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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 015
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 15
Sex Ed at the Nellis Residence

Bobby dropped Dina off at home and drove away, looking pensive.
Dina wanted him to start applying the heat first thing Monday morning and
he was still feeling around, trying to define boundaries for the
performance. Dina was deliberately denying him definite answers, saying it
was better if he did it on his own it would sound more natural. In
reality, she was applying the heat to Bobby she wanted him to sweat over
this thing. Thus, it was nearly 10:00 a.m. when Dina put in an appearance
for breakfast and from outside, not upstairs. "You're out and about
rather early," Dina's mother, Marilyn, noted suspiciously. "Where have you
been?"

This was when it belatedly occurred to Dina that her activities that
morning might be suspicious. "Giannellis," she replied. "Denise called me
this morning, wanting to see me about something she considered momentous
so I rushed over."

Dina's father, Robert Nellis, frowned over his Sunday paper at Dina.
Denise's poor reputation was common knowledge even with the older
generation. "I trust she's not pregnant or something," he rumbled.

"No, no just girl talk, who's going with who..."

"That's 'whom', young lady!" her mother interjected.

"...uh, yeah. That's where Rick is, by the way. Seems that he and
Denise's sister Mandi are getting serious!"

This revelation caused the two elder Nellis' to share a startled
glance. Thus far, they had had no indication that 'Richard' had developed
the requisite social skills to conduct casual dating, never mind a serious
relationship. That things had suddenly progressed to the point that he
would be visiting a young lady on a Sunday morning came as a distinct
surprise.

Dina smiled, knowing that she had successfully redirected the heat of
her parent's regard. Her only worry was that things would get too hot for
Rick.

Marilyn ladled out Dina's waffle, then casually sidled out of the room
to determine whether Rick had actually returned home last night. The minor
disarray in his room (Rick never actually 'made' the bed, just casually
pulled the blankets up toward the headboard Marilyn, a neat freak, always
made it later) reassured her that he had indeed occupied it overnight. Dina
did NOT miss the visual high sign she gave Robert, however, and the stepped
up nonverbal communication occurring between her parents caused her to be
concerned over the ambush Rick was likely to walk into. Studiedly casual,
Marilyn asked, "You don't know what Ricky went to see Mandi about, do you?"

"Some nature thing," Dina temporized, thinking 'Birds do it, bees do
it...', "I'm sure he'll be home by noon..." This bit of fiction brought the
parental eyebrows down somewhat, and Dina began to relax but Marilyn
wasn't done yet, "Dina, what do you think of Mandi I don't remember you
ever mentioning Denise having an older sister...?"

Deploying her finest cloak of false innocence, Dina gushed, "Oh,
that's because she's so different from Denise. Mandi is painfully shy. She
kind of fades into the background. But she's very intelligent. I think
they make a great couple!" She accompanied this last with an owlish look at
her mother.
"That's nice, Dear...." Her mother replied, abstractedly, as she
assembled these new pieces of the puzzle. But her brow had unfurrowed
somewhat, and Dina figured that the worst was over.

"It's all in the delivery," Dina murmured to herself, smiling, as she
ascended the stairs to her room. A quick call to Denise warned Rick that
the natives were restless.

On his return home, Rick was studiedly casual, but he was unable to
mask a glow that could be described as postcoital or as a side effect of
deep romance. Marilyn sniffed it, and while she no doubt considered that it
was the latter, she went into conference with Robert, who eventually called
a family meeting, with the intention of delivering an already overdue
lecture on the birds and the bees to their children.

"Richard," Marilyn kicked off, "I understand that you have recently
entered a relationship with a young woman, and your father and I thought
that we should discuss the possible implications."

Dina, knowing that Rick's innate honesty would land him rapidly in
serious trouble if he went unaided, attacked: "Mum, we've both had Sex Ed.
Rick knows what he's doing". (This unfortunate statement almost proved their
undoing, as Rick blushed) "Besides, (picking up Rick with her eye) are you
sure you're still qualified? Rick, how long had it been since YOU'VE
awakened to the sound of squeaky springs from the Master Suite?" This
neutralized the blush nicely, while causing both her parents to retreat in
confusion.

Rick, realizing that contributing to the rout was the only way he
would survive the conversation, replied "Quite a while." He looked
thoughtful, then surprised, "Several years, in fact." Robert Nellis
suddenly developed a poker face. Marilyn began opening and closing her
mouth like a fish.

Dina rounded on her father, "So, Pop I'm smelling a more serious
issue here than young love... Just how long has it been?"

Marilyn tried to shortcircuit the exchange, "We're just fine we've
had sex quite recently, if it's any of your business..." At this point, the
attempt crashed upon the rocks of a muffled snort of indignation and a
mumble from her husband, who blinked in shock when he realized that he had
actually made a sound and let the cat out of the bag.

Dina's brow went up. She looked sidelong at her blustering mother,
then dead into her father's eyes, "What was that, Pop?"

Rick, who was beginning to enjoy this turn of events, announced, "He
said 'Eight months', Sis!"

Both of the elder Nellis' blushed. Marilyn dug the hole deeper,
coming out with "Dina, your father and I have gone beyond sex..." Robert's
eyebrows nearly left his face, they climbed so high in surprise.

