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Part 5

During the trip to Pizza Palace, Ted couldn't seem to lose the silly grin that was plastered all over his face. I tried my best not to stare or even look over at him. I have really good peripheral vision. Maybe it was the sun reflecting off his braces in a manic Morse Code, but I could see he was almost on the verge of giggling.

What I couldn't figure out was, what was causing it? Was it finally figuring out the purpose of Algebra? Maybe it was because he had another date? Or was it because we were actually going through the date portion of our tutoring session? Maybe all three. I was clueless. But did it really matter? He was happy, and I got to actually date someone.

I knew deep down that we weren't going to last. Ted is, or will be, pretty cute when he actually completes his puberty. However, I knew we didn't have that spark. Do you know what I'm talking about? That little somethin', somethin' that gets you giddy when you are around that special person. Something that connects you. I mean Ted is sweet in his own geeky way, but I just don't know if it's enough for me.

Plus there's the whole me having a penis thing.

That isn't going away anytime soon. I won't be having sex for the foreseeable future. I won't be having a female body anytime in the foreseeable future. The most I could hope for would be kisses. Would that be enough? If I were with Ted then it would be. I know I would be able to control myself with him. Mark, on the other hand, was a completely different matter. Going out on a date with him and being wrapped up in his arms… yeah, I'd blow everything on the first date. Uh… you know what I mean.

Maybe I could get Chloe to go out with me?

Chloe?

I broke the silence in the Beetle with a burst of giggles. It made Ted look over at me. The silly grin was still on his face, but it brought on a questioning look from him. I kept giggling, but covered my mouth with my hand.

"Sorry, I just thought of something stupid." I thought about how that sounded. "It didn't have anything to do with us. Sometimes my brain take little trips into the ether."

He gave me a curious smile and light laugh.

We pulled into the parking lot and I slowed. "Wow, apparently Sunday afternoon is pizza time."

The parking lot was packed.

Ted turned to me with a touch of worry on his face. "We could go somewhere else."

Inching the Beetle forward while I looked for an open spot I distractedly said, "Uh uh, I'm in a pepperoni and beef mood and when the mood rises, the opportunity must be struck."

I caught him going all white knuckle on his knee. What the hell?

Hitting the brake, I turned to him. "Ted?"

"What?"

Perspiration start to dot his forehead.

"What's up? Did you want to go somewhere else?"

His eyes fluttered closed in resignation and then opened again a second later. "Casidhe, I… I… don't w-w-want to ruin your reputation."

"What the heck are you talking about?"

He was interrupted by the sound of a really loud horn blaring behind us. I turned and looked out the back window. I considered flipping them off, but taking Ted's almost broken hand into account. I thought moving on was a better idea.

"We can go somewhere where there won't be so many people so you don't have to be seen," he explained.

Spotting a car backing up I pulled up and braked again. "I want pizza, Ted." I said it simply and plainly. "What is it with you thinking you are going to destroy my non-existent rep?"

He shook his head and clammed up. Oh brother.

After the car left I pulled in and killed the motor.

"Well, I'm going in to get some pizza. Do you want me to leave a window cracked or something, or are you escorting me inside?"

I saw his lips tighten, then he grabbed the door handle and hopped out. I followed. We met behind the car where I gave him a gentle nod and took his hand to lead him in. About half way to the door I laced my fingers with his and he seemed to relax a little. See? All it takes is a little push and some encouragement and he's cool. Easy peasy.

Luckily, there was only one family of four in line ahead of us and we were seated virtually right away. The table was a tad wet from the busboy just wiping it down. Our waitress was right behind him with a dry towel and we sat straight away.

We got handed one of those single laminated menus to peruse. It was a pizza joint. There wasn't much of a menu to look at. She took our drink order and skittered off.

"What do you think? Sixteen inch, or are you super hungry?" I asked.

"Sixteen is cool. Do you mind if we get extra cheese?"

I gave him a grin. "You read my mind."

A minute later the waitress returned and I had my super-gigantic-drown-a-whale-in-this-glass of Coke. Sigh. They spoil me here.

"We'll have the sixteen, thin, pepperoni, beef, and extra-cheese."

"Cool," the waitress proclaimed and she was off.

I slid the glass in front of me and slipped the ultra-super-I-can-barely-reach-the-bottom-of-this-glass straw in and sipped eagerly.

