Part 87: It Takes Two

Day 68: Friday, November 22

Chapter 1

Alan went to the cafeteria to eat lunch, since there was nothing else he could say or do to make things better with Glory. Even though his lunch period was halfway over, he dragged himself along instead of hurrying.

As soon as he reached the cafeteria, Heather was there to meet him. She was very eager to get the theater room key from him, so she'd been looking all over for him. Luckily, she was so eager to accomplish her goal that she didn't really notice his forlorn look. Alan didn't want to talk about his problems with anyone at that moment, and especially not with Heather, so he gave her the key and she hurried off.

Christine also had been looking for Alan so they could talk and clear the air after their kissing the night before. She wanted to make sure their friendship could continue and grow, but on a purely platonic level. She'd already finished eating, so when he made it through the cafeteria food line she got up and waited for him, to make sure there was no way he could avoid her. Then they walked outside, since she didn't want anyone to overhear in case there were overt mentions of their kissing.

However, by the time they sat on the grass, she noticed something was wrong. She asked, "Is everything okay? You look really bummed. When I last saw you at the end of third period you were in a much better mood. What's happened since then?"

He thought, Crap! What am I supposed to say to that? "Oh, no biggie. It's just that I'm bummed out that my history teacher, whom I've been having sex with, by the way, found out that I'm also having sex with my sister." Man! Christine would probably sock me in the jaw! Especially after what we did last night!

You see? This just goes to show, this is EXACTLY why Christine and I could never get together. Glory is livid to find out about the incest, but Christine would literally explode like a nuclear bomb! Who knows, she might even lash out physically before she got herself under control. But I can't sit here just feeling sorry for myself, or she'll get suspicious!

Needing an excuse or two, he told her a partial truth at best. "Yeah ... At that point, I thought I did pretty okay on my three tests. But the more I think about it, the more I realize I didn't do well at all. And it's all my fault! I've been slacking off big time lately, and I never did that before. I don't know what's gotten into me. Worse, I've got this Boy Scout Explorer Scout trip coming up this weekend. So instead of being able to use my frustration to go on a tear and get all caught up, I'm gonna have to ruminate for two whole days about how crappy I did. The trip is probably ruined already."

Luckily for Alan, Christine took her studies very seriously indeed. As a result, she had no trouble at all believing that his worries about his test scores had profoundly depressed him. She asked, "That sucks. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He saw an opportunity to bring up the awkward topic of how to move on from their brief yet intense make-out session the night before, by making light of it. With a lopsided grin and exaggerated eyebrow wiggling he asked, "How 'bout a nice hug and kiss, like the kind we had last night?"

That had been a risky move, since he wasn't sure if she'd take that in the right spirit. But he was relieved when she had a good laugh. "Yeah, right! You wish!"

He felt his sadness genuinely passing, at least momentarily, while they shared some friendly laughter. Smiling more widely, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, instead of a kiss, how 'bout if I just fondle your boobs for a while? That'll cheer me right up!" He reached out towards her without actually touching her, and squeezed his hands in the air like a hungry crab searching for food.

She laughed some more. "Fat chance!" She added more seriously, "You know that can't happen again, right?"

He nodded. "Of course. But that doesn't mean I can't tease you about the possibility, from now until forever."

She laughed some more. "Oh no! I'm in trouble now!" But she was really glad at how things were going. She had been dreading bringing up the kissing topic, but the way Alan had addressed it with joking actually made it into something fun. And she liked the fact that if they couldn't kiss or touch anymore, at least they could tease each other about it.

He didn't want to push his luck though, so he asked, "How do you think you did on your tests? Aced them as usual, I'll bet."

She knew she had aced them, but she replied with a modest answer instead.

As Alan listened, he felt his sadness descend on him again, even though he forced a smile. Uuuuuugh! I wish so much there was some way I could have Christine as a girlfriend. Not only is she as hot as the center of a supernova, she's just so much fun to be with. It's weird that she comes across as stand-offish to everyone else, 'cos we've got such a good rapport now. I'll have to admit it took me a long time to get through her shell though. And now that we've made it this far, all we can do is joke about kissing and stuff.