Dina regarded her mother with disgust, "One of you apparently has, and
is dragging the other along on a very uncomfortable ride. Mum, it appears
that before you can lecture us on sex, you need to learn a few things! One:
Men do NOT willingly stop having sex! They're not built that way! Pop, how
long has this been going on?"

Robert started to look stubborn, then got shamefaced, and mumbled
"Several years."

Dina asked gently, "What did you do about it?"

Her father's voice was totally colorless in his embarrent, "I
tried to introduce new things..."

"Perversions!" erupted Marilyn.

"New positions, toys... She only knows one..."

"Good girls don't DO such things!" said Marilyn, indignantly.

Dina rounded on her mother, "Good girls do ANYTHING that makes them
and their spouse happy, and doesn't hurt anyone! Who told you that crap?"

"Your Grandmother!" Marilyn returned hotly.

"Gram? Gram's smarter that that I KNOW she is we've discussed
it!"

"Not possible," Marilyn announced icily, "She barely could bring
herself to discuss it with ME!"

"Then she's learned a few things!" returned Dina, who then walked to
the phone and hit the speed dial for the person in question. She looked
significantly at the males, "Could you excuse us for a few moments girl
talk!" The men got out of there.

"Hello?" came a familiar voice from the speakerphone.

"Hi, Gram, it's Dina."

"Hi, Sweetie."

"We're on speaker. I've got Mum here, and I've discovered that she's
not giving Pop any!"

"I guess I don't have to ask what! Marilyn, what in the Hell do you
think you're doing?"

"Mom, it's the same old dull thing, every time! I can't work up any
interest!" Marilyn complained.

"If it's the same old thing, Linnie, it's because you're not doing
anything else!" came the reply.

"Gram, she told me that you told her there was only one proper way!"
Dina announced.

"Oh," came from the phone "OH! Linnie, I'm SO sorry I thought that
you'd learned better on your own! Dina, I filled her head with that drivel
when she was young because I didn't know any better! Your grandfather put
up with that nonsense for 20 years and I almost lost him to someone who
had more sense! He finally put his foot down, and MADE me try a few things,
then read a few books. Thank God we got it right and I managed to give him
a few years of the good stuff! Linnie, you've got to look around and enter
the real world! Do you masturbate, sweetheart?"

"Momma! Of course not!"

"There's no 'Of course' to it, daughter, one way or the other! I'm
here to tell you, your foolishness will give Robert a roving eye, even if he
IS a saint, and doesn't step out on you!" (Marilyn blushed.) "Daughter,
tell me your marriage isn't endangered by this foolishness!"

"I don't know!" Marilyn wailed.

"Linnie, has your husband ever practiced cunnilingus on you?"

"Momma, Dina's right here!"

"Dina and I have discussed this," came the unperturbed reply, "and she
is obviously better prepared sexually than YOU are! Answer the question!"

"He asked me a couple of times ewwww!"

"I don't suppose you've fellated him?"

"Put that THING in my mouth? Not hardly!"

"Dina, this foolishness dates all the way back to Queen Victoria who
was such an otherwise admirable ruler that some fools thought she might be
onto something with this stupidity. Ignorance and superstition are almost
impossible to root out. I'm SO sorry you have to witness this failure of
mine to be a proper parent to your poor mother. Pick up the receiver, child
I'm going to have to use your hands to fix this!"

Dina retrieved the receiver, shutting off the speaker, "I'm here,
Gram."
"Sweetie, you're mother is going to be stubborn about this, so we're
going to have to resort to dirty tricks. I can tell from her responses that
she's interested in any number of these things, but she's bought into the
idea that they're wrong so she won't willingly participate in them. On
the other hand, if she has no choice, she'll cooperate as long as she can
lay blame on someone else while she enjoys herself. What's more, she'll
allow herself to be hoodwinked it's all part of the deal."

"That's convoluted, Gram!"

"You didn't raise her, dear. Many times, I had to force Linnie to do
something, only to find out she enjoyed it. It seems that she fears
enjoying things too much..."

"Gram, how can you tell...?"

"...what she wants? Think about it Sweetie! When is the last time
you saw your mother act absolutely childish?"

"Oh!"

"Exactly. Oh, and it wouldn't hurt if she were humiliated a bit, in
the process..."

"I know about THAT one, Gram"

"I'd wondered if we'd skipped a generation... Still, its how your
grandfather broke ME, bless his heart. Your father is a wonderful man who
wouldn't hurt a fly but it would be better for them both if he took a firm
hand in the bedroom. Can you get the ball rolling?"

Dina produced an evil grin, "I think so, Gram."

"Good luck, Sweetie! Bye!"

"Bye. Gram!" Dina cradled the phone, and turned to her mother,
"C'mon, Mum, Gram suggested a couple of things to help you relax!"
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Christmas At The Beach by Girl Friday 2003, all rights reserved

I love the beach. More importantly, I love this beach. No kids
allowed. Peace and quiet. Glory Hallelujah.

I know what you're thinking ... how can you go to the beach and not
have kids screaming and running around making life miserable? Turns out
... it's actually quite easy. You book your annual vacation on a remote
tropical island and stay in a resort that specifically prohibits children.
Sure it costs more, but it is so worth it.

No, I don't have anything against kids. I love kids. Kids are great.
But when your work centers on children, they are the last thing you want to
see on vacation. This was my vacation, the one time each year when I could
relax.

