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 The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 13

   When they pulled out of the parking lot, they were headed in our
direction.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  Beth stayed about two blocks
behind them.  <Bonnie, I'm going to cut the bastard's balls off if he
kisses you again,> I told her.

   <You are not!  Michael Allen Green you will behave yourself and carry
through with this plan, or I will disown you.  I don't like it any more
than you do, but I'm putting down my gag reflex to get the job done.  Don't
let your petty jealousy cause this to fail.>

   <I'm sorry Bonnie.  It's just that I know what a slime ball he is, and I
don't like to see you put in this position.>

   <You think he's a slime ball?  You should be reading his mind like I am.
He's imagining how big my nipples are and what my pussy looks like right
now.  He thinks I'm a sure thing.  By the way, the bastard has VD.  He
doesn't know what variety because he's afraid of going to the doctor.  He
just knows his dick burns and itches and it hurts to pee.  He's not going
to let that stop him from trying to stick it to me though.>

   <Oh God!  Be careful Bonnie.>

   <I will Sweety.  I don't plan to let him get it anywhere near me.  I
just turned on the tape recorder.  I think we're almost at Smittering
Point.>

   <Bonnie, we're going to be listening through your ears and watching
through your eyes from now on.  Is that okay?>

   <Welcome in gang.  I hope this doesn't make you guys as sick as it does
me,> Bonnie said.

   They pulled in about three spaces down from us.  There was a pickup
truck with a topper between us and them.  When Beth and Missy arrived, they
went on past us and parked a couple of spaces on past Bonnie.

   "Well beautiful, here we are," Jim said.  How do you like Smittering
Point?"

   "It's nice out here, Jim.  Do you come out here often?"

   "No doll.  I've only been here a couple of times.  I'm shy and don't
date much."

   "A nice looking guy like you?  I can't imagine you not dating."

   "Well, you know I went out with Missy.  I've seen you with her.  I guess
I'm just a little inexperienced and she came on a little strong.  I think
she thought I was trying to rape her or something."

   "Missy is a pussy.  She is scared of her shadow and wouldn't know a real
man if she saw one."

   "So you think I'm a real man?"

   "Absolutely.  I think you're a real sexy man."

   Jim was kissing her but Bonnie talked to us during the whole thing.  It
made it a little easier to take.  <Yuck!  This poor bastard thinks he knows
how to kiss.  This is sickening.  Oh fuck the prick just made a grab for my
left tit.  I pushed his hand away but he'll be right back.  I'm trying to
break it off, but he keeps hanging on.  Reminds me of a leach.>

   "Oh Jim.  That was so nice.  I think we should get to know each other a
little better before you play with my breasts though."

   "What's to know doll?  I know you are a beautiful babe and you said I'm
a handsome guy.  What else do we need to know?"

   He pulled Bonnie to him and started kissing her again.  <Yuck!  The
bastard tried to stick his tongue down my throat.  I bit the shit out of
it.>

   "What'd you do that for, bitch?  I thought you liked me."

   "I do like you Jim, I just want to take it easy."

   "You just made a big mistake cunt.  I don't take that kind of shit from
no bitch."

   "So I was beautiful now I'm a bitch and a cunt?  I think you'd better
take me home Jim."

   "I'm gonna take you all right.  I'm gonna take your cunt.  I'm gonna
fuck you till you can't see straight."

   "Let go of me Jim.  I'm not going to fuck you.  In fact I'm not going to
go out with you again."

   "We'll see about that, bitch.  When I get through fucking your pretty
pussy you ain't gonna ever want anyone else."

   "But Jim, I don't want you to fuck me!"

   "I don't care what you want cunt.  I want to fuck you and I don't care
if you want it or not."

   <I think it's time you guys showed up now,> Bonnie said.  <He's starting
to hurt me.>

   I was out of the car before she'd even started to say anything.  As I
ran toward his car I could see Beth and Missy scrambling out of theirs.  I
had his door open before he even realized I was there.  I grabbed his shirt
collar and dragged him out.  He landed face up, and Beth kicked him in the
side before he fully came to rest.

   I hit him in the nose and blood splattered.  He grabbed my wrist just as
Beth kicked him in the side of the head.  He was out like a light.  I doubt
he even felt the kick Sharon gave him to his left hip.

   We helped Bonnie out of the car and over to the Suburban.  We left
Butterman laying on the ground beside his car.

   Bonnie wasn't hurt, except her pride.  He had torn her blouse and had
tried to pull off her bra.  We took her home and got her into a hot bath.
While she was soaking, we played the recording and it was everything we
hoped it would be.  We made three copies of it and hid them in different
places.  I would be taking one of them to school tomorrow to play over the
loud speaker system.

   Who'd have thought it.  Two nights in a row with no sex.  Bonnie was in
bed first, and I snuggled up to her.  <Are you all right, Sweety,> I asked.

   "I'm fine, Mike.  I could have stopped him at any time, I just didn't
want to do anything to him mentally because I didn't want him to be able to
say something happened."

   "I understand Sweety.  It made you feel dirty, didn't it?"

   "Yes it did Mike.  Sex with you or with the girls is beautiful.  I can
understand why Missy is turned off toward sex.  I know I sure don't feel
like it tonight."

