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 Dee Does HS 20 [DF1] by Peregrinf

   I don't know what it is, but just the sight of Greg makes my toes curl,
my heart do flip-flops, certain other parts of me go all warm and runny,
and suddenly all's right in the world.  Maybe it's 'cause he's tall, blond
and gorgeous with deep blue eyes, fucks like a bunny, is smart, and kind,
and willing to put up with my sexually liberated adventures.

   Or maybe it's just -- what do they call 'em?  -- pheromones.

   It was Wednesday, so there I was, after my last class, looking at him
from the doorway of the art studio, there to pose with him for Kathy.  But
all I really wanted to do was to jump him, even though his post-swim
deposit was still seeping out of me.  It's a good thing I carry a towel so
I don't leave a gooey mess wherever I sit.

   He and Kathy were talking and, in case you have any real doubts about
which way I tilt sexually, well, at first I only had eyes for him, at least
until Kathy caught sight of me and bathed me in that wonderful warm,
welcoming smile of hers.  Oh gosh!  My favorite two squeezes looked at me
in ways that left no doubt they were as happy to see me as I was to see
them.

   Dumping my backpack, I wrapped myself around Greg for a tongue tangling
smooch.  Not one to miss a chance, his hands grabbed my naked bottom and he
lifted me so I could wrap my legs around him.

   He's so strong!

   Kathy was surprised.  "Dee!  You're naked again.  I thought I saw you
wearing clothes this morning."

   Breaking the kiss, I blushed.  "Yeah, you did.  Sorry I'm late, I had to
see Mrs.  Devers."

   "You're not in trouble, are you?" she asked as Greg let me down so I
could give her an equally passionate hug and kiss, only her I didn't climb
like a monkey would a tree, even though she was probably almost as strong
as Greg.

   "No.  It was Program committee business.  She wants to meet with me
Friday, and I've got something to do after that, so I won't be able to
pose."

   The meet with Devers was perfect camouflage for me and Heather to be
together so she could take me for my makeover afterwards.

   "Dee's naked 'cause at lunch she had to give a table of sophomores an
anatomy lesson," Greg explained, starting to undress, so I helped Kathy get
naked, running her tee-shirt up her trim torso and off over her head,
wishing my hair would just fall into place like her short, soft brown locks
did.

   "What is it about sophomore boys?" I asked, giving her lovely boobs with
their perky brown nipples a bit of attention.

   "They're sophomoric?" Kathy asked, enjoying my tit play as she
unfastened the waist of her jeans and skinned them down her long legs,
sitting back on her high stool to kick free of them.  She'd gone commando
so my fingers got to explore her smooth pussy.  She appreciatively spread
her legs wider.  "What were they doing?"

   "Drooling over the latest tabloid pics of some celeb a paparazzi caught
topless while on her honeymoon." I stroked Kathy's slit gently before
turning back to Greg to run my fingers over his chest.  "That's such an
invasion of privacy!  So I stripped to ask 'em what she's got that I
haven't."

   "Bigger boobs?" Greg suggested, giving my right tit a pinch that snapped
it to attention.  My left demanded equal time, which he happily provided,
while I fondled his prick, rapidly changing it from rubbery to hard as it
expanded.

   "Probably silicone," I griped.  "These may not be much, but they're all
mine.  Anyway, I showed them how more than a mouthful goes to waste.  How
do you want us?"

   "On the dais, Greg standing, you on your knees."

   "Yum!" I knelt at Greg's feet, taking a nip at one of his nipples on the
way down.  "Anyway, I stripped and went around the table, giving each of
them a taste.  They seemed to like it.  I know I did."

   "And how did they taste?" Greg asked.

   "Well, they were quite thorough, if that's what you mean."

   "You know that's not what I mean," he teased.  He knows I never met a
cock I wouldn't lick -- well, with a certain exception, that is, but we
won't go there, okay?

