Dee Does MS 1 By peregrinf Never let it be said that I cannot snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Rather than indulge in false modesty, I am forced to admit that my performance in motivating The Dirty Dozen to shoulder their responsibilities as sexuality mentors to their classmates was magnificent. I had saved the day. Not only that, I had guided John Patterson to a sympathetic ear, giving at least the hope that he'd find relief from his demons. Of course, such frankness, such honesty, also demands that I admit that almost immediately I totally screwed up. In fact, I pulled probably my most bone-headed stunt since the time I tried to paint a cat black, planning on releasing it across the path of a boy who had offended me. The cat escaped -- unharmed -- but I still have scars. My downfall began when we, that is, me, my BFF Missy and her beau Mike, pulled off The Great Escape, ditching afternoon classes by the simplest of subterfuges -- strolling casually past the school's main office. We simply walked out the front door, planning to go to Missy's supposedly unoccupied house. Why didn't they STOP us?! No, I can't blame it on the authorities' lack of diligence. The fault is mine, and mine alone. While we hadn't actually discussed what we were going to do with our freedom, we all had the same idea. After all, given the morning we'd had we were horny. But to continue, the first snag we hit was when we got within sight of Missy's house. Her mom's car was in the driveway. No way could we explain why we were not in school. We fell back to regroup, huddling behind a hedge. "My place," I suggested. "No one is home." "No one's home at my place," Mike countered. I smiled my wicked smile. "Yeah, but at my place we don't even need to worry if someone does come home." I came to wish I had never uttered those words. "We don't?" Mike looked surprised. Missy giggled. "Her mom's cool with anything." "Anything?" He squeaked. Was his voice changing, or had he just swallowed a harmonica? "Anything!" Missy and I chorused. Which, now that I think about it, makes my mom sound like she doesn't care, which is NOT true. Not true AT ALL! She does care, very much. Which, unless you've been paying attention to only the sexy parts of the preceding narrative, you already know. It's just that she has an open mind when it comes to sex, within limits. But I did not think of that at the time. My mouth was out of control. My body was out of control. Okay, I'm forced to admit that I was in thrall to my hormones, not that that excuses anything. "We could even spend the whole NIGHT together," I announced. The thought made my tingler tingle even more. "Slumber party!" Missy whispered conspiratorially. Mike gulped. "Slumber party?" My eyebrow was cocked and loaded. "Chicken?" I challenged. "No!" He squeaked, cleared his throat, coughed, and tried again. "No," he repeated in his best grown up voice. Then he dug into his pocket. "Uh -- I got these," he choked out, holding out a handful of CONDOMS! I almost asked if he was a Boy Scout. Talk about being prepared! Ohmygosh! "Where'd you get those?" Missy asked. "Uh, Ms Andrews, uh, kinda forgot 'em, so I grabbed 'em," he ventured. "Planning a big weekend?" I asked wickedly. Missy had her hands on her hips, glaring at Mike. "You...!" She drew a deep breath. "What were you thinking? You didn't even think to ask me?" He blushed. "I ... I ... well! It's just in case, I didn't assume anything, I just thought, in case...." Then she jumped him, wrapped her arms around him and knocked him flat. "I LOVE YOU!" And she tried to eat his face as they rolled on the grass. But I worried. "Uh -- are you sure you want me along? I mean, like you guys are ...." They unstuck their lips. "YES!" they answered together. "It's not just 'cause -- uh -- my house is available?" Unwrapping herself from Mike and sitting up, Missy planted her fists on her hips again, while Mike fidgeted nervously. "Dee! I can't believe you'd say something like that! What kind of a person do you think I am?" I felt like I was being a total shit. "I'm sorry." "Oh, come on!" She got up and wrapped her arms around me. "This is me, remember? Let's go this way, in case mom is looking out the window." Well, the best laid plans, and all that! We got to my house and I realized my key was in my backpack, which was locked in my locker back at school. Now what? If I'd been the superstitious sort I might have viewed the hurdles we'd already encountered as omens, and suggested this was a Bad Idea and that we should get back to school before our absence was noticed. I should have, but I