Quarantine: 7 - Feelings

 

Jordie's first date with Melissa

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Author's Note: Thank you all for the reviews and comments. Please continue to post both pro and con remarks. I really, really learn from your comments! ~Clara.
 
This version of Quarantine: 7 - Feelings has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
 
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Chapter 7
 
 

 

"So," Melissa was fascinated, "you ARE going to become a woman at some point?"

"No," Jordan explained as they drove in Melissa's ten year old Toyota Avalon. She'd explained that she'd bought it from her grandparents and, even though it was kind of an 'old lady' car, it had low mileage and was in very good shape. "I'm not going to ever become a woman," Jordan continued, "I would like to get breasts, though."

"And why is that?"

"Because..." he sighed. No one ever understood this, "... I love clothes - dresses, actually - and I want to look... natural in them. If I have breasts, I will look right."

"And a padded bra...?"

"Not natural enough."

Melissa thought about this. "Will there be hormones involved?"

"I don't know yet," Jordan answered honestly. "Right now, I'm not really producing a lot of male hormones anyway, so I'm not sure it matters."

Melissa pulled into the parking area for the viewing path that runs around the southern tip of the massive Quabbin Reservoir, the body of water in western-central Massachusetts that had been created in the mid twentieth century by damming the Swift River and flooding out a handful of communities in order satisfy the water needs of the Boston area, sixty miles to the east. Despite the carnage and loss the development of the reservoir had created, it had also created new and beautiful views from many places, but none as pretty as this walkway. When Melissa had told Frances that she was looking for a nice place to take a walk with Jordan, Frances had suggested this spot.

Melissa got out of the car, once again admiring the fit of the flowered dress that Jordan had created for their first date. She'd always had difficulty finding well fitting clothes, but Jordan had no problem fitting her perfectly. The soft material fell to just above her knees and fit her broader-than-normal-for-a-woman shoulders in a casual way. She was wearing her athletic walking shoes, though, which Jordan did seem to find a bit off-putting.

She hustled to the passenger door and opened the door for her little date, who really surprised her by wearing a baby-blue dress that had a seemingly random pattern of tiny, yellow and white daisies all over it. The dress had a collar, puffy, short sleeves with plain blue bows on the cuffs, a button opening at the neck, and elastic waist and a straight skirt that ended at mid thigh. What surprised Melissa wasn't the dress itself, but the way that it seemed to youth-en his appearance. The tiny dress, the puffy, bowed sleeves, the short skirt combined with his auburn hair, with the adorable bangs, tied into a high ponytail, the thin, pale arms and slender, but shapely legs made him look like a middle schooler or high school freshman at most.

Somehow, Melissa found the whole look very erotic.

She offered a hand and helped Jordan emerge from vehicle. He smiled and whispered, "Thank you."

"Do you have your mask in case you need it?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, yeah," Jordie turned and opened his new purse, a hand-me-down from Robbie, and pulled out a mask made from the same material as his dress. "All set."

He stepped forward so that Melissa could close the door, but she blocked him. "Not quite 'all set.'" She smiled, then she leaned down and laid a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. It was as warm and as sweet and as tender as each remembered the first two kissing being. When Melissa released him, Jordan smiled back and blushed. "Now, you're all set."

She took his hand and they moved down the path, towards the dam's administration building and the walking path.

"So..." Melissa smiled, "... can I ask you a very... very... personal question?"

"Sure," Jordan chuckled. "You can ask me anything."

"Can you... get... an erection?"

"Wow," Jordan giggled, "Robbie and Franny told me that there was a long way between a kiss and intercourse. You must be jumping to the next level."

"No," Melissa laughed, "I'm just wondering. Can you?"

Jordan bit his lip and shrugged. "Yes. I guess I can."

"Guess? How can you not know the answer to that?"

"Well... when I wake up, you know... some times I'm... stiff... down there."

"Just when you wake up?"

"I guess. I mean... what do you mean?"

That made Melissa laugh out loud. "You know what I mean. When you... you know... play with it... Does it stay hard, then?"

"You mean masturbate?" He was very matter of fact.

"Of course that's what I mean. Does it stay hard when you masturbate?"

"I don't know. I've never done that."

Melissa stopped and gasped at Jordan. "Never!? You've never? Never ever? How is that possible?"

Jordan shrugged. "Is that weird?"

In the brief time that she'd known Jordan, Melissa had learned that 'weird' was a trigger word that needed to be avoided. "No... not weird. Just... unusual, I guess. Most guys can't leave their's alone."

Jordan shrugged, again. "I guess I'm just not that interested in having sex with myself. Do you masturbate?"

Melissa stood wide eyed and mute for a moment or two. "Umm... I... umm... yes. Yes, I do."

"All the time?"

"Oh, my God, Jordie! No! Not all the... Look, I think maybe we should talk about something else."