What happened with Glory today has to be a lesson for me. God knows I have enough sexy fun in my life already; I can't get too greedy. I need both Glory and Christine as friends. I like 'em both so much! As it is, I'll be lucky if I can save my friendship with Glory at all. I'll deserve everything I get if I turn around and make the exact same mistake I made with her with Christine. Even I'm not THAT dumb!

When Christine came to the end of her answer, she sipped from the carton of milk that she'd bought in the cafeteria.

Alan acted shocked and appalled. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Confused, she lowered the carton. "What?"

He opened his eyes wider. "You're drinking milk! You! Milk!" He urgently waved his hands in the air.

She chuckled, even though she still didn't understand what he was getting at, especially since he certainly would remember that she frequently drank milk at lunch. "Why is that bad?"

He continued with pretend distress, "It's not bad, per se. It's just ... too much. It's like ... taking a bucket of sand to the Sahara Desert. I mean, you're carrying two gallon jugs of milk around with you all the time anyway. If you keep filling those with even more milk, your boobs will grow bigger and bigger until ... until I die!"

She laughed. "Normally, I'd be offended by the 'gallon jugs' comment, but since it's you I'll let that slide. So, pray tell, how are you gonna die?"

"Okay, admittedly, maybe I won't die. But I'll wind up in the emergency room, at least. You know those Viagra commercials that mention needing to seek medical help if you have an erection longer than four hours?"

She laughed some more, in part because she was happy to finally understand where he was going with this. She teased, "Sucks to be you. Mmmm. Boy, I feel really thirsty all of a sudden." She took a big swig from the milk carton. Then she looked down at her rack. "Hmmm. Did I just feel a growth spurt coming on? I think I did!"

He gulped theatrically, pulling at his collar in an exaggerated fashion as if it were suddenly too tight.

She laughed still more, delighted by the playful, sexy fun. She decided to up the ante. Smirking, she took advantage of the fact that she was wearing a shirt that buttoned in the front. As she unbuttoned the button at the top, she said in a surprisingly sultry voice, "Is it just me, or is it hot out here?"

Alan's jaw dropped, which he didn't need to fake. "Whoa! Watch out! You're too hot! I swear, the milk in your gallon jugs is gonna curdle!"

She found that very amusing and laughed even harder. Knowing full well that he was watching her every move with bated breath, she undid another button on her blouse. Having two buttons undone wasn't really that big a deal, since her blouse was still buttoned enough to not be really risqué, but it showed a scandalous amount of cleavage compared to her normal school standards. Then she raised the milk carton to her face and struck a proud pose with a hand on a hip. Pretending to be an actress in a commercial, she winked and said, "Milk: it does a body good!"

He wiped pretend sweat from his forehead. "Phew! It DOES! And dang! It just got way, way hotter! Now I'm concerned that all that milk is gonna get pasteurized!"

She practically doubled over, she was laughing so much at that. Once she stopped she said, "You do know that a woman's breasts are not actually completely filled with milk, especially if she's not lactating. Right?"

"You could'a fooled me." He reached out towards her chest, although he clearly wasn't close enough to actually touch her. "Can I check right now? If I recall correctly, yesterday when I squeezed them, I definitely heard a sloshing sound. In fact, I remember hearing a moo."

Laughing, she swatted his hand away. "Behave! Besides, mooing? That doesn't even make sense." Suddenly remembering they were in a public place, she quickly looked around to check if anyone was paying attention to them. She was relieved to see that no one was. But that reality scare caused her to change the subject and end the teasing, at least for the moment.

She also re-buttoned the lower of the two buttons she'd just undone, saying, "Okay, kid, the free show is over."

He pouted theatrically, "Awwww ... You're no fun."

She snorted with amusement. "Right!"