didn't. Instead I wound up breaking into my own house! Don't ask me how, that's my own secret, involving some Spiderman-ish attributes I had acquired during my athletic career. I hurried downstairs to open the back door for them, and we tumbled into the kitchen in a cascade of giggles, the emptiness of the house titillating. "Anyone want some brownies and milk?" I asked. "NO!" they both answered. "This way," Missy ordered, grabbing Mike's hand, and he grabbed mine and we thundered and stumbled up the stairs to my bedroom, where we tore each other's clothes off. And I know we'd spent one period a day for the last five days naked together, but we all stood there, looking at each other, and Missy looked at Mike, at me, back at Mike, and I could see the raw lust between them. Standing beside the welcoming expanse of my carefully made bed, Missy was breathing hard, her budding titties rising and falling. Mike's cock was rampant, his hands opening and closing as if he could barely restrain himself from fondling the voluptuous object of his desires. Voluptuous. Another great word from Language Arts, though not one generally associated with the works of E. A. Poe. "Do you mind if we...?" Missy sort of waved vaguely. I shook my head. "No." The word was barely out of my mouth before they wrapped their arms around each other. I wanted to cry, but not because I felt left out, but because I was so happy for them as they melted into each others arms. They were so beautiful together, Missy soft and round and pink, and Mike trim and fit. Missy's arms measuring his torso, his hands stroking her back, down to her well rounded rump, his cock trapped between them. They were so engrossed with each other, in a tight lip lock, it took only a gentle nudge from me to tumble them together on my bed, hands all over each other as they kissed very deeply, very wetly, for very long before coming up for air. "Do you want to?" Mike asked her fearfully. She looked into his eyes. "Yes, oh yes, I do." Face it. All three of us were as horny as goats, after all we'd been through this morning, to say nothing of this past week. No way were they going to stop at this point! "But ...." Mike fumbled around, looking for something. I'd already raided his pants pocket. I tore open a condom packet. "Here," I said softly. "You do it," Missy suggested a little fearfully. So I rolled the condom down over Mike's jutting hard on, leaving, as prescribed, a little reservoir at the tip for his spillings. Missy lay back, spreading her fleshy thighs to cradle him, and he awkwardly moved between them, poking blindly, until I reached between them and aimed his cock at her very ready opening. I sank down on my knees beside the bed as he hesitantly pushed into her, and she welcomed him, her hips rising. They slowly fitted together as if they were made for each other. Which, of course, they were. Kneeling on the floor by the bed, I watched enviously as my former unrequited heart throb sank his dick into my BFF, and she welcomed it. Oh, what must it feel like, I wondered, to have that warm, hard shaft filling her? He moved with surprisingly restrained gentleness, pumping his cock in her cunt, her hands clutching at his back before sliding down to cup his firm butt cheeks. There was no restraint from her. With her grip and her moans she urged him to plumb her depths, having sacrificed her virginity to my mom's vibrator only the night before. I might as well not have been there at this point, they were so wrapped up in each other, in this wonderful joining. I had to satisfy my own juicy cunt with one finger, then two as he pumped and pumped and pumped in her ravenous pussy. No way it could last long, as keyed up as they were. The pace quickened, Missy's legs tangling with his to lock them together. He was making little chirping sounds as he speeded up, and she was panting, panting, panting until she suddenly went rigid, stiffening, squeezing her eyes shut, whimpering. One more stroke and he was as rigid as she was, trying to drill his cock right through her. His ass was going clench, clench, clench, clench and I knew he was filling the condom with his hot seed, and all I could do was press my cheek against the bed, my fingers buried in my own cunt, my pussy spasming sympathetically as my tears, and undoubtedly Missy's juices, stained the bedspread. When they'd relaxed, I reached to touch them. Missy reached for me, dragged me up on to the bed so we could all snuggle together, sharing the afterglow. She kissed my tears away. "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered. "So glad." "Me, too," I