her sweatpants. Feeling her warmth on him drove him to desire more. He eased his fingertips below the elastic band of her underwear, and he started to feel her butt. He grabbed each cheek, and lightly touched her butt crack with the fingertips of his right hand. Dana took a start to this.

“ I am sorry, Dana.”

“No, it felt really good. It is just a little sensitive, and I wasn’t expecting it. Here’s let’s try this.”

Dana reached over and threw the back cushions of the couch onto the floor. She lay on her side, with her back against the back of the couch. She guided Greg’s shoulders, and he followed, twisting himself, so that he was on his side facing her. Before they started kissing again, Greg reached for her breasts again. He then moved down the couch, and her nipples were at his eye level. He looked at her hard nipples, with areolas that were about the size of a poker chip. He kissed her right nipple, and slowly took it into his mouth. He started sucking on it like a straw, before playing with it with the tip of his tongue. Dana started to run her fingers through Greg’s brown hair. Greg tried to take more of the breast into his mouth, as if he was trying to swallow the whole thing.

“Greg, are you still hungry?”

“What? Oh, do you not like that?”

“It is just my nipples are a little sensitive. And I would rather you kiss my lips right now.”

“Oh, okay. I hope it didn’t bother you too much.”

“Don’t worry about it, just kiss me.”

Dana wrapped her arms around Greg’s neck, with her hands playing with the hair on the back of his head. Greg put his right arm over the top of Dana, and tried to get his left arm underneath her side. Dana accommodated by moving her torso up momentarily, and Greg’s arm shot through the opening. They smiled at each other, and continued with another deeply passionate kiss. Their tongues met again, and Greg pulled Dana closer to him, their chests pressed against each other. The wetness of Dana’s breast from Greg’s could be felt on his chest. Dana could feel Greg’s heart racing, the beat pounding against her skin. Greg again moved his hands down to Dana’s butt. Instead of putting his hands inside, he started to peel down her underwear and sweatpants together. When the clothes were halfway down her butt, Dana stopped him.

“Greg, I think that’s a little too far.”

Greg immediately pulled the garments back up to their original position.

“Please, don’t be mad at me, sweetie. I have never done this stuff before. I want to take it slow.”

“I am sorry for being so aggressive.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. I am experiencing something totally new, because you were aggressive. You probably think I am being a prude, but I don’t think I am ready to go farther than this right now.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I am just happy to be with you right now.”
“You keep being sweet like that, and you will have your way with me soon enough. But, I just need to get comfortable with all this. After all, I just met you this afternoon. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“No, I am not at all. I want us both to be comfortable. It wouldn’t be worth it if you are going to feel guilty later.”

“Thanks, you are such a sweetheart.”

They kissed again. Dana looked at the television screen. It was all blue.

“We missed the end of the movie,” she said.

“This was much more entertaining.”

“I hope that Mom doesn’t ask me about the ending.”

Greg was only partly paying attention to Dana’s words. He saw her face illuminated by the blue light. Stunned by this heavenly sight of her, he was moved to speak.

“Dana, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, sweetie, I am listening,” she said, and she looked back at him with a contented grin.

“I don’t want to freak you out, but I this has been the most amazing night of my life. You are just so beautiful, and so special. I know we just met, but I have this strong feeling right now.” Greg felt a tear come to his eye.

“Greg, this has been very special for me, too. You are so sweet, and so nice. I wish that you didn’t have to go back to school so soon. I wish that we had met earlier. So many guys don’t even look at me, and then you come along and absolutely sweep me off of my feet. And now, you’re going away in a few days.”

“But, I’ll be back, Dana.”

“I am going to miss you so much. I can’t believe it. I have only known you for five hours, and already I am going to miss you.”

“I think it has been longer than five hours.”

“What? What time is it?”

Dana reached over Greg and grabbed her glasses and the remote control off of the coffee table. Greg felt her nipples press against his side, and wished she wouldn’t move. Dana, in the same position, put on her glasses, and hit the display button on the remote control. Greg started to caress her back with his fingertips.

“Shit, Greg. It’s eleven o’clock.”

“See, I told you it was longer than five hours. It has been like seven hours.”

“No, you are missing the point. My mom’s shift ends at eleven. She’ll be home in the next ten minutes. Quick, get dressed!”

They both jumped up, and grabbed their clothes. Greg pulled his t-shirt over his head. Dana hurriedly put her sweatshirt back on, and got up from the couch with her bra in hand. She walked over to the doorway of her bedroom, and threw the bra on top of her bed. She walked back to the couch, to find that Greg had put the cushions back onto the couch. She saw Greg folding the blanket.

“Greg, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said as she grabbed the mugs, and moved them next to the sink in the kitchenette.

“No problem, I am almost done anyway.” Greg finished folding the blanket, and draped it over the back of the couch. Dana grabbed a plate from the dining room table, and handed it to Greg. She took the other one.

“I’ll help you carry these over to your place.”
“Thanks.”

They walked out into the hall, and into the Simmons’ apartment. The door was unlocked. Gingerly, they walked into the dark apartment, and they put the plates onto the counter in the kitchenette. They tiptoed back to the door, to not awaken Greg’s parents. They slipped back into the hallway. Greg walked Dana to the door of her apartment.

“Good night, Dana. Thank you for a great time.”

“Thank you, Greg. It was wonderful.”

“I want to see you again before I go back to school. What are you up to tomorrow?”

“I have to work from four to midnight.”

“Rats. I promised to volunteer at the senior citizen center from noon until three.”

“What time do you leave for school on Sunday?”

“Noon. I have to be there by four. The finance group that I am in has a semester kickoff meeting that I have to attend.”

“So, I guess it’s Sunday morning.”

“Breakfast at eight?”

“I will be at church with my mom. How about ten?”

“Ten will work. I wish we had more time.”

“So do I.”

Greg gave Dana a hug. The top of her head was at the base of his neck. She squeezed Greg closer, and Greg rested his cheek on top of Dana’s head. He felt Dana’s head move, and he looked down. They kissed one more time. After nearly a minute, Dana pulled back from Greg.

“Good night, Greg. I will see you on Sunday morning.”

“Good night.”

Dana went inside her apartment. Greg went into the adjacent apartment, and flopped onto the couch. Within seconds he was asleep.

Chapter 5

They had waited at Crepe Eggspectations for forty-five minutes until a table became available. The couple was nervous, and quiet. Greg commented about how he liked Dana’s gray skirt with black tights, and black turtleneck. Dana wondered if Thursday was a one-night stand, and if Greg would forget about her once he got back to school. They sat on a bench by the front door of the restaurant. Greg reached over and held Dana’s hand. He noticed a trace of sweat on her palms. Dana told Greg that she loved the chocolate chip pancakes there.

“Greg, party of two!” shouted the hostess. “Follow me.”

The two followed the thirty-something year old blonde hostess to a booth. They sat opposite each other, resting their elbows on the table. 

“Dana, I know this is awkward. I don’t know why it is awkward, but it is.”

“I feel bad that you’re leaving. I know you have to go, and I am trying not to be angry about it.”

“I’ll be back in May. I’ll be in Thomas Mill for the summer. We’ll have three months together.”

“What if you meet someone else?”

“What if you meet someone else, Dana?”

“Like that would ever happen.”

“Dana, you’re the one I want to be with. You’re just going to have to accept it. I am crazy about you. You are so smart, and funny, and beautiful. I just wish that you’d realize it, and see yourself the way that I see you.”

“You don’t really know me.”

“Can I take your order?”

The server had startled Dana and Greg. They had yet to look at their menus.

“I’ll have a chocolate chip pancakes, and a glass of skim milk.”

“And for you, sir?”

“A cup of coffee, black, and,” Greg paused as he skimmed through the menu. “And the eggs o’benedict.”

“Okay, coming right up.” The server wrote the orders on his note pad, and turned away.

“Where were we? You were saying that I don’t know you?”

“Well, yeah. You don’t know me. Poached eggs with corned beef? That sounds pretty good. Can I have a bite of it?” Dana asked as she read the description of Greg’s meal.

“Sure you can. You’re right. I don’t know you. But, so what? My mom didn’t know my dad before they started dating. They’ve been married for twenty-five years.”

“My mom didn’t know my dad, and they’ve been divorced for sixteen years.”

The server came and placed a glass of milk and a cup of coffee on the table. Realizing he was interrupting, he walked away immediately.

“It’s a risk, Dana. I am sorry about your folks, and that it didn’t work out for them. I felt something between us on Friday night. I don’t want to let that feeling go.”

“I think it is so unfair. I meet you, and now you’re going away. What if I don’t see you again? Why don’t I feel this way about someone from town?”

“So, you do feel something for me?”

“Yes, Greg. I can’t stop thinking about you. And now you’re leaving.”

“But, I’ll be back. I’ll call you. I’ll e-mail you every day. I’ll write you letters.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“And you won’t be in Iowa. I am not saying that it will be easy. I am saying that whatever pains we have when we are apart will be worth it, for the times we are together. Here, this is for you.”

Out of his shirt pocket, Greg produced an index card. He handed it to Dana. In Greg’s handwriting, it read:

I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU

GREG P. SIMMONS

305 RUTHERFORD HALL

167 WEST WALLACE STREET

MARSHALLTOWN, IOWA 50158

(641)555-1283

GPSIMMONS@CIOWAST.EDU

“Okay, chocolate chip pancakes for the lady, and eggs o’benedict for the gentleman.” The server placed the plates on the table. He put a bottle of syrup next to Dana. “Is there anything else that I you need?”

Greg looked at Dana with an inquiring look.

Dana smiled answered the question, “No, I think we going to be fine. Thank you.”

“Enjoy your meal.” The server retreated to the kitchen.

Chapter 6

A familiar sign greeted Greg. It read “Welcome Home To Thomas Mill. A Friendly Community. Population 30,000.” The wooden sign arched over the road, as if it were a gateway into town.

Greg drove into the parking garage of the Miller’s Crossing apartment complex. He pulled up next to a storage closet that was marked “4D – SIMMONS”. Shutting off the car, he removed the keys from the ignition. He took the keys, and searched for the Schlage key that would open the closet. Finding it, he unlocked the padlock on the door. The door creaked open on the rusty hinges.

Grabbing the books from the passenger side of the car, he carried them to the half-full closet. He placed them down on top of a box of Christmas decorations.

“Christmas,” he thought to himself. “What a great time that was.”

