Lucky Man: Part 4

Chapter 10

Alan was explaining to Amy how to play Grand Theft Auto III, but he hadn't gotten very far when she cut him off.

"Hey, Bo, before you tell me all that, can I ask you some stuff about what Kat was just talking about?"

"Sure." He could tell from her serious tone that it wasn't just a simple question. He gave up on trying to play the video game, at least for the moment, and turned to face his nude "cousin." "What's on your mind?"

She started hesitantly. "So, like ... I'm kind of confused. Nobody seems to want to tell me anything, but I sorta figured out that you need help with your thingy six times a day, right?"

"Right. Not exactly six times each day, but that much on average."

"M'kay. So we're supposed to stroke it and stuff, until you have a big squirt? Like the way you and Kat let me do for a while earlier? That counts as one of your times, right?"

"Exactly."

"And if I titfuck you or suck you until you cum, or other ways, that counts too, right?"

"Right. Once your mom lets you do all that."

She nodded. "Cool. I think I get that; it sounds easy enough. But ... six times a day would be no problem for a week, but is that, like, forever?! 'Cos that sounds hard! I mean, what if you just don't feel like having your thingy squirt at all one day? Or you're just super busy that day. The next day, you'd have to do it TWELVE times! Right?"

"Right. And that's the real challenge. This may not last forever, but it's gonna go on for the foreseeable future. Luckily, there are a variety of different ways to do it, like how you titfucked me twice, and variety is good. Also, I'm getting help from a number of women, so that keeps things really interesting and exciting for me with even more variety. I really need to get inspired every time so that my 'thingy' can get stiff."

"M'kay, cool. You're totally gonna let me be one of your regular helpers, aren't you? 'Cos I'll be super double duper bummed if you don't." She gave him a frowny face that was still playful.

He smiled at her. "Of course. If you want to, that is."

"Oh, totally! Since you already agreed that I'm one of your official personal cocksuckers, you're kind of stuck with me." She struck her tongue out playfully. "Even if Mom says I'm not allowed to do any sucking just yet."

With the video game temporarily forgotten, he ran a hand through her hair. He was still trying to take a sexual break, so it was only meant as a tender gesture. "I'm really lucky that I've got you, Sis, Mom, and your mom to help out. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love it and appreciate it."

"Yeah, but we're not all of your helpers, right? That's something else I'm super curious-y about. Who else is helping you, exactly? And who else do you want to help?"

He explained patiently, "By the way, you can just say 'curious, ' not 'curious-y.' Anyway, I wanna be clear that help for this kind of thing is really unusual. I'm super lucky to be getting any help at all. Normally, a guy never gets to have a girl touch his penis unless she's been his girlfriend for a while. And I don't even have a girlfriend at the moment."

She pointed out, "But you asked Christine out recently, and she turned you down. That's a big bummer for you, but I noticed lately at school that you and her are all chummy again. So does that mean she's helping you with your thingy problem?"

A brief vision flashed in Alan's head of Christine helping him in that way. Improbably enough, in his mind she was kneeling between his legs and bobbing on his stiff boner in the exact same style, and with the same enthusiasm, as Susan usually did. She was even fondling his balls with one hand.

That was plenty arousing, but what got him going even more was what she was wearing. She wore a pornographic version of a private-school uniform. What was curious about it was that her top covered all of her arms thoroughly, and the neckline showed little more than her neck, but further down the fabric only came to the top of her breasts, leaving them exposed in their full glory. The skirt was similar: it was far too short to cover her pussy or more than half of her ass even if she were standing up straight.

The clothes blew his mind because they implied a sexy story. He realized that in his fantasy, not only was Christine sucking his cock in front of his teacher and classmates, but because her official clothes left her privates always exposed, that meant she had the permanent duty in school of serving him sexually whenever he desired it. (In theory she could have been serving others too, but it was his fantasy and he was far too possessive to even consider that possibility.) Furthermore, her face was cherry red, indicating that she never got over the thrill and humiliation of serving him like this, even though she did it for him regularly, several times a day.

