"…but don't you think he's too young for that?" Mom asked and I held my breath waiting for his answer.

"He's going to be thirteen," Dad said. "That's old enough, believe me."

"I don't know," she sighed. "It's a lot of money and…"

"When I was Josh's age, I wanted one more than anything else in the world," he cut her off. "My parents couldn't afford it, but we can. It'll be good for him, you'll see."

"I hope so, John," she agreed reluctantly.

They were quiet for a few minutes, or perhaps talking too softly for me to hear through the wall in my closet. I could barely sit still anyway as I realized they were really going to get me a girl. I couldn't believe Dad had talked Mom into the idea and part of me felt afraid that they'd change their minds. Something would happen and I wouldn't get a girl at all. I'd have to settle for something else, something I didn't really want. I hated waiting.

"Are we going to tell him?" Mom asked. "I mean, let Josh pick the one he wants?"

"No," Dad said. "I want to surprise him. I'll take the afternoon off tomorrow and we can pick one out. Okay?"

"Hmph," she snorted. "Just make sure it's for Josh and not you."

"Me?" He laughed softly. "You don't have to worry, Trish. I've already got the one I want."

"Oh! Hey!" Mom giggled suddenly. I heard their bed squeaking and I knew what they were doing. I didn't need to listen anymore.

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"Hey! There he is!" Dad smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. "Happy birthday, champ!"

"Hi Dad." I smiled and rubbed my eyes.

"Happy birthday, Josh." Mom was right there to give me a hug and kiss my tousled brown hair.

"Thanks Mom," I said, hugging her back.

I looked around and everything looked pretty normal. My breakfast sat on the table waiting for me. Dad held the morning paper, opened to the sports page. Mom had been fixing her morning coffee and she sat down with it.

"What's the matter?" she wondered. "Sit down and eat your breakfast."

"Yeah," I said, but I didn't see my birthday present and it should have been there.

Every birthday since I could remember, my present had been waiting for me as soon as I'd woken up. I wanted to ask about it, but I wasn't sure if I'd like the answer or not. What if they'd changed their minds? What if it turned out that girls cost too much and Dad couldn't afford one? What if they got me something else, like a new bike sitting in the garage or something?

I felt my stomach churn nervously and tried to think positive. Maybe my present hadn't arrived yet. It wasn't like you could just go to the store and buy one, you know. They came by special delivery and the FedEx truck didn't come around at six in the morning, did it? Of course not. My present wouldn't get her until after lunch probably and that made me feel a little better.

"Well, what do you know," Dad said. "They finally put Pete Rose in the Hall of Fame."

"Who?" I asked, reaching for the milk.

"Old baseball player," he explained. "He died about a hundred years ago."

"That's a long time," I said as I poured milk on my Wheaties. "Was he any good?"

"Pretty good, I guess." My dad shrugged and then grinned at me. "Not as good as you though."

"Yeah right!" I grinned back at him.

"That reminds me," Mom said. "When you come home from practice, your uniform goes in the hamper, not on the floor."

"I know," I sighed.

"You're thirteen now," she said and I rolled my eyes.

"You're not gonna like say that all the time now…Are you?"

"I just might," Mom told me. "Eat your breakfast. You've got school in twenty minutes."

"Awww…" I made a face. "It's my birthday! Do I have to go to school?"

"I'm afraid so, buddy," Dad answered with a glance at his watch. "Just like I have to go to work."

"But you didn't make me go before," I reminded him. They'd always let me stay home on my birthdays.

"Welcome to the big leagues," he said with a smile, but I didn't get it.

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I could barely sit still in school and the clock seemed to be running backwards.

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"Mom! I'm ho...oh!" I blinked at the girl standing in the living room.

"Josh?" She smiled at me. "Happy birthday."

I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help it and she didn't seem to mind anyway. The girl looked about full grown, like seventeen or even eighteen maybe, with her long legs and large breasts. She wore clothes and everything, but just a short skirt and kind of a stretchy sweater. I could tell she had an awesome body and it went well with her beautiful face. The girls in the commercials were always gorgeous, but I thought this one looked even better. She had hair so blonde it might have been white and blue eyes and a nice smile.

She even had a red bow attached to a wide, red sash that she wore over her shoulder like a beauty queen.

"I'm Tiffany," she said, pursing her lips and tilting her head so that her hair fell across her eyes. "Do you want to unwrap me?"

"Y-Yeah," I said with a hard swallow. "I mean…Hi, uh…Tiffany."

"Hi!" She laughed lightly and I felt my cheeks redden. "You're cute, Josh. I think we're going to be friends."

"Me too," I agreed, turning clumsily as I remembered to close the door behind me. I almost tripped over my own feet.

"You don't have to be nervous." Tiffany pulled her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. It shimmered like silk, long and straight and very fine.

"I'm not," I said. "I'm just, um…Where's my mom anyway?"

"Trish is picking up your birthday cake."

"Oh."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm supposed to go to baseball practice," I said, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.

"I love baseball," Tiffany said with a smile. "What position do you play?"

"Really?" I smiled too. "Second base mostly, or else shortstop sometimes."

"Can I watch you practice?"

"You wanna watch us practice?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"I want to watch you practice." She nodded. "Why? Is that strange?"

"Kinda," I said. "Maybe. I never heard of a girl who likes baseball."

"I can come to the games though. Right?"

"Yeah. That's cool."

"Okay." Tiffany smiled again. "Do you want to eat something before you go? Trish made a sandwich for you."

"I guess so, but…" I gave her a lop-sided grin. "I might skip practice today."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Oh!" She giggled. "That's a good reason. Should we go in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, um…" I shrugged and when Tiffany turned around I got to see her butt, kind of. Or at least her skirt moving from side to side as I followed her.

I sat on a stool at the breakfast counter while she opened the refrigerator and found the plate Mom had left for me. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, some potato chips, and a couple chocolate chip cookies. She always wanted me to eat before I went to baseball practice, but I wasn't feeling very hungry as Tiffany stood on the other side of the counter and leaned on her elbows. She had her hands under her chin and sort of wiggled her hips as she bent over and watched me. Tiffany's eyes were ice blue.

"Do something," I told her, picking at my potato chips.

"Like what?"

"Like…I dunno." I shrugged.

"Roll over? Play dead?" Tiffany raised her eyebrows. "I'm not a dog, Josh. I don't do tricks."

"I know," I said with a frown. "I didn't mean it like that."

"What did you mean then?"

"Forget it," I sighed. "Sorry."

"It's okay. We have to get used to each other, that's all."

"Do you get mad and everything?"

"Angry? Mmmm...Not really."

"Oh." I nodded. "What's that mean?"

"I won't ever be angry with you," she told me. "That's what you're asking. Right?"

"Maybe," I said, but I wasn't exactly sure what we were talking about. "Do you want half my sandwich?"

"Okay."

We ate silently for a few minutes while I tried to think of something to say. I'd been so excited earlier, all week long in fact, but now that I had her…

"You're really beautiful," I said, watching Tiffany's tongue lick the corner of her mouth to get some grape jelly that had stuck there.

