Bethany In My Life

(A moment in time and place)

North Beach, San Francisco May 1969

Desperation

I looked back at my home, or I guessed, what used to be my home, and considered my next action carefully. 'I can't go back there anymore" I thought to myself, with the out-and-out fight I had just had with my father fresh in my memory, I knew that given my dad's stubborness and pride, I would not be welcome there for years, if ever.

Well, there wasn't much else to do but try to figure out where to spend the rest of the night, and figure something out...

It wasn't too late, and dressed as I was in cut-off's, and t-shirt, 'Oh shit! This is all I have! I should have planned this better!' I thought to myself, which was a joke, as nothing about the situation I now found myself in had been planned, I decided to go over to the City Lights Books near by what used to be my home, at least this morning, on Taylor Street just south of Francisco Street.

Ferlinghetti's City Lights Books had become a favorite place for me, with off-beat, over-the-top essays and pamphlets, as well as just about any book under the sun, I knew I could go there, get comfortable, and think about what to do next.

Sitting in one of the chairs that were located at the end of some of the stacks, I held a book I had grabbed without looking at, and just stared at a random page without seeing it as the reality of my situation hit me. Here I was sixteen years old, (well, almost anyway) with nothing but the clothes on my back, which as I had already noted, wasn’t much. I didn’t have any I.D. or even a wallet and had, ‘hmm, let’s see’ I thought to myself, as I pulled out the contents of my watch pocket, (the only pocket left without holes in it) from my cut-off’s.

“Six dollars and thirty nine cents!” I exclaimed drawing stares from some of the other browsers in the back of the store. ‘Oh Damn, what’ll I do?’ I mentally screamed at myself as I finally realized the depths of my troubles.

“Are you Ok?” a voice brought me out of the depths of my depression, and I looked up to see an attractive girl in a miniskirt and thigh-high boots staring at me with an expression of concern on her face.

“Oh, ah, yeah!” I said as I considered her question and everything came crashing down on me again.

I guess my face betrayed me, because she said, “Well, you don’t LOOK alright! You look like you need a shoulder to cry on.”

What she said was true enough, and her concern real enough that suddenly I felt very shy and felt my face heating up with embarrassment.

“Now THAT is cute!” she exclaimed as she looked at me blushing.

This was just too much and tears started leaking out from the corners of my eyes, so I hid my face in my hands and tried to get some control over myself.

“Oh! I’m sorry hon, I didn’t mean to make you feel worse, look, we need to go somewhere we can talk and you can feel more comfortable.” She stated as she took my hand and pulled me up.

As I let her lead me out of the bookstore and west towards Colubus Avenue I struggled to get ahold of myself and figure out what was going on. “Um, where are we going?” I finally managed to inquire without my voice breaking too badly.

“C’mon hon, we’re just heading down to Washington Square where we can sit down in the grass and talk a little more comfortably,” she answered, “and where you can let it all out a little.”

I wasn’t at all sure about all of this, and would have stopped her, but she was older than me, and holding my hand, which was a connection I couldn’t bring myself to break at the moment, so I let her lead on.

It was feeling very companionable, and kinda nice to walk with her as we finally got to Filbert Street and crossed over to the entrance of the north side of the park. She led me down the footpath on the left untill we got to the stand of white birches that led down to the rock garden on the east side of the park, and found a grassy area in amongst the white-barked trees. “Here, sit down and tell me about it.” She said pulling me down onto the grass.

I looked at her for a moment, and then without meaning to, I started to cry and it just got worse and worse until I finally noticed that I was sobbing into her chest as she rest on her knees and just held me. I was so embarrassed, that I pulled away and started blushing again forgetting to cry, or even why I had been crying. “I am sorry, but that is just SO cute!” she stated again smiling at me.

Of course, that just made me redder, but I was thankfull for her concern, so I just smiled at her. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Shhh,” She said, placing a finger on my lips, “What’s wrong honey?” she inquired softly, “Go ahead and tell me.”

So I did, about how my father and I had never got along, and how we (I) had said too much and how he had kicked me out. “My dad said that he didn’t want to ever see me again, and that I could just make it on my own! He said he wouldn’t even sign a work permit to help me, so I can’t even get a job!” I finished starting to tear up again.

Oh honey, it’s alright’” she said, “You’re not completely alone are you? Don’t you have friends or relatives around?”

Looking at her for a moment, I realized that she just hit the emotional content of my situation right between the eyes, as I started to get paniced and depressed all at the same time.

I guess she could see that in my face too, because she clutched me to her again and said “It’s ok hon, I’m here, and I’ll help you.”

Well, that was just too much, and I went on emotional overload again and started crying uncontrollably.

Finally I wound down again, and stopped crying, I pulled back and looked at her and said, “Thank you, but I didn’t mean to be a problem..”

“Nonsense!” she stated emphatically, “First thing is we need to figure what to do next, my name is Ashley, what is yours?”

“Bruce.”

“Well Bruce?” she looked at me and went on, “how old are you?”

“Sixteen, uh, well, allmost anyway…”

Looking up at her face again I could see a small smile on her face that changed suddenly to a concerned look as she said “What about school? What grade are you in?”

“Oh!” I said as my problems with that hit me, “I am supposed to be in my sophmore year but I’ve been skipping so much that they want me to do the year over, so I just dropped out.” I looked over at her and gave her a little shrug.

“Ok! So that’s not a problem…” she said and went into thought as I just stared at her a little surprised and thought to myself, ‘I don’t think I ever expected anyone to say THAT about it.’ Then she looked at me again and said, “So all we have to do is get you a place and feed you right?

“Umm, yeah? Right?” I half stated, half asked as I tried to figure what was wrong with her logic.

“Well…” she looked at me, “I could put you up with me, but my landlady wouldn’t like a boy living with me much…” she trailed off.

“It’s okay, I started, you’ve aready been so nice to me, I don’t-“

“Shush!” she ordered, “Just let me think for a moment.”

I watched her pull at the grass for a while when suddenly her eyes widened and she looked up at me again and started looking at me, all of me, looking up and down at my face and my body. I started to blush again, which made her smile a little making me think ‘What IS it about my embarrassment that amuses her so much?’

“I’ve got it!” She exclaimed “Eureka!” and she took my hand hauled me up and started leading me out of the park.

“Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t get it, what are we gonna’ do?” I asked meekly.

“Don’t you worry about it.” She smiled at me with a secret little smile, “You just come with me and do what I tell you and we’ll get you all fixed up.”

Given the situation, I rather doubted that, but I was hustling along trying to keep up with her as she headed north to the Bay Street turntable to catch the cable car.

We rode the cable car south over Nob Hill until we reached the Powel Street Station, then we got off, walked over to the Market Street bus stop and caught a bus going southwest. “C’mon,” She urged, “We gotta’ hurry” as she grabbed my hand and led me off the bus at the Hermann Street stop and headed west.

“What’s the hurry?” I gasped as we rushed along the sidewalk.

“I was supposed to meet some people in a couple of hours at the Coffee Gallery, and I don’t wanna’ be late!” she said as she pulled me along.

As we neared the intersection with Sanchez and I could see the Duboce Park clearly across it, she turned up onto the stoop of one of the houses near the end of the block. “Home!” She stated, looking at me she said, “Now be quiet in here! My landlady will be watching the late afternoon soaps, so we should be able to sneak you past without her noticing.”

Properly admonished, she took my hand and led me stealthily into the house and up to the second story where she opened a door with a key, and pulled me in. Looking at me she held a finger up to her lips and went over to a turntable and put on a Butterfield Blues album. Once the music started, she raised the volume a little and said, “Okay, now we can get started!”

Bethany Appears

“Started with what?” I asked trying not to appear too stupid.

“Look she said,” leading me over to the couch and sitting us down, “Let’s look at your situation ok?”

I just looked at her and nodded miserably, “Okay.”

“Good, now, you don’t have a place to stay right?” I just nodded, “And you don’t have any clothes but those right?” nod again, “And no real job or money right?” now a nod from me and a little snif.

“I know I’m in trouble,” I started.

“Listen! I have a solution!” she declared looking earnestly at me, “But you have to keep an open mind and trust me, I will stick by you understand!”

Startled, I looked at Ashley and said, “Allright, I trust you.”

“Good!” she said and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “You aren’t old enough to hang with me most of the places I go, and I can’t have a boy live here with me or my landlady will kick me out.” She remarked as I looked at her sorrowfully, “But! I have a solution, which will solve both things nicely!” she finished with enthusiasm.

Blankly I blinked at her and said, “How?” in a trembling little voice.

“It’s easy!” she exclaimed smiling broadly, “we’ll turn you into a girl!”

My mouth fell open and I think I said something intelligible like, “HUH!” as she excitedly pulled me to my feet and led me over to her closet.

“You bet! With the right clothes and some makeup you will look older and you will pass easily as my girl friend from out of town!”

“I don’t think…” I started.

Suddenly she grabbed me and spun me to face her, “You said you would keep an open mind didn’t you? She inquired.

I nodded and said “But…”

“And you said you would trust me right?” and glared at me.

I nodded again and said, “But…”

“AND, I said I would stand by you right?” I nodded at that, “So you try this with me, and if it doesn’t work out, we’ll try something else, but I think it can work, so you’ll do it, because you trust me, right?”

Well, a lot was trying to go through my head right then, but the thing I felt the most was that this girl had become my anchor somehow in the short time I had known her, and I wasn’t letting go for anything, So I looked into her eyes and said,”Yes, Ashley.” And then suddenly looked at my feet and started blushing again.

“That’s my girl!” she enthused and faced the closet pulling the bi-fold doors open.

Startled I looked up at her, and found her totally engrossed in going through her closet, and not even looking at me as I started to blush even hotter.

“Le’mme see…” she mumbled as she turned and looked at me with a critical eye, “You are a little taller than me, but a little bit more skiny…Oh! Breasts!” she exclaimed and hurried over to the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I knew it wouldn’t work…”

“Trust me will ya?” she demanded while she crouched down and pulled the curtains aside under the sink, “I think I have… Yep!” she exclaimed as she straightened up holding a pair of rubber dish gloves. “Perfect!”

I wasn’t sure what was so perfect about rubber dish gloves as I watched her take them over to her desk and shovel around in its top drawer. Finally she located and pulled out a bottle of rubber cement and a pair of scissors and started to cut off the fingers of the gloves. Next, she used the rubber cement to glue the finger holes togeather and said, “Ok! We’ll let that dry for a few minutes and make some jello!”

By now I thought she had maybe lost her mind but tried to help her in the kitchen as she cooked up a pot of cherry jello. She didn’t ask or say anything except to tell me where to find pots and ingredients she needed so I just let her work. Finally she put the pot in the ‘fridge and looked at her watch, “Makeup next!”

She sat me down on a kitchen chair and went and got a bag which she set on the kitchen table, looked at me critically and said, “Well, at least you wear your hair long, it’s past your shoulders, and we should be able to do something nice with it later.” She pulled up another chair opposite me and sat down, “Foundation first!” She went through her bag and found a bottle of something, pulled it out and turned to me, noting my blushing again she said, “Well at least you probably won’t need much rouge!”

After working on me for some time with many arcane things from her bag she finally said, “There! Done!” With a satisfied look. You will have to learn to do this yourself of course, but we don’t have time right now, next time I’ll start teaching you allright?”

‘NEXT TIME?’ I thought, but only nodded.

“Let’s see how the jello is setting up!” she remarked as she got up and went over to the refridgerator, I just looked at her perplexedly.

“Here,” she said, “take this spoon and whip it all up good, I think it is set enough, I’ll check to see if the gloves are dry yet.”

As I was wondering why I was mushing up a perfectly good bowl of jello she went and got the gloves off the desk and came back saying’ ”Yeah, they’re dry enough, go ahead and shovel some jello in each one until they are almost full.” Looking at her strangely I just shrugged and did what she asked.

After a while, finally getting them full and evenly filled to her satisfaction, she took them from me and said, “That ought’a work.” And took them back to the desk and started gluing with the rubber cement again.

I had a couple of minutes of confusion which didn’t really allow me the time to consider what we were doing when she came back over to me and said, “Okay, now hair!” She then took a brush and started brushing, as she did she remarked, “You have beautiful straight hair, I’m glad you keep it clean, we didn’t have time to wash it.” And started to do something with it in back that involved some tugging at parts of it.

“That’s done.” She stated, “now come here.” Taking my hand she led me into the bathroom and had me sit on the side of the tub, take off my shoes and socks, and then swing my legs into the tub. Running the water getting the temperature right, she said,” You’re gonna have to learn to do this for yourself too, but today I’ll shave your legs for you.” And proceeded to do just that.

When she finished and rinsed off my legs she stood up, and helped me up. “SEE! “She said, “I knew we didn’t need much blush!” Which comment just made me blush harder, and her start to giggle.

“Okay” She said, “take your shirt off, they should be dry by now.” More confused then ever, there was too much stimulus, to many new smells and sensations to think clearly, I just automatically did what she said and peeled off my t-shirt.

After going to the desk and then to her dresser, she came back and looked at me and said, “Ooo, well, we’ll have to fix your hair again.” And gave me an angry look.

“I.. I’m sorry Ashley” I stammered and looked at the floor.

“GOD YOU”RE CUTE when you do that!” She said, smiling and shaking her head, which made me blush even more, “How could I stay mad at that face?” she questioned herself, then said, “Turn around hon.” So I did.

She reached around me and then pulled back again and said, “Just put your arms through the straps dear.” As I realized that I was putting my arms through bra straps, my first thought was strangely enough, ‘I’m glad she can’t see my face” I had just enough time for the thought when she finished hooking the bra and spun me around to see how it fit or something.

After looking for a moment at my chest, she glanced up and saw me blushing again, and just shook her head and said, “ Now I’ll just put these in…” and proceeded to take the two jello filled gloves that now resembled rounded sacks, and stuffed them in the cups of the bra. After a little re-arranging, she stepped back and looked critically at them for a minute and said, “ That looks good, what do you think?” and glanced at my face.

“Erk!” Was about all I could say.

“Stop that or you are gonna blow a vessel!” she pointed out watching me blush even more furiously.

“I, I can’t help it Ashley” I said.

“Well, you better be carefull,” she said, “how would you like to go to the hospital like this?” and grinned at me evily.

“Erp!” Was all I could say this time as all the blood drained out of my face.

Somehow, Ashley thought this was a funny response, because she giggled at me so long I started to blush again.

“Okay,” she said holding up her hand, “Now we do clothes, straighten up your hair, and we can go.”

“GO? Go where? Like THIS?” I stammered out.

“Of course go, I told you I had to meet some friends at the Coffee Gallery, They will want to meet my new roomie!” Now she was looking perplexedly at me.

“But, like this?” I asked pointing at myself.

“Well sure honey, you look great!” she enthused, “Trust me!”

‘Don’t remind me’ I thought as I just sighed and looked down, which didn’t help, because I noticed again that I had suddenly sprouted a pair of breasts, ‘C cup?’ I wondered.

“There!” Ashley stated in a satisfied tone as she backed away from me and looked me up and down, “Turn around.” She said distractedly making a litle spinning motion with her fingers.

So, blushing, again, I did a slow spin and stopped and looked at her.