He opened up a book from his Actuarial Sciences class, and took out a folded piece of paper from inside the front cover. Leaning against the hood of the Cavalier, he opened the paper, and read it for the fiftieth time. He hoped that he had misunderstood the letter, or that somehow the words had changed. They had not. It read:

Hi Sweetie,

I miss you so much. I wanted to wish you good luck on your final exams. I know that you will do great. Things are fine here. It is getting warmer, and the flowers are blooming. Graduation is getting closer, and my days at Thomas Mill High are coming to an end. Not that I am very sad about it, you know that I am dying to get out. I spent four years of my life here, so it will be a change. Change is good.

There is something important that I have to tell you. I am afraid that you will be mad. This is hard to say, so I am just going to tell you. My dad has to go away on some business. I guess he has some big project in Holland, and he will be gone for almost all of the summer. He asked if he could see me before he left on June 7th. So, I am going to be in Chicago from May 20th until June 6th. I am going to skip the graduation ceremony, which is no big deal. I know that you get home on the twentieth, and I am sorry that I will not be there when you arrive.

I have missed you so much these four and a half months. I wish so much to see you, and give you a big hug. But, I hope you understand that I love my dad, and I don’t get to see him very often. Even though he cheated on my mom, and he lives far away, he is still my dad. Please don’t be mad.

I will be home on June 6th, and you had better be there to greet me!

Hugs and kisses,

Dana

Greg folded the letter, and placed it into the book again. He closed the book, and finished unloading his things. Everything other than his four bags of dirty laundry and his duffel bag was stuffed into the storage closet. After he locked the closet, he grabbed the duffel bag and a laundry bag and closed the car door. He walked up to the fourth floor of the apartment building. He passed Dana’s apartment. Pausing briefly, he looked at the door. His heart pained, as he realized for the first time how much he had really missed her. He moped on to his apartment, and walked inside. He dropped his bags, and saw a note for him on the dining room table to his right. It was in Kristy’s handwriting.

Greg,

Welcome home! Mom and Dad are playing bridge tonight. Scott called. He is having a big party at his place tonight. His parents are out of town. He asked if you could bring some beer.

Kristy

Scott was one of Greg’s closest friends in high school. Together, they were on the baseball team, and were lab partners in physics class. They had not seen each other since last summer. Scott went to college at Cornell. Scott’s father worked at Taylor and Reed, but was not let go in the downsizing. For a while, Greg felt resentment for Scott, and was jealous that he could get an Ivy League education, while his own father struggled. Greg’s father told him not hold a grudge against Scott, as it wasn’t his fault.

Night was beginning to fall. Greg made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner. He then moved his bags to the bedroom he shared with Kristy. Deciding that the khaki cargo shorts, sandals, and a white Central Iowa State Blackbirds t-shirt was good enough attire for the party, he walked down to his car.

He got in the car, and drove to the discount liquor store of Thomas Mill, Roll Out The Barrel. He picked up a case of Miller Lite, and then proceeded to Scott’s house.

He knew that Scott would have a good party. His house had a patio, and outdoor pool, and a hot tub. He drove near Scott’s house, and could hear music and laughter. He worried that an uptight neighbor might call the police, so Greg parked his car on a parallel street one block north of Scott’s house. He grabbed the case of beer, and ran across the block between two houses. He saw the lights of the patio, and heard splashes as people jumped into the pool. He walked across the backyard, and into the house. No one had greeted him, and it dawned on him that he didn’t know a soul at the party.

Chapter 7

Greg felt put out that he had spent twenty-two dollars on a case of beer for people he didn’t know. He opened a cooler that was on the floor of the kitchen. He opened it, and started to put the cans of beer into the cooler.

“Simmons! Is that you?”

Greg was halfway done stowing the beer. He stood up straight, and looked for who called his name.

“I am glad that you could make it. Thanks for bringing the reinforcements.”

Scott walked up to Greg and shook his hand, and pulled Greg in for a half-hug.

“Thanks for inviting me, Scott. It is good to see you. It must have been a long time since I was in Thomas Mill. Who are these people?”

“They’re seniors at TM High. I figured most of the girls are legal now, and they should get acclimated to the college lifestyle.”

“Are Mike and Clayton stopping by later?” Greg asked, referring to two friends from high school.

“Nah. Clayton’s parents took him on some cruise. Mike’s taking summer classes at Stanford. It’s just you and me from the old gang.”

“Well, it is good to see you. Let’s toast the occasion.”

Greg handed Scott a beer, and grabbed one of his own. They popped them open, and tapped the cans against one another.

“To homecomings,” Scott said.

They each poured half a can of beer into their mouths.

“By the way, Simmons. You’re sister is here.”

“Kristy’s here?”

“Yeah, she wanted me to tell you that you should find her when you got here.”

“That’s odd.”

“I think she was kind of buzzed. I have to tell you though, and don’t get offended at this, but she was looking good.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s fucking hot. You’ve told me a million times. And, no, I am not setting you up with her. She is still dating Shane.”

“I just like to get you riled up. You know I would never try anything with her.”




Perplexed Pt. 01



“Okay, well, I better go find her.”

Greg and Scott slammed the remainder of their beers. Greg grabbed a fresh one, and walked out onto the patio.

Chapter 8

Taking a sip of beer, Greg surveyed the back yard. A group of four boys were on the patio with lit cigarettes. In front of him a group of five people, three boys and two girls were sitting around a glass patio table, playing a card game. It didn’t take Greg long to figure out they were playing President/Asshole. To his right, he saw people jumping into and climbing out of the kidney-shaped in-ground pool.

Greg slowly sauntered over to the pool, curious to see the girls in their bikinis. The concrete around the pool was littered with beer cans, towels, and clothes. It appeared that not everyone had known this was a pool party. Some of the teenagers did not come with swimsuits, and they stripped down to their underwear and jumped into the pool. He saw about twelve boys swimming in boxer shorts, and four girls in just panties and bras.

“Greg! You made it!”

Kristy put her arms onto the deck of the pool, and hoisted herself out. Greg noticed her cleavage when she lowered her shoulders to force her body above the water. Kristy was one of the people not informed that this was to be a pool party. She gathered her wet, blonde hair unto a bunch, smoothed it, and threw the bunch over her shoulder. She was not conscious at all about her clothes, turquoise string bikini panties and a pink cotton under-wire bra, which were clinging to her body. Her long, slender legs strode toward Greg, who was trying to look in a different direction. As she got closer, Greg could see the outline of her areolas through her bra. Kristy reached out and hugged her brother. Greg, uncomfortably, returned the embrace. Not wanting to get his clothes damp, he released Kristy.

“Can I have a sip of that?” Kristy asked, pointing to the can of beer. Greg could smell the alcohol on Kristy’s breath.

“Haven’t you had enough?”

“C’mon, bro. Didn’t Mom always teach us to share?”

Greg was stupefied. His sister was standing before him, wet, and barely dressed. She was being pleasant. Greg figured it must be because of the alcohol. He handed Kristy his beer.

“Thanks!” Kristy poured the beer down her throat. She returned the can to Greg. He shook the can to judge the remaining volume. There was no more than an ounce or two left.

“Did you come with Shane?”

“No. We’re on a break from each other. He pissed me off at the prom. Scott called to invite you to the party, and he said that I was welcome to come, too.”

“You guys broke up?”

“No, just a break. He pissed me off, so I started withholding sex, he got frustrated, and we decided to take some time away from each other. We’ll get back together, eventually. But right now I am just having fun.”

Greg knew that Shane and Kristy had been having intercourse. He didn’t like to face the reality, and he always tried to put it out of his mind. Logically, he knew that most couples in a relationship of two years or more would engage in sex. He knew that if he were in a relationship that long, he would have no qualms with sex. He just didn’t want to think about it in terms of Kristy.

Kristy was starting to get cold. She was hoping that Greg would make a move, so she wouldn’t have to stand in front of everyone in her damp underwear. She knew that every guy walked by was staring lustfully at her hardened nipples or her rear end, depending on where he was standing. She only wanted one man to look at her lustfully right now, and Greg would not oblige. 

Perhaps she had underestimated her brother, she thought. Perhaps he was more hung up on the gnome that lived next door than she had thought. The only thing that Kristy knew for sure was that she had to have her brother. She needed to feel his penis ejaculate inside of her.

No one had come to the party with swimsuits. She had thrown aside her red, sleeveless shirt, kicked off her flip-flops, and peeled off her white, hip hugger shorts before anyone else had entered the pool. Boys at Thomas Mill High fantasized about how Kristy Simmons looked naked. Around the pool, many boys were frozen as they watched her slowly undress, each of them wondering how far she would go. Kristy wasn’t pleased about being objectified. But, it was necessary in order to seduce Greg. She jumped into the pool, and ten boys followed her lead by shedding their clothes. Kristy was relieved when Greg finally showed up near the pool.

There was a problem in Kristy’s plan. She didn’t expect her brother to be disinterested in her body. She needed something to happen to spark interest from Greg. Someone shouted, and Kristy knew that her chance had arrived.

Chapter 9

“Cops!” Scott screamed as he ran around frantically. “The cops are coming!”

Greg and Kristy saw flashing red and blue lights coming from the front of the house.

“C’mon, Kristy. Let’s go!” Greg threw down the beer can. He grabbed her hand, and started pulling her further into the backyard.

“But, my clothes!”

“There’s no time. We have to run, now.”

The two ran between two houses. Greg grabbed his keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the Cavalier’s passenger side door. He threw the door open.

“Jump in,” he said.

Kristy jumped in, and Greg ran around the front of the car. The street was dark. The police were focusing on the front of the house. Greg unlocked the driver side door, and sat in the car.

“Did you leave anything behind?”

“Other than my clothes?”

“Yes, other than that. Did you bring a purse?”

“No, why?”

“You identification would be in your purse. Although no one would be able to prove that you were doing anything illegal, it is probably best just to steer clear of the situation.”

“No, I didn’t leave anything else behind,” Kristy said. There was relief in her voice. She had gotten out of the pool without being groped, and she was with the man she wanted. Kristy held Greg’s right hand. “Thanks, Greg.”

“No problem. Let’s head home.”

Greg moved his hand away from Kristy’s and started the car, and started driving. The fastest way home was to drive by Scott’s house. He deliberately took a longer route home than necessary, to avoid the police. He rolled down the window.

“Greg, I’m cold.” Kristy shivered as the crisp night air hit her wet hair and body. Greg rolled up the window.

“Is that better?”

“I am still cold. Can I wear your shirt?”

