Mike and Megan - Naked in School

Thursday

Megan

I don't know why, but I woke up sometime around 3am feeling really uncomfortable. Ok, I know why...it was a really gigantic emptiness that woke me. As much as I tried I knew what had to be done to get back to sleep, just had to hope he didn't kill me when I showed up at his door during this hour of the night.

So I got dressed, shorts and a tank top, and drove over to Mike's house. I did notice a nice shiny key on the set he gave me that was definitely not to the car, so I hoped it was to his door.

As luck would have it, it was, so I sneaked in and found him passed out on his bed, books all over, wearing the nicest pair of silk boxers you could imagine...gheesh what's gotten into me? Really...umm...well just rest assured they were bad thoughts on how to announce my presence. I swear I'm turning into a slut, or a sex fiend...and I love it, that's what really scares me.

I decided to loose the shorts and top, and just sleep in my panties so as quietly as I could I tried to undress and almost made it before he startled me.

"Can't live without each other, can we?" He said.

"Shit!" I yelled, really surprised and tripping over the shorts as they were still around my ankles, falling flat on my face.

"Hey, dont kill yourself...need any help?" He said.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"Oh, the whole time...was watching you when you came in." He replied.

"How?" I asked. "You had your back to me...", and he still did.

"Oh...by the way nice panties..." He said, then reached out in front of him and pointed to the wall.

Wouldn't you know it, a damn mirror.

"Well ain't you the ingenious one." I said. "Why'd you wait so long to say anything?"

"I was enjoying the striptease..." He said, finally tuning towards me. "God you're beautiful."

"Thanks, you ain't so bad yourself..." I said.

Mike

Talk about a very, very welcomed surprise. Megan showing up was a dream come true, as I couldn't sleep at all. I had just been laying there staring at the floor...it's Tiger Maple, a very rare and beautiful exotic wood...I love the grain, the pattern of it. You could stare at it for hours, always finding a new or different look.

I just couldn't sleep, and I was really uneasy, I think due to the fact that she wasn't there. It was driving me insane...man I got it bad for her.

"Couldn't sleep either?" I asked.

"No, you too?" Megan questioned.

"I think we've both fallen really hard...really, really hard for each other." I replied.

"Tell me about it...how long have you been laying there like that?" Megan asked.

"Most of the night...been staring at the floor." I replied.

She had to laugh at that, so did I.

"Enough talk, come here and kiss me." I said.

"Mmmm...glady," she replied.

We had some nice kisses, and occasional grope or two, then snuggled up together and fell asleep. I think we both slept extremely well that night, especially considering the fact that it was 4am before we fell asleep and when the alarm rang at 7:30 were were both somewhat rested.

Megan

Holy shit, I'll never get used to that alarm of his. The damn thing starts out beeping softly, and within 30 seconds is so loud it could be heard over an air raid siren.

"Morning sleeping beauty," Mike said, kissing me on the forehead. "Sleep well?"

"Very well, you?" I asked.

"Most definitely...wish we could stay like this all day." He replied, kissing my neck.

"Um...you better stop before I rape you." I giggled.

"Can't rape the willing." He replied.

"Ready for school?" I asked.

"Ugh, not really." He replied.

"Well, we have to go so we better hurry...not much time till first bell." I said.

"You know Mr. Wilson's gonna make us pose today in class, right?" He said.

"Maybe you, or Lisa and Kevin. But not me, I'm his aide." I said with a grin.

"I wouldn't count on it, especially since he know's we're dating...he's been dying to get a good couple to pose for the class all year." He replied.

"Shit, I hope you're not right." I replied. I know it's gotten easier, I practically don't realize I'm naked most of the time...well, except for little things like when I sit in those chairs...damn they're cold.

"Well, I say if he makes us we give him a pose he'll never forget." He said. "You with me?"

"Ugh...why do I get the feeling that I don't like where this is going." I replied.

"Whoa...I'm not saying have sex in front of the class hun, though you know it would blow them away...talk about a way to get remembered...I'm just saying we need to do something really...erotic." Mike said.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked...kinda worried what his mind could come up with.

"I'll tell you when the time is right, that should alleviate any pre-event tension from occurring." He replied.

"Right," I replied.

"Well, as much as I hate to be the voice of reason, we should probably get ready so we can at least have time for a breakfast." Mike said.

"Yea, you're right...but didn;t I just say the say basic thing earlier?" I replied.

"I guess...." He replied, with another quick kiss.

We grabbed a quick shower together, each of us taking time to ensure the other was soaped up in just the right places, then put on some clothes.

On the way in we stopped at an Arbys for some breakfast to go, arriving at school with just enough time to eat, then loose our clothes and get to our first period class.

Mike

I let Megan drive us today in the Volvo...a nice change really. I had decided last night I was basically going to let her have that car to drive until she got one, does me no good sitting around the house anyway. Besides, she had blocked me in when she came over and she did still have the keys. That, and I got the feeling she was happy to be able to go somewhere on her own...so I wasn't going to deprive her of that.

Well the day started out ok I guess. The thought about the art teacher forcing us to pose was proved wrong, much to our approval. He just had us do some simple sketches in class, nothing much and actually quite easy. The class flew by...rather quickly I might add.

2nd wasn't much fun for me and Megan, of course Mr. Hank's math is usually like that so it was nothing new. We meet up with Lisa in 3rd for English, Kevin was alone in another English class that period. I did notice a big grin on Lisa's face...gonna have to talk to her about that later.

We wound up having an open reading session, so we all just picked a book to read. I picked The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice, having not read that in a while. Megan read The Runaway Jury by Michael Crichton, and Lisa read 17. Lisa doesn't quite understand that 17 magazine is not considered modern literature by most people...but I gave up trying to convince her that a year or so ago...it was and still is a lost cause.

I did make a trip to the bathroom, or so Ms. Anderson thought. In actuality I ran down to see Coach J for a 'get out of jail free card' so me and Megan could get a proper, non-school lunch. What can I say, Applebees just sounded really good at that point. I also ran by Ms. Smith's room to see if she wanted something from there, which of course she did. You know, it pays to have a strong relationship with your teachers. Bring her something back, and she'll overlook the fact that we might not be in class at the start...and show up all of a sudden half way through. Having an average above 100% in her class also helps a lot. Gotta love extra credit.

I made it back about 5 minutes before the bell rung to end 3rd and announce our lunch. Not enough time to do much, so I just pretended to read until then. When it did ring, we all meet up outside waiting for Kevin.

"What's for lunch?" Megan asked.

"Something made from processed soybean and called burgers by the cafeteria people." Lisa joked.

"Well, you and Kevin enjoy." I replied.

"What? You're not going to eat?" Lisa replied, a bit shocked.

"You feeling alright?" Megan asked.

"Oh yea, but I'm just saying me and you aren't having that junk...I'm thinking Applebees..." I said.

"You dog!" Lisa replied.

"Ugh...how do you plan on doing that?" Megan asked.

"You really think I went to the restroom?" I said, handing Megan the note from Coach J.

 

Megan Marbary and Michael Donahue are hereby given permission to leave campus to obtain supplies for Coach Jackson during lunch period through 4th period today, May x, xxxx.

Coach Jackson
Ms. Smith

 

"How the hell do you..." Megan started to say.

"Charisma, charm, I dunno. I just do somehow. Complaining are we?" I replied.

"No...sounds good to me." Megan replied.

"Yea, yea...I see how it is. Well, you two have fun...me and Kevin will see you later." Lisa said, heading off towards Kevin, who was still halfway down the hall.

"You ready my love?" I said.

"Of course, lead the way." She replied.

"Oh, don't let me forget to grab a Chicken Caesar salad for Ms. Smith before we leave." I said, knowing damn well I could possibly forget.

"Ah, so that's why Ms. Smith signed the note...I was wondering how you always got away with being late in her class this year." Megan said.

"Yup, works like a charm." I replied.

Megan

We made our way to my locker since it was closest, dropped our books, then walked out the front door to the car. Funny, you'd think two naked students walking out the front door of the school would draw attention...it didn't as far as I know.

It took us about 10 minutes to get to Applebees...and yea, we threw on our clothes which we had left in his car...so much easier then putting them in that locker Ms. Voulet issue us for the week and Mike liked the idea cause it meant we didn't have to go near her office.

I had the Chicken fajitas, he had a Bourbon Street Steak. Definitely much, much better than anything we would dream of getting from that school cafeteria. All told it took about 20 minutes to get our food after ordering, and another 10 to eat. We ordered Ms. Smith's salad right after our food came out, and it was brought to us as we were paying.

When we got back to school, only 50 minutes had passed. Lunch had been over and 4th was 20 minutes in. Not bad considering everything. We lost our clothing on the way there, so we grabbed the bag with the salad and headed in to the school. Nobody stopped us along the way.

"So, you've been doing this all year right?" I asked.

"Yup," he said.

"How do you get her the food?" I asked.