Relax.

Oh yes, it's wonderful to lie on a towel in the warm, white sand with
the ocean gently lapping at my toes. Some people, most people in fact,
might prefer to spend Christmas morning sitting around a tree opening
gifts, but not me. I prefer the nice quiet beach with the sun shining down
and a cold margarita in my hand.

I come here every year. I spend Christmas Eve traveling with the
promise of waking up and spending Christmas morning on this wonderful
private beach. While the resort is exclusive, I'm never alone. There's
always one other regular who is here year after year. Like me, he prefers
a towel on the sand to a chaise by the pool. He's here every Christmas
morning when I arrange my towel and order my drink.

This year was no different. I rolled out of bed on Christmas Day, put
on my favorite red bikini, and headed to the beach. Sure enough, there he
was sprawled out on a towel, snoring softly, just like every other
Christmas morning for the past 4 years. He was an ordinary looking man,
pleasant but not stunning. Sandy blonde hair, regular build, nice tight
buns; I allowed my gaze to linger there just for a minute before settling
down on my own towel. Giving my usual order to a passing waiter, I settled
in for a long relaxing day in the sun.

"Excuse me ... Miss?"

I blinked in confusion. My sandyhaired neighbor was kneeling next to
me, gently shaking my shoulder.

"Yes?"

"You might want to turn over. You're getting a little pink."

I rolled onto my back and sat up. Shading my eyes against the sun, I
looked into his eyes for the first time. They were a soft gray, touched at
the moment with concern.

"Thanks for the warning." I held out my hand, "I'm Tina."

"Tina, pleased to meet you. I'm Shawn."

Shawn grinned mischievously as he took my hand in his own. I was
surprised when he didn't shake it, instead raising it to his lips and
brushing a soft kiss across my knuckles. My tummy did a little flipflop
as his lips touched my skin. How long had it been since I'd felt that
flutter? Long enough that it scared me a little. Long enough that it
excited me a whole lot more.

We spent the rest of the day together. It was a little scary how
quickly we clicked. I haven't talked to a stranger for more than ten
minutes in years, and here we were talking incessantly for hours. Shawn
was intelligent, educated, charming, and he made me laugh. I was
completely smitten. I hadn't felt this way in such a long time.

The only bump we hit was when he asked me about my job.

"So what do you do for a living, Tina?"

Shit. How do I answer this? Damn, damn, damn. I really didn't want to
talk about this yet.

"Shawn, I'm sorry, but this is my vacation. The first day of the only
vacation I get all year, and the last thing I want to talk about right
now is work. Do you mind?"

He smiled that easy, sexy smile that caused my stomach to flutter. "Not
a problem at all. How about a dip in the ocean to cool off a bit?"

I laughingly agreed, racing him down to the warm, clear water.

He asked me to have dinner with him that evening. Saying no never even
crossed my mind. I took my time getting ready. Hair, check. Makeup,
done. Dress ... killer. Why was I so nervous?

Shawn was right on time, knocking on my door at 7:30 sharp. I took a
deep breath and opened the door. The look on his face made my primping
worth the effort. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to. His face
said it all.

Dinner was wonderful soft music, candlelight, delicious food. He
took every opportunity to touch me, holding my hand under the table,
brushing the hair back from my face. Each time he did, my skin tingled and
my heart sped up. I couldn't believe how quickly I was forming an
attachment to this man.

We went dancing after dinner. It was a small nightclub on the resort
grounds and not many people were there. It suited us just fine. The band
played a lively mix of popular music, slow and fast numbers. Shawn loved
to dance and he was quite good. It was a joy to dance with a man who knew
how and enjoyed what he was doing.

I came to dread the fast songs. I couldn't wait for the next slow song.
Shawn would pull me close and settle my body against his, then start that
slow rhythmic movement that moved us around the floor. He smelled so
incredible, and his body felt so good rubbing up against mine. Every slow
song we danced made me more aware of Shawn and how much I was attracted to
him.

The bar announced last call and the band moved into the last number.
Shawn folded me into his arms as the first notes to one of my favorite
songs, "When You Say Nothing At All", began to play. The delicate melody
washed over us as the smooth, smoky voice of the singer brought the words
to life. As we moved around the dance floor, I felt Shawn's lips brush my
temple and I lifted my face to his.

Oh, this man could kiss! Everything I had been feeling all day surged
to the surface and I returned his ardent caress without reservation. My
world narrowed until all that existed was the man kissing me and the song
weaving its magic around us.

It's amazing

How you can speak

Right to my heart

Without saying a word,

You can light up the dark

Try as I may

I could never explain

What I hear when

You don't say a thing

The smile on your face

Lets me know

That you need me

There's a truth

In your eyes

Saying you'll never leave me

The touch of your hand says

You'll catch me

Whenever I fall

You say it best

When you say

Nothing at all

As the song ended, Shawn gently ended our kiss and drew away slightly,
looking into my eyes. He studied me for a moment before that incredible
smile of his began to form. I felt it tug at my heart and I couldn't help
but wonder if I had finally found the one man I could share my life with.