   I lay there holding her until I felt someone slip in behind me.  Two
soft breasts pushed into my back and an arm went around my chest and pulled
me closer.

   "Bonnie my love, I'm going to turn over and give my wonderful fiance a
goodnight kiss.  Would you snuggle up to my back?"

   "With pleasure."

   I turned over and was surprised to see it wasn't Sharon snuggled up to
me.  Missy smiled and said, "I'm not your fiance, but I would like a kiss."

   Sharon was smiling over Missy's shoulder at me so I did as Missy asked.
I gave her a tender kiss and started to pull away.  She put her hand behind
my head to hold me there.  The kiss went from engine idle to fire the
afterburners in a matter of seconds.  Mr.  Friendly immediately stood up to
be recognized, and Missy sighed when he pressed into her pubic hair.

   When we finally broke apart, I said, "Wow!"

   Missy said, "Wow!"

   Sharon said, "Wow!"

   Beth said, "That looked like fun.  Can you spare one for your sister?"

   I said, "I think one of those a night is about all I could take."

   Missy giggled and Sharon said, "We'll see about that."

   Sharon leaned over Missy and pulled me into one of her patented four
alarm kisses.  I'll swear my toes were still curled when I woke up the next
morning.

   ------------------------------------------ Thursday, October 21, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Oh God!  A school day.  Only a little over a week to go until I only had
one class to attend.  We finally got every one clean, dressed and fed and
headed out.  "Do you guys know what day this is?" I asked.

   No one answered, so I told them.  "This is the day Josh comes back to
school."

   "You're right," Sharon agreed.  "Are we going to do it to him today?"

   "I think we should.  Has anyone been thinking about what class to have
him do it in?"

   "I have," Beth said.  "He has English with Mrs.  Frazier.  I hate the
bitch so I'd like to see him do it on her desk."

   "I never really liked her either.  Sounds good to me," I said.

   "Ok Frazier's class it is.  It's the first period after lunch for him,"
Beth informed us.

   "I have one other question," I told them.  "Does anyone have any idea
how I can play this tape over the loud speakers?"

   There was a lot of mumbling and a few half assed suggestions before
Missy spoke up.  "Bobbie Thompson works in the office and he has a crush on
me.  I think if I asked him nicely and hinted I might be willing to go out
with him, he'd play it for me."

   "Would he rat you out then when they come down on him?" Sharon asked.

   "I don't think so, but if he did, I'd just deny it."

   "I wiped all the finger prints off it and put it in an envelope and then
in plastic bag," I told them.  "There's no way they could trace it back to
us."

   "Okay, I'll ask him when we get there.  I think he's in the office
during second period.  Would that be a good time?"

   "Perfect," I said.

   ---------------

   Bobbie Thompson did his job perfectly.  The tape started out where
Butterman said, "What'd you do that for, bitch?  I thought you liked me."
It played through until you could hear the car door opening.  The school
was in an uproar.  It was obvious to everyone who knew Jim Butterman who
was doing the talking.  No one admitted to knowing who the female voice
was.

   I talked with Thelma afterwards and she told me Butterman had been
suspended and that the tape had been turned over to the police.  Just as a
side note, Butterman couldn't even get a date to the prom that year, and
although he went stag, none of the girls would dance with him.

   Missy told us at lunch that Bobbie had started the tape and had gone to
run some errands for Mr.  Andrews.  The fact that he locked the media room
before he left allowed the tape to play through to it's conclusion.  He
claimed he had no idea who started the tape, and had left the room
unlocked.

   "Bobbie says they may take his job away from him, but he was tired of it
anyway," Missy said.

   The only thing that dampened our spirits at all at lunch time was when
Josh walked through and did his finger pointing and trigger pulling
routine. Sharon got up and pretended she was a guy pissing in a bucket. 
Everyone in the cafeteria roared and Josh beat a hasty retreat.

   <Are we ready for him?> I asked.

   <Yeah.  I want to make him come up to the front of the room and turn
toward the class.  He'll sit down on Mrs.  Frazier's desk, pull out his
schlong, and whack it off.  When he's ready to cum, I want him to turn
around and paint the top of Mrs.  Frazier's desk with it.  What do you guys
think?> Beth kicked in from her classroom.

   <If that doesn't get him expelled, nothing will,> Missy giggled.  <I've
never seen a guy whack off before.  That should be interesting.>

   <I haven't seen a guy whack off either,> Sharon said mentally.  <Mike
doesn't want to waste it.  He wants it in a pussy.>

   <Awh, come on love.  If you asked me to I would.  It is a shame to waste
it though.>

   <You've watched me Jill off and didn't think it was a waste,> Beth said.

   <Yeah, but Sweety you can have 200 orgasms to my one.  It's not a waste
for you because you have an unlimited supply.>

   We were all giggling by now, and people started to look at us funny. 
Lunch was nearly over so I suggested we leave.

   ---------

   Oh God!  I thought we'd blown it!  Josh got up and did his thing just
like Beth wanted it to happen.  When he started making his deposit on Mrs.
Frazier's desk, she passed out.  Everyone thought she'd had a heart attack,
but evidently she'd only fainted.