Greg came to a stop sign.

“Fine,” he said as he pulled off his shirt, and handed it to Kristy. She pulled it over her head, and down over her body. Before she put her arms through the sleeves, she reached around her back and unhooked her bra. She slid the bra off of her arms and shoulders, and put it in her lap. After she put her arms through the sleeves, she threw the bra into the back seat. She then raised her butt, and pulled the shirt down over her bottom.

“What in hell are you doing?”

“I’m freezing, Greg. I am not going to wear those wet clothes all night. I’ll catch cold,” Kristy said as she pulled her panties down her legs. She threw them into the back seat as well. She was still cold. She crossed her naked legs, hoping that Greg would notice. The t-shirt was big. I was big on Greg, and it was huge on Kristy.

“I’m happy that you’re home, Greg.”

“You are?”

“I am looking forward to spending some time with you.”

“Really?” Greg couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried to convince himself that his sister was still drunk.

“I am going away to Nebraska, and you will be in Iowa. Both those places are a long way from Thomas Mill. Our family is going to start growing apart.”

“Only if we let it grow apart, Kristy.”

“You’re so sweet. I have a confession to make.”

“Kristy, let’s hold off on drunken confessions.”

“I am not that drunk anymore. I think the excitement from escaping the police sobered me up. But, there is something I have to tell you.”

“Okay, I am listening.”

“I know that I have been mean to you while we were growing up. I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you.”

“Kristy,” Greg interrupted, “don’t worry about it.”

“No, please let me finish. I always thought you were an apple polisher, always trying to stay on Mom and Dad’s good side. Well, it made me feel inadequate, as if it put me on Mom and Dad’s bad side, because I wasn’t a good kid like you are.” Kristy sighed. She tried to make herself sound vulnerable, unsure if it was working. “I guess I resented you, because I thought you were trying to make me look bad. But, I have come to realize that you were genuine. You treat Mom and Dad so well, and you’re just such a sweet guy. I am sorry, Greg. With me moving away, I have been reflecting on my life here in Thomas Mill, and I have regrets. I am trying to clear them up.”

“Kristy,” Greg tried to interject.

“No, I am almost finished, Greg. I need to get this out. I regret the way I have treated you, Greg. You’re my only brother, and I hope that we can repair our relationship. I love you, Greg,” Kristy wiped a tear from her eye, and sniffled.

“I love you, too, Kristy. Don’t worry. Things between us will be fine,” Greg said without looking at her. Kristy had poured her heart out to Greg, and he still wasn’t showing any feeling for her.

About a block away from home, Kristy was beginning to doubt that she could seduce Greg. She raised her arms, and ran her fingers through her damp hair, trying to think of what to do next. Stopping at a red light, Kristy saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was Greg turning his head away quickly. She stopped moving, but continued to watch Greg. He peeked at her, this time out of the corner of his eye. But, he didn’t look directly at her face. He looked down, and then up at her face, and his eyes darted back to focus on the road. She had caught him. Greg had looked though the sleeve of the shirt, and saw his sister’s bare breast. Kristy knew there was still hope.

Chapter 10

Kristy and Greg walked the stairs up to the fourth floor of the Miller’s Crossing apartment building. Greg was wearing sandals and a pair of shorts, and Kristy was wearing an oversized t-shirt. Walking up the last flight of stairs, Kristy took a misstep.

“Whoa!”

Greg put his arm around her shoulder, and Kristy stood with both feet on the step.

“Are you okay, Kristy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess the alcohol is still affecting me.”

“What did you drink before I got there?”

“I had a few shots of tequila.”

“My gosh, I’m lucky you are even walking at all.”

Greg removed his arm from her shoulder. Kristy grabbed the railing with her right arm, and Greg’s forearm with her left. She was bent at the waist.

“Just give me a second, please. I’ll be okay.”

“Are you going to throw up?”

“No, I just need to catch my breath. I have a hair appointment tomorrow afternoon. I hope that I won’t be too hung over. I need to get my hair done before graduation.”

“If you need to catch your breath, you should stand upright. It expands the lungs.”

Kristy did as Greg recommended, and her breathing returned normal. She looked at Greg. This was the first time she had seen him in a good light since he took off his t-shirt.

“Have you been working out?” she asked.

“Not really.”

“You look like you’re in great shape.”

“I haven’t been doing anything out of the ordinary. You know I am not very athletic.”

“Whatever you are doing, keep it up.”

“Thanks,” Greg said, uncomfortably.

“Okay,” Kristy said with a deep breath. “I am ready to go.”

They walked up the remaining few steps, and through a doorway. They walked down the hall to their apartment. Greg unlocked the door, and silently walked inside. Kristy tiptoed behind him. Greg went into the bathroom, and from the linen closet inside, pulled out a pillow and a set of sheets. Kristy watched him from outside the door.

“Greg, don’t worry about the sheets. I already made your bed.”

“I am going to sleep on the couch, like I always do.”

“Don’t be silly. The bed is already made.”

“I don’t want to keep you up with my snoring.”

“Please, Greg. I am not feeling great. It would mean a lot to me if you stayed in our room. That way, if I get sick, you can help me out. I guess I am a little worried after my episode on the stairs.”

“Okay, if it would make you more comfortable.”

“Thanks, Greg.”

Greg put the pillow and sheets away. Kristy walked into the bedroom. Greg followed. The room was not completely dark as a glow from a streetlight outside gave a little illumination. He took off his shorts, and rooted through his duffel bag for a something comfortable to wear to bed. He found a pair of meshed jogging shorts. He put them on. He turned around, and saw Kristy sprawled out on her bed, on top of the blankets. She was already asleep. Greg tried to wake her.

“Kristy, aren’t you going to put on your pajamas?”

She didn’t move. Greg walked over to her, and nudged her. Kristy looked groggily at him.

“Kristy, why don’t you get under the covers. You’ll catch cold.”

Kristy slid on her side down the bed, as she pulled down her quilt. The t-shirt bunched up around her waist. Greg looked at Kristy’s naked thigh. Before getting under the quilt, Kristy collapsed down onto her pillow. Her knees, shins, and feet were on top of the quilt, while the rest of her was on the mattress. Greg lifted her feet, and tried to pull the quilt down farther. Fitfully, Kristy rolled onto her back. Greg had not let go of her feet. His mouth dropped, as he saw the t-shirt was gathered around Kristy’s navel. In the orange glow of the streetlight, Greg looked at the patch of pubic hair that was in front of him. His sister’s secret garden, the fantastical playground of the boys of Thomas Mill High, was presented before him in the soft, beaming light. Quickly, Greg placed her feet on the mattress, and covered up his sister’s body with the blanket.

Greg crawled into his bed, against the perpendicular wall from Kristy’s. Under his blanket, he felt his prick come to life. The images of his sister, climbing out of the pool in her underwear, her breast peeking through the sleeve of his shirt, and her curly, dark bush dominated his mind. He tried to stop them. He thought of Dana. He wished that he could be on the other side of the wall, in bed with her. But, his mind wandered back to the molten sensuality of the girl ten feet away from him. He played a mental game of tug-of-war, until his brain became exhausted, and he fell asleep.

Chapter 11

Three hundred miles away in a Gold Coast apartment, Dana tossed and turned on the sleeper sofa’s pullout bed. The angst crawled at her skin. She could feel her calf muscles tightening. She thought of Greg being back in Thomas Mill. Instead of being ten feet away, she was stuck in Chicago.

A week ago, she had a dream. Greg sat on the couch next to her, bare-chested. They kissed. Greg guided Dana’s hand down the front of his flannel pajama bottoms, so that she was touching his dick. It was bigger and harder than Dana had ever imagined. Dana leaned back on the couch, with her head propped up by the armrest. She pulled Greg on top of her. While they kissed, Dana pushed down Greg’s pajama bottoms. Greg tried to push her blouse up, but Dana knocked his hands away. She reached under her skirt, and pulled her black tights and panties down to her knees. Grabbing Greg’s penis, she guided it between her thighs. Just as it was about to enter her body, she woke up in a gasp.

Out of breath, she had this strange feeling come over her. It gripped her entire body. Waves of a calming relief pulsated throughout her being. Her spine tingled. Slowly, her breathing returned. Her entire body relaxed, and she looked up at the ceiling. Uncontrollably, she was shaking. Dana was shocked that she could feel this way from only a dream. It was the first orgasm she ever felt.

Dana had never masturbated before. In the middle of her Dad’s living room, she was not going to start now. She longed for that feeling of contentment that she felt seven days earlier. Greg was the first person to make her feel womanly. She felt cheated that she couldn’t welcome him home.

She got up and walked over to the window. Pulling back the drapes, she stared out into the sky. It was a dark blue. The lights of the city prevented her from seeing stars. Not one star was visible, nothing for Dana upon which to wish. She stared down onto LaSalle Street below her. Cabs were driving up and down the street. People walked up and down the sidewalks. She wondered how could she feel so alone in a city of more than three million people.

Her father was asleep in the next room. Dana loved her father. She would spend two weeks with him near the holidays, and two weeks during the summer. Only spending four weeks together a year, Dana could feel that they were growing apart. When her dad picked her up at the train station, he gave her a box. Dana opened the box, and pulled the stuffed panda bear out. She thanked her father, but didn’t have the heart to tell him that she stopped collecting stuffed bears five years ago.

It worried Dana that she would never have a normal relationship with a boy. She did not know if she could relate to a man. Growing up with her divorced mother had taken away the opportunity to see a functional marriage. She never blamed her parents for getting a divorce, reasoning that she would be more miserable if they stayed together for her sake. She didn’t want her parents resenting her. On the other hand, she would have liked growing up with a man around. She wished she had a man to confide in, to give her a different viewpoint.

Dana thought again of Greg. She very badly wanted to see him. But, she was also terrified of him. She wanted to meet his expectations. She didn’t want to disappoint him. Greg deserved to be with a wonderful girl, and would she be wonderful in his eyes. Dana doubted it. Looking out the window, Dana caught a reflection of herself. The ugly duckling, she thought to herself. Tears started to stream down her face, and she pondered how any guy could find her attractive. She crawled back into bed, buried her head into a pillow, and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 12

Kristy woke up and looked at the clock on her dresser. It was 8:20 AM. She looked at the other bed in the room. It was empty and unmade. She felt nauseous. Getting on her feet was a challenge. She could feel the vomit rising up her throat. After staggering for a few steps, she hustled into the bathroom. Scooting past her brother she made a beeline for the toilet. Kneeling on the tile, she lifted the toilet seat, and placed her head below the rim.