The rest of the week was damn near idyllic. We spent almost every
minute together walking on the beach, windsurfing, snorkeling, sitting
quietly and watching the sunset. We'd have dinner together each night and
afterwards we'd explore the resort and the small town nearby. We always
made sure to stop at the nightclub for at least one dance. The band knew
us on sight and by unspoken agreement they always played "our" song. Every
time Shawn took me in his arms I fell deeper in love.

At the end of the song, he would kiss me and look deeply into my eyes.
We never said anything. We didn't have to. Joining our hands together, we
would walk the short distance to Shawn's room and make love. When we
touched each other it was magic. The world ceased to exist and all that
mattered was Shawn. It didn't matter if we were laughing and teasing,
rutting like bunnies, or making slow, tender love I always felt my soul
connect with his. In that moment it ceased to matter that I was 160 years
old.

I knew I had to tell him soon. The week was almost over and I had to
get back to work. I knew Shawn loved me, I could feel it. That doesn't
mean I wasn't scared out of my mind at the thought of telling him my
secret. We had only been together a week. Would he be able to accept me
for who I was? Was love enough to convince him I was telling the truth? I
didn't know but time was running out. I would have to tell him tonight.

We spent the day quietly, lying on the beach holding hands. Both of us
knew today was our last day together. Shawn was flying home in the morning
and so was I. Every moment that day was bittersweet. I had finally found
the love of my life. I could only hope for the best. After dinner, we
went to the club and danced to our song. When it was over, Shawn and I
went to the band and thanked them for making our stay at the resort
special.

Making love that night was special. Shawn kissed and caressed every
inch of my body, expressing with every touch his love for me. I did the
same in return, telling him how much I loved him with soft touches and
passionate kisses. When he slipped inside of me I felt truly complete.
Time and again, Shawn brought me to the brink of release and then gently
pushed me over. When I thought I couldn't take any more, he buried himself
in me, moaning my name as he collapsed against me.

Snuggled into his embrace, I knew my time was up. I had given a lot of
thought to how I would start this conversation. Screwing up my courage, I
snuggled closer and took a deep breath.

"Shawn, why do you spend Christmas at the beach?"

He pulled back a little and looked at me in surprise. "We haven't
talked about this yet?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, two reasons really. First, I design toys for a large,
privately held company. I spend most of the year working long hours and
the time between Christmas and New Years is our only downtime. Everyone
who works there is on vacation right now. Second, I don't have any family.
I lost my parents a few years ago. They loved Christmas and always made it
special for me. Now I find sitting at home alone on Christmas pretty
depressing. A few years ago I started coming here. By lying on the beach,
I can forget that it's Christmas and enjoy my vacation."

"I'm so sorry about your parents, Shawn. I didn't mean to bring up bad
memories for you."

He stroked my arm and dropped a reassuring kiss on my temple. "You
didn't love. It's kind of nice to talk about them with someone. They are
never far from my thoughts this time of year. They truly loved Christmas."

This was the opening I had been hoping for. "Were they the 'There is no
Santa' types or were they 'Santa is real' types?"

He laughed as he answered, "Santa is real, definitely. We always put
out cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. Mom and Dad
always made me go to bed early on Christmas Eve so that Santa would come.
Of course I could never sleep, but they made me go to bed anyway. What
about you?"

I ignored his question and asked another one of my own. "And did you
believe in Santa?" I held my breath, my whole life hanging on his answer.

"Yes, I did. I remember when I was a kid, eight years old, my dad lost
his job. My parents told me they were sorry, but they couldn't do much for
Christmas that year. I wrote letters to Santa every week for two months,
begging for a basketball. When I woke up that Christmas, I raced
downstairs and sure enough there was a basketball for me under the small
tree we had. My mom and dad both swore they had nothing to do with it and
that Santa must have brought it. I know as an adult they must have scraped
up the money from somewhere, but a little part of me still believes it was
Santa."

Shawn sat up in bed and looked at me intently, "Why all the questions
about Christmas and Santa?"

It was time for me to lay it all on the line. "Do you remember our
first day here? Christmas Day? You asked me about my job and I brushed it
off."

Shawn nodded then grinned mischievously. "Let me guess, you're an elf
who lives at the North Pole and vacations on the beach each year at
Christmas."

"No, I am not an elf. I'm Santa Claus."

Shawn laughed, obviously taking my answer for a lighthearted joke.
"Very funny, Tina. No, seriously, what do you do?"

I got out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around me. For some reason,
being naked while trying to explain your existence to someone is a little
too distracting.

"Shawn, I am being serious. My name is Christina Kringle and I am
Santa Claus."

He looked at me in utter disbelief. "You? You're not Santa. Everyone
knows that Santa is a man."

"Traditionally, yes, Santa is a man. My father was Santa for almost
1,200 years before I took over. His father didn't go quite that long. He
was Santa for 734 years. But Dad kept hoping for a boy, so he hung on as
long as he could. I am the first female Santa ever." Shawn's eyes were
getting a little big. "It's a hereditary position. When Santa retires, a
new Santa a direct blood relation takes over. Mom and Dad tried for
years and years to have another child, a boy, after I was born. They were
unsuccessful. So, when Dad wanted to retire, I was the only blood relative
eligible for the position."

Shawn's eyes had taken on a glazed, somewhat condescending look. "I
see. Why a direct blood relative? Couldn't some other guy take over?"

