This story is fiction. Actually, the setting of an artificial world in Space and the year being 2109 should have been enough to clue you in about that.
I don't care how old are. I don't care how young you are. However, the law does care, so if you are too young, go away (or at least try not to get caught). If this story is against the law where you live, then like the young folk, go away. Or at least...(0-G sports, m+f, birthday, tipsy, video game, movie history)
When I got to the bike rack, I found that my bike had been adorned with two small flags.� One of them bore the words �ANZU JAMES� while the other read �17� in flashing lights.� I laughed a little, and then I laughed a bit more as a thought struck me.
�Thanks,� I told them when I could.� �I�m sure nobody would have noticed me without the flags.�� I gave my best Desdemona shimmy to emphasize the point.� Their turn to laugh as I put on my protective equipment.� Then it was mount up and ride out.� Yippy-kai-yai-ay.
I�ve already described this bike ride, with its Coriolis-induced tilting and all.� The only difference this time was the number of people who, instead of just whistling or shouting �WOO!� actually called me by name.� And, of course, nine squidillion remarks about �birthday suit,� each guy apparently thinking nobody else had ever thought of it.
When I entered the locker room, I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew there wasn�t time now.� But if there was to be time later, I needed to lay down some law, and lay it down now.
�Hey, guys!� I shouted over the general noise, and then again, louder, �HEY YOU GUYS!�
As soon as they realized the naked woman was making an announcement, they quickly shut up and listened.� I wouldn't have that sort of power over a room full of boisterous, naked men next week.
"Today," I informed them, "is my last school day in the Program.� It is also my birthday."
Several cheers and wishes for a happy birthday, and I swear both Nick and Richard seemed to think they were the first to acquaint me with the fact that I was in my birthday suit on my birthday.� I let it die down a moment.
"Now to celebrate," I continued, "I want to allow you guys to do a bit more with me than I have before..."
The cheering was a bit much, and I felt myself blush.� It does make a woman feel good, though.
"Now there is no way I can fuck all of you," I told them once they settled down again.� "But hands, hands are fine, and today I'm adding mouths: yours and mine."� A few more cheers.� "And if you can find a way to pick one of you, some way that you think is fair, then I'll let that one guy slide it into me."
By this time, they were mostly dressed in their armor, but that didn't keep me from hearing the chant of "JAN KEN PON! JAN KEN PON!"� Well, I had to admit that was fair.
For the last time, I soared out of their locker room, nude like a Renaissance painting and surrounded by men in shining armor.
But when I landed at the spoccer court, it was all business.� We were each going to demonstrate our progress, and if it was enough, we would run some basic plays.
Tifa caught eight balls out of ten, Sally got to the ball seven times out of ten, and I actually managed to land rubber on leather seven times out of ten myself.� Similar improvements were found among the other players, so for the last fifteen minutes, we ran the "FFF-Basic" play.� "FFF" stands for "Free-Fall Frog," and several variations exist for different situations.� They are all built on the FFF-Basic, and we had all learned it in previous years.
We didn�t stink, but we weren�t great, either.� Last year, all our best players had been seniors, so of course when they graduated we went from being Division Champ contenders to Long Shot for Anything contenders.� Coach Carrick was determined to make us exceed expectations.
�I know it�s frustrating to you to be practicing the basics,� she told us, �but your understanding of the basics has to be strengthened before there�s any point in moving on to the advanced plays.� It would be like trying to teach you calculus before you�d mastered long division.�
That stung.� Truth is, I can handle long division just fine, but pre-calculus is still kicking my buttocks up to my earlobes.� So what was this Coach was doing: a refresher course?
�We�ll move through this basic stuff quickly,� she continued, �just to make sure you�re up to speed on everything.� Then, if there are weaknesses at basic levels, we can address them.� Small weaknesses at basic levels equal catastrophic weaknesses at advanced levels.�
Yeah, OK, I guess I can see that.� If we�re going to win ANY games this season, we�d better blow through these basics in a hurry.� The other schools have already moved on to FFF-Polywog-3.