Once Alan was gone, Christine quickly re-buttoned her blouse completely. She found herself thinking, Boy, that was great! I swear, I NEVER behave like this, but with him it feels so right. I thought things were going to be all awkward after what happened last night, but it's just the same as ever. Well, not exactly the same: the flirtation has definitely gone up a notch. Okay, a lot. But I can roll with those punches! I was so worried that what happened could ruin our friendship, but maybe it'll make things even better between us?

Chapter 2

Alan remained distraught.

Not only was the situation with Glory bad, but on the way to his fifth-period class, some football players started to intercept him in the hallway. They clearly looked like they were going to do something nasty to him as they pushed their way through other students to get to him and block his exit.

Luckily for Alan, they veered away when they saw a teacher walking nearby, but this was a painful reminder that his confrontation with them was far from resolved, and that he was acting recklessly with both Heather and Glory.

Then Alan had his fifth-period calculus test, the last of three important tests that day. In a way, he was glad, because being forced to concentrate about his test enabled him to put his sadness about Glory out of his mind for a little while. But when the test finished, his woes came right back.

When Alan's last class of the day ended, he was surprised to see Simone come up to him again. She smiled at him, and then pressed a key into his hand. "Hey, what's up? Heather wanted me to give you this."

He looked at the key he'd been given, and saw that it was the theater room key. He realized that he was so spaced out from his woes with Glory that he'd forgotten about getting it back from Heather. But he was very glad. He certainly didn't want her to keep it overnight, for fear that she might make a copy.

He would have been chagrined to learn that Heather had done exactly that during lunch! She'd told him the day before that no locksmith would make a copy of the key, but she'd been lying. So she took advantage of Alan loaning her the key to drive to a nearby shop, have the key copied in a couple of minutes, and return to school. (That made her late to her fifth-period class, but she didn't care much about that.)

It seemed that no matter how much Alan attempted to assert dominance over her, she just had to rebel. At least he would have been gratified to find out that Simone was clueless about the key copying. She just thought she was doing Heather a favor by helping her give the key back in a timely manner.

Once Alan thanked Simone for helping with the key, he gave her a quick explanation about his near confrontation with some football players that had taken place just an hour earlier.

Simone responded, "I'm not surprised. Remember what we were talking about before, about some football players who aren't so pleased with you right now?"

"Oh yeah." He'd forgotten all about that until she mentioned it.

She laughed. "You're just as spaced out as I am!"

He nodded. "That's true. But in my defense, you and I said and did some things that were much more memorable." He thought back to fucking Simone earlier in the day. As he did, he pictured her naked where she was standing. She had a truly impressive muscular body, even by his recent sky-high standards.

She chuckled. "That's true. However, I said I would help with damage control for you today, and I did. I tried my best to spread the word during lunch. I had to concede that you two were getting it on. I said that you two were engaged in an escalating series of dares. So it was just a dare that she said that and she didn't literally mean that you're her master or that she's an 'anal slave, ' whatever the hell that is. Heather was there for the first part of lunch, so she was able to corroborate my story."

He asked, "Couldn't you have just stonewalled about me having sex with her?"

Simone griped, "Alan, get real. Not only did you make her say that, but we all saw you fingering her ass! Her short cheerleader skirt rode up and we could see your finger up her asshole, practically in to your knuckle! It's way weird that she'd be hugging someone like you with an audience watching. But with your finger up her ass, and her humping herself onto it while everyone is stunned speechless and staring in shock? Try explaining that away!"

That left him without any answer. "Oooh ... Hmmm ... So ... what does it mean, that news about this has gotten out?"

"Lucky for you, it hasn't gotten completely out. As you may or may not know, Heather has a group of girl friends and ass-lickers around her known as 'The Blondies.' They're the ones who know the truth now about you and Heather. All of the actual eyewitnesses are members of her clique. As you go further from that group, and those friends tell their friends and so on, hopefully fact will turn into rumor. The one thing you have going for you is that the idea of Heather having sex with you is so absurdly unbelievable."

