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Stars 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month (hopefully)

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

I feel compelled to apologize in advance for this story... --deirdre

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to repost, to make available online, and to publish
in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups if attributed to deirdre.
Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this
type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Stars 
by deirdre, 1/13/96

* * *

"She's out by the water." It was one of Donna's friends telling me. I
recognized her but didn't remember her name. The girl directed me to
the door out to the back yard and I left.

Well I was glad to leave: everyone in the family room had been paired
off in couples--they were ignoring me, but I had trouble ignoring what
they were doing. It was awfully dark in the back yard--I think they had
the lights out on purpose. Some of them had been a bit undressed, and
in some cases, it wasn't just couples!

Well I walked carefully back from the house toward the water. I
wondered whether I would be intruding on Donna. And someone. Well, what
else could I do? I'd had her car and I had to either pick her up or one
of us would have to walk home. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light of
the stars as I came nearer to the water's side. I saw a couple,
sitting, looking out over the water, and wondered if it were Donna.

So should I accost every couple until I find her? How do I end up in
these situations? FInally, I just moved close-by, waiting to hear
something. I stood by a tree, but they just sat there, not saying
anything. I should whisper Donna's name loud enough that they could
hear it.

Well I didn't. I finally sat quietly, leaning against the tree, near
the water. It *was* a very beautiful night--Craig and I ought to be
sitting out here. But Craig had a long way to go before we'd do
something like this. I ended up just sitting there, actually enjoying
the peace.

"I think I see her." It was a low voice from the couple. I was almost
sure it was Donna. "Yes, that's definitely her," continued the female.
And ironically, with that I became certain she was Donna. I didn't know
who she was there with. She'd gone off to this party with some of her
high-school friends who I assume she hadn't seen all the while she was
off at college. Well, they certainly seemed to be, um, casual about
their relationships here.

"What's she doing?" came a male voice, also just above a whisper.

"She's kissing him," answered Donna.

"*Really*?" He definitely sounded surprised.

"Yes, she is. They're *definitely* going at it."

Well the guy responded with a quiet little laugh. "She's old enough to
be his *mother*."

"Not quite *that* old."

"Well, if she had'm young. I can't believe she's doing this. Do you
think she's drunk?"

"No, I don't think so. She didn't seem it."

"But who would have ever guessed it. She's definitely married, isn't
she?"

"I think she's got a couple of kids."

"How'd you all get her to come anyway?"

"Oh, we had to work on her--we told her she *deserved* a break."

"Well, I have to admit, that after a couple of drinks, she certainly
seems to fit right in! What're they doing now?"

"Oh god!"

"What!"

"She's kneeling in front of him!"

Well, the guy didn't answer. I wondered why. Then I heard Donna go on:
"She's *doing* it!"

"What!"

"Oh yes, she is: she's sucking him off!"

"I've got to see!" I heard movement. Then I heard his voice again: "I
don't believe it." The response was a low female giggle. "My God, she
was his teacher just two years ago!"

Well, I sat there, stunned. A teacher from *our* high school? One who
would act like that? "She is *really* into it!" continued the guy. I
could hear awe in his voice.

Then there was silence. But I could just see them staring. I didn't
know who the guy was, but I had the image in mind. Finally I heard
Donna: "Do you think *you'd* like that?"

A little laugh. "You mean *her*?"

"No! Uh, what *do* you think of her."

"Oh, she's pretty good. But no *you*."

"Let's try something," I heard Donna say. Then there was movement, and
a little giggle. For some reason, I didn't want to hear this and I
quietly stood up and walked away. I looked back at the water under the
starlight, and thought again about me and Craig, then I turned back for
the house.

On the way, I realized that things were likely to be just as
embarrassing in the family room I had just come through. I stood a
moment at the back door, wondering what to do, but finally entered. I'd
have to wait a bit for Donna.

Fortunately, things seemed a little less hot--a bunch of people were
sitting around talking, though there was one couple in the corner who
seemed to be oblivious to everyone else. And I heard giggles from
upstairs.

