Mornings on Horseback
Book One - Chapter 5
"What movie are we watching tonight?" I asked, knowing my parents would ask.
"That new pirates movie." Mark was playing with my breast, laying on his left side facing me.
"Mmmm…Johnny Depp," I giggled, thinking about Chris. He was on his right side facing me, and playing with my other boob, since I was in the middle.
"He's pretty cool." Chris smiled at me, and I was flat in my back, playing with their cocks.
"So are you." Mark grinned at him.
"You look like him too," I said, meaning Chris of course.
"Really?" Chris laughed. "I do not."
"You got the same hair. I mean, when he's blonde." I looked at him. "Doesn't he?"
"Yeah, I guess," Mark shrugged. "That Depp guy's older though."
"Well, yeah." I giggled.
"Chris is hotter too," Mark decided.
"Heh…Now I know you're lying," Chris said with a laugh.
"You don't know, dude." Mark shook his head. "You oughta look in a mirror."
"I've looked. Plenty of times," Chris said and he bent his mouth to my nipple, sucking it gently and I smiled at that.
"If you start that, you have to fuck me," I told him.
Chris grinned and just rolled his eyes at me.
"What?" I giggled self-consciously.
"I just never heard anyone talk like you guys." Chris was smiling. "I mean you just…say it."
"Well yeah." I squeezed his hard cock. "We're pretty alone."
"Pretty naked too," Mark said.
"Not to mention pretty in love," I nodded.
"And pretty friendly." Mark chuckled.
"And pretty uh…" I pursed my lips.
"Pretty?" Chris smiled.
"Yeah, we're pretty pretty," Mark said with a grin. "Especially you two."
"Mark isn't pretty, just us," I sighed at Chris playfully. "He's a manly, handsome man."
"That's okay." Chris moved his hips a little, cause his cock had been hard for awhile now.
"I know I'm not pretty," Mark shrugged. "But that's why God made cheerleaders."
"Come here…" I was pulling Chris so he'd get on top of me, it was time to make love with my boyfriend.
"Mmmm…" Chris made a face as he moved between my spread thighs.
"What?" I looked up at him, wriggling my hips a little and reaching between us for his wonderfully perfect cock.
"My butt hurts," he said with a soft laugh.
"Next time it'll feel better," Mark promised him, watching as I guided Chrissy's cock to my tight little hole.
"We'll have to wait a few weeks for that." Chris was looking down at my face, smiling patiently.
"Weeks?" Mark chuckled. "No way. Your ass is fine, Chrissy. We're going to do it a lot."
"My ass is squishy, you must have cum like a gallon…" Chris complained and then gasped as his cock suddenly slipped inside me, splitting the soft pink walls of my cunt sweetly and it wasn't uncomfortable at all.
I took a little breath myself, grinning up at Chris and nodding happily. I was still very wet and hot from all that jilling off I'd done, and Chris was the perfect size for me anyway. Mark would have had to go slow, but I wrapped my legs around Chris and urged him to put it in me all the way.
"Yeah…Fuck me…All of it, Chrissy…Nice…Uh-huh…" I looked over at Mark, arching my eyebrows and watching his face as he watched Chris fuck me. Mark was happy, he wanted to see it.
"Jesus. You're hot inside, Steph…Like an oven…" Chris sighed.
"Hot, greased, and ready for the meat," Mark said and he was stroking himself now, since I had both arms around Chris.
"And he says I can't cook," I giggled.
"You can't cook!" Mark laughed. "But you know how to fuck, Stephy."
"Sounds like my mom," Chris said, and then his face changed and he swallowed hard. "Sorry, I didn't mean…"
"Your mom?" Mark chuckled. "Yeah, she looks like she knows how to fuck too."
I shot Mark a look.
"No offense, Chris." Mark tried to look apologetic. "I just meant…Well…Yeah…"
"It's okay. I know what my mom looks like." He was fucking me slowly and his mood had changed suddenly.
"Never mind her," I said softly, pulling Chris to my lips. "She isn't here anyway, it's just us."
I wanted Chrissy smiling and happy, not worried about what Mark and I might think of his parents. Screw them. So what if his mom looked like a slut and his dad was a jerk? They weren't with us. That's what I tried to explain to Chris with my kiss. I held him tight, squeezing him with my thighs and my ankles crossed behind him. I didn't even want his cock moving, just pressed way deep inside my pussy while I fucked his mouth with my tongue. That would get his mind back where it belonged, with me and what we were doing.
"Steph…" Chris swallowed hard and we were both panting for air after a long, sweet kiss. "…Every time you kiss me like that…"
"Hmmm?" I smiled innocently.
"…I think I'm going to cum."
"I can make you cum just from kissing?" I giggled.
"Yeah, maybe…" he said with a playful smile. God! Chrissy was so cute!
"Let's try…" I was pulling him back for more. "But no fucking me. Just kissing."
"Okay," Chris grinned. "This is crazy."
"Kiss him good, Stephy," Mark told me. "I want to fuck you too."
"You'll have to wait your turn," I said with a happy moan. "Mmmm…"
I gave Chris the best kiss I knew how, turning my face so our lips joined perfectly, our tongues wriggling gently, really soft and wet and hot in our shared breath. I had one hand on his back, and the other in his long blonde hair, massaging his scalp softly. And I was the one who was going to cum probably, not him, at least not before I did. My tummy was tight, with pleasant little cramps, like butterflies tickling me inside. And my pussy just seemed to throb, my entire sex was trembling it seemed.