"According to Robbie and Franny, women like to be 'made love to' rather than just think about sex." Jordan spoke as if this was a perfectly normal conversation to have on a first date.

"Well, I suppose that's true, but we still like... oh, my God, I wish I'd never started this conversation." She shook her head and rubbed her forehead. "Wait... did you just say that your cousins told you what girls like?"

"Yeah," Jordan nodded.

"What... I know I'm going to regret asking, but... what did they tell you?"

Jordan considered the question. "Well... like women like to have their earlobes nibbled and... their necks kissed and... after a few dates, to have their breasts caressed."

Melissa raised her eyebrows. That was all pretty innocent. "Is that all?"

"Well... no..." Now, Jordan laughed. "They told be some embarrassing things too."

"Embarrassing, how?" Melissa had to hear this.

"You know... like... how to do oral sex and...."

"Ok, ok, ok!" Melissa laughed. "We're not going to need to use that information for awhile, yet." She exhaled and shook her head again. "New topic. You look adorable in that dress."

Jordan looked down. "Do you like it? I made it special for today. See, the blue in my dress matches the blue flowers on yours and the yellow daisies on mine look just like the daisies on yours. We match without looking like twins."

Melissa looked from Jordan's dress to her own. "Oh, wow! I never would have noticed that. That's so cute!"

That pleased Jordan, greatly. He smiled and rose up and down on his toes several times.

"Come on," Melissa grinned at his joy, "let's go look at the views."
 

 

"A one hundred million dollar account, Leary. A One. Hundred. Million. Dollar. Account! And you just let it slip right through your goddamned fingers! What the hell is wrong with you!?" Maria Otero-Melewski was livid. She was so angry that she'd called Attorney James Leary into her office during this ridiculous pandemic hoax, knowing she could face fines or worse if anyone found out. "Do you have ANY IDEA how much money we earned annually managing this account for the last twelve years!? And that was before the two doctors died and we would have had access to the money they left to the kid! You have fucked up, big time, Jimbo! BIG TIME!"

"Look, Maria..."

"Don't 'look Maria' me, Jim. Get that account back. Do you hear me? GET IT BACK, or pack up and get out. End of story!"

"But... the judge already ruled..."

"END OF STORY, ACE! Either you fix this or you're outta here!"

"Ok... ok.... I'll figure something out."

"You'd best. Now, get out of my sight, and don't put one of those foolish masks on! They make you look like an idiot!"
 

 

Jordan sat at a picnic table set off to the side of the roadside dairy bar that was known for its fried fish and soft-serve ice cream. Melissa had done her homework and found this place through a google search of every possible take out restaurant in the area. This one scored very high on the Yelp reviews, so, even though it was nearly an hour's drive from the southern tip of the Quabbin reservoir where they had taken their long walk, it was her choice.

She'd ordered herself the fish and chip plate and a clam strip boat for Jordan. After a wait of ten or twelve minutes, their number was called and Melissa had comets the window to collect the tray of food. As she turned to return to the picnic table, a woman in her latethirties who appeared to be attractive, but with a mask on it was impossible to be certain, stopped her.

"Excuse me," the woman said as sweetly as possible. "I hate to bother you, but - I was just wondering if I could ask you a question."

"Sure," Melissa replied, happy to help if she could.

"Your little sister's dress, I noticed it when she came over to get some napkins." The woman let the sentence hang there as if she expected Melissa to respond in some way.

"What about it?" Melissa finally asked.

"Can you tell me where you got it? I'm looking for something like that for my daughter."

"Oh!" Melissa chuckled, amused by the fact that the woman thought that Jordan was her little sister. "She made that herself. In fact, she made my dress, too."

"Oh, my!" The woman laughed. "You're kidding me!" She reached across the tray of food and touched the material on Melissa's shoulder. "That's gorgeous! I'm very impressed."

"Me too," Melissa laughed. "I'm very hard to fit and she did it like a day - both dresses - hers and mine. I've never met anyone who could sew like she does. And - for the record - she's not my little sister. She's my... friend. She's just very petite. She does make dresses to order, though. They are a little pricey, but, as you can see, they're really worth it. Would you like to meet her?"

"Oh, yes, please," the woman gushed.

The woman summoned her daughter, who, Melissa noted, was approximately the same size as Jordan, and Melissa led them to the table. "Jordie," she said, "this lady and her daughter would like to talk to you about your dresses."

A bit concerned about what Melissa may have told the woman, Jordan did his best to look confident as he extricated himself from the picnic table's attached bench and stood. "Oh?" Was all he said.

"Yes," the woman began, "I was just telling your friend, here... my daughter, her name is Eva, was very taken by your dress. I'll afraid I mistook you for a much younger girl, masks make it so difficult to figure these things out, so I asked your friend, assuming she was your sister, where your dress had come from. Anyway, long story short, she tells me that you make dresses to order. Is that correct?"