"No. Part of being Santa involves magic, very specific, very powerful
magic. This magic is only found in my family line. My dad had every male
relative, out to 4th cousins twice removed, tested for the magic. None
of them had enough of it to take over the job."

"So you're Santa?"

"Yes."

"For how long now?"

"I've been Santa for 61 years now."

There was a vein throbbing in Shawn's forehead. His expression was hard
and angry. "And just how old are you, Santa?"

"I'm 160 years old."

"Bullshit. You don't look a day over 27. This little fantasy of yours
has gone on long enough, Tina. I don't know what kind of game you're
playing, but it isn't funny. I was going to tell you I loved you and ask
you to consider moving in with me. If this is the type of thing you do for
kicks, then I'm not so sure that's a great idea."

"I couldn't move in with you anyway, Shawn. I have to stay at the North
Pole and oversee the daytoday operations. Being Santa doesn't just
involve riding around in a sleigh one night of the year. It's a full time
job."

"Stop it, Tina. You are not Santa!"

I'd had enough of this. I strode over to my handbag and fished out my
cell phone. Quickly dialing home, I waited impatiently for my call to be
answered.

"Hello. This is Tina. Can you connect me to central filing
immediately? Central? I need you to pull a file for me: Shawn Adams, date
of birth 8/15/70. I need the hard copy, ready for transport, now.
Thanks."

I closed my phone and turned to face the man I loved. He was looking at
me like I was out of my mind. "If you don't want to believe me Shawn,
that's your choice. The fact of the matter is, I am Santa Claus and I
can prove it."

Concentrating hard, I drew on the magic of Christmas that was part of my
very soul and transported Shawn's file into my hand. I flicked a glance at
Shawn to see his mouth hanging wide open. Ignoring his stuttering, I
sorted through the file until I found what I was looking for. Pulling the
letters out, I handed them to Shawn.

"Those are the letters you wrote when you were eight, begging for a
basketball. I read every single one of them. I left you a basketball, two
books, and new sweater. You believed in Santa, Shawn. You had to for your
letters to reach me. Only letters from people who truly believe can make
it to the North Pole. Like it or not, you believed in Santa. You believed
in me."

Shawn kept looking from me to the letters in his hand. Clearly stunned
and unable to decide what to believe, he looked at me helplessly.

"I love you, Shawn. If you ever decide to believe me, you know how to
reach me." I nodded towards the letters in his hand then drew on my magic
once more to take me home home to the North Pole.

Three months later I was straightening out a major design problem in the
toy shop when one of my assistants asked me to come to the office. Why was
everything this year a struggle? Since I left Shawn that day on the beach,
every day that followed was miserable. Wondering what was wrong now, I
trudged to my office.

Sitting in the center of my desk was a letter. That was unusual.
Normally there were hundreds of letters sitting there. Curious, I sat down
and opened the envelope.

Dear Santa,

I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to write. I've spent the last
three months getting caught up at work and getting my apartment packed.
I'm hoping you can help me. You see, I met this woman. She's smart and
beautiful and she made every day we were together special. But I messed it
up. She trusted me and I didn't believe her.

Please Santa, I just want one thing for Christmas. Would you please
tell Tina that I'm sorry, that I believe in her ... and that I love her
very much?

Sincerely, Shawn Adams

P.S. Do you have any job openings for toy designers at the North Pole?
I can start immediately.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I quickly called the stable. I would
need the sleigh to go pick up my new toy designer. I was about to make two
Christmas wishes come true, Shawn's and mine.

But it isn't Christmas yet, you say? Hey, being the boss does have
some privileges.
Fin

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I was late getting home from work one Saturday night.
As I walked in the back door, there at the kitchen sink
stood my brothers girlfriend Valerie.

I asked, "Well what brings you out of my dear brothers
bedroom so early in the evening, with only a teeshirt
on ?" grinning at her.

"Your dog of a brother passed out on me that's what.
We was right in the middle of making love, and he just
rolls off of me and startes to snore. " she said in a mad
as hell tone of voice.

"Oh sorry I asked then. Wheres the folks ? They decide
to stay in Vegas another night ?" I asked her.

"Yeah they left a message on the answering machine,
Jake listened to it then left it there in case you wanted
to hear it. Sounds like they are having a great 25th
anniversary." she answered with a smile.

I reached in the fridge and grabbed me a beer. Since
I knew the folks wouldn't come home and catch me
drinking. I decided to take advantage of it.

Valerie sat down at the table and patted the chair next
to her. "Come sit and talk with me Chyanne, we never
seem to get to talk much since your brother thinks the
only thing I am here for is his little sex toy. When and
if he is in the mood that is." rolls her eyes

I grabbed the chair and pulled it out, sitting down. "You
know Valerie, you don't have to put up with that shit from
no man. Not even my brother. He needs to learn to have
more respect for women. And as long as you put up with
it, then he will continue to do that to you and anyone else
he comes in contact with."

She looked at me, "You think he is screwing other women
Chyanne. Cause if he is, then he can kiss my ass goodbye."

I was truethful with her, "I really don't know if he has other
women Val. Cause he and I don't really sit around talking
about our sex lives. Or rather his sex life. Since I don't have
one."