And then Chris cheated, moving his hips, or maybe it was me, I couldn't tell and I didn't care. All of a sudden we were moving, not fast, but hard, like grinding our bodies together. His cock was as far inside me as it could get, filling me perfectly. It was just the right size and I was working myself around on it hard, lifting my hips and rolling my ass. Doing everything I could to feel him everywhere inside me all at once.
We didn't stop kissing either, even when I did start to cum. I just held Chris even tighter, crying out into his mouth because it was a sharp sensation, but not a painful one at all. But sharp and hot and making me close my eyes so tightly that all of a sudden I had tears running down my cheeks. I was cumming so good I was crying and then Chris was cumming too, his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my womb, swelling even larger and then ejaculating his hot seed inside me, mixing with my own orgasm and spreading all through me as we continued to move with each other.
"Jesus, that's hot," Mark was saying, watching us and jerking off slowly. "You guys fuck sweet."
I giggled weakly at that, fighting to catch my breath and Chris was doing the same.
"Thank you." Chris smiled at me. "That was awesome."
"You don't have to thank me for that!" I laughed and I might have blushed except my face was already pretty pink. "I wanted to fuck you too, remember?"
"Yeah, but still…" Chris kissed my nose. "I love you."
"Me too," I nodded.
"Me too." Mark laughed at us. "Is it my turn yet?"
"He never says thank you." I rolled my eyes.
"I noticed." Chris grinned at me and I was still holding him tightly inside me.
"What?" Mark groaned. "Don't you two start!"
"I think my dick is still hard." Chris narrowed his eyes, giggling like he was trying to decide.
"I think so too," I said, licking my lips. "You been saving it up or something?"
"What? Come on!" Mark knew we were teasing him now.
"Yeah, for like sixteen years." Chris glanced at Mark. "Sorry, man. She won't let me go."
"He can't pull out until his dick gets soft," I told Mark happily. "New rule."
"Rule?" Mark stared at me. "We don't have any rules."
"Oh!" I giggled. "I forgot."
"We're being kind of mean." Chris was giggling too.
"I just like the way it feels right now," I said, hugging Chris even tighter, like I wasn't ever gonna let him go.
"How about if we suck him?" Chris suggested.
"We could do that," I said. "You want us to suck you, Mark?"
"Both of us," Chris nodded.
"At the same time," I added.
"I guess so," Mark sighed reluctantly, but he was smiling big at the idea of both Chris and me sucking his cock together.
"Is it clean?" I giggled, knowing he'd washed it off with some bottled water after fucking Chris, not that I would have minded probably, not the way I was feeling right then.
"Shush!" Mark laughed, and he got close to us, pushing his big fat cock over my lips as I lay there.
I was licking and kissing the bottom of Mark's penis, while Chris was kissing and licking the top and the boy was still inside me too, which was way nice. Mark was sort of half sitting, half kneeling and moving his cock slowly between us. Pretty soon I found myself with one of Mark's balls in my mouth, washing it with my tongue while Chris sucked the head of Mark's cock above me. That seemed to work pretty good and Chrissy was fucking me slowly, sliding patiently in and out while we concentrated on loving our boyfriend's penis. We were all moving, just a little, and Mark held Chrissy's head, urging him to suck more of his cock while I worked my mouth around his balls, sucking one and then the other, warming them up nicely.
After a few minutes of that, Mark pulled his cock away and angled it down, pushing the swollen head between my lips so I could suck it for awhile and that was nice also. Chris was kissing me and licking at the corner of my mouth and along Mark's shaft. It took both of us to give that large cock all the attention it deserved. Mark enjoyed it too, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth and then pulling it away, feeding it to Chrissy again, and every now and then Chris and I would kiss each other with our tongues mostly, and with the tip of Mark's cock between us while we did it.
And Chris was still hard, that was the best. Even after he'd cum inside me, his cock was still erect and he fucked me all the while, pumping my hot pussy beautifully while we sucked Mark off. He was going to last longer this time too, and so was Mark, as we never really sucked long enough or hard enough on his cock to really bring him close to orgasm. It was like a fun game, not teasing him, but just making Mark feel really good as Chris and I made love beneath his loving gaze. I loved the way he watched us.
But Mark wanted to get off too, so it wasn't surprising or disappointing when he finally moved to kneel above my face, pointing his long hard cock at Chrissy's mouth and coaxing the boy to give him a real blowjob. Mark was straddling my head, on his knees, and holding Chrissy's head gently in his hands, and all I could see were Mark's heavy balls hanging down just above me. I lifted my head enough so I could lick and kiss them, feeling his soft hairy sack on my nose and lips.
Chris was sucking Mark as well as he could, although he wasn't very experienced of course, but he was getting better and learning fast, and he could take more of Mark's dick than I could anyway. But it was messy and noisy with loud wet slurpy noises, and spit and precum dripping down to fall onto my chin and neck. I didn't mind it. I'd gone back to nuzzling Mark's balls as best I could, although I wished I had a pillow or something. It was a little tiring lifting my head and playing with my boyfriend's balls for a minute and then taking a short breather.
While we did that, Chris was fucking me harder, a little faster and now I was fucking him as well. My body was primed for it and moving all by itself. My cunt was full of sperm and girl goo and Chrissy's cock was stirring it up nice so that the stuff was running out of me, down my ass to stain that comforter. It was cool and wet and a little uncomfortable as that wet spot grew, but I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I was trapped between and beneath the two boys and neither of them was going to move until they'd cum.
"Yeah…Suck it, Chrissy…Fuck, you're so hot with my cock in your mouth like that…" Mark was talking softly, thrusting a little, making Chris choke every now and then around the big dick fucking his mouth.
"Mmphh…" Chris made little happy sounds, moans and groans and soft grunts as he pushed his cock inside me, rocking his whole body forward and sucking Mark's cock with the same rhythm.