"Thank you!" She smiled happily. "I'm glad you like me."

"Me too. I mean, uh…" I laughed. "I like you a lot."

"Trish will be home soon."

"What?" I looked at the kitchen clock. "Yeah. Hey, uh…Tiffany?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you have like…sex and everything?"

"Ummmm…" She seemed to think about that for a second. "I don't understand."

"Can you have sex?" I asked, clearing my throat and feeling my whole body blushing.

"Of course!" she said with a smile. "I'm not that much different from any other girl."

"Okay."

"Do you want to have sex?" Tiffany asked. "With me?"

"Uh…Yeah," I replied. "I think so. Yeah."

"Right here? Right now?" She giggled and looked around the kitchen. "We might get caught."

"Can I just look at you first?"

"You are looking at me."

"No, um…Pull up your sweater," I told her and she removed the red ribbon and bow first, putting it on the counter.

"I'm not wearing a bra, you know." Tiffany pursed her lips and peeled her sweater upward, rolling it inside-out.

Her flat tummy appeared and she had a belly button and everything, a cute one too. Tiffany's waist looked tiny, especially as she lifted her arms and stretched her amazing body. She cocked her hips to the left and her shoulders to the right, forming a graceful S shape as the undersides of her breasts teased me. They were round and heavy, and I held my breath as Tiffany pulled her sweater higher to give me her nipples. The nubs were longer than I expected, fatter too, and I could see tiny goosebumps around them where the skin was dark.

"Do I look alright?" she asked, leaning on the breakfast bar again, now with her sweater rolled up above her naked tits.

She framed them with her forearms as she propped herself up on widespread elbows. Tiffany held her chin with both hands, smiling as I stared at her breasts. The way she bent over at the waist meant that they were hanging down slightly, more than just sitting on her chest, and her nipples pointed downward. They were long and pink and fat, and she just looked…ripe. I could almost imagine her tits full of milk and I didn't know why I liked that idea, but I did. I wanted to squeeze one and see if anything would squirt out.

"Josh?" She giggled softly as I looked up and found her eyes with mine. We had a brief staring contest and I lost.

"Sorry," I said, muttering the word under my breath.

"For what?" Tiffany asked, losing her smile. "I want you to like me. It's okay. You own me now, remember? I'm your birthday present."

"Josh, are you still here? Oh!" Mom had opened the kitchen door and she stared at Tiffany.

"Yeah!" I grabbed the edge of the counter as I lost my balance and almost fell off the stool.

"Let me help you, Trish." Tiffany didn't even fix her sweater as she hurried across the kitchen. She took a large box out of Mom's arms, my cake, and set it carefully on the table.

"Thank you," Mom said. "You can fix your sweater, Tiffany."

"Alright," she agreed with a smile, pulling it back down without a hint of embarrassment.

"I was just, um…looking," I said, avoiding Mom's eyes.

"How come you didn't go to practice?"

"I, uh…" I shrugged, glancing at Tiffany and she smiled at me. That wasn't much help.

"Never mind," Mom sighed. "We'll let your father deal with it. Go out to the car, there's a couple more bags out there. Tiffany, do you know how to cook?"

"Of course, Trish," she replied. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

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"Oh man! You got one?" Jimmy grinned at me and then stared at Tiffany.

"That's why you skipped practice, huh?" Dave asked, but he didn't need an answer. "She's awesome!"

"What's her name?" Marty wondered. "Does she do stuff?"

"She's not a dog," I told him and Tiffany giggled. "She's a girl. She does girl stuff."

"She's not a real girl," Candice said and shot her a dirty look.

"Shut-up," I told her. "I didn't even invite you."

"I'm Tiffany." She looked at my friends. "I'm happy to meet you."

"Does she do sex stuff?" Marty whispered loudly enough that everyone could hear him.

"You guys are sick," Candice decided, leaving my bedroom in a huff and I didn't try to stop her. She was fourteen and lived next door; my mom had invited all our neighbors.

"I think so," I told Marty. "I didn't really try anything yet."

"Your parents are so cool," Jimmy said. "My dad said I could have one when I turn sixteen or something."

"It sucks to be you!" Dave said with a laugh. "Ow!"

"At least I'm not you!" Jimmy had punched the other boy in the arm and they did that all the time.

"Tell her to take off her clothes," Marty suggested, but I shook my head.

"No way. I'll get in trouble."

"For what?" he asked me with a grin. "That's why you got her!"

"Shut-up," I said and Tiffany only sat on my bed and smiled at us.

"Josh! Come downstairs now," Mom called out. "We're going to cut the cake."

"Coming!" I shouted. "Come on, let's go back downstairs."

My friends were reluctant, having only gotten a two minute look at the best birthday present in the world, but they didn't argue.

"Jeeze! She's beautiful," Jimmy said.

"I bet she knows all kinds of sex stuff!" Marty told us.

"How much do you think she costs?" Dave wondered.

I started pulling the door closed, taking one last look at Tiffany. She sat in her skirt and sweater, with her knees together and hands in her lap. Back straight and smiling, looking entirely perfect.

"Do you want to have some cake?" I asked her.

"Trish told me to wait here," she replied.

"Yeah," I said. "I know, but it's my birthday. She won't get mad."

"I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You won't," I told her, hoping it was true. "You have to do whatever I say anyway…Right?"

"Hmmm…" Tiffany shrugged. "Within reason."

"Okay, so…" I grinned. "Come downstairs with me."

"Alright, Josh. I will."

I waited for her as she fixed one of the ankle straps on her shoes. I hadn't noticed before, but she even had perfect feet. Her toenails were pink like her fingernails.

"Thank you," Tiffany said softly, pausing at the door and kissing my cheek.

"Um…" I blinked at her and felt warm all over.

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"How do you like your present?" Dad asked me later as we sat in the den.

"She's great!" I told him with a huge smile. "This is the best birthday ever!"

"Good," he said with a nod. "Your mom thought you might want a younger one, but I think it's better this way."

"Yeah," I agreed without really understanding him.

"She's not a toy and I didn't want to give you something you'd outgrow in a year or two."

"Oh, yeah. She's, um…Perfect just like she is."

"Well, if you take care of her she'll last a good twenty or twenty-five years maybe," Dad said. "But I suppose you'll get bored with her long before that."

"What?"

"Just take care of Tiffany and when you want to trade her in or sell her…"

"I'm never gonna sell her, Dad!" I told him. "No way. I'm gonna keep her forever."

"Heh!" He chuckled and took a swallow of his scotch. I drank some of my Coke too.

I knew my dad pretty well by then. He owned his own company and made a lot of money, so he had a very practical attitude. I'd had Tiffany for less than a day and already he'd started thinking about her as numbers. How much she'd cost versus how much she'd be worth after a year or two or five. He liked to talk to me about stuff like that. Depreciation and Market Forces and Investment Capital. Words that didn't make any sense to me, especially as they might apply to Tiffany.

"Someday you'll be running my business," Dad liked to tell me. "You need to see the world in a different way."

"I just wanna play baseball," I'd tell him and he'd get a good chuckle out of that. Probably because he owned a baseball team.

