Chapter 11: Not Friendless

During breakfast the next day I decided to ask Sarah some questions about how I was before. Melody had intrigued me and I wanted to know more.

"I'm not sure how or when it happened, ' she was saying, "but you have been picked on all your life. There are a bunch of assholes in this neighborhood and as far as I know you have been their favorite target since, well, probably even before kindergarten."

She looked at me concerned, "are you sure you want to hear all this? I'm not having a ton of fun telling you."

"I'm sorry," I said, "but yes, I do want to know what I was like. Sounds pretty bad, school won't be much fun."

"I don't think it will be all that bad. With the story out about those two and why you braced them, a lot of people will be on your side. And you have filled out a bit - that physical therapy you got in the hospital sure did you some good."

I knew my body was adjusting towards its final structure of 6'1" and 225. It only had a few years to make the transition and with this body, that meant noticeable changes almost by the month. I was eating like a horse most days.

Sarah continued with a smile, "I don't think you will have any trouble with too many regular ass bags. You should watch out for the football team though. Tom and Paul were their heroes and they all think that since you more or less started the fight that they shouldn't have gotten in any trouble."

"It's not just the bullies," I said thoughtfully, "it doesn't sound like I had any friends at all. Doesn't sound like I ever had the ability to make any."

At that, Sarah looked startled. "Oh Shit... Jason!"

"What?" I asked, "Who's Jason?"

"You do have a friend," she said hurriedly, "his name is Jason and he lives next door. You've been friends with him as long as I've been friends with Melody. You grew up together."

"Then I must not do friendship very well since he hasn't been around."

"That's because he hasn't been around!" she explained.

I have been trying to stay out of her head, partly because I respect her privacy, and partly because I didn't trust myself to dabble around in there as horny as I was.

But she wasn't making a lot of sense and I was about to take a peek when she continued in a rush.

"I mean he hasn't been in town. He spends summers in Florida with his dad. The day you got beat up was the last day of school... he left that morning. He should be back in a few days. I don't know if he even knows what happened."

"Wouldn't his mother have told him?"

"Who knows, she's kind of a bitch, she doesn't like you because she thinks that his hanging around with you holds him back socially."

"So she may not have told him."

"She may not even care or even know that it happened. She is so self absorbed that any news about it probably went right over her head. I know she never talks to mom and dad. He never calls during the summers. I don't know his number there and I didn't even think about trying to contact him. At first we didn't want to worry him until we knew which way you were going to go. Then when you woke up, well... All I thought about this summer was getting you better and trying to convince you to forgive me. I guess I can be a self absorbed bitch too"

"Knowing one's self is the first step to improvement." I said playfully.

"Fuck you." She laughed and threw a sausage at me. I caught it (thank you reflexes) and popped it in my mouth.

"But you're right, I am going to change. When I thought I was going to lose you I swore that if you would pull through I would never be mean to anyone ever again. From now on I treat 'everyone' with respect until they give me a reason not to."

She spent the next hour or so filling me in about my one and only friend.

Jason was the same age as I was. His parents had divorced about 10 years ago and his father moved to Florida because, according to Sarah, that's as far away as he could get from Monica (Jason's mother). Apparently Jason, while not sleeping here as much as Melody (since he lived right next door) spent a good deal of time here, as his mother never really noticed if he was home or not.

Our parents had accepted his presence just like Melody's. They were good people, my parents. Opening their home to kids in need. Melody, because her mother worked odd hours, and Jason, because his mother wasn't there even when she was. My mother had even been to parent-teacher meetings with Jason's teachers because his mother couldn't find time to make it.

He was average height for a boy our age, thin, like I was, but smart and actually pretty good looking (according to Sarah). He often caught some of shit thrown at me. But we had been pretty tight.

We spent the rest of the day doing various chores and talking about school and the 'old' days.

About three o'clock the doorbell rang and I opened it up to find Betty and Melody standing on the front porch.

"Hi," I said stepping aside, "come in."

They walked in as Sarah came out of the living room.