"Simple, ever notice how she leaves everytime I come back for 10 minutes or so?" He replied.

"Now that you mention it, yea." I said. "I do remember her bringing food in, but I always thought she went to the teacher's lounge and got it from the fridge there. I didn't think students had access to the lounge."

"They don't, I just put it in the first locker on the right of her door. They assign every teacher the first locker to the right of their door, and I know her combo." He said.

"Huh, I didn't know that." I replied.

"Well, most student's don't. All she uses it for is a place to keep an umbrella and her coat." He replied. "Most of the others store more junk in theirs."

We were almost to her room by then.

"Promise to keep a secret?" He asked.

"Sure...anything good?" I questioned.

"It's her combo...I almost died when she told me. She said she bought the lock back when she was in school, and it's one of those Master Lock ones with the round knob, they type that have a preset combo...it's 4-2-0." He said, laughing at the end.

"Huh?" I questioned, not getting it right away.

"Come on... 4-2-0...think about it." He replied.

"I don't get what's so funny." I replied.

"420?" He replied, kinda surprised.

I thought about it for a second then it hit me.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhh....now I get it." I replied, kinda laughing at myself for having a blond moment.

"Stupid, but I found it funny." Mike replied. "Out of everyone I know, it fits her perfectly."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"I dunno, just does." He replied as he was putting the bag in the locker. "Oh well, time for class."

He shut the locker and we entered our class.

Mike

As we were waking though the door, I whispered into her ear:

"Need any relief?"

"Ugh...do you?" She replied.

"Don't change the subject...I asked you first. Anyway, does it look like I do?" I whispered back.

I mean, come on...I didn't have a raging boner so it was safe to assume that answer was no. Of course, Megan didn't say anything back so me being the concerned lover that I am took matters into my own hand so to speak.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle Smith, comment allez-vous?" I said.

"Tres bien, Monsieur Donahue." Ms. Smith replied. "Et toi, Mademoiselle Marbary."

"Je pense q'elle a besoin du soulagement." I replied, before Megan could talk.
("I think she needs relief.")

Megan looked at me with one of those stares, you know the type saying I'm going to kill you.

"Très bien, le bénéfices alors. Dix minutes suffiront-ils, ou fera vous avez besoin de plus de temps?" Ms. Smith replied, with a grin, no doubt referring to our last encounter on Tuesday.
("Very well, proceed then. Will ten minutes suffice, or will you need more time?")

"Non, Mademoiselle Smith. Je crois que dix minutes sont plus qu'assez." I replied.
("No, Ms. Smith. I think 10 minutes is more than enough.")

"You are so dead..." Megan said, under her breath.

"We'll see about that after you orgasm a couple of times..." I replied.

We headed back towards our seats...Megan never said a word out load the whole time. I sat down in my seat and had her sit on my lap, facing away from me.

"You ready?" I whispered into her ear, while nibbling on it.

"I guess." She replied.

I slowly ran my right hand up and down her back, with a very light touch while I continued to kiss and lick on her ear and neck. I put my other hand on her inner thigh, close to her pussy be never quite making contact with it. She started to relax, and react to the stimulation.

"Mmmm...that feels good." She purred.

I did this for a minute or so, slowly working her up. Of course, my little friend began to come alive and was now very happy, resting in between her ass cheeks.

After the second minute was up, I stopped using my hands but continued the kissing and nibbling, ever so slightly lifting her off my lap just enough to allow my dick to slip forward. Then I lowered her back down, hoping it would find it's place. It did, and slipped into her pussy which was very wet by now. When that happened she tensed for a second, then turned and gave me a weird look.

"Shsssh...nobody knows, and they won't if you keep quiet about it." I whispered.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this in front of everyone," she replied.

"Yea, but it excites the hell out of you...doesn't it?" I whispered back.

She just shook her head yes, then laid it back on my shoulder turning slightly to look at me. I gave her a few quick kisses on the lips, then started to gently rub her nipples with my left hand as I slowly traced up and down her thighs with my right hand.

Megan

Oh my god, what was I doing? My mind went into a spiral, but the good kind. I still couldn't believe I was letting him do this in front of so many people. Of course, this wasn't what I expected he meant when he said I needed relief...this wasn't sexual, or at least it didn't seem that way to me. It was very tender, loving, and sweet. The way he was touching me was driving my body nuts, I could feel every nerve and it was pure ecstasy.

Sure, I could feel his dick in me, pulsing and filling me up, but the majority of sensations I was feeling were in other parts of my body. These were parts I never considered to be, well, I guess erotic is the best word.

He kept doing the same things, but constantly changing the speed and pressure he was using as well as the location. By the 8th minute, I was floating way up there. That's when he moved his hand to my pussy and I went off big time. I know the whole damn school had to have heard me, I was really loud. And it wasn't just one big one, it was a whole damn series of orgasms...one right after the other, each progressively stronger.

I had been floating before hand, now I was gone. Somewhere out there, very far away. All I could do was lay back into him, my whole body was shaking and I had no control what-so-ever over it. I think I even passed out for a second or two, cause the net thing I remember is his gently lifting me and whispering into my ear.

"You alright?" he said.

"Alright?!? Hell yes I'm alright...my god that was...was...well, I can't begin to describe it." I replied, still a bit out there but returning fast.

"Glad you enjoyed it..." he said, kissing me on the lips. "I think you woke people in China though..."

"I agree..." I replied.

I looked around the room and everyone's mouths were open wide. My friend Erin, who sits next to us, had her hand up her skirt going to town...right at the edge of an orgasm herself.

"You two...my god...how..." Erin said to me.

All I could do was shrug my shoulders. I really didn't know the answer to her question, I did know where she was going with it, but the answer eluded me...or, should I say, I think I knew deep down in my heart the answer. It was love, nothing else could explain it. Pure, heartfelt, true love.

Mike

It was weird...everyone was just starring at us for the longest time. Another 10 minutes must have passed before I finally said something.

"That was intense..." I said, hoping someone would help break the silence.

"You're telling me..." Erin, Megan's friend replied. "Megan, you HAVE GOT TO let me borrow him."

That's what everyone needed I guess, as it broke the tension and we all laughed at it. Megan just looked at her, shook her head, and said "Mine" in a very possessive manner.

The rest of the class was a blur from there on, Megan just sat on my lap with me holding her tight. I don't remember anything until Erin tapped my shoulder.

"You two going to stay like that all day or go to your next classes?" Erin asked.

"Oh shit...the bell ring?" I replied.

"Yea." Erin said.

"Ok, thanks." I replied.

"Mmm, thanks for that...but now I'm really horny." Megan finally spoke up.

"After that?" I said, not surprised but wanting to sound nonchalant about it.

"Ugh hugh, and to make matters worse you're not in my next class." She replied.

"Well, you know....you could always ask for relief..." I replied.

"But..." she started to say.

"Shsssh...no buts about it, if you need it ask. It won't bother me." I replied.

"I don't want another guy doing that to me, I want you doing it to me..." She said.

"Well, then do it yourself or have another girl do it." I replied.

"WHAT!" she said back.

"I'm serious...no one else has done that yet...er, at least this year that I know of. Why not go out with a bang?" I replied.

"Ugh..." Megan started to say, definitely having a problem with her words.

"Hey, it's you choice dear. I just want you to be happy, so you have to decide. But, if you do I know for a fact that there's a certain girl in that class who would love to help you out." I said.

"Who?" Megan said.

"Think about it..." I replied.

She sat there for a moment, I guess trying to figure it out when all of a sudden her eyes lit up and she said:

"Lisa"

"Yup" I replied.

"What about you? Megan asked.

"I'll be fine, besides...I'm Coach J's teacher aide this period...remember. I definitely have no interest in having him give me relief." I joked.

"Ok, whatever..." Megan replied.

"However, I wouldn't plan on doing anything after school today...cause when I get you someplace private...well, just keep your schedule open." I said, trying to give her a sinister grin with it.

"Ummm...sounds good to me." Megan replied.

While we had that conversation, we had left the french room and started towards Megan's next class, which was just around the corner.

"Well, I do believe this is your class my dear. Have fun, do be a good sport and tell me about it later." I joked, in a mock British accent.

Ok...a bad mock British accent, but hey...I was trying. We kissed a goodbye and she went into the room. I headed off to Coach J's room, who had of course took off early for the day leaving me a note.

It basically said to find something to do or use the note in the envelope to leave early if I wanted. Gotta love that guy, always helping a friend. So, I decided to use the note and take a quick trip to the mall for some things. I had to go to five different shops to find everything I was looking for, and spent a but load of money, but she's worth every penny of it after all. I made it back to school with 5 minutes to spare before classes let out for the day.

Megan

I was a little stunned at Mike's suggestion of seeking relief, and who to ask. I mean I am a bit open-minded, hey I had that little fling with Erin afterall...but in front of an audience? This was a bit more...I dunno...Risqué. Of course there were the multiple incidents with Mike in front of audiences, but this seemed a bit more taboo and quite different. Could I do it now...I know I've changed alot this week...