After practice, I almost shot into the locker room.� The guys were waiting, and I didn�t make them wait any longer than I had to.� My kneepads and other protective wear were flung across the room, and I�d have to find them later.
And the guys?� There were sixteen in all, all naked, and eight of them were still shaking their fists and forming rocks, paper, and scissors.� Each time, the cry of �jan ken pon!� would echo through the locker room.
Do you play this game in your time?� I mean, I know it�s as old as the Moon and all that, but is it popular?� Rock beats Scissors, Scissors beats Paper, Paper beats Rock?� Well, never mind; what matters is that it�s better for deciding things than flipping a coin because a) nobody uses coins anymore and b) jan ken pon isn�t gravity-dependent.
The eight who were not playing drifted over to me.� Hands began to feel me up all over.� Well, I�d already said they could do that, so no need to ask again.� I used my own hands, but one of the men spoke when I started to move my face towards a stiff prick.
�I like the way you think,� he chuckled, �but we�re the first round of losers, and don�t get any oral action.�
He glanced over to the group of just-finished-playing men.
�But keep that mouth ready, �cause here come the next seven.�� He chuckled.� �Never would�ve guessed it would be Doc what gets to gild your lily.�
I saw the eight guys headed my way.� One of them drifted behind me.� Doc.� I knew Doc.� Tall man, bronzed skin, real name Clark, already accepted to medical school.
�Hey Anzu,� he grinned, �you sure about this?�
�I�m sure!� I shouted before taking Nick�s cock into my mouth.� I didn�t even have to bend over, since Nick just floated into position.� I felt Doc�s fingers glide over my pussy at the same time as I felt *somebody�s* lips on my left nipple.� Just as another mouth fastened onto my right nip, I felt Doc slide into me.
And into me.� And into me.� I hadn�t seen Doc�s dork since we were both seven years old, playing ��and I�ll show you mine.�� It was a lot bigger now.� A lot bigger.
We started a slow rotation, the whole clusterfuck of us.� One or two of the men reached out and grabbed some cage bars, stopping us from getting a good tumble going.� This was good, because the room wasn�t really set up for zero-G sex, for all that we were using it for exactly that.� Nick started spurting just as I took my mouth off of him.� About the same time, one that I was jerking spewed.� Now I had a face-full of cum, and another prick was sliding into my face before Nick had finished his last spurt.� I didn�t get to taste Nick, and I decided not to let that happen again.� And of course, five or six or seven guys had their lips and tongues and even teeth all over me.� Even my asshole and earlobes got oral attention!
Doc had taken it slow, I guess to make sure I could hold him.� I don�t know how I did, but he must have been satisfied, because he started fucking me with long, deep, hard strokes, faster and faster.� It actually hurt a little, because his penis was so fat that it was stretching me some, and it was so long that every now and then it would bash right into my cervix.� When that happened, well it didn�t hurt, much, but it was really weird.� But to be completely filled up like that� wow.
George was in my mouth, and he started pumping fast and hard too.� I gagged a little, but it wasn�t long before he had just the head in my mouth, and was coming.� I sucked it down and swallowed it, and it tasted different than Bret or Mr. Scott.� Maybe every guy tastes different.� I seemed about to find out, because George was barely out before Ouchai was in.� He didn�t last long, and yep, he tasted different.� Texture was different, too.
�Watch it with the teeth!� I shouted while switching from Ouchai to� not sure who.� �I don�t mind a little nibbling, but chomping is too much.�� Then I started sucking the next guy, whoever he was.
All this time, there was a part of my mind that was saying, �Anzu, you are SUCH a slut!� Have you no shame?�� But hey, the Program had given me a one-week Slut License, and this was my last chance to use it in school.� Well, unless I could get in a quickie between the front door of O�Neill and Principle Takahashi�s office Monday morning.� I could always go back to being a good girl next week.
It took me longer to cum than I would have thought.� Probably because I�d been coming all day, and my body was getting a bit burned out on orgasm.� But not quite yet, and as I swallowed another load I came myself.
�Yowtch!� the man pulling out from between my lips (and teeth) yelped.