"Ohhh…Jesus…Stephy!" Mark had lowered himself for me and I'd suddenly found his asshole on my mouth.
I don't think Mark had meant to do it like that, but I didn't mind. I was getting fucked good and my whole body was just screaming to touch and lick and kiss anyone anywhere. I kissed Mark's ass and then pressed my tongue against him, licking and kissing the one place I'd never done it before. I didn't care that it was his ass; he was Mark, the boy I loved more than anyone. And I enjoyed the taste of him, the tight little pucker of his anus and the way he was moving as he felt me trying to worm my warm wet tongue inside him.
I ate his ass like a little slut, like a genuine bad girl, which was always my favorite fantasy anyway. Being so bad in secret like that. Nobody would ever guess I was the kind of girl who would push her tongue inside a boy's ass and love it. But I was exactly that kind of girl and now I was proving it. I clutched Chris to me tightly, begging him with my hands, and wrapping my legs around his waist, telling him to fuck me harder cause I was going to cum. I was falling into my orgasm just as my greedy little tongue slipped inside Mark's rectum, working just half an inch inside maybe and I could feel his muscles relaxing, opening up for me and then getting tight again as he'd push his cock into Chrissy's mouth.
I was cumming hard and stiffening my tongue and stabbing it inside Mark's ass at the same time Mark was telling Chris he was going to cum. My little rim job was pushing Mark over the edge, just like it had for me and I felt Mark's ass getting really tight suddenly, pushing my tongue out of his ass completely as he was groaning and holding Chrissy's face to his penis. He was shooting now, into our boyfriend's hungry mouth, giving Chris his very first load of creamy sperm to swallow thickly, and what he couldn't spilled down his cheeks and chin, big hot drops of the stuff falling onto me.
"You too…Here…" Mark was gasping, holding his cock tight as he pulled it from Chrissy's mouth, moving so he could push it into mine. Mark was still cumming, although not as much now, but enough as he pushed his cockhead between my lips. Cum flowed over my tongue and I sucked him gently, my head filled with the warm happy buzz of my orgasm, and I was swallowing Mark's sperm until finally Chris was there, replacing Mark's softening cock with his mouth.
We shared our spit and Mark's hot sperm back and forth between us, our tongues swishing around wetly and somewhere in the middle of that kiss; my boyfriend was cumming inside me. Chris moaned and held his cock inside my tight warm sex and filled me once more with his hot seed. It was outrageous and sexy and Chris was cumming a lot, I could tell. He must have really been saving it and I giggled breathlessly beneath him, wondering if the boy had ever jerked off in his life. It didn't matter now though, cause with me and Mark around, Chris would never have to jerk off again. We'd make sure of that.--------------------------------------------------------
"So…How was your date last night?" Mom asked me, and she was cooking again.
Believe it or not, she really does do other stuff, but it was breakfast time and she believes in three meals a day. Like it's a religious thing, or something.
"It was great!" I smiled at her and I was shaking my hair dry after a quick shower, walking into the kitchen wearing old jeans and a fleece sweatshirt that had been hers once upon a time. It was pink and soft and I loved it.
"No problems?" She was scrambling some eggs for me.
My dad was already out in the pressing shed, getting an early start cause we'd be having a barbecue with Chrissy's family that afternoon. Dad had complained a little about losing half a day, since it was early autumn and the last apple harvest was just finished for the year. We had a lot of apples. But Daddy loved a good barbecue too, so he wasn't grumbling too much.
"Nope!" I grinned and opened the fridge for some juice. "It was perfect."
"Good." Mom smiled and I think she'd been a little worried.
"Chris and Mark got along great, it was so cool."
"What movie did you guys see?"
"That new pirates movie." I drank my juices quick so she wouldn't notice I was fibbing. I'm not really good at that, even though I had a lot of practice. Or more likely I just wished I wasn't so good at it; it's not really something I wanted to be proud of.
"Was it good?" Mom was scooping eggs onto a plate.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "You think Chris looks like Johnny Depp?"
"Chris?" My mom thought about it for a second. "Maybe a little, except he's blond."
"Yeah." I giggled.
It was pretty cool. I knew Mom and Dad were okay since they hadn't been waiting up for me when I'd come in at quarter to one in the morning. Well, my dad had been up, of course. He couldn't really sleep when I was out for some reason, but my mom had already been in bed. Daddy hadn't said much to me, just looked at his watch, smiled, and said goodnight, cause he was pretty tired. I'd been tired too.
Dad was gonna find out I had two boyfriends pretty soon though, I knew that. It wasn't going to be possible keeping that a secret. But he liked Mark, and probably he liked Chris okay, and so did Mom, so…I kept my fingers crossed and I couldn't wait til that afternoon. I was dying to see my boyfriends again. Mark was coming over, of course, as soon as he'd heard the word barbecue, he was making plans.
I had my own plans though. I seriously wanted more sex with Mark and Chris. I knew why too. My period was coming, in just like three or four days maybe, and I'd already started feeling it. Not that it was bad, my periods were really weak, super light and just a few days long usually, but that was cause of the birth control pills mostly. I'd already taken one that morning, first thing when I woke up. I always had to make sure I grabbed a couple out of my locker on Fridays and I just wrapped them in a bit of plastic, tucked inside my little change wallet in the bottom of my purse. Mom might snoop, but probably not there.
I wished they looked more like aspirins, those birth control pills, but they didn't. They looked like little pink hearts, sort of. If Mom found them she'd probably think they were ecstasy or something, which would almost be better than telling her what they really were. My parents really did think I was a virgin, along with just about everyone else in the county. I sincerely wanted to keep it that way too.