   After it was all over and we found out that Mrs.  Frazier was fine, Beth
said, <Gee, I guess she'd never seen a guy Jack off either.>

   Missy and Sharon's teacher tried to make them tell him why they'd
cracked up, but they would only tell him it was a female thing.

   I waited until the end of the period then stopped by Thelma's office. 
Luckily she was alone.  "Can you spare me a few minutes, Thelma?" I asked.

   "Mike, I can spare time for you any time you want it," she said with a
big smile.

   "I just wondered if you'd heard about Josh," I said as I sat down across
from her.

   "Yes.  Isn't that a shame.  He's a friend of yours isn't he?"

   "Well, he was a friend at one time, Thelma.  I don't know what you've
heard about why I was in a coma, but he and I stopped being friends because
of that."

   "Mike, there were all kind of rumors floating around about you.  Would
you care to tell me about it?"

   "I trust you Thelma, but I'd have to ask you never to repeat what I tell
you, and to not report it officially."

   She thought for a minute then said, "I can do that.  I'd have a hard
time believing you did anything illegal, so I see no reason to report
anything."

   "Stupid, but no, I didn't do anything illegal.  Have you heard of the
Flatliners?"

   "Aren't they the ones who are trying to find out what happens after
death?"

   "That's the idea.  Flatliner refers to the trace on a heart monitor. 
When you die, your heart stops, and the trace line becomes flat.  I don't
know how, but Josh talked me into joining this group.  The idea was they'd
stop someone's heart, wait a few seconds then perform CPR to bring him
back. He was supposed to tell everyone what it was like to be dead."

   "And they picked you," she said.

   "They picked me.  Actually we drew straws and I lost.  They cut off the
circulation to my brain.  Instead of my heart stopping like they thought it
would, I went into a coma.  Josh and the others ran, but someone did call
the paramedics."

   "You're lucky they did, Mike.  You could have easily died."

   "I came very close, Thelma.  When I did come out of the coma, I had
amnesia for a couple of weeks before things started to come back to me."

   "But, you remember everything now?"

   "Yes, but there are some things I haven't tried to remember.  I have no
idea why I agreed to do it, except that my father was killed in an accident
three years ago."

   "Oh, Mike.  I'm so sorry.  This has had to be tough on you."

   "Yes and no.  Josh tried to pick up our friendship afterwards, but I
wasn't interested.  He got pretty angry and said some nasty things to me
and Sharon.  I don't understand why he's doing these crazy things now, but
it is probably just an extension of the crazy things he's done in the
past."

   "I'd say you're right, Mike.  You know, being in a coma was probably one
of the best things that's ever happened to you.  You are much more mature
since then and a much more likeable person.  If I didn't know better, I'd
say you were my age or older from the way you speak and the insights you
have into things."

   "Sometimes I feel like I'm a hundred," I told her.  "Other times I feel
like I'm twelve."

   "Well, you certainly don't act like you're a hundred, or twelve either.
You act like a mature, responsible adult.  If you'd like, I'll let you know
what is going on with Josh.  I know the police took him away today, but I
don't know how long they'll hold him."

   "Yes, I'd like that Thelma.  I'm afraid they'll hold him for quite a
while.  Masturbating in front of a classroom full of students is a sexual
offense.  They get pretty uptight about things like that."

   Thelma laughed.  "I know it's naughty, but I'd have kind of liked to
have been there myself.  Please don't think badly of me Mike.  I think
everyone has a little bit of the voyeur in them."

   It was my turn to laugh.  "Maybe it's a woman thing, Thelma.  Sharon and
Missy were saying the same thing."

   -----------

   When we got home, we had to tell Bonnie all about Josh and about Jim
Butterman.  She cracked up when we showed her the images of Josh squirting
all over Mrs.  Frazier's desk.

   <Did you see that stupid smile on his face as he was choking his
chicken,> I asked.  <God!  I hope I don't look that stupid when I pound my
pud.>

   <Mike, you haven't pounded your pud or choked your chicken since I've
known you,> Sharon laughed.

   <I most certainly have.  Just not since we started seeing each other.>

   <Why are there so many names for when a guy masturbates, but there
aren't for when a girl masturbates?> Missy asked.

   <You are certainly right,> Beth said.  <I've heard it called beating
off; jacking off; wanking; stroking; spanking your monkey; playing pocket
pool; skinning the weasel; dating Mrs.  Palmer; and going out with old lady
hand.  All I've ever heard as a slang term for female masturbation is
Jilling off.>

   <It's the same for other bodily functions,> Bonnie informed them.  <I
think women are more comfortable with bodily functions than men are.  For
example if I need to urinate, it doesn't bother me to say I'm going to have
a pee.  A guy would say he had to meet a man about a horse; or he had to
shake the dew off of the lily; or that he had to drain the lizard.  Why
can't they just admit they have to pee?>

   Everyone turned to look at me.  <Hey, don't ask me.  I'm just a kid.  I
don't know these things.>

   <Just a kid my ass,> Bonnie laughed.  <You're as old as all of us put
together, if you include both your ages.>

   <I think it's tickle time,> Sharon said as she lunged for me.  I was
managing to fight her off and get in a little tickling of my own when Beth
joined the fight.  I was still managing to get a hand full of tit on
occasion until the other two females grabbed my arms and held me down.  I
thought I was going to pass out before they finally relented.