“No! Wait!” she exclaimed and dove for her closet again. ‘Now what?’ I sighed to myself as I looked down and couldn’t quite believe it. Panties, garter, stockings, bra of course, and a knit mini-skirt in black with bright colored horizontal bars printed across the midriff made up my ensemble. The underwear was all frilly and lacy, and the skirt too short, anyone would see my panties and garter if I bent over at all it seemed to me.

“Here!” Put these on” Ashley said handing me a pair of black strap sandals with about a three inch heel. Once I got them on she said’ “It’s good you have small feet for your size, they seem to fit ok.” I just nodded trying not to think. “Now a touch of jewelry and we can go!” she said.

“Don’t you think this dress is a little short to go out in?” I gasped.

“Why? It’s no shorter than mine.” She pointed out, “I told you we needed to dress nice tonight to go out.”

“Um, well, yeah.” I said looking down and sighing.

“Aw, honey, you look beautiful, c’mere and look for yourself.” She said taking me by the hand and leading me into the bathroom. She closed the door and in the full-length mirror on the inside I stood breathless for a minute just taking me in. I knew it was still me in there, but it didn’t look like it in the mirror. It looked like a young woman, and attractive young woman no less, looking back at me out of the mirror. “See how beautiful you are? I told you it would work!” She smiled at me in the mirror smugly.

Back in the bedroom she went back to her dresser and after a little fiddling around in a small box on top she said’ “I knew I had some!” and came back over and did something to my ears, "We really gotta get these peirced.” she muttered as she took a pendant necklace in the shape of a heart that had been dangling from her fingers and put it around my neck.

Next she took a small clutch purse out of the top drawer of her dresser and put in some makeup, a brush and a few odds and ends, and handed it to me. Stepping back and looking at me once more, she said, “You look great!” and looked at me expectantly.

Figuring I was supposed to say something appreciative back I said, “You do too. Uh, thank you Ashley.”

“Oh honey!” she said and gave me a big hug, “You’ll do fine Br- uh, I mean, umm, you know, we have to figure out what we’ll call you.”

“What?” I said.

“Well silly, we can’t call you Bruce like this!” she said as she waved her hand up and down in front of me. “Let me see…” she said slowly while tapping her finger against her front teeth, “Something that starts with a ‘B’ so you can get used to it faster, hmm, I’ve got it! Bethany! Yeah! We’ll call you Bethany!”

After beaming at me for a few seconds she suddenly started and looked at her watch, “Oh! We gotta get going!” With that, she grabbed her purse, grabbed my hand, and towed me out the door in such a flurry that I didn’t even have time to think of anything but trying to negotiate the stairs in my heels without breaking my neck. Suddenly I found myself out the door, down the stoop and headed east on Hermann Street with me trying to keep up with Ashley while taking small steps one in front of the other. ‘If I can keep my legs together so no one will see my underwear, and not kill myself on these heels’ I thought to myself, ‘I will die happy’.

A Night On The Town

The three fast blocks down Hermann Streeet to the bus stop had at least gotten me more used to the heels, but now my feet felt hot while we waited for the bus. Ashley looked over at me and smiled, “You really do look good Beth.” She leaned over and wispered at me, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

I just swallowed my stomach and smiled back nervously.

Finally the bus arrived, and Ashley grabbed my hand and climbed on board with me in tow. As she led me down the aisle and the bus started going, I wondered if she expected me to sit down in this getup, hers was just as short, and I couldn’t remember seeing her underwear, so I figured I would just watch her closely, and copy what she did.

As she neared the rear door, she stopped at an open seat, put her hand behind her, well, behind her behind, and smoothed her skirt down her legs as she sat with her knees together, then she slid over to give me room to sit down. I copied her movements, and after sitting checked myself, and couldn’t see anything I shouldn’t, ‘sigh’. “See, I told you you looked good!” Ashley leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Huh?” I looked at her confusedly and she just pointed with her chin forwards and across the aisle. Looking over, I noticed a young (older than me) guy twisted in his seat and looking back at me, and then he smiled. “Oh gosh!” I exclaimed under my breath and quickly looked down at my lap.

“You keep blushing like that and he’ll come over her to talk to you.” Ashley whispered, which made me just blush harder. “Oh! C’mon he’s cute!” she said, and then went back to looking out her window watching for our stop, thankfully.

I didn’t even remember getting off the bus and walking over to grab a cable car for our return trip to the Bay Street turnaround, but as we neared the heights of Nob Hill, Ashley leaned over and said, “He was cute, but don’t let it bother you so much, you are bound to get some admiring looks all dressed up to go out like this.” I just swallowed and didn’t reply, “Anyway, she continued, Bobby is bringing some of his friends tonight, and some of them are real cute too.” Trying to sort out and deal with what that meant kept me out of rational thought for the rest of the trip and until I found myself standing on Bay Street listening to the gulls cry out a couple of blocks up at the Fishermans Wharf. The club was over on Grant, so we walked a few blocks west towards the Embarcadero and finally crossed to it. “Um,” I said, “I thought you said we were going to the Coffee Gallery?” Above me was a sign that said ‘Lost and Found Saloon’

“We are, they just changed the name a while back, but most people call it the Coffee Gallery still… Do you see Bobby anywhere?” she asked.

“I don’t know what he looks like.” I was pointing out, as she suddenly got a big smile on her face and started away from me.

“Bobby! Bobby, over here!” Ashley yelled waving, and out of a knot of people down on the corner a guy separated out and started in our direction waving. Ashley took off, leaving me in a cloud of dust (metaphorically) and ran to throw herself in his arms kissing him hungrily.

They separated from their clinch just about as I got to them, and she turned suddenly and said, “Bobby, this is my cousin Bethany, she’s gonna be staying with me for a while. Beth, this is Bobby, he’s mine, so hands off!”

I was just reaching to shake his hand when she got to the last part, which froze me and made me start to blush again.

“Isn’t she cute when she does that!” Ashley exclaimed to Bobby.

“Yes she is.” Bobby said to her taking my hand and gently but firmly shaking it, “you have to excuse your cousin,” he went on to me, “I haven’t been able to teach her any manners yet.” And smiled.

“God! I wish I could do that!” Ashley exclaimed as I blushed even more furiously. “Have Steve keep an eye on her, he’s enough of a gentleman not to make her pop a vessel before the night’s even begun.”

“Oh yeah,” Bobby said and turned to the three other guys who had just arrived, “Bethany, this is David,” indicating a too-tall skinny guy with a wild thatch of blond hair, “and this is Raymond,” waving at a shorter red haired guy with freckles, “and this is Steve, your escort for the night!”

A dark haired strong-looking guy that I thought must be several inches over six feet tall, and wearing a large grin held out his hand to me, and as I hesitantly took it he lifted mine to his lips and kissed my hand without seeming rediculous ot all. “I think her toes are even blushing!” said Ashley, I desperately wanted to look down at my feet, but somehow couldn’t stop looking up into Steve’s big brown eyes.

Steve kept my hand, put it under his elbow, and led me along behind the others as we headed to the club. “Have you been in town long?” He asked politely.

“Um, no, I just got here today.” I replied still caught by his eyes somehow.
“Where are you from?” he asked.

“Uh.” Now I could look down, I didn’t know what I should say, ‘What if he and Ashley talk later and our stories don’t match?’ I thought furiously to myself.

“Beth, you are gonna love this place! It has scads of friendly atmosphere, and the dancing is great!” Ashley enthused.

“Yeah!” added Bobby, “And tonight Dr. John is gonna play some sets too!”

“Oh, great!” I returned and thought, ‘DANCING! Oooh Nooo!’

“Do you like to dance?” Steve asked me. I looked up to say no, and looking into his eyes I just found myself nodding and smiling for no good reason.

The Root Of All Evil

As we entered the club Ashley said to Bobby, “We just gotta fix our faces, be right back!” Taking my hand she started walking away from the guys, looking back I saw a knowing smirk on their lips as they glanced at each other. “C’mon” Ashley said to me and pulled us faster along.

“Eep!” I declared and tried to stop, but Ashley was stronger than I thought and so succeeded in pulling me into the girl’s restroom with her anyway.

“What?” She looked at me strangely.

I leaned over and whispered intensly into Ashley’s ear, “But this is the GIRLS bathroom!”

She looked at me blankly for a moment, then her eyes widened for a moment and then said, “Oh yeah! I forgot! Look Beth, I forgot for a moment, but where else are you gonna go like that!” as she waved at me.

“But I don’t need to go!” I whispered back. ‘She FORGOT?’.

“Silly, we’re here to check out our hair and makeup and talk about our dates!” she explained like to someone slow.

‘Dates!’ My mind screamed at me.

“But I just happened to think, if you do have to go, remember to sit down.” She hissed, and headed over to the mirrors and sinks.

This left me with enough time to try to figure out what she had just said to almost forget about the ‘dates’ remark.

“Fix your lipstick” Ashley mumbled to me as I came up beside her at the sink. I couldn’t see anything wrong with it, but went through the motions without messing up anything as she said, “Look, if anybody asks me anything personal about you tonight, just tell them what you want to, I’ll just say that if they want to know about you they should ask you themselves.” That seemed to settle that, “You can just fill me in tonight when we get home, Ok?” I nodded, “Just try to keep it simple, that way you can remember what you said.” Again I nodded. “Don’t you think Bobby is cute?” nod, “Isn’t Steve cute too?” another nod, then I thought ‘No! Wait’ but Ashley had grabbed my hand and giving me a wink led me out of the restroom as I tried to figure out why my world was suddenly spinning, and why my stomach was in my throat.

As we came up to the guys Bobby said to Ashley, “Well that wasn’t very long,” he smirked a little and said, “So what does Bethany think of Steve?”

“She thinks he’s cute!” Ashley said.

“Hey great!” Bobby declared, he turned to me and said, “Oh oh, she’s doing it again Ashley.” Seeing me get redder he said “It’s alright Bethany, I think Steve thinks your cute too!”

That was when I fainted.

“Wow she really does this ‘vapors’ thing doesn’t she?” I dimly heard someone far away say.

“I’m just glad Steve was behind her to catch her!” I heard Ashley reply. Ashley! It all came rushing back to me, I opened my eyes and I looked down at Ashley.

‘Down?’ I thought ‘wha’ and looked up and saw Steve looking down at me. About then I realized that Steve had picked me up and was holding me like a baby against his chest. I started blushing again just as vertigo hit me and I grabbed around Steve’s neck to keep from falling.

“I think she likes it up there Steve.” Bobby said, making me feel faint again so I buried my face in Steve’s chest and tried to stay with the world.

“Are you alright Bethany?” I heard and felt Steve rumble to me as I clung to him.

I couldn’t even think to talk at the moment so I just made nodding movements into his chest. As he continued to hold me, I began to notice things, ‘God he smells good!’ I thought, ‘I feel so safe right now’ and pressed my face into his chest a little more.

After a few minutes Steve rumbled at me again, “Do you want to go sit with the others now?”

“Hmmm,” I started, then suddenly, “Oh sorry, you can let me down now, I know I’m probably getting heavy.” I said into his chest.

“I could hold you like this forever Bethany.” He rumbled back, and proceeded to do just that.

I was feeling safe, and comfortable, but realized after a couple of minutes that we couldn’t do this forever, so I said, “Uhm, could you put me down now?”

Steve didn’t reply, but just set me on my feet and smiled at me. My legs felt weak, so I leaned against him looked up and said, “Thank You.”

He looked down at me a moment, then leaned down, and kissed me.

“Wow! You’re welcome Bethany.” Steve remarked when we stopped. I kept looking into those big brown eyes of his, ‘when did I put my arms around his neck?’ I wondered, then I mentally shrugged and pulled his head down for another kiss.

When we finally got to the table Ashley said to Steve, “Just remember she’s my cousin stud, and I’m not supposed to let anything bad happen to her.”

“Yes’m” Steve replied.

“I’m ok Ashley I said, I’m not hurt!” Then as Ashley glared at me, and Bobby laughed at Ashley, and I suppose me, I realized what she meant, and that made me realize what had just happened, and that made me look in my lap, hard.

I’m glad she’s sitting down,” Bobby remarked, “I think she’s going to do it again!”

I glanced up fearfully thinking he was talking about kissing Steve again when I realized he meant fainting.

“How can you blush so!” Ashley said, then she looked at me and sighed, “I love you Beth but you are gonna be a trial for me, I can tell you that.” Then Ashley smiled at me, and I gave her a smile that got bigger when I realized that she said she loved me. I knew she wouldn’t let me get hurt.

To Be Continued-

Copyright Bethany DaWade

Bethany In My Life (Part 2)

Dancin’ The Night Away

We listened to the live music for quite a while, every time Dr. John tried to get off the stage the audience called them back again, so they didn’t stop until after midnight. After that they cleared things and started up some canned music, and Ashley said to Bobby, “Well?”

“Oh yeah!” Bobby started, he held his hand out to Ashley and said, “Would you like to dance?”

As they got up and left and I heard a rumble again, “Would you like to dance Bethany?”

‘When did I start leaning against his chest again’ I wondered to myself, then looking up to say no to him, my eyes met his and I said, “Yes”

The music was fairly fast dance music, so we started gyrating at each other once we were out on the floor, and Steve just smiled at me, so I smiled back, and looked into his eyes and didn’t think, except maybe ‘Mmmm’.

After a few dances, I noticed Steve was beginning to sweat, I wasn’t feeling too hot yet due to the mini-skirt I suppose, but my feet were beginning to hurt a little when they started a slow sort of folksy song. Steve took my hands and pulled me closer, and then I took my hands and put them around his neck, then he took his hands, put them around my waist, and pulled me close.

‘Mmmm’ I was thinking again when I thought ‘what am I doing!’ then ‘God he smells good!’ then I thought ‘Mmmmm”.

“C’mon Beth, it’s late, we gotta go home.” Ashley said into my ear.

“Do we haveta’?” I asked into Steve’s chest, ‘when did we sit down? And when did I cuddle into his lap?’ I wondered.

“Yeah, we gotta go girl, it’s late, and we still have to talk about our dates when we get home.” I could hear the grin in her voice.

“Mmmm…ok.” I said and looked up, big brown eyes.

“I had fun tonight Bethany, thank you for the evening.” Steve rumbled at me.

I found my arms were around his neck again, so I just pulled him down and he kissed me into tingles.

When we broke I said,” I had fun too Steve, thanks.”

Big brown eyes smiling at me.

“C’mon girl. Lets go!” Ashley reiterated.

Steve and I disentangled and got up, and something seemed to be missing, so I looked around. “Am I forgetting something?” I asked Ashley.

“Nope, your purse is in your hand, so lets go.” She replied.

Outside it had gotten a lot cooler so I shivered, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. “Will you come on!” Ashley called over her shoulder as she hurried away towards the turnaround.

“Yes Ashley” I said as I hurried after her.

Home Sweet Home

The trip back was fairly quiet, we took the late-night bus down Columbus, then down Montgomery, getting off at Market to wait for the Market Street bus. Standing there waiting got us both shivering a little, so we held each other and waited. “Sigh” I mumbled to Ashley, “this is comfortable.”

“Mmm Hmm.” Ashley murmered back and held on.

Finally the bus came and we rode it to Hermann Street, got off, and walked back to the house as briskly as we could in heels and mini’s.

“God! It’s good to be home!” Ashley declared as she tossed her purse on the dresser and collapsed on the couch.