"Okay, spill."

Ted's attention was taken while inserting his own uber-straw and then was on me. "What?"

"The beans, come on, spill'em. What's the what?"

Realizing what I was talking about, he sighed. "It was last year. I did something, and now I'm not exactly, really, datable."

I rolled my eyes. It was like pulling teeth. "Are you going to make me guess? I have a pretty active imagination." I didn't even let him think that one over. "Uh, lets see. You had sex with the head cheerleader's dog in homeroom?"

He almost jumped. "What, no!"

I tilted my head and grinned at him. "Is it any worse than that?"

He shook his head. Ugh… nurse, forceps. "You were caught masturbating in the boys room."

He covered his face with that one. "No. Look, can we please not talk about this?"

"Nope. I hav ways ov making you talk." Okay, my Russian accent isn't all that great. "I can sit here and embarrass you all night long, or you can choose to rip the band-aid off and get it over with." I sat back with just a tad bit of smugness.

Ted scanned the restaurant and then his eyes fell back on me. He leaned to the middle of the table. I took the hint and scooted my Coke over and joined him.

"I was in gym glass, well the locker room actually." He paused and looked at my expectant face and then down at the table. "I kissed a guy. Someone saw and it got out."

He was still staring at the table while I blinked at the crown of his head. "Was he wearing Cherry Chapstick?"

What? Sue me. I like Katy Perry.

He gave me annoyed-face.

"Well, you're crushing on me, so it's not like you're all flaming gay-boy." At that he turned a bright shade of red. I guess that was a little too abrupt. Oops. "Ted. It's okay to be bisexual. Believe it or not some great people I know are gay or bisexual. It's not like it's the fifties or something."

He didn't seem too convinced, so I swiveled in my booth seat and scanned. The crowd. "Look over there in the corner second booth from the right."

He found where I was indicating.

"Lesbians."

"It's okay for girls," he countered.

I gave him my annoyed-face and then went back to scanning. "Okay, what about those two guys in the middle over there."

"Where?"

"The one with the hair. Gay."

"What? How can you tell?"

"The hair. No straight guy would have hair like that, so the other guy? Guilt by association. They're riding the gay carousal ponies of looove."

Ted sighed. "It's not the same when you are outted as a freshman in High School."

"Whine all you want Ted. You're wrong. It's the people that made fun of you that are the idiots."

He shrugged. "Well you don't have to worry about being outted."

"Oh, look there's Chloe." I leaned out and waved. "And she's with a boy, hmm."

Ted turned around and saw Chloe waving back. She patted her boy-date and ran over to say hi.

"Hi!"

See, told ya.

I scooted and she sat on the edge of the booth. "Hey Chloe. Who's the datage?"

"Dave… sigh! Hi Ted."

Ahh.

"Hi," he replied.

I thumbed at my date. "Ted thinks there's something wrong with being bisexual in today's society."

"You told him?"

I blinked. "Well, you blew that surprise."

"Oops, sorry."

"You're bi?" Ted asked with a somewhat disbelieving tone.

I nodded. He didn't seem to be buying it, so I turned to Chloe and laid one on her. She had surprisingly soft lips, oh, and some type of berry flavored lip gloss. Yum! Eventually she pushed me away.

"Hey!"

"See totally bi," I remarked.

"Well, I'm not!" Chloe protested. But as luck would have it, Dave saw, and it was obvious he liked what he saw.

"Slut," flat-lined Chloe.

I waggled my eyebrows at her. "Come on you know you liked it."

She stood and fingered away some smeared lipstick from her bottom lip. "You didn't use enough tongue, Cas. What have I told you about that?"

I waved her away. "Go, off with you, and your play toy for the evening."

She looked up at Dave who was about to be sat, as he was next in line. "Great, now you've worked him up. Blow jobs aren't until the second date, hello." After looking down at Ted she added to her statement. "Too bad it's only your first date, yeah?"

Oh, you are seriously evil, Chloe.

"Remember, when you kiss Ted tonight… more tongue."

I take that back, you are Satan, Chloe.

She winked at Ted and sauntered on.

"I like her," proclaimed Ted.

I just rolled my eyes.

~O~

I leaned back and rubbed my belly. "Too — much — pizza."

Ted looked pleasantly satisfied. I couldn't believe how much red pepper he poured on his slices. You couldn't actually see the cheese for all of the little red chips everywhere. He was sweating somewhat and wiped at his forehead afterward. That's when I saw it.