Jordan looked at the woman and her daughter, who, he realized, was exactly the same height as him, and replied, "Oh, yes, that is true."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" The woman bubbled. "You see, Eva is about to graduate from her middle school in a couple of weeks - it's all going to be online, of course - and, well you now how things are right now, we've had to cancel our big trip to Florida and our annual week at The Cape, so - I promised Eva that I'd get her a nice graduation dress. The problem is - the nice stores are closed and we've ordered two dresses online already and the first was way too small and second was just garbage. So, is there anyway that we might come by your shop and maybe have a dress made for my Eva?"

"I don't really have a shop..." Jordan began. Frankly, he wasn't even sure where he was or how far he was from his aunt's house. He was a bit befuddled and needed to think a bit.

Melissa realized that he needed to think, so she filled in the space. "Graduating middle school, Eva? That's quite a big step! High school in the fall, I imagine."

"Yes," the girl was happy to join in the conversation. "I'll be a freshman in the fall."

"So that makes you, what... fifteen?"

"Fourteen," she nodded. "I'll be fifteen in October."

"Fourteen," Melissa mulled that over. Fourteen years old. She'd gone from dating a six foot five pre-law major to a seamstress who looked more like a fourteen year old girl than an adult male. How cool was that!? It gave her butterflies in her stomach.

"What do you think?" The woman persisted.

"I... I Kinda work out of my aunt's beauty salon," Jordan finally said. "I guess I could do it, but I'd need you to come there to be measured and to pick out a style and then to be fitted when the dress was completed."

"I see," the woman nodded. "And where is your aunt's beauty salon?"

"Just off the common in Hardwick."

"Oh..." the woman seemed a bit deflated. "Hardwick? That's... that's quite a ways to go for a dress, isn't it?" She nodded, silently and thought. Then she heaved a sigh. "Well, I guess it just isn't possible, then. I'm sorry to have bothered you. Enjoy your lunches."

Jordan didn't know how to respond to this situation. He didn't want to disappoint anyone, but his aunt's salon was where it was. There wasn't anything he could do about it, so he just nodded as Eva and her mother turned away.

"It was very nice meeting you, both," Melissa said. "And
congratulations, Eva!"

"Thank you," the child responded, obviously dejected.

"That's too bad," Melissa said, as she slid onto the picnic table bench with remarkable grace.

Jordan watched them walk away, a bit of a knot in his stomach. "Yeah. I would have liked to have made that girl happy. I'm actually really good at that."

"I know," Melissa looked over her shoulder at the departing mother and child. "Come on, Jordie. Your clams are getting cold."
 

 

"Bill Weber, please."

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"Bill! Jim Leary, here. How's it going?"

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"Good to hear. Helen and the kids, they're doing well, too?"

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"Excellent. Look, Bill, the reason I called is... well, are you still serving on the board of directors of The Mass Bar Association?"

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"Uh Huh. Great, look... I am in a bind. A judge made a ruling against me that is costing me big time and she didn't really follow courtroom procedures."

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"Yes. Online."

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"Well, here's the thing, Bill - I'd really like someone from The Bar Association to review the proceedings. Someone who... understands how important it is to me that things work out correctly."

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"Woah. That's a little steep, Bill..."

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"No, no... I can manage that much, if that's what it takes. When can you review the case?"

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"Today is great?"

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"Well, the primary thing I need is to win back control of the account in question. If we could find a way to get the judge removed and the small-town-bitch lawyer disbarred, that would be icing on the cake. Hahaha."

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"Of course, I understand that would be more expensive, but if I can get control of the account back to my firm, there will be plenty of money for all concerned."

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"Excellent, Bill. Hey, give my love to Helen and the kids! See you on the links as soon as this idiot governor opens up the golf courses, again."

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"Perfect. Thanks, buddy. Bye."
 

 

"I'm sorry to bother you, again," the same woman stopped Jordan and Melissa as they were depositing their trash in the receptacle, "but... don't think I'm crazy or anything, but... do you think it might be possible for Eva to try on your dress? I know, I know, I sound like a lunatic, but... it's been such a rotten year for her, as you can imagine. I was just thinking that, IF the dress fit her, maybe we could just order one to be made just like this one and you could ship it to us."

Both Jordan and Melissa were stunned by the question. Obviously, this woman was very taken by Jordan's dress. Melissa looked good Jordan who shrugged. "I guess that might work..."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" The woman clapped her hands.

"Where can we do this, though?" Melissa asked.

"See that blue minivan?" The woman pointed. "That's mine. Eva's older sister is a cheerleader and they're both part of the dance team, etc, and that requires that she and her teammates get changed on the fly pretty frequently, so my husband installed blinds on the windows and a drape can be pulled across behind the driver's seat. It's very private."