�Sorry,� I apologized, �Hard to concentrate with all this, especially when I�m coming.�
The next guy seemed willing to risk it, though, because cock number five glided over my tongue.� I started sucking again, and tried not to giggle as a finger wiggled up my ass.� I really don�t think so many of them would have been able to get at me if we�d been in full-G.
With Doc�s long strokes and the mouths and the finger up my ass and all those hands, I was soon coming again.� My body knew what to do, and seemed to have given up resisting.� I�m not sure if it was resisting to begin with, or if it was just tired, but whatever the case, I was now coming and coming hard.
I managed not to bite the hard dark dick pumping in and out of my face, and I was coming again before he did.� Doc kept fucking me deeper than I think I should be fucked, and I wondered how long he would last.� Longer than five guys had lasted in my mouth, and another four in my hands.
Yes, all this time I�d been jerking off men, and between them and one or two who had pulled themselves off, I had cum all over me.� Without weight, none of it was dripping off of me or running down my body, but just stayed wherever it landed on me.� With all the moving about I�d sometimes fling a small glob off to parts unknown, but mostly it just stayed on me.� I giggled around Dimosthenis� prick, thinking that I must look like a glazed donut.� A glazed chocolate donut.� A glazed chocolate donut with no hint of cherry left.
Then I started coughing, because in mid-giggle Dimosthenis rammed it deeper into my throat than I was used to, and started spurting.� Not a good combination!
Dimosthenis is a decent guy, though.� As soon as he realized I was coughing, he pulled out and asked if I was OK.� I told him I was, but asked Askia to give me a minute.
It was more like three minutes, and I kept jacking and Doc kept thrusting that whole time, but finally I spoke Askia�s name and licked my lips.� He slipped right in, and I tried licking right where the head meets the shaft.
Oh, circumcision.� Some of them were, some of them weren�t.� Askia was.� Made the game of finding his ridge easier, I guess.� He liked it, and I don�t know if a foreskin would have made any difference or not.� I was coming again, but he lasted longer.� I tried sucking real hard, and using my tongue inside.
Askia moaned, and started pumping his hips.� I made sure not to let his pecker get down my throat like had happened with Dimosthenis.� After another few minutes, Askia came, and I started to wonder how much of that was safe to swallow.� There was a story where The Girl Who swallowed three litres�
But none of these guys were spurting more than a centilitre.� I�d have to suck off hundreds of men to make three litres.� Just another example of how these stories are usually bunk, if you just think about it.
Right now, it was hard for me to think of anything, because I was coming again.� If we hadn�t been in weightlessness I�d�ve fallen down.� When I got my breath back, I realized that there was no cock in my mouth.� I�d done all seven of them.� I�d been thinking it was only five; I�d lost track of a couple.
Before long, there were fewer guys licking and sucking and nibbling on me, too.� The guys were becoming satiated, and unlike a woman, they can only cum so much.
Actually, I suspect a few of them were ready to go again, and were holding back for my sake.� I was glad of that, because as much as I like sex, I was exhausted.� I made myself go on, but much more of this and it might not be fun anymore.
One by one, the remaining men shot their cum onto me and drifted away.� There were four, then three, then two, and then only Dock and me, going at it in a room full of panting teenagers.� He must have realized that the others had left, because he grabbed my arms and pulled me to a fully erect position (yes, I said �fully erect�).� Which is what he still was.� I saw the other men watching, and realized that from this angle they could see me full-frontal, and Doc�s long dong sliding in and out of me.
A few of the watching men actually started to stiffen up again.� How long would Doc last?� Would I?
The answer turned out to be more than another five minutes, during which time I came twice more.� That last orgasm of mine finally set him off, though, and he gasped and shuddered and I started thinking of those three litres again.
OK, so I know it wasn�t really more than about twice what the other men had averaged, but it seemed like a lot.� It was a long orgasm, longer than I thought a man could cum, and he was spurting into me the whole time.� I had one last one myself, and just sort of crumpled in place.