The only ones who knew any different, besides me and my two boyfriends, were Todd, since he'd fucked me himself once, and Sandy's brother, but he didn't count at all. And I knew Todd wasn't going to tell, partly because he was a pretty good guy at heart, partly cause he was Mark's best friend, and partly because Mark had told him that if he ever told anyone, Mark would beat him up. Not that Mark went around beating people up all the time, I'd never date a guy like that! Mark never beat anyone up. He was big enough so he didn't have to, which was pretty cool. I liked having a big strong boyfriend.
"Did you let him kiss you?" Mom asked, sitting down with a cup of coffee.
"Mom!" I made a little face around my eggs.
"Chris, I mean." My mom ignored my look. "I know you kiss Mark."
"Well, yeah." I shrugged, knowing she wouldn't let it go.
"And Mark…He didn't…"
"Get mad?" I shook my head. "Why would he?"
My mom laughed at that. She was okay with me kissing my boyfriend…boyfriends, I guess, since now I had two, but that was as far as it went. I totally denied we ever did anything else, but she probably figured I let Mark feel my tits up too. She'd been a teenage girl herself, back in the eighties, so it wasn't like she was all innocent or anything. She'd had her own boyfriends.
"Mark is one of a kind, Steph." Mom shook her head. "I almost wish I was twenty years younger."
"Mom!" I rolled my eyes.
"What?" She giggled at me and Mom was still pretty cute when she did that, for being old like she was.
"Bad enough my boyfriend talks about you all the time," I grumped. "I don't need to hear it from you too."
"He does?" My mom smiled at that.
"Never mind," I sighed.
"What does he say?"
"Mom! God…"
"Oh, I'm just teasing you." Mom reached over and patted my hand. "Mark's a good kid. I'm proud of you guys."
"Hmph." I shook my head and smiled, just a little.
I didn't mind at all that my mom and Mark got along so good. It was seriously cool and made my life a lot easier, but I just wished they didn't like each other THAT much, you know? Not like they were going to do anything, that would be insane, but I didn't need any teasing like that either. And they both loved to do it, that was the thing. Mark always teased me about how my mom was so cool, and such a good cook, and so nice to him. Blah Blah Blah
"Well, he's coming over this afternoon, so remember that, okay?" I told my mom, feeling kind of like I was her mom for some reason.
"I'll be good, Mom." My mother giggled again, obviously feeling the same way and we were in synch like that a lot.
I guess all mother and daughters probably are. I just wished it didn't extend to our tastes in boys. If my mom really was twenty years younger? I'd probably have had a real fight on my hands, you know? She'd been awfully pretty herself at sixteen.--------------------------------------------------------
"You need any help, Daddy?" I asked him, kind of loud over the sound of the pressing machine.
"Nope, I got it, Steph." My dad smiled at me.
It was pretty much a one man operation and we both knew it, but it was a good excuse for me to come out and hang with him for a bit. I knew he'd appreciate that. We had pickers, local kids mostly, wanting to earn a few dollars, but only for the few weeks it took to get all the apples off the trees. Now that it was done, my mom and dad did all the work themselves. Pressing apples into juice and pulp, filling big containers of raw apple juice to sell to Del Monte or whoever, and keeping some for making our own cider. Daddy sold that to a local distributor who sold it to retailers as far away as Boston and New York City. It didn't make us rich, but it more than paid the bills.
"Did you and Mark have a good time last night?" Dad asked me, wiping his hands on a rag from the back pocket of his coveralls.
"Yeah, it was pretty fun." I smiled. "Thanks for letting me stay out late."
"Well, thanks for getting home on time," Dad said with a grin.
"I'm always home on time!" I laughed.
"Yep, you always are," he nodded. "You feed the horses?"
"Not yet."
"Let's go do that then." Dad grabbed some apples, cause the horses really loved those and the smell of apples being pressed made the animals a little crazy for them.
One of them, Taffy, got loose once and wandered into the pressing shed. He must have eaten about a bushel and half of green apples. We had to call the vet cause that horse was hurting later on. It was kind of funny, but I felt bad for Taffy. It was just too much of a good thing and we were careful to keep all the doors closed now. Horses are smarter than they look, but dumber too, sorta like parents.
Which was why I was really out there, because if I'd learned nothing else growing up it was that the best way to avoid getting in trouble, was to go looking for it. Not all the time, but in certain circumstances, like having two boyfriends at the same time? Daddy was gonna find out one way or the other, so getting it from me would be best, I was sure.
"Hey, Daddy?" I brushed some long black hair back out of my eyes.
"Uh-huh?" He was pushing a shovel around, cleaning Taffy's stall while I was filling a big plastic bucket with horse grain for him.
"I sorta need to tell you something." I paused. "Sorta weird."
"Weird?" Daddy looked at me. "What's that mean?"
"Not bad." I shook my head quickly. "But different."
"Okay," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "What is it?"
"You remember Chris, right? He's kinda my boyfriend now."
"Kind of your boyfriend?"
"I mean, he is my boyfriend." I licked my lips. "We're uh, we're going out together…You know?"
Daddy stopped cleaning and leaned on the shovel looking at me.
"Then why'd you go out with Mark to the movies?" Daddy wasn't mad, just concerned really. "You told him last night?"
"Well…" I cleared my throat. "I'm still going out with Mark too."
Daddy just stared at me for a minute, figuring out what I was saying, but coming to the wrong conclusion, of course.
"Two boyfriends, eh?" He sighed. "When they find out…"
"Oh, they already know." I offered a little smile. "Mark knows and Chris, well…He went with us last night."