admitted. Mike surprised us be starting to move in her again. "No! Wait!" Missy protested. "But I'm...." Missy worked and squirmed. "I know! I know! But Dee...!" "Me?!" "Dee?" Mike asked as Missy pushed at him. "Yes, Dee!" she insisted. "But I'm...." "Shut up! You know you want to!" "Fresh condom?" Mike asked. "Forget it! That one's still good, isn't it? And you're still hard." There was a silly, giggled tangle of arms and legs, and Mike found himself on his back, me straddling him, looking down at his condom covered, still rock-hard cock, wondering if it could handle a second load, wondering if I could handle his bulk. Then Mike took control, rolling me over on my back, and the matter was no longer in my hands as he sank his cock into my wet and willing twat, the condom well lubed by Missy's juices. Oh God! He filled me, and filled me so full, and I knew, I knew, now, what it was like to have someone, a man, inside me, and he filled me, again, and again, and again, and I did like it, I did, I did, I did, and I was climbing and climbing and climbing with every stroke until the wave broke over me and I was swept along by my orgasm, only vaguely aware of his cumming until he went bonelessly limp on top of me, and Missy was embracing us both. While Mike was still catching his breath, my lips sought Missy's and we kissed, and kissed, and I felt such love for her that when Mike carefully withdrew it was totally natural for Missy and me to tangle together. I heard Mike mumble something as he left, and I heard a toilet flush, and water running, and then he was back, and the three of us just bundled together on the bed for the longest time, dozing and cuddling until the calls of nature roused us. "I'm hungry," I announced after using mom's bathroom. So it was down to the kitchen, for a naked snack of brownies and milk. We'd settled down and were stoking our fires, when.... "I thought I'd find you here." "Uh oh. Busted!" I responded around a mouthful of brownie. "Hi, bro!" Missy and Mike "eeeped!" and tried to cover themselves. "Don't bother, he's seen it all," I assured them. "Remember?" "I'll call off the dogs," Carl announced, going for the phone. Only then did I see the message waiting light blinking on the answering machine. I got a sort of sick feeling in my stomach, reality intruding. Somehow I knew it was the school, calling Mom to let her know I was missing classes. "We're in trouble, aren't we." I wondered how many rules we had broken. "Yes, but I'll call Ms Andrews and get her to call of the dogs," he answered. "Yes, they're here, they're fine. More than fine, I'd say." He barked a humorless laugh as he studied us. "Probably. I'll check." He covered the phone with his hand. "Did you use any of the condoms she misplaced?" Mike blushed, and nodded. "They did," he told her. "How many?" he asked us. "That's none of your business. We still have some left," I told him. "But we've got plans for them, so you can't have any." He rolled his eyes and told her. She said something back we couldn't hear. "Well, the deed has been done, I'd say, but I don't think they want to go into details." "How's John?" I asked him to ask her, but she must have heard me. "He's okay," Carl relayed. "He's gonna be getting some long term help." "Tell her thanks." "Dee says thanks. Yeah," he said to her. "I know that's all you can say. You're welcome. I'll tell them." "Tell us what?" "Her office, Monday morning, before the opening bell. All three of you." Then he was gone, and we were left looking at each other. I looked at the clock. It was too late to go back to school at this point. My backpack -- all our backpacks -- were locked up for the weekend, with all our homework in them. I wasn't sure about Missy and Mike, but even if it were possible I didn't have the guts to risk going back for mine at this point. Shit! The Stick was ominously silent. No help there. I suddenly realized how royally I had screwed up. We all did. "I think we'd better go," Missy said softly. Mike nodded his agreement. I nodded gloomily. "Yeah." Together we made our way back up stairs and they dressed. The wet spots on the bedspread, as well as the smears left by our filthy feet after wandering the school halls barefoot, gave mute testimony to our activities. After we'd kissed good-bye, I bundled the spread, and my sheets, also a casualty, into the washer and got it started. Then I sat down to contemplate my options. No. On second thought I realized I had no options, so I contemplated my sins, instead. I'd gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. All I could do was sit there on my bed, feeling