I put my purse in the top drawer and came over and sat next to Ashley. “So, how long have you been seeing Bobby?” I inquired.

Ashley looked over at me and smiled, “A few months now.” She said, “But I bet you would rather hear about Steve, wouldn’t you?”

‘Oh Shit!’ I thought, “Umm…” I equivicated, then in a little voice, “yeah…”

Ashley just smiled at me and said, “Well, he is from a well to do family, they have a mansion up on Buena Vista Heights.”

“A mansion!” I eeked out.

“Yep, so did you like him?” she asked with a gleam in her eyes. As I turned red she remarked, “Y’know, if you are gonna keep blushing like that, he is gonna ravish you one of these days.”

“Really? Do you think he likes me like that?” I asked breathlessly.

“Mmm Hmm, so what are you gonna do about it?” she asked.

“Umm, do?” I cleverly answered.

“Well, say he does want to ‘ravish’ you, what are you gonna do? Her question made me think of being in Steve’s arms again, and I was beginning to think ‘Mmm’ again when she added, “He won’t be able to exactly ‘ravish’ you like he would be expecting to, now could he?”

Suddenly everything hit me, the reality did. My situation at home, my situation here, and then the biggest hit of all, my situation with Steve. Then I lost track of everything as I broke down sobbing.

“There, there Bethany, let’s get you to bed, everything will look brighter in the morning.” I didn’t see how that could be, but I stopped sniveling and let her help me undress, clean myself up, and helped me into a nightie. As I crawled into bed I curled up into a ball and leaked tears to myself. I felt Ashley get into the bed, and she asked, “Do you want me to hold you hon?” Then without waiting for an answer she gathered me to her and I finally fell asleep with my face pressed to her breasts.

Daily Life Begins

“Wake up sleepy head.” Someone murmured into the top of my head.

“Hmmm,” I replied and lifted my face from between Ashley’s breasts. Ashley just looked at me and smiled, “Is it morning already?” I asked.

“Yep, and we need to get our acts togeather, we got a big day ahead of us today!” Ashley said, so get up and take a shower, I’ll make some toast for breakfast.”

“Okay, but do you want to take a shower first, I can make toast too.” I offered.

She just smiled and kissed my head again, “No, it is allright, just take your shower, and use both bottles on your hair, ok?”

“Ok,” I yawned, “will do.”

I followed Ashley out to the front room and turned into the bathroom as she headed to the kitchen area. “Hmmm… I wonder where she keeps the towels?” I asked myself and looked into the only cupboard in the bathroom. “Aha!” I started the shower and read the labels on the shampoo and conditioner, which I had never used before, when the water temperature was right, I got in and started washing up.

Later as I came out of the bath with a towel around my waist, and using another on my hair, Ashley said, “No, not like that girl,” and taking the towel from around my waist she wrapped it around my body and tucked it in to stay just under my arms, then she took the towel from my hands and wrapped it around my head. “That’s the proper way to use towels after a shower.” She stated, and turned back to the kitchen.

I sat down on a chair at the table and asked, “Can I help?”

“No thanks hon, I’m just fixing some toast.” She assured me.

“So what kind of big day do we have today?” I asked suddenly remembering what she had said when we got up.

“The biggest kinda day there is Beth, a day of shopping!” she enthused.

Not really sounding all that enthused myself, I asked, “Shopping for what?”

Bringing some buttered toast over to the table with two glasses of orange juice clutched between two fingers of one hand, she set them on the table, sat down and looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes and said casually, “Why we have to go shopping for you dear, we have to buy you a whole new life!” and smiled at me.

“A whole new life?” I asked questioningly.

“Yep! Clothes, makeup, shoes, toiletries, jewelry, plus we have to go get something done about your hair and nails.”

“Umm, you’re kidding right?” I asked, “Do I really need all of that? I mean can’t I get by on just a few things until we know it is gonna work out? Anyway, I can’t afford all of that, I can’t afford any of that, I don’t know when or if I can get a job yet!”

“Oh you need it girl, trust me, besides, as for it’s working out, it already has, I mean, don’t you want to see Steve again?” She looked at me with a knowing smile.

“Yes!” I said, then what we talked about last night hit me and I said, “Oh, but that’s not going to work out anyway…” my voice trailed off and tears started to well up.

“Now don’t start that hon, I said you faced challenges, some big, but I didn’t say you couldn’t work something out. Keep a smile on your face and think about his arms around you again, you don’t have to go to bed with him for that do you?” she remarked.

“Uh, no I guess not.” I said feeling a stupid grin start to tug the corners of my mouth up.

“So you want him, don’t ya? Or at least as much as you can get, right?” Ashley asked.

Suddenly what we were actually talking about hit me and I looked in my lap blushing furiously again, “Umm, yeah? I guess I do.” I finished meekly.

“Well then, lets go shopping for everything we need to make you irresistable!” she said.

“Ok,” then something occurred to me, “But how am I ever gonna afford it?” I looked pleadingly at Ashley.

She just laughed and said, “I can afford it, you need it, so don’t worry about it!” as she got up from the table she said, “Eat your toast hon, we have to get you ready when I get out of the shower.”

“Yes Ashley” I said as I picked up a piece of toast.

“Good girl!” she called as she sailed into the shower.

Today I found myself in more comfortable clothes, consisting of a tan peasant blouse on top of a calf length brown full skirt made of something Ashley said was muslin. My feet were happier too, as I had on flats that had an interesting back-and-forth strap arrangement up to about mid-thigh. Ashley showed me about the makeup and why she was using the colors she did, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever get it.

Ashley checked our purses, tossed me mine, and said, “C’mon hon, it’s time for some serious shopping!”

On their way out Ashley turned at the bottom of the stairs, and headed to the front room of the house, which I supposed was the ‘parlor’. Knocking on the large double doors, we heard a cheerful’ “Come in!” and Ashley rolled one of the doors back and entered with me on her heels. The room was large, and comfortable with Victorian style chairs and couches, lots of plants, and a huge bay window looking out onto the street. An older woman with long grey hair was sitting in a chair near the window, looking up at us from some knitting in her lap.

“Good morning Helen, let me introduce Bethany, my cousin from L A. Bethany, this is Helen, my landlady.

I held out my hand and approached the older woman saying, “How do you do?”

“Well I do fine dear,” she said taking my hand in both of hers, “Bethany is such a beautiful name, it fits such a beautiful young lady well.”

“Oh! Um, thank you.” I stammered back.

“Look! She’s blushing again!” Ashley twittered pointing a finger at me.

“Hush Ashley, mind your manners!” Helen scolded Ashley, then turning to me she said’ “Ashley can be such a trial at times, just don’t you worry about her dear, You just become more radiant when you blush.”

“Bethany is going to live with me for a while,” Ashley said, “She graduated from High School last year, and she wants to get out on her own, and out of L A, so I told her folks I’d take her in, I hope it’s ok with you Helen, I’ve been so busy lately I just kept forgetting to mention it to you, sorry?”

“Of course it’s alright dear,” Helen assured Ashley, then turning to me she said, “I’m happy to have you here Bethany, some time when you’re not busy you will have to come down and we’ll have a chat, alright dear?”

“Yes’m” I replied.

“You just call me Helen dear, everyone does.” Helen told me, then to Ashley, “You two look like you are headed somewhere?”

“Shopping!” Ashley enthused, “Bethany needs lots of new stuff as she traveled light by bus, so we’re getting her a whole new wardrobe!” she practically gleamed at Helen.

Chuckling at Ashley she said to us’ “Well, that sounds like fun, you two be careful and enjoy yourselves.”

“We will!” Ashley called back, already leading me out and hustling us out into the entry, just pausing to slide the door shut and then out the door, and down the stoop.
As we headed up Hermann Street I said, “She seems nice.”

“Helen? Yep she’s a sweetheart, well, we’ll start at Ghirardeli and the Cannery, for clothes.” Ashley remarked.

When we got to market we saw a streetcar go by and Ashley said, “Good, they finally finished working on the street! It seemed like the busses they were using never got the schedule down, and you never knew how long you would have to wait, c’mon, we can catch a street car over there.” And she led me across the street to wait for a streetcar.

Other than using the street car instead of the temporary busses that had been running up and down Market, the trip down to Bay Street was pretty uneventfull, I had always enjoyed riding the cable cars, watching the city go by, and I wasn’t sure about this whole shopping thing, so the trip didn’t seem to last long enough to me. Finally they got off at the turnaround and started walking northwest towards Ghirardeli.

“It’s a beautiful day for shopping!” Ashley proclaimed waving at the sky.

“Yes, it is nice out.” I replied, the day was clear, and even though it was only about 9:30 the morning fog had burned off and the sun was warm on my arms.

They had barely gotten in the entrance when Ashley grabbed my hand and said, “C’mon!” leading her into a store named Madamoisels.

Inside, I found myself surrounded by a store full of lacy women’s underwear, suddenly Ashley came to a halt, and grabbed a hanger, and held up something to me, and said, “This is what you need for those sexy oufits you’ll wear to encourage Steve on a date!”

I looked down at what Ashley had against my front and saw something that was black lace and satin that would cover me from waist to bust, “It seems a little small…”

“No, I think it is about your size, it is supposed to be tight, it is called a bustier, and it is supposed to enhance your curves and chest so you can wear sexy tight dresses and stuff with it. You’ll see! C’mon!” Ashley said taking my hand and leading me to the back of the store holding the bustier.

“Now get in there and try it on,” Ashley commanded waving at a changing stall, “then come out and let me see how it fits!”

I started to hesitate but Ashley gently pushed me into the booth, so after a moment I started taking off my outerwear, and then, glad the door was closed, I removed my bra, and what was in it. Putting the bustier around myself, I started to work the hook-n-eyes up the front, and had to breathe out to get it done all the way up, I felt like a hand was squeezing my body, but it wasn’t painfull, just, strange, kinda nice actually, in a weird way. Then I put what had been in my bra into the bustier’s cups, took a deep breath (not easy now) and stepped out of the changing booth.

“Oooo,” Ashley cooed making spinning motions with her fingers, “that really gives you a cute figure hon.”

Bethany did her slow spin with Ashley making more favorable remarks, then went back to the booth and changed again. When she came out Ashley said, “Ok! Now lets go get the rest of your underthings! And so it went.

After hitting what seemed like every store in Ghirardeli, and having tried on, what seemed to me, every piece of clothing in them, Ashley said, “Well, are you hungry, it is only umm,” looking at her watch, “11:00, shall we eat, or press on?”

I couldn’t explain why exactly, but my stomach had been doing little flip flops all morning with what seemed like every item of clothes we had discussed or tried on, so I said, “no, I’m not hungry yet, we can ‘press on’ if you want.”

So we left Ghirardeli and did it all over again at the cannery.

After eating a salad each at a little place in the cannery, Ashley let us to the cable car turnaround across the street and we rode it up to the California Street cable car line, caught one of those, and rode it west to Van Ness, then we hopped off and started walking north. “Well, we got you some cute stuff Bethany, you should have what you need for just about any occasion, next we’ll do hair and nails.” Ashley told me.

I instinctively reached up and touched my hair, “I liked the french braid you’ve been putting it up in for me,” I said, “can’t I just keep doing that?”

“No,” Ashely answered as we turned west on Broadway, “You need something easier that you can take care of yourself, ok?”

“Um, ok.” I said.

After a few blocks we got to a salon called Mr. Broadway, Ashley took my hand and led me inside. Once inside we stood for a moment when a man approached us and said, “Ashley, good to see you again!”

“Hello Stanley, this is Bethany, Bethany, this is Stanley, Bethany was looking to get some highlighting and some bangs Stanly, do you have an opening soon?”

Stanley shook my hand looking at my hair and said, “You would look cute with bangs dear, with maybe a bit of shag cut along the ears, hmm, and not too much highlighting, real light, so to bring out that wonderfull thick hair of yours!”

“Great!” Said Ashley with a smile, “we’ll leave it in your capable hands Stanley!”

“Ok, Sharon will have an opening in about twenty minutes right in there.” Stanley told us as he indicated a room off to the left.

Ashley led me into a room where a woman was working on someones hair, there was a waterbed against one wall that Ashley reclined on and patted for me to join her. I was listening to the music, which had just ended and the callsign for the radio station came over, “this is KMPX FM San Francisco it’s 1:20”

“Wow! It’s that late already?” I asked wonderingly feeling the waves of the waterbed under me.

“Yep, time flies when you’re having fun!” Ashley remarked.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I returned when it occurred to me that I had never thought of shopping for clothes as ‘fun’ before, but somehow, today, it had been.

Then a gentleman with glasses and a bottle of wine entered and asked us if we would like any, which we would, so Ashley and I sat sipping our wine and waiting feeling companionable and comfortable just listening to the great music the station was playing.

“Which one is Bethany?” the lady doing hair asked after finishing the last client.

“I am,” I said getting up and shaking her hand, “It’s nice to meet you.

“Well it’s nice to meet you too dear, my name is Sharon, Stanley told me what you want, and I think you are gonna look darling! So just sit in the chair over here, and we’ll start with a shampoo.”

After having my hair shampoo’d, styled, and my nails done by another lady named Marcie, who came in during the styling, Sharon turned me to the mirror and I finally got a good look at myself. My mouth dropped open and I just stared, trying to reconcile the feminine face in the mirror with my own self-image. I wasn’t having much luck with that, but I was impressed, “WOW!”

“Wow indeed,” said Sharon, “I was right, you look darling dear.”

“Wow!” I said again.

“I think she likes it Sharon,” said Ashley with a grin, “So do I, you look fantastic Bethany!”

I turned wide-eyed to Sharon and said “Thanks!”

Sharon just laughed and said, your welcome dear, I’m glad you like it.” With a big smile.

After paying and thanking Stanley, who also thought I looked ‘darling’, Ashley led us out and back towards Van Ness. “Ok, there is a medical supply store just up and over a couple of blocks on Pacific Avenue, that’s were we go next.”

“Medical supply?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Ashley replied cryptically.

After going one block south to Pacific Avenue, and two blocks east towards Van Ness, we stoped in at a store that said Medical Supply, “Wait here” Ashley said as we entered and she proceeded to the counter near the rear of the store as I looked at the mannequins in the front window with nurses uniforms and scrubs on, wondering what we were doing here. After a few minutes Ashley came back holding another bag in the collection she was carrying, and said “Ok, let’s go.”

Once back on the street, we returned to California, rode the cable car to Powel, then caught another back north towards Bay Street again. “Why are we headed this way again?” I inquired.

“We’re gonna jump off at Washington Square Park and go across to Union Street, the Yone’ Bead Shop is over there, and we need to get you some jewelry.” Ashley replied and I just shrugged.

We hopped off the cable car and made our way across the park, when I saw the birches on the left I thought, ‘this is where it all began’ then I thought ‘Was that just yesterday?’

Once inside the shop, I just stopped and took it all in, “What a marvelous place!” I said.

Ashley smiled at me, “Yeah, isn’t it great!” then she took my hand and led me over to a long counter and a nice looking older woman who was arranging earings on a rack.

“Hello,” Ashley said, “Bethany was looking to get her ears peirced, can you help her?”

“I was?” I remember saying faintly.

