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Hi

This is only the second story I've ever written.  It's still incomplete, 
but since I'm stuck around part 14 and have been for a while now I 
thought I'd send it off and see whether people like it enough for me to 
continue.

Hope you like it.

Becky

***

Chapter 12.  Friday evening


Mom drove us home as quickly as she could.  I must have talked 
incessantly about the dinner that night and I think she was worried we'd 
be late back.  Probably not as much as I was worried.

The trip took two hours and we got home with less than an hour to spare.  
At first I was panicking until I realised all I had to do was get 
dressed; I already had my hair and make-up done.   As I put my underwear 
on Mom made me a cup of herbal tea to calm me down, then went to her room 
and came back with a little gift-wrapped parcel.  I took it from her 
questioningly, and unwrapped it.  Inside was a black garter belt and two 
pairs of stockings.  It took me a moment to work out what the belt was, 
so far I'd only tried pantyhose.

"I thought you might like to feel a little sexy,"  Mom said.  I couldn't 
believe my ears.  I was going out with Paul, and that was okay with Mom I 
realised now.  But she wanted me to feel sexy going out with him, and I 
was a little unprepared for that.  Mom showed me how to put the belt and 
stockings on, and then it was time to put on the dress.  

I had decided to wear the Calvin Klein that Megan had given me.  When Mom 
saw it she frowned at me and I remembered that she had told me to leave 
it behind at Megan's.  I smiled at her in what I thought was my best 
hopeful look and she relented, grinning, and helped me pull it over my 
head without getting make-up on it.  She tidied two strands of my hair 
that had become wayward and then stepped back to look at me better.

There were little tears in her eyes.  "Jenny, you look beautiful," she 
said.  I looked in the mirror, and I realised I had to agree.  I looked 
older, I guess I could have been anywhere between 17 and twenty-five.  
The dress draped over me perfectly, enhancing my slim figure as well as 
emphasising the size of my bustline.  If I had been much bigger in the 
chest I wouldn't have looked good in it.  My hair tied up made my neck 
look long and elegant.  

I went to hug Mom, but she told me not to ruin my make-up.  I didn't 
care, and hugged her anyway.  I felt very close to her right then.  This 
was something I could only have shared with her as Jenny.  We'd had some 
good times when I was Chris, but we'd never been as close as we had the 
past few days.  

We finished the hug and I went downstairs to wait for Paul.  A few 
minutes later Mom came downstairs with two jewellery boxes.  In the first 
was a thin gold necklace with a small sapphire on it, and in the second a 
pair of small matching sapphire drop earings.  I took out the gold hoops 
I had in my ears and put the sapphires in, then Mom helped me clasp the 
necklace.  

Paul arrived right on time.  He had dressed nicely, wearing tailored 
pants instead of jeans and a nice white shirt that somehow brought out 
the blue in his eyes.  But he stopped completely when he saw me.  I 
smiled.  This was the second time today I'd had that reaction from 
somebody - first from Andrea when she saw me almost naked, and now from 
Paul for different reasons.  He was as startled as Andrea had been, 
though in a nicer way.  He looked me up and down, obviously liking what 
he saw.  Then he smiled broadly and handed me a small bunch of flowers.  
Then he handed Mom a bunch too.  "Bribery,"  said Mom, smiling, "That 
will get you a long way round here."

I got two vases and put the flowers in some water while Mom and Paul made 
some small talk, and then it was time to leave.  I gave Mom a quick kiss 
goodbye and Paul and I set off to Marcia's, just next door.  

"Jenny, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said as soon 
as we'd closed the door to our house.  I looked into his eyes and with 
something of a shock realised he was sincere.  I also realised right then 
with an equal shock that I wanted him to hold me, to undress me, and to 
make love to me, the way I'd imagined in the bed just that morning at 
Megan's.  I moved toward him and he took me in his arms and kissed me, oh 
so gently.  I almost swooned again.  Eventually he steadied me, and I 
took his arm and we walked down the drive and along the street to 
Marcia's.

When she opened the door Marcia did a double-take, too.  "Wow,"  she said 
as we entered.  She made me do a 360 degree turn for her.  I couldn't 
stop smiling.  This was great.  Marcia looked great, too. She had on a 
dark red slipdress which showed off the curves in her body amazingly 
well.  And she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, which I could see Paul 
noticed instantly.  For some reason I didn't mind.  I'd never felt better 
in my life.