He asked, "It's not THAT unbelievable, is it?"

"It is. Think about it. What if someone walked up to one of your friends and said they'd just heard that you had sex with Heather? How would they react?"

He admitted, "They'd laugh and say something like, 'Yeah, right.' Then they'd joke about me having delusions of grandeur."

"You see? Most people don't know you from Adam. But if they do, for instance if you're mentioned in a rumor about Heather, they call you 'Alan the nerd' or 'Alan the straight A teacher's pet' or the like. And anyone who knows Heather at all knows that she'd rather, well, have a factory chimney's worth of smoke blown up her ass than say 'boo' to a nerd. No, I take that back, she'd probably get off on all that anilingus. But you get what I mean. The fact that she'd have sex with a nerd is what makes that worth telling. But at the same time, it's so improbable that it turns the fact into a wild rumor. Or at least that's what I'm hoping."

"God, I hope so too. I'm having enough trouble with the football players as it is."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, a lot of those football players out to get you are close to the Blondies. For instance, remember how my boyfriend is a wide receiver. So to them it'll probably be more fact than rumor, since they'll be hearing it straight from the girls who actually saw and heard it, or maybe just one step removed."

He said with concern, "Wait a minute. If that's true, I'm thinking that those guys who were out to get me today might have heard this latest gossip."

Simone nodded sagely. "That's not a maybe, that's a near certainty. The news spread like wildfire during lunch, and that was the first chance they could get to you. They also know for certain that you're dating Amy. Guys like you aren't supposed to date beautiful girls like Amy, much less have sex with Heather on top of that. So I'm sure they were out to put you in your place."

"Dammit!"

She gravely agreed. "Yeah, it's not good. But don't worry-" Something caught her eye, and she interrupted herself to say, "Oh wait, look. Some girl is in a hurry to talk to you. I'll drop back so you can see what it's about. But don't worry; I'll be keeping an eye on you. I've got your back."

"Thanks."

Simone dropped back while he kept on walking.

But he also turned around to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, some girl he didn't even know rushed up to him, all breathless and excited.

"Alan!" she said. "Hey. I was wondering, you know, if you might want to, um, well, maybe go out some time?"

He looked her over. She was cute. Actually, she crossed the line from cute into downright beautiful. She had very lovely long blonde hair and was fairly stacked to boot. He guessed she was a C-cup. But he didn't know her name. Then, as he continued to look at her, he realized that she was one of the five "Blondies" who had seen him with Heather in the hallway earlier.

He reached out his hand to shake hers. "I hate to say this, but I'm afraid I don't know your name."

She shook his hand eagerly. "Yeah, that's probably 'cos you're a senior and I'm only a sophomore. But everyone says I look like I'm a couple of years older, at least."

He looked her over again and certainly didn't disagree with that. "Yeah, well, you definitely are a stunner. Um, what's your name?"

"Oh! Sorry! I'm Mindy." She still held his hand, though it was more of a gentle caress than a firm grip.

"Well, Mindy, I wish I could say yes, but I really can't. I'd love to go out with you, but there are some things that make that impossible right now."

She looked crestfallen.

He could almost read her mind from her expression. It was like she was pleading, Those things you did to Heather, do them to me too! He could feel a boner growing in his pants as he realized the eagerness of this girl to do sexual things with him. But he knew there was no way he could give in. He was so overcommitted already that the mere idea made him feel more exhausted than excited.

However, she didn't give up easily. "What kind of things?"

"Unfortunately, I can't say. But it's not that I don't want to. You look like the kind of person I wish I could get to know better, but I just can't."

She pressed, "I know you're dating Amy Pestridge, but I also know you're not going steady with her. If fact, she's totally okay with you having fun with other girls, right?"

He said, "It's complicated. I'm not at liberty to explain, but I do have some entanglements. Trust me, if things were different, I'd love to go out with you. You're very pretty, and you seem nice. If things change I'll definitely let you know, okay?"

"Okay." She walked away slightly dejected, even though he'd done his best to let her down easy.