They both ignored me as the woman said. “Sure, would you like some simple gold studs at first, they are hypoallergenic, and we recommend them for the first week or so?”

“Yeah, perfect!” Ashley replied.

Soon I found myself leaving the shop with my ears pierced, a paper with instructions for care of my ears in one hand, and another small bag with all the others in my other hand, which was full of various jewelry. “Do I really need all of this jewelry?” I asked Ashley.

“Well, it’s a good start” she replied, but I know of another place that has some great stuff too!”

I just sighed.

“Cheer up!” Ashley said, “We’ll take all of this and drop it off at home, then head out again, ok?”

I smiled at her and said, “Ok.”

The trip home was uneventfull, but by the time we got home and put all the bags on the bed I was pretty relieved, “Those were getting heavy!” I told Ashley.

“Yeah, it was a lot, well lets go, we have two more shops to go to, then I’ll take you to dinner, alright?” Ashley asked.

“Alright, that sounds good.” I said, and off we went.

We walked a couple of streets north to Haight Street then down a couple of blocks and stopped in front of a store named The Phoenix. When we went inside, it was a cluttered busy little shop with what seemed like a little of everything. “We can get some great beads and findings here for some more jewelry, and I wanted to replenish my supply of rose incense.” Ashley remarked.

After picking out some things, Ashley led us out and turned south towards Market again, “Last stop, we are going down to 24th Street, there is a wonderful little shop where we can get you some hair and skin care stuff there.

“Ok” I said, and followed her to Market Street where we caught a streetcar going southwest.

We just ride it to the end of the line at 17th Street, then we can walk from there.” Ashley told me, “By the way, your fan is back.”

I glanced in the direction she was looking and saw the same guy that had been looking at me yesterday sitting one seat up and across the aisle twisted around and looking at me again. As I looked at him he said’ “Your hair looks nice!” and gave me a thumbs up.

I had to look into my lap again and heard Ashley giggle next to me.

Finally we got to the end of the line, and getting up I noticed the guy was gone and figured out he must have gotten off at an earlier stop, ‘I wonder which one’ then ‘why do I care?’ occurred to me as Ashley led me off the car.

After walking south a couple of blocks we headed along 24th Street until Ashley pulled me into a little hole-in-the-wall shop with the name of Common Sense. Once inside I noticed wonderfull scents and saw hundreds of bottles arranged on shelves in a store the size of a large closet. Ashley talked to the guy behind the counter and he started putting what seemed to me like a lot of bottles on the counter. Finally Ashley seemed satisfied, payed for her purchases, grabbed the bag, and led me out of the store, “Well, that’s it for today Beth, I think we have you outfitted, now it’s back to our place, we have to sort all of this out, then get ready for our dinner dates.”

My eyes got big and I looked at her and asked, “Dates?”

Ashley smiled a big smile at me and said, “Yep! While you were getting your hair done I called Bobby and arranged for he and Steve to take us out to dinner, you’ll like that won’t you?” she asked with a mischievious grin.

“Yeah?” I returned, then thinking about Steve’s voice rumbling my name, I said more forcefully “Yeah!” then I grinned back at Ashley.

I don’t remember the trip back, the next thing I actually remember is sitting down on our couch and feeling like my legs wanted to float up to the ceiling, “Ooooo… that feels good!” I sighed.

“Well don’t get to comfortable, we still have to sort this all out and get ready for our dates.” Ashley admonished me.

Suddenly I felt better, “Ok, let’s get to it!” I smiled.

First Date

“We’re ready!” Ashley announced from the front room as I stood inside the bathroom door looking in the mirror. I couldn’t really believe who was looking back at me, an attractive girl with long hair in bangs with big eyes and lipstick that matched the color of her nails, which was a deep wine color, somehow it made my lips look fuller. The color also matched my dress which was a mini again, with a flaring bottom and puffy sleeves reaching and narrowing down to my wrists and becoming so tight that I’d had to undo a little buttom on the inside of the wrist to get my hands through, all in a wine colored velveteen. Black hose and some 4” spike-heeled open-toed pumps also covered in a wine colored velveteen, showed my toenails colored that way too. Underneath I had on the bustier, which did give me a more girlish figure, with a matching pair of black panties, I wasn’t sure why they had to match, I sure didn’t want anyone to see them! My breasts seemed marginally bigger, the result of the trip to the medical supply store as it turned out, Ashley said they were made for masectomy patients, and attatched with spirit gum, at least I didn’t have to worry about them sliding around.

“Ok,” I called coming out of the bathroom, “I’m not sure I can walk in these heels though.”

“You’ll get used to it hon.” Ashley replied, “Besides they match your dress, and what they do to your legs and ass just screams ‘Fuck Me!’ “ she pointed out with a grin.

“I think you have already pointed out that that is not going to happen. So why do I want to wear them again?” I reasoned.

“Dear, you don’t have to let him, you DO have to make him think it!” she grinned at me.

I just stared at her a moment, thinking of Steves big brown eyes taking me in the way I looked right now and started to grin back.

“So,” said Ashley changing the subject, you’re from L A now right?”

“Um, yeah, that’s what you told Helen this morning anyway.” I said.

“Ok, let’s keep this simple then, you are my mother’s sister’s daughter, and you are an only child, hmm, we haven’t seen each other, or even kept track of each other for years until my mom told me about your situation, and I invited you to come live with me. That should cover me not knowing much about what you’ve been up to in the last few years, and lets you say whatever you want, but, remember, try not to say much, and try to keep it simple, that way you won’t trip yourself up later on, alright?” she told me earnestly.

Looking her in the eyes I said, “Yes Ashley, I understand, I will.”

“Good!” she said, “we’ll have to get you some ID tommorrow too.”

“ID? Like this?” I asked waving a hand at myself.

“Yeah, I know a guy who has done some of that before, he has done some work like that for some of the guys in the SDS, and had no complaints. He should be able to help us out.” Ashley looked at me again, closely, “We have to come up with a last name though…” Ashley began to tap her teeth, suddenly she smiled, “I know, we’ll use Madrigill”

“Madrigill?” I asked.

“Yeah!” Ashley smiled, “It is an interesting name, and I won’t have touble remembering it because it sounds like made-her-a-girl.”

I just rolled my eyes at her when there came a knock on the door. “That’s gotta be the guys!” Ashley said and grabbed her purse, and tossed me a little clutch purse (in the same color and material as my dress) that she had filled for me, and went to open the door.

“I believe there are a couple of handsome young men downstairs looking for their dates girls,” Helen began when the door opened, “Oh you’re ready, my don’t you both look pretty, I like what you’ve done with your hair Bethany.”

“Thank you Helen” I said as Ashley and I moved out into the hall, watching Ashley close and lock the door I said, “What time do you think we’ll go out tommorrow Ashley?”

“Um, well Helen and I go to the Integral Fellowship Church on Fulton every Sunday about 9:30, do you want to attend with us? It would be perfect for that white fifties style full length dress we got you yesterday,”

“Oh, the one with all the petticoats?” I asked, when she nodded I said “Sure!” Then turning to Helen I asked, “Helen, I can get up a little early and fix you some breakfast to thank you for letting me stay with Ashley if you would let me?”

“Alright dear, that sounds lovely, thank you.” Helen replied graciously as we all headed down the stairs.

Once we got downstairs the guys were waiting at the bottom, and Steve and Bobby both were looking at me with a distracted look on their faces.

“Hey!” Ashley said to Bobby, making him look at her, “I’m beginning to think you look too good Beth!” she said to me with a grin.

“My eyes may wander for a moment, but you know they will always return to you Ashley,” Bobby said to her gallantly, “It was just such a change from yesterday, did you change your hair Bethany?” He asked turning back to me.

“Um, yes, do you like it?” I hesitantly asked.

“Yes!” both guys said at once.

Bobby turned to Ashley and kissed her on her cheek and said, “And you look good enough to eat Ashley. You look beautifull tonight!”

“Well if the boys are done falling all over their tongues, which happens when you leave them out like that,” Helen said, “then you young people should run along and have fun, just be sure to take care of them you two.”

“We will!” the guys said in unison again, and Steve held out his hand to me, and looked into my eyes.

“What was that about breakfast?” Ashley asked me. ‘How did I get in the car’ I wondered. The guys were walking around the car to get in on the other side, and Ashley in the front had twisted around to look at me.

“Well, Helen has been so nice to me, and I make a great omelet, so I just thought it was the least I could do, is it alright?” I asked.

“Oh, sure, I just wondered.” Said Ashley as the boys got in and started the car. I looked over and saw Steve’s big brown eyes.

“We’re here!” Bobby announced as he turned off the engine and the guys got out of the car to go around and open our doors.

“Looks like a nice place.” I remarked as Steve helped me out of the car, I made sure to keep his hand once I was out. The restaurant was called the Coffee Cantata and we were on Union Street somewhere I didn’t recognize at first.

“Oh it is, and has wonderful food too,” Ashley said, “aren’t you glad you dressed up?”

I nodded to her as Steve rumbled to me, “Shall we Bethany?” then led me into the resturant behind Bobby and Ashley. ‘God I love his voice when he says my name’ I thought dreamily.

We were seated right away, and Bobby ordered some wine while we looked at the menus. “So what did you girls do today?” Bobby asked.

“We went shopping for Bethany, she needed a whole new wardrobe!” answered Ashley.

Both guys got a distant look and glanced at each other, Bobby remarked to Steve, “Booorriiinng.”

“Really?” Ashley said with some heat, “Well if you guys had been with us, you could have seen us trying on some very sexy clothes!”

They both seemed to consider this a minute, then Bobby said to Ashley, “I’m sorry Ashley, you’re right, forgive me?”

He sounded contrite, so Ashley looked at him a moment, then smiled and said, “Sure, no problem.” And smiled at him.

“I would love to take you shopping sometime.” Steve said earnestly to me, “I’d be happy to buy you anything you look that good in.”

My heart and my stomach suddenly changed places and I looked at my lap hard again. “Ashley! She’s doin’ it again!” Bobby cried.

The fajita I had ordered was good and about half eaten when my excited stomach couldn’t take anymore, and I knew I shouldn’t drink any more wine, I already felt a little buzz on, so I sipped some water and asked, “So what do you do for a living Steve?”

Bobby laughed, and before Steve could answer, he said, “Steve is just like Ashley, just a couple of little rich kids living on their inheritances.”

“Hardly rich!” Said Ashley angrily.

“Sorry!” Bobby smiled I didn’t mean it, just a joke. He held his hands up and said, I’m sorry Ashley, forgive me please?”

Ashley still looked angry so I said, “Wow, you sure have him trained well!”

She glanced over at me, and then a slow smile crept over her face and she said back, “Not bad, but he could be improved.” Then she attended her plate with a little smile on her face. I glanced at Bobby and he was looking at me and mouthed ‘Thank You’ silently, I smiled at him and turned to Steve, “Inheritance?”

“No, not really,” he replied, “It’s actually a trust fund, I won’t actually get the inheritance until I’m twenty-six.” He said a little defensively “My grandfathers brother left it to me, I think because I’m the last one with our name in our family.”

“Oh, so you don’t really work?” I asked.

“Well, I do some volunteer work at the community center on 3rd Street down in the Bayview neighborhood. You know, working with kids and teens.

“Yeah,” Said Bobby, “Some of those kids are real messed up!”

“I suppose,” remarked Steve, “but they need a chance too. Also, I like working with the kids, it’s fun, and when you reach one, you feel pretty good, you know?” He asked me.

I nodded, “It does sound good, sooner or later I’m gonna have to get a job, and working with kids sounds great. I can see why you like it.” I assured him.

“Well, they have a daycare, I could probably swing you a job there if you’d like?” he questioned.

“Oh wow, really? Um, that might be nice, could I think about it?” I replied.

“Sure!” He assured me, just let me know if you’re interested, and I’ll set it up, they can always use help, especially with the littlest ones.” And smiled.

“Ok!” said Bobby, “That’s settled, is everyone done? How about some music and dance?”

“Bethany and I have to go to the little girls room first.” Ashley said standing up and taking my hand, “we’ll be right back!” and led me away while the boys smirked at one another.

In the bathroom Ashley started primping in front of the mirror, so I took a good look at myself and realized that my makeup could use a little touch up too, so I opened my clutch purse and started working on it. “How is it going so far?” asked Ashley glancing at me in the mirrors.

“Pretty good, I’m enjoying myself, and you were right about the food, it was great!” I told her.

“Yeah, it is, I probably ate too much, but we’ll probably listen to some live music before dancing so it’ll have time to settle.” She said.

“What do you think of the job offer?” I asked.

“Hmm, well once you have some ID, you could do it, but you sure you can take being around little kids all day?” She asked.

“Sure, I’d like that, and it would be nice to have some income to give you for costs and stuff.” I said.

“You don’t have to worry about that, I told you I could afford it, but I understand that it’s nice to have some money of your own.” Ashley noted, “Well, we’ll have to get you fixed up with some ID so you can take the job.” Then she grinned at me, “But, you KNOW what that means!”

I looked over at her reflection in the mirror, and said “What?”

“More SHOPPING!” Ashley declared happly, “Are you ready?”

Stuffing everything back in my purse I replied, “Yep” and was feeling pretty good as I followed her out to our table.

When we got there the boys were standing and the tip was on the table, “Ready ladies?” Bobby asked, and then they led us out to the car. I finally took a look at it from the outside, and it was an oldsmobile, the little chrome nameplate on the rear fender said Dynamic 88 in flowing script.

After the guys helped us in, and we got rolling, Steve took my hand, and I looked over at him. Big brown eyes.

“Hey you two! We’re here, do you want to go in, or are you gonna get a room?” Bobby called back to us. Steve stopped kissing me, and as feeling began to return to my feet and hands, I wondered, ‘When did I slide over next to him?’ then ‘When did he start kissing me’ and finally, ‘Who cares?’ and I pulled him down on my lips again.

“C’mon Beth!” I heard Ashley say impatiently as Bobby helped her out of the car. Steve and I untangled and I removed my arms from around his neck (really hard) and let him get out so he could come around and help me out. As he led me towards the club I managed to keep his hand, and so I kept my smile.

The sign on the club said The Saloon, and some blues music was wafting through the door as we approached. Inside was a funky little club with some guys performing the blues and a dance floor not much bigger than our apartment back at Helen’s place. But the place reeked with a comfortable ambiance, which the music just added to.

Steve held out a chair for me as we got to a table for four and then said, “I’ll go get some drinks, what does everyone feel like?”

“I’d like some rum man” said Bobby.

“I’ll take a manhattan,” said Ashley.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having Steve.” I said and off he went towards the bar.
“Pretty fast work!” said Bobby to me.

“Huh?” I looked at him in confusion.

“Two days in town and already you’ve captured a heart!” He stated with a smile on his lips.

“If you keep blushing like that, you’re gonna have more hearts than you know what to do with.” Said Ashley.

“Hey you two. I don’t know what you’re telling her, but lay off! You’re embarrassing her!” Steve said as he came up with our drinks.

Ashley leaned over to me and whispered, “Oooo, your knight in shining armor!” I glanced up at her and she had a nice smile and winked at me as she reached over and gave my hand a little reassuring squeeze. I smiled back and then looked over and saw the concerned look on his face for me, and thought ‘He is!’