I was very aware of Doc pulling himself out of me; it seemed to take forever.� I was dimly aware of what happened after that.� The orugball team placed me in a cage, turned on the water, and washed me.� It was a lot like it had been Wednesday, with hot soapy hands all over me.� I know I came again, at some point, and I remember almost nothing after that.
I was alone in the showers.� No, not quite alone.� There was a man, it was Doc, he was dressed, and he was gently guiding me out into the sunlight.� I blinked; the showers are brightly lit, but not as bright as daylight.
�It�s OK, Anzu,� he was telling me, �your friends are waiting for you.�
I looked into his eyes and smiled.� He has strange eyes, but compelling, like you don�t want to look away.
I grinned.� �You�ve� grown� since the last time I saw you naked.�
�So have you,� he chuckled.� �I don�t remember you having these� he gently squeezed a breast �when you were seven.�
I laughed, if only a little.� I was still tired, but was recovering.� Not ready for any more sex, but I might (MIGHT) manage the bike ride back home.
Just before we got to where Botilda and Bret were waiting, Doc stopped me and looked at me with those strange eyes of his.
�Thanks, Anzu.� That�s the first I�ve had since Pat moved to Earth.�
And with that he was off.� I didn�t say anything, and it wasn�t because I was tired.� Doc and Pat?� I always knew they were close, and that he had been bummed when she moved.� But I never guessed that Doc and his cousin were actually lovers.� I wasn�t sure how I felt about that, except maybe that it wasn�t any of my business.
�So,� Botilda started when she and Bret had drifted over to me, �did you go all Girl� omigodjadid!�
�Hi to you too,� I grinned.
Botilda wasn�t letting it go.� �How many guys did you� you�?�
�Fuck?� Just one.�
She rolled her eyes at that.� �Come on, F.L.�
�I only fucked Doc,� I insisted.� She narrowed her eyes at me, or at least as narrow as her eyes ever get.� Her eyes are as compelling as Doc�s, though for different reasons.
�And sucked seven,� I continued, �and jerked off four, or six, or eight� no it couldn�t be eight because some of them jerked themselves��� I started mumbling and counting on my fingers.
Bret laughed out loud.� �The real question is: how many body-shaking orgasms did they get out of you?�
�I don�t know,� I admitted.� �I think I was out for a while.�
�You passed out?!�� My girlfriend looked like she wanted to hit somebody.
�Not exactly, but�� I wasn�t really, um, lucid for a while.�
�So,� Botilda started again, �today you�ve done Bret, Scott, and Doc.�
�That�s right,� I nodded, �but that isn�t counting you in second Homeroom, or all the men and women I�ve licked, sucked, jacked, jilled, and been licked, sucked, fingered, fondled, teased, and jilled by.� No wonder I�m exhausted.� Let�s go get some pizza!�
There was general agreement to that, and as we�d made our way to the bike rack by then, we mounted up and rode back down to Mendocino proper.� I found myself standing up in the seat, though; I was a bit sore between the legs.
Mom, Dad, Aunt Sophi and Grandmamma Carver were waiting outside Perpetual Pizza Pi.� Silly name, great pizza.� I think Mom noticed my soreness, but she didn�t say anything.� Grandmamma Carver wasn�t so discrete.
�Oh my, but you�ve�� I mean, I knew you were growing, but I didn�t� to see you like� oh my!�
I smiled.� �You�re looking good yourself, Grandmamma.�� I turned to Aunt Sophi.� �And you, Ansoshi.�
Ansoshi was a nickname from back when I was very young, and had just learned to talk.� For some reason, �Aunt Sophi� was something I didn�t learn to say until almost six, and Ansoshi just sort of stuck.� I knew her name was Sophia Juanita Nelson, but to me she would always be Ansoshi.
�Looking pretty good yourself,� she said, her eyes tracing me from nose to toes.� �That look is entirely appropriate for your birthday, you know.�
My smile didn�t falter.� I knew somebody would be making the crack about my birthday suit.
�After all,� she continued, �part of the reason a young woman celebrates a birthday is to remind people that she�s not as young as she used to be.� With you like that, nobody can think that you�re still a child.�
My smile didn�t falter; it grew.� She got it!