Not that I would mind the actual event at all...in fact just thinking about it made me horny as hell. Lisa was a hot little number after all, and Mike had said the other day she seemed interested. What to do? What ever am I going to do.

"Hey gal, how's it going?" Lisa said as I took my seat.

"Good, that friend of yours did a number on me in French." I replied.

"How so?" Lisa asked.

I told her a brief summary of what happened. Lisa got a big kick out of it.

"Yup, sounds like the Mike I know..." She replied.

"Well, he told me since I'm still horny I should seek relief during this class, and even went as far as telling me whom he things I should ask." I replied.

"Really?!?" Lisa said, quite surprised. "He'd let you seek relief from another guy?"

"Well...I think so, er at least that's how it seems...but in actuality he...ugh...told me I should...um...ask...you." I barely got the last part out.

SILENCE

SILENCE

She was definitely contemplating something...finally she spoke up about a minute later.

"What do you think?" Lisa asked.

"Does that really matter?" I replied. "I believe the question is, what do you think Lisa?"

She thought some more, then turned and said:

"I'll do it, but I can't promise anything. It'll be my first time with another....um....girl."

"Fine, let's blow their minds, shall we?" I replied.

"Of course," she replied with a sinister grin. "Hey...why don't we both ask for relief, from each other? You game?"

"Hmn...sounds like we may need to have a doctor come...might cause some chest pains among the guys in here...let's do it." I replied, still kinda stunned I was about to do this.

"Ms. Reubenstein" Lisa said with her hand raised.

"Yes Lisa, what is it?" Ms. Reubenstein asked.

"Ma`am, I believe I need relief." Lisa said.

"Ok, very well then. Megan, do you need relief too?" Ms. Reubenstein questioned.

"Yes ma`am," I replied.

"Very well then, would either of you like assistance with it?" Ms. Reubenstein asked.

We both shook our heads yes.

"Well, please choose your partner and proceed." Ms. Reubenstein said.

We both got up, and headed towards the table in the back of the room. Almost every guy in the class was going nuts...hoping we'd pick them. We of course grinned the whole way, knowing we had a hell of a show planned for them.

"You want top or bottom?" Lisa asked.

"You have a preference?" I replied.

"Top actually..." She said.

"Fine then, ready?" I asked.

"Yup", Lisa replied.

I laid down on the table face up...then Lisa climbed on top and got into the 69 position. Do I have to tell you about the sounds that came from the guys in the class? Lots of happy ones, we'll leave it at that.

Well, why bore you with any more details on the subject. I will say that we both had wonderful orgasms...actually I had two and Lisa had three. I think we spent about 10 minutes in that position before we decided we were pleasantly relieved.

I was a bit worried about poor old Ms. Reubenstein, as she didn't look very well...actually, she was quite...what's the word I'm looking for...ugh...I do believe flushed is a good description. She was sitting in her chair staring off into the far wall. She stayed that way for the rest of the class, so the majority of us just sat around and chatted.

When we were walking back to our seats I did notice quite a few noticeable bulges in the guys' pants...what a thrill to know I helped cause them. God, I am turning into a little slut.

The rest of the class went by pretty quickly. Before I knew it the bell rang, and it was time for us to head home. Mike was waiting for me at the door of course, and he was hiding something behind his back.

Mike

I made it to the door of her class just in the nick of time, with a special present...just a small thing really.

"Miss me?" I said.

"Yup," She replied, then gave me a nice long kiss.

I immediately knew something happened in that class. First off, both her and Lisa were very happy. Secondly, she had a taste of something familiar on her lips...and then it hit me.

It was pussy, no doubt about it, and I'd bet a large sum it was Lisa's.

"Hmmn.." I said, motioning Lisa closer.

I took my finger and wiped around Lisa's lips, then tasted it. I was right...she had a similar, more familiar pussy taste on hers.

"Well, well...seems my lovely and intoxicating girlfriend and Lisa had some fun together, did they not?" I said, with a big grin of course.

"Did you stay and watch the show?" Megan asked.

"Naw, I can taste her on your...and your taste is definitely on her." I replied.

We all just looked at each other, then laughed.

"Besides, every guy that's come out of that room has been holding their crotches in pain...so put 2 and 2 together and you get the end result." I replied. "Enjoy yourselves I hope?"

"Very much so." Megan replied.

"Most definitely" Lisa said.

"Oh...before I forget...ma cherie...c'est pour toi" I said, handing her the rose I had behind my back.

"Thank you," Megan replied, giving me another nice kiss.

"Well then, me ladies, shall we?" I said, offering an arm to each.

They each took an arm and we headed for the door, stopping near the office so Lisa could get her clothes.

"You two not going to grab your clothes?" Lisa asked.

"Naw, they're in my car" I replied. "Easier than going out of the way to these lockers."

"Should have known...lazy ass." Lisa said, going into the room.

She grabbed them, then we were on our way.

"Hey Lisa, where's Kevin?" I asked.

"He had a doctor appointment or something." Lisa replied. "Left school last period, didn't seem to happy."

"Ah, you didn't hurt the poor boy now did you?" I grinned.

"Of course not..." Lisa said, with a smile. "Do you think I'm capable of doing something like that?"

"Ugh...YEA!" I replied. "I have know you for a while now..."

"True...but I swear, nothing I did." She replied.

"Anything happening between you two yet?" Megan asked.

"Me and Kevin?" Lisa questioned.

"No, you and the pope. Yea you and Kevin silly." Megan replied.

"No, a little hanky panky. Nothing much more yet. He was hurting a bit the other day, so I gave him some relief..." She giggled. "He was nice enough to return the favor for me."

"Ah, mutual hand jobs...sound like fun times for both of you." Megan replied.

"I get the feeling they weren't hand jobs hun." I said with a slight laugh. "She's smiling too much."

"NOPE, a nice 69." Lisa replied. "You know me too damn well."

Megan laughed at that.

"Of course I do, you like to suck dick Lisa." I replied.

"And lick pussy now..." Lisa laughed.

"Call me anytime." Megan replied.

"Ok, now am I going to have to worry about you two sneaking off anytime soon?" I questioned.

"No, we'll just force you to watch next time." Megan said, which kinda shocked me. Lisa nodded in agreement.

Do I need to tell you what mr. Happy did? He was searching for the starts, from limp to throbbing in 0.03 second flat.

"Great...trying to get me all horny for any particular reason?" I asked.

"Guys needs less than that to get horny, especially you." Lisa replied.

"True, so true." I replied back.

"What gives with driving the car?" Lisa asked, as we arrived there.

"Megan took it yesterday and hasn't given it back...I think she like it." I replied in a joking manner. "That, and she blocked me in this morning so it was just easier."

"You are a lazy ass after all." Lisa replied.

She shot me a hell of a look when I went towards the passenger's door.

"Holy shit girl, you've got him whipped!" Lisa said.

"How so?" Megan asked.

"He's letting you drive...he never lets anyone else drive...ever!" Lisa replied.

Megan

"What?" I asked. "Why not?"

"I dunno, not very trusting I guess." Mike replied.

"Oh...so you do trust me." I replied.

"Maybe...but I was also planning on giving you a quick licking somewhere...that was until Lisa needed a ride." Mike said.

"Don't stop on account of me." Lisa said.

"Naw...you'd like that too much." He replied.

"Me or her?" I asked.

"Both, but she would like watching way too much." Mike replied.

"Right..." Lisa replied.

"You know you would ...you're not only queen exhibitionist, you're a big voyeur too." Mike said.

"So, what's wrong that that?" Lisa asked.

"Nothing, never said anything was." Mike replied. "Anyhow, what you got planned hun?"

"Nothing much, no homework...a bit unusual...but I like it. I do have to run home and get some chores done though" I replied. "You?"

"Gotta research something, but that won't take long...maybe an hour." Mike replied.

"How about you Lisa?" I asked.

"Tons of catching up to do...I've been too busy and forgot about a lot of my school work this week. That, and I'm taking the ACT again on Saturday." Lisa said.

"That ought to be interesting..." Mike said.

"What, the ACT?" Lisa asked.

"Yea...since it's a school event...you gotta go nude." He laughed.

"Aw shit, you're right." Lisa replied. "And it's at that damn Catholic high school to boot...this really isn't going to be fun."

"Yea...they don't quite believe in the program from what I hear." Mike said.

"Well, they will after seeing her." I replied.

"Not what I meant, but yea...maybe so." Mike replied.

"Oh, the morals thing?" I asked.

"Yea," Mike said.

"Maybe I can still ask for relief." Lisa said, then broke into laughter.

"Knowing you, you would." Mike replied.

We were all laughing when we pulled into his driveway. Lisa thanked us for the ride, we said our goodbyes, and she ran over to her house.

"Well, what to do?" I asked.

"Hmmn...I could think of things...but I believe it'd be a good idea to get our prior commitments outta the way first, don't you?" Mike said.