Marcia and Paul exchanged greetings, and Marcia led us to the living room 
and offered us a drink.  I accepted, and Paul offered to get them for 
Marcia.  We were the first ones to arrive, except for Becky who had been 
helping Marcia cook for most of the afternoon.  She came into the living 
room at that moment, fresh from getting dressed for dinner, in a long 
black dress that went well with her Goth look but added a lot of class as 
well.  She too stopped mid-sentence when she saw me, and gave me the most 
curious look I'd seen all day, stranger even than the one Andrea had 
given me.

Mike and Brad arrived together.  Evidently under instructions from Marcia 
and Becky to be on time or die, they seemed nervous that they were ten 
minutes late.  Mike, as Marcia's boyfriend, took over the drink-making 
functions from Paul, and pretty soon I had a glass of champagne in my 
hand.  I decided I liked it a lot, though I wasn't crazy about the way 
Mike tried to look down the front of my dress as he handed it to me.  
Then the other guests arrived, Steve and a friend of Marcia's I hadn't 
seen much of, Lynda, and Denise Convey and a football friend of Mike's, 
Ed.  It was obvious Marcia had been doing some matchmaking.

Everyone was trying hard to be as sophisticated as possible.  Marcia had 
brought out her parents' best crystal and silver, and had got her Dad to 
set out some wines for the occasion.  The girls had all dressed up, and 
even the guys were well turned out.  Mike, for example, had worn an 
actual shirt, with a collar.  I'd only ever seen him in t-shirts before.  
I realised guys could look pretty good when they tried.

While everyone was discussing plans for the summer I volunteered to help 
Marcia in the kitchen.  She had things pretty much under control, but it 
was a chance to talk to her without everyone else around.  I was 
conscious as I left the room that all the guys had their eyes on me.

Once in the kitchen Marcia turned to me and said breathlessly "Hey.  Did 
you have plastic surgery, or what?"  She smiled.

I blushed, and smiled back.  "Paul seems to like it,"  I said, indicating 
the dress.  

"Jenny, it's not the dress, you look - glowing."

I smiled again.  In fact I hadn't stopped smiling since Paul had come to 
pick me up from my place, except for that once when he'd kissed me.  I 
told Jenny all about the afternoon with Mark, and how much fun that was 
and how Andrea had done my hair and make-up and that's how come it looked 
so good.  

"Yeah, well I can see I've created a Frankenstein,"  Marcia laughed as 
she handed me a bag of bread rolls to put out in a basket for the table.  
" I could see the way Mike was looking at you.  I'm gonna have to teach 
you how to be ugly from now on."

Dinner was beautiful.  Marcia could really cook, I was amazed.  I'd 
always thought of her as one of the least domesticated girls I'd ever 
known (not that I'd known a lot).  But apart from some slightly 
overcooked vegetables the food was great.  I discovered that I liked wine 
even more than I had the previous week, and the conversation at the table 
was interesting.  Marcia had made the boys promise not to talk about 
football (which Paul said suited him fine), and they obliged with a lot 
of good humour.  Mike and Steve were very witty, and even Denise Convey 
turned out to be much more friendly than I'd have thought based on her 
welcome the week before at her party.  Becky was the odd one out.  When 
we'd visited her house a week earlier she had been great, I felt like we 
really connected.  But ever since she'd walked in tonight she seemed kind 
of uneasy about something.  I gave up trying to engage her in 
conversation and just enjoyed the meal and everyone else's company.

Soon we retired to the living room.  Steve rifled through the music 
collection and put on a CD to dance to, and after Marcia turned down the 
lights everyone danced for three or four songs until a slow number came 
up.  Then the couples who had been match-made by Marcia stepped away as 
if by some silent agreement, and Mike and Marcia and Becky and Brad and 
Paul and I danced close to one another while the others passed a joint 
around.  Paul put his arms around me and I put my cheek into his shoulder 
as we danced together.  I was swimming in a little cloud of bliss and 
champagne and wine, and everything was just fine with me.  