Greg had barely turned around to see what had whizzed by him when he heard his sister wretch. He spit the toothpaste out of his mouth into the sink, and put the toothbrush on the counter. After rinsing his mouth, he turned to look at Kristy. She was bent over the toilet, head-on. The t-shirt was riding up again, revealing her bare bottom. Greg wanted to stare longer at the small, plump, plump peach that was being presented to him, but he knew this wasn’t the time. He shook his head to clear out the dirty thoughts, and approached the toilet. 

He crouched beside the toilet, between his sister and the bathtub. He gathered her hair, so that it was outside of the bowl. He could smell the vomit. He looked at Kristy, and saw the sweat beading on her forehead. She wretched again, and Greg saw a yellow liquid drip out of her mouth. As he tried not to look at the spittle hanging from her lip, he noticed that the collar of the t-shirt was hanging away from Kristy’s neck. This afforded him a view right down her shirt, and he could see her right breast. He could feel his dick awaken.

Kristy spit into the toilet, like a baseball player spitting chewing tobacco. She turned her head and looked at me, her blue eyes surrounded by a bloodshot red, and her face was ghost white. Greg let go of her hair, and she tossed it over her shoulder with a twitch of her neck. Kristy tried to smile.




Perplexed Pt. 02



Chapter 25

Wendy Chalmers submitted to her anonymous lover. She gave in completely to the anonymous lover who was sending her to sexual ecstasy. She was on sensory overload, as she felt, smelled, and tasted sex all around her. The pressure built up inside of her, and could no longer be contained.

The stranger tunneled deep inside of her, his hands on her hips. Wendy felt a shockwave of tension build up in her clitoris, and radiate throughout her entire body. Screaming, her orgasm took control of her body, flooding every nerve from her head to her toes.

Also flooding her was the product of her assailant's own orgasm. As her body released her sexual tension, it was filled with his semen. He let out a primal grunt of his own, gripping Wendy's body even tighter.

The two collapsed on top of Kristy, with Wendy sandwiched in between. Wendy lay with her head on Kristy's stomach, her nervous system still trying to process what had just occurred. The stranger fell over Kristy's left leg, his face coming face to face with Kristy.

"Shane!"

The numbness Wendy was feeling in her body suddenly disappeared. Leaping up, she scurried over to the light switch. After a moment of letting her eyes adjust to the light, she saw Shane Bullock, naked, lying next to Kristy Simmons, whose dress was still over her waist exposing her pubic hair.

Chapter 26

She heard a knock on the door, but didn't want to move.

"Wendy! I am going to the airport to pick up your Dad. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Okay, Mom."

Wendy lay in bed, annoyed that her mother interrupted her flashback. It had been nearly three weeks since her threesome with Kristy and Shane. Since that night, it dominated her thoughts. The raw sexual power of Shane, as he fucked her while his girlfriend watched from below emboldened Wendy. It made her feel like a sexual goddess, as if she could have anything she wanted.

Lately, something else was bothering Wendy. Her menstrual cycle was usually as reliable as the sun rising and setting. But, as she woke up on this Wednesday morning, her period was four days past due.

She sat up in bed, and grabbed her purse from the nightstand. Rummaging through various lipsticks, eyeliners, and two pairs of sunglasses, she finally found the home pregnancy test she bought at the drugstore.

Summoning all the courage she had, she walked across her bedroom, into the attached bathroom.

Chapter 27

"Dana!"

Greg Simmons knocked on the door of Dana Nelson's apartment.

"Dana, please, can we talk?"

Greg heard silence.

"Dana, I know you're home. I heard the radio in your bedroom."

Greg was becoming exasperated. Dana hadn't talked to him in almost a week, as they had been fighting since their trip home from Chicago.

"Please, Greg, just go away!"

"No," Greg said, almost to the point of yelling. "I will not just go away. Dana, I care about you too much to just go away."

"If you care about me so much, who did you fuck that other girl?"

"Dana, I didn't fuck anyone else!"

Greg said this in a loud voice, and doors opened up and down the hallway, heads popping out, giving him dirty looks. Greg mouthed "I'm sorry" to the other tenants.

"Sure, Greg. Tell me that story again about how your sister put it there, but doesn't remember putting it there."

They had been over this a hundred times, and no one could make a breakthrough in the argument.

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Greg walked back to the apartment next door and went straight to his bedroom. He climbed onto his bed, and replayed the story in his mind as he stared at the ceiling.

After arriving at the Travelodge in Chicago, he walked up to room, and an awaiting Dana. He knocked on the door.

Dana looked through the peephole, and threw the door open.

"Greg!" She hugged him through her tears. "I am so happy to see you! I have been so scared."

"Its okay, Dana. I'm here and you're safe. That is all that is important. Where di your father hit you?"

"Here," she said pointing to her cheek. "But it doesn't hurt. It is fine. Anyway, I don't want to think about that every again."

Dana bounced up on her tiptoes and softly kissed Greg on the lips. Greg wrapped his arms around Dana, held her tight, and softly returned her kiss. Their tongues waltzed in the warmth of each other's mouths. Greg pulled away from Dana, and guided her inside the room, closing the door behind him.

His arm around her waist, they walked over to the king-sized bed, and sat on the edge. Dana took off her glasses, her green eyes were surrounded by redness from crying. Tears started to flow down her cheeks again as she rested her head on Greg's shoulder.

"You make me feel so safe. I want to be next to you forever."

"Dana, I'll be there for you, no matter what."

Dana got up and turned off the lights in the room. Only a dim light coming from the bathroom provided a soft glow to the room. After stepping out of her flip-flops, Dana stood before the seated Greg, and pulled her shirt over her head. After dropping her shirt to the floor, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wiggling as they worked down her legs.

"Well, Greg. Aren't you going to get comfortable?"

Greg quickly took off his shirt and his shorts. Dana stepped out of her jeans, and lunged on top of Greg, his back falling on the mattress. They resumed their deep kissing, Dana ran her fingers through Greg's short brown hair.

Sitting up on Greg's midsection, Dana pulled down the straps of her bra and uncovered her small, sagging breasts. She guided Greg's hands up to her nipples, and he felt the soft flesh squirm beneath her fingers.

Dana threw her head back, her long black hair flowing behind her back. She closed her eyes, and let out a lustful groan, holding Greg's hands close to her chest.

Greg looked at Dana's body. He saw her white, plump stomach rising out of her blue and green striped panties. Being alone in a strange city, having just rescued her, he had a feeling where this was heading. Dana slowly jostling her hips over his boxer-clad crotch, he suspected that Dana would offer him his virginity during the night.

Spent from his earlier mischief with his sister Kristy, and a six hour drive, Greg realized that his penis was not responding to the stimulus of a nearly naked eighteen year old on his lap. Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself into an erection. Every girlie magazine photo, every pornographic movie that he had ever seen flashed before his eyes, to no avail. Sneaking into his mind was a flashback of Kristy standing naked in their bedroom doorway. Confused, Greg felt guilty that he was fantasizing about his sister while he was with a girl who had placed all of his trust in him.

As Dana continued bucking her hips, she became aware that Greg wasn't responding.

"Greg, are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, baby," Greg lied.

"It just seems line you're not, um, you know."

"Not what? You feel so good."

"But you're not, uh, getting, um hard," Dana stammered.

Dana laid down next to Greg on the bed.

"Don't I turn you on, Greg?"

Frustration started to set in for Greg. He wanted to give Dana what she wanted, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Feeling emasculated, he searched for an excuse.

"It's not that Dana. It's not you at all."

"Sure it's me, Greg. I tried to act all sexy for you, and I just couldn't turn you on."

Greg saw the tears starting to build up in Dana's eyes.

"Dana, I can't believe I am going to tell you this, but there is a reason why this is happening."

"Why is that?"

Saying that he twice had sex with Kristy entered his thoughts. He had to suppress that notion before it accidentally slipped out. A more appealing lie came to the forefront.

"Well, first of all, I am exhausted from all the stress and driving today."

"Too exhausted for sex? I didn't think that could happen," Dana said sarcastically.

"It does, especially considering what else I did."

"And what was that? Had sex with another girl?"

"No, Dana. You're the only girl for me."

Greg was appalled at how easy it was to lie to this sweet, innocent girl.

"Then, what is it?"

Looking Dana in the eyes, Greg said, "This morning, I didn't know that we were going to see each other today, or even this week. I was alone and horny in bed. So, I took care of it."

"You took care of it?" Dana sounded confused.

"I masturbated."

"Oh, and that's still affecting you?"

"Wait, there's more. After you called and I thought you would be on the train home, I got excited, and I did it again."

"Twice?"

"Yes. And you know who know who was in my thoughts both times?"

"Lisa Wilson?"

"No. You were, sweetheart."

Greg pulled Dana close and kissed her. He then whispered in her ear.

"You're the only one I want, and I promise I will make up for this. We have all summer."

Chapter 29

Dana woke up the next morning as the sunlight streamed through the seam between the drapes of the hotel room. She looked at the clock, seeing it read 9:17 AM. Greg had talked her into going to sleep after their sexual misfire, reasoning that they were physically and emotionally drained. Although she was frustrated, she felt safe and secure sleeping in Greg's arms.

He was right, as she felt refreshed, having slept like a log. Still in her underwear, she crawled out of bed, and scurried over to her clothes on the floor. She didn't want Greg to see her obnoxiously white, fleshy skin in the bright light. Greg woke up, seeing a shirt cascading down Dana's bare back.

"Oh goody! You're awake!"

Dana jumped on the bed next to Greg. Not minding each other's morning breath, the couple started kissing again. Dana's hair lightly fell on Greg's chest. A friskiness filling his being, Greg pulled down the sheets, and pulled close to him. Dana's bare leg pressed against his boxers, and he could feel her skin through the fly, touching his bare penis. Both of them felt Greg's growing erection.

Dana grinned widely, enjoying the sexual dominion that she was exerting over Greg. She felt womanly. She reached down and pulled off Greg's boxer shorts, and threw them to the floor. For the first time, she saw a naked man. Now, she could explore the male specimen next to her.

She manipulated Greg's balls and penis. She felt his dick become stiffer while in the palm of her hand. The whole room was stirring with sexual energy. Greg moaned.

"Oh, Dana. That feels so good. Please don't stop."