"Yea, sounds good to me." I replied. "How long do you need?"

"About an hour should do it, how about you?" Mike said.

"An hour might be cutting it close, maybe 2 is a bit better for me." I replied.

"Ok, well, give me a holler on the phone when you're done and we'll figure out what we can do." He replied.

"Ok, ride me home?" I asked.

"What, tired of driving already?" He questioned.

"Ugh...no, just figured you wanted your car back." I replied.

"Naw, you can hang on to it. It's just gonna sit here and collect dust otherwise, and I am lazy after all..." he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before he got out.

"You sure your parents won't mind?" I questioned.

"Naw, they've been asking me to do something with it for a while. Sides, I think you kinda like it." He replied.

"Yea...it's nice, the car that is, and having something to drive." I replied.

"Ok, well just don't wreck...of course this would be the car to be in if that happened...nice and safe," he said with a smile. "I see you in a bit, love ya."

"Love ya too." I replied.

I sat there for a second in a bit of surprise...while he walked into his house, then shook it off and drove home. I got into the house, had a quick snack, then went about doing my chores.

About ten minutes later, while I was mopping the kitchen floor, my mother came in.

"Hi mom, just get back?" I asked.

"Yes Megan, the flight was laid over in Denver for some god awful maintenance thing." Mom replied.

"How was your trip?" I asked.

"Alright, a bit boring though. Hopefully we get this deal, we could make a bundle with it." She replied.

"Well, hopefully then." I replied. "I'll be done here in a minute, then we can talk about it. Why don't you go sit and relax."

"I think I might just do that. By the way, who's car is that in the driveway?" she asked.

Ught-o...see, she's been outta town the whole week and I had no clue how much she knew of what was happening. I seriously doubted she knew much at all, since she was so calm. Hmn...what to do, what to say...

"A friends..." I replied.

"Who's?" she asked. I was worried she wouldn't leave it alone at that.

"A guy from school...he's letting me borrow it." I replied under my breath.

"Do I know this guy?" she asked. "And why on earth would her let you borrow his car?"

"Ugh, I don't think you know him that well. Daddy's meet him though, and likes him." I replied, hoping to get outta this conversation quickly.

"Really? Well, that still doesn't answer why he let you borrow it." She replied.

"He has two, this was his spare and as he put it was collecting dust, so he said I could use it for a bit." I replied.

"Well, I don't like it. Next thing you know he'll want something from you... " She said, then started into one of her rambles...I of course tuned her out, as I have always done.

Over the next few minutes we keep going back and forth, and I can't honestly tell you much of what it entailed. I really don't remember, other than I was getting really pissed off at her. Unfortunately I couldn't get away as she had backed me into a corner, and I finally went off on her.

"Well, just so you know he's my boyfriend...I do love him, and we gave each other our virginity. In fact, I spent the night at his house on Monday, he stayed here on Tuesday night, and I was at his house last night cause I tried to sleep here and couldn't. SO DEAL WITH IT. Oh, by the way, we've been running around school naked all week too if you care." I screamed, half crying half pissed.

Well, it caught her by complete surprise. She looked like a train had just hit her. I of course knew this was the time to get the hell outta there ASAP, so I slipped by and grabbed my purse and the keys off the counter. Then I got out to the car and took off.

I drove around for a while, probably 30 minutes, before I pulled over and called Mike.

Mike

After Megan left I cleaned my room real quick, then hit the net to do the research I had needed. Man, you gotta love having hi speed internet access...and I'm not talking Cable or DSL here, I'm talking a full T3 line...yea, all 43 megabits per second.

On the other side of the basement, in the back room where all that ice cream equipment is, we have the servers for the dummy hosing company. We actually provide hosting, and this is also where the data comes in from the businesses. There’s 5 Apple dual-processor Xserve units, and two Xserve RAID units plus all the routers and switches. One of the Xserve RAID units is for the web hosting part, along with 4 of the servers. The fifth server and remaining RAID unit is where the data is captured from the companies. The data is mirrored on two drives, and one is taken to the data room and distributed to the proper server/storage unit. Once we verify the integrity of the data, we destroy the drive from the web end…and I do mean destroy it. We go through those drives like a drunk goes through beers.

So, now the holy shit part. It costs us about $50,000 a month to run the part that’s contained at my place…but we bring in around $75,000 a month…that’s $25,000 a month pure profit folks, for very little work...not even close to full time.

Now, under Uncle Joe’s garage is a different facet of the business, one that many of our storage contract customers also use. That room is 5 times the size of the one at my place, and contains a super computer we lease out to clients. It’s a cluster of 2000 of those Xserve dual processor units, and has a total of just over 100 terabytes in disk space. If I remember correctly, it pushes around 6 teraflops…that’s 6 trillion calculations per second. We secured the money in the form of a loan from a major client…they’re in the Top 50 of Fortune’s list. We’re repaying that loan as fast as possible, and only have about two more years to go. Then, we’ll start all over with another 2000 new computers…hopefully with that long awaited G5 processor we’ve heard tales about.

His part costs on average $110,000 a month, but it brings in $125,000 a month. $80,000 of that cost goes directly to the loan.

So, why am I telling you all this? Well, I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened in the recent days…and I think there’s going to be a big change in my life…and Megan is a huge part of that. I know you’ve been wondering where all this money of mine has come from, since I don’t work so to speak and spend freely, so now you know. I keep 70% of profits from my portion, and share 30% with Uncle Joe. We do a similar split with the profits on his end, 85% and 15% (he works twice as much on his side, and the loan also eats into his profits, so that’s why the split is the way it is.).

So yea, I’m a millionaire…that is really weird to say. The only people who know are a select few...some family members and close relatives…and they think I made a smart choice on investments with some money Uncle Joe gave me. Hell, Lisa just thinks Uncle Joe spoils me, and I let her think it. No one but my parents and Uncle Joe know the real truth.

Anyway, back to the story...I had just finished up with the research when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey..." Megan said, and she didn't sound too happy.

"You alright?" I asked, worried.

"Yea, had a hell of a fight with my mother..." She replied.

"Want me to come over?" I asked.

"NO!" She replied. "Not unless you want her to cut your balls off."

"Ugh, not really...I'm kinda fond of them." I replied back.

"Me too..." She giggled.

"Hey, where are you at?"

"I had to get out and think for a while, so I've been driving around for the past 30 minutes. Why?" She asked.

"Well, I just heard 'pump three you're set to fill' and figured you weren't at home...didn't see a gas station in your yard when I was there last, unless I missed it." I replied.

"I'm at a BP, figured I best pull over before I called you. I'm still trying to get the hang of driving a manual." She replied.

"Naw, you did fine earlier. A few more days and it'll be second nature to you." I replied.

"You mind if I come over?" She asked.

"No, of course not." I replied.

"You hungry?" I questioned.

"Yea, even though I ate earlier when I got home, I'm starving." Megan replied.

"Well, how about a dinner for two at Chez Michael's?" I asked.

"Hmn...whatcha making?" she asked.

"That my dear, is a secret...but you'll like it, just trust me." I said.

"Ok...have everything you need?" she asked.

"Actually, if you could pickup some fresh parsley and some Fontina that'd be great." I replied.

"Fontina?" she questioned.

"Yea, it's a cheese. It's in the far corner of the supermarket, with the specialty cheeses. Should be in a red wax wrapper, and it's usually triangular shaped." I replied. "I need at least 2 ounces though."

"Ok, give me about 15 minutes then." She said.

"Ok, well I'll start on the other part of it till you get here. Thanks, love ya." I replied.

"Love you too." Megan replied.

When we got off the phone I ran upstairs and started prepping the dish. What was I making you ask? Simple, a favorite of mine. Called Stuffed Chicken Siena. Hell, I'll even tell you how to make it yourself, it's a great dish. First, here's what you'll need:

• Filling & Chicken:
  3 oz mozzarella, shredded
  1 oz Parmesan, grated
  3 oz smoked Gouda, chopped
  2 oz Fontina cheese, shredded
  2 oz sun-dried tomatoes, chopped
  1/4 tsp ground black pepper
  1/4 tsp ground red cayenne pepper
  1 Tbsp green onions, chopped
  1 tsp garlic, minced
  2 Tbsp fresh parsley, chopped
  1 egg
  2 Tbsp heavy cream
  4 chicken breasts (6-8 oz each), butterfly cut
• For Siena Sauce/Pasta:
  1 oz extra virgin olive oil
  1 Tbsp garlic, chopped
  1/2 cup(s) Kalamata olives, pitted and chopped
  1/2 cup(s) green olives with pimiento, chopped
  1 Tbsp small capers, rinsed
  1/2 cup(s) red wine
  1 cup(s) tomatoes, diced
  29 oz canned tomato puree
  1/2 tsp salt
  1/4 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
  2 medium-size red bell peppers, cut in 1-inch pieces
  1 Tbsp sugar
  2 Tbsp fresh sweet basil, chopped
  1 1/2 lb(s) cooked pasta

Ok, now here's how you make it. First you start by preparing the cheese filling. Put all the ingredients under filling & chicken into a large mixing bowl, except for the chicken. Mix them really well with a strong spoon until everything well blended. Then divide the mixture into 4 portions. If you aren't going to use it right away, wrap it and put it in the fridge.