   I giggled and made a face up at him, fingering his dick.  "Well, it left
some of 'em horny so I kinda had to help relieve the pressure, you might
say.  Besides, I was hungry.  I didn't eat much lunch."

   I gave his boner a lick.  "But none of 'em tasted as good as you do."

   "Go for it, girl." Kathy lifted the damp cloth off her latest work.  "I
got this far using the photos.  I need you live and up-close for the final
touches."

   I happily slid Greg's growing cock along my tongue toward the back of my
mouth.

   What Greg didn't know was that listening to the Lunch Bunch tearing into
Heather had ruined my appetite.  I didn't dare try to defend her.  If
anyone found out I'd been consorting with the enemy, or she with me, the
fit would hit the shan, as we say in my family.  The Bee Hive would be on
their queen like hyenas on a dead zebra.  My bunch would only put me in the
stocks and pelt me with school lunch vegetables.  Hyenas might be
preferable.

   Anyway, I'd finally shut the Bunch up by telling 'em we were starting to
sound as nasty as the Bee Hive.  That got results and left me smelling like
a rose.

   "Hold it just like that," Kathy said.  I had Greg's dick half way to
paradise.  Closing my lips around his meat I steadied myself, my hands on
his naked pelvis, thumbs teasing his bush.  His fingers tightened in my
hair and I heard him groan.

   Have I mentioned that posing is hard work?  We had to hold our pose for
it seemed like forever, which wasn't easy.  With this one, as it went on we
both got hornier, while I got hungrier.  My mouth filled with saliva, but I
had to be careful or a careless swallow might set him off.  Then the only
thing to do would be to wipe off my chin and revive his hard on.  That
might take only a few minutes -- being the great athlete he is Greg
recovers fast -- but Kathy hates interruptions.

   "Tip your head back a bit, Greg.  Try to look hornier."

   "No problemo!  You okay?" he asked me.

   I bobbed my head, his cock riding with me like the lever on some old
machine.  "Yeff."

   "Don't talk with your mouth full," Kathy scolded.

   I teased Greg by tonguing his dick and sucking gently, wringing another
groan out of him.  Then Kathy came over for a little touchy-feely, her
fingers brushing my lips where they were wrapped around Greg's prick. 
Greg's cock gave a lurch and his hips tried to push forward but I held him
off.  My eyes were only inches from the soft strawberry blond puff of his
bush.  I saw her reach under him and I figured she was fingering his balls
and braced myself for an eruption.  She abandoned that before I got more
than a fresh shot of pre-come on my tongue.  That left me fighting the urge
to swallow a flood of saliva and juice along with Greg's cock.  Somehow we
managed to rein ourselves in as she went back to her clay.

   This was wonderful torture and I wondered how long we'd be able to hold
out.

   "Keep your hands up on Greg, please, Dee."

   Darn!  I'd tried to slip in a little pussy diddle but didn't get away
with it.  I was dripping on the dais.

   "Put just the tips of your thumbs and index fingers back on the base of
his cock.  That's right.  Now with the your palms flat against him, spread
your fingers a bit," Kathy ordered.  "That's great!"

   When she's working, and inspired, she gets kinda fussy, but she is
appreciative.  I flexed my fingers on Greg's gut like I was playing the
piano and hummed around his cock.  He whimpered.

   "Ohhh yeah!" Kathy sighed almost orgasmically.  I got the feeling she
and her clay were getting more action than me and Greg.  Then Greg's
fingers massaged my scalp.

   Posing also left my mind free to wander.  I began worrying about
Heather's lack of a date.  It wasn't just that she'd be stuck home alone
Saturday night.  If she wasn't at the dance her social status would
probably go in the toilet.  Okay, she was a snot, but I'd learned that on
the inside she was decent but damaged goods; insecure and down on herself
after what the Worm had done to her.  She needed help.

   "Could you perk him up a bit, please, Dee?  He's going soft."

   "Sorry," I mumbled around Greg.  A moment of slurping was enough to
distract me from Heather and revive Greg.

   "Not too much!" she cautioned.