Alan's penis had been flaccid, even though he was talking to a fully nude Amy. But, within seconds, it erected to full size. He was caught flat-footed by that unanticipated arousal, so he looked away in embarrassment.

Amy couldn't help but notice his newly-erect state, since his penis had engorged so quickly and markedly, tenting his shorts. She raised her eyebrows and pointed. "Wow! What happened there?! It's like, I'm naked and no problemo. But then I start talking about Christine and bammo! Super whammo! Instant stiffy city!"

He blushed in genuine embarrassment, in part because he didn't want Amy to feel bad. "I'm sorry! Amy, you're extremely beautiful and desirable. You turn me on in a big way. But I've had a crush on Christine for the last two years, and I've always considered you to be like family and off limits until, well, the last few days. So please don't be offended!" He considered sharing that momentary bizarre, vivid fantasy with Amy, but realized that might make her feel even more jealous.

Amy smiled encouragingly. "Don't worry. I get it. Things are changing for me too, so I totally get it. Besides, she is super hot. Like, supermegaultraboilinglavaburningfire hot! And that's really hot!" She giggled. "Especially if she helps you with her boobies. I think I've got pretty nice boobies, and I totally love helping you with titfucks..." - she held her breasts out with both hands, looking down at them and lifting them slightly - "but hers are spectacular! And doubly so because of her age. Just think what she'll look like in five years. She'll be all boob!" She giggled at that.

Alan chuckled some too, but he was still very worried about offending Amy. "Yeah, that's true. But Aims, you're so beautiful that it hurts. A lot of guys I know think you're the most beautiful girl at school, and that's no lie. It's just that I have kind of a history of wanting Christine for a long time now."

Amy smiled easily. "Don't worry, Bo. I totally get it. No worries. I'll bet you thought about titfucking her, haven't you? Have you dreamt about sticking your thingy between her big boobies and feeling her squeezing and slide them all over it?"

He thought, If only you knew! Titfucking is only a part of it. I'm sure that, in my fantasy world, she titfucks me all the friggin' time! But that's wrong. If any girl I know is a modern, liberated feminist, it's Christine. So why do I have a twisted fantasy about her being some kind of ... sex ****? All this sexual success I've been having must be going to my head! It's wrong! But, dammit, she IS "super hot!"

Amy stared off into space, as if in confusion. "But what about lube, so things don't get too friction-y? It would be better if she got some oil or lube and kind of oiled her boobs up first. Then your thingy would slide around no problem at all!" She smiled at that solution while running her hands over her own breasts as if lubing them herself.

Alan groaned lustily. He found himself gawking at Amy's hands sliding around her breasts, which made him groan even louder. He closed his eyes, but that didn't help because it left him with a vivid vision of titfucking Christine's very oily tits, while she still wore her ridiculously-undersized school uniform.

Amy said, "Uh-oh! I must have said something wrong. And you must be in a lot of pain. It looks like it's coming from your crotch-y region. Here, let me help."

While Alan was still out of his mind thinking about a glorious Christine titfuck, Amy put her hand in his shorts and had it on his erection before he knew what was happening. Then just as quickly, she started stroking him.

His eyes opened in surprise. "What the heck are you doing?!"

She smiled. "I'm one of your official helpers now, right? This is what we do." She slid his shorts down below his balls and resumed stroking.

He groaned lustily. "You really don't have to do that. You shouldn't feel obliged to help me."

"Do I look ****? I'm seizing the moment - and the cock!" She giggled at that. "It makes me feel good to make you feel good. When your thingy gets all stiff and you're not getting any help, then it gets all ouchy and hurty. But if we help it, then it feels really good! And then, if we keep helping until the white stuff shoots out, then that feels really, really good and your problem goes away for a while."

He groaned again. "Oh man! That's true!" He thought, This is supposed to be my mental break time. I was so not in the mood. But then she had to strip and talk about Christine, of all people! Damn! Now it's hopeless to get back in the video-gaming mood. I might as well let her keep stroking, since I'm going to have a raging boner anyway.