She placed her hand on mine."Why don't you have a
boyfriend Chy ? As pretty as you are, I would think that
you would have at least one, if not more than that chasing
after you. You havehad sex before haven't you ? I mean
your 17 so your old enough. Hell I was having sex by the
time I was 14."

Blushing."Well actually, no I have never had sex. I had a
boyfriend for a couple of months but when he got tired of
hearing me say NO to sex. He moved on to someone else.

And I guess he told the other boys at school. Cause nobody
else would even talk to me much less ask me out." I told her.

She wrapped her arms around me hugging me."Oh damn Chy,
I really didn't know that. Hell there is nothing to sex. When
a man is touching you. Your body tends to tingle all over when
he places kisses all up and down your body. I can just sit here
and tell you all these things. But you really need to feel it
yourself." she smiled at me.

I downed half my beer, thinking about all she had said. "But
I don't have a boyfriend, and no prospect of getting one in
this backwater town. Since all the men have been warned
that I am Miss Frigid virgin." I told her.

"Oh don't say that. I think I might can help you. But only if
you want me to. But you can't tell Jake or he will have a
fuckin' cow." she said with a laugh.

I looked at her, "Well how can you help me ? You don't have
any brothers. And as far as I know you don't have any other
male relatives that live in town. So how in the hell can you
help me with sex ?" I asked her. Confused as to what she
was meaning.

She glanced at me shyly. "Well there is such a thing as you
doing things to yourself, or there are also things I can do to
you to prepare you for when the time comes a man gets to
make love to you. That is, if you trust me."

"Why wouldn't I trust you ? Hell you been dating Jake
now for what, almost a year. So hell yeah I trust you. So
what do I have to do ?" I asked her.

She took my hand and pulled me to a standing position.
Pulling me close to her as she wrapped her arms around
me and kissed me on the mouth. Jamming her tongue
inside, twirling it all around my mouth.

I pushed her away and stared at her. "Is this what you was
talking about ? Your going to kiss me ?" I asked.

She smiled, "Well there is going to be alot more to it than
kissing. IF you agree to let me help you. Trust me, by the
time I get done with you. You will be out looking for some
to do this with all the time." she told me, grinning real big.

So I locked the back door, turned off all the lights and let
Val lead me down the hall to my bedroom.

"Now Chy, I am only going to do this with you because I
want you to see there is nothing scarey about making love,
to either a man or a women. I want you to take off all your
clothes and lay down there on the bed." She told me.

I started to unbutton my blouse, slowly. Taking it off my
shoulders and pushing it off into the floor. Then I unsnapped
my jeans and kicked them off. Standing there in just my bra
and thong undies.

Val was sitting on the side of the bed, smiling at me. She
reached out her hand for me to take it.

I layed my hand in hers and walked closer to her. She
reached out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling
me closer to her. Placing kisses all over my stomach,
as her hands played with my ass cheeks.

Running her fingers inside the band of my thong.
She let her finger slide inside near my asshole.
Making little circle motions.

She told me to place my hands on her shoulders so I
could steady myself. Then she took my left leg and
brought it up so I had my foot on the bed, and my other
foot on the floor. Spreading my legs.

She put her arms back around me and pulled me closer
into her still. Ramming her tongue inside my belly button.
I could feel her tongue ring scraping against my flesh.

Then she took her hand and placed it back inside my
thong. Running her finger from my asshole down to lightly
touch my pussy. Shoving her finger inside me.

I went weak at the knees. My pussy was getting wetter
as she rammed her finger in and out of my pussy, making
moaning sounds.

She asked me if I wanted to get on the bed and lay down
with her. I said yes. I took off my thong, and bra.

I crawled on the bed, and she truned where her face was
close to my pussy. My face was looking straight at her
pussy. I could see moisture on her pubic hair. She had
shaved it and there was just a little patch of hair covering
her pussy lips.

She pushed my legs open wide. Placing her head so close
to my pussy that I could feel her breath. Then she flicked
her tongue out and licked my pussy lips, shoving her
tongue deep inside me.

I moaned and cried out,"Valerie, what are you doing down
there. Ohhhhh my goddddd that feels so good. Please keep
licking me. Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh."

She continued to ram her tongue in and out of my pussy.
Making me wiggle and squirm all over. She placed her
hands on my hips to try to keep me still.

"Val, oh my god. I don't know what that is your doing but
it sure the hell feels good. I am getting hot all over. I feel
like I am about to explode or something. I can't explain
how I feel, but it feels so fuckin' good. Don't you dare stop
now." I screamed at her.

She stopped ramming her tongue in me to tell me. "This is
called licking your pussy and tongue fucking you. I am going
to make you cum all in my mouth, then I will lick you clean."

"Oh please shut the fuck up and get back to licking me and
ramming your tongue inside me." I screamed at her.

I was playing with my nipples. Rubbing them between my
fingers. Moaning.

She stopped licking me and said, "You can put those fingers
to use if you want. Cram your fingers inside my pussy. I am
so wet and hot. And I need something inside me so I can cum
when you do."

I stopped what I was doing and looked over at her pussy,
moisture was running out of her pussy and down onto the
inside of her thigh.

I placed my finger to the lips of her pussy, then shoved my
middle finger inside. Ramming it in and out like she was
doing me with her tongue.

She shoved her legs closed, trapping my hand between them.
Moaning so loud, driving her tongue deeper and faster into
my pussy. I felt something deep inside me explode as I started
to shake and thrash around.