Dana tickled the bottom of Greg's penis, tracing the veins with her fingertips. Her hand then wrapped around the shaft, and she lightly rubbed up and down, her thumb and forefinger stroking over the lip between the stem and the head.

"Greg, sweetie, I want you."

Dana yanked her panties down her legs, and left them on the mattress next to Greg's knees. She laid on top of Greg, resting her slit against his dick. Raising and lowering her hips, her wetness allowed her vagina to glide up and down the pole beneath her.

Greg's hips matched Dana's rhythm. He saw Dana taking deep breaths, her face starting to clench as she reached the top of his penis, and then relax as she slid down, over and over.

Suddenly, Dana's humping stopped. She hovered at the top of Greg's prick and looked into his brown eyes.

"Please, Greg. I want you to make love to me."

The head of his penis started to slip into her hungry vagina. Greg moved his body down, away from her genitals.

"Greg, what's wrong?"

"Dana, I want you more than anything right now. But, what about protection? Are you on the pill?"

"Um, no, I am not."

Dana felt deflated.

"Honey, as much as I want to, I don't think we can risk it, unless you're on the pill."

Resigned to the fact that Greg was right, Dana climbed off Greg's body for the second time.

"No, I am not," she said as she put her head on his belly, looking at his erect penis. Dana started to pet his dick.

"Can I still play with this?"

"Of course you can," Greg said, smiling.

Dana massaged his penis. Squeezing the shaft she moved the skin propelling over the hard blood vessels below. Dana started to lightly blow on the head. The coolness on his burning skin brought Greg to his peak. His body strained in orgasm.

Expecting to see a geyser of fluid, Dana was surprised to see only a few drops trickle out and seep down onto her hand.

Greg exhaled, and opened his eyes.

"That was great, Dana."

She smiled at him.

"I'm glad you liked it."

She snuggled up to Greg and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you getting hungry?"

"Sex and bacon. Is that all that guys think about?"

"Pretty much."

"Can't we just lie here for awhile?"

"Sure, but we have to check out and hit the road soon. And neither one of us has showered."

"Oh, wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

"Yep, that's me. Love 'em and leave 'em for bacon."

"You're so silly. I get it, time to feed the bear. I'll go get in the shower."

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After breakfast at Au Bon Pain, Greg loaded his backpack and Dana's suitcase in the trunk of the Chevy Cavalier. He held the door open for Dana, and closed it as she sat in the passenger seat.

As Greg walked around to the driver side, Dana reached to put her purse in the backseat. Her blood boiled at the sight of women's underwear.

Greg sat behind the wheel and smiled at Dana.

"Ready to head home?"

"What the hell, Greg?"

"So, you don't want to go home?"

"Whose underwear is that?"

"What? What underwear?"

The freight train hit Greg right between the eyes. Kristy had taken off her underwear in the car after going swimming.

"Greg, just be honest with me. Are you seeing someone else?"

"Dana, no, you have it all wrong."

"I have it all wrong. First, you are sexed out when I see you, now I am finding underwear in your car. What can I have wrong?"

"It's Kristy's."

"Why would Kristy's underwear be in your car?"

"It is a long story."

"Longer than five hours?"

Greg explained how Kristy was drunk and went swimming. After the cops raided the party, Greg and Kristy escaped to his car. To stop her shivering, he lent her his t-shirt, and she slipped out of her wet underwear.

Dana wasn't buying it. She didn't believe that Kristy would talk to Greg at a party, much less do it while wet in her underwear. Then, stripping off her clothes and putting on his shirt, even while drunk, would require a big leap of faith. It was much easier to reason that Greg was with another girl, especially given his sexual performance over the last twelve hours.

The five hour ride home was uncomfortable to say the least. Most of the time, Dana stared out at the rolling prairie along the interstate in silence. Greg searched for the words to alleviate Dana's doubts, but couldn't find them. He decided silence was the best course of action.

Chapter 31

Greg needed to get gas. He pulled off the interstate and found a gas station that looked deserted. He started to fill up the car with regular gasoline.

"Do you want a Coke, or anything?"

Dana didn't say anything, she just shook her head.

Greg walked into the station and grabbed a twenty ounce bottle of Coke from the cooler. There was a balding, elderly man behind the counter, wearing a white t-shirt under his overalls and a green John Deere cap.

"Can I help you find anything, son?

Greg was happy to hear someone's voice after getting the silent treatment in the car.

"No, thank you, sir. I just needed the Coke and the gas."

"Where are you headed today?"

"A little town called Thomas Mill."

"Ah, a friendly community. But, you've got some driving ahead of you."

"Maybe two hours, it shouldn't be that bad."

"What sends you to Thomas Mill?"

"I'm from there. I'm coming back from Chicago. My girlfriend and I took a little trip."

"Ah, a little romantic getaway?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"Young love. That will be $32.53 for the gas and the Coke."

Greg handed the gentleman his credit card, noticing the name tag reading "Morty". Morty ran the credit card and handed Greg the receipt to sign.

"There you go, Morty," he said completing his signature.

"You drive safe, young man. And take care of that little lady you got. Ain't nothing more fragile than a daisy losing its petals."

"Point taken, Morty. I appreciate it."

Greg grabbed his Coke and moseyed back to the car. He hopped in the driver's seat, and pulled away, not saying a word to Dana.

Chapter 32

When they pulled up to the Miller's Crossing apartment complex, Dana broke the impasse.

"Greg, I don't want to seem ungrateful for all you've done for me. A lot has happened over the last two days. I need time to process all of this."

"Can we talk about it?"

"Eventually. Right now, I just need some time to think."

"Dana, I have been nothing but honest with you. You have to believe me."

The lies started flowing again.

"I don't know. I am not saying I don't believe you. I just don't know right now."

The standoff had now lasted two weeks, and Greg wasn't any closer to getting Dana back. He was beginning to lose hope.

"Mom, I am going to my doctor's appointment!"

Greg heard Dana's voice through the wall, as she hollered from her bedroom.

"Okay, Dana. I'll see you when I get home from work."

Greg slammed his fists against the mattress at the sound of Dana's voice.

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The two of them sat on the couch.

"I have something important to tell you," she said.

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's pretty big. So, I am just going to come out and say it."

"You can tell me. I love you, and nothing you say will change that."

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my Lord! How did this happen?"

"Did you miss biology class? It is pretty obvious how it happened."

He searched for something to say, but came up empty.

"And you're the father."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. It couldn't be anyone else."

Greg Simmons was shaken to the core. There had to be a mistake. The vision of a three-armed baby with a tail came back to him.

"Kristy, this can't be happening. I thought you were on the pill."

"I wish it weren't happening, Greg, but it is. You're the only guy I have fucked in the last month, and I missed my period. I took a test, and it came back positive. These things never have false positives."

"But, the pill, Kristy. You were on the pill."

"I don't know, Greg. All I can come up with was that I threw up that morning. I must've thrown up the pill, too."

"Are you sure it's mine? It isn't Shane's?"
"Greg, it is yours. I don't like it any more than you do. Do you know how sick I am over carrying my brother's baby? I love you, Greg, but you're my brother. As much as I wish this weren't happening, it won't change the fact that I am pregnant and you're the father."

Greg started to cry. His whole life was falling apart around him. Kristy reluctantly hugged her brother, allowing him to sob on his shoulder.

"What are we going to do, Kristy?"

"I think there's only one thing we can do, Greg."

The thought of abortion made Greg's skin crawl. But, Kristy was right. It was their only option.

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Wendy called Shane after taking the pregnancy test. She was excited to tell him the news. Shane invited her over, and now she was knocking on the front door of his family's Cape Cod style home. She wore a white voile skirt that went halfway down her calves, and a light green tank top. She wore her most supportive bra, making her round breasts look like perfect globes filling out her tight shirt.

"Hey, Wen-dog! Come on in!" Shane said, as he answered the door, in only a Nebraska t-shirt and red athletic shorts.

"Hi, Shane."

They hugged each other, Shane having to reach down to make up for their fifteen inch height difference. Wendy found enough altitude to kiss him on the cheek.

"Please, don't call me Wen-dog."

"Okay, girlie, whatever you say."




Perplexed Pt. 02



"Can you please just call me Wendy?"

"Will do, Wendy. To what do I owe the honor of having a babe like you come over?"

Wendy knew Shane was a bullshitter. Almost any girl in town would love to be standing in his house, alone with the future college quarterback.

"I have something to tell you."

"You took the test?"

"Yep."

"And?"

Wendy smiled.

"Negative."

"Excellent!"

Shane hugged Wendy again, lifting her body off the ground. He spun around in the foyer, holding her body close to his.

"Wendy, you don't know how relieved I am!" he exclaimed as he put her down.

"You can say that again. We'll have to be more careful next time."

Shane laughed.

"What makes you think there will be a next time?"

Wendy answered Shane's question by leaping into Shane's body, hoisting her body up on his shoulders. Shane caught her, and placed his hands on her butt, lending more support.

"Well, we have to celebrate the good news, don't we?"

Wendy kissed Shane, not allowing him any room to escape.

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Dr. Janine Gratiot entered the room. She wore black-rimmed librarian glasses, with a silk pink blouse and a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her dazzling white lab coat fell down below her waist, with her name embroidered on the right breast. She opened a folder and started reading, without making eye contact with her patient. Her high heels made her almost the same height as Dana, who was sitting on the light blue vinyl covered examination table.

Dana sat nervously on the edge of the table, feeling exposed, even though she was covered in a pink-and-white checkered paper gown. Her shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, bra, and underwear lay in a rumpled pile on a chair. The worst part of her doctor's appointment was over. She already had the breast exam and the pelvic exam. Her discomfort with the appearance of her body was matched by the sensation of the speculum exerting pressure on her vaginal walls. She felt relief that the physical part of the exam was over, even though Dr. Gratiot had been as gentle and professional as possible.

"Well, Dana. Everything looks normal and healthy. We'll have the results of your Pap in a few weeks."

Dana nodded, not wanting to talk and prolong the time she spent in the clinical nakedness.

"You told the nurse that you are not yet sexually active."

Dana nodded again.

"Do you plan to become sexually active soon?"

Greg came into Dana's mind. She had come so close to losing her virginity to him. Now, she was faced with the prospect of loneliness.

"No, ma'am."

"You are still complaining about the cramping during your period. Here is where you have a choice. You can continue with the four or five days of intense cramping and rely on ibuprofen, or I can prescribe something that might take the edge off of the cramps."

"What would that be?"