   Bonnie and I made love that night.  Bonnie played cowgirl while Sharon
and Beth stroked her nipples, back, and butt.  Missy alternated between
kissing me and feeding me her incredible nipples to suck and chew on.  I
managed to rub Missy to a climax just before Bonnie reached hers.  Bonnie's
pussy was snapping as she orgasmed, and this pushed me over the edge.

   I fell asleep with Bonnie still on top of me and Missy and Beth cuddled
to either side of me.  Life is good!

   ------------------------------------------ Friday, October 22, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Technically I didn't have to go to school today.  I could have stayed in
bed and enjoyed a day off.  On the other hand, I knew I would miss having
lunch with Sharon and Missy, so I decided to go in and leave right after
lunch.

   I went to home room, then wandered down to Thelma's office.  She was
with a student, so I just waved and started to go on.  She held up her
hand, then motioned for me to go into the testing room.

   I was sitting in the chair where I usually take my tests when Thelma
came in wearing a big smile.  "Good morning.  How's my favorite student
this morning?"

   "I'm doing good, Thelma.  How about you?"

   "I'm fine.  Did you need something specific or did you just stop by to
talk?"

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't really have a reason for coming in.  I know you're
busy and I really shouldn't bother you.>"

   "Mike, you are never a bother.  You have an open invitation to come in
any time you want.  If I'm with someone, just come on in here.  If I'm
going to be tied up for a while I'll come in and tell you."

   "Thanks, Thelma.  Sometimes I do need to just talk.  Since I'm here,
there is one thing you might help me with."

   "What's that?"

   "My home room teacher is still calling my name for attendance.  I don't
have any classes today, and I really didn't need to come in.  Within two
weeks I won't have any classes I'm enrolled in.  Is there any way for her
to stop counting me absent if I decide I just want to stay home one day?"

   "Why don't we do it this way Mike?  I'll have your home room teacher
mark you present every day.  While you're still in classes your teacher
will mark you absent if you miss the class."

   "That sounds good, Thelma.  I'm not trying to get out of anything, I
just don't want to be tied down to coming in on days I don't have any
classes."

   "This way you won't have to be.  I do hope you'll show up from time to
time just to talk though."

   "I plan to," I said with a smile.

   "You are having a big effect on me Mike.  Not only have I reevaluated
myself at work.  I'm doing the same thing in my personal life.  I haven't
dated since my husband left and I'm going to try to do something about
that."

   "Do you mind if I ask a personal question, Thelma?"

   "Not at all."

   "How old are you?"

   Thelma laughed.  "That is personal.  I'm 33, Mike."

   "You've seen my mother.  To me she looks like she's about eighteen. 
She's really 37 years old.  When I got out of the hospital this summer,
Mom, Beth and I all started an exercise program.  It really helps."

   "Are you saying I'm out of shape, Mike?" she asked in a mock serious
voice.  I could see the twinkle in her eye though.

   "Can I get very personal in describing what I see?"

   She hesitated for a second then glanced at the door.  "Just a second,"
She said.  She got up, went out the door, and came immediately back in.

   "I turned the 'Testing in Progress' light.  Now you can get personal."

   "Okay.  Turn around slowly once."

   Thelma did.

   "What I see is a very pretty woman.  Your face is beautiful, Thelma. 
Your breasts are high and firm.  Your butt sags a little, but would tone up
within a week.  You have about five extra pounds around your middle, but
that too would go away in a couple of weeks.  What I can see of your legs
is fantastic."

   "Oh my.  I've never had a student talk about my breasts or butt before.
Do you really think my face is pretty?"

   "No, I said beautiful and I mean beautiful."

   "Michael, if I were fifteen years younger, Sharon Mayhew and I would be
going toe to toe about who was going to be your girlfriend.  You really
know how to make a woman feel good about herself."

   "Thank you pretty lady.  You should really talk to Mom.  I'm sure she
could help you figure out what kind of exercise program you should be on.
Within a month you could have every male teacher and half the students here
walking on their tongues."

   "Mike, that is nasty.  It does sound interesting though."

   "You said you were going to do something about dating.  Do you have a
plan as to how to meet an appropriate guy?"

   "Well, sort of.  I called an old friend of mine last night.  She's been
bugging me for years to start dating.  She's single and looking too.  We're
going out for drinks tonight and hopefully some dancing as well."

   "Where are you going?"

   Thelma named a lounge that was upscale and a bit yuppy.

   "I've never been there.  Be careful though, Thelma." I went on to tell
her about Beth's first encounter with Joe Ferguson.

   "She put the guy in the hospital?  How in the world did she do that?"

   "She's been taking some self defense classes.  When he grabbed her, she
stomped his instep.  He let loose of her hand so she buried her elbow in
his solar plexis.  He fell with his legs spread open so she pretended she
was trying to kick a field goal.  They had to remove one of his testicles."

   "My God!  That girl is dangerous," Thelma laughed.  "Maybe I should get
her to teach me how to do that."

   "Yes she is, but there are men out there who are far more dangerous. 
Please be careful.  I don't want to see you get hurt."

   "I will, Mike.  I promise."

   I looked down at my watch and was totally shocked.  "Thelma, do you
realize it's almost lunch?"