"Come again?"
"I'm dating them both, Daddy." I smiled a little more. "At the same time."
"You went out last night with two boys?" He stared at me hard and I swallowed nervously. "All the way to Clearview?"
"Uh…" I shrugged.
"And you didn't tell me about that?" My dad pursed his lips. "But you didn't forget to ask for a little more time to spend with them, huh?"
"It isn't like that…"
"This isn't New York City, Steph, this is Iroquois County and people around here have a name for girls going out with two boys at a time."
"Daddy!" I blushed and looked suitably shocked.
"And you know it too," my dad continued. "Don't you pretend otherwise."
"I'm not pretending anything, Daddy. It was just a date. We're friends, all three of us."
"Friends?" Dad snorted. "Boys don't have a girlfriend so they can share her."
"Well, Mark does," I said, wondering exactly what it was I was saying, but it was too late for that anyway. "And Chris does too."
"Maybe so, but I don't have a daughter who spends her nights with two boys in the back of a pickup truck." He was kind of mad I realized, if he was saying that sort of thing.
"What?" I stared at him. "We went to a movie, Dad!"
"You and two high school boys, I know, and they didn't try anything?"
"No!" I crossed my arms and I was really flushed, getting a little mad myself.
"And you'd tell me if they did, huh?" Daddy shook his head, thinking maybe I wouldn't.
"They didn't do anything," I said. "And you know it, Daddy. You know Mark, he isn't like that!"
"I thought I knew him." My dad was staring back. "But sharing his girlfriend? What the hell does that mean anyway?"
"It doesn't mean anything!" I frowned. "God! We're just three people who like to hang out and be together. What's wrong with that?"
"Don't take a tone with me, girl," Daddy warned me.
"I'm not." I seriously pouted and I thought I was going to cry in a second.
We didn't say anything after that for a few minutes. We just sort of looked at each other, me thinking he was being totally stupid, suggesting I was being a slut, or whatever the word was he had in mind. And Daddy, I don't know what he was thinking, except talking about me being in the back of Mark's truck with two boys…That would have been really insulting if it hadn't been sort of true. As it was though I still felt it like a sharp pain in my heart. He didn't have any cause to say something like that, not to me.
"I don't know what your momma's going to say about this," my dad finally said.
"She already knows," I said, maybe a bit testily. "I told her about it yesterday."
"She does, eh?" Daddy took a little breath. "Well, ain't I the last one to know."
"She's okay with it," I told him, softening a little and hoping he'd do the same. "They're both really nice, Daddy. You know Mark, and you met Chris, they aren't doing anything wrong."
"I'm just trying to protect you, Steph." My dad shook his head. "You know that's what I gotta do. You're just 16 years old and…"
"And I'm fine, Daddy." I smiled. "You raised me good. I'm not doing anything I don't want to."
I was lying enough already and I felt a little bad about it, so I was looking for ways to be sort of truthful, but make it sound like I was all innocent. That was kind of hard to do, but my dad was listening and hearing what he wanted mostly, like not doing anything I didn't want to, that sounded an awful lot like I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't. Or so I hoped.
"So you went out with those two boys last night," my dad said slowly. "And they didn't try and do anything?"
"No!" I laughed lightly. "We saw a movie, got some burgers, and mostly just talked about school and stuff."
"Uh-huh." Daddy had been a teenager in the eighties too and I seriously doubted he'd ever thought about sharing one of his girlfriends on a date.
"Ms. Hayden wants Chris to be a cheerleader," I said, thinking maybe Daddy would consider that.
A cheerleading boyfriend? He had to be pretty harmless, wouldn't you think? A big, burly man like my dad would think so, I was sure. My dad and Chrissy's dad, as much as I hated to admit it, were probably a lot alike in some ways. In how they pictured their roles as males anyway. Dad wouldn't ever talk to a girl the way Georgie had talked to me though, I knew that. Daddy might look at a pretty girl with more than a passing interest, even one young enough to be his daughter, but when he opened his mouth he'd be polite and responsible with what he said.
"A cheerleader?" My dad grinned at that.
"Yeah." I smiled happily. "Not like me. I mean, he's gonna be one of the guys who helps with tumbling and stuff, you know?"
"Sure, yeah." Dad nodded. "I thought those guys were all…"
"What?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Nothing. I just, um…Well, the ones I knew were a little light in the loafers, you know?"
"Are you trying to say Chris is gay, Daddy?"
"What?" My dad looked shocked at the idea, but not totally. "No, course not. He's Georgie Wheelock's boy."
Like that made a difference about anything? I almost laughed.
"He's just really nice, okay?" I made myself frown a little, but it was perfect because I wasn't insisting that Chris wasn't gay, so my dad would wonder and then probably assume…
"So is that why you like him so much?" My dad asked. "Cause he's a cheerleader?"
"Well, yeah!" I lied with a grin. "He's new in town, Daddy. He needs friends, you know? I like him a lot and he's gonna be cheering with me, so…"
"Oh, sure." My dad thought he was getting it now.
He wasn't my real boyfriend; Chris was just my friend who was also a boy. I'd probably made Mark agree to bring Chris along or I wouldn't go out with him. And so Mark was being the good guy, being a friend for Chris just because it was easier doing that than it was arguing with me. Daddy could understand all that, it was perfectly logical if you were a total male chauvinist.
"Well, I guess I got a little hot there." He cleared his throat. "I said some things I shouldn't have."
"Me too, Daddy." I walked over so I could give him a hug. "I'm sorry."
"So this Chris, he's going to be hanging out with you and Mark a lot?" Daddy let go of the shovel and wrapped his big arms around me.