   Jeeze Louise!  I had to keep him hard, but if I overdid it I'd wind up
with a mouthful of come.  Does the expression "between a rock and a hard
place" fit here?

   Greg moaned.

   Then I thought about Kathy and wondered if she was going to the dance.
I'd been her replacement lover since Stephanie had gone off to Curtis. 
Kathy's straight lez, if that isn't an oxymoron.  She's sweet and bright,
but the dating pool for her was limited, and if you've been paying
attention, you know I love her almost as much as I love Greg, and I think
she loves me.

   What if she asked me to the dance?  What if I asked her?  The idea
appealed to me, but would Greg go for that?

   Shit!  That idea made me hornier than ever!

   Then my nose began to itch -- on the inside!  I screwed up my face,
trying somehow to scratch it, but Kathy sighed unhappily, so I had to stop.


   The itch got worse.  I felt a sneeze coming on.

   Shit!  How could I sneeze with a mouthful of cock?  What if I bit down
on the "choo?" Double shit.

   I sniffed.  I snorted, but it only made it worse.

   "I'm almost done, Dee."

   I inhaled a long, gooey, really disgusting schnorfle, if that's a word.
It would have been "AaaaaAAAAH!" if my mouth hadn't been full.

   "Hold it!" Kathy ordered.

   Let me tell you, it is really hard to "AAAAaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!" with a
mouth full of hard cock!  As for holding it....

   "Don't move!"

   My head was about to explode!  The fire in my snoot was so hot I thought
my face was going to fall off.  If Greg knew what a struggle I was waging
he sure had a lot of faith in me, 'cause he didn't retreat.

   "Okay, you can relax now."

   Whoooosh!  I yanked my head away just before I exploded like a volcano,
two, three times, my ears ringing from the blasts.  If he'd still been
between my jaws he would have been sliced like a salami!

   "Gesundheit!" someone said.

   Was that Mom?  My eyes were watering so much I could hardly see.

   "Bless you!" someone else joined in, and I knew that was Elaine!  Must
be later than I thought.  They were meeting me here after school for
something important, but at that moment I really didn't care.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Walker, hi Dr.  Smathers," Kathy greeted my two moms
cheerily, totally unfazed by their appearance, my nasal eruptions, and the
fact that they'd found me kneeling with my lips wrapped around Greg's hard
on.

   I was too horny to even blow my nose.  Falling backwards off the dais I
grabbed Greg by the hips on the way, yanking him down between my spread
legs.  With his eager cooperation his well lubed cock executed a high-speed
docking maneuver in my swampy cunt with a sort of farty slurrrrp!

   "Don't let us interrupt," Mom commented as Greg began to pound me like a
pile driver -- or is that more of an anal attack?

   No matter.  We were rutting like animals while everyone watched.  God
knows, Kathy had captured us on film and canvas doing it, but this was in
front of Mom and Elaine.  God I loved it!  I am such a PERV!

   "I'm sure they'll only be a minute," Kathy assured them.  "She's had his
cock in her mouth for the last forty-five minutes.  Maybe I should have
given 'em a break a little sooner."

   Ya think?  Had it really been that long?  My, how time flies when you're
having fun!  The itch in my nose had been blown to fragments by my sneeze,
but the itch in my cunt had developed to near terminal levels.  Greg,
dealing with his own over-stimulation.  proceeded to vigorously scratch all
carnal itches, G-spot and clit, pecker and prostate -- drive, drive, drive,
right to the edge, the edge, the edge, until I was sooooo close!

   Then his rude finger found my asshole and penetrated that muscular
sphincter, and that set my pussy off, KA-ZOWIE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE!  Greg's dick
convulsed -- spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt.  My cunt welcomed his hot
cream like the pussy it was -- slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp -- and I
sucked on his neck as I tried to squeeze his entire body inside me through
any and all available openings as the world sort of faded away in a rainbow
of colors.

   When I came to my moms and Kathy were looking fondly down on me as I lay
pinned under Greg.