   "Oh God!  I'm supposed to have a report to the principal by just after
lunch.  I have to go Mike."

   "Not a problem," I said, getting up.  Thelma got up at the same time,
and our faces were inches apart.  I thought for a moment she was going to
kiss me, but then she blushed and turned away.

   ---------

   "It's Friday night ladies.  What would everyone like to do?" I asked
after we had finished dinner.

   Everyone was feeling lazy, but we finally decided to go see a movie.  On
the way to the theater I asked, "Has any of you guys heard anything about
the Starlight Lounge?"

   "I've heard it's a pretty nice place," Bonnie told me.  "The decor is
1940s, but the music is 50s and 60s and 70s.  It's a family oriented place.
They serve liquor in the bar, but the dance area is strictly soft drinks."

   "Thelma was saying she's going there tonight with a friend.  I wouldn't
want to show up and embarrass her, but would anyone want to try to do some
dancing there tomorrow night?"

   Bonnie laughed.  "Our first two attempts at dancing have been pretty
scary.  Are you sure you're up for this?"

   "I'm sure.  Anyone else?"

   Everyone agreed it sounded like fun, so we decided to do it.

   The movie everyone decided on was a dud.  I fell asleep about half way
through.  Bonnie punched me in the ribs twice to wake me up.  She said I
was snoring.  Oh well, the movie was a snore.

   -----------

   When we went to bed, Beth said it was her turn to play cowgirl.  She and
Sharon got me ready and Beth mounted up.  Missy started kissing me again,
while Bonnie and Sharon became involved in a very interesting 69.

   I whispered to Missy, "Why don't you put your pussy on my mouth?  I'll
show you how to feel really good without having penetration."

   She hesitated a few minutes then started to climb on facing my head. 
"Sweety, if you face the other way you can watch Beth and me."

   She smiled from ear to ear and took my advice.  God she has a sweet
tasting pussy.  I had been working on her for a couple of minutes when I
heard a low moan coming from her.  As she rode my face, the moan became a
whine which raised in volume and frequency as she approached an orgasm.

   Missy's vocal accompaniment became a shriek when she topped out.  I
eased off, licking around the outside of her tasty pussy until she came
down a little.  Although I couldn't see it, I felt her reaction when Beth
started to fondle her breasts.

   Missy's second orgasm was more intense than the first.  Her third and
fourth were even stronger.  Finally, she pulled off of me, saying I was
trying to kill her.  She snuggled next to me and watched Beth building
toward her third climax.  After Beth and I had finished Sharon pushed Beth
out of the way and snuggled next to me.

   I asked Missy, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "Bad?  Mike, I never knew anything could feel so good."

   Chapter 14

   ----------------------------------------- Saturday October 23, 1976
-----------------------------------------

   Saturday was great.  I pulled the solar cover off of the pool and the
water was warm.  The sun was shining and a gentle breeze was blowing just
enough to keep you from becoming overheated.  We spent the day in and
around the pool.

   I found two stocks I marked for Bonnie to have ordered.  One looked like
it had potential for a quick turnover, but the other would probably be a
slower growth.  At least I knew that both companies would be there in
twenty five years.

   We had an early dinner at home and went out to the Starlight Lounge at
around 7:30.  The place was very different from where we'd gone before.  We
didn't even go into the bar, but took a large table near the dance floor.
We were told there was a cover charge of $10 per couple, so we coughed up
$30 for the five of us.

   There were some extremely good dancers moving around the floor, and I
was almost intimidated.  One couple I noticed danced several dances then
took a break and sat at their table with three kids ranging in age from
around nine to twelve.  We saw several family groups, and the whole
atmosphere was one of friendly fun.

   There were also quite a few couples who appeared to be newly married or
dating.  No one seemed to be bothered by a kiss or a friendly grope, but
there was no out and out necking going on.  "I really like this place," I
told the group.  "People seem to be having fun but I don't see anyone who
looks drunk."

   It wasn't long before I was gliding around the floor with Bonnie in my
arms.  When I dance with Bonnie I become ten times as good a dancer as I am
with anyone else.  I don't know what it is, but we just seem to fit
perfectly.  We danced to two songs and went back to our table.  I was going
to ask Beth next, but she wasn't at the table when I got there, so I asked
Sharon.

   Dancing with Sharon is totally different than dancing with Bonnie. 
Sharon is every bit as good a dancer as Bonnie, but we are so aware of our
bodies sliding against each other that dancing skills fall by the wayside.
We swayed and rubbed and smiled our way through a couple of songs then went
back to the table again.

   Missy was my next victim.  As she came into my arms for our first dance
I asked her if she knew where Beth was hiding.  "She's dancing with Tommy
Waters," she told me.

   "Who is Tommy Waters?"

   "Tommy goes to our school.  He's a Freshman."

   "Oh.  Is he a nice guy?"

   "I think he probably is.  I don't know him very well.  He seems like
he's kind of a nerd.  I see him and Beth talking all the time though, so I
think she knows him pretty well."

   "Well, that's good.  As long as she's safe.  You know the stories of the
last two times we went dancing."

   "Oh, I'm pretty sure Beth is safe.  I'm not so sure about Tommy though.
Beth had a very predatory look on her face when I saw them dance by a while
ago."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  For some reason I wasn't jealous at all. 
"You mean my little sister might try to have her wicked way with the poor
little Freshman?"