Dang, man, Alan thought. What is it with girls around here? Does everyone want to be treated like a submissive fuck toy or something? I almost want to shake her by the shoulders and say, "Hey! Get a grip. Go find a normal boyfriend and have a normal relationship. Stay away from me. Not only am I way overextended, but I would be downright bad for you. Really."

God, and she's totally doable too. In another year she'll be extremely ripe. She could be Christine-type hot eventually. Somehow that just makes me twice as frustrated.

Chapter 3

Alan mulled over his situation as he walked to the bicycle racks. Lately, more and more girls had been asking him out. He'd turned them all down, no matter how appealing they were; he simply had no choice. He was realizing that he wasn't good at "fuck and run" - he tended to get too involved, and there just wasn't enough of him to go around.

But he realized that at least that problem had temporarily kept his mind off more disturbing problems, like Glory breaking up with him or the football players being after him. However, thinking that thought reminded him of what had happened with Glory earlier in the day. That got him depressed all over again.

When he reached his bike, he was surprised to see Amy waiting there. "Hey, Beau!" she said, accompanying it with a big smile and a friendly wave.

Alan replied glumly, "Hey, Aims."

"What's up?"

"Not much." He started to unlock his bike. "I'm surprised to see you still here. What are you waiting for?" It went without saying that almost everyone else had left immediately after school let out.

He looked around for Simone again, and saw her walking away. Apparently, she figured he was safe enough if he was with Amy, especially since there was no sign that any of the football players were still hanging around. He thought to himself, Thanks, Simone!

Amy said, "I'm waiting for you, silly. That's the kinda stuff good girlfriends do, right?"

He looked up at her and forced himself to smile. "You're the best." Noticing that she was wearing her cheerleader outfit, he realized that meant it was a Friday game day, when the cheerleaders usually wore their uniforms all day to help raise school enthusiasm for the football game. He asked, "Don't you have to be at the game?"

"I'm going there in a minute. But first I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Awww, Aims. You're so sweet. The thing is, I don't deserve it."

She frowned. "Uh-oh, Beau. You're looking and sounding super-bummedy. Did something bad happen to you today?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He finished unlocking his bike and pulled it out of the rack.

"Oh no! What?! Is there anything I can do to help?!"

He looked around and saw that a few other people were still getting their bicycles. "Can you walk with me out to the street? I kinda wanta talk in private."

"M'kay."

They reached the point where they both would normally have gotten on their bikes and started to ride home. But Alan just stood there next to his bike, since Amy obviously couldn't bike off with him. Deciding they were in a private enough spot, he said, "There's a lot of things on my mind right now." Thinking about the situation with Glory, he said, "I don't want to discuss the main thing that's bothering me right now. But don't worry; it has nothing to do with you, and it's nothing you should worry about. Instead, I'd like to talk about how I'm not worthy of having a great girlfriend like you."

He was going to add that he also wasn't worthy of all the love and sexual attention at home, but even saying that much seemed too dangerous, given the importance of keeping the incest secret. He figured it would be better if they were off school grounds, so he suggested, "Why don't we just walk a little bit while we talk?"

"M'kay. Cool."

They started doing just that, with Alan walking his bike along.

Alan sighed. "Aims, I'm such a cad. Do you know what that means?"

"What's that?"

"It's a guy who behaves irresponsibly or dishonorably with women. He just does whatever he feels like without regard for their feelings. That's how I'm feeling right now. I mean, I'm like a kid in a candy store. Girls, for some reason, are really into me these days. I can't say no. I've gotta eat all the candy until I'm sick."

"That's not true," Amy said. "Some girl tried to chat you up just now, and you totally shot her down. But in a nice, polite way, I'm sure, 'cos you're a nice guy."

Alan looked at her with surprise. "You saw that?"

"Yeah. I was behind you, 'cos I wanted to talk to you. I was about to catch up, but when I saw you two start to talk I kinda checked out the scene and then walked on."

He sighed. "Yeah, well..."