As the song ended Paul sat down in a large chair and pulled me onto his 
knee.  I gladly complied, and he nuzzled my neck and put his arm around 
my waist.  In a moment or two I could feel his erection beneath me.  I 
looked across at the others and could see that they were all talking and 
smoking and ignoring us, except for Brad and Becky who were still 
dancing, Becky stealing the occasional glance our way.  I didn't care.  I 
kissed Paul, and felt his hand rest on my thigh.  He felt my garter belt 
at the top of my stockings through the dress, and made a small "mmmm" 
noise when he realised what it was.  I felt great.  I wanted to lose 
myself to him, then and there.

Pretty soon I knew I had to go to the bathroom.  The wine was catching up 
with me.  I excused myself, much to Paul's frustration, and took my purse 
as I went.  I had noticed that women always took their purses to the 
bathroom with them.

I had to undo all the tape before I sat down and relieved myself, then 
retreive some new tape from my purse and re-tape myself all over again.  
Afterward I stood at the mirror and tried to touch up my make-up the way 
Andrea had shown me.  As I finished and opened the door I got a shock, 
because Becky was just on the other side waiting to use the bathroom.

"Sorry to take so long," I said as I went to get by her.

"Just so you know, I know,"  Becky said.  I looked at her 
uncomprehendingly.  She seemed surprised at my response.  "Marcia told 
me,"  she continued, and I understood what she was talking about.  

Damn!  Why did Marcia tell her?

"I dunno why you're doing it,"  she continued, "but I think it's pretty 
weird."

I suffered a moment of pure panic.  Shit.  What if she told Paul.  I was 
gonna die.  He didn't need to kill me, I'd just stop living.  I felt sick.

"Oh, don't worry,"  Becky said.  "Marcia made me promise not to tell 
anyone, so I won't."  She poked my left breast.  "But we both know what's 
in here, and who it belongs to, don't we."

I wanted the earth to swallow me up.  I'd become so used to people 
accepting me as Jenny that I'd forgotten to worry about whether people 
knew.  How stupid could I have been?  And now here I was, she knew.  And 
she'd seen me with Paul a few minutes before.  

"I must admit," she said.  "You sure are great looking.  I'd never have 
believed it until Marcia told me."

I didn't know what to do.  How come she'd been so nice to me only a week 
earlier and now she was being so horrible?  "Uh, please don't say 
anything -"  I said.

"I promised Marcia, and a promise is something I don't break easily.  But 
I think maybe you should be a little more discreet with Paul.  It's not 
very fair to him.  And if he ever found out..."

And with that she went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I went back to the living room.  As soon as Paul saw me he said "What's 
wrong?"

I felt like I was gonna cry.  "Uh, it's okay," I said. "Sorry.  I'm not 
feeling so great.  Maybe it's the wine."  That wasn't untrue.  I was 
starting to feel sick, and regretting having had all that wine.

"Maybe I should take you home,"  Paul said.

"No.  Yes.  I don't know."

Seeing how I looked, Marcia had come over too.  Paul looked at her and 
said "She's not feeling well.  I think I should take her home."

Marcia looked at me, then saw Becky come back into the room and saw her 
glance at me, too.  And I could see Marcia's blood begin to heat up.  She 
figured out Becky must have said something, and she wasn't happy.  But I 
didn't care.  I felt sick.  I did want to go home.  I just wasn't sure I 
wanted Paul to take me.  I felt terrible.  Becky was right, I was being 
unfair to him.

But he would have none of it.  He said goodbye for both of us, and took 
my arm and led me from Marcia's.  He put his arm around me to steady me 
for a moment, and I felt that closeness to him I loved so much.  I 
disengaged and took his arm instead, and we walked back to my place.

"Sorry,"  I said again as we got to the front door.

"Sorry for what?  You can't help it if you feel sick,"  he said softly.  
He tilted my chin up slightly so he could kiss me.  I wanted to cry 
again.  

"I wanted to make you happy tonight,"  I said, honestly.

"You did,"  he said, kissing me again.

"Paul..."  I began

"Yes"

"I need to tell you something."  All of a sudden I felt the need to be 
honest with him.  He was a great guy and he deserved better.  

"No, you don't".  He said gently.

What did that mean?  Did he know?  How?  No, he couldn't.