A big mongo zit forming. I know I said Ted had a problem with acne. Well that's little dots here and there. Everyone has them, and if you don't then you've obviously made some sort of evil pact with Lucifer or something. However what Ted had on the middle of his forehead was like the freaking North Star. How had I not noticed that before?

I nonchalantly looked down at his napkin and saw why. Make up. No, Ted wasn't layered in foundation, but he'd obviously covered up Mount Vesuvius there with a drop or two.

I'm sorry. I know it's virtually out of his control. Skin will be skin. But Jesus! It was like it had its own hand and it was reaching out waving at me as if to say, "Hi, I'm Ted's zit for this evening. I heard he was going on a date, and well, you know, it's in the union bylaws that we have to pop out and the most inconvenient times. Please admire me from all angles. Tell your friends! I'll be here until next week. Make sure you tip your waitress."

I busied myself slurping the last of my Coke. Poor bastard. La la laaa.

~O~

It was still light when I pulled up in front of his house, but the sun was hidden behind a number of thick rain clouds. Looks like it was going to be a deluge tonight.

"I had a great time, tonight, Casidhe."

Oh crap, this was it. Damn Chloe!

"Yeah, me too."

"Um… I guess I'll call you tomorrow about homework?"

We had talked about his one week suspension. Yeah, Mr. Walsh arranged to ban the two boys for a week. Equal time and all that.

"Sure. I'm doing a tutoring until five, so anytime after that, I guess."

He unbuckled his seatbelt and started fidgeting. I saw him lick his lips, preparing. Mine were already moist and supple, of course. The advantages of wearing lipstick, yanno.

You know when two people can sit there and not say anything and be at total comfort with each other? It's nice, right? Well this isn't one of those times.

"Ted?"

"Yeah."

Get it over with, Casidhe.

"Could you kiss me?"

It was like Atlas just dropped the world. The relief from Ted at not having to make a fool of himself let him relax. He leaned over. We almost bumped foreheads. Eeek! Zit! But I dodged right at the last second and tilted my head. He was still a little stiff… his lips were still a little bit stiff, but it turned out okay.

His tongue asked for entrance and I allow it; just a little playtime as we dueled slightly. He pulled back and smiled as he did.

"Chloe was wrong," he whispered.

I turned up my lips questioningly.

"I think your tongue use was perfect."

Awww, he's being romantic.

"I'll make sure she knows."

What the hell. I reached back to the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a second kiss. He earned it with that line. Our tongues met in the middle this time and he increased pressure slightly. Okay, this one was much better. I didn't venture forth into his mouth, because of the braces. No, I didn't need to a visit to the hospital for stitches. He'd had more practice with those things than I did. He knew how to avoid ripping his mouth to ribbons.

Ted broke off again and I ran my hand back under his jaw line and thumbed away a smear of lipstick from his bottom lip. Maybe I use too much? Maybe I need to dab better?

"Goodnight Ted."

"Night, Casidhe. Thanks again."

~O~

I was in some satin PJ's sitting on the couch watching Evil Dead II when Chloe called.

"Hey girl!"

"Hey, Chloe."

"So, did you use enough tongue?"

"Of course. He said it was perfect and he didn't know what you were talking about."

"This coming from the Computer Club Casanova."

I giggled slightly. "Don't be mean, Chloe. So did Dave receive the bobbing mouth treatment?"

"Nope, but I did have to pry him off of my breasts, twice. I swear, one little lesbian scene and guys are idiots. Thanks for that, by the way."

"It was my pleasure," I said with no remorse whatsoever.

"Of course it was. I'm a fabulous kisser."

"Goodnight, Chloe."

"Nite nite, Cassie-baby."

~O~

There was a torrential downpour overnight and into the morning. I hate rain, unless I can sit at the window and watch it from a nice warm chair while I sip cocoa.

In between classes I pulled my tutoring notices down, because I was full up with ten hours a week. Anymore tutoring and they'd be paying. But I didn't think I'd be adding anymore people to the roster. I like to have time to myself, and I do have homework of my own. Granted it wasn't much and it really didn't pose any academic challenge, but it kept me fresh on the various subjects.

At lunch I dug through my backpack for my Blackberry. Sigh. I missed my purse sitting at home. Hauling around a pack and a purse was just too much, especially while it was still raining outside.