She licked me faster and harder. Making me cum more and
more into her mouth.

As she opened up her legs, I rammed my finger inside her
faster and harder. Almost making my whole hand disappear
inside her.

She started to cum all over my hand. I was slipping 3 fingers
inside her by now. Ramming them as far and as fast as I
could.

We layed there all out of breath for what seemed like a long
time. Breathing hard.

Valerie got up and turned to face me. Laying back down with
her head on my shoulder. I placed an arm around her and
hugged her close.

"Wow that was great Val. Thanks so much for showing me
what it feels like to have an orgasm. I have read about it all
in sex ed class, but to actually have one of my own. Was out
of this fuckin' world." I told her.

She laughed,"Yeah I seem to remember sex ed class. They
sure didn't prepare you for oral sex did they ?"

I let out a long breathe, "Hell no they didn't. I thought to
have sex, you had to be man & woman. Not 2 women."

"Oh yeah they don't want us to do that sort of thing. They
would say we are lesbians. But I am not a lezzy. I am Bi-Sexual.
I like men and women." she smiled at me. "That is something
Jake don't even know about me. And I think we need to keep
this to ourself."

I sure wasn't going to let my brother know that I had just had
my fingers buried inside his girlfriends pussy. And had her
mouth on mine. Hell no !

She grinned up at me. "Are you ready to taste your first
pussy ? Cause I sure would love to feel your tongue inside
me. Your brother don't use anything other than his cock to
make love to me. And I love the feel of a tongue inside me."

She then leaned up on her elbows and started to kiss me.
Shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I could taste my own
pussy juices still in her mouth.

That made me so horny, I reached and grabbed her. Kissing
her back, deep and long. Roaming my hands all over her body,
playing with her tits. Rubbing her nipples between my fingers.

I knew how good it felt when I played with my tits, to I figured
she would love it also. I was hoping I didn't do anything wrong.
Since this was my first sexual experience.

As if she read my mind, she said. "Chy, just do what you feel
like doing. Your not going to touch me any place that I don't
want you to. I would love to feel your hands all over my body."

I reached down and ran my finger just outside her pussy. Teasing
the lips apart and shoving my finger just barely inside.

She shoved her pelvic into my hand. Wanting me to shove my
finger deeper inside. I took my finger away from her pussy.

She jerked away from me, "Chy put your finger back inside
my pussy. You was making me wet and hot. That is teasing
me damn you." she said, then she swatted me on the bare ass
with her hand.

"Ouch Val, what the hell was that all about, that stug like a
bitch." I told her as I reached back to rub my ass cheek where
she had slapped me.

She giggled, "Well then stop teasing me. Take that beautiful
mouth of yours and start licking my pussy like I did yours."

I turned over in the bed so that her pussy was close to my face.
Reaching my tongue out, I licked the lips of her pussy. Licking
the moisture off.

She moaned and shoved her pelvic closer to my face. Taking
her hand she placed her fingers inside my pussy. Running her
finger in and out. Slow and easy.

"Come on Chy, keep licking. Ram that tongue of yours deep
inside me. Wiggle your tongue all around like you was doing
to my mouth just a minutes ago. I want to cum inside your mouth
like you did mine." She purred.

I wiggled my tongue from side to side, doing a little twirl with it
also. Making her wetter and wetter. Tasting her juices, making
me want more of it in my mouth.

I reached around behind her grabbing her ass cheeks. Bringing
her closer to me. My fingers slipping between her ass cheeks.

"Oh damn Chy, shove your finger inside my ass. Please, I love
when that is done to me. Makes me cum faster and harder." She
begged me.

She was still finger fucking me, harder and faster now. Moaning
loudy.

I shoved my middle finger deep inside her ass, making the same
motions with my tongue inside her pussy that I was making inside
her asshole.

She started to ram her pelvic harder and harder into my face.
Making me tongue her deeper and deeper. Ramming my tongue
in so far that my nose almost buried itself inside her pussy.

I felt her pussy clamp down on my tongue as she started to cum.
I was sucking as fast as I could.Still finger fucking her asshole.

I felt myself about to explode just as she took her hand away from
my pussy and place her mouth over me. Licking faster and faster.
Making me cum inside her mouth.

I rolled over and layed on my back. Still tasting her cum inside
my mouth. Smiling from ear to ear. So content.

Val, was kissing my pussy lips. Still moaning. "Damn Chy, that
was wonderful. I sure the hell wish your brother could lick pussy
like that. But since he says it is gross, then I will have to sneak
in here and be with you sometimes. Is that ok ?"

I smiled down at her. "Well hell Val, since your the one that
showed me what it feels like to do this. How can I very well
tell you no. Hell I hope you want it all the time. Cause I sure
the hell won't mind licking your pussy anytime."

She leaned up on her elbows, "I kinda wish you wasn't related
to Jake, I might be tempted to share him with you. But since he
is your brother, I guess that wouldn't be too good an idea."

I thought about that a minute. "Well I guess not. I ain't too sure
Jake would be too keen on it." I told her.

She was laying there staring at the ceiling. "Well I guess that
just means I have to get a dildo then and use that. Or I could
use a strap on. It won't be the same as the real thing, but it will
be better than nothing at all. You can at least get to see what a
cock feels like more less."