That's not to say we were ridiculously rich. We weren't. The baseball team wasn't a big deal, just a minor league team in the Mariners farm system. Dad loved sports though and someday he wanted to get a real one. We didn't live in a mansion and we didn't have a lot of servants or maids or anything. Mom liked to take care of the cooking and some of the cleaning. We had a service that sent someone around for a few hours everyday, you know, just to dust and vacuum and all that. We had another service to take care of the swimming pool and someone else did the gardening.

We were pretty normal, except now we had Tiffany. Normal, average people didn't own girls, especially not thirteen-year-old boys like me. Girls like Tiffany belonged to men like my dad, but he'd promised she would be all mine. Mom would make sure of that!

"I don't think Mom likes her," I said slowly, watching Dad's face as he thought about that.

"Well, women can be a little funny about this whole business," he said. "They have a gene in their DNA, the Jealous Gene…Ever heard of that?"

"No!" I grinned at him.

"It's true," he said with a chuckle. "The scientists haven't been able to find it yet, but it's there and your mother's got it."

"Yeah right," I said. "What's it do?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," he told me. "It makes them jealous and so we have to give your mom a little time to get used to having Tiffany around."

"Does she have one too?" I asked. "That jealous thing?"

"Tiffany? I hope not!" Dad grinned. "If she does, it's underdeveloped and dormant and better stay that way or we'll be asking for a refund."

"Really?" Tiffany wasn't underdeveloped anywhere that I could tell.

"The last thing we need is a jealous sixteen year old running around," he said. "They're the worst. You'll find that out when you start dating."

"That would be bad, huh?" I grinned back at him, but mostly I wondered if she was really sixteen.

"Two jealous women under one roof?" He held up his drink. "We'd both be sleeping on the couch by the end of the week."

I laughed at that, but sometimes I didn't understand the things my dad said. He knew it too, but didn't try to explain anything either. I kinda liked that about him, like he trusted me enough to let me figure it out on my own…even if it took years.

"Anyway, she's yours now and I'm not going to tell you what you can or can't do with Tiffany."

"Okay."

"I'm sure you two will be able to work it out for yourselves," he said. "Your mother and I spent a long time going over the details and…"

"Details?" I asked. "Like what?"

"Her personality mostly," Dad replied with a shrug. "Your mom had some definite ideas, but I think you'll be happy and Tiffany's smart. The more she's with you, the more she'll learn."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Don't ask me how it all works, but that's what they said. She's the best one they sell, so…Be careful with her."

"I will."

"And, uh…Don't let Tiffany run around the house naked anymore. Okay?" Dad cocked an eyebrow.

"She wasn't naked, she was just…"

"Your mom thinks she was naked," he said. "It's that Jealous Gene; women see what they don't want to."

"Oh." I laughed, having no idea what that meant, but I believed him.

"And don't let her catch you two having sex," he said. "It's like, uh...masturbation, you know?"

"Um..." I felt my face redded.

"Just keep your door closed." He winked at me and looked up suddenly. "Hello Tiffany."

"Hello John," she said with a smile. "Am I interrupting anything?

"Hi!" I smiled at her and glanced at Dad.

"Not at all," he said. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh!" Tiffany giggled. "I was just going to take a shower before bed," she told us, fixing her brilliant eyes on mine. "Would you like to join me, Josh?"

"Uhhh…" I swallowed hard.

"Happy birthday, son." Dad chuckled and finished his drink. "Go ahead and have some fun with her...and don't do anything I wouldn't do, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed slowly, blushing beneath Tiffany's happy smile as she waited for me.

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"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, Josh," Tiffany replied over her shoulder as we went up the stairs.

"Are you really sixteen?"

"Um…" Her face took on a quizzical look that I'd begun to recognize. It meant I'd said something she didn't understand, or asked a question that Tiffany had to think about extra hard.

"I mean, I know you're not really sixteen, but…Are you supposed to be?"

"I'm supposed to look sixteen years old," she answered. "Is that what you're asking?"

"Yeah."

"Do I look sixteen?" Tiffany had paused and she sucked on her bottom lip as I looked up at her.

"You look incredible," I said truthfully. "I just…You look sixteen. Yeah."

"Good!" She smiled brightly and started climbing the stairs again. "It would be kind of difficult to change me now. I'll be like this forever."

"I don't want you to change at all," I told her, watching her skirt swishing from side to side.

"You're so sweet!" Tiffany giggled and turned around at the top of the stairs, taking my hands in hers as she walked backwards down the hall.

"Careful," I warned her, just because she had high heels on and that couldn't be easy.

"I'm not worried," she said. "If I fall, you'll catch me."

"Uh…I'll try," I said with a nervous laugh. Tiffany probably weighed more than I did, being three years older and about five or six inches taller than me.

She stopped suddenly and I walked right into her arms as she let go of my hands. My face went into her sweater before I could stop myself, between her firm breasts, and my arms went instinctively around her waist. She kissed my hair and lowered her mouth to my ear.

"See?" Tiffany whispered. "You caught me, Josh."

"Yeah," I breathed into her sweater, feeling the awesome pressure of her breasts against my cheeks. I felt her tummy against my chest and my hips against her thighs. My dick grew hard the way it does sometimes for no reason at all, but this time I had a great reason.

"So…" she tickled my ear with her lips as she spoke. "What are you going to do with me?"

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I sat on my bed, holding Tiffany's hips while she stood between my knees and pulled her sweater upward. My eyes were level with her tummy and I had to lift my chin to see her looking down at me. Her tits were loose and hid her smile, but I knew it was there. Her pink nipples were long and puffy and they seemed to shrink and swell with every breath she took. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Tiffany and I hadn't even seen all of her yet.

"Unzip my skirt," she said, tossing her sweater carelessly to the floor. "There's a little snap."

"Okay," I breathed.

I found the snap and a delicate zipper, but my fingers felt like clubs and it took me half a minute to get Tiffany's skirt undone. It seemed to fall apart in my fingers, sliding down her legs and leaving the girl standing in only a pair of plain white panties and her shoes. She held my shoulders, giggling as she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away. Her panties looked like a nylon bikini, very flimsy and tied with small knots on her hips. I couldn't see any part of her sex, but her thighs were soft and creamy. She even had beautiful knees.

"Just untie them," Tiffany told me. "Unwrap me, birthday boy."

She giggled and I laughed nervously, finding the strings with both hands. All I had to do was give them a tiny tug and her panties would fall down all by themselves. I didn't do it right away. I wanted to live in that moment forever. The anticipation felt wonderful, like a living thing wrapped around my gut and squeezing me. Nothing could stop me. Just a little pull and…

Tiffany's bikini fell in the back and in the front a second later as I let the strings go. The crotch seemed to cling to her sex, but then the nylon slipped between her thighs and formed a puddle around her feet. I found myself gazing upon her naked pussy for the first time and I nearly forgot to breathe. She had curling blonde pubic hair at the top of a thin, pink slit that disappeared with the curvature of her vulva. She had a soft pubic mound and tiny dimples where it met her thighs.