Turn your oven on and set it for 450deg F.

Next, clean the chicken and then butterfly cut each one. In other words, cut down the middle of each from the skinny side, it should fold open and look somewhat like a butterfly I guess...I dunno, that's the kind of cut they call it though.

When that's done, take one breast and one portion of the cheese mixture and spread it evenly on both sides of the chicken. Then fold one side over on the other. Do the same with the remain breasts and mixture.

Put the stuffed chicken on a baking sheet that you sprayed with cooking spay or greased with olive oil. Bake it for 20minutes at 450, or until the inside temp is 165 def F.

With that done, you can make the sauce. Heat the olive oil in a small sauce pan, then sauté the garlic for about one minute, but don't brown it. Ad the olives and capers, then stir. Then add the red wine and bring it to a boil. Now add the remaining ingredients, except for the basil. Bring it back to a boil, then reduce the heat to medium for 5 to 7 minutes. Finally, add the basil and stir really well, removing it from the heat.

To serve, just put some pasta on a plate, put one or two pieces of chicken over it, then pour sauce over everything. You can even garnish it with some chopped parsley if you want to go all out.

It's actually easy to make, takes about an hour tops, and I've been doing it since 15 so almost anyone could.

Well, enough with that. Megan got to the house with the stuff I needed about 20 minutes later. I was all done with everything else, waiting for the final ingredients.

"Whatcha making?" she asked, giving me a quick kiss.

"You'll see, can you cut that cheese up in cubes and throw it in that glass bowl for me?" I asked.

"Sure" She replied.

While she did that, I chopped up some parsley.

"Whoa, look at you go." megan laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"You do that like those guys on TV," she replied.

"Oh, never noticed." I replied. "Habit now, I guess."

"So you gonna tell me what this is?" Megan asked.

"Not until we eat, why don't go down to my room and enjoy that Jacuzzi...might help you a bit, you seem tense." I replied.

"Yea, I think you;re right. How long till we eat?" She said.

"I'd say 1/2 hours tops." I replied. "I'll call you when it's getting close, now go, relax."

"Ok, ok...I'm going." She replied.

She started to walk out and I grabbed the bowl with the mixture to stir it.

"Hey Mike!" Megan said.

"Yea," I replied looking up.

She flashed me an evil grin, then lifted up her shirt and flashed me her tits.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I dunno, seemed like something to do. Didn't like?" she asked.

"No, of course I like it...just didn't expect it." I replied.

She smiled, then went down the stairs.

I finished up the prep, and put the stuff in the oven then started cooking the pasta.

Then I heard her cell phone ring, the pink panther theme song of all things. It must have been in her purse, so I went over and grabbed it. The name on the id said !Daddy-Work! so I went ahead and answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Mike?" Mr. Marbary said, a bit stunned.

"Yes sir." I replied.

"Oh, ok...I thought I might have hit the wrong speed dial, just wanted to make sure. Is Megan there?" he said.

"Yea, she's here. She's in our Jacuzzi right now, thought that might help her relax...she was a bit tense." I said. "I'm in the middle of making dinner."

"Ok, well I just wanted to make sure everything was alright...I heard her and her mother got into an argument of sorts." He said.

"That's what she said when she called me earlier, but we haven;t talked about it. If you can hold on a second I'll run the phone down to her." I replied.

"Sure, I'd appreciate it." He replied.

I finished putting the pasta in, then ran downstairs to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Has it been a 1/2 hour already?" Megan asked, surprised.

"No, but you my dear have a call." I replied.

"Who is it?"

"Your father." I replied.

"Oh, ok...how'd he get your number?" she asked, a bit stunned.

"He didn't, it's you cell." I replied, opening the door.

"Oh, ok." She said as I handed her the phone, then ran back upstairs to finish dinner.

Megan

"Hi daddy!" I said.

"Hi sweatie, how's it going?" he asked.

"Ugh, not so good. Me and mom had a little spat." I replied.

"Yea, I heard. In fact, I can't hear much out of my left ear right now...she was very loud, and made no sense." He replied.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I said.

"It's alright, but do you mind telling me what happened so I don't come home blind into the middle of a hurricane, so to speak?" He asked.

"Ugh, sure..." I said, then gave him a brief synopsis of what had happened, including what I said to her when I went off.

"Oh my, well, that explains it." He replied.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking and I was really mad and just said it." I replied.

"Well, she would have found out sooner or later, and somehow I'm a bit relieved that I didn't have to tell her." He said. "I have a few things to take care of here, then I'm going to head home and I'll try to talk to her."

"Ok...I was going to wait until you got home to return myself." I replied.

"Yea, that would probably be a good idea. In fact, did Mike's parents mind you staying over there Monday?" Daddy asked.

"Not that I'm aware of, they're out of town I think but he said they knew about it and didn't care." I replied.

"Well, maybe you should stay there tonight and let things cool down. I'll try and deal with you mother." He replied.

"Ok...a week ago this would seem really weird...but ok." I replied.

"Well, try to relax and I'll talk with you later. If you need to get a hold of me call my cell phone, ok?" he said.

"Ok," I replied.

"Have a good night pumpkin, I love you." he said.

"I love you too Daddy." I replied.

Mark this as the weirdest, most eventful week in my life. Oh well, need I tell you I was getting tired of thinking about everything, so I just decided to forget about it and enjoy myself.

I mean, what else could I do, right? Sit there...er lay there I guess...and let it bother me all night long. Hell no, I'm sick of living my life that way. I've done it way too long and I was never happy. Since letting go this week I've never been happier. So I decided then that I wasn't going to be a control freak anymore. I actually felt better.

I just laid there in the tub, letting the jets of water massage my body. One in particular was my favorite...I'll let you guess what part it kept hitting. I swear, I think I had 4 orgasms during that bath and I didn't touch myself once the whole time down there.

Now, they were a bit different than the ones I had experienced before. A bit tamer, and just felt different. I really can't describe it any better than that. But don't get me wrong here, even if they were a bit different they still felt great. I was definitely relaxing and enjoying myself, that's for sure.

I was just about to have my another when Mike called me and said it was time for dinner. My stomach said go eat, my pussy disagreed. So my hand made a happy compromise, reaching down and rubbing my clitty. It only took a few seconds before I went off, enjoying my fifth of the series.

Satisfied, I think, I got out and dried off with one of those famous towels he had...did I mention the things were huge, and soft too. I really think I'm going to become a frequent visitor of this bathroom of his, I just had too much damn fun not to.

I finished up drying off, then put my hair up and strolled out to him room still wrapped in the towel. I took a look at my clothes, then surprised myself. I didn't want to put them on, the mere thought made me sad. What the hell was happening to me?

Oh well, fuck it. He'll just really be happy to see me, all of me, I figured. So I dropped the towel on his floor and strolled upstairs.

For some reason all the lights were off, and there was some kind of classical like music playing in the background. I'm not sure what it was, but it was really beautiful.

I turned the corner into the kitchen, there was some faint light coming from in there, and there he was grinning at me standing by the table. Damn, when he cooks he goes all out. Not only had he made everything, then had it served and ready to eat...but he had also done the music, going as far as having flowers on the table and even candles...a candle light dinner for two...how romantic is that? My romance meter went through the roof...I couldn't believe he did all this. There was even two bottles of wine on the table, looked like a red wine and a white wine.

"Oh my..." He said.

"My thoughts exactly." I replied.

"Were you that hungry that you forget your clothes?" He asked, with a big grin.

"No, just felt like not dressing, I'll tell you later." I replied.

"Are you in danger of becoming a nudist, my love?" He asked.

"I think I might be." I replied, with a little laugh.

I don't know why, but it hit me right then and there...I just knew. I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, there was no question about it. We just fit perfectly, and I'm sure he felt the same way about me...I could see it in his eyes.

He came over and gave me a kiss, then whispered into my ear:

"You look amazing, god I love you."

"I love you to." I replied, kissing him back.

We stayed like that for a min or so, before I broke it up.

"Not that I want this to end..." I said, still staring him in the eyes, with my arms around his neck; his around mine..."But the food's getting cold."

"Ok, but after dinner those lips are mine!" He said.

"Ummm...you can count on it." I replied.

We broke our embrace, and he lead me around the table, pulling out the chair for me to sit.

"Thank you," I replied. "This looks wonderful!"

"You're welcome, and so I might add, do you." He replied.

"So what exactly is it?"I asked. "It looks familiar."

"Stuffed Chicken Siena is what they call it. There's a cheese filling in the chicken, and the sauce is based on red wine, peppers, and tomatoes." he replied.

"Mmmn, smells great..." I replied.