There was silence for the next minute or two while Amy experimented with slightly different ways of jacking him off. She was surprisingly good at it already, with a strong focus on his sweet spot, but she was still learning his penis. Eventually, she asked, "So how am I doing?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her loving, smiling face. "Good! Really great. Almost too good. The fact that it's you doing it is super-exciting. Aims, please don't be offended by how I got hard. You thrill me; you really do. It's just that I wasn't in an aroused mood at all, so it kind of took a one-two punch to get me going."

She kept on smiling. "No worries. Besides, I understand about you and Christine. She's the one you asked out a little while back. In fact, she was the only one. I know you have a special thing for her. Is this how she does it? Does she stroke your thingy, like I'm doing right now? I was watching what Kat was doing and I'm kinda trying to imitate that."

"You're doing a great job, like I said," he replied. "Almost too good. My heart is really pounding hard right now, and I'm getting goose bumps all over. Unh! So good! But, uh, the truth is, Christine isn't helping with my thingy at all. We're just friends. She turned me down when I asked her out, as you know, and I'm not stupid enough to ask her out again."

After a pause, Amy said, "Oh. Huh. That's a bummer for you, I guess, 'cos you really, really like her, don't you?"

"I do. Sure, she's so beautiful that it's ridiculous. But we connect emotionally, and personality-wise. Intellectually too. I love talking to her. I'm always learning new things. I feel like I can just barely keep up with her; she makes me stay on my toes. I respect her and admire her in so many ways, and she's also, well, a stone cold fox!"

Amy purred happily. "Mmmm ... I can feel how much you're into her by your thingy; it gets all throbby and warm when you talk about her."

"That's due to you too, Aims. Big time! In case you didn't notice, I'm having to avert my eyes from you most of the time. If I look at you for very long, I'll get too excited, and that's not good. Then I'll cum, and I don't want to cum too soon." That was true; he had been averting his eyes for a while.

Amy said as she stroked, "That's pretty neat-o. You know, I'm totally bummed that Mom won't allow me to suck on you, 'cos your thingy is looking super yummerific right now. I wish I could, like, take it in my mouth and slide my lips back and forth on it, and lick it all over too. But ... hey!" She suddenly brightened. "You know what? I AM allowed to titfuck you, right?"

"Well, kinda." He looked around nervously. They were in a highly exposed location, and he highly doubted Suzanne would approve of Amy giving a titfuck. That was probably an oversight when she'd said she wasn't allowed to use her mouth on him. And since he didn't want Suzanne to know, he couldn't have Susan know either, since they shared nearly everything.

Chapter 11

Amy though, seemed unworried. She immediately repositioned, lying between his legs since he was sitting on the floor. Seeing that he was too aroused to stop her, she pulled his shorts all the way off while she was at it. Mere seconds later, she had his boner trapped in her cleavage. "Cool! It's just like what we were talking about Christine doing to you. But the question about Christine is: you like her, but do you LOVE her?!"

Alan sighed, even as his body was buzzing with pleasure from feeling his boner trapped between Amy's big tits. "I don't know. It's so hard to say. I mean, I'm not sure how 'love' is defined. I love you, Sis, Mom, and Aunt Suzy as family, as well as sexually, so I don't think it's fair to compare to that. I've never had a girlfriend, so I don't have much to compare things to that way. I do know that my feelings for her are really strong, and I've had them for a really long time. If I don't love her now, I'm sure I would if she felt the same way toward me and things developed between us."

"Good answer," Amy said. So far, she'd just kept his shaft in her cleavage, but now she started the titfuck in earnest. "But you can't say you don't have a girlfriend. I mean, you're totally fucking Heather. You admitted that. And Kat and I are NOT happy about that, as you know!" She frowned at him, but she didn't stop sliding her tits up and down over his boner.