"Did you find Donna?" asked the girl I'd talked to before.

"I didn't want to disturb her," I answered and the girl giggled. They
seemed willing to have me sit in with them. I sat in a chair in the
corner, figuring I'd just keep my mouth shut. They offered me a beer,
but I turned it down. Then they went back to their talking.

Well I just sat there, listening to their sometimes-inane comments,
when finally the back door opened. I looked up to see if it were Donna
returning. It was one of my teachers, Ms. Keys!

I kind-of sank back into the corner, feeling suddenly panicky that she
might see me. I couldn't believe that it was her, coming in like that
with that college guy! She looked kind of giggly--I'd *never* seen her
like that!

Someone gave them beers and after a swallow, they locked in embrace
right there. So far, I didn't have to worry about her seeing me: I
wasn't in any sort of conspicuous position, and she seemed focused on
the others. And the guy, and the beer.

I continued to watch from the corner of the room. I couldn't keep my
eyes off her! She drank beer and joked with them. And she and the guy
were all over each other: they'd stop and kiss for a second right in
front of the others. And she kissed another guy the same way! Finally a
few of them went upstairs in a group.

I wondered about it. Who knows how wild things were up there, or maybe
they were just talking and joking around. I wanted to know what was
happening, but I wasn't going to follow them! What if she saw me?

After she left, the ones who stayed in the room started talking about
her: "I can't believe she came--how'd Adrienne and Donna convince her?"
"I don't know, I guess her husband was out and she came on a lark."
"Who would have believed the way she's acting?" And it went on.

And on. I sat there, waiting for Donna. And for Ms. Keys to come down
again. It still seemed impossible to me the way she was acting.

She came down. She was back in the room, holding onto the wall. Once
again, I shrank back into the corner though it was probably more mental
than physical. "Where's that boy I was with?" she asked.

"Wasn't he up there with you?" asked one of the girls.

"He left. I think." I realized she looked a little unsteady. "He was,
uh, *real nice*, but *you* look nice too." She was smiling at one of
the other guys! "I should call Sheryl. I want that boy again."

"Maybe you should sit down a minute."

"OK." She sat down on an ottoman. "Sheryl should be here. And I should
get Bibi to come. Where's the phone?" It struck me that Sheryl was Mrs.
Wood's name--one of the other teachers at school! I didn't know about
any teacher named Bibi, but there could be one.

"Are you ready to go home, Ms. Keys?" one of the girls asked her, and
it was obvious that she thought Ms. Keys should do just that. Ms. Keys
just looked at her. I couldn't tell if she were confused, or angry or
what. "Why don't we get someone to drive you home?"

"I'm OK."

"Trust me, won't you?" and the girl pulled on her arm to get her to
stand, then stood there, holding her, steadying her. "Someone will
drive you." She was looking around the room.

"You could drive her, couldn't you?" It was the girl next to me,
talking to me! "It'll only be a minute--Donna won't mind."

"Uh, I'd better not..." I didn't want to do it.

"Come on, we'll get her out to your car." And she stood up and started
talking to the other girl. The waved me to come after them and started
walking with Ms. Keys out the front! I followed. How did I get into
this?

There I was, driving, Ms. Keys sitting next to me. It was dark in the
car. She had no idea. I glanced over at her to discover her staring at
me. "Thank you for driving me home," she said.

Well maybe she was drunk, but I wasn't so sure. She *definitely*
shouldn't be driving, but beyond that, I didn't know. I was hoping it
was dark enough she wouldn't recognize me. "What's your name?" she
asked.

"Uh, never mind..." I mumbled. Then we were stopped for a light.

"You're a pretty little thing. Kiss me."

"No!" I sort of yelped. I kept my head turned as much away from her as
I could in a natural way. She leaned over until her lips were at my
ear.

"Let's have some *fun*. You like girls, don't you?"

My heart was beating so fast. This was *Ms. Keys* sitting next to me.
She had sucked off a guy at the party! She was coming on to me!