   "Hi, Mom.  Hi Elaine," I greeted them giddily.

   "Don't get up on our account," Mom responded dryly.

   "OOoookay," I agreed, happily kneading Greg's buns, enjoying the
afterglow, his cock, still inside me, reluctantly shriveling.

   "I thought you're supposed to be posing," Elaine asked with a smirk.

   "We did," I answered dreamily.  "The pay sucks, but the fringe benefits
are great."

   "Maybe I'll take up modeling," Elaine mused.  "I never knew it could be
such fun."

   If she did I didn't think she'd model with a guy.  She swung more
Kathy's way.  Maybe she and Mom -- oooo, that was an exciting thought!  I
wondered if I could join in, or at least watch.

   "I'm sorry," Kathy apologized.  "I didn't know you were coming.  Only
you weren't coming, while they were ...  oh dear, I'm babbling, aren't I?"

   Mom laughed.  "Don't apologize, Kathy.  I knew perfectly well what she
was up to during these afternoons with you.  I like this a lot, by the
way." She was admiring Kathy's work.

   "Thanks."

   "My moms know me, they're cool." I reluctantly let Greg ease up off me
with a schlupping sound He was blushing and dripping as he reached down to
help me up.  He also had a hickey the size of Kilimanjaro on his neck.  His
sister was sure to tease him about that.

   I suddenly remembered my manners.  "Greg, do you remember Dr. 
Smathers?"

   "Of course." Without thinking, he stuck his gooey hand out.  Before he
could yank it back Elaine took it to shake it, while he turned bright red
and tried to apologize.

   "I've had worse stuff on my hands," Elaine assured him.  "Remember, I'm
a gynecologist."

   "There's a sink over there, and towels," Kathy pointed out.  "I've asked
for a shower in here, but doubt I'll get it before I graduate."

   While it was just Greg and me cleaning each other up I asked him what he
thought about Kathy going to the dance with us.

   "A threesome?  Sounds kinky."

   I confess.  I've totally corrupted him.

   "Could be," I agreed suggestively, giving him a surreptitious fondling.
We were still naked and I loved playing with him.

   "Do you want to ask her, or should I?" he asked.

   The thought of going into the dance in that gorgeous dress with a
handsome lover on one arm, a beautiful one on the other, had my innards
doing flips.

   "You ask.  That way she'll know you're okay with it."

   "Tomorrow," he agreed, "when I can get her alone."

   After we dressed Kathy headed off in her car while Greg and I cuddled in
the back seat of Mom's car with Elaine riding shotgun.  I was dying to know
where we were going but didn't want to ask until after we let Greg out at
his place.

   "Drindy says I need to know what color your dress is so I can get you a
corsage.  She wants to see you in it, too."

   "I'm dying to see it," Elaine put in from the front seat.

   "You'll both have to wait," I answered primly, enjoying the suspense. 
"It's a surprise."

   "It's red," Mom put in.  "It is dark red.  It is gorgeous, and very,
very sexy," she said as we pulled up in front of Greg's house.  "I'd
suggest a white wrist corsage."

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Walker.  See you tomorrow, Dee."

   I grabbed him for a kiss.  "See you," I assured him after a brief
spit-swap.  He and Drindy lived in a nice ranch house in a newer section of
town.  I'd visited with them, of course, had dinner there.  His folks were
real nice and seemed to like me, but drew the line at letting me stay the
night.  They're kinda traditional in that way.

   "Where are we going?" I asked Mom when we pulled away.

   "Elaine's house," Mom answered.  "It's not far."

   "Elaine's house?  What happened to her apartment?"

   "I moved," Elaine answered.

   "You moved?  What?  When?  Where?" I was -- what's that word I just
learned?  -- gobsmacked.  I was gobsmacked.  For as long as I'd known her
she'd had a nice cozy two bedroom apartment conveniently near her office.