Mom tapped my shoulder.� �Let�s go inside, dear.� Your other guests are waiting.�
Sure enough, there was Grandpapa James, Uncle Dmitri, Aunt Ashanti, Grandmamma and Grandpapa Carver, and about six cousins.� They all looked up and welcomed me, except for Grandpapa James, who spilled his drink.� His jaw hung open and he looked like he�d seen a ghost.� I could see the stud in his tongue and his nose ring was twitching.
�I�m sorry,� he told me after I�d sat down, �but you look just like my Julia when we first started dating.�
�Oh, pfaw!� Grandmamma Jame snorted, �There�s no way I was so beautiful.�
�Like hell you weren�t!� Grandpapa James barked back, �You don�t think I married you for your brains, do ya?�
�Damn right you married me for my brains!� You never had enough of your own!�
And they were off.� If I were to write out everything they said, you�d maybe get the idea that they hated each other, and that they were moments from either divorce or some geriatric domestic violence.� And that�s too bad, because they�re not like that at all.� If instead of reading it, you could actually SEE them and HEAR them, you would have seen the twinkle in the eye, heard the playfulness of the voices, and the way each would chuckle when the other got in a zinger.� I don�t know why they did this, maybe it�s an old person thing.� But they love each other very much, and it shows.
There was a general buzz of conversation until the waiter arrived.� We already had water, fresh bread, and olive oil with herbs for dipping the bread, all delivered via pneumatic tube, just like at school.� But Perpetual Pizza Pi is an upscale restaurant, and they have real live waiters.
�Miss James,� the waiter addressed me, �the staff is a bit confused as what course of action we should take, and has decided to present the question to you.�
�Um, OK?�� Why would the staff need my input on some �course of action?�� Where was this going?
�The thing is,� he continued, �our general policy is to draw a great deal of attention to a birthday girl or boy.� However, it is also our policy to very carefully NOT draw any more attention that is needed to Program participants.� You are our first Program participant who is also celebrating a birthday, a birthday girl in her birthday suit, as it were.� We are unsure how to proceed, and since you are the person affected by this decision, we thought you would want some input.�
Well, this was interesting.� I had celebrated here last year, and knew just how much attention a birthday girl got.� Did I want that, or did I want to hide?
I glanced around.� There was nothing to keep people at other tables from looking at me all they wanted, and I had seen people follow me with their eyes when I came in.
�You know,� I told the waiter, �I�ve just had five days of attention being drawn to me: sitting at the front of the class, taking the roll, I even served as a live model in a biology class.� I think I can handle being the center of attention one more time.�
The waiter nodded, smiled, and held his hand out.� �Then please come with me.�
He led me to a small platform on one side of the large room we were in.� When we were facing the room, he rang a small bell, which wasn�t at all necessary since everybody had already noticed a naked woman walking among them.
�Ladies and gentlemen,� he announced, �This is Anzu James, and today she is seventeen years old.�
There was applause, and the inevitable whistles and shouts of �WOO!�� Just as inevitable, somebody shouted out, �The birthday girl�s in her birthday suit!�
When it died down, I bowed.� The room applauded again, briefly, but then began to chant, �SPEECH!� SPEECH!� SPEECH!� SPEECH!�
This was pretty standard for anybody over the age of ten.� I raised my hands, and the room quieted.
�First of all,� I started, �has everybody noticed that I�m naked?�
Laughter and cheers.
�Good,� I continued, �I�d be just crushed if nobody noticed that!� Now, the question everybody asks is, �What is it like to be in the Program?�� Well.�� I looked around the room.� �A lot of you will find out soon enough.� The rest of you have either been through it or you can forget it: you�ll never understand it.� No, really.� You could go to Nude Fridays in Ring Seven, but it�s still not the same.� But you know, it�s turned out to be a good thing for me.� It�s helped me grow up, which is good when I�m getting older, like seventeen, like today.�
I bowed slightly, and there was more applause.� I didn�t think it was that good a speech, but then these birthday things usually aren�t.