"You won't mind if Melody stays her tonight will you?" Betty asked.

"Of course not." I said. "She's family around here."

"I wasn't going to go to work but she..." Melody cut her off.

"Mom, I'll be fine. And you said last week that you don't have any personal time left. You probably won't even get paid for yesterday. You didn't even need to bring me over here, I can walk."

I could tell she was a little embarrassed by her mother's... well... mothering.

Betty softened. "I know dear. Look, you may have been living with this thing for months, but I'm still in the first twenty-four hours of knowing my little girl was horribly violated. Give me some time, okay?"

Melody hugged her mother. "I know, mom. I love you."

"I love you too honey." And with that, her mother started to leave, stopped opened her mouth to say something, looked at Melody, stopped again, sighed, turned and left.

"She's really not taking this well." Melody said looking after her mother. "We talked all day. She's so worried about me. She want's me to see a therapist... I guess that isn't a bad thing." She turned to me and gave me a warm hug. "I just want to see you."

"What about me?" Sarah chimed in.

"Oh sure, you too, the more the merrier." Melody said flippantly. She turned to embrace Sarah, and said in a more serious tone, "its still you and me, girlfriend, us against the world."

We all went into the living room and Melody flopped down on the sofa.

"So what's up? Ya miss me?"

"We've been counting the seconds," Sarah said a bit too sweetly, and then pointed at me, "well, he has anyway."

I hadn't said anything yet because I was enjoying Melody's radiance. Her laugh at Sarah's joke snapped me back.

"Actually, I just found out I have a friend nobody bothered to tell me about."

"Son-of-a-bitch," Melody said, startled, "Is Jason back?"

"Not yet," Sarah said, "but he should be, any day now."

"Sorry, Danny," Melody said, "I just never thought to tell you about him. I guess I figured you knew."

"That's alright," I said, "Its just one more thing I will have to deal with when the time comes."

The rest of the evening went by in more conversation about my past life.

Later, Melody and I went up to bed and slowly undressed each other.

Laying her back on the bed I gave her a slow fingertip massage. As my fingers brushed her skin she shivered. Eventually I found myself face to face with her perfect little pussy.

Placing the index fingers of each hand to the sides of her luscious lips, I pulled her pussy open until I had as much pink sweet pussy flesh exposed as I could. Laying my tongue flat against it, I moved my head around in slow tiny circles.

"Oh that is good..." Melody moaned, "Mmmm baby keep doing that..."

I kept it up for quite a while until I could tell her excitement was about to crest. Then, with my mouth I made a tight seal against the flesh surrounding my golden treasure. Creating suction, I sucked her little pussy part way into my mouth. With my hands free I reached up and began gently twisting her nipples.

"My God..." she screamed, "Yes baby... So good... Mmm... So good... Danny... Danny... Ohhh... DANNY!"

Again I kept my mouth in full contact with her pussy as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic joy. My mouth filled with her nectar. Again and again she squealed my name as she came.

When her orgasms finished I slid up her sleek body and embraced her. She was trying to catch her breath and she smiled at me weakly. We cuddled for a few minutes while she composed herself.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" She asked feebly.

Fuck.

I was supposed to be a virgin until her. I hadn't actually said so, but it was a given. What could I tell her? Did I dare reveal my true nature? Or do I continue to tell lie after lie to this sweet angel.

How would she take it? She thought she was in love with a childhood friend. How could I tell her that a pervert old enough to be her father had body snatched her childhood friend and had taken advantage of her? Oh, she would like that.

I have heard they call them white lies because, since they are intended to preserve the other person's feelings more than to cover a wrong doing, they don't blacken your soul the way a normal lie does. I hope so because my soul had become black enough lately.

In my misspent youth (my original misspent youth) I learned that the best lies have a sound basis in the truth - they are easier to remember.

"Promise you won't get mad?" I asked.

She shifted a little, "why?"

"Well, while I was in the hospital, one of the nurses said she admired how I tried to take up for my sister and that she was rewarding me for being such a hero. She came to my room several times and taught me a few things."