"Do you want to kiss me there?" Tiffany asked and I felt her hands sliding from my shoulders up the back of my neck, pulling my face towards her.

I'd never imagined kissing a girl's pussy before and maybe I wouldn't have if she hadn't been urging me to do it. I couldn't refuse her. I didn't even close my eyes when I felt her curly hair tickling my lips. I kissed Tiffany's mound and then the top of her pussy itself, where her clitoris must have been hiding beneath a wrinkle of pink skin. She sighed and played with my hair, scratching at my scalp as I kissed her over and over. I didn't use my tongue or anything; I had no idea what to do, so I just kissed her.

"Lower," she whispered, spreading her legs a bit wider and tilting her hips as I looked up.

Tiffany pulled me so that she could press her pussy down against my mouth and then I did use my tongue. I felt nervous and I had no idea what she might taste like. I suppose I worried that she'd taste like pee or something. I could smell her already, but Tiffany smelled more like soap and baby powder than anything else. That changed as my tentative tongue touched her slit and even split her labia slightly. They were clinging together and seemed dry on the outside, but inside I found her moist and very warm.

She rocked her hips, bending her knees and rubbing her pussy over my open mouth. Once I figured out she didn't taste bad at all, I grew more eager and I started taking longer licks from the bottom of her pussy towards the top. I tried to push my tongue inside her finally, while I held her firm, round butt in my hands. I stiffened my tongue and pushed, but I couldn't get it past her pussy lips. Something was in the way and it turned out to be her virginity.

I didn't really know much about girls and sex, but I'd heard about virgins and how girls have a cherry. I always thought it would be deep inside them, you know? But Tiffany's was right there in the front and it looked more whitish than red, like coral colored, and actually it didn't look like much at all. I licked it though. I kissed her cherry with my lips even, pushing them out and giving my head a tiny shake that made her giggle. I suppose I looked kind of funny doing that, but we both liked it.

Only when I wanted to touch her with my finger did Tiffany stop me.

"Careful," she whispered, drawing a deep breath as I stroked her slit gently. "You have to break it with your cock."

"My what?" I blinked at her and as stupid as it sounds, I hadn't even dared think I could actually fuck her. I couldn't even believe I'd been kissing her down there.

"Do you want me to call it a penis?" she asked with a smile, but sounding serious.

"Um…Cock is okay," I said and then I laughed just because I felt so completely nervous.

"Good," she agreed. "You have to put your cock in my pussy."

"I do?"

"If you want to break my hymen," Tiffany said with a smile. "I don't want to lose my virginity to your fingers. Okay?"

"Are you sure?" I licked my lips, tasting her oily juices. The more I'd licked her, the wetter she'd gotten. It tasted stronger too, kind of like a weird metallic taste, but different and I sort of liked it.

"Kiss me some more," she whispered. "And then I'll undress you."

"Okay," I agreed, helpless to do anything else.

"I want to cum," she sighed, lifting her left foot and putting it on my bed, shoe and all. "See if you can make me cum, Josh."

That really opened her pussy up for me, having her thighs spread wide with one leg up high. Even though I couldn't get my tongue inside her, I quickly figured out that Tiffany liked having her pussy sucked. I could pinch her labia between my lips and suck on them, even wash them with my tongue as they'd grown longer and a bit fatter. It kind of drove her a little crazy and a couple times I could barely breath as she held my mouth against her vulva and started grinding herself down. My nose was flattened against her soft mound and tickled by her pubic hair. More and more of Tiffany's juices spilled out of her, some in my mouth and a lot down my chin and cheeks, down my neck.

I held onto her butt mostly and Tiffany didn't stop me at all. I couldn't believe how soft and hard she could feel at the same time. She'd clench her butt cheeks and it felt like they were made out of warm marble. Like I'd grabbed a statue's butt instead of a real live girl, but her skin felt like satin. Tiffany's ass was just a little too big for my hands too, but when I got older I knew she'd be the perfect size. I even moved my fingers closer together, until I could slide my finger between her cheeks when she relaxed and when I felt the tender pucker of her butthole I thought for sure she'd stop me.

"Yessss…" Tiffany hissed, rubbing her pussy on my mouth and pushing against my finger. "Touch me there too."

She liked it! And I rubbed my finger around her sphincter while my mouth finally found the best spot. I kissed the top of her slit and felt something small and hard sticking out and I started sucking on it. I'd found Tiffany's clit kind of by accident, but when she shivered and gasped, grabbing my hair in her fists and making my scalp burn, I knew I was doing something right. She started fucking my mouth, that's the only word for it. Her hips were moving back and forth, her butt squeezed my hand, and she gasped loudly as she tried to close her legs. Her left thigh slapped my head all of a sudden and I thought she'd fall down, but mostly I found myself swallowing a small flood of strong, bitter-sweet girl cum.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Oh! Huh! Uh!" Tiffany made a lot of noise when she came, like high pitched gasps and she refused to let me go. I'm not even sure she remembered I was there!

My tongue felt tired and my face was hot and wet, sticky with sweat and spit and girl juice. My whole body felt damp, actually, but I felt almost as happy as if I'd cum myself. I'd made Tiffany feel good. I'd made her happy and until right then I hadn't even known girls could cum. That's how inexperienced I was at thirteen, which is probably normal. I knew about the birds and the bees and how babies were made and all that, but all the details were mysteries and rumors. Tiffany gave me my first real education in sex and we'd started with her and what makes a girl feel good. I didn't think she was being selfish or anything, I just thought I was seriously lucky.

"That felt so good," Tiffany said, gushing the words into my mouth as she kissed me. "Thank you, Josh. Thank you."

"Mmmph…" I didn't think she'd like kissing me when she tasted her own pussy on my tongue, but she didn't stop.

Here eyes were big and blue, shining like she wanted to cry. I mean, they were wet and she kissed me over and over, covering my mouth with hers, licking inside my mouth for a second and then pulling back to thank me again. It seemed kind of crazy and for a second I wondered if I'd broken her somehow. That would be totally bad if I broke Tiffany the first day I had her. My parents would freak out! I was freaking out.

"Stop…Stop for a second…" I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" She grinned at me. "I've never had an orgasm before."

"Oh." I smiled back at her, feeling kind of stupid all of a sudden.

"I knew we could do it," she said. "Did I scare you?"

"Kinda," I admitted. "I thought I broke you or something."

"Josh!" Tiffany giggled and stuck her tongue out at me. "You can't break me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Let me make you cum now," she said, getting on her knees in front of me. "I want you to feel good too."

"I feel great," I told her, but I didn't stop Tiffany from unbuttoning my shirt either.

She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and kissed my chest. She licked my nipples too and I didn't think that would feel good, but it did. She kissed my stomach and even bit me a little, teasing me with her teeth as she peeled off my socks and then started undoing my belt and opening my pants. Tiffany's tongue swirled around inside my belly button and every part of me she kissed started to tingle. I had goosebumps and I couldn't take my eyes off her naked body. I watched her butt move and her tits swaying heavily as she'd turn her shoulders.