"Well, yeah." I shrugged, smiling up at my dad. "He's our friend."
"Sure, okay," Dad nodded. "I guess I'd better have a real sit down with him then, eh?"
"Show him your gun cabinet?" I giggled.
"That gun cabinet does wonders for a boy's concentration," Dad chuckled.
"I bet." I hugged him tight. "Just be nice okay? He's really sweet, Daddy."
"I'll bet he is." Daddy was happy now, and all okay with it.
Not only was Chris a nice sweet gay boy who was going to be on my cheerleading squad, he'd be going out with me and Mark, and that was like having a solid gold chastity belt, wasn't it? Chrissy wouldn't be interested in a girly girl like me and Mark couldn't do anything while Chris was there. Unless Mark was…I could hear the wheels turning in my dad's head and I knew I'd figured him right.
"Hey, uh…Mark isn't…" Daddy started and then shook his head. "Never mind."
I didn't even have to ask. Mark was a man, a young one, but definitely a man and the quarterback of the football team, and the boyfriend of the prettiest girl in the county, so he couldn't be gay. That just didn't make any sense in Daddy's world. A boy like that would only want one thing and my virginity was nestled safely between my legs, but Daddy had talked with Mark about that already. A bunch of times. And Mark knew better than to try anything that might get himself stuffed and mounted on the wall of my father's den.
Yep, Daddy had it all figured out now…And I had the blessings of both my parents to date both my boyfriends. At the same time! Could life possibly get any better?--------------------------------------------------------
"Stephanie…Telephone!" My mom was calling me.
I was outside, helping get everything ready for the barbecue. It wasn't going to be a big one, but it would be nice anyway. It was a warm day too, with a big blue sky and we'd have plenty of food for the seven of us, my family and Chrissy's, plus Mark when he showed up. Of course Mark could eat like he was three people all by himself anyway.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, coming into the kitchen and getting the phone from her. "Hello?"
"Stephy? Hey, it's me," Mark's voice was soft and sweet in my ear.
"Hey!" I smiled instantly.
"I gotta do some work around here today, help my dad out."
"Hmmm…I want to see you."
"I know, me too."
"When can you come over?" I asked him, frowning a little now.
"Why don't you guys come over here?"
"We're having a barbecue!" I laughed.
"After you eat." Mark laughed with me. "Just ride over, tell your folks you're taking Chris out for a ride."
"For a ride huh?" I said softly, glancing at my mom.
"Uh-huh," Mark chuckled.
"Yeah, maybe." I bit my lip. "But we have to be back here before dark if we take the horses."
"Leave them here for the night, get ‘em tomorrow," Mark suggested. "We can ride them back to your place in the morning."
"Hmmm…Okay, we'll see."
"You get in any trouble last night?"
"Nope!" I giggled. "Everything's fine."
"Cool."
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too."
"We'll be over later, okay?"
"Okay."
"So…Bye."
"Bye, Stephy."
"Hang up," I giggled after about fifteen seconds.
"You hang up."
"You first."
"Okay."
"Mark?" I asked ten seconds later. "I know you're there."
"I'm hanging up."
"Me first!" I laughed, hanging up the phone as fast as I could.
My mom just smiled and shook her head at me.
"Are you going to go riding today?" she asked me.
"Maybe," I nodded. "I don't think Chris has ever ridden a horse before."
"Over to Mark's?"
"Mom!" I pursed my lips. "Eavesdropping isn't nice."
"I wasn't," she said with a shrug. "I'm just getting this chicken ready."
"Yeah," I nodded. "Mark has to do some work for his dad, so he wondered if me and Chris would ride over."
"Ah." Mom nodded too. "Well, you'll have to bring some food for him then."
"I think they have a kitchen!" I laughed. "It's even got a refrigerator and a stove and everything, I heard."
"What difference does that make?" Mom made a face. "Up to you anyway, he's your boyfriend. You wanna starve him to death…"
"And you're spoiling him!" I giggled. "I guess I can bring him a little something."
"Are you going to change your clothes?"
"What's wrong with this?" I was still wearing my old jeans and that pink sweatshirt.
"We have company coming." Mom shook her head.
"Chris likes it when I dress down," I said with a shrug.
"Well, his parents might not think too much of it."
"His parents?" I laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing, Mom." I shook my head. "But I don't think they're gonna care what I'm wearing."
"Why do you say that?" My mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
"I met them last night, they're kind of…Weird."
"Stephanie!" Mom didn't want to hear me saying that about someone, especially not someone who was coming to dinner in about ten minutes.
"It's true," I giggled. "You'll see."
"I guess I will," Mom decided. "But you better be on your best behavior, understand me?"
"Mom…" I made a face. "When am I not on my best behavior?"
"We'll see," she didn't answer directly. "Grab the plates and silverware and take them outside."
"Kay." I laughed, cause I knew I was a good girl. At least so far as my mom and dad were concerned, I just wondered what my folks would think of Chris' family.
I was setting the big picnic table when Chris and his family arrived in their big old Explorer truck. My dad was coaxing the big barbecue pit to life. We'd had a lot of barbecues over the summer, but it was getting close to the cold weather and we wouldn't be having very many more this year.
"They're here, Daddy."
"I see that," my dad nodded. "Old Georgie looks about the same."
"Does he?" I shrugged, having no idea what he looked like before I'd met him yesterday.
"Hey, Billy!" Georgie was waving, walking over with his hand around his wife's waist.
"Billy?" I said softly and giggled. Everybody called my dad Bill.
"Be good," my dad warned me with a chuckle. "Hey Georgie, long time."