like a total shit. I'd cut school. I'd gotten who knows how many people worried. Worst of all, I'd let Mom down. "No one of the opposite sex here if no one else is home," had been an unbreakable rule for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure when it had been relaxed for Carl, but I sure knew it still applied to me. And yes, I knew full well that while the letter of the law had been followed, there'd been three of us, the spirit had been trampled underfoot -- or perhaps under cock and balls -- whatever. Shit. The roll of quarters I owed the nasty jar was nothing compared to what I faced. I trudged into the bathroom and showered, trying to feel clean, the muck off my feet swirling down the drain along with my innocence. Yeah, right. Innocence my ass. I was finishing remaking my bed when I heard Mom get home, heard her heading up the stairs. My door was open. I don't know where Carl was. He'd probably gone over to Beth's to avoid the bloodshed that was to come. "Oh! You're dressed!" At this point she knew nothing, of course. She'd check the answering machine eventually and the shit would hit the fan. I nodded, shrugged, not looking at her as I smoothed the freshly washed and dried spread. I'd dressed, as if clothing could armor me against what was to come, knowing full well it wouldn't. "Is something wrong?" I nodded. "I need to talk with you." She looked worried. "Can it wait until I get comfortable?" I wished it could wait forever, as far as I was concerned, but knew that wasn't an option. "Yeah. Take your time." Not that Carl would tell, and I don't think Ms Andrews would say anything, either. But for me, not 'fessing up would be equivalent to lying to my mother. That would destroy our relationship, and I treasured that more than anything else in the world. "Well, I'm going to get out of my work clothes. Come downstairs to the kitchen when you're ready." I dallied as long as I could, but I finally couldn't find anything more that needed fixing, nothing more to rearrange, nothing to put away. I'd even grabbed my dirty underpants and dusted. Gathering my resources, I trudged down the stairs. "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked gently. I was surprised to see she was dressed, if only in her sweats, instead of the nudity that had become the norm for the house. The light on the answering machine was out. She knew. She knew, but she was waiting for me to 'fess up. My mouth was dry as ashes, but nothing was going to wash them away, so I shook my head and sat down opposite her. "Where's Carl, is he here?" I shook my head. "No. He and Beth, well, the class was fine. Real good, in fact. He's probably at Beth's." "I have to admit, I had my concerns about the class. Carl and Beth didn't really let me in on what they had planned, but I trusted him and Beth, and Ms Andrews. She seems awfully nice." "She is," I agreed, not forgetting what I'd done to her trust as well. I finally just blurted out, "I screwed up." And the whole story of my afternoon came tumbling out, starting with sneaking out of school, cutting classes, forgetting my backpack and everything, to being here with Missy and Mike. And yes, I remembered that Ms Andrews had given me the afternoon off, but I also know she hadn't meant I could leave school without notifying the office. And Mike and Missy didn't have her blessing at all. I didn't blame them, didn't mention that the whole thing had originally been their idea. I wasn't going to do that to them. I could have said "no." I should have said "no." "Ms Andrews sorta said I could have the afternoon off, but -- I guess I took it too far," I admitted. Mom was silent for a long, long time, while I just huddled across the table from her, waiting for the sky to fall. Finally I couldn't stand the silence any longer. "I'm sorry," I whispered, while tears trickled down my cheeks. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately, crying. "And what, exactly, did go on upstairs, that you were changing your bed?" I'd sort of glossed over the details on that particular scene. I sighed. "Well, none of us is a virgin any longer," I admitted. "Mike twice over, I guess you could say." That got her. She turned pale. "Oh, Dee. You're only twelve!" "I'll be thirteen in three weeks," I pointed out, looking up. She gave me her "don't quibble" look, and I dropped my eyes. "My little girl," she sighed. "And what about you and Missy? The three of you? How's that going to work?" I shook my head. "It won't," I admitted. "I won't say that what I got was a pity fuck, he made love to Missy first, but I know it won't work. Missy and