We sat around and listened to the music, sipped our drinks and grooved for a while. I don’t know what I was drinking but it tasted mostly like orange juice, and I thought it was pretty good even after I’d had several. Finally the music changed to something with more of a beat, and we all went out on the floor and danced for a while.

Eventually we were all a little hot and tired from the dancing, and sat down at the table sharing small talk about some of the things happening in the world right then and having a couple of more drinks when Bobby suggested, “What do you say we take a little ride out to Lands End and catch some air?”

Ashley considered this for a moment, then said, “Do you still have the afghan I gave you?”

Bobby smiled and said, “Yep”.

“Well ok, it’s still cool out so we can’t stay too long, but it would be nice for a little while.”

So we all got up and left hand-in-hand.

When we got to Lands End Ashley said, “You guys look pretty comfortable in the back seat, Bobby and I will go down the path to the beach. We won’t stay too long,” she remarked while she kicked off her shoes and got out, then she leaned back in as Bobby went around to the trunk to get the afghan out and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” hesitated a moment then said, “no, I take that back, don’t do anything!” and pulled back and closed her door.

I watched them walk over the lip and down the path finally disappearing, then looked over at Steve who seemed to be having an attack of the shy guy thing and was studying his shoes as if they were interesting.

“Sigh” I said to myself then scooted over closer to him and reached up turning his face towards me. Big brown eyes.

“Fingertips brushed my cock, which even though it was bent back between my legs by the tight nylon panties, had somehow managed to get quite hard, and I suddenly froze. I was in a lip-lock with Steve, and he was kneeding one of my fake breasts with one hand, and his other was carressing my upper thighs, and I thought ‘God this feels gooood!’ and then, ‘What if he’s figured out what I really am!’ The sudden panic that hit me assured that I wouldn’t remember what I did, but I suddenly found myself pressed up against the door away from Steve breathing heavily.

Finally, I got enough control over my breathing, and myself to look at him, and he was looking at his shoes with this sad puppy-dog look.

“I’m sorry Bethany,” he started “I didn’t mean to-“

“Shhh!” I said leaning over and putting my fingers to his lips, responding to the lost-little-boy sound of his voice. “It isn’t you Steve, it’s me, I just got a little carried away, and panicked a little, will you forgive me?”

“No, it’s my fault,” he replied, “I didn’t mean to hurt you!” and looked at me earnestly.

Big brown eyes.

“Hey you two! Break it up!” Bobby said as he got in the car, “We”re heading home.”

“I disentangled myself and unwrapped myself, and harder yet, stopped kissing, then leaned against Steve with his arm around me and looked at Ashley.

“I’ve gotta get you home,” she said, “did you have fun?”

I smiled all the way home.

To Be Continued-

Copyright by BethanyDaWade

Bethany In My Life (Part 3)

Fatefull Decisions

After the leave-taking, and the kissing! We went up to our apartment and cleaned up, and got ready for bed, the spirit gum was still holding, so I just left them and pulled the nightie over my head, it seemed to fit better like that. Ashley had gotten two bowls of Ice cream while I was in the bathroom, and led us to the bed, where we sat cross-legged facing each other and started to eat.

“Mmmm… chocolate,” moaned Ashley, “There is nothing better after sex!”

“Yeah!” I agreed.

Things got pretty quiet so I looked up at Ashley and saw her looking wide-eyed at me and hastened to add, “Well, maybe it didn’t exactly qualify as sex, but it was awful sexy!” and grinned at her.

She started to grin back, and then got a little more serious, “So just how far did it go?” she asked me intently.

“Um, maybe a little too far, I mean, I almost got caught!” and got scared just saying it.

She could see the fear on my face, and ordered. “Tell me!”

I looked down and just mushed the ice cream in my bowl for a minute before answering, “Well, when he’s kissing me, or maybe when he’s holding me, or um, maybe when he’s looking at me with those big brown eyes…” I trailed off for a moment, then snapped myself back to what I was saying, “Well, I just, sort of, um, lose track, you know?” I looked up, and she nodded. “Well anyway, that sort of happened, and um, well, uh, his fingers kinda brushed me um, uh, down there you know?” I appealed to her, and her eyes got wider, but she nodded again, so I said, “well, that jolted me out of it, and I jumped out of his lap like I was on fire, which upset him, but I told him it was just me, and I think everything was ok after that. I mean” I said earnestly, “He didn’t try to uh, touch me down there after that, so I think it was ok?” I looked at her questioningly.

Ashley just looked at me contemplatively for a few minutes obviously thinking. She didn’t seem mad, but I was starting to worry when she sighed and said, “I think we’re playing with fire here.” Then she started tapping her teeth. I looked down and noticed the ice cream that was left in our bowls was all melted, so I took them and went to the kitchen sink, when I got done I went back to the bedroom and sat across from her again.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“You know I do Ashley, I’ll do whatever you say.”

She leaned over and hugged me, “Can you stand to never see Steve again?” She whispered in my ear. Blackness enveloped me as tears began to flow down my cheeks onto Ashley’s shoulder, my stomach seemed to drop, and not stop dropping.

“If you say I have to Ashley.” I sobbed.

She hugged me tighter and said, “There is only one way you can afford to keep seeing him.”

I pulled away and looked at her sniffling, and said “How?”

“You’ve gotta tell him the truth!”

“Oh no! I couldn’t, I, he, it, uh, HE’D HATE ME!” I moaned loudly in my fear and misery.

“Maybe so, but I’d stand by you.”

“Yeah, I love you Ashley, but I don’t know if I can stand his hating me!”

“How much worse will it be if he finds out later?” she asked reasonably, I could only look at her miserably, “AND, how much better will it be if he accepts you as you are?”

This gave me pause, and while it made sense, I doubted it would work out that way, so still miserable I heard her ask, “Do you like him enough to fight for him, take a chance for him? That’s what you’ve gotta ask yourself. If the answer is yes, then you gotta tell him.”

“Ok” tears started flowing, “I will, but it’s so HARD” I told her, and she gathered me in her arms and we lay back, I guess I cried myself to sleep after that.

A New Identity

“Hey there sleepy-head, time to get up.” Ashley said into the top of my head, and I lifted my face from her breasts and looked into her eyes.

“Do we have too?” I asked plaintitively.

“We do if you want to get ready and still cook breakfast for Helen before church.” She replied.

“Oh yeah, I guess we better then.” I said disentangling myself from her and sitting up.

“You go ahead and take the first shower hon,” said Ashley, “You’re the one cooking.”

I got up and went into the shower and removed my breast-forms, got in the shower and started soaping up.

Later when I came out of the shower she said, “Good girl, I like that you learn fast.” Waving at my towels to indicate what she meant.

I went over to her and gave her a big hug and said into her neck, “Thank you Ashley, I love you.”

“I love you too dear” she cooed into my ear, “now get crackin’ daylight’s awastin’.”

I got my makeup done by the time she came out from her shower so she helped me get dressed. Once the breast forms were attached she said, “You’ll need to use the bustier, to get this dress on, the bodice is a little snug without it.

Once dressed, I clacked across the floor in the heels that she said went with the dress and noticed the sensations that all the petticoats that filled the skirt out so much gave my legs, by the time I had on the apron and was getting out ingredients to cook with I had a smile on my lips and in my heart. ‘What a wonderfull way to spend a morning’ I thought getting out the pans.

Breakfast was almost done when a knock came at the door, and Ashley went to answer it.

“Good morning girls!” said Helen as Ashley let her in, “I heard you moving around up here, my, you look radiant this morning Bethany!”

“Doesn’t she!” exclaimed Ashley, “I wish necking with a boy would do that for me the next morning.”

My face heated up and I said, “Thank you Helen” then stuck my tounge out at Ashley whose smile didn’t seem dented in the least by my upset.

“Oh, leave her alone Ashley.” She told her, then to me she asked, “Steve?”

I turned back to the stove and got redder and just nodded.

“Well, seems nice, and very good looking,” she said, “and don’t you think he has a sexy voice too?”

I felt like I could die, but what I did do was nod again. “Go ahead and sit down you two,” I said, “and I’ll bring it over, I started coffee, and there is orange juice and milk, what would you like?”

“Oh, I’ll have some orange juice,” said Helen.

“Me too!” said Ashley.

I walked back and forth to the table setting up plates and silverware and getting drinks, and when the food was served I sat down with them and we started to eat. “Mmmm, this is good Bethany!” said Helen, “Is that green peppers and mushrooms?”

I nodded my head and said. “Yeah, and celantro and tomatillos.”

Ashley was making appreciative noises and smiled at me, I got the impression she liked it too. I just smiled as I ate, and felt the good vibes in the room fill me as much as the food.

After breakfast I started cleaning up and doing the dishes and pots in the sink while Helen and Ashley watched me and talked. “Well,” said Helen, “I think you are pretty lucky to have Bethany stay with you Ashley, she’s a treasure!”

“I think so too Helen, she’s like the sister I never had.” Replied Ashley.

“She’s so feminine, you could probably take some pointers from her on how a young woman should behave!” remarked Helen.

I almost dropped a dish, then Ashley said, “You know,” in a kind of wondering voice, “I think you may be right.” Then I did drop it.

“Oops! Oh, it’s alright, I didn’t even chip it” I said turning to Ashley and showing her the plate, and they were both looking at me with smiles on their faces.

As I turned back to the sink Helen said, “All that blushing must drive Steve wild.”

And Ashley said, “Oh, it does! It truly does!”

I looked over and said sternly, “Stop it you two! I’m trying to get the dishes done!” And turned back to the sink.

“It’s ok dear, we have plenty of time.” Helen said as they giggled, “So are you gonna see Steve again?”

I thought about what I was gonna have to tell him when next I saw him, and just nodded miserably. “Whats the matter dear? Problems already?”

“You have no Idea!” I stated, can we please talk about something else, please!” I begged.

So they discussed other things while I finished up and then went into the bathroom to fix my makeup, when I returned we all went downstairs and Helen led us out the back to a garage in the rear of the house I didn’t even know was there, and we all climbed into the car and left for church.

The Integral Fellowship Church was a very laid back and unusual place, but I found myself charmed by the people and atmosphere, a decided that spending Sunday mornings here would be good for the soul, after services we found ourselves out on the street in front of the car. “Well ready girls?” Helen asked.

“Um, actually Helen,” Ashley said, “We are gonna head someplace else nearby, so we’ll catch you later, thanks for the ride though.”

Helen smiled and said, “Ok dears, you do look nice, and it’s a beautiful day for a change, I’ll see you both later.” Then she surprised me with a little hug and a kiss on the cheek, did the same for Ashley, got in her car, waved and drove off.

“Wow, she is a sweetheart!” I declared as I watched her go.

“Yep! Cmon!” said Ashley as she grabbed my hand and headed off.

We headed east on Fulton Street and I asked. “Where now?”

“My friend that does the ID’s lives by the University, we’re headed over there now, it’s not far.” She replied.

“Oh, ok.” I said absently as we walked along, the sensations of fresh air on my ankles, the skirt swishing my legs, and the sun on my arms and shoulders was combining to lift my spirits to ever greater heights. Actually, I felt wonderful.

“Here we are!” Ashley said waking me out of my reverie, she led me up a little path to a small little house right near the University grounds and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a guy with curly black hair tied back in a bandana headband, with a paisly print shirt and blue jeans popped out and said, “Ashley! How are you man! Is this the girl you told me about? Wow! What a knockout! What you been up too? I got everything ready! Hey! How about this weather huh? Pretty cool, I mean it’s warm, but it’s really like, cool huh! You seen Bobby lately? Anyway come on in! Everythings ready!” He headed back into the house still jabbering away at us as I gave Ashley a questioning look.

She just shrugged and said, “He lives near the University so he can always get acid and whites, so he’s kinda screwed up, c’mon, he really does good work though.

We followed him into a tiny room in back that had an enormous desk with a small printing press, magnifying light, and some other arcane pieces of machinery perched on it. Against the opposite wall were a projector screen and a Peter Max poster. “So anyway, like I said, everything is ready, all I need is her signature and photo, and I can finish up and laminate, if she’ll just stand in front of the screen I’ll take her picture, “ as he continued to talk he picked up a polaroid camera.

After about thirty minutes we came out with an amazing trove of items, a social security card, which he said would work fine for me, I couldn’t figure how he managed that, a birth certificate, a drivers license, and a credit card with a five hundred dollar limit on it. “So what’s with the master card, you can’t forge that!” I asked.

“No, he used the other info to apply for it at my bank yesterday, I had the money transferred to cover it, it’s a secured card, so if you don’t make a payment they’ll take it out of the five hundred and your limit will go down.” Ashley replied.

“When did you do all that? And how did you do it so fast?” I wondered

“Oh, I did it by phone while you were in the shower,” said Ashley, “I’m not rich, but the bank considers me a valuable depositor.

We walked along for a minute, then she leaned over and whispered, “And of course, it doesn’t hurt that my dad OWNS the bank either!”

I almost tripped on my heels and looked at her wide-eyed and she just kept walking ahead with a smile on her lips.

We turned onto Ashbury Street and headed south until we got to the Panhandle, the part of the Golden Gate park that sticks out into the Haight-Ashbury district and took a footpath along it for a while, just appreciating the day.

“Here we are!” said Ashley

“Hm, where?” I asked.

“Well, it is a public place where you can talk privately, you’re dressed perfectly for it, and there is Steve sitting on the grass reading a book right there.” Ashley pointed, “He comes every Sunday and there is no time like the present to take care of a nasty problem and put it behind you. I’ll be waiting right here.”

I think I said something like, “Ulp”

The Moment Of Truth

I found myself walking towards Steve where he was sitting on the grass, and I felt as if I was pulling a large load behind me, with another large weight on top of me. I knew I had to do this for Ashley, and I suppose Steve too, maybe even for myself, but I felt like I could feel myself just draining away the closer I got to him.

Finally, about ten feet from him I stopped and hesitantly said, “Steve?”

He turned, his eyes got wide, and he jumped up and said. “Bethany, jeeze, you’re beautiful! Hey! It’s good to see you!” looking over my shoulder he noticed Ashley and waved at her, then looked at me and said, “What’s up?”

I just sort of collapsed until I was sitting on the grass, my skirts tried to float up over my head and I had to smooth them down to get them under control. “Um, I have to tell you something Steve.” I said in a tiny voice with a little catch in it.

He came over and sat next to me and said, “Ok, what’s wrong Bethany, is it about last night?”

“Um, no, well, indirectly I suppose, but it did make me realize that I was gonna hurt you if I didn’t tell you the truth about me.” I hesitated trying to figure out how to continue.

“Don’t tell me you are wanted by the FBI?” He said with a grin.

“No, it’s worse than that, I’m not what you think I am, I never wanted to hurt you!” tears started down my cheeks.

“Oh hey! It can’t be that bad!” he said as he started to hug me.

“No!” I stopped him, “you’ve gotta hear me out, then you’ll probably want to leave, and be happy you didn’t hug me!”

“Oh what could be that bad-“ he started.

The tension, and the pain was too much, and I just blurted out to end this, “I’m not really a girl, not underneath, underneath all this, I have a boys body.” There I said it, now I could die.

I sat there waiting for him to yell at me, or get up and walk away when he asked, “You’re not kidding are you?”

I just nodded miserably.

“Who knows about this?” he asked

“Ju- just Ashley” I got out.