"Tastes even better." He replied. "Do you prefer a red or white wine?"

"Um, I'm not a big wine drinker...what's better?" I asked.

"I think that's a personal preference more than anything, but I'm a bit different than most...I like the red with this dish. Most people enjoy the white though." He replied.

"I think I'll trust your judgement..." I replied.

"Ok, just try a little first though...this is a stronger wine and it's a bit of an acquired taste." He replied, pouring a bit into my glass.

"What is it exactly?" I asked, taking a sip.

It was a very dark red, the taste was kinda...um, I guess thick is the word, and had a very sharp smell to it.

"It's a La Tâche, a burgundy wine from France. La Tâche Grand Cru 1997 Domaine de la Romanée Conti." He replied. "What do you think?"

"I like it, it's a lot different from what I'm used to but then again I don't have much experience to compare it with." I replied. "Each sip just gets better and better."

"Glad you like it, but enjoy it...we can't have this every night just yet." He replied.

"Expensive?" I asked, knowing this was definitely not a 10$ or 20$ one...that was for sure. I guessed maybe 50$.

"You could say that..." he replied, smiling.

"How much a bottle?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?" he asked.

"Yea...I might want to buy my dad a bottle for his birthday...he like wine, just mom never let us have any." I replied.

"Take a guess..." he replied. "I'll let you know when you're close."

"50$?" I said.

"Per glass," He said...was it a question, I though so.

"No...the bottle silly." I replied, taking another sip.

"No, I meant that might be about right per glass." he said, matter of factly.

"WHAT!" I replied. I about chocked when he said that...there could be maybe 15 glass fulls in there...I was guessing. That meant it was like 800$ a bottle.

"You're joking, right?" I asked.

"No...I wouldn't joke about that." He replied.

"You're telling me I'm drinking wine that costs 800$ a bottle?" I said, really stunned at that point.

"Well, if you buy it by the bottle it's about 700$ I believe. But that was a year ago so it might be more now." He replied.

"Why are we drinking this...my god that's outrageous." I replied.

"You, my love, are definitely worth it." He replied.

"I....I....How..." I couldn't talk...I was really at a loss for words by then.

"My Uncle gave it to me last year as a present when he got back from France. He told me that when I found the girl I knew I was in love with, you know head over heels and all, that we should drink it together." He replied. "That girl, of course, is you..."

"I...I..." I was still a bit shocked you might say.

"Shssh...I love you, totally and absolutely...there no doubt about it in my mind, I have since I first meet you." He said.

"I love you too...but this is just...I dunno..." Megan replied.

"Don't worry about it, I want to share it with you. Now, lets eat before everything is frozen..." he finally said.

"Ok," I replied.

The meal, it was excellent...he really can cook, I'm talking 5 star here. I've ate at some really good restaurants, daddy always takes us when we're on vacation or sometimes just for special events. We've been to Spago which is in Beverly Hills, CA and run by Wolfgang Puck, Charlie Trotter’s which is in Chicago, Alain Ducasse's in New York, and of course on a couple of occasions, though it's a few hours away, La Maisonette which is in Cincinnati, OH.

If you don't know, La Maisonette has been a 5 star restaurant for 40 consecutive years. That's evidentially quite an accomplishment, as no other restaurant in the US can challenge that claim or even come close to it. Daddy loves that place, and makes sure if we're even remotely (I'm talking an hour away even) close that we stop and eat there. I swear, the chef knows him by first name and they talk like old friends...it's kinda funny actually.

I kept thinking, if my dad hadn't seem to like him as well as he seems to already, I could just let Mike cook something for him...that would definitely seal the deal. He'd try and marry us in a heart beat, I'm sure of it.

Sorry about that, sometimes I just start to ramble and it gets outta hand. So, anyway, back to the story...we were sitting there after finishing our meal. I was on my third glass of that outrageously expensive wine, and we had shared some small talk during the dinner.

"So, what do you think?" He asked.

"It was great!" I replied. "To hell with design or whatever, you should be a chef."

"Naw, it's just a hobby...I like food, and I love to cook. But my passion is design." He replied. "But I appreciate the praise."

"So, what do we do now?" I said.

I'll admit it, I wasn't drunk but I did feel a bit relaxed.

"Well, desert of course." He replied.

"Ummm...and what pray tell might that be?" I asked.

"Strawberry shortcake," he replied.

"Yummy..." I replied.

He started to clear off the table and I figured I should help, but he would let me, and made me sit back down.

"Now what kind of host would I be I I allowed that?" he asked.

"I don't mind..." I started to say.

"Nope, my dear...you sit that beautiful behind back down there and relax...it'll only take me a minute, ok?" He said.

"Ok, if you insist." I replied...thinking, I could really get used to this.

He finished clearing off the table, then brought out the desert. Even that looked really good.

"Whipped cream?" he asked.

"Sure!" I replied, licking my lips.

He spooned some on my plate, and I swear his hands were shaking...really weird.

I had made it through half of desert when I hit something in the shortcake.

"There's something in my ..." I laughed.

"What!" he replied. "Maybe a bit too much wine, my dear?"

"No, I'm serious!" I laughed. "And I'm not drunk either."

He came around the table, and got down on his knees, looking at my shortcake on the plate.

He was making all kinds of funny faces, squinting his eyes and poking it with my fork.

"Megan my love, I do believe you're right!" he exclaimed, in his best impersonation of Sherlock Homes. "There does seem to be some item in your shortcake. Do be a good sport and dig it out, would you please."

I was laughing my ass off...his impersonation isn't the greatest, but he tries...I'll give him that.

I dug out the item, but couldn't tell right away what it was as it was covered in whipped cream. It almost looked like a ring...yea, that's what it was...he bought me a friendship ring, how sweet is that.

I looked at him smiling, and he just smiled back, mouthing the words I love you.

I cleaned it off in the glass of water sitting by me and then, after seeing it, I almost fainted.

Why you ask? This wasn't like any friendship ring I've ever seen, and I swear it had a diamond on it...a big diamond.

"This isn't real...tell me this isn't real." I said.

"No, I'm sorry but it's most definitely real." He replied.

"I can't take this...it's too much." I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, to start it had to cost an arm and a leg, and I know people whose wedding rings are less than this." I said, looking at him.

"So?" he asked. "I want you to have it, you deserve it."

"Don't get me wrong, I love it, but this is too much for a friendship ring." I said.

"Friendship ring? Why on earth would I buy you one of those...I'm in love, completely and utterly, with you..." He said. "Look, I'm even on my knees in front of you..."

"I..." I started to say, when it hit me...like a truck.

"Megan, Je suis dans l'amour avec toi. Il n'y a pas de question d'il, totalement et complètement. Par le regard sur votre face je pense que vous avez une idée que qui vraiment est, et vous avez raison...c'est un anneau d'engagement.

("Megan, I'm in love with you. There's no question about it, totally and completely. By the look on your face I think you have an idea what that truly is, and you're right...it's an engagement ring.")

"What?" I said...blown far, far away.

"Megan, vous m'épouserez?" He said, staring right into my eyes and holing my hand shut over the ring. ("Megan, will you marry me.")

"Oh my god...oh my god...you're serious." I keep saying, over and over.

"Oui...I'm very serious." He replied.

I was speechless...I mean I never saw this coming, even after initially seeing the ring. I had to think, not about the question, but just think and calm down...so I didn't answer him like a babbling fool...I already knew what I was going to say...finally I calmed down enough to say it.

"YES!" I screamed.

Mike

She said YES, she said YES! Ok, I knew she would...er, I at least had a really good idea, but you never do know with these things.

We both locked into an embrace, hugging and kissing each other madly. Her plate fell off the table, which had been pushed back from us hitting it, and broke on the floor. The chair fell over, but we were oblivious to it all.

"I...I can't believe this...I love you..." Megan said, tears in her eyes.

"As do I, as do I." I replied, tears in my eyes.

We just stayed in our embrace, hugging and kissing, and crying, for a while, before I finally said:

"May I?" taking the ring.

"Yes," Megan said.

I slipped it on her finger, then kissed it.

We shared another kick kiss, and hugged each other tight. Of course, Murphy's law came in effect, as her cell phone rang right after that.

"You should answer that..." I said.

"I don't want to let go of you..." She replied.

"Me neither, but you should answer it...they'll be plenty of time for us to hold one another in the future." I replied.

"I guess your right." She said, kissing me a letting go to find her phone.

"On the counter," I said pointing towards it.

She found it and picked up.

"Hello? Daddy....no, everything's absolutely amazing...no dad, tears of joy...I'll tell you about it in person...How's mom?...ok, we'll be right over...love you too, bye." She said, then hung up.

"Well, I assume we're taking a trip to your house?" I said.

"If you don't mind, yes please." Megan replied.

"That's alright, but you might want to put some clothes on first." I said, grinning of course.

"Ok, I'll be right back." she replied, kissing me quick, then bouncing...and I do mean bouncing...down the stairs to my room.