   All of a sudden I got -- what?  Maybe a little nervous?  A little
excited?  A lot of both?  Something was up, alright, something that
explained the shared looks at dinner last night, the car sharing during the
day.  It all came together in my mind with a mighty crash and suddenly I
wasn't sure how I felt about it.

   "Here," Mom announced, pulling into the driveway of a suburban split
level.  It was huge.

   "I hope you got the commission, Mom," I blurted out.  Mercifully, they
both laughed.

   "I made sure she did," Elaine answered.  "Come on, let me show you
around."

   I was gaping as I got out and followed them up to the door.  The
plantings were gorgeous, the lawn like a putting green.  It was the height
of suburban propriety, with white siding, black shutters flanking the
windows, a big picture window looking out on the street.  The attached
garage was big enough for two cars.  The opposite end was the split-level,
as big as Mom's and my whole house -- bigger.

   Elaine let us in and I was in a daze as I followed them around.

   "Well, what do you think?" Elaine asked when we were back in the living
room.

   It was all a blur to me.  I was trying to get my mind around the fact
that Elaine owned this.  It had four bedrooms, and four and a half baths --
counting the one out in the pool-house, that is.

   Yeah it had a pool.  A big one.  I knew she liked to swim, so that
didn't bother me.

   But I could think of only one reason she'd buy a place with four
bedrooms.  I wasn't stupid.  I knew perfectly well what was going down.  I
just wasn't sure how to deal with it.  It was my fondest hope for Mom,
but....

   "Anyone need a snack?  Something to drink?" Elaine asked cheerily as Mom
took my hand and guided me around a coffee table to sit with her on a
really comfortable sofa.  It was long enough to hold a bowling alley.

   "Lemonade?" I asked hopefully.  My mouth was dry.

   Mom requested some wine, which didn't surprise me.  I could tell she was
real nervous.

   This room alone was as big as our living room and dining room put
together.  The walls were an off-white, the furniture was elegant and
comfortable, the pictures on the wall tasteful.  I suspected it was quality
stuff.  There was even a real fireplace at one end of the room, and a fake
fur throw in front of it that was positively seductive.

   But the whole thing didn't quite have the feel of a real home.  Yet.

   "So, what do you think?" Elaine asked, coming back with the drinks and a
nicely made up plate of carrot and celery sticks, some chunks of cheese, a
cup of dip in the center.  She'd been prepared.

   The lemonade cut the dust, but I still had to clear my throat as I
reached for a carrot.  "It's beautiful."

   "Thank you."

   After a swallow of wine Mom was twirling the stemmed glass between her
fingers.  I thought of letting her off the hook, but decided against it.  I
was wrestling with a swirl of emotions as I munched the carrot.

   She turned half sideways toward me and took a deep breath.  "Elaine has
asked me -- us, that is -- to move in with her, here."

   I nodded numbly, swallowing hard.

   "I told her that I had to ask you," she went on nervously.

   "Your bedroom would be the smaller one that looks out on the pool,"
Elaine put in, earning a sharp look from Mom.  "It has its own bathroom and
everything."

   I shot her a look of my own.  I do not take kindly to bribery.

   "If you want it," she added lamely, suddenly unsure of herself and as
nervous as Mom.

   I gave her a curt nod, my mind in a terrible jumble.  I knew what this
meant to Mom, and I was all in favor of that.  Mom had been alone long
enough.  Too long.  And I really liked Elaine, in spite of -- or maybe even
because of -- her kinks.  The decision was a no-brainer, or should have
been.

   But suddenly I was faced with leaving the only home I'd ever known, the
home I'd grown up in, that wonderful, familiar, safe, cozy place.  I knew
every scratch and scrape and ding, which ones were mine and which ones were
Carl's.  I knew the neighborhood, the yards with the friendly dogs, the
holes in the fences, the back ways, the streets, the sidewalks down to the
last crack, the storm drain where I'd lost my favorite ball, the places
where I'd played hide'n'seek, the yards where Missy and me'd played tag.