When I returned to the table, the waiter took our orders.� When we come here, three or four people will each order a different large pizza, and then we will share it around.� As the new seventeen-year-old, I got to order first.
�I�d like a glass of red vermouth for an aperitif,� I told him, �and grappa as a digestif.�� This is pretty standard, but I like it.� Now for the pizza.
�I�d like the Veggie Monster, thin crust, no cilantro.� A Pepsi to drink, please.�
The Veggie Monster is exactly that.� The toppings are green asparagus, broccoli, tomato, mushrooms, sweet whole-kernel corn, ustilago, red peppers, green peppers, onions, and usually cilantro, with basil sauce and asiago cheese.� Yes, I do like meat toppings, but I like this too, and I knew somebody else would order one with meat toppings.
Grandpapa Carver ordered Chianti instead of vermouth, and no digestif.� For pizza he got the Poseidon: shrimp, squid, octopus, clam, scallops, smoked salmon, tuna, onions, green bell peppers, and tomato on a thick crust.� It comes with a little bowl of mayonnaise on the side� He also had Chianti with the meal.
One of my cousins, thirteen year old James Weldon, had somehow won the right to order one of the pizzas, and he ordered the Carnivore.� This thing has all the meat that the Veggie Monster lacks, and thank God he went for the tomato sauce instead of the squid ink sauce.� The black sauce tastes OK, but it turns the inside of your mouth black.� The other toppings are pepperoni, peppered ham, Italian sausage, ground beef, morel mushrooms, garlic chunks, onion, yellow bell peppers, basil, jalape�o peppers and lots of mozzarella cheese on a thick crust.� He ordered Ramune, both before and with his meal, but asked for a glass of spiced mead for a digestif.
Finally, Ansoshi ordered an Egg Egg.� This is another pizza that uses green basil sauce instead of tomato sauce, and the other toppings are sliced boiled chicken eggs, eggplant, a little caviar, leeks and Canadian bacon, with asiago and Monterrey jack cheese on a thin crust.� Like me, she ordered vermouth as an apertif, but prefers a pale lager with pizza, and generaly she doesn�t drink a digetif.
While we waited for the pizza to arrive, I introduced everybody to Bret.� I did call him my boyfriend, and several people glanced quickly to Botilda, obviously to see how she reacted to this.� Ah, so they knew too.� I was going to have to deal with this, but not before I talked to her about it.
We all chatted in a general way while waiting for the pizzas.� The subject always came back to me, which is fine; it was my birthday after all.� We also kept coming back to the Program, which I guess is OK too.� It did remind me of something, though.
�Grandmamma Carver,� I asked, �is it true you came to Space to get away from the Program on Earth?�
Grandmamma hid her face a moment, but then she grinned at me and winked.
�I was fourteen,� she told us, �and about to start my freshman year.� I was nervous about the Program, but kind of wanted to do it, because that meant I wasn�t a little kid anymore.� But my momma and poppy wouldn�t hear of it.� They put me and Serena in a church school that was exempt.� My little sister was almost ready for high school herself, and she was NOT looking forward to the idea of the Program, not even a little bit.� When the parental units couldn�t stand the religious message any more, we moved to Mendocino.�
She started twirling her fork around in her fingers in a way that would�ve impressed me if I saw a twenty-year-old do it, and she didn�t even seem to realize she was doing it.
�That wasn�t the only reason,� she continued, fork still whirling, �I mean, Poppy knew the best jobs for his skill set were in Space, and Momma�s skills; it didn�t matter if she was on Earth or not, but it was why they took jobs here in Mendo over the same jobs in High Vail that paid twenty percent more.�
�Twenty percent!� Botilda muttered, and I chuckled, because all a twenty percent cut in income would mean for her family is that they wouldn�t be any richer than my own family, which as I�ve already mentioned isn�t exactly poverty-stricken.� The way Botilda talked about the Program, I�d think she wouldn�t bat a big beautiful eye over a fifty percent cut, if it saved her from being naked in school.