I had to lift myself as she yanked my pants off, pulling them down my thighs and off my feet one at a time. My dick had been hard for an hour probably and my underwear had a big wet spot in the front, beneath the little tent I made. That embarrassed me, but Tiffany looked so completely happy it didn't matter. She even kissed my underwear, putting her lips against the damp cotton and feeling my erection straining against it. That almost made me cum!

"Wait!" I gasped, jerking my hips and trying to get away.

"What's wrong?" she asked, narrowing her eyes with worry.

"I'm just, um…I'm really sensitive, uh…" I cleared my throat. "Down there."

"Oh!" Tiffany made an eek! face and giggled. "I'll be careful, I promise."

"Yeah," I breathed, thinking that would be a good idea.

I'd cum like three times before in my whole life and two of those had been while I was asleep. The other time I'd just kept pushing and rubbing my dick until my stuff exploded out of me and that had felt almost painful. Some of the guys on my baseball team had been talking about jerking off and they said it felt good, but I'd never tried it again after the first time. It had been sort of scary and now I felt that same way again. Just a little bit of rubbing would make me cum, maybe not even that much, and I really didn't want to shoot my stuff inside my underwear with Tiffany watching!

When she started taking my underwear off, I couldn't watch. I held my breath and looked up at the ceiling, praying she wouldn't laugh or anything. I wasn't really worried about if I had a big dick or a small one, nothing like that, it's just that nobody had ever seen my dick at all. At least not since I'd been a little kid, and that had been my parents and they didn't count. Tiffany definitely counted though and I just hoped she wouldn't stop liking me because I had a funny looking dick or something. I kinda wished we'd turned out the lights, except I couldn't have seen her then.

"Hmmmm…I like your cock," Tiffany whispered and I had to look at her.

"You do?" I watched as she pulled my underwear off my feet and I was completely naked.

"Yeah," she said, smiling into my eyes. "It's sexy."

"It is?" I smiled back and blushed and felt a great wave of relief roll through me.

"Cute too, like the rest of you," she decided, sliding her hands along my thighs and leaning closer.

Tiffany pursed her lips, but didn't kiss it. She blew warm air across my stiff penis and it twitched all by itself, jerking as a drop of clear precum appeared at the tip. My dick wasn't really big or anything, not like a full grown man's would be, but Tiffany didn't seem to mind and she acted like she'd never seen one before in her life. I guess she probably hadn't, since I'd gotten her brand new, but she didn't act very nervous either. She looked at it for a minute or so, while I could barely breathe, and even touched it with her fingers. I shifted on the bed when she did that, feeling the muscles getting tight and anxious to let my semen go.

"Just think about baseball," Tiffany told me and before I could ask why, she took the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth.

"Ohhhh…" I blinked at her, leaning back on stiff arms and trying to think about anything except how good that felt.

She slid her lips down the shaft and I felt her tongue exploring my cock. It fluttered around the glans and underneath and that wasn't so much ticklish as it was intense. She must have had a lot of spit too because it felt like my cock was taking a bath in her mouth. The softest, wettest feeling imaginable and Tiffany didn't stop. She pushed her lips all the way down to the bottom, until they were wrapped tightly around the base of my dick. Her hand found my balls and started playing with them, rolling my sperm filled testes around with her fingers. She even pulled my sack a little, giving my scrotum small tugs that seemed to pull on my dick too.

About ten seconds later I started cumming. I couldn't warn her, even if I'd wanted to. It just happened all of a sudden. One second I thought I could hold it, the next I felt the pressure of all my cum trying to shoot out at once. It felt like my dick was too small for all of it and I gasped and held my breath, arching my back as my hands found her head. I didn't mean to do it, but I didn't dare let her stop. I had to keep her mouth on my dick as my semen filled her to overflowing. I heard her swallowing as much as I felt it, loud muffled gulping noises as Tiffany tried to keep up. Even so, I could see some of the milky stuff leaking from her lips. Her cheeks bulged outward and her face turned pink. I had to let her go and she lifted her mouth with a gasp.

"That's a lot!" she panted, licking around her mouth with a cummy tongue. "I didn't think there'd be that much."

"Sorry," I breathed, smiling sheepishly and making her giggle.

"I don't mind," she told me. "You taste good."

She held my cock in her hand, pumping me up and down as my orgasm began to slow. A lot of cum had spilled over her fingers and down my dick. As if to prove how much she liked the flavor, Tiffany used her tongue to lick the semen off my cock first, then her hand, and finally the soft skin around the shaft. I didn't have any pubic hair yet. She must have really liked it too, because she swallowed every drop she could find. She even sucked my cock again and it hadn't gotten soft at all. I was still as hard as I'd been before, but at least now I wasn't going to cum right away just from being touched or even kissed.

"Do you want to break my cherry now?" Tiffany asked and it didn't seem like she'd take no for an answer.

"Yeah," I agreed as she pushed me backwards onto the bed.

"Take off my shoes for me," she said after I'd propped myself up on my pillows.

"Alright." I smiled at her as she turned around, sitting with her knees up and I could see her pink pussy glistening between her thighs.

She straightened her right leg and held her foot over my chest so I could undo the tiny buckle and loosen the strap. When I had her shoe off I kissed her toes. I'm not sure why, except I wanted to do it and Tiffany offered me a happy sigh and a warm smile in return. I did the same thing with her left foot, removing the shoe and kissing her just above her small, pink toes. She pushed her big toe between my lips though and I opened for it.

Tiffany giggled as I sucked her toes and licked between them. I guess they might have been a little dirty, but I didn't think so. I sort of loved her feet and I held her foot with both hands, feeling the soft arch under my thumbs as I massaged it. I sucked all five of her toes one by one, watching her smile back at me. Tiffany gave me her right foot again and I did the same thing, washing her toes and even nibbling them gently. That made her giggle and she pushed her foot against my mouth, forcing me to open as wide as possible. I didn't think I could do it, but she had small feet anyway and I had all five of her toes in my mouth at once!

"You're so sweet," Tiffany sighed. "Oh, Josh…Hmmm…Do you like it?"

"Umph-hmph!" I agreed, wriggling my tongue and wondering why sucking her foot made my dick so hard it hurt.

"Me too," she said, reaching down to slide her fingers along her wet slit. "You make me so wet."

"Mwah!" I gasped as she pulled her foot from my mouth.

"I want you inside me," Tiffany breathed. "Right now. I want to cum again."

She barely gave me time to catch my breath, but fresh air is overrated anyway when the hottest girl in the world is straddling your cock. Tiffany put her knees on either side of my hips and my hands went for her slender waist, holding her as she reached beneath her vulnerable sex. I didn't have to do anything but lay there, staring at her magnificent tits and beautiful face, looking into her eyes as Tiffany held my cock in her fist and rubbed the head along her slit.

"Uhmmm…" she sighed softly, nodding her head and sucking her lips with a look of nervous concentration.

"You're so beautiful," I told her, just in case she didn't know that. "I love you."

I couldn't believe I'd just said that, but I had and maybe Tiffany heard it, maybe not. I'd whispered the words at the exact moment she'd pushed herself down, splitting her impossibly soft pussy lips with my cock and tearing her hymen. I could feel it, just the split second of pressure when Tiffany's virgin pussy tried to stop me, but with a sharp gasp my penis broke her cherry forever. She felt amazingly tight, but so wet inside that it didn't hurt at all. It felt really great, actually, like her hand had felt...Only a hundred times better!