I started to clean up when I heard a knock on the patio door. So I went and answered it, Lisa...go figure.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, letting her in.

"Nothing much, heard some screaming...everything alright?" Lisa asked.

"Oh, yea...long story." I replied, trying to cleanup the mess.

"What happened here?" Lisa asked, a bit concerned.

"Oh, Megan and me got a bit excited and...well...this was the end result." I replied.

"Agh...a little loving on the table, eh?" She said. "Couldn't wait to get down to the bed...tsk...tsk..."

"Not exactly...or at least not in the manner you're thinking of. She's downstairs getting dressed, you'll see in a minute." I replied.

"What?" Lisa asked.

"You'll see," I replied.

I finished cleaning up the mess just as Megan reappeared, in shorts and one of my t-shirts.

Megan

"You don't mind me wearing this shirt..." I said coming up the stairs, then saw Lisa standing there.

"Hi Lisa!" I screamed, running and hugging her...ok, I was really excited.

"Hi..." she said, "What gotten into you?"

"Not into, on..." I replied, holding my hand up.

"OMG..is that what I think it is?" Lisa asked, in wonder.

I just shook my head and we both hugged each other, screaming and laughing.

"WOW! Congratulations..." Lisa said. "You're not joking, right?"

"No, it's for real." Mike said.

"WOW...I don't know what else to say...WOW!" Lisa said.

"Me neither!" Megan giggled...I'm still in shock.

"My god, it's huge...and it beautiful...clear as day." Lisa said.

"It's 69 points, D color, F for clarity. Princess cut of course, for my beautiful princess." Mike said.

"DF!" Lisa said. "Holy shit, that's colorless and flawless...you can't get anything better..."

"Mike, how...this had to cost you both arms and both legs..." I started to say.

"Don't worry about it...you deserve the best...and you have the best, I wouldn't have it any other way." He replied.

We talked some more, before Mike told Lisa we had to get to my house. We said our goodbyes, I grabbed the bottle of wine, then got in the car and headed towards my home. Mike drove, which was a good idea since I was still in shock.

"I was going to ask your dad first, but I didn't know how you'd feel about that so I figured I should ask you first." Mike said.

"I wouldn't have worried about me, but I would have died to see his face when you asked that." I replied. "God, I love you."

"I love you too." He replied. "So, what do we tell them?"

"Well, I think we both know we need to wait a year or two...make it an extended engagement...but I plan on telling the tonight if that's alright with you." I replied.

"You need to get out of my head." Mike said, kinda laughing.

"I assume that's a yes?" I replied.

"Yes, that was pretty much what I was thinking." Mike replied.

We made it to my house, got out, shared a quick kiss, then went in holding hands.

Everyone was watching TV in the family room, so I set the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and we went in an made or presence known.

"Hi daddy," I said giving him a hug.

"Hi pumpkin," he replied. "How are you Mike?"

"Good, sir." Mike replied, shaking his hand.

"Where's mom?" I asked.

"In the basement, we'll go see her in a second." Daddy replied.

"Ok, before I forget we brought you some wine to try...thought you might like it." I said.

"Wine?" Daddy asked.

"Yea, Mike made me an amazing dinner and we had a little wine with it. I wanted you to have a glass." I replied.

"Ok, well lets see how it is." He said.

We went out to the kitchen, and I grabbed the wine glasses out of the curio. 4 glasses, then poured some in each.

Daddy took the glass I handed him, smelled it, then took a sip.

"Very strong smell, and exquisite taste. A very nice burgundy, and very deep color." He replied. "What is it?"

"La Tâche Grand Cru 1997 Domaine de la Romanée Conti," I said.

"La Tâche?" He replied. "Why does that name ring a bell?"

"It's from a grand cru vineyard in the côtes de nuits region of France. My Uncle gave it to me as a gift when he returned from France." Mike said.

"Côtes de nuits, you say? If I remember right that's a very famous area for wine, and grand cru is the highest level of honor bestowed upon a vineyard. This is definitely an expensive wine, there's no doubt in my mind." Daddy said.

"Oh yea, I almost chocked when he told me..." I laughed.

"I bet, but I do like it. Every sips seems to get better."

"Yes it does..." Mike replied, taking another sip.

"I get the feeling you're about to tell me something..." Daddy said.

"Well, I...ugh..." I couldn't say it, so I decided to just hold my hand out and show him the ring, hoping her would get the picture.

"Megan, is that what I think it is?" he asked, taking a big drink of the wine.

"What's that daddy?" I asked.

"Well, it would seem to me that it is an engagement ring." He replied.

"Well I do have the world's smartest daddy, don't I?" I replied.

"That you do, I hope." He replied. "Are you two absolutely sure about this?" He asked.

"Yes, totally, positively, without a doubt." I replied. "And we plan on this being something long-term, the engagement, at least a year or two." I replied.

"Well, if it makes you happy, then I'm happy." Daddy replied, giving me a hug. "Congratulations, both of you." he said, raising his glass in a toast.

We of course raised ours, then drank.

"I have to tell mom, but I'm not sure how to just yet." I said.

"Well, I don't think there'll be an easy way to go about it. I believe your best bet would be to do what you just did to me, give her some wine then show her the ring." He replied.

"All or nothing, huh?" I replied.

"Yea pumpkin, that's a good way to put it." He replied.

"Can you at least go down there with this glass and soften her up?" I asked.

"Ok, I think I can do that." He said, taking the extra glass of wine with him.

"Wait about 5 minutes, then come on down."

"Ok, thanks daddy." I said.

He nodded his head and went downstairs. I sat there sipping the wine...ok, I was chugging the wine actually...comtemplating what to say to mom, and trying to figure out her objections beforehand so I had my retorts ready.

"You alright with this?" I asked Mike.

"Yea, are you?" He replied.

"A bit scared of what might happen...I have to warn you, she can go off on the smallest of things, so this could make her really blow her top." I replied.

"That's alright, I'm with you regardless. Just hold my hand, I won't go anywhere. If you need me to say something, squeeze me." He said, smiling at me.

"Squeeze you? I like that...I just might do it." I replied. "Oh, that would really set her off if I did that."

"Whoa...I meant my hand, darling." Mike replied, laughing.

"I know...I couldn't resist the comment though." I replied.

"Well, if you can joke like that then your mind is ready. I think the five minutes is up anyway." He replied.

"Ok," I said, taking a big sip of wine, "Lets do it."

I refilled my glass half-way, then we walked downstairs hand in hand.

When we got down there, mom and dad were sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking their wine.

"Hi sweetheart," daddy said.

"Hi dad, hi mom." I replied.

Well, at least she was trying to be civil...but she was definitely shooting daggers at Mike with her stare.

"Mom, this is Mike. Mike, my mom." I said.

"Nice to meet you, ma`am." Mike said.

"You too, Mike." Mom replied. "Have a seat."

We sat down across from them on the love seat.

Mike

Well, so far so good I guess. Her mom hadn't gone off in a rage yet...I kinda thought she might after what Megan had told me about her, and after the little fight her and her mom had earlier today.

"So, I understand you were both put into the program this week?" Her mom asked.

"Yes ma`am," I replied.

"How has that gone?" She asked.

"Good, I believe. It's and interesting experience, that would be the best way I could describe it." I replied.

"I agree," Megan said.

"So, how long have you known each other?" she asked.

"Since our freshmen year," Megan said.

The conversation went on like that for a few minutes, back and forth, general stuff really.

"I must say, this wine does grow on you." Her mom said.

"I agree," Megan replied.

"Just how much have you had tonight, young lady?" she asked.

"I think this is my forth glass, but I'm not sure." Megan replied.

"Oh, just great, not only are you having sex...but now you're drinking." she said. "I supposed next you're going to tell me to start stocking up on diapers?"

I think she was about to loose it, when her dad stepped in.

"Now Alice, you know that is not true. Megan is responsible, and I told her she could have some wine tonight to celebrate." He said.

"Why on earth would you do such a thing, William?" Her mother said.

Ught-o...sounds like this could get ugly.

"Why? Because she's not a little girl anymore, and she can make intelligent decisions on her own. She's 17 for christ's sake." He said.

"Well I don't like it, just like I don't like the thought of her sleeping around." she said.

"Sleeping around? What in the hell gave you that idea?" Megan said, you could hear the anger in her voice.

"Don't you use that tone with me!" Her mother replied, raising her voice.

"I'm sorry mother, but you will just have to face the facts. I love Mike, and we will choose to express that in any manner we choose. You have no right, or say, in the matter as far as I'm concerned." Megan said.

"And what happens when you get pregnant? Do you expect me to help you then?" She replied.

"Well, I don't think that'll be a problem. I don't lan on that happening, and I have taken precautions to ensure it won't, but if it does then that's our responsibility." Megan replied.

"Precautions? Condoms will break Megan. What happens then?" She asked.

"Well, we don't use them so that's a moot point. If you really have to know, I had the shot this week and plan to stay on it." Megan said.