Jordan was a bit scared at the moment. He'd tucked himself and all, but the idea of getting changed in the same space as a fourteen year old girl seems to be a very bad idea and one that could easily end quiet badly.

"Well..." Melissa had similar thoughts. "... I'm not sure that Jordie would be all that comfortable getting changed in there with Eva..."

"Oh, no, no," the woman immediately realized the confusion. "I have plenty of extra clothes with us. If Jordie would take off her dress and put on one of Eva's, then she could come out and wait while Eva goes in and tries on Jordie's dress. See? It'll all be very private."

Jordan took a deep breath and shrugged at Melissa.

"Ok," Melissa shrugged as well. "Let's see what happens."

The woman led them to the blue minivan, calling her daughter to join them on the way. She opened the slider, then dropped the two seats immediately behind the driver's row and lowered them into their storage areas in the floor. Then she climbed in, closed the blinds and pulled the curtain closed.

"See! Better than a dressing room at the mall!" The woman was very excited. She hustled to the hatch in the rear of the vehicle and pulled out a duffle bag. She opened it and produced a cute, little sundress. It was a soft green-blue with little images of Disney's version of Rapunzel in various attitudes slashed about it. "It's a bit young for you, I know, but it'll only be for a few minutes." She handed it to Jordan.

Jordan took the dress, opened it so he could see it - the childish pattern, the inexpensive spaghetti straps, the smocked bodice - it looked like it was a bit young for Eva as well.

"We went to Disney World in February, with the girls' dance team," the woman explained. "All the girls got dresses like these. Eva got Rapunzel, Belle, Merida and who knows what other princesses."

"It'll just be for a few minutes," Melissa giggled. "It'll be fine."

Jordan shrugged and climbed into the minivan. Less than a minute later, he emerged in the Rapunzel dress, feeling just a bit odd.

"Ok, Eva," the woman smiled. "Jump in and try it on."

"Ok, mom," Eva practically leapt into the minivan and was pulling her shorts and tee shirt off before the door was even closed.

"Does it fit?" The woman asked, through the window.

"Oh, mom, it fits perfect!" Eva shouted as she opened the slider and bounded out. "Wow, we must be exactly the same size!"

There was no denying it, the dress hugged her absolutely perfectly. It revealed her modest, developing breasts, hung nicely from her still narrow hips and looked just adorable on the girl.

"Well," the woman said, "I guess we don't need to come down to be measured. Could I pay you to make Eva a dress like this and have you send it to us? I'll add in the cost of shipping, of course."

Jordan was feeling a little cornered. He'd never made a dress without a formal measuring and fitting. "Umm... I guess... but..." then it occurred to him, "...the fabric! You need to pick the fabric."

"Maybe you could send her photos of the materials you'd suggest and she could pick from those," Melissa suggested, trying to be helpful.

Jordan mulled that for a moment or two, then said. "Ok. I guess we can do that."

"Mom," Eva said, excitedly motioning for her mother to bend so she could whisper in her ear.

"What, Evie?" She listened as the girl whispered into her ear. "Oh!" The woman said, "Well, I guess we can make this very simple." She smiled. "Eva says that she loves this material, so if you could make her one just like this, she'd be thrilled."

"Oh, great!" Melissa clapped her hands and smiled. "So, Jordie, you know the style and you know the fabric, so I guess you just need to discuss the price."

"Oh, well..." Jordie hated disappointing anyone, but there was a problem to address. "See... I don't have enough of that fabric to make another dress."

"Oh," the woman said. "Well, could you order more of this?"

"I don't think so," Jordan said, quietly. "This was in the stock my grandmother and great grandmother had saved in the sewing room at my aunt's house. I doubt that I could order it. Maybe something similar, but not exactly the same."

The woman looked at Eva. "Well, your can't get a dress exactly like it, but we can get you something similar. Is that ok."

Eva was deflated. "Yeah, I guess. This is just perfect, though. I wish I could get one just like it."

"I'm sure it will be lovely, dear," the woman consoled and rubbed her daughter's shoulders. "So... what will this cost?"

Jordan didn't reply. He was thinking.

"Well," Melissa was stalling until Jordan spoke, "I think we'll need to find out how much the material will cost, first. Then we'll need to add that to Jordan's time and skill... how many hours do you think it will take you to complete a dress like this, Jordie?"

No answer.

"Jordie?"

"An hour and a half," Jordan muttered.

"Really?" The woman said, amazed.

"No," Melissa let out a nervous laugh, "I don't think that Jordie heard the question correctly."

"Yes I did," Jordan said without looking away from Eva. "It took me an hour and a half to make that dress, yesterday. It might even be faster if I decide to make another."

"If?" The woman asked. "I thought we had agreed..."

"No... we hadn't," Jordan shook his head. "I don't think I want to..."