   Missy started laughing too.  "Gee, the way you two went at it last
night, I'd have thought you'd have been jealous."

   "You know, a week ago and I probably would have been.  I love Beth with
all my heart, and selfishly I'd like to be the only man she's ever with. 
Realistically though I know that's not going to happen.  I think I have
finally reached a point where I can share her without being jealous."

   "Do you feel the same way about Bonnie?"

   I thought for a minute then answered.  "I think so.  I wouldn't be sure
unless it happens, but I feel I could share her.  The thing with Butterman
was different.  He's not someone I could share a toilet with let alone a
precious lover."

   "Could you share Sharon?"

   "No!" I answered emphatically.  "Maybe some day I'll be able to, but not
now."

   "What about me?"

   "Missy, you have to know I love you.  We've grown closer every day I've
been around you.  I find I feel more toward you like I do toward Sharon,
rather than like how I feel about Beth or Bonnie.  Maybe that's because
we're not related.  I don't know.  We've made love, but we haven't had
intercourse.  That doesn't seem to make a difference in how I feel though.
If you fall in love with someone else and leave me, I'll let you go.  It'll
break my heart though."

   "I don't think you have to worry about me falling in love with someone
else.  I love you too, Mike."

   We snuggled together and barely moved to the music for the rest of our
two dances.

   We went back to our table and sat a couple of dances out.  Bonnie and I
were sipping on iced tea and the girls both had a Coke.  Bonnie and I were
talking about stocks when I felt someone lay their hand on my shoulder.  I
turned around and there was Thelma and another woman.

   I got up and asked if they'd like to join us.  "I wouldn't want to
impose, Mike.  I just wanted to say hello and introduce you to Marilyn."

   "Hi Marilyn, I'm Mike.  This is my mother, Bonnie, my girlfriend,
Sharon, and my friend, Missy.  Ladies, I don't want to cramp your style.  I
know you're on the prowl and this is just a family group, but we really
would like for you to join us."

   Bonnie looked at the two women and smiled.  "Thelma, it is nice to see
you again.  You two are more than welcome to join us."

   The two women looked at each other and when Marilyn nodded, Thelma said,
"Well, in that case, we'll take you up on your gracious offer."

   Thelma slid in beside me, and Marilyn went around to sit beside Bonnie.
"What brings you lovely ladies out two nights in a row?" I asked.

   "It isn't two in a row, Mike.  Marilyn got tied up at work yesterday and
couldn't make it, so we postponed it until tonight."

   "I'm not sure this is the best place we could have come, now that we're
here," Marilyn said.  "It seems to be mostly couples and families here."

   Bonnie laughed.  "If you're man hunting I guess you're right.  We've had
some bad experiences at a couple of places though so for us it is just
right."

   "Mike was telling me about the guy Beth put in the hospital," Thelma
said.  "You must be very proud of her."

   "Oh I am, Thelma.  Beth is a wonder to me at all times."

   "Isn't she with you guys tonight?"

   "She is but she isn't.  I don't know if she was trolling or not, but she
seems to have found a man at least for this evening.  Do you know Tommy
Waters, Thelma?  He's here with his family tonight."

   "Yes, Tommy is a Freshman.  A very intelligent Freshman.  He's a little
shy, but seems like a very nice young man."

   "He wasn't shy about coming over and asking Beth to dance," Bonnie
laughed.  "We haven't seen them for the last half hour except on the dance
floor."

   "Speaking of dancing," I broke in.  "Thelma, would you do me the honor
of having the next dance with me?"

   "Most certainly, kind sir," she said as we got to our feet.

   When we got to the floor, I was going to keep a respectful distance
between us, but Thelma stepped in close and laid her head on my shoulder.
We started moving to the music and I whispered in her ear, "You look
absolutely ravishing tonight Thelma."

   She leaned her head back and looked at me.  "Thank you Mike.  It feels
good being here in your arms."

   "Well, it certainly feels good having you in my arms, Thelma."

   "Yesterday you said my breasts looked high and firm," she said blushing
profusely.  "Do they feel firm pressed against your chest?"

   "Yes, sweet lady, they do feel firm, but soft at the same time.  In
other words they feel absolutely wonderful."

   "Mike, I shouldn't have said that.  I'm sorry.  I don't know why, but
over the last month I've started feeling very attracted to you.  You're
only sixteen and I'm thirty three.  I know there's no way we could have a
relationship, so I shouldn't tease."

   "Well, I certainly hope you weren't teasing.  I'm very attracted to you
as well, sweet lady.  It isn't just physical either.  You can't imagine how
much pleasure I get from just talking with you.  The physical attraction is
there too, as I'm sure you can tell from what's poking into your belly."

   "Oh is that what that is?  I thought you had a pool cue in your pocket,"
she giggled.

   We danced for a few minutes and I noticed we were on the opposite side
of the floor from our table.  I said, "Thelma," and when she looked up at
me, I kissed her softly on the lips.

   "Oh God!" she said when our lips separated.  "That was so nice, Mike,
but I wouldn't want to cause problems for you and Sharon."