He sighed, although again he was so overwhelmed by the titfucking pleasure that it was hard for him to feel upset about anything. "I know. And I'm sorry. But like I tried to explain, it's complicated. Besides, Heather is definitely not my girlfriend. No way! She won't even say 'boo' to me at school. Just think of her as one of the girls helping me with my dick problem."

"M'kay. I understand. But still, why don't you get someone else to help out instead of her? If you need help at school, why don't you go for one of the other cheerleaders, like Kim? She's become one of your helpers too, right? And she's nice."

He didn't know how much Amy already knew, and he didn't want to reveal more than he had to. So he said carefully, but truthfully, "She has, and she is. And if she helps me out, that's great. But she doesn't really inspire me that much. She's short and skinny; her body type doesn't match what I really like. That's a taller, fuller figure, like you have, and like the other women in this house have."

Amy asked, carefully, "So you don't think you could fall in love with her?"

"Kim? No. Remember, she's two years younger than me. That's a big deal. Maybe in a couple of years, when she's matured both physically and emotionally, but by then I'll be a couple of years older too, so who knows. Besides, I think she's mostly lesbian."

"M'kay." Amy was still steadily sliding her tits around his shaft, while keeping up a very tight squeeze. "What about Janice then? Or Joy?"

He grunted with lusty need. "Um ... It's kind of hard to talk when you're doing that." He nodded down at her titfucking action.

"Oh. Sorry. I'll stop for a minute." She repositioned out of the titfuck, but only slightly. She resumed jacking him off with both hands.

He winced, because that was very nearly as pleasurable. But he decided to soldier on, because it felt too good to ask her to stop. "Anyway, regarding Janice and Joy ... Nah to both of them. I mean, I wouldn't kick them out of bed for eating crackers, as the saying goes, but I don't have any reason to think I'd have a special spark with either of them. A special spark is, well ... special. What I feel for Christine ... nobody else in school even comes close to making me feel that way. Not counting you and Sis, of course, 'cos that's a different thing; I've known you two all my life. But even just thinking her name makes my heart beat faster."

Amy was fondling his balls with one hand, like she'd seen Katherine do earlier. Her other sliding hand was soaked from all the pre-cum. "So why don't you ask her to help with your thingy problem then? She's a nice person. I'm sure she'd be glad to help."

"It doesn't work that way. It's complicated. For one thing, she's not that nice. I mean, she is to me, since we're friends, but she's also kind of prickly. I have to be really careful not to offend her. She didn't get the nickname 'Christine, the Ice Queen' for nothing, you know. Remember, she turned me down very recently, and that was just asking to spend time together outside of school. Playing with a guy's thingy is much more intimate."

Amy asked, "So, in that case, how is it you're getting help from everyone in this house, and Heather and Kim besides? Plus who knows how many others. ARE there others?"

He looked away shyly. "Um ... no comment." Amy's handjob had him thrilling to an endless wave of sexual arousal. But the downside to that stimulation was that he wasn't as mentally sharp as usual, so he couldn't deftly dodge that question like he normally would have. In fact, his facial expression gave him away.

Amy said, "A-ha! There ARE others! I can totally read it on your face." She giggled. Then she blew fresh air on the tip of his cockhead, making him shiver with arousal. "M'kay, who? Let's hear some names. I'll bet Ms. Rhymer is one."

"What?!" He tried to act surprised and offended, as opposed to caught. "Why would you say that?"

She giggled. "Oh, come on. We know you've been moony for her for a couple of years now. You may think you hide it at school, but you never really hid it at home." She blew air on his cockhead a few more times between words, getting a good reaction each time. "Your face lights up when her name is mentioned, same as Christine's. In fact, let's see if Mr. Thingy responds in the same way."

She leaned in even closer and stuck out her tongue, lightly brushing it against his cockhead. That tantalizing feeling gave him goose-bumps. As her fingers kept on sliding over his sweet spot, she spoke to his erection, while making sure to continue blowing air on it. "Gloria Rhymer. Gloria Rhymer. Glory, Glory, Glory!"

She pulled her head back and felt his cock in her hands. "A-ha! That totally worked! Your thingy is all extra tingly! It's burning hot and practically jumping in my hands!"