She cut in. "And she was a hottie too! True, not a super hot hottie, like..." She looked around, as she pondered mentioning Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine. Even though they were walking side by side down a deserted suburban street, she still felt the need to be vague. "You know, like certain people, who I don't think I even need to name."

He was relieved, but reinforced the need for discretion. "You don't. You definitely don't."

She continued, "If I were a dude, I'd wanna do her! What's her name?"

"Mindy. She's a friend of Heather's, I guess. And by the way, she's not the first cutie to ask me out lately. I've turned them all down." He was feeling down, and he wanted to get the conversation back to how he felt he was a cad. "But before you start giving me kudos for that, I should mention what happened last night."

"Uh-oh." Amy stopped walking, forcing him to stop too. "What happened? Was it when you went out to study with Christine?"

"Yeah. And we did study, at a pub. It was good and helpful, actually. But we kinda got a little flirty, and one thing led to another, and we kissed. On the lips." He hastened to add, "But that was it! It was just a little kissing, and then we both stopped and realized that wasn't a good idea. We vowed to stay platonic only."

Amy stared at him hard. The resulting silence was prolonged and painful. Clearly, she wasn't happy.

Finally, she asked, "Kissing, huh? Was it open-mouthed, tongue-dancing kind of kissing?"

He lowered his head shamefully. "Yeah. Kinda."

"And did your hands wander?"

He admitted, "Yeah. But just, like, for a minute." Curiosity got the best of him and he glanced up at Amy. He saw she was clenching her teeth.

"Did you feel her boobs? Her giganto-big wonder boobs?"

"Yeah, but super quick. And through her blouse." The 'super quick' part wasn't completely accurate, but he could see that Amy was pissed and he didn't want to throw more fuel on the fire at the moment.

There was more silence as Amy turned her back and took a few steps away from Alan. Then she let out a surprisingly loud, "GRRRR!"

Alan propped his bike up and went walking after her. "Aims, I'm sorry! This is what I was saying about how I'm a cad. Sometimes I can't control myself!" He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to be consoling.

But she squirmed and brushed his hand away. "Don't you 'Aims' me! I am NOT happy!"

He felt terrible, because he knew how rare it was for Amy to get upset about anything. "Oh, man! I'm really sorry!"

Amy suddenly turned around to face him. She spoke in clipped tones, because it was obvious that she was trying hard to control her emotions. "You know I'm totally cool with sharing you, but Christine ... she's different. She's just so, well ... awesome! She's too great at everything. And too beautiful. And, well, too darn busty! How am I supposed to compete?! She's better than me at everything!"

Suddenly her anger turned to insecurity and she looked on the verge of crying.

Alan swept her into her arms. She didn't resist his touch this time. As he hugged her tightly he said, "That's not true! There's one thing you're WAY better at than she is!"

"What's that?"

"Being Amy! You're the bestest, Amy-est Amy ever! I know that sounds silly, but it's true. Only you can be Amy. Nobody else can! You and me, we've been pals ever since we were in diapers. You have a special place in my heart that goes waaaaay back, long before we became boyfriend and girlfriend. You, Mom, Sis, and your mom, you all have special places in my heart that no one else could ever fill. Everyone else, they have to fight for whatever is left over."

Amy was encouraged by that, enough to keep her tears at bay. But she still needed more reassurance. "But Christine, she's-"

He interrupted, and gently held her face. "I don't care! She could fly and fart out gold bricks, and it doesn't matter! She's not you! You're so adorable and wonderful and kind and loving! Just thinking about your always smiling face makes me happy. You light up my life with joy. I love you! And now we've got this sexual thing too, and that makes everything else even better! Don't sell yourself short in the beauty department, by the way. You're a 'super hot hottie' too! And yeah, maybe you don't win awards and get good grades like she does, but so the fuck what? She couldn't hold a candle to your artistic skill. Everybody is good at different things. And what you're best at is being totally lovable! I love you, dammit, and don't you ever forget it!"