This led to discussion of the Program�s history, where I was the expert if you wanted to go back fifty years or more, but Bret was the absolute master if you wanted to know about it in Mendocino Island.� He could detail amendments and tell you which Council Member voted which way on just about everything.� He stated with confidence that the Program would not be brought to middle school as long as Johnson, Mihn, and Dowadu were on the Council, and they were popular new Members who would be there a decade or more.
Our pizzas arrived then, and we all dug in.� The staff had cut the slices narrower than they would if it were only a few people, so that everybody could eat several half-sized slices and enjoy the variety.� This was standard practice for larger groups, of course.� It was all good; Perpetual Pizza Pi always gets high marks on the critics� websites.
We all laughed when a chunk of octopus fell off my slice and landed right on a nipple.� I picked the bit of seafood off and handed it to Bret with a wink.� Instead of taking it with his fingers, he nibbled it from my hand.� One of my cousins, Susan, whispered �he�s hot� in my ear, and I thought I saw Botilda frown.� Was she bothered that I didn�t seem more embarrassed?� Shouldn�t she be past that by now?� I�d almost handed the octopus chunk to her; I was kind of glad I hadn�t.� Until we made it official to everybody, we shouldn�t act like lovers in front of my family.
When we were all nice and stuffed, we sat around and talked about our plans for the weekend, which led to Holly-Kon, which led to the subject of underaged nudity in movies, and whether or not it was legal, or had been Back In The Day.
�Yes!� Right!� Of course!� I shouted, which got me some strange looks.� But I refused to explain to anybody.� I had a secret of my own, and would be doing some research tonight.
By the time we left, I was a bit tipsy from vermouth and grappa, and everything seemed a bit funnier than it usually would.� Grappa is a kind of brandy, so this wasn�t surprising.� For some reason, brandy and port do that to me: they make me giggly.� I don�t mess with whiskey, even in mixed drinks, because it makes me moody and irritable.� I don�t know why different drinks affect me differently.� I mean, the psychoactive ingredient is still alcohol, but somehow the delivery liquid matters.� Beer, if I drink enough of it to have much effect on me at all, makes me feel kind of lazy and mellow.� Again, I don�t know why, although one of my cousins told me once that hops are related to marijuana.� Who knows if that has anything to do with it?
I was cracking up over some story Susan was telling me about artificial intelligence researchers who thought they�d made a breakthrough, only to discover that the thoughtful answers the computer was giving them all came from old novels they�d programmed into a computer connected to the one they were testing.� Susan has a way of making these subjects engaging.� Only twelve, she already knows more about robotics and AI theory than I ever will.
�Come on, Susan!� Aunt Calvin called, �We gotta go.�
�Coming, Mom!� the little girl shouted, but then turned to me to say, �I hope when it�s time for me to be in the Program, I�ll be beautiful like you, instead of plain like I am now.�� And with that she turned and ran off.
That nearly sobered me up right there.� I�d come to terms with the fact that I�m pretty, hot even.� But so beautiful that little girls want to look like me?� I�m cute, but I�m not that gorgeous.� I mean, sure, Steve thinks I�m a total babe, and so does Bret, but they�re looking at me through love goggles.� I decided it must be because I�m naked.� Susan has no figure at all, and my womanly charms on display must make me look like a centerfold to her eyes.
And what�s with the whole �plain like I am now� business?� Susan isn�t a hot sexy babe, but at twelve who expects her to be?� When she blooms, I�ll probably wish I looked like her.� And if not, well, looks are fine, but that girl�s mind is what�s going to take her places.
As we walked home (we�d retrieve our bikes tomorrow, after we�d slept off our alcohol) I noticed Botilda kept glancing at Bret.� The thought of them making it passed through my mind, and I felt a moment of jealousy.� Botilda is MY lover.
�But not tonight,� I said out of the blue.
�Not tonight what?� Bret asked.
�Not tonight I can�t take one of you Botilda or you home,� I answered.� �I�ve had more sex than, today, most women get in a week.� My body my whole pussy ain�t used to this and I gotta rest them.�
�OK,� Botilda laughed, �but don�t think I�m not gonna jump on you with the gusto of a horny hound dog tomorrow.�� And then she flat-out glared, glared at Bret.� He didn�t notice, which I�m glad of.� What�s up with that?