He said with exasperation, "That's because you've been stroking it for a while and it feels really damn good! You're like a natural at that already. It's uncanny. And then when you blow heavily on it on top of that, of course it's going to react. It's the puffs of air, not your words, that are making it twitch so much."

Amy grinned slyly. "You say that. But I noticed you haven't actually denied that she's helping you out."

He protested, "Aaaaammmy! She's my teacher! How could I get involved with my teacher?"

She replied while trapping his throbbing hard-on in her cleavage again. She resumed titfucking him, and with extra vigor, "I see; you're going to play hard to get. M'kay. You probably think you need to do that to protect her and her job. Fair enough. But let me ask you this. We all know you've been crushing on her the past two years, kinda like you have for Christine. How do you think your feelings compare between those two? Or between either of them and the four of us here at home?"

Alan groaned, both from frustration and from sheer arousal. "Amy, why are you asking me such tough questions?! And while you're distracting me in such an arousing way at the same time!" He looked down at her titfucking with sheer disbelief.

She giggled with impish glee, but she certainly didn't stop or even slow down.

He griped, "I don't know! I don't like comparing people like that; I really don't. I don't think it's fair for anyone involved. But let's put it this way. Both Christine and Glory are very, very special to me. I've had a crush on both of them for a long time now, and not JUST because they're both so beautiful. What I was saying about Christine, how I feel a special connection emotionally, intellectually, and other ways, that goes for Ms. Rhymer too. The other girls at school don't interest me at all because I have not one but two major crushes there already."

Amy pointed out, "And yet you're fucking Heather, and doing stuff with Kim."

He groaned, again from frustration and lust. "It's complicated. Both those things were total flukes. You probably know how things started with Kim. That was completely by accident, especially since she's mostly lesbian. Bizarre stuff like that isn't going to keep happening to me, I'm sure. As for Heather, I'm just the 'flavor of the month' for her. I'm sure that'll die out soon."

He continued, "In Kim's case, she just has a minor curiosity about penises, and I'm a safe way for her to experiment. That'll end soon too. Christine turned me down, so that's over. End of story. She's not interested in me, I can tell. As for Glory, well ... No comment there."

"A-ha again!" Amy giggled gleefully, while her tits kept on slipping and sliding over his pre-cum soaked shaft.

He ignored that and tried to continue. "My point is, I'd be lucky to have just one woman to help me out with my special penis problem. I'm unbelievably lucky that I have the four of you here at home. I'm not going to be picking up more and more helpers, like some kind of ... pied piper of penis tenders. Look at me! I'm just a guy; I'm not some kind of hunky Adonis."

Amy beamed at him. "Hey! You're a pretty special guy to me."

He smiled right back. "And you're very special to me too. And now we're going to get to know each other in a whole new way with this penis-helping stuff. But it's not just my dick; there's no reason we can't get touchy-feely in other ways too."

Amy said enthusiastically, "I totally love touchy-feely! Let's get all huggy!"

He chuckled. "Yes. Let's. Amy, you're so adorable that I could just eat you all up." He opened his arms invitingly.

Breaking the titfuck, she immediately moved in closer and sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around him and cuddling in close. But she was careful to position herself so she could still at least keep one hand pumping up and down on his boner.

Amy purred happily as she rested her head against his neck. "Aaaah! I like this. And playing with your thingy is totally fun too. How long do-"

She froze in mid-sentence, because they heard the distinctive sound of the sliding glass door to the backyard opening. They both instantly knew that meant Susan was coming in.

Alan whispered, "Quick, Aims, run! Towards the bathroom!"

She started to get up very quickly indeed. She whispered, "M'kay!" Then she took off like a rocket past the foyer and the base of the stairs towards the lower bathroom.

Alan pulled his shorts up immediately. That was no problem. But then he noticed Amy's clothes scattered on the floor.

Susan called out, "Tiger? Angel!"