"Too damn long! You got bigger!" Georgie grinned and my dad shrugged, patting his ample belly. My dad wasn't really fat, just big.
"So did you." My dad laughed. "Married too, eh?"
"Hi, Chris." I smiled at my boyfriend, ignoring our parents.
"Hi, Steph."
"Come on, help me get some stuff from the kitchen." I jerked my head towards the house.
"Sure." He smiled and I wanted to kiss him so badly right then.
"Mark called, he can't make it…"
"Really?" Chris frowned a little.
"…But we'll go riding after we eat, go over to his place. You want to?"
"Yeah, sure." Chris nodded. "Except uh, I don't how to ride a horse very good."
"It's easy!" I giggled, grabbing his hand now that we were away from my dad and I pulled him into the kitchen.
"Chris! Hi." My mom was right there, washing her hands.
"Hi, Mrs. Avery," Chris said and I gave his hand a squeeze, in case he was worried about it. My mom would be okay with handholding.
"I'm going to go out and say hi to Chris' parents." Mom looked around. "Oh, there's a salad in the refrigerator, get that and the dressing, and hmmm…Get some bowls too, the wooden ones and…"
"We got it, Mom," I nodded, just wanting to get her outside.
"Okay, good." My mom smiled and she was pushing her way out the screen door, carrying a big pan full of chicken ready to be barbecued.
I watched her go and counted to five and then I reached up, surprising Chris a little, but he shouldn't have been. I put my hand on his neck and pulled his mouth to mine; kissing him hard and deep and he smiled, but kissed me back just fine. It didn't last long enough for either of us, but it was enough for the time being, barely.
"I love you," I sighed, licking my lips.
"Yeah." He was really smiling then. "I love you too."
I didn't want to let him go, but we couldn't really make out in the kitchen either, so I busied myself getting everything out that my mom wanted. Pointing at cupboards and telling Chris what to get while I went through the refrigerator.
"My parents know you're my boyfriend now."
"Both of them?" Chris was getting out the wooden salad bowls.
"Yeah, I told my dad this morning," I giggled. "He thinks your gay."
"What?" Chris blushed a little.
"It's okay. He can think you're from Mars. I don't care as long as we can go out."
"Yeah, I guess so." But Chris didn't look too sure.
"He was kinda mad actually, but I told him you're going to be a cheerleader, so…"
"Oh, so he figures I must be a fag, huh?" Chris sighed, probably thinking he was going to hear that a lot.
"Oh, come on, don't worry about it." I put the big salad my mom had prepared on the counter and gave Chris a little hug, pressing my body against his back.
"I'm not, I just…" He shrugged.
"Look, by the time my dad figures out that you're not gay, he'll like you just fine and then you can still be my boyfriend."
"How's he gonna figure that out?" Chris almost smiled.
"I dunno." I laughed. "I guess we'll just have to tell him sometime."
"Oh God…You say so, Steph." He shook his head.
"Did you tell your dad you're going to be a cheerleader?"
"No, not yet." Chris gave me an apologetic look. "He did ask me how you liked it though."
"How I liked…" I tilted my head. "What? Being a cheerleader?"
"No. Uh, he wondered how you liked sex…On your back or on your knees." Chris swallowed hard and really did blush then.
"He asked you that?" I felt warm myself.
"Yeah," Chris cleared his throat. "You uh, you told me to tell him…uh, right?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess so. I just didn't think…Wow." I laughed nervously, wondering what was wrong with my new boyfriend's parents. "What um, what did you tell him?"
"Me?" Chris licked his lips. "On your back."
I stared at him for a minute and he was looking down, probably thinking I was going to be mad, but it was pretty funny really and I started giggling. This was so totally weird and Chrissy's dad was a complete asshole.
"What?" He looked up at me.
"Nothing, it's okay," I assured him with a smile. "Least we got our story straight now."
"I didn't bring it up with him," Chris was trying too explain. "I mean, he just sorta asked me, you know?"
"What? Last night?"
"No, they were sleeping." Chris shook his head. "This morning. My mom kinda brought it up."
"Your mom?" I stared at him.
"Well, she asked if I was still a virgin."
"Your mom asked you that?"
"Yeah." Chris laughed. "Pretty strange, huh?"
"Freaky strange," I agreed. "We better get this stuff out there. Just don't say a word to my dad. I'm serious."
"Oh, not me!" Chris shook his head seriously. He knew better than that.
I just hoped Chrissy's parents were as smart as he was.--------------------------------------------------------
It was beautiful Indian summer day. Mid-September in upstate New York. My mom's chicken was on the barbecue, the table was set with salads and vegetables and plates and napkins. The dads were drinking beer and swapping war stories, the moms were drinking lemonade and talking about shoes, and the kids were having cokes and whispering soft affections in the shade.
It was a beautiful day and it was perfect for about twelve whole minutes.
"So, I hear Chris is going to be a cheerleader," my dad said innocently enough, with a smile and a swig of beer.
"You heard what?" Georgie, Chris' dad, narrowed his eyes dangerously, like he'd just spotted a snake in the grass.
"Stephanie was telling me that your boy is going to be on her cheerleading team," my dad repeated, wondering what was wrong. Besides Chris being gay of course, but that was obvious to a man like my dad, since Chris was going to be a cheerleader.
"I'm not sure I've heard that one, Billy," Georgie said, as if it was a joke he didn't really want to hear.
"Uh…Yeah, Dad." Chris swallowed hard because he knew he had to step up. "The coach asked me if I'd uh, join the cheerleading squad."
"Well, I hope you told him no." Georgie stared at his son and the rest of us were quiet.
"The coach is a her, Dad," Chris offered quietly.