He was quiet for quite a while, and I knew he was staring, probably glaring at me, there was no way I was gonna risk looking at him and check so I just sat there and let my stomach eat me from the inside out.

“Ashley!” he called, and I thought he might be mad at her too.

“Hello Steve” Ashley said as she came up, “Did she tell you?”

“Yeah, she did, she said you were the only other one that knew, is that true?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!” Ashley said.

“I’d like your promises that you’ll never tell anyone else while I’m going out with Bethany! Understood?” he said.

Ashley said, “Sure Steve, I swear it!”

“Bethany?” he inquired

What he asked made me realize what he’d said, and now I could look up at his big brown eyes, “Yes Steve, I swear.” I tremored out.

“Well then, come here,” he said. “God help me, but you are the most attractive girl I’ve ever met, and while I can’t imagine how this is gonna work out, I can’t let you go!”

I fell into his arms and looked at Ashley, who had this big, really big smile on her face just before I buried my face in Steve’s chest and let the tension out in tears.

“There, there, Bethany, don’t cry, we’ll work it out somehow” he rumbled to me as he held me tight.

After a while, my tears ran down and I pulled back and looked up at him, and said, “I think I’m starting to love you Steve.”

He looked down at me and said, “I think I’m beginning to love you too Bethany”

“I think you need to spend some time together to work all this out” said Ashley, I looked over at her where she had sat on the grass near us, and she smiled at me and said, “I think my little sister has had enough upset for one day, why don’t you come by and pick her up about six on Monday evening, and you guys can talk more then over dinner or something?”

“Yeah, ok, that sounds good.” Said Steve, then he turned to me and said, “Until tommorrow” and took me in his arms and kissed all the feeling in my limbs away. Then he got up, waved and walked away.

After he was gone Ashley looked at me, and said, “Well, that went well, feel better now?”

I cried in her arms for a while after that.

Domesticity

“Hello girls” Helen called out as we entered, the two sliding doors were back, and as we entered the parlour, the early afternoon sun was streaming in through the front bay windows, little crystals that I hadn’t noticed last time were hung by strings in front of them and catching the sunlight, sending little rainbows all over the room. Helen was sitting in the same chair as before with her legs pulled under her. We came and sat together on the divan and continued to hold hands. “You look like this nice day is seeping in and touching you Bethany.” She remarked.

I realized that I did have a rather uncontrolable smile on my face, so I just smiled some more and said without thinking, “Steve is going to see me tommorrow night!” and smiled a little wider. Ashley let go of my hand after giving it a little squeeze, and I just wrapped mine around myself happily.

“So you saw him this morning?” Helen asked.

I just nodded bursting with it, a gnawing goodness consuming my stomach, chest, arms, legs, and even my scalp, all of me screaming with it. “He’s gonna see me again” I said dreamily, almost to myself.

Helen glanced at Ashley, and raised an eyebrow, and Ashley smiled at her and said, “They just worked out a potential relationship killing problem, don’t ask what, and now I think Steve’s understanding has her a little emotional right now.” And shrugged still smiling.

“Steve seemed like a good man,” said Helen, “I’m very happy for you dear”

“It’s going to be forever till tommorrow night!” I declared plaintitively. Which of course I suppose, drew giggles from both of them.

“The way you are feeling right now, I’d say you’re better off having a little time away from him, or you might just let yourself get carried away with him,” Helen pontificated.

“Oh, he can carry me away anytime now!” I said, then thinking I might have upset Helen, I looked at her hastily and said. “Helen, I, well, I’m sorry, I just think I’m starting to fall in love with him.” That made me think of when I said the same thing to Steve in the park, and then what he had said back, and all my feelings exploded multiplying ten fold, “And he said he thought he was beginning to love me toooo!” I crooned.

Helen never lost her smile, and now it just got bigger and she said, “Well, I’m very happy for you dear, I think Steve must be the luckiest man on earth today, you have enough goodwill radiating from you to keep him safe today I’m sure.” And winked at me.

After a few minutes in which we all basked in my glow Helen said, “Well, I can’t sit here and read all day,” indicating a paper-back book on a small table next to her, “Sunday is cleanup day around here, and I have to get started I suppose,” she sighed.

“Oh Helen, you’ve been so kind to me, I’d be happy to clean for you!” I said happily.

“Personally, I’d rather go see Bobby,” said Ashley, “I HATE cleaning!” she stated emphatically, “So, if you’re going to keep Beth out of trouble here, I think I will change and go see him!” She said to Helen.

“You don’t have to help dear” Helen remarked to me, “You already made breakfast for me this morning, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Oh, but I want too! I don’t have anything else to do anyway, and besides,” I said with inspiration, “Ashley asked you to keep me out of trouble didn’t she?”

Helen warmly chuckled at me and said to Ashley, “Well, I guess you better go change, I think we’ll be fine here, I’ll look after her.”

“Great!” declared Ashley giving Helen a big smile as she jumped up and left in a flash.

“So what do you need done?” I asked.

“Would you like to change first?” Helen inquired.

“Um, well, this,” I said indicating my dress, “kinda seems real lucky for me, and I’d hate to change that, so if you have an apron?” I asked, and she nodded, so I went on, “So I can just get started, what all do you need done?”

“I can’t fight that kind of enthusiasm, the apron is in the tall cupboard in the kitchen, and first I suppose, will be the dusting, the dust rags and stuff are under the kitchen sink.”

“Great! Don’t even think of getting up, you read your book, and I’ll do everything, I’m sure you deserve a day off!” I called over my shoulder as I scampered off towards the kitchen.

“Would you like some more tea?” I asked as I checked in again on Helen, “the bathrooms are done, and I can take a moment to get you some before I begin vacuming the floors”

“Bathrooms?” she inquired.

“Well as long as I’m cleaning, I figured I’d do our rooms too.” I said, “Tea?”

“God! You are a treasure!” Helen said smiling at me “Ok, some more tea would be nice!”

“Ok” I said later, “the floors are waxed, is that everything?”

Helen looked up at me, then looked at her watch, then asked, “You’re done?”

“I think so, can you check and see if I missed anything?” I asked hesitantly.

Helen got up with a quizzical look on her face and started leading me through the house upstairs and down, and finally ending up back in the parlour where she sat back down and looked up at me with a blank expression.

‘Oh Oh!’ I thought, she doesn’t like something, “Um, if I did anything wrong, I’m sure I can redo it!” I said.

“No, no” Helen said starting to smile at me, “It’s perfect! You’ve done a better job than I do! It’s just that it usually takes me almost twice as long to do a poorer job, I’m amazed, and gratefull!” she finished beaming at me.

I beamed back at her and said, “Thanks, um, no problem”.

At which she laughed and asked. “Would you like to help me make dinner? And of course share it with me, we could talk some more.”

“That sounds great! I’d love too!” I enthused.

Later sitting at the kitchen table talking about what she was thinking of planting in the little garden she had in the backyard and smelling the good smells of the roast cooking, Ashley came in with Bobby in tow, “Hi! She said, “We were just coming by to see if Bethany wanted to grab something to eat, hey! What smells so good!”

Helen laughed, and said, “Roast beef, we were going to eat soon, and there is plenty, would you two like to join us?”

They both nodded, and Ashley looked inquiringly at Bobby, then he said, “That sounds great! We’d love to, thanks!”

“Ok, you girls set the table, you know where everything is Ashley, and I’ll start getting things ready to serve. Bobby, sit down and tell me how your band is doing dear” she finished.

We all started moving around getting busy as Bobby started telling Helen about some gig that they had coming up.

“That was fantastic!” Bobby declared putting his napkin on his plate and leaning back from the table, “My compliments to the cooks!” he said beaming at Helen and I.

“I’ll have to agree!” declared Ashley, sharing his sentiments.

“It’s been nice having dinner with all you young people, I don’t get to do things like this enough, it is really enjoyable!” said Helen.

“Well then,” I said, “If you really mean it, I’d be honored to do this every Sunday Helen.”

“Us too!” Bobby said after glancing at Ashley, “It was great, and good vibes too!”

Helen laughed, and said, “Sounds good, lets!”

I think we all surprised her with our enthusiasm because we gave a little cheer then, and I saw her eyes get a little watery.

Later, Ashley and Bobby were saying their goodbyes on the stoop, and I was in the parlour with Helen.

“Well, goodnight Helen, Thank you for a wonderfull day.” I told her.

She came over to me and gave me a tight hug and said in my ear, “You’re coming to live here is maybe the best thing that has happened to me in years, thank you so much Bethany.”

We hugged each other tighter as my heart sang to me, and as we finally separated, both our eyes were wet. “Goodnight Helen”

“Goodnight Bethany, sleep tight” she replied sweetly to me.

Later I had cleaned up and changed into a nightie when Ashley came in and asked, “Was Helen crying?”

“Uh, yeah I think so, but it was a good crying, she was just happy, she’d had a good time today I think.”

Ashley stood and looked at me a minute, then said, “Y’know, you seem to have that effect on everyone that meets you.”

“Oh come on! That’s never been true my whole life before.” I stated with certainty.

“You were never a girl before” she said, “It suits you.” And walked off to the bathroom.

I just stared at the closed bathroom door and tried, unsuccessfully to think about what she had just said.

“Goodnight Beth” Ashely whispered into my head.

Goodnight Ashley,” I whispered into her breasts as I hugged her a little tighter.

As I started to drift off I think I heard her say, “I love you girl”

Apprehension

“Good morning sunshine” Ashley said into my hair.

“Mmmm,” I said disentangling and stretching, “Good morning Ashley”

“What do you say about putting on one of those summer dresses you’ve got, and we walk down to the Panhandle and get some morning sun?” She asked.

“Okay” I said sitting up. “but you get the shower first, I feel like I’ve been hogging it lately”

“Alright,” she said with a smile in her voice, “We’ll stop by a little bakery off Haight Street that has wonderfull crullers we can have for breakfast”

“Sounds wonderfull!” I stated as we got up and started our morning.

“Helen must have been worn out by her evening” Ashley said as we clattered down stairs and the parlour was empty. “C’mon!” she continued, taking my hand and heading out the door.

As we walked along enjoying the cool air on our arms and legs the sun started to peep over the buildings and felt good on our shoulders. We meandered along several cross streets heading northwest, looking in some shops and enjoying a companionable quiet, when Ashley said, “Here we are!”

As we went in the little shop on Castro Street, I looked up and saw a sign painted on the transom window that said ‘Hot Grains’. Inside was a pocket-sized bakery that seemed to have just enough room for the two of us to stand in with a ‘U’ shaped glass-case counter wrapped around the room, inside the cases was pure baked heaven. “God, it all looks wonderful!” I said truly with wonder.

“Yeah, it is all good,” said Ashley, “but their crullers are to die for!” Then she proceeded to buy us each a cruller, and with each of us clutching one in the little white papers they gave us to hold them, we headed down to Haight and started west towards the Panhandle enjoying the morning, the smell of the sea air, and the taste of the crullers.

When we got to the Panhandle we wandered about a bit, then found a nice spot where the grass was thick and sat down, after a minute of basking in the morning sun Ashley said, “That area over there in front of the trees where the grass looks like it’s struggling to survive, is where they have open-air concerts sometimes,” she pointed, “Bobby’s band is playing there Friday evening, you want to come?”

“Sure, sounds like fun!” I said, then we sat for a while when something occurred to me, “Oh no!” I turned to Ashley, “What if Steve chickens out tonight and doesn’t come?” I cried.

Ashley looked over at me and said, “Don’t even think it, I don’t think Steve would do that!”

“Not if I was a regular girl, I know, but this may be different,” I said with worry, then I saw a speculative look come into her eyes and my voice started to crack, “You think he might too!” I accused.

“No, not really, I mean, Steve is a gentleman, he has always acted as one, with everyone, guys and girls. She stopped for a minute, then sighed, “He won’t stand you up, but I suggested Monday evening so you two would have time to think, now that he has, there is no way to know what he has decided since yesterday.” She looked at me in sympathy, “You’ll just have to wait and see what he thinks tonight, I’m sorry Beth, but you know I’ll be there for you don’t you?”

I nodded miserably and said, “I know Ashley, it’s just that I thought it was over, and now I have to go through it all over again!”

“It’s not so bad, at least it’s in the open now, the hard part is over right?” she said reasonably

Not feeling reasonable, just miserable, I said, “B-but what if he doesn’t want me!”

I broke down and started sobbing and Ashley gathered me in her arms and said, “There, there, girl. It’s gonna be alright. There, there.” and held me while I cried for the loss I may come to have.

Later, Ashley took me to a restroom where I could fix my makeup, and we started walking again hand-in-hand. The late morning sun, the sound of our heels on the pavement, and the little gusts of air that tickled my legs under my skirt with each step started to lift my spirits. “Sorry-“ I started.

“Hush” Ashley said before I could get started, and we just walked for a while.

We walked east for a while and then turned north to Page Street and went east again. Ashley said, “I have to stop in here for a minute.”

I looked up and saw a sign that said ‘Kelly-Mouse Studios’, then looked at her questioningly.

“Bobby is having some posters commissioned for his concert Friday, and he asked me to pick up a sample while I was out today” she said, “C’mon” and led me into the studio.

Inside were posters on the walls, and under them, racks of posters you could flip though. There were posters for concerts, and wonderful posters you could hang on your wall, dreamy, surrealistic posters that elicited deep feelings with strange images. I looked around at the ones on the wall, and then started going through some of the racks as Ashley dealt with someone at the back of the studio. “Ready to go?” She asked as she saw the poster I was holding up and stopped. The poster had an androgenous but feminine figure that seemed to be floating among the clouds, and had a swath of cloth curling around, with one arm raised.

“My God!” she said, “That makes me think of you!” Then she grabbed it out of my hands and went back to the guy she had been talking to before.

After a while she came up with a satisfied smile on her lips and a couple of rolls under her arm and said.”Let’s go!” and we left.

Walking along we headed south again towards home, and Ashley smiled to herself in a very satisfied way the whole time.

When we came in the door Helen called out from the parlour, “Good morning girls!” so we went in.

“Good morning Helen, you seem chipper today” remarked Ashley as we seated ourselves on the divan.

“I am feeling chipper,” Said Helen, “It’s a beautifull day again today, what have you two been up to this morning?”

“Oh, we had a little breakfast, and walked in the park, then I had to pick up a poster for Bobby, you know, nothing special” Ashley returned.

“Bethany, you don’t seem quite yourself this morning dear, is something wrong?” Helen asked.

“It’s just pre-date jitters.” Answered Ashley for me.

“So what are you two up to this afternoon? I think I’ll go out and work on the garden myself, can’t let a day as nice as this pass without getting out a little.” She said.

“I don’t know,” said Ashley, “I need to get this poster over to Bobby sometime today.”

“Why don’t you take it over to him,” I said, “and I’ll help Helen in the garden, if it’s ok with you I mean?” I asked Helen.

“That sounds fine! I’d like that very much, and we can talk some more.” She said to me.

“Ok! It’s settled then, I’m gonna change quick and get out of here, you two have fun!” Ashley called to us already up and heading out of the parlour and up the stairs.

“She’s a good girl” Helen confided to me.

“The best!” I returned, “I love her so.”

Helen smiled at me for a moment, and I smiled back, then she said, “well, come on, we better change too if we’re going to get dirty.”