Oh shit! Since he was already sitting on the floor, he crawled the few feet to Amy's clothes and picked them up. Only then did he respond, "Hey, Mom! Over here!"

Susan had already started walking towards the living room. He just had time to hide Amy's clothes behind his back before she came into view.

She walked into the room and saw him kneeling on the floor, a few feet from the video game console but pointing in the wrong direction. She asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I was just starting to come to you."

She chuckled. "It would help if you stood up then." She was so trusting with her family that she didn't suspect anything.

He nodded, but didn't get up because he didn't want her to see that he had a lewd bulge in his shorts. She would have been delighted to see that, but undoubtedly she would have slid his shorts off shortly thereafter and he wouldn't have any good explanation as to why his hard-on was already drenched with pre-cum.

Luckily for him, she'd been working hard on the garden and she wasn't paying close attention. She said, "I think you've had enough time playing around. I've got so much to do in the garden that I realized I could really use some help."

"I'd be glad to help, Mom." He was relieved that his fear of getting caught was causing his erection to go down.

"Good. Get ready to sweat. Would you get your sister too? If she's not doing something important, I can use her help as well."

"Sure. No problem."

A few moments later, as soon as Susan turned her back, he pushed Amy's clothes under one of the sofas and ran upstairs to Katherine's room.

He would have had his sister hurriedly help him get his rocks off, but by the time he got upstairs his penis was completely flaccid. That opportunity had passed. He briefly explained to her how Amy had jacked him off, which she seemed glad to hear. But they didn't have much time to talk because Susan called for them to "stop lollygagging and come help."

Alan, Katherine and Susan went outside and worked on the garden together. It was all shockingly normal, like a trip back in time. Alan was slightly disappointed that he hadn't gotten to cum, but he figured that he'd climaxed so many times lately that it was probably for the best. Besides, he found doing physical work outside to be a refreshing change of pace.

He never did find out what happened to Amy, given that he'd unthinkingly hidden her clothes under the sofa. But he figured she must have located them and gone home unobserved after he and his mother and sister had gone to the garden, because there was no sign of her, or her clothes that he'd hidden, when they came in from gardening an hour later.

Chapter 12

"Man, you're in a weird mood," Simone said to Heather.

"What? No I'm not," Heather replied testily.

Heather and Simone were lying side by side, naked, on Heather's bed. They'd just had sex, and in fact they had sex with each other on Heather's bed nearly every Saturday morning.

Both of them were highly sexed. Even though they both preferred sex with men, they loved having sex with each other too, and did it about three to four times a week. Saturday mornings at Heather's were always an especially good opportunity for sex, since Heather's parents were usually gone, or else stayed downstairs while leaving the two girls alone to "work out" or "study" in Heather's room. After satisfying their lustful urges on each other, Heather and Simone would often spend the rest of the day at the beach, wearing a "just fucked" glow that few other girls could match.

Simone's dark body was cuddled up against Heather's own deeply tanned one. "You ARE in a weird mood. It's like you're all ... moody, like you're on some other planet."

"No, I'm not," Heather said defiantly. However, she kept staring into space instead of looking over at Simone's gorgeous, dark chocolate figure.

Simone persisted, "Hey, it's me, your best friend. You can't lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself. What is it? Are we in a rut?" She didn't want to say it point blank, but the sex they'd just had had been unusually lackluster. It had seemed like Heather was somewhere else, and even now, she seemed to be spacing out, just staring at the ceiling.

"Yes," Heather quickly agreed. "That must be it. A rut. After all, we've been doing the same thing every week for ages. It's getting boring."

"Liar!" Simone protested strongly. "You're STILL lying to me."

Heather finally seemed to snap to the here and now, and turned on her side to face Simone. "What? No, I'm not."

Simone's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Yes, you are. Heather, I KNOW you. Sure, we're in kind of a rut, but if that was what was mainly on your mind, you wouldn't have agreed to my suggestion so quickly. Even you, Miss Blunt, would have tried a semblance of being diplomatic and breaking the news to me gently. No, you seized on that so you wouldn't have to tell me what you're REALLY thinking about."