"I know you don't come from out of town", he said to me softly.  "I know 
this is where you live all the time.  I knew it the other night when I 
came to pick you up.  This is a house that's lived in, not one you're 
just staying in for a few short days.  And yesterday at home I saw some 
of my Dad's work on the hall table and I noticed your Mom has applied for 
a job with his company.  So I know a lot about your Mom.  Now I just want 
to get to know more about you."

So he didn't know everything.  But this wasn't getting any easier.  "Do 
you want to come in?"  I asked.

"I think you need to rest.  From the sound of it you've had a big day"

He had no idea how big.

"Paul, I just wanted to say I think you're great, and I don't want to 
ever hurt you."

"Uh oh,"  he said.  "What have I done to deserve that speech?"

I didn't know what he was talking about.

"That's the speech girls give guys when they're going to dump them.  I'm 
waiting for the 'But'."

I hugged him fiercely.

"I know you're not sixteen, Marcia told me,"  he said.  "She didn't mean 
to, and I wasn't prying.  I don't think you got your story straight with 
her.  But don't worry about that, either.  I'd like you no matter how old 
you were."

I opened the front door.  It was now or never.  I gently pulled him 
inside and, leaving the lights off, led him through the moonlit living 
room and onto the couch.  I sat in his lap again.  Then I kissed him, and 
I started to cry.  He held me, gently.  "Hey, hey,"  he said.  "That's no 
way to act."  

I sobbed.  The week had been too much for me.  Here I was crying my eyes 
out on the shoulder of a guy I'd only known for that one week.  Why was 
it that I always cried when things were not so bad?  Paul held me to him 
and rubbed my back gently until my crying subsided.  I looked up at him 
and he kissed me again, and then we were kissing and his hand stayed on 
my back while the other one came around to hold me as well.  As we kissed 
and he held me I felt that feeling again, that feeling of excitement.  I 
could feel, sitting on his lap again, that he was becoming erect.  I felt 
his tongue go in my mouth, and his hand go to my breast.  I didn't resist 
him.  I wanted him, and I didn't care what that meant.  

I shifted off his lap and spread myself out on the couch, and he lay on 
top of me and kissed me and stroked my thighs.  I could feel him reach 
under my dress and begin to stroke the skin above my stockings, and I 
could feel the intensity of his erection pressing into my right leg.  
With his other hand he stroked my face, and he began to whisper sweet 
things to me.  "Jenny, you're the most beautiful girl I know.  Jenny.  
Jenny.  You are wonderful, and smart, and sweet.  I've never met any girl 
like you.  Jenny.  And you feel so good right now."  He shifted his 
weight to the side and then I could feel his hand further up my thigh.  I 
was getting kind of nervous the further his hand moved, and he sensed 
that.  He kissed me ever so softly.  "Jenny, have you ever ..."  He 
seemed embarrassed to ask.  "Are you a virgin?"

I nodded, and kissed him.  I moved his hand from my thigh, and then I 
made him sit up.  I got off the couch, and knelt on the floor.  Before I 
thought too much about it, I was undoing the zipper on his pants.  And 
then I had his cock in my hands.  Wow.  It was thick.  It was much bigger 
than I'd thought.  I looked at his face nervously, and smiled.  Then I 
lowered my lips to the tip of his cock, and kissed it gently.  There was 
a tiny trace of some creamy salty fluid at the tip.  I kissed it again, 
and then I took him in my mouth.  He groaned softly, and I sucked him, 
taking time to lick the head of his penis occasionally before returning 
to putting the shaft further and further inside my mouth.  His breathing 
got heavier and heavier, and then he tensed.  "Jenny!"  he cried, a 
little too loudly, and he came inside my mouth, a great quantity of it.  
I almost gagged, but I swallowed as much as I could.  I kept sucking 
until he groaned in pain and held my head away.  "No more, no more", he 
said.

I rested my head on his knee.  I felt better.  I had made him feel good.  
I wasn't all that terrible.  He stroked my neck and shoulders, then 
pulled me up to sit in his lap again and nuzzled my neck.  "Jenny, that 
was wonderful".  

I sat there in his arms for a little while longer, and I knew I was never 
going to go back to being Chris.

***

Continued in Chapter Thirteen.


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