"Jordie," Melissa coughed and got his attention, "maybe we should talk about this in private."

"No," Jordan turned to the woman. "I don't want to sell you a dress."

The woman looked indignant and was about to put Jordan in his place, when he spoke first.

"Eva, do you really like that dress?"

"Yes," the child said, dejectedly. "I love it. It's perfect and it so soft and comfortable."

Jordan nodded. "Then it's yours. Congratulations on your graduation from middle school."

"Now, just a minute..." the woman began, but then stopped and looked at Jordan. "Are you serious? I'm very happy to pay for the dress. Honestly!"

Jordan shook his head and smiled behind his mask. "No. It's a gift. Eva likes it too much for me to charge you for it."

"Oh, thank you!" Eva shrieked as she made to hug Jordan, but her mother intervened.

"No hugs, Evie. Remember we need to distance. Although, I'd really like to hug you myself, Jordie. That was very kind. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he blushed and looked at the dirt of the unpaved parking lot.

"Ahem," Melissa cleared her throat. "If I may point out a slight problem. Jordie, you need something to wear home and I'm sure that Eva and her mom don't want to lose that dress. It was, after all, a souvenir from Disney World." She looked at the woman. "Do you have anything less precious that Jordie could wear home?"

"Oh," the woman looked through the duffel bag. "Actually, no. Everything else belongs to Eva's big sister."

"That's ok," Jordie nodded. "Give me your address and when I get home today, I'll wash the dress and send it back to you."

"Oh, no," the woman shook her head. "There's no need to do that. You can keep the dress."

"That's ok," Jordie chuckled.

"I agree," Melissa chuckled as well. "Don't get me wrong, Jordie is as cute as a button in that dress, but it is an awfully young style and I don't think it would get much use. We'll send it back."

"Well... ok!" The woman was nearly bursting with happiness. "Honestly, Jordie... Melissa... I don't know how to thank you. You've made my little girl very happy. Thank you."

Melissa could see by the twinkle in Jordan's eyes that he was happy to have done what he did. When he remained silent, Melissa said, "I think you've made my little girl very happy, too."
 

 

As they drove along, eating the ice cream they'd selected for their desserts, Jordan mused, "That's what I really want to do with the money I'm getting. Make young people happy. Especially girls. Did you see her smile? That made me feel good."

"That's great, Jordie," Melissa smiled and reached over to squeeze his exposed knee.

She drove a bit further, then asked, "Are you planning on making a lot of money designing dresses? Because I think you can, but you can't just give them away like that."

"Did you see how happy it made her?"

"Yes."

"Then I got paid plenty - and, by the way, I was talking about my parents' estate. I want to use most of that money to make people happy."

The statement confused Melissa, a bit. She didn't know a lot about Jordan, that was kind of the point of the date. She knew he lived with his Aunt Mary and his cousins, but that was about all. "Have you parents passed away?"

"Yes," jordan replied, matter of factly. "Didn't your mother tell you that?"

"My mother? No. I just assumed that she found out that you made dresses and got in touch with you, somehow."

Jordan shook his head. "No. She was the judge at the hearing about my parents' estate."

Melissa shook her head. "If it takes place in her courtroom, Jordie, then she'll never talk about it. She takes things like that very seriously."

"Oh, I thought you knew," Jordan was surprised. As he slowly continued to eat his small cup of vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles, he gave Melissa a brief summary of his story and his parents' estate.

"Jordie!" Melissa pulled the Toyota to the side of the road and put it in park. "Your parents died, like, a month ago? That's awful! I'm so sorry. You must be heartbroken." She took his hand in hers.

He shrugged. "I guess, but I should probably tell you... I have a hard time processing emotions. I mean, I WANT to feel bad and I WANT to miss them... it's just hard for me."

"I understand." Melissa whispered. Then she smiled and said, "You don't seem to have a problem telling me how you feel."

He blushed and put a small spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

Melissa giggled, "Let's see... we've kissed about a half dozen times, now and I can tell how you feel when we do."

"It's different with you and auntie and my cousins. Life makes sense to me when I'm with you or them. I don't know why, but it does."

"That's very sweet," Melissa smiled at him, sitting there in the passenger seat, wearing the Rapunzel dress. What a precious little gift he was! "So, do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No, just me," Jordan shrugged.

"Huh... well, if you don't mind me asking, if there are no other family members to contest your parents' will, why did my mom get involved?"

Jordan told her about Mr Leary and how he'd tried to take the inheritance, and how he'd decided to split it with his family and help others with the rest.

"Holy smokes," Melissa uttered, looking across at the little man, "you're like a saint or something. Honestly, if you weren't right here next to me, I'd swear that it couldn't be possibly for someone like you to exist."

With no logical response available to Jordan, he put a cover onto his half eaten cup of ice cream and said. "I'm done." Then he looked around at the scenery. "Are we headed back to Aunt Mary's now? I'm not really sure where we are."