I didn't say I was a good liar... just that I did it a lot.

I felt a wave of jealously coming from her and in a panic, I quickly augmented her confidence in my feelings for her and made it so she wouldn't be jealous.

She relaxed. "Was she pretty?" She asked slowly.

"Yes," I answered truthfully (finally - I told the truth... do I get a cookie?) I leaned forward so I could turn and look her in the eye. "But she wasn't as beautiful as you are." (Another truth... I was on a roll) "Besides, she was older, Almost thirty." (Apologies to Marna)

"Do you love her?"

"No."

"But you made love to her?"

"We had sex. It's different. I think that there are two ways of having sex. There is making love, like we do, when two people become as one, our feelings for each other bonding us together in a way that is more than physical."

"And the other way?"

"Sex for fun. It feels good, its fun to make another feel good. I cared for her. I don't think I could have sex with someone if I didn't care about her at least a little. I don't think you would like me much if I could."

"Probably not, what about what happened to me?"

"That's not sex," I spat, "That's violence. It was them beating you up and degrading you. Not much different than what they did to me except they used their cocks instead of their fists."

"That's a good way of thinking about it," she said snuggling into me, "that way it has nothing whatsoever to do with what we share."

She tilted her head up and kissed my neck. "And if you ever see that nurse again, tell her I said to thank her for being a good teacher."

She then started sucking and kissing my neck, slowly working her way down to my throbbing member.

Taking it in her mouth she started suckling on it. Then she looked up.

"I didn't have a teacher, Danny," she said, her blue eyes sparkling, "teach me how to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

So I gave her the guided tour of the penis. Where the sensitive areas are, how to milk the part that is not in her mouth. How to properly fondle the balls (not too hard). How to keep her tongue over her bottom teeth while sliding the penis in and out of her mouth. When to apply suction. How to move her tongue from side to side while the penis slides in and out.

She wanted to practice. She had her own ideas as well. I came twice. The second time she kept her mouth working on my cock while I came. It was incredible. She swallowed it all.

After that we made love three more times that night. In between sessions, with my tongue and lips, I explored every inch of her breathtaking body - from her ankles to her ears. And, every single inch was smooth, soft and sweet.

Looking into her eyes when I came that final time and seeing the joy she felt, I knew I was in love. I could try lying to myself some more. But I doubted I would believe me.

I still loved Maria. Have no doubt about that. But I was dead as far as she was concerned. I couldn't return to her any more than I could tell Melody the truth.

My reaction to Melody's mother, who was very attractive and even younger than Maria, had me worried about my reaction if I did see her again. Would my younger body not find her as lovely as I remembered? I was afraid to take that chance. I wanted to remember her as she was in my mind.

All I had left was solace in the fact that, having lost one of the sweetest, most beautiful women in the entire world, I found another. I didn't deserve either of them.

I slept late the next day. Slipping out of bed I gave Melody a gentle kiss on the cheek. She purred, still more asleep than awake.

By time I got cleaned up and dressed it was almost noon. I stopped by some pictures in the hallway. There were several, but the one's I was interested in were last years school portraits.

There was Sarah, lovely as ever. A bright smile on her face. A smile that lived in every aspect of her face. Her sparkling green eyes shone with it.

Then there was Danny. He was smiling also but only with his mouth. There was no smile in his eyes. In fact they looked sad.

I touched his picture and realized the person in the photo was dead but nobody knew it. There was nobody to mourn for him but me.

"Sorry kid," I whispered, my throat tight, "I'm all you got. I know you worried about your sister; I'll take good care of her. I promise you that. I hope that wherever you are now, your eyes can smile."

I wondered how he had gotten to be the way he was. I had done enough meandering through the human psyche to have some pretty educated guesses based upon the description of his behavior from Sarah and Melody.

According to Sarah it started even before Kindergarten. It was probably down at their neighborhood park. He got pushed down or slugged or something. He cried, whined for his mother or something else that got the bullies attention. Parasites like that are always seeking a new target. And like sharks smelling blood in the water they were drawn to Danny.