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Thank you ------------------------------------------------------- Cher-ing Her Bedroom by Heatheranne Cher, the young blonde, rich student, not the singer, looked around her classroom. She needed two more people for her party this Friday night. Hmm...there was Eddy Standridge, she'd known Eddy practically all her life. Their parents were good friends. But Eddy was so shy and self-conscious, he was apt to just stand in the corner and make like a lamp. Eddy was sweet though, always willing to help Cher with math or science home- work. Stuff that came easily to him and so hard to her. She decided to ask him. Now who else? There was that new girl, Cindy. No fashion sense at all, but she was smart and always had something to say. Hey now, maybe Eddy and Cindy would hit it off. Cher wrote their names at the bottom of her list and drew a heart around the names. Tilting her notebook, she showed the list to her friend Dee, sitting across the aisle. Dee peered at the list. She gave Cher a little shrug. Cher was always trying to be the match maker, and Dee had to admit that sometimes it worked out. "Cher...Cher?...could you possibly join the rest of us and hazard a guess as to the answer to this problem?" Her chemistry teacher was asking, in her best I-know-you-weren't-listening-to-me voice. "Uhhh....," Cher knew she was in for a lecture as to her lack of attention in class leading to her subse- quent low marks, when Eddy's note book slowly arose from his desk top, the notebook hidden from the teacher's view by Chad Frome's broad back. Cher glanced at the notebook and then confidently announced, "Thirteen point two kilograms." "And I'm sure you can tell us how you came to that answer?" asked her teacher in a suspicious tone. Cher was saved from explaining how the answer had winged its way into her brain all on its own, when the bell ending class, rang. She gave her teacher an apologetic smile as she practically ran from the room. Cher waited in the hallway until Eddy came out. "Thanks Ed, you really saved me. " "No problem, I knew what that 'Uhhhh' meant." They walked down the hall together, Cher's head barely coming to his shoulder. "Eddy, I'm having a party on Friday. Can you please come?" "Oh Cher, you know I'm just some sort of a big fun killer at your parties." "You are not, especially if you'd loosen up a little." She gave him the smile she used when she wanted her way from a male. It was a sort of half smile, half pout with a bit of eyelash batting. Eddie looked at her, and she knew that she'd won. "Oh, all right," he said, "what time does it start?" After the next class, Cher invited Cindy. She said that she'd be glad to come. ** At one time Cher and her father had argued mightily about parties for her friends. Mel used the cool, logical arguments of a lawyer, while Cher had used the pouts and flirts and barely withheld tears of a teenage girl. Finally they came to an agreement. She could have parties periodically, heck he'd even be glad to have the parties catered, if she followed Mel's rules. The guests were to behave, stay in certain areas, no one was to smoke ... anything, nor drink anything alcoholic and the party was to end promptly at eleven p.m.. Cher even had to do the clean up by noon the next day. Mel's punishment for breaking the rules sounded like nuclear retaliation. She would be lucky to see daylight again. That made her parties unbearably dull by the standards of some of her class mates who figured that if you could actually remember a party, then it must not have been any good. But there were more than enough straight, popular students eager for invitations to make Cher's events a hot ticket. Cher figured there were three things that made up a great party. Good food and music...at least good by teen standards, and a way to keep everybody interested and amused without resorting to a bunch of uncool games and gimmicks. So as everyone entered the rec. room that Friday night, Cher pinned a playing card to their chest, while at the same time putting a matching card into a bowel. Then, when most of the kids were in attendance she started a dance CD. Every few seconds she would draw two cards from the bowel and the kids who were wearing those cards would come to the front of the room. If the two turned out to be boys then they would make a great show of manfully shaking hands. If two girls, they would hug briefly or do those terribly fake air kisses to one another's cheeks. And if the two party goers made a couple, then to the great amusement of one and all, they had to kiss in front of everyone and then return to the floor to dance. Cher cheated shamelessly in drawing cards from her bowel. She kept the crowd tittering or in outright laughter by making unlikely pairings or she'd keep someone trotting around by returning them to the front of the room time and again. Finally she paired the couples who had arrived at the party with one another and she tried a bit of instant match making by pairing the singles, especially she paired off Eddy and Cindy. Who, she was glad to see, hit it off. Every time Cher looked for her personal lovebirds, they were dancing or deep in conversation. The party went on from there. The slow songs became more frequent. Couples clung to each other on the dance floor, or made out in the corners. Cher was thinking of abandoning her hostess duties to play a little tonsil hockey with a gorgeous hunk from the school's soccer team, when she noticed that Eddy and Cindy had gone missing. An alarm went off in her mind. She excused herself from the young Adonis and ran to the window. There was Eddy's ancient BMW, so they hadn't left, at least not in his car. Cher started to get upset. Everyone knew the rules, if her dad caught anyone wandering around the house then he'd shut down the party and Cher wouldn't have another one for some time, as in never. She'd just have to search the house. But first she grabbed Dee from the