Mike, well, they just belong together, and while Missy and I had something, well, she's not really interested in me that way." I thought of my life without her, and a tear trickled down my cheek again. "You'll still be friends," Mom suggested. "But it won't be the same. I know it won't be the same." I began to cry again. "Oh, Dee, come here," she invited tenderly, sliding her chair back, and I went around the table and she gathered me into her lap and held me while I bawled. "I'm so sorry," I apologized when I'd cried myself out. It wasn't even the having sex with Mike that troubled me, and her. I'd broken the rules. She didn't say anything, just held me, rocking me, and I wondered what she was thinking. "Do you think you're gay?" she asked, startling me. "You know it won't matter to me, but I just...." "I don't know," I answered. "I just know I love Missy so much, and I want her to be happy, so I know I have to let her go." "You'll still be friends," she repeated, "but you're right, it won't be the same." I think we both knew we were dodging the central issue, what I'd done. "Are you mad at me?" "Yes," she admitted softly. "Of course I am. You know the rules." I nodded. "And I'm sorry about -- about what went on upstairs. You're so young. You could have waited. Did you use protection?" I nodded. "Yes." "Thank God. Missy's had her first period. I know you haven't yet, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee you're not already fertile." "I know." "Darling, you are still so young," she pointed out. "I can't help thinking that maybe the sex ed class was a mistake, if this is what it leads to." "No, don't blame the class," I pleaded. "Carl and Beth and Ms Andrews did everything they could. There are some kids already doing it in 6th grade, and they don't know anything about protection or anything. Carl and Beth tried to teach us that there are other ways -- oral sex, or masturbation -- that are safer. I don't know why we did it." She stroked my head. That always made me feel so good, the way her hand ruffled my unruly hair back off my forehead, and it tumbled back down again when her hand passed, her warm, tender touch. "I know why," she admitted. "Because your glands got ahead of you. You're young and your hormones are running wild.... I haven't forgotten what it was to be your age." I just rested there in her lap, my head on her shoulder. That's how tall I was now. I remembered resting my head on her bosom, but I was past that. I was almost as tall as she was now, but I still felt very small. "Well, one thing I know. I'm going to make an appointment for you with a gynecologist next week." "Yes'm," I agreed, remembering Beth's display in the hands of her gyno, Dr. Smathers. I was not looking forward to the appointment. It all seemed sort of icky to me. "Dr. Smathers, she's Beth's doctor, she seems awfully nice," I suggested. "She -- uh -- showed us how it's done when she showed us Beth's insides, in the class." "Did she now? Well, if that's who you like, I'll see if I can get you in, even though it's not an emergency." "Okay," I agreed in a whisper. "Thank you." "Now, maybe you could get up. You're not as light as you used to be, my leg is going to sleep, and I think I need something a little stronger than tea." I got up, wondering if that was it. The sky hadn't fallen. Yet. "Oh, and as of now, you're grounded, for the next week," she announced, not looking at me as she reached for the wine and a glass. "Direct to school, direct home, no TV, no phone, computer only for school work. And kitchen duty for the week, too. Understood?" "Yes'm," I agreed. "I have to see Ms Andrews before school on Monday, too. The three of us do." "So, she knows?" "Uh huh. I don't know how she found out we'd skipped, but she sent Carl to find us, and he called and told her where we were, and what we'd done." "Who got the condoms?" "I'd rather not say." She waited a minute, but I held my ground, not wanting to get Mike or Ms Andrews in trouble. "We'll leave it at that," she assented at last. "I guess it doesn't really matter. At least you were smart enough to use them. Dinner at the usual time. And you start your kitchen duty tonight. Stroganoff, on noodles, please." "Yes'm." I turned and slogged my way upstairs, knowing I had a repair job to do on my relationship with Mom and with Ms Andrews, and even with Carl. I felt like I'd been -- like -- a total Benedict Arnold. Stand tall, The Stick whispered to me. Oh shut up, I told her. Where were you when I needed you? How could I have been so stupid? How could I possibly have been so stupid. Some leader I was. Shit.