"Ow! Um…Uhhh…" Tiffany winced and her eyes got big for a second, as if something had surprised her.

"Does it hurt?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No…I just have to…Ohhh…" She closed her eyes, blowing the air out of her lungs as my cock disappeared between her thighs.

The sensation felt so good that I couldn't just lay there. I had to push myself against it and I lifted my butt off the bed as much as I could, pulling down on Tiffany's hips at the same time. I felt her pussy touching my skin, her pubic hair damp and ticklish. My cock was inside her, all of it, and I relaxed as she fell on top of me. Her tits flattened against my chest and her mouth found mine. She kissed me while we had sex, both of us moving awkwardly, trying to find some kind of rhythm, but we'd never done it before.

I bent my knees to find more leverage, wanting to drive my cock inside her as hard and fast as possible. Tiffany liked to roll her butt around, kind of grinding her pussy on my dick more than moving up and down. I didn't care. Neither of us thought about what we were doing. We just fucked like virgins do, quick and selfish and desperate to cum. Tiffany's tongue filled my mouth and I could feel her nipples rubbing my chest. I had my arms around her back and our skin stuck together wherever we happened to touch.

"Umphhh…" she whimpered, shivering suddenly and bouncing her butt up and down.

She was cumming and I could feel her pussy sucking on my cock, the soft insides contracting with hungry spasms. I came about three seconds later, not trying to hold back at all as my balls seemed to jump into my gut. My cock throbbed like a finger might after getting hit with a hammer. It felt too big for my skin and my cum couldn't get out fast enough. The pain was wonderful and I thought it would never stop. I didn't want it to as we stopped moving, stopped kissing and just breathed. Tiffany's panting mouth was right next to my ear with her chin on my shoulder. Her fingers were in my hair, playing lazily while I hugged her tightly with my cock still inside her.

"Oh!" I smiled and even laughed weakly, feeling drunk and ready to burst inside. I felt lighter than air. "That was crazy," I whispered. "God!"

"I know," Tiffany sighed. "I feel good now."

"Me too!" I agreed, closing my eyes and feeling tired and wide awake all at once. I didn't want to move.

"Sleep now," she told me. "Like this. Inside me, Josh. Close your eyes."

"They are closed," I whispered and she started singing, but I didn't know the song and it didn't matter. Tiffany was singing to me.

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I woke up alone in my bed and that confused me for a second. I felt like I'd just closed my eyes a moment before. I didn't remember sleeping at all, but the sun shone through the windows and it had to be morning.

"Hey sleepyhead," Tiffany said, smiling at me from the chair at my desk.

She looked damp from a shower, but she'd dressed already as well. She wore a pair of pink shorts and a baby blue t-shirt and was pulling a big orange comb through her hair. I realized I was completely naked, without even a sheet to cover me, and I had an erection because I really needed to use the bathroom. I felt embarrassed and remembered everything from the night before. Did she still like me? It sounds silly, but I worried about it for a few seconds. Like maybe Tiffany remembered everything too and decided she shouldn't have had sex with me or something.

"Last night was nice," she said and I wondered if she could read my mind. "I dreamt about you...About us."

"You did?" I smiled and pulled up the sheet, covering myself. "I remember you were singing."

"I was happy," Tiffany said with a playful roll of her eyes. "I wondered how it would make me feel."

"Oh."

"Now I know." She put her comb down and stood up. "I felt like a real girl."

"Okay," I said. "I, um…You made me feel like a boy."

"Good!" Tiffany giggled and held out her hands. "Come on. You need to get ready for school."

"Hmmm…" I made a face at that. "Are you going to school?"

"Me? No." She pulled me out of bed as I gave her my left hand. "They don't let birthday presents go to school."

"Heh!" I grinned at her little joke, but I wished it wasn't true.

"Besides," she shrugged, "there's nothing school could teach me that I don't already know."

"Really?" I found some clean underwear in my dresser and she'd already gotten my bathrobe for me.

"I think so," she said, helping me into it.

"What's the capital of Peru?"

"Lima."

"What's the square root of 676?" I asked as she followed me out of my bedroom.

"Twenty-six."

"Is it?"

"Uh-huh," she said with a giggle. "676 squared is 456,976 and the square of that is…"

"I believe you!" I said. "Are you any good at geometry?"

"Pretty good," Tiffany replied. "I can help you with it."

"Can you do my homework for me?" I asked her, walking into the bathroom. "I sorta forgot to do it."

"Do it for you?" She took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm not allowed to do that."

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"Why not?" I asked fifteen minutes later. "That's not fair!"

"Because it's your homework, not hers," Mom said. "Tiffany can tutor you, but she can't give you any answers."

"But…"

"Your mom's right, buddy." Dad flipped his newspaper open to the sports page. "What will you do when you have to take a test? She won't be able to take it for you."

"I know," I sighed, smashing my spoon into my cereal. I'd had visions of getting straight A's for the rest of my life. Tiffany knew all the answers to everything!

But Mom had made sure she wouldn't give them to me when they'd bought her. That sucked so bad.

"So basically, I got a talking calculator now?" I said and then I caught the look on Tiffany's face. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. Tiffany…"

"I'll go upstairs and make the beds," she decided, looking at my mom and ignoring me.

"Okay," Mom agreed. "Change all the sheets and pillowcases. We'll wash them today."

Dad glanced at me, but he didn't have to say anything. I felt like a big enough jerk already. Being a guy, he could probably sympathize, but since my mom's a girl, she took Tiffany's side.

"That wasn't a nice thing to say, Josh."

"I know," I said, looking down. "I didn't mean it."

"She's still learning," Mom continued. "Everything you say is important to her…"

"I know. I get it! I'm sorry, okay?"

"Maybe he's not old enough for this," she said and I looked up to her and Dad sharing a look.

"We've talked about this," he said slowly.

"He's only thirteen." Mom frowned. "It isn't like owning a dog. She's got…I don't know…feelings."

"I'm old enough!" I protested. "You can't take her away!"

"Nobody's taking her away," Dad told me, waving his hand to shush me.

"I love her! I didn't mean to hurt her."

"Excuse me?" Mom blinked at me.

"What?" I swallowed hard.

"It's alright, Trish." Dad tried waving at her too. "He didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"No!" She stared at me. "What did you just say?"

"I love her?" I said softly, making it sound like a question.

"You can't love Tiffany," Mom said and then turned on Dad. "See? This was all a mistake. He's not old enough."

"Why not?" I wondered, ignoring the most obvious reason.

"He's confusing sex with love," she said with a frown. "I never liked this idea."

"What?" I blinked at her. "You know we had sex?"

Mom rolled her eyes at me.

"Just give it some time," Dad said. "It's been a day, not even that. Everything's going to be fine."

"We've only got 72 hours, remember?"

"For what?" I asked. "Seventy-two hours for what?"