"I can put you on birth control. One of the benefits of the pill is that it reduces cramping in most women who take it. It also lowers your risk of uterine and ovarian cancer. I don't want you to make a decision right now. When is your next cycle?"

"Probably in a few days. I have been kind of crampy lately."

"I'll write a prescription for you. Then, you can decide. I'll have the nurse give you some literature so that you can make an informed decision. If you would like to take it, start on the first day of your period and take it daily. It is the easiest way to prevent some of those nasty cramps."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay. You can get dressed, and I'll see you in a year."

"Thanks, doctor."

Dr. Gratiot smiled at Dana, closed her folder, and left the room.

Chapter 36

They had only been together three times. The last time was the day after Greg had returned from Chicago. Greg woke up and saw that Kristy's bed was empty. Walking into the living room in his boxer shorts, he found Kristy sitting on the couch. She looked distracted, as she pretended to read a People magazine, Greg took in the sight of her legs flowing out of her long, royal blue t-shirt.

"Good morning, Kristy," he said as he sat down, half a cushion away.

Kristy took his hand.

"Good morning, Greg," she said softly. "We have to talk."

Greg felt dread as the words escaped Kristy's full, pink lips.

"I suppose we do," he said, sheepishly.

"What happened two days ago, it can't happen again. It was a mistake. I don't know how, but things got out of hand. You understand, right?"

Greg sighed before answering.

"Yes, I get it. I understand all the reasons why we shouldn't do it. But, I love you so much, Kristy, and it felt so good."

Greg scooted over on the couch, getting closer to Kristy.

"It just isn't right, Greg. You know that."

"Answer one question for me. Did you enjoy it?"

Kristy contemplated the answer and its effects. If she said no, Greg would be angry with her, but it probably would bring a quick end to the discussion. If she said yes, there would be talk of why they should deprive themselves of pleasure.

She couldn't have Greg angry at her.

"Yes, of course I enjoyed it."

"Well, then, maybe we should follow our hearts," Greg tied to appeal to her emotions and sentimental side.

"But, it would never work, Greg. What would we tell our friends? What would we tell Mom and Dad?"

"The truth, they would just have to deal with it."

"Greg, please try to be reasonable."

"What's more reasonable than being with the one you love?"

Kristy was beginning to think she picked the wrong tactic.

"I think you're confusing sex for love, Greg. Its okay, we all do it. I love you too, but just because we had sex doesn't mean that we are going to be able to satisfy every need for each other. What if we want to have a family? That is important to me."

"We can adopt."

"Greg, this can't happen. If you truly search your heart, you'll come to that conclusion. Why, just the other day you were racing to Chicago to save that girl. Now, you want to be with me forever. And will you drop me for the next available thing, because you can have a wedding, a family, and all those things with her that you can't have with me?"

Greg saw Kristy's point that he was trying to have his cake and eat it, too. If he really cared about Dana, he should end this depraved romping with his sister. While his mind came to that conclusion, his flesh went another direction.

"You're right, Kristy. Just allow me this."

Greg kissed Kristy. Kristy tried to pull away as Greg's tongue forced its way past her lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Can we have a last hurrah?"

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Kristy relented, and allowed Greg to kiss her. His tongue swirled inside her mouth. Greg tugged at Kristy's shirt, pulling it up over her stomach. As soon as he could maneuver around her shirt, he slid a hand up her stomach, grabbing a breast. He squeezed, feeling her nipple hardening in the vee formed between his palm and index and middle fingers.

"Lean back, Kristy. I want to do it here, on the couch."

"No, let's go into the bedroom. The couch will get messy."

Before he could answer, Kristy stood up. Greg's hand slid down to her hips as she arose. Quickly, he pulled her underwear down to his ankles. She stepped away from the garment, and walked over to the bedroom.

Greg picked up the discarded unmentionable, and brought it up to his nose. He watched his sister walk back to the bedroom and escape through the doorway. A blur of blue flew across his field of vision.

"Greg, are you coming or not?"

He walked into the bedroom, still savoring the aroma on Kristy's underwear. Kristy lay face on her bed, with her legs spread. She was already rubbing a generous amount of lubricant on her vagina. Greg watched as her hand slid up and down her genitals, and her fingers briefly slipped inside.

"I'm ready big brother," Kristy said in her best little girl voice.

Greg pushed his boxer shorts to the floor. He had a full erection. Laying on his side on the bed next to Kristy, he began sucking on her left nipple and running his hand through her pubic hair.

With both hands, Kristy pulled Greg's head close to her breast as he suckled. She then pushed forward, forcing Greg onto his back. Mounting her sibling, she forced Greg to lose contact with her nipple. Before Greg could react, she forced his dick inside of her.

Greg felt Kristy's warmth and wetness as she surrounded his penis. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed as she started to buck her hips; in reaction, Greg thrust his penis in rhythm.

Kristy closed her eyes as she rode her brother. She tried to block out what was happening, imagining she was with Shane, and that she was not fucking her brother. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she felt the need to do it.

"Fuck me," Kristy said softly.

Greg heard his sister's voice and had a rumbling in his balls. He desperately tried to hold back, but as he opened his eyes and saw his dick disappearing into Kristy, he lost control. His orgasm began with his semen spewing inside of Kristy. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over.

"Ohhhh," Greg exhaled.

Kristy noticed Greg's softening penis fall out of her slick vagina. She took the opportunity to get off of Greg. She stood next to her bed and looked at her brother.

"We can't do this anymore, Greg."

"Okay, Kristy. But, thank you. I am sorry that I couldn't last longer. I really wanted you to feel what I am feeling."

"It's okay, Greg."

She turned and started walking out of the room, on her way to the shower. As she left the room she shook her head in frustration.

Chapter 38

Shane's bedroom was filled with trophies, from his five year old Punt, Pass, and Kick championship all the way to his All-State football award. But, he was concentrating on his newest trophy.

He hurriedly stripped Wendy of her clothes. Her tank top and bra had barely even made it into the room. He was finishing up pulling her skirt off and throwing it across ht floor as he dropped her on his queen bed. He grabbed her bikini cut panties and ripped them off her hips at the string, and threw them over his shoulder. Ultimately, the shorn cotton hung from a lamp.

Taking off his shirt, he displayed his chiseled chest and six-pack abs to Wendy. He fell to his knees, and his head disappeared between her legs.

Wendy felt Shane's tongue working her pussy lips, making contact with her clitoris. His nose was combing through her brownish red pubic hair, and she wondered for a second how he could breathe. Then, she decided she didn't care if he suffocated, as long as he kept performing on her aching genitals.

Her pleasure was interrupted a feeling of nothingness. Shane had pulled his head up. Wendy was about to yell, to incite him to continue, when she felt Shane place two fingers slipping into her cervix.

Shane worked his index and middle fingers in and out of Wendy's wet hole, before stopping again. Wendy was frustrated at this teasing. Shane once again waited for a second, and then replaced his tongue on her feminine cleft. A jab later, and Wendy was experiencing a strange fullness. Shane had started to work his moist index finger into her anus.

"Relax, Wen-dog."

She ignored the nickname, and did as he said, allowing his finger to travel deeper into her anal cavity. Shane continued to massage her clitoris with his tongue while wiggling his finger inside her ass.

Wendy started to buck her hips, and Shane tried to maintain his pace. Each thrust sent Shane's finger against her rectal walls, stimulating nerve endings she didn't know that she had. Wendy lost control of her body, as she climaxed.

"Oh, God! Shane!"

She grabbed her breasts as her whole body writhed in a fervent moment of gratification. Her back arched, leaving only her head and butt to support her weight, and she was hit with full force of her orgasm. Shane continued his mastery of her nether regions, driving the carnal vibes throughout her being.

Wendy started to go back down the slope of fulfillment. Shane stood between her legs, studying every inch of her nude body. He espied her round, erect nipples on her full, spherical breasts. Her studied her flat stomach, and let his eyes wander down to her column of pubic hair. Finally, he eyed her white, shapely legs.

Wendy had a fuller body than Kristy. It was obvious that she wasn't the tall, slender, model-type that Kristy was. But, in so many ways, she was more womanly. She had fuller breasts and hips. The extra pounds she carried were in all the right places, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

Shane pushed his red, nylon mesh shorts off. He pounced on Wendy just as she was regaining her breath from her erotic indulgence. He looked deep into her brown eyes and kissed her as he slid his penis into her recovering vagina.



Chapter 39

"Shane, no!"

Shane didn't want to wait any longer. He started to thrust his manhood inside of Wendy. This time, he wanted her to know exactly who it was that was fucking her.

"Shane, please, stop! I want to get a condom."

The words snapped Shane out of his primal, sexual trance. He remembered the reason why Wendy came over in the first place. He got up off of Wendy, and helped her off the bed.

"I brought one in my purse. Lay down while I get it."

Shane complied, and he checked out Wendy's ripe ass as she walked over to her purse, which was on the floor next to her shirt. From her purse, she produced a yellow foil envelope. She ripped it open with her teeth.

"Mmmm, banana," she tried to say seductively.

She knelt over Shane and started to lick his penis. She could taste her femininity on his shaft, and momentarily, she thought of how similar it tasted to Kristy's vagina. Resuming her oral stimulation, Wendy took the bulb of Shane's large and thick cock into her mouth. Shane started to play with her long, wavy, red hair, encouraging her to continue her blowjob. Wendy did not respond to the encouragement. She removed her mouth, and placed the condom between her lips as they made a circle.

Lowering her lips to his dick, she used her tongue and lips to unroll the condom as she took his penis into her mouth and the beginnings of her throat.

"Yummy! Sweet and savory. Now, where were we?"

Wendy crawled on all fours over Shane's dick. Once in position, she lowered her vagina onto his latex-covered tool. They kissed again, as Wendy started to ride the sexual stallion below her. Soon, kissing became more difficult as their humping grew faster. Wendy kneeled, bobbing up and down on the hard rod below her. Shane's muscular grip found Wendy's thighs, and he squeezed as she went up and down on his manhood.

Shane didn't want to close his eyes. He took in the sight of the beautiful Wendy Chalmers, her nude body in full view. His own orgasm was building, but he tried to stay disciplined, and suppress it in order to give Wendy maximum pleasure.

It was a losing battle. He felt her butt continually slamming on his balls, making him even more aware of the girl fucking him from above. He tried to raise his hips higher to shove his dick further inside Wendy. This slight change in angle was all that was needed. His penis made full contact along Wendy's clitoris, and for the second time, she submitted to sexual bliss.