Heather was flustered. Dammit, she's on to me! This is the downside of having such a close best friend: she knows me too well. But what can I tell her? The truth? That I'm totally into Alan Plummer, some loser nerd? She'd laugh. Hell, I'd laugh, if I was in her shoes.

How can I explain it? He rocks my world. She'd get the mind-blowing sex part of it, but there's so much more. He's not just some guy who gives me great orgasms. I've known guys like that before, and they're 'easy come, easy go'. But Alan ... I can't stop thinking about him. Shit. Just thinking about him right now makes me wet! I mean, it's not like he's that handsome, or well hung compared to some guys I've had, but he's just ... I don't know. There's just something about him, dammit! I don't know what it is though, and that intrigues me, and frustrates the hell out of me.

I can't stop thinking about how he just took and fucked me on the hood of that car! Fucking great God Almighty, that was incredible!

She realized that she was taking too long to reply, and that her lack of a reply was telling in and of itself. So she said, "Okay. I am in a rut, but it's not about you. I mean, all this mindless sex with all these partners we've been having ... where is it leading? I can have any guy I want, or girl, but nobody truly satisfies me. I mean, you and I fit together nicely, but that's like a special thing. I'm talking in general."

Simone replied, "Come on. You've been totally sexually satiated, lots of times. I've seen you. Hell, I've DONE you until you were a sweaty lifeless blob, begging for mercy. Why, remember, what was it, a couple of weeks ago, when-"

Heather testily cut her off. "I'm not talking about that. Yes, tab A fits into slot B, and it feels good. Big fucking deal. I'm talking ... I dunno ... about a deeper satisfaction. I mean ... look at you and me. We're good, right? We have sex with each other, lots of sex, and that's great. But we're really good friends too, so when we have sex, it has more meaning, you know what I mean? I mean ... why can't I have regular sex with someone like you, someone I actually LIKE, but who is some studly guy? No offense, but you know what I mean, don't you?"

Simone chuckled. "I do. God, Heather, you're freaking me out here. If I didn't know you so well, I'd almost think that you were talking about love."

That set Heather off. Her eyes seemed to flicker with an angry fire. "I am NOT! Fuckin' SHUT UP! Not even CLOSE! Love is for suckers and fools. The only person I care about is ME!" She poked herself repeatedly, right between her boobs. But then, realizing that comment could offend Simone, she added, "Well, okay, me, you, my parents, and a couple other people, like my grandma. But mostly me. People basically look out for themselves, and anyone who doesn't is an idiot."

Simone chuckled some more. "My goodness! Heather? Caring about other people? Even your grandmother? I take it back: you're not in love; you're ill! We need to take you to a doctor, and fast! I think maybe you got hit on the head and you've experienced serious brain damage!"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. You know what I mean. I trust you, because we've been together so long. I've hurt you and you've hurt me and we've gotten over it."

Simone quipped, "Yeah, although I seem to recall a lot more of the you hurting me part." It was said as a joke, but she meant it too.

"Whatever. See? The fact that you could even say that to me is cool. I don't even feel like destroying you when you piss me off, because we have this understanding. But love? That's just fucked up. I mean, you fall head over heels with some loser dork that you hardly even know, and before long, you're doing all kinds of stupid shit. I've seen it happen to nearly all my friends. It's like they have lobotomies. I'm not about to fall for that."

When she said "some loser dork," she was thinking about Alan.

Simone carefully said, "But..."

"But what?"

"But you seem to be missing something in your life," Simone pointed out. "Something that you're yearning for."

"Me? Yearn? That's a laugh! I couldn't be happier. I'm not yearning for jack shit. I'm the fucking queen of this school, and everyone else wishes they could lick my feet. So shut the fuck up about this yearning crap." She suddenly sat up and crossed her arms under her sizable boobs. She even pulled her knees up to her chest.