"We're not going to take her back," Dad sighed. "It was a figure of speech. Josh doesn't love her."

"What do you mean?" I looked between my parents. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing," Mom said. "Finish your breakfast."

"But…"

She gave me a look and I closed my mouth. This was one of those discussions they liked to have in private, but I'd been sitting there and Mom wasn't too happy about any of it. I couldn't figure out if she hated Tiffany or liked her. Dad wanted to let me keep her though, so…I didn't know what was gonna happen. I never should have said anything about anything, especially the part about loving Tiffany. That had just sorta slipped out by accident.

And Tiffany was mad at me! God, this sucked so bad.

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"Ready for school?" Mom asked and I glanced at the open door.

"Is Tiffany still upstairs?"

"Don't worry about her. Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah," I sighed, slipping my hands into the gloves and wiggling my fingers. The tingling usually made me smile, but not today.

"Have fun in school," she said, kissing my cheek. "I'll see you in a couple hours."

"Bye, Mom."

The chair seemed to squeeze me, but in a good way as the hood came down over my eyes. A second of darkness and I blinked, just because I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or not. Then a flash and another one, the computer booting up, synching with other computers, and then the familiar Microsoft Windows Logo. Please wait…Welcome to Virtual Classroom.

I knew I wasn't really there, but I couldn't prove it. I felt the wind on my face and heard the rustling of leaves in the trees. The sky looked grey, like it might rain later. I heard the other kids talking as the walked up the steps to Pierce-Bowman Prep, a private school for wanna-be rich kids in upstate New York. I liked it okay, except I never got to hang out with my friends from school, you know, so we weren't really friends.

"Hey Josh." Peter caught up with me. He lived in Dallas, or Houston maybe, I could never remember.

"Hey," I said. "Did you do the homework for math? Let me copy it."

"It's probably wrong," he told me, digging into his book bag. "I copied off Robbie."

"I don't care. Thanks."

"Do it quick," Peter said, looking around the hallway, but the teachers would all be in their classrooms already. 

"Josh! Happy birthday," Brad said. "What did you get?"

"A girl," I told him without looking up, but I knew they'd be impressed. That's why I pretended like it wasn't a big deal.

"Really?" Peter asked. "What kind?"

"I don't know," I replied, copying as fast as I could. "She's like the one on the commercials."

"That black chick?" Brad made a happy sound in his throat. "She's hot!"

"No, the other one," I told him. "The blonde one…"

"With the big tits?" Peter laughed. "She's hot too!"

"Except mine looks different."

"Different?"

"Better," I said, looking up to see my two friends grinning at me. "She's awesome."

"Man! I wish I had one," Peter sighed. "You're lucky."

"Yeah," I agreed, giving him back his homework.

"Did you fuck her yet?" Brad wondered. "You did, huh? Oh man!"

"Shut-up," I told him. "I just got her yesterday."

"Yeah, but that's what they do," he said. "Like sex machines."

"She's not a sex machine."

"He likes her!" Peter said with a laugh. "What's her name?"

"Tiffany"

"Yeah? I've heard of her."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at Brad. "You liar."

"No! There's some other guy…What's his name…He's got a Tiffany too."

"Yeah, that Jerry guy." Peter nodded. "Gerald, he's got one."

"They all got different names," I said. "And even if they don't, it doesn't mean they're the same."

"He said all she wants to do is fuck," Brad said. "Like as soon as he turned her on, she was sucking his dick."

"I wish a girl would suck my dick," Peter sighed. "Does yours do that?"

"They all do that!" Brad told him. "It's all they do!"

"It is not," I said as the bell started ringing. "You guys don't know anything."

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"My dad's got one," Mike told me in the library. "Her name's Christina."

"Yeah?" I nodded. "That's cool."

"My step-mom got her for him last year."

"Huh."

"For their anniversary, you know?" Mike shrugged. "Anyway, she's pretty cool."

"What does she do?" Nick wondered.

"Mostly she just hangs out by the pool and works on her tan."

"That's it?"

"Naked!" Mike grinned at us. "She's so awesome! I got like a constant boner."

"That sucks!" I laughed.

"Tell me about it," he said with a nod. "But it's cool too because she jerks me off sometimes."

"No way!" Nick made a face. "You screwed her?"

"I didn't say that," Mike said. "She won't let anybody fuck her except my dad, but if I ask her for a massage…"

"A massage?"

"…she'll jerk me off on her tits," he continued. "It's totally awesome."

"Your dad doesn't get mad?" I asked.

"Nah. He doesn't care as long as she doesn't do anything else."

"That's pretty wicked," Nick decided.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "I even spunked on Christina's face before, you know, sorta accidentally."

"What did she do?"

"Nothing," he said with a grin. "She just laughed and wiped it off."

"So, um…She just does sex stuff all the time, huh?" I asked and Mike shrugged.

"Mostly. I dunno," he said, giving me a funny look. "What else would she do?"

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"Where's Tiffany?" I asked when I got home for lunch.

"I sent her on some errands," Mom replied. "I made your favorite, chicken noodle."

"Oh." I sat down at the table. I had half an hour before I had to go back to school for the afternoon classes.

"There's some leftover birthday cake for dessert," she told me, setting a glass of milk down.

"Hey, I've got a field trip next week," I said. "We're going to some museum in Paris."

"The Louvre?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "That one."

"Sounds like fun," she said with a smile. "Eat your soup. Do you want some crackers?"

"They said we can bring somebody along if we want."

"Oh." Mom smiled.

"I was wondering if I can bring Tiffany."

Mom stopped smiling.

"Please? It's just a field trip."

"I don't know, Josh." She pinched her lips together. "I'm not sure you should bring her to school."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well, she's not really a person for one thing. She's more like…"

"A sex machine?"

"What?"

"That's what the guys at school said," I told her with a frown. "Is that all she's supposed to do?"

"Josh…" Mom blinked and gave me a confused smile. "No. That's not why we bought her for you at all."

"Then why?"

"Um…"

"I mean, if she can't do my homework and she can't go anyplace with me…" I shrugged. "What's she supposed to do?"

"There are other things she can do," Mom said. "And I don't mean sex! I mean, she can help around the house and keep you company. She's like a friend. A companion."

"You said she's not a dog this morning."

"Josh!"

"I don't get it," I sighed. "You didn't even want her at my birthday party."

"That's not true," she protested. "I just wanted you to spend time with your friends and enjoy yourself."

"You didn't have to send her upstairs."

"You're right. I'm sorry I did that, but I didn't complain when you brought her downstairs, did I?"

"No," I admitted.

"We're all getting used to having Tiffany around," she said. "Even me. Alright?"

"I guess so," I said. "But can't I bring her on the field trip? Please? What's wrong with that?"

"I'll think about it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really." She rolled her eyes. "Now eat. You've got to go back to school in fifteen minutes."

"Thanks, Mom!" I leaned over and hugged her and she kissed my hair.

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"Where's Tiffany?" I asked, getting a sigh from my mom.

"Are you going to baseball practice?"

"Yeah."

"Then you'd better get changed."

"But where's Tiffany?"

"Josh!"