Shane felt Wendy's pussy contracting, and heard her moan again as the orgasm took over her consciousness. Shane showed no more restraint, as he gushed forward, reaching the apex. Semen inundated the condom.

The pulsations from Shane's deluge added to the intensity of Wendy's orgasm, overwhelming her senses. All she could do was scream to release the consuming ecstasy.

As the couple felt the effects starting to wear off, Wendy collapsed on top of Shane, and they exchanged soft kisses. It wasn't long before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 40



Greg had a fitful sleep. He could feel the stress in his calf muscles and his back. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Most of the night he watched Kristy, who was hibernating like a bear, exhausted from the changes her body was going through. Sometime around 5 AM, his own body shut down from hypertension and she dozed off.

He awoke to Kristy's voice. He glanced at the clock and saw that he had gotten about five hours of sleep.

"Greg, wake up."

He saw Kristy in a pair of white shorts and a ribbed, red tank top. Her shorts stopped about a quarter of the way down her thigh, and Greg took the opportunity to steal a glance at her long, slender, tanned legs.

"We have to talk, and I want to get it out of the way before Mom comes home from work."

Greg sat up in his bed, wearing only a pair of navy blue boxers with orange elongated letter C's on them, a symbol for the Chicago Bears. Regaining consciousness, he answered Kristy.

"What's up?"

"I stopped by Planned Parenthood, and I have some information."

Kristy sat on the side of Greg's bed, and laid out some pamphlets. Greg reviewed the frequently asked questions. Greg's stomach twisted in knots as he read about medical and surgical abortions.

"Well, um, Kristy, what do you think?" Greg struggled to spit out the question.

"To be honest, as awful as it sounds, I think I just want to have the vacuum aspiration. I don't want to sit around for days and take drugs. Let's just get it done, and move on. I want to end the nightmare."

"It is your body, Kristy. You have to go through it, so I am behind you one hundred percent."

"There is just one problem, Greg. Where are we going to get $500?"

Chapter 41



Dana woke up with a visitor. Her cramps had commandeered her abdomen. There were spots of blood on her baby blue cotton pajamas, and her yellow sheets. She made a mental note to throw them in the wash later.

Dana walked over to the bathroom and lost herself in a hot shower. She stood under the cascading water for twenty minutes. After her mother repeatedly knocked on the door urging her to not take all day, Dana turned off the water, and immediately wrapped herself in a short, pink terrycloth robe.

Using her bath towel, she wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at her face. Every imperfection was noticed. Her cheeks were too chubby. Her eyes had crow's feet wrinkles. She had a small mole on her neck and a pimple on her temple.

She sighed and looked down at the vanity. The package of birth control pills were there. She was already using the most effective form of birth control, she thought. Or at least the guys were using it for her. She couldn't get pregnant if no one wanted to have sex with her.

Reluctantly, she popped a pill out of the foil encasement. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed.

Chapter 42

Greg rang the doorbell and waited. Scott Parker answered the door.

"Hey, Simmons! What's up?"

"Not much. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure, buddy. Of course I do."

Scott stepped out of the doorway and motioned for Greg to enter the house.

"First of all, Scott, what happened after the party?"

Scott and Greg sat down on the leather couch.

"You wouldn't believe it. Someone saw the police cars coming down the street, and I yelled for everyone to clear out. But, as it turns out, they didn't even stop at my house. I guess someone down the street had some kind of short circuit in their security system. The cops were called because the security company said a burglary was in progress."

"You're kidding me."

"No, and it gets better. The cops checked it out and took off. Well, now the house was deserted. I started to clean up, and guess who stops by? Lisa Wilson."

"Really?"

"Yes. And she said she stopped by thinking you would be here."

"What?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you, she looked good, short shorts and a tight top. We got to talking, and she said that she felt bad about what happened over Christmas, and she wanted to make it up to you. I offered her a drink, and we started talking. I told her that you were into Dana, and you moved on. I hope that was okay."




Perplexed Pt. 02



Greg cringed at hearing Dana's name.

"Yeah, that's cool. I'm over her."

"Good, because we kept talking and drinking, and the next thing I know we're making out. We fooled around until 3 AM. Man, she's hot, and wild too. She knows what she's doing. Anyway, we're kind of dating now. We're going out tonight."

"Hey, that's great!"

"You sure you're okay with it."

"Yeah, I'm fine with it. I'm happy for you."

"You're a true friend, my man!"

"Yeah, well, what can I say. Hey, before I forget, did you ever find Kristy's clothes? She wanted me to ask you for them."

"There's a pile of clothes in the laundry room. If they weren't claimed by the end of the week, I was going to dump them at Goodwill. You're welcome to look through it and take her clothes."

"Funny as it sounds, I don't even know what she was wearing. She was in her underwear by the time I showed up."

"Yeah, wasn't that unbelievable? Sorry, man, but your sister looked fine when she was all wet like that."

"I know, she's fucking hot," Greg said sarcastically.

"Don't worry, Greg. I'm not interested. Lisa's the girl for me."

"There's something else I need to ask you. I need a favor, and it is kind of awkward."

"Hey, you're my bro. How can I help?"

"I'm a little short on cash. I was hoping you could front me for awhile."

"I can probably help. How much?"

"Five hundred."

"Five hundred dollars? Jeez, for what?"

"It's kind of personal."

"How personal?"

"Very personal. I can't really get into details. Its family stuff."

"Greg, I don't know if I can do this."
"You know I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have to. I am really in a jam."

"But that's a lot of money, bro. And I don't even know what I am investing in."

"I know I'm putting you in a tough spot. I'll pay you back, with interest. Say $110 a week for five weeks?"

"Greg, I can't. Its just too much."

"Well, I had to ask. Thanks, anyway, Scott."

"I hope it works out for you, bro."

"I understand. I had better be going," Greg said as he stood up and headed for the door.

"No hard feelings, buddy?"

"Of course not, Scott. Good luck with Lisa tonight. I'll catch you later."

Greg opened the front door, and walked out onto the porch.

"Catch you later, bud."

Chapter 43

"Did Scott loan you the money?"

"No, he didn't," Greg said as he flopped down on the bed. "Do you think Wendy would lend you the money?"

"Gosh, I owe her so much already. She paid for my prom dress. I can't ask her for more money."

"Shit."

"What are we going to do, Greg?"

"I don't know, Kristy," Greg felt the rage building inside of him as his voice became louder. "I don't have the money, and I don't have any ideas."

Kristy started to tear up.

"You don't have to yell at me, Greg."

"I'm sorry, Kristy, this is just all so fucked up. But, short of knocking over a liquor store, we don't have many options."

"Well, if that is our only option, maybe we should think about it."

"I can't rob a liquor store, Kristy."

"Why not?"

"Because if I get caught, I'll go to jail."

"And, what if you don't do it? I am supposed to have this baby? What will Mom and Dad say? What will I say when people ask who the father is? I can't tell them that it was a virgin birth, and this is the Second Coming. But, you'll be in the clear. Because if I tell people it is you, then we're both outcasted. So, I guess you got the thrill of fucking your little sister, and you don't have to live with the consequences."

Tears trickled down Kristy's cheeks.

"But, its illegal, Kristy."

"So, now is when you make your moral stand? Why don't you lecture me about why abortion is wrong while you're at it? Christ, Greg. I can't live like this. What about college? What about ever finding a husband? My life is fucked, Greg. You told me that you loved me, but you can't help me when my life is totally fucked!"

Kristy was getting hysterical. Greg didn't know how to calm Kristy, so he did the only thing that came to mind.

"Okay, Kristy. I'll get the money somehow, through legal means or otherwise."

"Soon, Greg. Please. I am begging you. I want this to be over." Kristy sniffled, her tears starting to dry up.

"I will get it as fast as I can. If I am going to take a big risk like this, I need you to do me a favor."

"Ugh, I am not going to have sex with you again."

"It isn't that at all. Would you mind talking to Dana for me? Can you explain to her that it was your underwear in my car? She thinks I cheated on her, and I was hoping you could try to clear things up for me. Obviously, you wouldn't tell her of our physical relationship, but you can fill her in on the other details of that night."

"I'll have a talk with her, but honestly, I don't know what you see in her."

"Kristy, I don't know what she sees in a guy like me."

Chapter 44

Kristy sat in the Thomas Mill Dairy Queen eating her Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard. She looked at her watch, and it was 5:58. There were still two minutes to go. Anxiously, she stared out the window until she saw the black Dodge Durango drive into the parking lot of the Dairy Queen, and whipping around the side of the building. Kristy threw out the remainder of her soft serve ice cream treat, and walked out the back door of the building.

She walked up to the passenger side of the sport utility vehicle, and opened the door. Hopping up to the seat, she smiled at the driver.

"Hi," She said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, did he go for it?" he asked.

"Yes. He is going to try and do something. I am not sure what, but I convinced him that he should get the money, even if it is illegal."

"Excellent."

"This should all be over soon, sweetie. Then we can get back together, and everything will be back to normal."

"That's great, Kristy," he gave her a big smile.

"There are just a couple more pieces to put in play. I want to have some insurance."

"Do what you need to do, babe."

"That's all I have been doing. I better go before anyone sees us."

Kristy kissed Shane again, and disembarked from his Durango. As Shane pulled away, Kristy started to walk home, thinking of the phone call she needed to make.

Chapter 45

Kristy got back to her family's apartment. Greg was the only person home. 

"Kristy, I had an idea on how to get the money."

"That's great news! How are you going to get it?"

"I'd rather not tell you. That way, if it goes bad, you can't be blamed."

"Oh, it's that way. I see, well, when are you going to pull this off?"

"Tonight. I am going to leave right now and get it over with. I think it will work where I won't get caught. But, you never know."

"Greg, you'll be my hero forever if you can do this. I'll owe you for the rest of my life."

"Just please talk to Dana for me."

"Of course I will."

"Goodbye, Kristy."

"Bye."

As soon as Greg walked out the door, Kristy went over to the phone and dialed Wendy Chalmers' number. She knew it by heart.

"Hello," Wendy answered the phone.

Kristy put on her act.

"Wendy, oh my gosh, I am so glad you're home," Kristy said, trying to sound panicked.

"Kristy? Slow down, girl and tell me what's wrong."

"Something is up with Greg. I am really concerned. He came home practically screaming. I don't know exactly what's going on, but he was asking me for money, saying something was messed up. He's pretty straight-laced. He must've done something bad to go off the edge like that."