Simone sat up too. She realized from Heather's defensive posture that she was onto something. She knew she'd have to press carefully or risk an explosion. "Okay, forget the yearning. But still, it would be nice to have a guy who was more than just a 'fuck and run'. Someone you could actually hang out with and want to talk to. Right? That's what you were just saying."

Heather mentally rewound the conversation and tried to figure out what she'd just admitted to. She conceded, "Okay, yeah. Is that so much to ask? It's not like I want someone to love. I SPIT on love! But just ... you know..."

She thought back to her recent times with Alan. In truth, most of the time, he'd been fucking her while calling her rude names, but to her skewed vision it seemed as if they'd bonded deeply and were soulmates of some kind. She pictured herself walking down the beach, hand in hand with him, laughing and smiling.

But then she said to herself, Shit, what's with me?! It's like I'm picturing some kind of stupid Hallmark moment. I like him, yes, but in a purely sexual way. It's not like I'm INTO him. Just because he actually has a brain and is interesting to talk to, that doesn't mean I love him. Fuck love! I just want him as my boyfriend, so he can fuck the shit out of me all the time, since he's so damn good at it. I tested him with that parking lot challenge yesterday, and he passed. He can ride with me. No boy has ever had the guts to truly ride with me. He's ... interesting ... that's all there is to him. It's like that R.E.M. song lyric: "A simple prop to occupy my time."

Changing gears, Heather asked, "What about you, Simone? Have you ever been in love?" She added hastily, "I mean, not like I'm in love now! We've established that. But most people aren't as jaded as me about this kind of thing, and yet you've never gotten all lovey-dovey over anybody. Not that I can remember, at least. Have you?"

Simone considered that carefully. In truth, she was in love, sort of, but with Heather. It was a weird thing, and she didn't really understand it herself, because Heather was a bitch most of the time, even to her. But she knew that if she didn't see Heather on a daily basis, she felt sad, and when Heather was gone on longer trips and such she really missed her. In truth, she felt more bonded to her than she'd ever felt for any boy, and she was pretty sure that Heather felt the same way about her, even though they'd never explicitly discussed the depth of their feelings for each other.

She thought, I can't talk about my feelings for Heather; she'd eat me alive. But aside from that, she's right - I don't think I've ever truly been in love, at least not in the classic, cheesy Harlequin romance way. And even with her, it's not really love in the traditional sense.

She replied, "I dunno. It's weird. I've been into a few guys, as you know, and in a big way even, but afterwards I saw that it was just puppy love or infatuation or whatever. Maybe the guys around here just suck, or maybe you've made me too jaded, or maybe it's a racial thing."

Heather's eyebrow rose with curiosity. "A racial thing?"

Simone just rolled her eyes. "You know. This school is whiter than Wonder Bread. I mostly date black guys, as you know, but there are so few good ones around here, and just so few around, period. White guys are so hung up about my skin color that our relationships only go so far. Sure, they'll fuck me" - she chuckled at that - "but things get weird after a while. I can't wait till I get to college, where I'll have thousands of hunky, smart, mature men to choose from, of every skin color there is."

Heather nodded, but she was mostly focusing on her own situation. Hmmm. Infatuation. Is that what I'm feeling for Alan right now? The truth is, not only have I never been in love, I've never even been infatuated. It's always been guys falling all over themselves to be with me. Is this what infatuation is? Or puppy love? Or some kind of strong lust? I wish I knew!

She looked over at her naked best friend. I wish I could tell Simone everything. But she's such a joker; she'd just laugh at me. I can almost hear her mock-singing: "Heather's in love with a nerd, / Heather's in love with a nerd..."

But I really need her advice. I mean, am I crazy here? Why can't I get this fucking Alan guy out of my head?!

Just then, Heather's mother Helen shouted from downstairs, "Heeaaaaather! Siiiiimoooone! It's lunchtime!" (Simone ate so often at Heather's house that she was practically one of the family.)

Normally, Heather would have been annoyed at being interrupted when having sex with her best friend. But they were done anyway, and she was grateful for any excuse to stop thinking about her strange feelings for her nerdy lover.