"We were, but let's not go back, just yet. Look, there's an Audubon trail just ahead. Would you like to take another walk?"

"Sure," Jordan was willing to do anything to prolong his time with Melissa.

She drove the few yards, pulled in to the gate and brought the car to a stop in the deserted parking lot. They took a look at the map that was posted at the start of the trail. It was a two mile walk and the sign spoke of a view of a valley where they could get a 'spectacular view' of the Ware River at the halfway point of the trail.

"Just a second," Melissa said. She opened the trunk of the Avalon and took out a yellow, polar fleece blanket. When a Jordan asked why she needed it, she said, "We may want to sit for a few minutes." She also reached back into the car and, after a few moments, emerged with a small pouch that she hung from her wrist.

"What's that?" Jordan asked.

"A little purse for walking. It's got my phone and wallet and a few other things."

It was a beautiful and warm late spring afternoon and the trees were all just starting to fill their branches with leaves again. They walked and they talked and they walked and they talked and eventually they came to the scenic overlook of the valley with the Ware River flowing through it.

"Let's sit for a bit," Melissa suggested and Jordan readily agreed.

They spread the fairly large blanket out on the shallow hillside and sat, looking at the view below.

After a few moments, Melissa took his hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Melissa asked.

"More personal than asking me if I could get an erection?" Jordan asked.

She laughed. "Ok. Can I ask you ANOTHER personal question?l

"Sure."

"Is... is this your first date?"

He thought for a moment, then said, "Yes. I guess so. I mean, you don't mean like play dates and things like that, right?"

Melissa laughed she answered, "No. I mean a real date. Like with a girl."

"Then, yes. This is my first date."

She pulled him close. "I hope you're enjoying it and that we can do it some more."

"I'd like that." His face was so near her breasts that he thought he might faint. Maybe he should just keep the conversation going. "Is this your first date?"

"No, no," Melissa laughed, "no, it isn't. But I will say, it is one of the best."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Melissa giggled. "I've never been on a date with a guy in a dress before and I've certainly never been on a date with a guy who traded his dress with a ninth grader! How could I not love that!?"

"So... you don't mind that I wear dresses?"

She smiled down at him, then leaned down and laid a gentle, soft kiss on his lips. "I love that you wear dresses."

She kissed him, again. "I love that you wear earrings."

She kissed him again. "I love that you wear your hair in bangs and a ponytail."

She kissed him again. "I love that you wear makeup."

She kissed him again. "I love that you wear lipstick."

She kissed him again. "I love that you wear panties." She kissed him, again.

"How do you know I wear panties," Jordan grinned up at her. "You're just assuming."

"I am," she giggled, "but I know how to check."

She kissed him, again and slipped her hand down to his smooth thigh and gently slid it up to the top his legs, the light cotton fabric of the inexpensive dress that hung loosely from the smocked top yielding easily to her hand. She felt the edge of his underwear. "Hmmm.... Feels kind of silky, but not like silk boxers."

Jordan was amazed that Melissa was this... brazen. That she would so casually maneuver her hand into such a private area. It felt invasive. It felt dangerous. It felt aggressive. It felt wrong - but - It made him feel ticklish from her touch. It made him feel special to be touched. It made him feel just a little wanton for allowing it. It made him feel submissive to her touch and that was a feeling, he realized for the very first time, he wanted more than anything - to submit to Melissa.

Melissa slipped her finger under the elastic that encased his hip. "Definitely silky, but light and airy and sexy." She leaned low and kissed him, softly, "Very sexy." She felt him shiver in her arms. She could remember that first make out session feeling - having a boy touch her in new and exciting ways. It was one of a girl's fondest memories and it was one that she was going to give to the little man, in the little girl's dress, who was nestled in her arms.

She played with the elastic of the leg opening for a few seconds, then pulled her finger free and ran her hand along the silky material towards Jordan's belly. As she reached the center panel of the panty, though, the silkiness ended and it felt a bit rougher. "Is that lace I feel" she giggled, causing Jordan to also giggle and smile as he shrugged his shoulders. "It is lace, isn't it? Oh, you are a sexy thing!"

With her whole palm, she felt the lacy panel that covered his lower abdomen, but underneath the silky lace, Jordan's belly was as flat as any girl's. "I think something's missing," she smiled down at him. "You told me that you had one. Where is it, you naughty little thing?"

Jordan leaned up and he initiated a soft kiss this time, then whispered, "It's tucked away... down there."

"Oh?" Melissa raised her eyebrows in mock surprise as she used two fingers to slide along the lacy panel, towards the junction of his legs and then in between them. She felt the warm, firming organ tucked into the panty's gusset and slowly, very slowly, ran her fingers along it. "I think I found it."