Whoa...that set her mom off, but on her dad.

"You let her get the shot?" She screamed. "How could you?"

"No, he didn't. I got it on my own, as I am old enough to make that decision myself. Maybe you forget what year we're in, but it is 2003 mother. A girl only needs to be 15 to consent to the shot without parental permission." Megan said.

"And what about diseases?" she asked.

"Well, we were both virgins, we both have had little to no sexual life before that, and neither of us uses drugs of any kind." Megan replied.

"And what happens if you two break up?" She asked.

"If I thought that would be an issue, I would handle it when the time arose. However, I know for a fact that that will no happen. I am totally, head over heels, in love with Mike. He feels the same way about me." Megan said.

"I'll believe it when I see the ring on your finger, not a moment sooner." she replied.

Megan looked at me, and flashed me that 'got her`grin.

"Well, then you better start believing." Megan said.

The she raised her hand and showed her mother the ring. Now, why don't I remember to carry a camera around with me? The look on her mother's face was absolutely priceless.

"Are you a believer yet?" Megan asked.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, and I will not allow this." Her mother said. "And don't you say a god damn word William!"

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, however there is nothing you can do about it mother." Megan replied.

"Watch me. Tomorrow I'm taking you out of that god forsaken school and enrolling you at Winthorp." She replied.

"I'll believe it when I see it, and this is the end of our conversation." Megan replied, standing up.

"I will not have you talking to me like that in my own house!" Her mother replied.

"Well, I didn't plan on staying so I really don't give a rats ass." Megan replied. "Daddy, I'm sorry but I think it's time we leave. I love you."

We headed upstairs, her dad was right behind us. I have no clue what her mother was doing, but she was reaching for the phone as we were leaving.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, but I don't know what I can do to stop her." Her dad said. "I've seen this look in her eyes before, and there is nothing anyone can say to sway her from her decision."

"We'll have to figure something out." I replied.

"I'm sorry daddy," Megan replied, hugging him.

"It's alright pumpkin, I'll try my hardest to calm her down." he replied.

We said our goodbyes, then left and headed back to my house.

Megan

That bitch! I wanted her dead, I really mean it. I was pissed, I never get pissed. I didn't know what to do, but I knew she was serious.

"You alright?" Mike asked.

"No, she'll do it...I know she will." I replied.

He seemed to be in deep thought at that moment.

"Penny for your thoughts." I said.

"Well, I see two things we could do to stop this from happening. First, we could step up the wedding. But, that might not hold up completely if your mom challenged it in court, which we both know she would. Under 18 requires parental consent and your mom would fight it to the nail. That, and my parents are out of town and have no clue about everything, so I don;t see that as an option."

"You would do that?" Megan asked.

"Of course...the wedding is a ritual to me, kinda useless in my opinion. I've given you my heart, nothing else matters. I love you, that's all I need and nothing will change that. I would do absolutely anything it took to make sure nothing got in the way of our love." I replied.

"Ok," she said.

"I think the other option is a better one though, as it would be totally legal and there's nothing anyone could do about it." I said.

"What's that?" She asked.

"You declare yourself independent. It's a legal action that says you are declaring yourself your own person, free to make choices as you see fit. Basically giving you the same rights as if you were 18 years old." I replied.

"What's the catch?" She asked.

"Well, we would have to find a lawyer to draw up the paper work. Then we'd have to get an announcement put into the paper's legal section." I replied.

"Ok, but that could take a few days." Megan replied. "And cost a boat load of money, no doubt."

"Well, usually it could take that long, but we might be able to swing it." I replied. "Can I borrow your cell? Left mine at home."

"Sure," she replied.

I dialed Lisa's number.

"Who are you calling?" Megan asked.

"Lisa's, her dad is a lawyer." I replied.

"How do you know all this anyway?" She asked.

"I did it myself a year ago, albeit for different reasons." I replied.

"Lisa, hey is your dad around?" I said.

"He's watching reruns of John Wayne movies on TV," Lisa said.

"Mind asking him if I could talk to him tonight, ASAP. Got a big problem I need to discuss with him." I said.

"I'll go ask him, hang on a sec." She replied.

I guess she put the phone down to go ask him. About a minute later she came back.

"Yea, come on over, he'll be waiting." She said.

"Ok, thanks, I'll be there in 10." I said.

"Everything alright?" Lisa asked.

"Not really, but we'll tell you about it later...I gotta make another call. Thank again." I said.

"Ok, see you then." She replied, then hung up.

"He'll see us?" Megan asked.

"Yea, I knew he would, just wanted to give him some notice." I replied.

"We still can't get the ad though, it's definitely too late." She said.

"Not necessarily," I replied. "Mom works at the paper, and I know everyone there."

"You have contacts in everything, don't you?" Megan said, laughing.

"And you're complaining why?" I replied, with a smile of course.

"Not complaining..." She said.

"K..." I replied.

We pulled onto my street at that point.

I dialed the number to the paper, hoping Cindy was still there.

"Cindy? Mike Donahue...how's everything going?"

"On time, thank god." Cindy replied.

"Any chance you could do me a HUGE favor?" I asked.

"What's that?" Cindy asked.

"I need to get a legal announcement in the paper tomorrow. Is there anyway you could get that in, it's really important." I said.

"I don't know, my guy that does the setting already left...unless you can find someone to do a file real quick." She said.

"What software are you using for typesetting?" I asked.

"Adobes stuff, so we'd need a InDesign file or a PDF-X file of it." She replied.

"Ok, I can do that, what dimensions?" I asked.

"1in wide by 3in tall, it needs a 1/8in bleed and a 1/8in margin." Cindy replied.

"Ok, when the absolute max deadline?" I asked.

"Within the hour." She replied.

"I'll have it to you in 30 minutes, thanks." I replied. "I appreciate it."

"No problem." She replied. "Good night."

"Nite." I said.

We pulled into the drive then.

"Ok, lets talk to Mr. Fitzwater, then we need to create that ad." I said.

"Alright," Megan replied.

Lisa meet us at the door to let us in, told us her dad was in his office. So, we headed in that direction. I knocked on the door when we got there.

"Come in." Mr. Fitzwater said.

"Hi sir, sorry to bother you so late." I said. "This is Megan, Megan this is Lisa's dad, Mr. Fitzwater."

"How do you do, Megan." Mr. Fitzwater asked.

"I've been better," she replied.

We went through the whole spiel, what had happened today and what Megan's mother had threatened, then what we wanted to do about it.

"You sure you understand what you want to do here Megan?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Well, I can get the papers done in 20 minutes, and my wife can notarize them. Mike, here's what the ad needs to say." He said, handing me a piece of paper.

"Thank you so much." Megan replied.

"Don't mention it, you can wait outside in the living room if you want. The remote to the TV is on the coffee table." he said.

"Thanks," I replied.

We got up and headed out of his office. I showed Megan where the Living Room was.

"I'm going to run over to my place and get this ad out to Cindy, then I'll be right back over." I said.

"Ok...I'll be here." She replied.

Lisa had came in, so I asked her to sit with Megan...I didn't think she should be alone.

Then I ran over to the house, got on my computer, and typed out the ad as fast as I could. I looked over it a few times, ran spell check, etc. When I was satisfied with it, I exported it as a PDF-X and e-mailed it to Cindy. I called her on the phone to make sure she got it alright, which she did, then headed back over to Lisa's.

Megan

What was I feeling? I dunno, lets just say today has been great, and had some really shitty times too.

Mike ran over to his house to do the ad we needed, but I think he made Lisa sit with me.

"You alright?" Lisa asked.

"Yea, no, I dunno." I replied.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"Not really," I replied.

"Well, If you decide you do I'll listen." Lisa said.

"Ok," I replied.

We just sat there, not really saying anything, watching the TV. As usual, there wasn't much on...I think we flipped through all 200 channels they had before deciding on a WWII documentary the History Channel was airing.

Need I tell you that my little devil voice was going overtime in my head? It was wondering how I could put my mom smack dab in the middle of the scenes flashing across the TV. I'm sure you've seen them before, the troops storming the beaches at Normandy...bodies everywhere, explosions, the whole nine yards. I found myself wishing she was in the middle of it...how fucked up is that?

I was so lost in the that I never noticed Mike had returned. I finally figured it out when I felt him pull me closer and hold me tight. It just felt right, I instantly felt 100% better.

"Thanks," I said.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything," I replied.

"No need to thank me, I'm here for you no matter what." He replied.

There was never any doubt in my mind, I knew he loved me, but it didn't quite register until now how important that was. I put my head on his shoulder, and took his right hand in mine. We sat like that until Lisa's dad came out with the paperwork, all filled out and notarized. All I had to do was sign my name, which I did without a thought.

We thanked Mr. Fitzwater, then went back to Mike's place. We were both worn out, probably due to the fact that we only had 3 or so hours of sleep last night. We fell asleep in each other's arms...I doubt it was much past 8pm.

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