I *liked* Ms. Keys. I always had--I wished she'd see me more in class
even though I do have a tendency to stay out of the center of things.
I'd certainly never though of *this*, but at that moment I thought
about it. "Do I *know* you?" she suddenly asked.

"No!" I said again, almost in a panic. We were there on her block, I
was sure. "Which is your house?" I asked. And she started looking,
finally pointing it out to me. I left her off and watched her walk up
to the front door and enter, then drove off, relieved.

Well this time Donna was ready to go. "So, you drove Ms. Keys home,"
she said as we drove off.

"Yes."

"Boy, wasn't *she* something! Was she drunk?"

"A bit. I think."

"Did she say much?"

"Uh, no! Nothing!"

Donna giggled, but then said nothing. She drove in silence for a while.
Then she said: "OK, what did she say."

"I said: nothing."

"And that's what made you so shaky. Come on, I've got to know."

I thought about it. Donna can be pretty persistent, and I do trust her.
"You won't believe me," I finally said.

"Try me."

"Uh, she came on to me."

Once again, Donna didn't say anything for a while. Then she said: "What
did she do?"

"She wanted to kiss me. She didn't know who I was."

"How do you know?"

"I don't think she did."

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Kiss her."

Well that caught *me* short and it was a second before I answered.
"No!"

"Why not?"

"Donna!"

"I'll bet you wanted to. She probably won't remember much of this."

And I caught myself thinking about it: I could have kissed Ms. Keys and
probably she would have forgotten about it. Then I sort-of caught
myself and tried to salvage the conversation with Donna. "Of course
not!"

"You think I don't know you're bisexual? Thinking about the girls? And
your female teachers?" I felt my heart sink. I could see that she was
convinced, that I'd never be able to lie to her about it in any way
that would change her mind. I just sat there, wondering where this
would all lead. Finally Donna spoke again: "Listen, don't worry about
it. But you've probably lost the only chance you'll get with *that*
one."

Ms. Keys. Donna was probably exactly right: never in a million years
would I get another chance with *her*. Except, of course, in my
daydreams.

* * *

I put the paper down, my eyes still fixed on it. Nothing. I forced
myself to look up at Mrs. Skye. She was sitting there, staring at me.
"Well, what did you think?"

"Uh... nice, the way you touched on the plot points, revealing the
situation bit-by-bit, though you might be including too many of the
narrator's thoughts: we don't really want to know *everything*" I
looked down at the paper again. "In fact, it vaguely reminded me of
some particular writer: I'll probably think of his name in a minute." I
was shaking. I couldn't believe I'd actually gotten myself to read it
right to Mrs. Skye. Even though she'd finally responded, I still wasn't
sure how this was going.

How had I convinced myself to do this?! Naturally, I had a different
story that I'd written to read to the class. But when I'd ended up
making up the class alone with Mrs. Skye, I, well I must have gone
momentarily insane or something, convincing myself to read this one
instead.

"It *is* quite good. But it *was* distracting that you started so many
paragraphs with the word 'well'. Oh, nd strictly speaking, it doesn't
mean someone's bisexual if they simply feel an *attraction* to members
of their own gender. *Everyone* has thoughts like *that*, you know."

"Oh," was my brilliant reply. I forced myself to look up at her again.
She still just sat there, in one of the student desks. It occurred to
me that she had basically admitted that *she* sometimes felt an
attraction to women! It was still hard to face her and I kept glancing
down, despite myself.

Well, I had been crazy enough to *read* this story: I knew I had to
push on-- it was much too late to save myself from humiliation: "But
what did you think of the *content*?"

There: I'd said it. I steadied my gaze, looking at her. It was
difficult, but I didn't back down.

She giggled very briefly. "I think..." she started, then paused. I
could already tell that she was still being a teacher, talking to her
student. "I think that *you* had better keep in mind what would happen
if teachers and students didn't have *rules* about keeping their
distance!" And suddenly I was staring down at my paper again. My mind
was still racing and my heart was beating. "And if you continue to
write like that, I think you'll eventually bring uncounted readers
*untold* frustration."


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