"What do you want me to do, Kristy? I don't know what he's up to. And when do you give a rat's ass about Greg anyway?"

"It isn't about Greg necessarily. Think of the big picture. What if he does do something awful? My family can't afford any legal bills, not to mention the social stigma. My parents don't deserve it."

Wendy thought for a second. She still didn't know how she could help.

"Kristy, I guess I can appreciate your concern, but I don't see how I can help."

"He got in his car and left a few minutes ago. Maybe you could follow him, and see if he does anything suspicious."

"So, I am going to spy on him?"

"Wendy, you've been a great friend to me, and I hope I have been the same to you. I know it is a strange request, but I just ask for you to help me out, as my best friend."

Wendy felt a pang of guilt over sleeping with Shane.

"Okay, Kristy. I'll do my best."

"Thanks, Wendy. You are a true friend. I love you."

"Love you too. I'll call you when I know more."

Kristy hung up the phone.

Chapter 46

Wendy followed Greg into the Wal-Mart store, only a few blocks from the Miller's Crossing apartment complex. She was lucky to have noticed his car leaving the parking lot of the complex as she had arrived. After quickly turning around, she was able to follow Greg from a few car lengths back.

Now, in the store, Wendy again tried to keep some distance from Greg. She casually looked at the items on the bargain racks at the end of the aisle, wondering to herself, "Who would ever buy this crap?"

Greg escaped down a toy aisle. Wendy found this to be fairly harmless, as whatever trouble Greg was in wouldn't be solved by buying a toy. She stood two aisles back, waiting fro Greg to reappear.

Greg found what he was looking for, and pulled the toy off the peg from which it was hanging. At nine dollars and eighty nine cents, it was right in in price range. He walked over to the cash register and waited in line to pay for the toy.

His body obscuring the toy, Wendy couldn't get a clear look at what Greg was buying. Whatever it was, no one else found it to be the least bit suspicious. Wendy buried her head in a Self magazine from the rack next to the registers, looking over the top of the magazine to keep an eye on Greg.

After he paid for the toy in cash, Greg left the Wal-Mart, throwing his receipt in the trash can outside the store. He hopped in his Chevy Cavalier, and opened the packaging of the toy, hoping it would be able to fool just one person.

Wendy waited in her Jeep Wrangler, wondering what was going on. Is this what Kristy was worried about, her brother buying a toy from Wal-Mart? She took out her cell phone and found Kristy's number from the address book. As the phone rang, she saw Greg's car leaving the parking lot.

Chapter 47

Dana looked through the peephole and saw her neighbor, Kristy Simmons standing in the hallway. Dana did a quick check and saw that her baggy Capri pants and tie-dyed tee shirt were a fashion disaster compared to Kristy's tight-fitting crop top and shorts. Deciding that she didn't have time to change her outfit, and that it would be a futile attempt to match Kristy's beauty, she opened the door.

"Hi, Dana! I hope I am not interrupting. Do you have a minute to talk?"

Dana found this to be odd, as Kristy barely spoke to her in high school, save for a few insults.

"Um, I guess so. Come on in."

Kristy walked into the apartment, thinking to herself that she was entering the troll's lair. They walked over to the couch, and Dana flopped down on one side in a slouch. Kristy sat down, her back straight and knees together.

"Dana, I am sorry to barge in on you like this, but I need to talk to you."

"Okay, about what?"

"Greg just left. He's upset."

"He left? Where is he going?" asked an alarmed Dana.

"He's not leaving, as in leaving town. I am sorry if that wasn't clear. He just went out. I think he wanted to be alone for awhile to sort some things out."

Kristy knew she had her.

"Sort what out?"

"Well, sort out the situation between you and him."

"There isn't much to sort out. He cheated on me."

Dana could sense the pain coming pack to her, thinking of Greg with another girl. But, she also missed being with him, feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers.

"I don't think he did, Dana. I've known Greg all my life. I don't think he is capable of such a thing. He has always been one to think of others before himself."

"But, what about the evidence I found?"

"What evidence?"

"I found the girl's underwear in his car."

"Oh, Dana," Kristy said before pausing for effect. "That was just another instance of Greg thinking of others."

"What?" asked a puzzled Dana.

"The bra and undies, they were mine. I made some bad choices, and I ended up almost naked in a pool. Greg got me out of there. When we were driving home, he gave me his shirt, because he was afraid I would catch cold. When I had his shirt on, I took off my wet clothes. I was drunk, and he was just being the protective big brother."

"So, Greg was telling me the truth."

"I guess he was. Dana, I know that you and I have never been close. I guess I am trying to bury the hatchet. We're both almost adults now that we're out of high school, and I feel bad for how I treated you. I was a bitch, and I hope I can try to make things right. I know Greg cares about you, so I want to try and make things right."

"Thank you, Kristy. I appreciate that."

Kristy leaned over and hugged Dana.

"I am sorry, Dana. For everything."

Kristy released Dana, and got up and showed herself the door. Once out in the hallway, she checked her arms for any warts she may have gotten from hugging the troll. The worst was over.

Dana sat on the couch, stunned by her visit from Kristy. Dana had it all wrong for the last three weeks.

Chapter 48

Ten rings and no answer. The apartment was tiny, Kristy would have been able to hear the phone and answer it by now. Wendy gave up, and thought it best to continue her surveillance. She didn't quite know what was going on, but she had to admit it was kind of fun.

She followed Greg out of town, and onto Interstate 55. Now, Wendy was really intrigued. Maintaining a safe following distance, she tailed Greg. Looking down at her gas gauge, she estimated she could follow for maybe three hours. She hoped it wouldn't be that long.

Greg sped down the interstate. Most of the road was flat and straight, so he was able to hold his speed at eighty miles per hour. His palms were sweating and he could feel a pounding in his temples. The stress was starting to get to him. He needed to stay focused for the next two hours, and then things should take a turn for the better.

He flipped on the radio, wanting to listen to something that would take his mind off his task. Van Morrison's "Moondance" broke the nighttime silence. Greg took a deep breath and continued his mission.

Chapter 49

Dana lay on her bed, her room in complete darkness. Wondering how she could be so wrong about the situation, she thought of her father. Perhaps her experience with her father had clouded her judgment, spoiled her disposition towards men.

The only man in her life was Wayne Nelson, who had left when she was a baby. Dana had done the math, her birthday was in December and their parents had married in June of the same year. It didn't take a genius to figure out the convenience of her parents' marriage.

Dana had never thought her absentee father would affect her relationships. She was determined to not give him that satisfaction. But, when her father's hand went across her cheek, she stood tall. Dana didn't have to take that from her father, or from anyone.

Now, the doubt crept in. Her new found self-confidence may have caused her to go to far. The evidence she had against Greg was circumstantial at best. Kristy had even offered a reasonable explanation as to the events of the night.

Something still bothered Dana.

"Why is Kristy being so nice suddenly," she thought.

Dana had known Kristy for four years, and they had been neighbors for a quarter of that time. In that span, Kristy had either insulted or outright ignored Dana. Now, she was making amends. Dana searched for Kristy's angle.

Tired from thinking, Dana felt the silence of her room. It was the sound of loneliness, and she had grown sick of being alone. She did not accept Greg at face value, and she turned her back on him. Kristy had emboldened Greg's case, and Dana was left with a similar decision.

She could accept Greg and Kristy's explanation, or she could run away from them. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as the overwhelming quiet grew. She couldn't stand to be alone any longer. She wanted Greg.

In reaching for a tissue from a box on her nightstand, she accidentally turned on the radio. Van Morrison's velvety voice came out of the speaker singing "Moondance".

"What a marvelous night to make romance," Dana softly sang to herself.

Chapter 51

Kristy opened her dresser drawer and sifted through various thongs and panties before finding her target. The purple silicone rubber dildo jiggled as she picked it up. Kristy peeled off her shorts and underwear. Her hands went back to the drawer, and pulled out a Thomas Mill Football tee shirt. It had a big number three in red, and the name "Bullock" on the back.

Stripping away her shirt and bra, Kristy draped the oversize tee shirt over her naked body. Picking up the tube of lubricant off the floor, Kristy sat on her bed. She leaned her back against the wall, and started to tickle the inside of her thighs.

Letting out a deep breath, her fingers went further up her thighs, until they were raking her pubic hair. She snaked her index finger inside the hood of skin hiding her clitoris. Pressing against the organ, a tide of sexual energy started to build inside.

Working her knob, she reached for the lubricant with her free hand, and removed the cap. She forced her hand away from her genitals in order to hold her sex toy. She tried to hold it steady as she slathered it with jelly.

Kristy started to slide the dildo inside her vagina, with her other hand going back to work on her sexual gland. Oppressing her clitoris from above, she could feel the dildo running against the other side. Gasping from the pleasure that was emanating through her body from her sex organs, Kristy felt all of her frustrations nearing an end.

She pounded her vagina with the dildo, a feeble attempt to simulate Shane's powerful hip thrusts. She longed to have Shane inside her, instead of the silicone dildo. The image of the quarterback drilling her wet hole was too much for Kristy. Her body locked up as her hand continued to apply pressure to her love button. She bit her lower lip as the orgasm ran from to every extremity.

Kristy slid down the wall, falling on her side, her head resting on a pillow. As the aftershocks continued to flow through her body, Kristy used her shaking hand to drop the dildo onto the mattress next to her. Exhausted from the orgasm and the pregnancy, Kristy fell asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow.

Chapter 52

She had been following the Chevy Cavalier for almost two hours. As recently as thirty minutes ago, Wendy had tried to call Kristy. Mrs. Simmons had told her that Kristy must not have been feeling well and had gone to sleep. Wendy decided that if something didn't happen in the next half an hour she would turn around. She wanted to help Kristy, but she didn't want to drive all over creation, either.

A blinking red light appeared in the distance, as an off-ramp appeared. Wendy slowed down, and increased her following distance. She had come too far to get discovered now.

Greg saw the gas station at the end of the off-ramp. He pulled next to a pump and started filling up his tank. He saw a Jeep pull into a closed diner next door, finding a spot and killing the engine and headlights. He assumed that it was someone who was too cheap to pay for a hotel room.

Once his tank was filled, Greg replaced the gas cap and pulled the car next to the door of the gas station. From a plastic Wal-Mart bag he produced a plastic water gun. It looked like a pistol, as it even had a nice shine on it. Greg had never seen a firearm up close. He selected this one as it looked like a gun he saw on television. Leaving the engine running, Greg stepped out of the car and into the gas station.