Suddenly, I couldn�t stop laughing.� �Horny hound dog!�� I laughed some more.� �Woof woof, arooo!�� I thought I�d fall over.� When I finally stopped, Botilda took me in her arms and kissed me, not long, but like a lover.
�Only your mom and dad can see us,� she whispered, �and they already know.�
She looked me in the eye, with a look so serious I didn�t feel like laughing.� �And Bret knows.�
With that, she gave my butt a little squeeze and walked off, whistling the tune to �Close Encounters of the Third Kind.�� Like anybody�s going to recognize that!
Bret hugged me then.� �I know you�ve got Holly-Kon tomorrow,� he stated, �so I won�t see you until Sunday, when we walk the perimeter.�� He kissed me, long and sweet and sexy enough that I began to reconsider how much rest I needed.� �But remember,� he continued after breaking the kiss, �Program or no Program, you�ve got a boyfriend who thinks you�re amazing.�
He patted my ass and walked home, and didn�t whistle anything.� I started giggling for no reason.� I wasn�t going to have to do without sex for the rest of my life, but more important, people love me.� And I love people.� And people love people.� You know, �people� is a funny-sounding word.� Grappa.
After telling Mom and Dad good night, I went to my room and giggled some more.� I watched two back eps of my soap, caught an ep of Real Savages and laughed all over again.� I don�t know why I ever watch this silly show; it�s just people from Space stumbling around a wilderness park on Earth and making fools of themselves while they try to learn how to make fire and catch fish and stuff.� This time they were in the Marquesas Islands.� Any �real savages� would laugh harder than I did.
Finally I felt like I�d sobered up enough to do a little research.� It didn�t have to be complicated, in-depth research, so I felt I was up to it.� So I started running through Solnet for examples of girls under eighteen appearing nude in movies during the Twentieth Century.� I quickly decided that I wasn�t interested in actresses over eighteen portraying teenagers, nor was I interested in teen girls who had adult body doubles do their nudity for them.� Nope, I wanted the real deal: genuine underaged female nudity, legal both now and at the time it happened.� This last, by the way, left out Tracy Lords altogether, which was fine with me.� Lying bitch.
I found out some new things about movies I already knew.� Movies I thought I knew all about.� Did you know that Brooke Shields used a body double in _The Blue Lagoon_?� This surprised me, because she hadn�t used one in _Pretty Baby_.� Why it was OK to do her own full-frontal nudity when she was twelve years old and playing a prostitute, but not when she was fifteen and playing an innocent girl in love, well I�ll never know.� Seems to me like somebody needed the Program.
Satisfied, I typed out my list.� I would memorize it in the morning; I still wasn�t in any condition to do that now.� I wasn�t in much condition for homework, either, so I decided it could wait.� I�d have all of Sunday to do it.� Well, most of Sunday.� Instead I left on my eyetap and fired up the �Cosmic Barbarian� game.� This game is classic sword and sorcery in the style of Robert E. Howard�s Conan or Charles R. Saunders� Imaro, only with a twist. �I�ve discovered that I don�t really like reading S&S, and only enjoy watching the best S&S movies (_Conan the Barbarian_, 1982, is worth watching, but _Red Sonja_, 1985 is a waste).� But I�ll play any but the very worst S&S games, and �Cosmic Barbarian� is better than average.� By pulling a few technological fast ones on us, the author has succeeded in putting the whole thing in a not-next-generation-but-a-few-generations-after-that habitat.� The �sorcery� sounds like so much technobable, and probably is, but hey, it justifies �wizards� and �demons� and such, so I�ll buy it for now.
This game isn�t fully immersive, like the ones at the arcades, but it is stereo vision and stereo sound, and I did feel like I was battling monsters and wicked priests and slashing my foes with my dripping diomondoid blade.� I was also missing clues and my reflexes were off.� Grappa.
After killing off poor Zomar the Barbarian a half dozen times, and Nepheria the Sorceress nearly as many, I decided to call it a night.
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