   "You are going to have to let me give you my lecture on love sometime. I
love Sharon with all my heart.  She loves me the same way.  We both believe
though that you can love more than one person equally and in the same way.
Now, I'm going to shock the shit out of you, if you'll promise to never say
anything about what I tell you to anyone else."

   "Remember, Mike, I'm a lot older, and not very easy to shock.  I do
promise never to tell anyone anything you say to me, now or in the future."

   "Sharon and I have made love.  Sharon has watched me make love to other
women.  I've watched Sharon make love to other women.  Does any of that
shock you?"

   "Not really, Mike.  I was at Woodstock.  I watched several couples have
sex, and watched one girl take on five guys in a row.  The thing that does
shock me a little though is your saying that you can love more than one
person at the same time.  I've always felt that way, but I never knew
anyone else did."

   "We'll talk about that later, Thelma.  I think I'd better give someone
else a turn, and I don't want to prevent you from meeting someone
interesting."

   "Oh, I've met someone interesting alright.  Problem is, I'm twice as old
as he is."

   As we got back to our table and I offered my hand to Bonnie I said, "I
don't see that as a problem, Thelma."

   When Bonnie glided into my arms she asked, "What was that about?"

   "Thelma was coming on pretty strong to me, Sweety."

   "How did she come on to you?"

   "We had been talking yesterday about getting in shape and I told her she
should talk to you about an exercise program.  She asked me to evaluate how
she looked.  I told her her breasts were high and firm but her butt sagged
and she needed to lose about five pounds off her tummy."

   "Okay..."

   "Well, when we were dancing, she asked me if her breasts felt firm where
they were pressed into my chest."

   "Oh, my.  That was coming on to you."

   "She also asked me if I had a pool cue in my pocket."

   At least a dozen people turned to look at us when Bonnie's laugh rang
out.  "What did you say to that?"

   "Nothing.  I kissed her."

   "Michael, Michael, what am I going to do with you," she giggled.

   "Bonnie, I swear to God I wasn't thinking.  I knew what she wanted so I
did it.  She is a very nice lady, but she is very lacking in self esteem. I
wish there was something we could do for her."

   "I'm just teasing you Sweetheart.  That was probably the best thing you
could have done for her ego.  Just be careful you don't hurt her or hurt
yourself."

   "Bonnie, George Halbertson may be older than you, but you are the smart
one in the family.  I know I am walking on the edge of a precipice here,
and I don't want to fall over or to knock her over.  Any advice you can
give me would be appreciated."

   "Sweetheart, I am not wise.  I grope for answers just like everyone
else. I don't see anything wrong with what you've done with Thelma. 
Respect her and let her know that you do.  Keep Sharon informed of what's
going on, and let things happen."

   "Thank you, love.  Did you get to meet the guy Beth is with tonight?"

   "Yes, briefly.  He seemed like a nice kid.  Sharon and Missy seem to
like him, so I trust the three of them.  How does it make you feel?"

   "Surprisingly enough, it doesn't bother me.  I was telling Missy earlier
that I've reached a point where I could share Beth and maybe even you if
you found the right person.  I think I got so bent out of shape about
Butterman because I wouldn't willingly share a dead hedgehog with him."

   "Oh you have such a way with words Michael.  A dead hedgehog?"

   "Sorry Bonnie.  I think you got the point though."

   We finished our second song and went back to pick up Sharon.  Again,
Sharon and I became lost in each other.  As our second song started, I told
her all about Thelma.  "Are you trying to replace Beth already?" she
teased.

   "No, Sweetheart.  I've had to talk with Thelma a lot lately.  She's a
very nice person, who has a very bad sense of self worth.  I do like her
and I am attracted to her, but I would rather she found a nice man to take
care of her needs."

   "Well, she has found a nice man, lover.  Too bad he belongs to me.  I'll
share, but I'll never give you up."

   I repeated my conversation I had with Missy earlier to her.  I could see
her smile building as I related it to her.

   We kissed far more than we should have before heading back to our table.
"Give Thelma one of those kisses and she'll be yours forever," Sharon
whispered.

   "Are you saying I should kiss her like that?"

   "Yes, I think you should.  What can it hurt Mike.  Best case we get a
new member of the family.  Worst case, you have some fun and she gets a
good loving.  It's a win/win situation."

   When we got back to the table, Missy and Marilyn had gone for more soft
drinks, so I asked Thelma to dance again.

   She melted into my arms.  Her whole body was pressed against me.  "Was I
the main topic of your conversations?" she asked.

   "As a matter of fact, you were," I told her honestly.  "Nothing bad, I
assure you."

   "Oh really?  I'd have thought you'd catch a little flack."

   "No, Bonnie told me not to hurt you but to not let you hurt me."

   "Good advise, but sometimes it does happen.  I would never intentionally
hurt you though.  I hope you know that."

   "I do, and I would never intentionally hurt you either.  Sharon said to
tell you she'd share, but that she'd never give me up.  I have to say the
same.  I'd never give Sharon up either."

   "I know you wouldn't Mike.  It's nice to hear that Sharon said she'd
share though."

   "She also told me to give you a kiss like I'd just given her and you'd
be mine forever."

   "Oh my.  Marilyn would be scandalized if she saw that.  It does sound
like a good idea though."