I said, "Oh my god where are you going to get anything like
that from ?"

She laughed, "Well the dildos I have. Many sizes and shapes.
I use them pretty regular, since your brother tends to not be
able to make me cum everytime. So I keep the dildo handy for
after he falls asleep."

I gasped, "Are you saying you have one here at my house ?"

She grinned, "I sure do, I brought it over when your parents first
started letting me stay the night here sometimes. I hid it in the
bottom of his closet. I know he never looks for anything in there."
giggles

"Get your ass out of this bed, and go get it then. You have me
so curious now."I laughed.

She got out of bed and placed her teeshirt back over her head
in case Jake woke up while she was in there.

She wasn't gone 2 minutes when she came back in with a make-up
bag.

"I keep them all in here. Even if Jake or your mom found this.
They would think it was just my make-up." she giggled.

She started to take them out of the bag. There was about 3 different
sizes. One of them was in the shape of an egg, with a white cord
coming out of it.

"What the hell is that egg looking one for." I asked her.

"Oh that is for your clit. Place it down there and turn the power
on. And it will bring you to an orgasm in no time. That is one of
my favorites. I often wanted to use it while Jake has his cock
buried inside me. Just to see how it feels." She told me.

She took the medium sized dildo, which looked about 6 inches
long, and placed the batteries in it. Then flipped a switch and I
could hear it humming away. She placed it against my leg, and
I could feel it vibrating.

"Ohhhhhhhh that is cool. I can just feel that vibrating inside
my pussy now. Can I use that one Val ?" I asked.

"Sure, you can use any of them you want. Mind if I use them
on you ? And you can use some on me too if you want. " She
smiled.

I turned over on the bed. Facing her pussy. Not knowing for
sure what to do, I waited on her to start. I reached down and
grabbed the biggest dildo and placed batteries in it. It looked
like it was at least 9 inches long.

I could feel her spreading my legs, placing the tip of the dildo
on the lips of my pussy. I wasn't wet enough for her to shove
it in so she rammed her fingers inside my pussy, making me
wetter.

I watched as she took her wet fingers and slid them up and
down the shaft of the dildo, making it wet. Then she placed
the dildo inside my pussy lips. Flipping the power switch on.

I felt the vibrating and got even wetter. Trying to do the same
thing to Val that she had done to me. Getting the dildo wet
with her pussy juice so that it would slide inside her pussy
easier.

She had the dildo just inside my pussy shoving it in slow, a
little at a time. So I started to do her the same way. Turning
the power switch on. Doing everything she did, so I did it right.

Her pussy seemed to suck the dildo deeper and deeper. Her
pussy juice was flowing out of her pussy making the dildo
slide almost all the way out.

"Oh my god, ram that dildo all the way inside my pussy Chy,
damn it shove it in deep." Val yelled at me.

The dildo she was using on me was only half way in. She
gave it a hard shove and it went all the way in.

I seen blood and stopped the dildo I was using on her.
"Oh my god Val there is blood on me. What the fuck did you
do to me." I cried.

"Oh it is nothing. You just became a woman. You can really
say your no longer a virgin. So stop asking questions and get
back to fucking me with that dildo or I'm going to take this
one out of you." she yelled at me.

I crammed the dildo back inside her and started ramming it
faster and faster. Harder and harder. Folling how she was
doing to me.

I could feel that I was about to cum. I yelled at Val."Oh damn,
yes, fuck me harder Val. I'm going to cum, oh yesssssssss
ohhhhhhhh my god....ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh
yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." as I exploded all over the
dildo, that was still vibrating inside my pussy.

About that time Val started to cum, yelling at me."Ram that
fucking cock in my pussy god damn it. Harder, harder harder.
YESSSSSS YESSSSSS."

I was ramming it in so far my fingers were actually slipping
inside her pussy as well. I thought I was going to lose the
dildo inside her.

After she started shaking, she rolled over and took the dildo
out of my pussy. She had already turned it off before she
started to cum.

I still had her dildo on and it was sliding in and out, cum
flowing out and down onto her thighs.

I turned the dildo off and started to lick her thighs. Cleaning
all her mess up.

I stopped and leaned up on my elbow. Looking down at her.
She had a smile plastered all over her face. Laying there
nude with her legs spread wide.

She realized I was looking at her and she looked up at me
and smiled. "You know Chy, I think I am going to leave my
bag of toys in here. And everynight that I stay here, and
when I know Jake is sound and asleep, and your parents
are asleep. I am going to sneak in here. And we can please
each other. How does that sound to you ?"

I smiled at her, "Well I think that is the best idea you have
had since the night you decided to date my brother. I wish
now that we had done this a long time ago. Look at all the
fun nights we have missed out on with each other." I reached
out and touched her breast.

"Yeah but we ain't going to miss any more. I think I'll see
what Jake says about me moving in here full time ?" She
said with a laugh.

"Hey now that is a real cool idea. I'll have your toys to use
when I want them. And I know you will be visiting my room
some also." I agreed.

"Oh more nights than you know sweetie, more nights than
you know." She said with a wink.

Before that night was over. We had each had every one of her
little play toys out of the bag. Using them on ourself. As well
as each other. grinning

The End.

�SexStarvedRedHead