"Him, her, who gives a rat's?" Georgie frowned. "What did you say?"
"Well, I…" Chris glanced at me and I have to admit I was feeling meek.
"You what? Don't look at her." Georgie was a little hot and it was embarrassing all of us.
"I told her yes," Chris nodded, looking at his father. "Stephanie, she uh, she's going to help me. You know. Like we talked about, Dad."
"Like we…Oh…" That actually shut Georgie up for a second.
My parents didn't have a clue of course, but I did. Chris was telling his dad that he was signing up just so he could fuck me, on my back the way I liked it. I took that as my cue to do something, I don't know, sexy I guess, since Georgie's gaze had naturally shifted to me. So I arched my spine a little, shrugged my shoulders back like I was stretching a little, and pushed my nice full tits out just for him.
I did everything but bend over for the Neanderthal and it was a tad humiliating. Even so, I gave him my sexiest smile anyway, but I aimed it at Chris, just so Georgie would know for sure how happy I was with his son. If my parents noticed, and I didn't think they did, it didn't look completely obvious that I was posing, I hoped. But they were looking at Georgie anyway, mostly, waiting on his decision.
"Well, I guess, uh…Cheerleading ain't a bad sport…" Georgie swallowed the rest of his beer and he'd gotten the point.
"Oh, that's so nice, Chris!" Wendy, Chris' mom, smiled at her son. "It's about time you got involved in something at school. I was a cheerleader too, you know."
My mom and dad just sort of looked at each other and shrugged. The rest of the meal went okay, everyone deciding to stick with very safe topics like the weather and farming, and how about those Yankees, huh? Chris and I just sat together, largely ignoring everyone and I was telling him how proud I felt when Chris told his dad he was going to be a cheerleader, even though his dad had only agreed because of me…Sort of.
I really hoped that wasn't going to get me in trouble later. Not that I really cared what Georgie or his wife thought of me, but neither of Chrissy's parents struck me as the sort to keep a secret for much more than six or seven minutes, tops. That Bill Avery's beautiful and perfect daughter Stephanie was a slut, well, that was a pretty good secret. Much too good for Georgie and Wendy to keep, but I hoped they would, since it was not only a lie, but also the truth.
Weird the way that works sometimes.
"Well, I'm just glad Chris finally found himself a real girlfriend," Wendy was saying to my mom and I looked up to see the two of them looking at me.
"Yes, well Chris is a nice boy." My mom was being polite, but she wasn't lying either.
I couldn't tell what my mom thought of Wendy, she was kind of old school when it came to company, meaning mom would be polite until her lips were bleeding from smiling too much. Chrissy's mom couldn't have made a real good impression though. I mean she looked like she'd come looking for a singles bar, or something. She was a voluptuous woman anyway, all round everywhere you looked, but in a sexy way. Round hips, round ass, big round boobs. She was pretty, definitely that, with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes like her son's.
And she was wearing these little white caprice pants, painted on, more or less, with zippers from mid-calf to her knees and we all knew she liked to wear an orange thong when she went to a barbecue. It was pretty obvious. No bra, so far as I could tell, not that she needed one, and those tits couldn't be real, in my opinion, although I hadn't really seen a lot of boob jobs in Iroquois County. But they were too perfectly round and firm in that little red halter top she was wearing.
Nope, Mom wasn't very big on Wendy Wheelock, I didn't figure, but Daddy was. He was glancing at her every two minutes, like he had an egg timer in his pants, which would explain the bulge in his trousers. Not that I spent a lot of time checking to see if my dad was pitching a tent or not, that's pretty gross, but it was hard to miss it. I seriously doubted my mom had missed it and I guessed my dad would be sleeping on the couch tonight. I felt kind of bad about that. It wasn't his fault he was a boy.
Unfortunately, Georgie Wheelock was spending most of his free time looking at me, which made me feel distinctly uncomfortable. The man was a total pervert and I didn't know if he had a hard-on or not, as he was a little better at hiding himself than my Daddy was, but I suspected he did, the way Georgie kept his right hand in his pocket like he'd lost a favorite quarter or something. And if Wendy noticed what her husband was doing, unlike my mom, she didn't really seem to care one way or the other.
All told, this barbecue was going just about the way I'd expected it would, which was too bad. My mom had put a lot of hard work into making it a nice one.
"Your dad keeps looking at me," I said quietly to Chris.
"Sorry." He looked down with a sigh.
We were sitting a little ways off, under the big oak tree that dominated the yard behind our house. It was big and old, all scarred up and solid. I liked that tree a lot and the grass was soft underneath its broad canopy, not brittle like the rest of the lawn. It had been a long hot summer.
"It's not your fault," I shrugged. "My dad's checking out your mom anyway."
"Everybody checks out my mom." Chris laughed. "I think they just got married cause mom was pregnant with me."
"Really?" I frowned a little.
"Yeah, I was born like two months after their wedding."
"That's kinda…" I didn't know what it was.
"I know." Chris picked up an acorn, there were a lot of them, and gave it a little toss at nothing.
"So they've been married sixteen years though, that means something," I offered. "Right?"
"Just means they're lazy, probably." Chris laughed.
"Yeah, maybe," I nodded. I hadn't thought of it that way.
I picked up my own acorn and we just sat there a bit, talking about different stuff. What books we liked, and music, and that sort of thing. Personal stuff, but not deep, or really intimate. He was my boyfriend, but we still had a lot to learn about each other and it was pretty fun just doing that. At least we could ignore our parents for awhile and we smiled a lot then, and laughed too, and it was hard to keep from curling myself up close so that Chris could put his arm around me.
That would have been perfect.