   Missy and me.  Missy!  Where Missy, my best and dearest friend, was just
down the street, within walking distance.  Where we'd had sleepovers so
often that one bedroom felt just as comfortable to us as the other.  It was
where she'd talked me down off the garage roof, where she'd gotten help
when I broke my leg, where if I called she'd come, and vice versa, and be
there in minutes, where we'd walked to school together for it seemed ever.

   I couldn't walk to school from here with her, or jog with her like we
were.  I might have to ride the bus, like Greg did!  And she'd stop jogging
if I wasn't there for her!

   We're only a block or two from Greg, The Stick reminded me.

   Shit!  Whose side are you on?  I asked.  The Stick fell stubbornly
silent.

   On the other hand, I was also being presented with a dream house,
complete with a pool that I would die for, and Mom's happiness.

   "What about Carl?" I asked, grasping at straws to save me from having to
make a decision.

   "I'll ask him, too, of course," Mom said.  "But he's already left home.
He's in college."

   She sighed.  "I'm not worried about him.  I'm worried about you."

   "What if he says no?"

   "Do you think he'll say no?"

   I shook my head, knowing he wouldn't.  I almost felt like crying.  I
knew how much such a move would mean to Mom, how much she loved Elaine. 
And this house -- it was light and airy and the room I'd have was at least
half again as big as the one I had now and it looked down on the pool, and
the bottom of the split level, under the bedrooms was a playroom, and there
was a beautiful kitchen I could cook in, when I had the time.

   And there was the pool, The Stick reminded me.

   But on the other side I felt safe and comfortable in my old familiar
little nest, the familiar neighborhood, and the nearness of the bestest
friend I'd ever had.

   Mom put the wine down on the coffee table and put an arm around me and
cuddled me, and I rested my head on her shoulder.  "You don't have to
decide right now," she whispered comfortingly.  "I want you to take your
time, and think about it.  Can you do that, please?"

   I nodded.  I needed someone to talk to, someone I could trust to talk
sense.

   "Can I have Missy over for a sleepover tonight?"

   Mom gave me a big hug and kissed my head.  "Of course you can."

   Which was how I wound up in my own comfortable, familiar bed with my
first love, skin to skin, sharing secrets under the covers like we'd done
so many times in the past, talking it all out in the darkness.

   Really, there wasn't much to talk out.  I knew what the decision had to
be.  But we talked and cuddled for a long time.  There was nothing sexual,
no lust, just clinging to her while I cried and she cried and we cried,
while she tried to comfort me, because she told me what I already knew,
that there was only one possible answer.  And it wasn't because of the big,
beautiful house.  It wasn't because of the playroom downstairs.  It wasn't
even because of the beautiful pool.

   It was because of Mom and how much Elaine had come to mean to her -- and
to me, I had to admit.

   So Missy and me told each other lies about how she'd come over to see me
often, and I'd come to see her often, both of us knowing it wasn't that
easy since we didn't drive yet and it was clear across town, a long bike
ride with lots of traffic, and I made her promise to keep jogging, that
somehow we'd both jog, thinking of each other as we did.

   "How soon?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Soon, I s'pose.  Mom'll want to put this place on the
market." Just the thought of someone else living here brought another wave
of tears and Missy held me close, her familiar scent wafting around me. 
She was warm and comforting, and I couldn't help feeling stirrings in me,
but batted them back down, knowing how she felt.

   "So," she asked after a long time.  "I know Greg asked you.  Did you
find a dress for the dance yet?"

   I knew she was changing the subject, and was grateful, and I started to
babble.  That led to the revelation that it was Heather who had helped me
find the dress, which opened a whole 'nother can of worms I wished it
hadn't.  I felt her stiffen.

   "You don't like her."

   "I hate her," she admitted, pulling away from me.

   "She's -- not as bad as you think."

   "Oh?  Worse maybe?  I'm tired of being called 'slut butt' by that pack
of bitches."

   Shit.  I couldn't blame her.