Inbox:48 New Emails

Ugh. For some reason I was still gossip central. Flipping through a few I noticed that people were wondering where Ted and the TroglaGreene were. I had already set up a form letter to explain, and thumbed through the majority of emails that way.

Hey, only one porn mail today. That was until I had made it near the bottom. Then I got a surprise.

Casidhe- I don't mean to freak you out or anything. I'm not a stalker, really. I just thought you were really cute and wanted to tell you. I'm not going to say who I am just yet. People are weird around here about girl/girl stuff, but I saw you and that Chloe girl at pizza last night and knew you'd be receptive. Yeah, I'm lesbian. And no, I'm not looking to hook up, but it would be nice to talk to another girl about it since I'm still in the closet.

If you'd be willing to talk then send me an email back and we'll maybe get together, or at least email some. I really need to talk. Sorry for laying this on you, but since you're new, I thought it might be easier to talk to someone I didn't know, ya know?

~D

Just call me Dr. Phyllis. Do other new kids in other schools have this much drama in their lives? I shrugged to myself and sent a quick email back.

D~ One can never have too many friends. Email me and we'll set up a time to meet up. I have tutoring until 4:30 this afternoon. Anytime after that is cool.

I finished the, uh… meatloaf? and polished off my Coke. Chloe was taking a little longer than normal as she was texting with her new boy-toy and grinning madly all the while. Don't you love the new day and age where you could be sitting at the table with your best friend and so caught up with your phone that you never talk to them?

~O~

When the final bell of the day rang, I made my way to the Math department and grabbed Ted's assignments for the week from his Algebra II teacher then trotted off to my locker to dump my books. Luckily, I didn't need to bring any of my own books home as I only had to complete some silly worksheets, and get this, color the countries of Eastern Europe. What's with that? Can High School be anymore simple? I mean, Eeek! I have to color!. Whatever.

Going on a trek to find Ted's locker was something else. He needed his Algebra II book and gave me the locker combination to retrieve it. It only took me an additional ten minutes to do that little job before meeting Chloe at the front door.

"Hey girl! Got everything for your man?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Miss O'Connor."

The voice came from behind me. I turned and Mr. Walsh was coming out of the front doors. He was carrying a manila folder with him and had request face firmly in place.

"May I speak to you in private for a moment."

I looked back at Chloe and she sat back down on the bricks giving me a shooing motion. Great, I can always count for backup. Moving off to the side, Mr. Walsh motioned with the folder.

"I have a special request to make of you and hope you think about it before declining."

Why would I decline? Stick around, you'll see why.

"Uh, sure."

He nodded, once and then started. "I remember that you are tutoring Theodore Head and heard from his mother that you are keeping him up on his classes this week while he's on suspension."

I nodded, questioningly. Where was he going with this?

"Another mother has made a request of the school for similar tuition. Since you are at your maximum allowed hours for Community Service I couldn't, in good conscience, require you to tutor this specific student."

Okay, I couldn't take the cloak and dagger routine. "Who are you talking about, Mr. Walsh."

"Jerry Greene."

I almost snorted. "No, uh uh. No way."

"Miss O'Connor, Need I remind you that you contributed to this situation in the first place?"

"Wha?" I stood my ground. "Yeah, I was the victim. Remember the cheese broccoli that took an hour to get out of my hair?"

Mr. Walsh wasn't the least bit cowed. "Was that before or after the incident where you publicly embarrassed Mr. Greene in front of his Homeroom class."

My eyes narrowed. "After, Mr. Walsh. But if you received all of your information correctly, then you also know that he was bullying Ted at that time and playing a mindless, juvenile game of steal Ted's folder, which wouldn't have happened if you had stayed in your assigned class instead of going next door."

A bark of laughter exploded from his lips at my accusation. "Touché, Miss O'Connor." He chuckled for a moment. "And now in the spirit of cooperation and putting the past in the past, I am asking you to help me find a common ground between the two boys."

He held the manila folder out to me. "Help me put an end to their hostilities."

My shoulders drooped. "Why me?"

Mr. Walsh's eyes eased in kindness. "Because, Casidhe, I've seen your testing scores. You shouldn't even be in this school. You should be in college. This will pose no academic challenge to you as far as your other coursework. Additionally, Mr. Greene will be graded, by you, in conduct during the next week. His mother agreed that if you deem it appropriate and he misbehaves, then he is to suffer another week's suspension."