The afternoon went fast as we enjoyed each others company, and the garden, when Helen said, “It’s getting late, you better go get cleaned up if you’re going out tonight.”

“Okay,” I said as we stood up “Thanks!”

“Thank you Bethany” Helen responded and gave my cheek a kiss, “now go!” So I did.

Second Date

I was still in the shower when Ashley got home, she stuck her head in the bathroom door, and called out, “I’m back!” over the sound of the water.

When I came out, she was in the bedroom, and had spread out some clothes for me on the bed. “Well come on, let’s make you irresistable!” She ordered.

“Well, what do you think?” She said into my ear from behind me as we stood in the bathroom and looked at me in the mirror.

She had done my makeup tonight, and it was a little darker and heavier that it ever had been before, it somehow managed to make me look kind of sultry. I was wearing a dark green silk mini with bared shoulders and a collar that went up in little cloth buttons and hoops up to about mid neck. The skirt on it flared a bit but managed to be almost snug where the hem met my thighs, which had on slightly green tinted nylons. Black saddle backed spike heels, about four inches high finished the esemble. “Is that really me?” I breathed.

“No man, especially Steve, is gonna be able to resist you looking like this!” Ashley declared.

Looking in the mirror I thought she just might be right, “Is that really me?” I breathed again, thinking, ‘I’m glad my underwear matches tonight’ as a little smile crept over my lips.

“C’mon” she said to me, “He’ll be here soon, let’s go wait in the parlour with Helen”.

She handed me a little clutch bag that she had already filled for me and said, “I put a pocketbook with your ID and some money in it, and also Helen’s number, you call if you have any trouble, and I’ll be waiting right here for you, ok”

“You’re not going out tonight?” I asked.

“No, I’m gonna be right here in case you need me, alright?” She said.

I gave her a big hug and said, “Thanks sis’, I love you” into her ear.

She replied, “I love you too” into my ear, took my hand and led me down to the parlour.

“Oh, You look spectacular!” Helen exclaimed as we came in, “Steve is a very lucky man I think.”

I blushed as I sat down on the divan and said, “I hope I’ll be the lucky one tonight!”

They both erupted in gales of laughter, which made me realize how what I’d said probably sounded to them, and blushed harder.

Still chuckling Helen said, “I don’t think you will have any problem realizing that hope if you keep blushing like that, it’s almost as irresistable as that dress!” Which set them both off again.

We sat and made small talk while the butterflies in my stomach did their best to lift me right off the couch, when there came a knock at the front door. “That must be him” Helen said as Ashley got up and went to answer the door. I stood, and almost sat back down as all the blood rushed to my feet, and my stomach exploded into my throat.

“Steve’s here for you Bethany!” Ashley said, and there he was in the doorway of the parlour, looking at me with those big brown eyes.

“So, where are you two headed?” Helen inquired.

Steve pulled back from kissing me, ‘How did I get over here?’ I wondered, and he said, “Well, Bethany looks so gorgeous tonight, I thought I’d take her to the Top Of The Mark for dinner.

‘He just wants to take me to the swankest, most expensive restaurant in town’ I thought happily, as Helen and Ashley made appreciative noises, then, ‘Me! He wants me!’

Steve took my hand, we said our goodbyes, and he helped me into his car, went around, got in and looked over at me and said, “You look beautiful tonight Bethany” and started the car. I clutched myself happily and watched his profile as he drove.

When we arrived, he parked got out and came around and helped me out, I managed to keep his hand so I smiled as he led me into the Mark and to the elevators. As we rode the express elevator up to the resturant I turned my face and he leaned down and kissed me, between the elevator’s motion, and the motion inside of me from the kiss, I was dizzy when we stopped and the doors opened. We walked over and Steve said, “We had reservations for two, the name is Helms?”

“Yessir, right this way”

We were led to a small table by a window, the city was laid out below us, with the bay and it’s bridges extending away, and the eastbay lights sprinkling the hills in the distance. “Is this alright Bethany?”

“Oh, Its perfect” I sighed back to Steve, and wondered how I would ever eat anything with my stomach in my throat. I turned from the window and looked across the table and saw him looking at me with his big brown eyes.

“That was wonderful,” I said, “I’ve never had beef like that, it literally melts in your mouth, what was it called again?”

“Kobe beef” Steve replied smiling back.

“Well it was wonderful!” I looked around, and said, “I need to go to the ladies room and fix myself up, I’ll be right back ok?”

“Ok, I’ll take care of the bill, we can go when you get back” he smiled at me.

I smiled back and then left and went to the restroom I’d spotted, once inside I had to stop and stare for a minute, all of the marble, and wood was so beautiful, I could hardly believe it was a bathroom. Then I thought of Steve waiting and hurried over and started working on my makeup, ‘How does it get so messed up just from eating?’ I wondered.

“Ready to go?” Steve asked when I got back, so I nodded and he led me hand-in-hand back out and down to the car.

Once he had gotten us in and started the engine he leaned back and looked over at me. “Well, what do you feel like next?”

“Um, so, uh, where do you live?” I asked in a small voice, blushing furiously.

We pulled up in front of a large two story victorian house with gingerbread wainscotting and bay windows on all sides, as I looked at it I asked, “You have an apartment in there?”

“No, Uh, actually, it’s all sorta mine.” He said.

I looked at him with big eyes and said, “You mean no one else lives here?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I mean, I know it’s kinda’ big, but it’s a great old house.”

He led me up and unlocked the door and led us in, “Here we are” he said a little uncomfortably.

“So do I get the five-cent tour?” I asked him.

“Yeah! Sure!” he said and started leading me around the house showing me all the rooms until we ended upstairs in the hall.

“What’s that room?” I asked, knowing the answer since that was the only room he hadn’t showed me.

“Uh, that’s my bedroom” Steve said.

“Really?” I asked as I stepped over twisted the knob and went in.

I was surprised at how neat it was, the bed was even made, which I approved of, and it was big too! Which I approved of even more. I walked over, making sure to keep my back towards Steve, stood in front of the bed just as straight on my heels as I knew how, and slowly, very slowly, bent over at the waist ninety degrees, and patted the bed.

“Mmmm, comfy!” I said hoping the eyefull I was sure Steve was getting, was getting to him. Then I straightened slowly again, turned around, saw his eyes wide and him breathing through his mouth, and thought ‘hah!’

I sat back, rotated my legs up, laid back, and held my arms towards him and said gently, “Come here lover”

He came over, stood next to the bed, and I looked up into his big brown eyes.

I started to feel squeezed in an uncomfortable way, and realized that the dress was going to have to come off if we were going to go any farther, and while I had been lost in all the necking and petting, Steve was so hot by now I knew he would need more, so we’d need to go farther. With a sigh, I disentangled us and pushed him towards the middle of the bed. When he looked at me and seemed about to say something, I put my fingers to his lips and said, “Shhhh…”

Then keeping my eyes on his, I got out of the bed and looked at him as I began undoing the dozens of little buttons-and-eyes down the front of my dress. When they were all done down to my waist, I worked my arms out of the sleeves, slowly, then gave a tiny push on it at my hips, and it slithered to the floor around my feet. Keeping my eyes on his even though his eyes were no longer on mine, (little more smile) I left my hands on my hips where the bustier ended, and slowly, stepped out of my dress and walked around to the foot of the bed. Now, his eyes travelled up to mine, and I held them as I climbed up the bed between his legs and reached down to his belt.

“Ung!” I think was what came out of his mouth, and I just smiled some more and said, “Shhh…” again. Undoing his belt, I undid the button, carefully slid the zipper down, and then grasped his pants on either side at the hips. When I gave them a little tug down he helped by lifting his hips a little, and then again when I did the same for his boxer shorts. He was more than a little excited, and he caught a little on the waistband, but then popped out pointing right at my face. There it was, the object of my desire, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to bend down a little farther and take it in my mouth. As I started to lick and suck on it I loved the little grunts, and groans I was making him emit. I listened to them and realized they could guide me, so I started to do what seemed to elicit the most heartfelt moans, which soon had me traveling up and down on his shaft as far as I could without choking, faster, and faster. Suddenly his hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down hard pushing him way back into my throat as he started to moan more loudly and constantly, my gag reflex was starting to make me want to retch, which I really didn’t want to do here, so as the bile started to come up, I naturally swallowed as hard as I could. I guess all those contracting muscles were too much for him because he made this keening sound and his shaft started pulsing, and I could feel myself swallowing more than my own bile. It had not stopped when his hands relaxed and I could pull back more comfortably. I didn’t want a mess all over the bed, so I just kept sucking on him until it stopped coming out, by then though, I was kinda enjoying it, so I just kept on ‘till he got soft.

Finally, I let him pop out of my mouth and looked up to see him laying with one hand tossed over his eyes still breathing harder than normal. “Mmm, did you like that lover?” I asked. He let his arm down and looked at me, and I smiled at him. He held out his arms to me, and I crawled up into them and let him hold me while I played with the hair on his chest, just enjoying his warmth and the smell of him.

“God!” He said, I thought he might say more, but when he didn’t I just smiled to myself and buried my face into his side under his arm and let him hold me for a while.

After a while, I glance over at the clock on the bedstand and said, “It’s getting late lover,” I got up and went around to where I’d left my dress on the floor, picked it up and stepped into it. “You’d better take me home if you don’t want to have Helen and Ashley sending the cops over here to see if you’ve murdered me or something.” I said with a smile as I did up the buttons-and-eyes again.

“I could watch you all night” he said looking at me from the bed.

I grinned at him and said’ “I love you too, but I gotta go fix my makeup, so get yourself together lover.” Then I picked up my purse from the nightstand and went to the bathroom to repair the damage enough not to be too obvious about what we had been doing.

When I came out he was ready to go, so I took his hand, and he led me out to the car.

When we pulled up at my place, before he could shut off the motor, I slid over and pulled him down for one of those toe-tingling kisses he was so good at giving me, then I said, “You do want to see me again, right?”

“Oh yeah!” he gasped, “I don’t ever want to let you go!”

My heart sang, and I said, “Well, I’m free tommorrow, how about you?”

“Yeah ok,” he said, “what time would you like me to pick you up?”

“You can pick me up anytime lover!” I said with a smile, “But how does, oh, five o’clock sound?”

“Ok” he agreed.

“Good, no expensive resturants this time, you’ve already impressed me, maybe tommorrow I’ll be able to impress you!” I said with a grin.

He gave me this little-boy-in-the-candy-shop look that made my heart jump, and I pulled him down for another toe-tingler, then slid over and jumped out of the car, leaned back in for a moment, and said, "Sleep well lover!” with a big grin, pulled out, closed the door, ran up the stoop, turned around, waved at him, and collected a wave from him, sighed, and went in.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 4)

Date Review

When I got in the door Helen and Ashley both came out of the parlour, “You're back!” said Ashley, “How did it go?”

“Wonderful!” I told her, then turning to Helen, I said, “Steve was a perfect gentleman, and treated me like a princess, really!”

“How was dinner?” Helen asked back.

“Oh, yeah!” I exclaimed, “I almost forgot, well it was the best tasting beef I’d ever tasted, he called it Kobe beef, it just melted in your mouth!”

I noticed them both looking at me with open mouths and said, “What?”

Helen just grinned at me and said, “Well dear, he just took you to the most expensive restaurant in town, and bought you the most expensive dinner in town, and on your first date too!” she paused, “He seems quite taken with you!”

“Expensive, uh, he ordered, I didn’t even see a menu, um, how expensive?” I asked her.

“Oh, like a hundred and fifty dollars just for yours” said Ashley with a maniacal grin. I glanced at Helen and she just nodded at me smiling widely.

“Ulp” I said, then I thought, ‘He did that for me!”

“So, where did you go after dinner?” Helen asked.

That stopped me, I looked at her, then at Ashley and said, “Uh…”

“Ashley said, “Girl talk!” and grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the stairs, calling back over her shoulder, “I have to get her to bed now, goodnight Helen!”

I thought Helen might be upset as Ashley dragged me up the stairs, but I guess she wasn’t because I could hear her chuckling behind us.

Once we were in the room Ashley let go of my hand, ran into the bedroom, came back with a nightie and said, “Go take a shower and get ready for bed, then you are gonna tell me everything!”

I just nodded and went to do as I was told.

Later, we were installed in bed, and Ashley had gotten us a couple of glasses and a bottle of white zinfendal, poured us each one, we sipped and sitting cross-legged across from one another she said “Ok! Give!”

“Well, he drove me to the Mark, and we kissed in the car before going up.” I stopped for a minute and let the warmth of the memory flow over me for a moment.

I guess I was taking too long because she prompted me, “What happened next?”

“We we went up hand-in-hand, and we kissed again in the elevator going up to the restaurant” I paused again, but Ashley waved me on so I continued, “Well, he was a perfect gentleman throughout dinner, ordered for me and everything, wouldn’t even let the waiter seat me, insisted on doing it himself,”

“Oooo” remarked Ashley.

I just nodded and continued, “We made small talk and ate, and when we were done, he paid for dinner and was ready to go when I got back from fixing my face. It was very nice.”

Ashley smiled and said,” It does sound nice, so then what happened?”

“Well, we got back to the car, and he asked me what I’d like to do next, and well…” I trailed off.

“What! What did you say!” Ashely prompted.

“Well, I suggested we go to his place.” I said in a tiny voice. I could feel the heet rising on my cheeks.

“No! you didn’t!” Ashley declared wide-eyed, then she frowned, “Tell me everything that happened, exactly!” she demanded.

So I did just that, looking at my lap, in a tiny voice. When I got to the point where he pushed my head down, she blurted out, “Oh I hate it when they do that! What did you do?”

I looked up at her surprised, and said, “Do?”

She said, “Yeah, I mean, when that has happened to me I just bite, they let go in a hurry then! Now I just grasp them with both hands, that way they can’t shove you down to far, so what did you do?”

“Um, well, I had him shoved back into my throat, and I felt myself starting to throw-up, and I didn’t want to do that on his lap you know?” I looked over and Ashley just nodded, “So I felt it coming up, and I just swallowed really hard to keep it down,”

“What? You swallowed, with him down your throat like that!” She asked in a disbelieving voice.

“Um yeah, and uh, he must have liked it,” I continued.

“I’ll BET he did!” Ashley proclaimed.

“Yeah, well, I think he did because I felt him, you know, down my throat, and then he eased up, and I could lift off him a little and things got easier after that…” I trailed off and looked at her. She had this shocked look on her face, and then suddenly she fell back on the bed and started letting out gales of laughter, and uncontrollably grabbing her stomach.

“Hey!” I said blushing again, “What’s so funny? Did I do something wrong?”

She seemed to laugh harder at that, so I just blushed and drank my wine, and when she hadn’t wound down after that, I had another glass.

Finally she wound down, and wiping tears from her eyes, Ashley asked, “Ok, so what happened then?” and looked at me expectantly.

“Oh well, he held me for a while, and then I had him take me home, he kissed me again when we got here, said he would take me out tommorrow at five, and I guess that was it.” I finished.

“Did you have fun?” Ashley asked.

“Oooo, yeah!” I assured her.

“Well” good, let’s get some sleep, it sounds like another big day tommorrow.” She said.

So we got into bed and cuddled up, “Good night Beth” I felt her say into my hair.