   I didn't want to go into Heather's troubles, I really, really didn't, I
couldn't!  But somehow I had to justify myself.  I didn't want this to
become a wedge between Missy and me, so I tried to come up with a way to
explain without revealing any secrets.  It was right about then that I
realized that keeping secrets was just another kind of a lie, really, and
just as hard to deal with, but I couldn't break my promise to Heather.

   "There are reasons she's the way she is," was all I could finally say.
"Get her away from that hive of hers and she can be a nice person.  It's
complicated."

   "What's complicated about being a vicious bitch?"

   I tried changing the subject.  "Did you know she doesn't have a date for
the dance?"

   "Serves her right."

   I could feel Missy looking at me in the dark.  She knew me.  "Don't you
dare tell me you're going to try to fix her up with someone."

   "All right, I won't tell you that," I retorted sullenly.

   She sighed, and drew me back against her.  She knew me so well.  "You
know, don't you, that would be a terrible mistake?"

   "How so?"

   She thought a minute.  "Do you remember that stupid Teen Town show we
used to watch?  Remember the one when Jody needed a date, only no one would
ask her and everyone she asked turned her down?  So her brother secretly
offered to do ...  what's his name, the red headed guy?"

   "Murph.  God I had a crush on Murph!"

   "Right.  And on Jody, too."

   "You noticed?"

   "Of course I noticed.  I saw how you looked at her."

   "You were jealous!" I accused her gleefully.

   "No I wasn't!  Well, yes I was," she admitted.  "Anyway, I crushed on
Jake.  But that's not the point.  Remember when Willis offered to do
Murph's homework if he'd ask Jody out?  Remember what happened?"

   I remembered.  "Jody found out, and...."

   "And she was crushed, and hurt worse than ever, and it all turned into a
horrible mess.  And that's what'll happen if you so much as whisper to
anyone that you'd like them to ask Heather out."

   I was stubbornly silent, even though I knew she was right.

   "You know she'd find out you'd asked someone to ask her, and she'd feel
awful.  And worse, what do you think'll happen to her if it gets around she
doesn't have a date?  You know the moment you ask someone, it'll get out.
And don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut."

   "You think if I asked someone he'd ask her?"

   I felt her shrug.  "Probably, if you asked someone desperate enough. 
She may be a bitch, but she's pretty, and sexy...."

   I thought of how she couldn't even let a guy touch her at this point.

   "But you know it would all go wrong, that it's as bad as a lie.  And
maybe, if everyone -- meaning you -- just stops trying to help and it
happens naturally, it's no harm no foul.  But if you butt in, then the word
will get around, and a lot of someones will be laughing at her behind her
back, maybe even to her face.  Much as I hate her even I don't want to see
that."

   Suddenly that new German word I'd learned -- Schadenfreude -- made sense
to me.  I felt sick just thinking of Heather being the target of it.

   As if she read my mind, Missy drew me even closer, pressing me against
her soft, warm body.  "Dee, you've got to get over this idea that you can
solve all the problems of the world.  You tried to help me and look how
that turned out."

   "It turned out alright in the end," I pointed out.

   "Just barely.  What do you think will happen if Heather's 'hive' as you
call it finds out she's been cozy with you?"

   I hadn't told Missy just how cozy we'd been, but I saw her point.

   "And do you really think the Lunch Bunch won't take it out on you, if
they find out?" she continued.

   I sighed.  Missy was talking sense, for a change.  "Okay, I'll butt out.
You're right -- for a change."

   "Thanks a lot," she said giving me a giggle and a hug.  "Now, let's get
some sleep."

   "Do you have a date?" I dared ask.

   "Yep."

   "Who???"

   "You'll see," she answered smugly.  "Now go to sleep!"

   For a time I worried about Heather, but admitted to myself that Missy
was right.  I couldn't do anything.

   Missy's warmth cuddled up to me finally overcame that and I found myself
thinking of a new home, with two Moms who were always together for me, and
my own swimming pool, and I slept.  [DF1]