This was a sensation that Jordan had never felt before. Only a doctor had ever touched his penis before, and it didn't feel anything like this. Melissa felt him tense up and didn't want his inexperience to lead to a shortened encounter, so she calmed him with a motherly, "Shhh. It's ok. Relax and let me make you feel good. If you stay relaxed, it will last a lot longer. Just trust me. I know what I'm doing."

Jordan took a deep breath, then exhaled it and laid back, enjoying Melissa's strong, soft touch. He still was mesmerized just by the feel of silky panties encasing his body, but to feel Melissa's gentle touch caressing him through that silkiness was something very, very different. His eyelids fluttered with excitement as he tried to relax and enjoy every sensation.

Melissa had been in this exact situation several times before. That time of newness, of experimentation, of getting to know every inch of her partner. The thing was, though, every time before this, she was the one being held in her lover's arms and she was the one feeling a strong hand exploring under her skirts, feeling her panties and hearing her lover's flirtatious words. She'd loved feeling sexy and vulnerable in that position, but this was a whole new feeling. She was the strong, tender one who was controlling the situation. Controlling the feelings. Controlling her lover. She still felt tender and feminine, but there was a sense of power in her that she'd never felt before. A sense of almost owning this beautiful boy in her arms.

Much to Jordan's surprise and regret, Melissa's hand slide slowly away from his trapped penis and followed the lacy panel back up his abdomen, but when it reached the waistband, Jordan's let out a surprised, euphoric gasp as her fingers gentle raised the elastic and began to slide back down toward his legs, this time sliding on just his skin.

"So soft," Melissa whispered, sensually, "and no icky hair. I like that."

Again, her fingers found his penis tucked between his legs. She traveled its length twice before she slowly and softly slipped her fingers around the shaft and guided it forward to its natural position. She was surprised to find that it was a normal sized penis on this very small boy - not that she was an expert, by any means, but this was the fifth penis she'd ever touched and it felt similar in size to all the others.

"Look what I found!" She teased in a high pitched voice, as if speaking to a toddler. He should have found it insipid, but it excited him, nonetheless. "Oh, and it's getting bigger, isn't it?"

She laced her hands around the shaft and moved it up and down a couple of times, barely making contact with the skin. Jordan thought he was going to either explode or lose his mind, but he concentrated on his breathing and prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself.

Suddenly, she stopped and pulled her hand free. Before Jordan could complain, though, Melissa said, "Let's pull these panties down and lift that dress up. We don't want to make a mess in our panties, or get anything nasty on Eva's cute little princess dress, now do we?"

Jordan didn't do anything. Melissa raised the skirt of the loose dress and neatly settled it all on the smocked bodice, then gently lowered the front of his panties so that his now erect penis was free of its confines.

It was a strange sensation. He'd never had his penis exposed out in the world like this. It was scary and wonderful. He immediately forgot that sensation when Melissa's soft hand again wrapped around him and began to slowly stroke him.

"There, doesn't that feel nice?" She whispered. "Just relax and let me take care of you, my cute, little baby." Again, that baby-talk should have bothered him, but it just seemed to give him more permission to submit to this strong woman. "Do you have any idea how adorable you look in that little girl's dress? No, I bet you don't. So small. So soft. It's really hard for me to look at you, knowing you're a man under all that pretty, little girlie-ness and knowing that under that adorable dress is a pair of thin, silky panties and that was the only thing separating your little secret from my hand. Most girls want their men in tight fitting jeans, or business suits, or tuxedos. I used to be that way, too, but then I met you. Now, all I want is you. My soft, feminine, beautiful, girly boyfriend. Will you be my boyfriend?"

The air came through Jordan's throat in short bursts, so it sounded as if he had a stutter when he whispered, "Yes. I'll be your boyfriend."

"That's a good boy," she smiled at him. "Are you ready, now."

He nodded.

"Enjoy," she smiled as she tightened her grip, just a bit, and increased her tempo, just slightly.

Jordan's eye's closed, but his beautifully sculpted eyebrows raised as his breathing increased and his torso involuntarily thrust up to add to Melissa's movement.

"That's my boy," Melissa whispered. "Relax and let it come. You'll feel so much better."

Suddenly, Jordan grunted and his whole body stiffened for a moment. Then, his penis began to spasm, his midsection began to thrust violently and he exploded rope after rope after rope of semen onto his belly and into Melissa's hand.

She kept the massaging going through his orgasm and continued until he was soft, again.

When at last Jordan could breathe normally again, he smiled up at Melissa.

"Feel better?" she asked.

He nodded.

Melissa opened the small sack that she'd carried on her wrist and pulled out a small, square pouch that she ripped open and removed a towelette which she unfolded. "I took some extra from the place we stopped for lunch. I suspected that I might find a use for some before the day was over."

Jordan tried to take the towelette from her to clean himself, but Melissa batted his hand away. "Let me take care of it. I made the mess, I'll clean it up."

