Chapter 82

8 p.m. Friday

Paul put his hand on John's arm when the young man reached for the Pena's doorknob.

"You always knock," he said.

"But you've been here thousands of times," John pointed out.

"I have," Paul confirmed. "That doesn't make this my home. It's about respect, Bro. It's always about respect. We knock on the door and wait for someone to acknowledge us before we enter. Once we get inside, we greet Mariel and Miguel - and even Chuck if he's here. This isn't just because it's Elizabeth's house. This is something you'll need to do every time you go out with a girl. You never want to be the guy that pulls up in the driveway and blows the horn. You want to develop a rapport with the parents, too. Do you know what 'rapport' means?"

John nodded slightly.

"So don't just focus on Lupe," Paul continued. "She should be your main focus but don't exclude everyone else in the room."

John let out a long breath and knocked on the open screen door.

Mariel had heard the car arrive - and she knew Paul Manley well enough to know that he wouldn't simply walk in - despite the number of times the Penas had told him to just come inside when he arrived. She smiled and motioned for the brothers to come inside.

"The girls are in the living room," Mariel told them. She was wrong, of course. Elizabeth and Lupe had heard the door open and had joined their mother in the hallway. Both had their jackets beneath their arms, ready to leave.

"We'll be late if we don't leave now," Elizabeth said.

"We have time," Paul countered.

"'Guts and Glory' starts at eight-twenty-five," Elizabeth told him.

"I thought we'd go see 'Kismet' tonight," Paul said. Elizabeth blinked and shook her head from side to side. She was certain that she had misheard her boyfriend. Paul gave a slight gesture toward John when Elizabeth offered him an incredulous look.

"They are too young to get into 'Guts and Glory, ' without us," Elizabeth said. The movie was rated NC-17 - for scenes involving violence and smoking.

"I thought I'd see if Lupe wanted to see 'Kismet, ' too," John said, blushing. "She said that she'd read the books."

Lupe lifted an eyebrow toward Elizabeth.

"Paul said..." John began but his brother gave him a sharp elbow to shut him up.

"Oh, I get it," Elizabeth said with a laugh. "Do as I say, not as I do. Good plan!"

"Hey!" Paul protested. "I let you pick the movies until you started picking crappy ones!"

"Yeah, fine," Elizabeth said. She didn't say that she purposefully selected movies that held no interest for her so she could have an excuse to make out with her boyfriend.

"What time will you be home?" Miguel asked.

"No later than 11:30," Paul said. "The movie starts at 8:45. Is that OK?"

"Midnight is fine," Mariel said.

"You kids have fun," Miguel added, unwilling to contradict his wife on this manner.

The ride to the theater started in silence before John spoke.

"You look very pretty tonight," he told his date in the backseat.

"Hm-hmm," Elizabeth said with a pointed look at her boyfriend.

Paul glanced over from the driver's seat but didn't understand if he was supposed to correct his brother for making the statement or concur with him about Lupe's looks.

"Do I look pretty tonight?" Elizabeth asked, smiling to show she was kidding.

"You look hideous," Paul countered. "Those jeans are practically painted on. I can see your nipples through your T-shirt. Your shoes look like you mowed the grass in them."

Elizabeth backhanded Paul on the upper arm lightly. She knew he was joking with her. Her outfit was one of his favorites.

"I guess when you've dated for decades, you make jokes like that," Lupe told John. He had been on his best behavior - which didn't appear to be much different from his worst behavior.

"Decades?" Elizabeth asked with lifted eyebrows.

"Centuries?" Lupe tried.

"Epochs?" John added.

"Good one," Lupe offered.

Elizabeth shook her head.

"Uh, look, at the movies, do you want to sit with us?" she asked. She was torn on the matter. On one hand, she had spent at least one night with her boyfriend over the past two weekends. Now she knew it wasn't likely to happen again until school started in three months.

On the other hand, Lupe had never been on a solo date. Elizabeth didn't expect John would be aggressive - but she worried that Lupe might be.

"That's cool," John answered before Lupe could speak. "I mean, if you want. If you want privacy, we can..."

"We can see another movie," Lupe offered.

"I thought you'd really like that one," John said.

"I will," Lupe said. "But will you like that one?"

John shrugged. He doubted that he would enjoy it but he'd read that his favorite movie star got naked in the film so he'd survive.

"It's going to be your only choice," Paul said. "Unless you want to walk in after it starts, that is."

"Then we can sit away from you," Lupe told them. "The movie has been out for awhile so I doubt it will be packed."