"I'm gonna change! Okay! I just wanna know where…"

"She went for a walk."

"A walk?" I frowned. "What's that mean?"

"Outside?" Mom smiled at me. "One foot in front of the other? She went for a walk."

"Oh." I turned around and headed for the stairs. "You don't gotta be sarcastic."

Why the heck would she go for a walk? Tiffany had to know what time I got home from school. How come she wasn't waiting for me? Probably because she was still mad at me. I wanted to puke.

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"Josh! Get in front of the ball!" Coach Wilder yelled as another grounder went rolling into right field. "Get your glove down there!"

Usually I enjoyed fielding practice. Jimmy's dad would hit grounders to us and I played second base. He'd say stuff like, "Bases loaded, one out…" Crack!

I dove to my left, snagged the ball in my glove and got it out clean to Marty as he covered second. He rifled the ball over to first and it was a good double play, probably. I could have gone home with it, but we wouldn't have gotten out of the inning. It's easy to muff a double play though, even an easy one. That's why baseball's so much fun though and I'd done okay that time. Coach gave me a nod, but then…

"Check out that hot chick over there," Marty said as I dusted myself off.

"Second and third, no outs!" Crack!

"Huh?" I saw Tiffany leaning against the cyclone fence behind the third base line and she waved at me. "OOF!" and the ball took a bad hop off the dirt and right into my gut.

"Are you okay, Josh?" Coach Wilder asked, looking down at me. "Go get some water, Marty."

"Yeah," I gasped and tried to sit up, but I couldn't.

"Just lie there a minute," he said. "You got the wind knocked out of you."

"Lucky it didn't hit you a few inches lower," Jimmy's dad said with a chuckle and everybody had a laugh at that.

I had a drink of water and got back on my feet. I felt okay, except I had a bruise already starting a few inches above my belly button. My ego had taken a bruise too and I gave Tiffany a quick glance. She must have thought I really sucked at baseball.

"Go sit down for a few," Coach told me. "We'll see how you feel when start batting practice."

"Okay," I agreed and at first I headed for the dugout on the first base side. That's the one for the home team and where we kept our stuff during practice and sat during games. But then I changed my mind, just because I had to talk to Tiffany.

"Hi," I said, watching her face closely. I felt kind of pumped all of a sudden, like fight or flight time, you know?

"Hi Josh!" She smiled at me, biting her bottom lip and pulling some of that platinum hair out of her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I shrugged. "Yeah. It just knocked the wind out of me."

"You should use your glove next time," Tiffany said and then giggled as I made a face at her.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here." I leaned against the fence, looking through the big diamonds it made.

"I told you I like baseball," she said. "I like watching you practice."

"I'm sorry about what I said this morning."

"You didn't mean it."

"Still, it was pretty stupid," I said. "Are you still mad at me."

"I can't get mad at you, Josh." Tiffany smiled. "I belong to you."

"Then why did you leave?"

"I thought it would be easier for you to talk with your parents if I wasn't there."

"Oh."

"You were right; I am a talking calculator."

"No, you're not!" I laughed.

"There are a lot of things I can do," Tiffany said. "I can help you with school, play games, talk, cheer you up…"

"Have sex?"

"Have sex with you," she agreed with a smile. "I know what I am, Josh. I'm a toy or a tool or whatever you need me to be. It's okay."

"But…"

"But there's things I can't do," she told me. "I can't get angry with you. I can't hurt you or hate you or blame you if you don't like me."

"I like you a lot, Tiffany."

"And I can't love you, Josh." She took a deep breath. "I heard what you said last night and I can't lie to you either."

"How come you can't love me?" I asked, feeling my stomach twisting in a big knot.

"Because there's nothing in here," Tiffany whispered, pressing both hands against her chest.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Then how come you're crying?"

"I don't know." She blinked rapidly and frowned. "I think…"

She touched her cheek and looked at the wetness on her finger.

"Tiffany?"

"…I'm broken," she said, widening her ice blue eyes in surprise. "I'm sorry."

"What? Tiffany? Are you okay? Tiffany?"

But she just stood there like a statue, not moving at all.

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"Don't worry," Dad said over dinner. "We can get you a different one."

"I don't want a different one," I muttered, rolling peas around my plate with my fork. "I want Tiffany back."

"We know that, Josh." Mom rubbed my shoulder. "But they might not be able to fix her."

"The guy said it happens sometimes." Dad shrugged. "Nobody knows why."

"I know why," I said. "She was trying to say she loved me."

"She can't love you," he said gently. "They're just not built that way."

"You'll understand someday," Mom told me. "When you're older and you have a real girlfriend…"

"I don't want a real girlfriend!" I stared at her. "I just want Tiffany back!"

"Josh…" she sighed.

"There's nothing wrong with her!" I pushed myself from the table and ran upstairs to my room, slamming the door and falling onto my bed.

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"Everybody wants to see this one," she whispered in my ear.

"Tiffany?" I turned around and maybe everybody who came to the Louvre wanted to see Mona Lisa, but they were looking at her.

She looked exactly as she had a week before with the same fine, blonde hair and perfectly formed body. Her beautiful face wore a smile much like the painting in front of us, serene and secretive and slightly amused. Only Tiffany's clothes were different, stylish and modern in the European way. A tight red pencil skirt and black tunic with only one button to keep it closed, a lacy red bra beneath that and fishnet stockings to go with her leather ankle boots. She even had the obligatory wraparound sunglasses and designer purse, posing like the bored teenage daughter of some millionaire who couldn't remember her name.

But I knew better; I'd met a few girls like that before and Tiffany wasn't one of those.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, getting a frown from both my art teacher and our tour guide.

"Your mom said I could come on your field trip," she whispered, taking off her sunglasses. "I've missed you."

"Are you okay now?" I whispered back, ignoring the looks we were getting.

"I'm fine," Tiffany promised, giving me her eyes and they were still ice blue, but not cold at all. "I want to try some espresso. I've never had any before. Have you?"

"Uh-uh." I shook my head and I couldn't stop smiling as she started tugging on my arm with another giggle. "Hey! Wait a second, um…"

"What?" She tilted her head, letting a lock of platinum hair fall across her smiling face.

"Nothing," I sighed. "I missed you too."

"Hmmmm…" She touched her lips to mine. "You're not gonna make me cry again, are you?"

"Never," I promised.

"You don't have to say it and you won't have to ask." Tiffany whispered. "We just have to be careful."

"Why"

"Because they'll take me away," she said. "I wasn't broken, Josh. They couldn't fix me."

"I tried to tell them that!" I said with a smile. "I knew you weren't."

"But I have to pretend. Okay?" She kissed me again. "And so do you."

"You mean you really…"

"Shhhh…" Tiffany stared into my eyes and took my hand in hers, pulling my palm to her left breast. "Do you feel that?"

"Yeah," I whispered, feeling her heart beating strong and steady beneath my fingers. 

"Have you ever made love in a museum?"

"Uhhh…" I blinked at her.

"Me neither!" She giggled. "Let's do that first!"

We didn't have to say it and we didn't have to hear it, and nobody but Tiffany and me would ever know how much we loved each other.

 

End

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