She let him lay down on the blanket, free of her embrace, and she moved so that she was kneeling over his middle. She worked quickly and gently, wiping up his discharge to ensure he was clean. It took three towelettes to accomplish her work. Then she bent his flaccid member down and tucked it back into the gusset of the panties, pulling the front of the panties back into place. She stroked the flatness of the silk-lace center panel. "I really like you like this. So neat and flat and smooth. It's kind of unbelievable. I have everything anyone could ever ask for in a girlfriend, but she's got this little secret that makes her my boyfriend."

She lowered the skirt of the dress back into place. "And Disney has probably sold hundreds of thousands of this dress, but all the rest are being worn by little, adolescent girls and only one is being wore by a beautiful, twenty one year old boy and I am lucky enough to have him with me."

She kissed him, then stood and helped him up. They walked down the path, which quickly made a U-Turn and headed back towards the parking lot. As they strolled along, Jordan said, "So, I just want you to understand - when I get the money from my parents' estate, I only plan to keep a small amount for myself. I plan on giving some to my aunt and cousins and then I want to use the rest to help people."

"That's great, Jordie," Melissa smiled again him. "How are you going to help them?"

"I'm not sure yet. I've been talking to a lot of people, including your mom, about it. I have a few ideas, but I want to make sure that it's something that can really help to make people's lives better. Not just money that will be spent and then it's gone. Maybe college tuitions, or helping to set up businesses. I don't know what just yet."

She raised her hand that was holding his and kissed his. "That's very cool, Jordie. You know, my degree is in business and I interned with an investment firm. If I can be of any help, just let me know."

Jordan walked along and thought for a few moments. "You know... you're the first person who didn't act like I was crazy when I talked about giving the bulk of the money away."

"It's your money, Jordie. I can understand why you want to use it to help people and I think that's great. Besides, Jordie... it sounds like you were brought up to not think about money as an important part of life. I know that you and your parents weren't really close, in a warm and fuzzy kind of way, but it kind of seems like that taught you to be a pretty selfless person. I think that's amazing!"

Jordan had never really thought about it that way, but he suddenly realized that Melissa was right. Even though they had amassed quite a bit of money, his parents had been very selfless people. Maybe they just didn't pay attention to him because they were paying attention to everyone and they didn't even realize that they were neglecting him.

"In my family," Melissa said, snapping him out of his revery, "we are all brought up being told that money is everything. Money, position, power, that's what it's all about. I have a cousin named Phil who became a doctor and used some of his family-money to start a clinic in a really poor area of Appalachia. Most of my family treat him like he's mentally ill because of it. My mom treats him like a saint. She thinks he's the best of all of us. Maybe that's why she likes you."

"Huh," Jordan considered that. "So, your family has a lot of money, too?"

"Oh, yeah," Melissa laughed. "I'm a trust-fund-baby, Jordie. I am the fourth or fifth generation of spoilt brats in my family. My ancestors were part of the Boston Brahman crowd - mansions in Newport, townhouses on Beacon Hill, the hole shebang. Profits off the backs of the proletariat, investments in oil deposits at Tea Pot Dome, buying stocks low the day after Black Thursday, war profiteering in both world wars, profits from napalm in the sixties... I am a descendent of some pretty shallow people. I'd really like to find a good job for a socially conscious corporation to make up for some of the horrible karma my family has garnered over the generations."

"So," Jordie wanted to be sure he understood, "you're rich?"

She laughed. "I am, Jordie. Disgustingly, embarrassingly rich, but don't hold that against me, ok?"

"Ok," Jordan laughed.

As they reached the parking lot, Melissa's phone chimed, indicating a voice mail. It was from her mother. She listened to it, then said, "Hmm, that was my mom. She said to call immediately."

She pressed her mother's contact button and waited.

"Hi."

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"We were walking on a nature trail. There was no service."

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"Why? What's going on?"

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"You've got to be kidding me!"

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"So, you're on you're way to Hardwick, now?"

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"Ok. We'll see you there."

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"Love you, too, and don't worry. I know you. There is no way you'd ever do anything unethical!"

She hung up.

"What's wrong?" Jordan asked, concerned.

"My mom and your lawyer have had complaints filed against them with the Mass Bar Association. She's really upset about it. She's headed to your aunt's house to meet with your lawyer and she'd like to talk to you, too."

"Oh, my God!" Jordan gasped. "Am I in trouble, too?"

"I doubt it," Melissa opened his door an allowed him to sit and swing his legs in. "The charges are from The Bar Association, so they don't have any authority over anyone but lawyers."

She hustled around to the driver's side and swung her own legs in. She leaned over and said, "Give me a kiss. Things will be nuts when we get to your aunt's and I want to finish our date with a nice kiss."
 
 
To Be Continued...