"You can sit with us if you want," Paul replied with a shrug. He had learned that there were better places for playing around than a darkened theater. "The movie actually sounds pretty interesting."

"You're just hot to see Courtney Hollings naked," Elizabeth joked before turning to the pair in the back. "He used to watch reruns of 'Bland Hotel' just to see her. It's disgusting."

John glanced out the window. He still stopped at any show that had Courtney Hollings or Randi Raver in it - even though they were five or six years older now.

"You too?" Elizabeth asked, laughing. "Geez, I think Lupe and I look just as good as she does!"

"You do!" John exclaimed. "I mean, I think you're both really pretty. It's just ... she was in 'Bikini Bandits.'"

"Yeah, yeah," Elizabeth said, shaking her head. "Well, just wait until this summer, Mister. We're all going to spend a lot of time at Regan's pool so you'll have me and Lupe, Regan, Joy and Ruth to compare her to."

That news caused John to blush again.

"Did you know Andy took a picture of those three fawning over John?" Paul asked.

"Oh?" Lupe asked, lowering her chin and lifting her eyes at her date.

"It wasn't that bad," John protested.

"And why didn't you ask for a picture with me?" Lupe wondered.

"I ... I figured I might see you again," John said. "I mean, you know, get to know you, maybe go out. I doubted I would see any of them again. They're sort of like Courtney Hollings. I figured that I'd never actually talk to any of them again."

John's serious answer caught Lupe off guard.

"I was kidding," she told him. "I saw Andy taking the pictures. I thought it was funny when Ruth sat on your lap. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when she squeezed her boobs together."

"We'll stop picking on you," Elizabeth said when she saw John's blush deepen. "Although, no one asked me to take a picture with you."

"We'll wait for you in a bikini for that one," Paul replied. "We'll get one of him with all of you. He'll be the most popular kid in prep school next year."

Regan found that she wasn't the least bit interested in what was on television. The object wedged against her butt was far more intriguing.

She lay in front of Andy on the couch. They hadn't dressed but instead pulled a quilt over their naked bodies. Andy had one arm beneath her head and the other resting on her hip.

"Why are we watching this movie?" she asked. "It's awful!"

"Because you have terrible taste in movies?" Andy asked. "You picked it, after all."

Regan shifted around, careful not to fall off the couch. She tucked the quilt back around her waist but left her breasts free as she faced Andy.

"I have amazing taste in fashion; wonderful taste in friends; astounding taste in music," she said. "It appears my only flaws are in the selection of movies - and, apparently, boyfriends."

She was grinning at him so Andy only quirked an inquisitive eyebrow.

"I've been pressing my naked bum up against you for the last hour," she told him. "So far, you haven't put a single move on me!"

"Uh, in truth, I don't really have any moves," Andy admitted.

Regan's smile broadened as she shifted again and sat up. She gestured for Andy to do the same and she crawled onto his lap when he complied, carefully tucking his erection between them.

"I've been considering that possibility," she told him. "Lucky for us, I have enough moves for both of us."

Andy felt Regan's trimmed pubic hair against his dick when she leaned forward to kiss him. This time, his hands found their way down to the naked bum that Regan had mentioned earlier. Regan reveled in the feeling of Andy's tongue in her mouth - and his hands on her butt.

She broke the kiss and lifted up slightly on her knees to offer her full breasts to Andy's inspection. She gasped when her boyfriend's tongue flipped over a nipple. A second later, his mouth covered her protuberance and he suckled gently. Regan smiled, not only from the sensations Andy produced but also because they had successfully navigated what could have been a terrible evening.

She slid her pussy across Andy's hard-on, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. She was positive that she would have no trouble maintaining her arousal through the next portion of the evening.

She reached between her body and Andy's to pull his erection into position.

"Are you sure?" Andy asked when he removed his mouth from her breast. "I might not last long."

"Then we'll do it again," Regan replied.

She slid the head of Andy's dick through her furrow until she felt it pressing against her virgin opening.

"Go slow," Andy advised. Regan nodded absently, concentrating on the task at hand (or in her hand, as it were). She sat back slightly and felt Andy press into her opening.

Andy let out a long breath as he fought to keep from pressing his hips upward. Every portion of his DNA was urging him to enter Regan as quickly as possible. He also suspected he was going to erupt only moments after he was seated inside of her.

Regan winced when the intruder split her tender opening. Although her hymen had been broken years before, she had never had anything larger than a single finger inside.