arm's of her boy- friend. "Dee, watch the party, I've got to find Eddy and Cindy." Dee, with the sleepy look of someone who has been heavily kissing and lightly petting for the better part of an hour, said, "Why?" "Why what?" "You wanted them together and maybe they are." "Oh Dee, just watch things," said a worried Cher over her shoulder as she charged out of the room. Now where would they go? Eddy knew the house. He wouldn't dare to go into her father's room, or her bedroom. Would he? Cher quietly jogged to her bedroom door on her tiptoes. The door should have been open, but it wasn't. She turned the knob silently and peeked in. And there they were. Cindy was on her back, laying on the edge of Cher's bed, knees bent, her shorts and panties twisted around one foot as if she were trying not to take them off altogether. Eddy, on the other hand, was still fully clothed. He was kneeling on the floor between Cindy's legs. The forefinger of one hand was almost a blur as it moved back and forth over Cindy's clit. His other fore finger looked as if it was rubbing her g-spot. Did Eddy even know what a g-spot was, wondered Cher, or was Cindy doing sex-ed tonight? It certainly sounded as if she was orchestrating things. "Yeah Eddy, that's it. Now a little more pres- sure...lower...lower...oh that's it...yeah...uuhhhhhh!" Cindy suddenly arched her back so much that her fore- head touched the bedspread. Wow, thought Cher, my orgasms don't ever look that great, I wonder if... Suddenly, she snapped back to the present situation. She whipped her head around, making sure that her father wasn't about. As she turned back to the door, Cher wondered if Eddy was going to...oops, he was. It had taken Eddy about five seconds to jerk down his pants and under shorts. Trying to take a step forward, Eddy tripped over the clothes around his ankles. Oh dear thought Cher, I think he might have knocked the wind out of Cindy. However, nothing was going to keep Eddy from his goal, except maybe his own ineptitude. His hips were in high gear, but the connection critical to his aspiration hadn't been made. Cher was beginning to wonder if he'd even noticed a certain lack of friction, when Cindy reached down, took things into hand and guided him home. There was a great gasp from Eddy, as if he'd just grabbed onto something to hot to handle. Apparent- ly he had, almost immediately his hips spasmed and little whines of amazement escaped from his constricted throat. Cher turned her eyes away and stepped back from the door. What was she supposed to do? Charge in? Knock on her own bedroom door? Embarrass her friends? Sighing, she thought, oh well, there was always the ultimate fall back plan. She crossed her fingers, walked quietly away from the door, and hoped that everything would turn out OK. Back at the party, Dee had managed to get the kids not joined at the lips to form in a couple of ranks, where they were having a huge time completely screwing up a country line dance. How in the world did she manage to do that? thought Cher. This was hardly the boot scoot- in' crowd. About that time Cindy entered the room, still straight- ening her clothes. A minute later Eddy was back, but instead of joining Cindy, he ignored her and went to talk to some buddies in a corner. Cher waited for her father to charge in like some party killing cruise missile, but everything stayed quiet on the Mel front. So Cher made her way over to Cindy. "Oh Cher," she said, "this is the coolest party, ever." "You having a good time?" "Just fabulous." "How about Eddy? You two seemed to hit it off." Cindy peered across the room at Eddy. She said, "Eddy's great, in fact I thought we'd be leaving together." "Yes, I thought so too," said Cher, looking over her shoulder at old lover boy. "Let me have a word with him before you go." Cher crossed the room, and when she got Eddy's attention she crooked her finger in a follow me gesture, then she went in the small rec. room kitchen. "What's up, Cher?" asked Eddy, as he leaned against a counter. "Well for starters," she answered, as she whacked him on the right biceps with the knuckles of her right hand, "what the hell did you think you were you doing in my bedroom." "Ow," barked Eddy. He covered his biceps with his left hand. "You saw us?" his voice squeaked. "Look, we just got caught up in the moment, that's all." "Oh... caught up in the moment...well I can understand that. But I can't understand," she gave her best left cross to his left biceps, "why you're having unpro- tected sex." "Damn Cher, I'm healthy, that was my first.....I mean I know I don't have anything." Eddy crossed his arm's in front of his chest, trying to protect as large an area as possible from assault. "I'll have to admit she seems like a nice person, but you never know. And for some reason she seems to like you." Cher drew back her arm, looking at Eddy's lower torso. "So why aren't you in there talking to her, making plans? You too busy bragging to your buds about what a man you are?" Eddy crossed his legs and scrunched down, realizing he was vulnerable from a new quarter. "Oh please Cher, I didn't ....uh...kiss and tell. I just didn't know what to say to her, afterwards...you know." "Well you better think of something before I go back out there and tell everyone how you took a dump in our swimming pool, when you were four years old." "OK...all right...all right...I'm going...I'm going. God Cher, chill out." Eddy crab walked toward the door, trying not to expose any body parts. Finally he straightened, not willing to look like a walking pretzel to his school mates. Cher looked at Eddy's back side. She pivoted on her left foot and swung her right foot in a soccer style kick. Her right instep slammed solidly into Eddy's butt. Eddy looked over his shoulder, "What was that for?!" "For messing up my bed," she said. Before I had a chance to do it first, she thought. _______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection Directory 7 - story 8302