   It was.  I have been blessed in this second life by being surrounded by
some excellent kissers.  Thelma is no exception.  She puts he whole body
into it.  Beth makes my toes curl.  Thelma makes my knees weak.  I almost
collapsed before we broke apart, and I think the kiss had the same effect
on her.

   Marilyn's back had been toward us as we danced, but Sharon had watched
the kiss with interest.  When we got back to the table, I sat down beside
Sharon.  She leaned over and kissed me lightly.  "Ummm, I like the flavor
of your lipstick, Thelma," she said with a straight face.

   "Yes, it is nice, isn't it?  It could stand to be a little more kiss
proof though."

   Bonnie cracked up, and Marilyn looked shocked.  She didn't say anything,
but you could tell she disapproved.

   Missy was giggling when she came around the table to where I was.  "Let
me taste it," she said as she leaned in and gave me a big kiss.  "It is
nice, Thelma.  You'll have to let me try it on sometime."

   I was saved momentarily from further embarrassment by the arrival of
Beth and Tommy.  They were holding hands as they approached.  When they got
to the table, Beth tugged on my shoulder until I moved my chair back, then
she plopped herself in my lap.

   "Hey big bro.  What was all the kissing about?"

   "We were just trying to see if we liked the taste of Thelma's lipstick,"
Sharon told her with a grin.

   "Let me see," she said, then she leaned over and kissed Thelma firmly on
the lips.

   Beth licked her lips and said, "That's not bad."

   Thelma laughed and said, "No, I have to agree.  That wasn't bad at all."

   The whole table cracked up with the exception of Marilyn.  Even Tommy
was laughing his ass off.  When we had calmed down enough for anyone to be
heard, Marilyn said, "Thelma, I really need to be going.  Would you mind
leaving?"

   "Oh, I suppose not.  It is getting late." Thelma looked around the table
and said, "I really had fun tonight guys.  Thanks for including us in your
group."

   "We enjoyed having you guys, Thelma.  Before you go, are you going to be
busy tomorrow?" Bonnie asked.

   "Not really.  Why?"

   "Mike said you were interested in starting an exercise program.  I was
wondering if you'd like to come over and I could show you how to get
started.  I'm sure Mike would be willing to barbeque some steaks for dinner
if you're interested."

   "That sounds like fun.  Can I bring anything?"

   "Just your swimsuit and some workout clothes.  We'll probably walk or
jog for a while, do some aerobics, then swim."

   Bonnie gave her our address and directions of how to get there.  We
decide on 1:00 PM for her arrival.

   Marilyn didn't thank us for inviting them to sit with us or even say
goodbye.  I don't think she approved of us.

   ---------

   Saturday night was a no sex night.  Bummer.  Actually it was my fault. I
was so tired from all of the dancing I was asleep before any of the girls
got in bed.

   ------------------------------------------ Sunday, October 24, 1976
------------------------------------------

   I woke up first Sunday morning, as usual.  I had just sat down at the
table when Missy came wandering in, also as usual.  She went over, got
herself a cup of coffee, and plopped down in my lap.

   I put my arms around her and kissed her on the nose.  "Good morning
Missy my love," I said.

   "Good morning.  Are you feeling better this morning?"

   "I'm fine.  I feel well rested."

   "I'm mad at you, you know."

   "Why are you mad at me, Love?"

   "I had a present for you last night and you went to sleep before I could
give it to you."

   "You could give it to me this morning."

   "It's not the same.  You may have to wait weeks to get it now."

   "Why would I have to wait weeks?"

   "Because I have to be in the mood to want to give it to you, and I'm mad
at you."

   "What do I need to do to make you not be mad at me?"

   "Love me."

   "I do love you, Sweety."

   "You have to show me that you love me."

   "And how would you have me do that?"

   "Kiss me."

   I did.  She set a fire burning in me that I knew would simmer all day.

   "How was that?"

   "Better."

   "What else can I do?"

   "More."

   "More kisses?"

   "Yes."

   I kissed her again.  When we broke apart, Mr.  Friendly could have been
used by a diamond cutter.

   "Is that better?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you still mad at me?"

   "No."

   "Are you still going to make me wait for my present?"

   "Until tonight."

   "What kind of present is it?"

   "My cherry."

   "Missy, my love.  You know you don't have to do that.  I love you for
who you are.  I don't need anything else until you're sure you're ready."

   "Oh I'm ready all right.  I was so ready last night that I left a puddle
on the bed and had to sleep in it all night."

   "You should have woke me up Sweety."

   "Mike, I wasn't mad at you.  I was just teasing.  I am ready though, so
save some energy for tonight."

   "I will Sweety.  Don't worry about that."

   We were kissing and cuddling when the rest of the family started to
wander in.  When Sharon came in she smacked Missy on the ass and said,
"Move slut.  He's mine for a while."

   Missy got up but said, "Bitch."

   "Missy, would you get me a cup of coffee please?" Sharon asked sweetly.

   Missy kissed her on the nose and got a cup for her.

   "You girls are going to have to learn to play nice," I told them. 
"Otherwise, Papa is going to spank your butts."

   The girls let me know in no uncertain terms that I wasn't big enough to
spank anyone.  I lost all interest in spanking when Sharon started kissing
me.
   To be continued