My eyes lit up at that. But Mr. Walsh cut me off. "That does not give you liberty to arbitrarily fail him in conduct to suit your whims. I suggested that you gather Theodore and Jerry together for joint homework sessions. You preside over them while they do their homework and answer questions for them."

It sounds easy enough, in theory. "And when Jerry starts acting up?"

He nodded. "If that were to happen then Fail his conduct for the day, inform me, and I will take action. If he receives two such Failing conduct grades then he will suffer another suspension."

Whoa. There is no way the TroglaGreene would make it. I've seen people like him before. They can't help themselves. I still didn't want to do it, but my stomach was telling me to do the right thing.

"Fine."

"Excellent, Casidhe, excellent." He pointed to the front of the folder. "His phone number is here. If you have any problems, my cell number is on the inside."

I took the folder and gave him reluctant face then spun around and joined Chloe.

"What was that about?"

I rolled my eyes. "Apparently,I'm tutoring The TroglaGreene."

"No, way!"

"Way." I looked at the number and went to dig in my backpack for the Blackberry. "Considerable amounts of arm twisting and guilt trips make this decision possible."

"What's Ted gonna say?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea."

After dialing the Greene household an older female answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, Ms. Green?"

"Yes."

"This is Casidhe O'Connor. Mr. Walsh said you'd be expecting my call concerning The Trog…uh, Jerry's tuition this week?"

"Oh, yes, hi." She paused for a second. "I hope we can put an end to this thing Jerry has for terrorizing Theodore Head. I've spoken to him time and again, but it's not doing any good."

So, it wasn't a one time bullying. Am I good or what?

"That's my hope too, Ms. Greene."

"So, what do you have in mind?"

I looked at my dainty little watch that I got on Saturday. "If you could drop Jerry off at my house at 5:30 we'll do homework and see where we go from there. I'll have Ted come over at the same time and see if we can bury the hatchet."

I could almost see the cringed look on her face. "Do you think that's wise, having them both in the same place so soon…"

"We need to do it sometime," I countered.

"I guess so."

I gave her my address and hung up. Something, deep in my gut, told me this was a bad idea.

~O~

Teaching History is fun! I love throwing little lesser known facts out and little stories to enforce what actually happened behind the scenes during major points in history. It helps retention if you actually get into the fun stuff. Joann was a captive audience, and was fairly receptive.

When 5:15 rolled around we broke up and I watched as her father picked her up in front of the house. Guess who was waiting at the front door for me. Ted!

"Hey Casidhe."

Okay, so I felt a little heat rise up to my face when I saw him. It really didn't mean anything in the long run. I also had a little - just a little - desire to do something. What can I say? I give in to my desires sometimes. I stepped up to him and grabbed the front of his shirt, just a little, just hard enough to pull him down for a quick kiss.

Kisses are like heroine. Once you get a taste, you want more and more. My name is Casidhe O'Connor and I'm an addict.
Hi Casidhe!

Dropping back down on my flat feet I smiled. "Thanks. I needed that."

Ted's grin reached from ear to ear. "My pleasure."

I opened the door back up and we were about to step inside when a car pulled up into the driveway. Ted squinted his eyes until he realized who was in the passenger seat.

"What is he doing here?"

Crap. I hadn't really had the chance to tell Ted about the TroglaGreene. "Look, long story short. I got coerced into tutoring Greene along with you in some lame idea of détente. Don't cause any trouble and I'll explain in a minute."

I could see the anger boiling behind his eyes, not to mention the gritting of his teeth. Oh boy, this was going to be fun.

Ms. Greene exited her car, along with Jerry. Oh, my freaking God. Jerry's face was black and blue. Two massive black eyes decorated the top half, a large piece of white tape crossed the bridge of his nose and his jaw was yellow from ear to chin on his left side. He really didn't look like he wanted to be there, but you could tell, from the stern look being directed at him from his mother, that he didn't have a say in the matter.

I crossed the lawn and met them halfway as I held out my hand. "Hi, Ms. Green, I'm Casidhe."

"Hello, Julie Greene."

Her eyes dropped to my short shorts and my pale smooth legs for a half a second before raising back up. Jerry stayed back and to the side with a really constipated look on his face.

"Jerry, could you wait with Theodore? I want to talk to Casidhe for a moment."

With a huff he sauntered over to the front door while exchanging a death leer with Ted.

"Are you sure you can handle these two?"

I heard something from behind me. It sounded like they were already getting after it. I spun around.

"HEY!" Both boys jumped. "You two, kitchen table now! And not a word until I get there, got it!"

Ted's eyes almost bugged at me and TroglaGreene's lips thinned.

"Go -- now!"

Ted turned and went inside followed by Jerry a few seconds after. I turned back to Ms. Greene. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

She looked like she was going to laugh. Her eyes were smiling at me. "Never mind. I see you have things well in hand. If you have any trouble from Jerry please give me a call. He knows he's to be on his best behavior."

I gave her a cheeky grin in return. "We'll be fine. See you in a couple of hours."

Listening for any yelling, I proceeded through the living room to the kitchen. Silence was golden. Ted was situated on one end of the table and Jerry the other. They were sitting there giving death glares to each other as I stood in the doorway.

I shook my head and went to the fridge. I got a Coke for me and set it aside. "Ted?"

He didn't break off the stare contest, but he answered. "Coke please."

"Jerry?" The TroglaGreen didn't answer. "Jerry, quit being an ass and answer me."

"Same." Huh, his mouth wasn't wired shut. Pity.

Gathering the drinks I walked over and set them on the table. After giving them their drinks I popped mine open and sipped.

"Okay, this isn't going to work if you two can't get over this. Mr. Walsh wants you guys to … well, not get along, but at the bare minimum you need to not act like asses." They still hadn't broke off their collective gazes. "So, we're going to do our homework. If you have a question then speak up."

Oh screw this. I slammed my hand down on the table. "HEY!"

That caused both of them to blink. Ha! I won. I looked over at Jerry. "If you can't get over it then I fail your conduct and you are out for another week, get it?"

His face screwed up and he dropped his eyes to the table.

"And you," I said as I turned my head at Ted. "If you don't get over it, you get cut off. No more kisses, comprende?"

Ted's mouth dropped.

Jerry couldn't resist. "You're kissing this fag?"

My eyes blazed. "Out, get out. I'm calling your mother and Mr. Walsh. You fail."

Greene's eyes bugged. "No! I'm sorry. I'll shut up."

My eyes narrowed at him. I paused and then relaxed. "There will be no more chances. Keep it civil."

He nodded slightly.

"Great! We only have to do this for a couple of hours every day this week. I'm sure we can all get along for that short amount of time." I turned and walked back to the counter. "I'll be over here. If you have a question then bring it to me."

I was starving. Pulling out some veggies from the fridge I started chopping them up and piling them in the steamer. They cooked away while I seared some thin strips of beef for my dinner."

The time was spent with scribblings and me, eating my dinner. When that was put away I sat on the bar stool and got into my own homework.

"Quit staring at her," I heard Ted whisper.

"Bite me, Head."

I rolled my eyes and looked back. Yep, ole Jerry there, was ogling my legs. Eww. "Back to work, boys."

Ted got up and asked me a question about his Algebra and after getting his answer, snuck a quick kiss before returning to the table. It didn't take me long to finish up my Kindergarten coloring assignment and I was putting my folder away.

I went over and checked Ted's work, thus far, and only had to make one correction. He got a great big grin as a reward. Moving on to the TroglaGreene's work I stood there for a couple of minutes and then sat the papers on the table as I bent over at the waist to peer closer.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ted going red and his lips tightening. Green was doing something behind my butt and I could probably guarantee it wasn't gentlemanly.

"Hey Jerry?"

"Hmm, yeah?"

I was nice and pleasant with my voice. "Do you want to explain to your mom why you have a broken hand?"

"Uhh…"

"Then I suggest you keep your hands and eyes on task, and quit trying to get a rise out of Ted."

He settled back down and I rose to step away. "Good work."

~O~

After giving Ms. Green a reasonably good report on Jerry I waved goodbye and went back in to the kitchen. Ted was putting away his books and looking almost grim. I was pleased with his attitude, for the most part, with having Jerry interrupt our studying session. He wasn't an ass once… well except at the beginning.

I went over to him and held out my hand. He looked up with curiosity. "What?"

"Come on."

He stood and I led him out into the living room to the couch and had him sit down in the middle. I went over and turned on some music. Just something light, some instrumental blues, and then went back. Giving him a naughty grin I said, "You were a very good boy today, Mr. Head."

I stood in front of him and then climbed on the couch, or more to the point, on Ted. I straddled his lap, with each of my knees wedging into the back and my butt sliding down his legs until we were connected at the hips. My hand's went around finding the nape of his neck before I lowered myself to his lips and gave him a nice reward.

Ted's hands found purchase at my waist and then slid further down to my bare legs tracing the length to my delight. It felt really good to have them caressed. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth and I allowed with pleasure.

Before I knew, it Ted had me feeling very feminine as he took charge after that. Within maybe fifteen minutes we had changed positions and he had me on my back with my legs hitched up on his hip. I could feel his erection grinding between my legs and it sent me over the moon with happiness that I could have this effect on a boy.

It was then that I felt his hand slide up under my shorts, and more importantly up under my panties. My hand snapped to his wrist and he pulled back a little.

"Sorry," he breathed. "You've got me all…"

I smiled at him. "I know. Me too."

He hovered there for a few seconds just staring at me. It was making me feel kind of shy all the sudden.

"What?" I whispered.

He smiled. "You're just so damn beautiful. I can't stop staring."

I blushed, I know I did. What girl doesn't want to hear those words. "Ted," I replied in a soft voice.

"Would you be my girlfriend, Casidhe?"

A hitch found my throat, and I searched his face, centering on his eyes.

"Uh-huh." What am I getting myself into? I didn't have a clue, but I wanted to find out. Letting go of his wrist I slid my hand up his chest and pulled him down for another kiss.

I could do this. It didn't have to lead to sex or anything. I could have a boyfriend. We could hold hands, and go on dates, and go to dances, and kiss, and hug, and…

My blouse rose up as his hand slid along my ribs. God that felt good.

That's when my Blackberry went off. Ted jumped and almost flew across the couch leaving me there all rumpled. This had better be a damn important phone call! I sat up and grabbed the damned phone. Oh, Ted's house. Ooops.

After clearing my throat I answered. "Hello?"

"Hi Casidhe, it's Theodore's dad. Is he close by?"

"Uh, yeah. Yes sir. Hold on a sec."

I covered the receiver and mouthed. Your dad.

Ted took the phone. "Hey Dad. Yeah. We were just finishing up. Can you come get me?"

A second or two later he hung up and handed it back.

"Dad's on his way."

I looked down and saw Ted's little predicament. "I think we better let you cool down a little."

He looked to the side, obviously embarrassed. I set my hand on his wrist. "Ted, don't worry about it. It's natural. Girls have something similar happen to them too."

He still couldn't meet my eyes. "Yeah, but you guys don't have it as obvious."

True. I tried my best to make him feel better. "Well I think it's very complimentary. It means you find me attractive."

Ted looked up at that and saw that I was serious. "Casidhe, you're like the hottest girl in school."

Okay, now I knew he was laying it on thick. "I'm cute. I'll give you that. I'm nowhere near hot."

"You're wrong."

Okay, now I'm starting to get embarrassed. "Thank you." I looked around, wanting nothing more than to get back to making out. "Um, you better get your books. Your dad'll be here any minute."

Ted stood and made his way to the kitchen. When he got in there I saw him rearranging himself and I almost giggled. My mind went off into fantasy-land about what it would be like to be a real girl and be able to take care of that problem for him. I mean I could do it by doing other things that didn't include me taking my clothes off, I'd never done that before and didn't have a clue as to what to do. Not to mention the eww factor. But it didn't seem so eww to me at the moment.

God, can I have a magic wand so I can poof myself into a real girl, please?

Ted returned and I walked him to the front door. I was about to open it when he set his bag on the floor and took me into his arms for a final kiss goodnight. My hands drifted across his chest and down to his belt. I fingered his belt loops tight and pulled him into me.

He hadn't softened at all and I felt it pressing against my belly. Grrrrrrr. He broke away and gave me a final peck before picking up his bag. I was breathless and my lips felt swollen and raw.

"Bye, girlfriend," he said to me.

"Bye boyfriend."

At the sound of a double honk he opened the door and I watched as he disappeared into the night.

Photo Credit: Olga http://mgpg.wordpress.com/2006/09/25/olga-super-red/

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To Be Continued...