“Good night Ashley” I returned already drifting off.

A Senseable Purchase

“Good morning love” I said as Ashley started to stir.

“Mmmm, murmered Ashley as she stretched and opened her eyes to look at me, “Good morning hon.”

“Go ahead and take a shower, I had one last night before bed, remember?” I said to her.

“Mmm Hmm,” she replied and got up and went into the bathroom, while I got up and started getting dressed, the spirit gum was still holding, so I just dressed, brushed my hair out, did my makeup, and was dressed by the time Ashley came out of the shower.

“Should I make some breakfast?” I asked.

“No, let’s go out, we can pick something up on the way.” She said heading into the bedroom.

So I just sat at the table and watched Ashley move around the apartment getting ready, I enjoyed watching her, and wanted to ruminate on the feelings the night before with Steve had given me.

Ashley finished, and sat down at the table with me. “Tell me something,” she said.

“Ok, what” I asked willingly enough.

“When you were giving Steve pleasure last night, was that enough for you?” she asked.

A blush came over me, but I considered her question, “Do you mean, would I like him to do the same thing to me?” She nodded. “Well, um, No!, Definitely not when I’m like this, it would make me feel terrible, and, well, not right somehow. You know?”

“Not really, but I’m trying, so what you want and don’t want is determined by how you are dressed?” she asked.

“Well, somehow it seems to be more than just being dressed, um, its like that behavior term mien, to mean how one bears oneself, one’s air, appearance, look, manner, or aspect. I suppose it is like a package deal, and the current package determines my response to it. See?” I asked.

“Wow, have you thought about this then?” she inquired.

“Well yeah, sure, I mean I couldn’t avoid it when I found myself so attracted to Steve.” I pointed out.

“Well, when you were dressed, as a boy, I mean, before you dressed as a girl, did you ever feel attracted to anyone?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, there were several girls, I did some heavy petting with a girl named Kathy once, I really liked her, but I hadn’t gone all the way with anyone yet, too shy around girls I guess.” I mused.

“Well, you didn’t seem to shy with Steve last night!” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but he’s a guy, I know what they like and want, and I liked that he wanted it from me, so I wanted to give it to him.” I replied.

“Hmm, did you feel attracted to men before you dressed like this?” she waved at me.

“No, not as a partner, I mean not emotionally, but I’m beginning to think I like playing with their, um, ‘equipment’ a little.” I smiled at her.

“Even if you weren’t dressed like this?” she asked.

“No, I mean, it might still be fun, but I couldn’t get into it enough to get there, without the mien or aspect of femininity that this generates for me, there would be too much in the way emotionally for me to relax and really have fun or enjoy it, you know?”

“I think I’m getting it,” she answered, “But like this you can even be emotionally attracted to a man, want to be with him not just for sex, but, um, with love?”

Thinking about Steve I said, “Oh yeah!” I looked at her, “It is all there like that for me with Steve.”

“So ok, but that brings us back to the origional question, other than the satisfaction you get from giving him pleasure, what can he do that would give you physical pleasure in return? She asked me intently, “don’t you think it is an unstable element in your relationship if he can’t please you in return? I mean if he really cares for you, he is going to want to give you pleasure in return, right?”

“Well, yes, I guess so, but it would be terrible to have him do what I did for him to me!” I said exasperated.

Ashley shook her head and looked at me tapping her teeth. I knew when to shut up and let her think by now so I just waited and watched her ponder. After a while she stopped tapping suddenly and looked me in the eyes, “Have you considered letting him do you like he would do a girl?”

“Huh?”, I looked at her a moment, then my mind wrapped around what she was saying and I said slowly, “You mean let him, uh, you mean take him in me?” I thought of his arms around me, his excitement, his pushing against me.”That sounds nice, but wouldn’t it hurt?”

“Actually, it can feel quite nice, you have to use a lubricant and relax, but I have enjoyed it very much before.” She informed me.

“Really?” I asked wide-eyed.

“Oh yeah!” she replied with a smile, “Once in a while it can be quite nice, but then I have a superior substitute so usually I do it the way anyone normaly does it, but every once in a while, the other can be very hot.”

“I’ve got to try that!” I said with enthusiasm.

Ashley laughed, and said, “Woah, before you start looking for that, you need to make sure he will be gentle at first with you, coax him into taking some time for you to accept him in you, and we’ll have to get you some lube. So lets go back to the Common Sense, they have something perfect there, I’ve used it myself, and it smells great too, c’mon, get your purse and we’ll go shopping!” She grinned at me.

I grinned back and went to get my purse.

We clattered down the stairs and out the door and headed for Market Street. Once we got there, Ashley grabbed my hand and pulled me across to a side street, and a little ways down, on what looked like the side of a business facing Market, was a small fire door with a tiny sign above it that said simply, ‘Fannies Delights’, she pulled me in, and there was a small room with about four tables with chairs, and a short serving-line type counter. “Two morning pita’s please Fannie” Ashley asked the woman behind the counter.

“Out early this morning Ashley?” Fannie asked as she started assembling our order. As they chatted, Fannie took out some round bread that had a slit in the top and formed a pocket inside, she then took a spoon out of a large plastic tub that said Horseradish Spread on it’s label, and spread some in each pocket, she then stuffed them liberally with crumbled hard-boiled egg yokes, bean and alflafa sprouts, and some sort of white crumbly cheese. As she wrapped them in a paper and handed them to Ashley, she asked. “And who is this with you this morning Ashley?”

“Oh, sorry!” she said to both of us, “Bethany, this is Fannie, Fannie, this is Bethany, she’s staying with me now, so you will be seeing her around.”

I smiled at Fannie and she smiled back, “If you are staying with Ashley, you must be good people, it’s nice to meet you!”

“Thank you, It is very nice to meet you too Fannie, those look very interesting!” I indicated the food she’d handed Ashley.

“I think you’ll like them,” she said with a smile as she took Ashleys money and made change, “come by and try our lunch pita, they are good too, aren’t they Ashley?”

“Mmm, to die for!” Ashley exclaimed and they both laughed. “Bye now Fannie!” she said as we headed for the door.

“Have a nice day girls!” she called after as we turned at the door, waved, and went out.

“She’s nice.” I remarked.

“Fannie’s a dear!” Ashley said as she handed me my food and we started walking and eating, “We can walk from here, it’s a little foggy, but it’ll burn off soon.”

We walked along eating our pita’s and enjoying the foggy morning, the sea air smell is always stronger with the fog, and sounds have a funky reverb sound to them that makes them slightly enchanting compared to the usual street sound. After a few blocks we got to Common Sense and went inside. We threw our trash in a receptical near the door, and walked to the counter. “Could I have some ‘Chinese Flowers oil by Kiehl please?” asked Ashley, “Oh, and one of your small empty bottles too?”

When she bought the items, she took the large bottle of oil and unstoppered it, then taking the rubber stopper out of the small bottle, she transferred some in and restoppered them both. A complex but unassuming smell wafted to my nose that was pleasing and somehow wistfull, “Here she said handing me the little bottle, put that in your purse.”

As I did so, I said, “That smells wonderfull!”

“It’s actually a body oil” said Ashley, “you should try some after a shower, it will make your skin soft and radiant.”

“I’ll try that, it sounds good” I replied as we left the shop and walked back towards Market. “What’s next?”

RX For A Stressfull Moment

We walked for a while, checking out the shop windows, and people on the streets, just enjoying the morning. Occasionally we’d stop and read a poster or handbill taped to a window or wall, or stapled to a telephone pole and remark to one another about the band or event they advertised. Finally we found ourselves on Clayton Street, and after a couple of blocks Ashley stopped, and I looked at her questioningly. “We need to go in here” she said.

I looked at the sign that said, ‘Haight Ashbury Free Clinic’ and asked, “Are you alright? I mean, is something wrong?”

“No” she said, shaking her head and watching me closely, “It’s not for me, it’s for you.”

“For me? There’s nothing wrong with me.” I replied in confusion.

“Well, you are thinking about becoming sexually active with your boyfriend,” she started, ‘Boyfriend!’ I thought happily, and she continued, “and you should get checked out before you do.”

I looked at her for a moment and said, “I can’t, I mean not like this!” waving at myself, “Anyway, we know I don’t have venerial disease or anything, I mean, I told you I’d never, uh, well, you know, before.”

She looked at me sternly and said, “It’s not that! You should have yourself a proctological exam to make sure there won’t be any complications or problems, you don’t want to do what you are thinking about if you have an infected prostate or something!”

“I knew what sort of exam she was talking about, and that wasn’t very appealing, but something else worried me more, “But I CAN”T go in there like this!” I said loudly, then started to blush when some passerby’s looked over at me.

“Keep you voice down!” Ashley hissed at me, then more normally in a voice she would probably use with a child she said’ “Dr David Smith will not be strange or make a big deal about what you are underneath, he has do deal with just about everything under the sun in his clinic, and he will be understanding and kind!”

I looked at her in fear and begged. “Don’t make me do this! Please!”

“Yes! I am responsible for you while you are with me!” she declared intently, “You said you would trust me, so prove it now!” Ashley looked at me and her eyes softened, “It is for your own good, I will talk to Dr. Smith, all you have to do is let him examine you.

Tears were welling in my eyes, but I knew she was adamant, and I loved her so. “Alright” I breathed out.

We went in, and Ashley took my pocketbook out of my purse and went over to a desk with a young lady at it, and started filling out forms as I sat in the waiting room and looked around. I was feeling a little strange above and beyond the obvious reasons, due to the fact that Ashley and I were dressed considerably better than anyone else in the clinic, including the people who worked there. “You ok?” Ashley asked when she returned and sat next to me.

I just looked at her with eyes that probably looked like the eyes of a doe caught in the headlights of a car just about to run it over, because she reached over and squeezed my hand and kept it while we waited.

“Bethany Madrigill!” a girl in scrubs called from a door behind the desk, and still holding Ashley’s hand we got up and followed her to an examination room.

We waited for a while, me nervously, when a short interesting man with lively eyes and a white coat came in and said,”Ashley! It’s good to see you again!”

Ashley grinned and replied, “It is good to see you too!”

Dr. Smith turned to me and said, “And you must be Bethany, what seems to be the problem?”

I looked at the floor, noticing the pattern of the tiles while Ashley went over to Dr. Smith and whispered into his ear for a while, risking a look up I saw him looking at me, and before I could look down again, he gave me a genuinely friendly smile and said, “Ashley was right to bring you to me Bethany, why don’t you try to relax and take your dress off.

Taking my dress off was NOT going to make me relax, but I did it anyway feeling more self-concious than I ever had before in my life. Dr. Smith came over and listened and thumped and did the usual things a doctor does, then asked me, “Ashley has told me you are sexually inexperienced, is that right?” I looked at the floor some more and just nodded, feeling the heat rise in my face. “How old are you really? Your chart says you are eighteen, but I know that could only be right for the young lady you appear to be, so what age are you really?”

“F-Fifteen” I said in a little voice.

“I feel obligated to mention that you are a little young to be considering becoming sexually active, emotionally, I mean. I don’t suppose I can talk you into considering waiting?”

I just shook my head and continued to look at the floor. “Ok then,” he said, “please remove your panties.” I could have died, maybe I did a little, but I mechanically did as I asked.

First he nearly gave me a stroke by taking my balls in his hand and saying “Cough please” his fingers probed around my privates for a moment then he said, “Ok, now please lean over the examining table, and went over to a cart and started putting on some rubber gloves.

Leaning over the examining table on my forearms, ‘How can the paper covered pad on this thing be so cold?’ occurred to me, I awkwardly awaited the examination with the awareness of what it looked like for me in bustier with attatched garters holding up nude hosery and standing in three inch pumps with my privates hanging down between my legs, and I started to die. No matter how much I tried to push the image out of my mind, it would just return, and I would die a little more inside.

Finally Dr. Smith came over and said, “This is gonna feel a little akward” and as I was thinking he had NO idea what akward was, he proceeded to prove me wrong. I am sure to this day, that akward can be defined by what he did to me back there that morning in 1969.

“Ok, you can get dressed now” he said, and made some notations on a clipboard as I did.

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked me after I had gotten my clothes back on, and came over and put her arm around me. I just nodded noticing the pattern of the tiles on the floor again.

“Ok,” said Dr Smith, “You are a healthy young, um, lady, with no health problems that I can determine, we won’t bother with a blood work-up since you have been sexually inactive, but if you do become sexually active, I would like you to come in once a month and get checked out, could you do that for me?” He asked. Then when he saw the look that flitted over my face he chuckled and said, “Just a little check up exam, not like this.”

So I nodded, and said, “Yessir, I will!”

“Good girl!” he said to me, which considering everything that had just happened made me feel pretty good, I decided I liked Dr. David Smith very much, after all.

Ashley led me out to the reception area, and I signed a form even though they said it was optional, (I signed it Bethany Madrigill, which felt good too) and we left.

Outside on the sidewalk, Ashley turned to me and said, “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Ask me later, where I can cry when I think about it!” I replied shortly back at her.

She just hugged me and said into my ear, “Well then, don’t think about it, it is over, and it was for your own good you know?” I nodded, “Ok then, let’s go shopping for your date tonight! That will make you feel better!”

“But I have plenty of nice dresses to wear, you don’t have to spend any more money on me!” I protested.

“Well, after hearing how you acted last night, I would have to believe that you are going to end up spreading your legs for Steve tonight!” Ashley said as I tripped and almost fell over, then almost fainted as every last drop of blood in my body rushed to my face. Ashley seemed to find this funny as she laughed and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “Don’t you think you would feel better doing that if you had on some deliciously sexy and frilly underthings?”

That put thoughts of some of things I had seen girls wearing in girlie magazines, and how much Steve might like them, and slowly smiled, “Yeah, I think I would.”

Ashley laughed and said, “I knew I could make you feel better!” and took me shopping.

We got back later that afternoon and as we walked up to the door Ashley looked at her watch and said, “It’s already four, you’d better hurry and get ready if you are going out at five!”

“Oh Yeah!” I said, and flew in the door and up the stairs into our room as I heard Ashley chuckling behind me saying, “Hello Helen.”

Third Date’s The Charm

“Steve’s here!” I heard called up by Ashley as I was finishing my makeup.

“Just a minute!” I called back as I tried to hurry doing my face, (not really possible) and tought to myself, ‘He’s here!’ with some butterflies in my stomach, then, ‘He can wait a minute, I’m running late because I had to get all this unfamiliar underwear on for him’ then I thought ‘God I hope he see’s it’. Why I thought that made me realized how much I wanted him, and I had to stop for a second to let the waves of excitement roll and crash over me. God I wanted that man!

Finally done, I came out of the room and at the top of the stairs I was planning a sultry casual walk down the staircase to tease Steve a little, which I thought was a clever plan, when I looked down and saw him looking up at me with those big brown eyes.

“Well you two, have fun tonight and be carefull.” I heard Helen say as Steve broke our kiss to look at her. ‘How did I get here?’ I wondered as I found myself standing with Steve by the front door. I realized that I probably had messed up my grand staircase walk plan, and I just sighed wistfully and felt the goodness radiating from Steve’s arm around me.

Once we were in the car I asked Steve, “Where to now?”

“I thought we’d go over to Vesuvio’s and check it out, I think you’ll like it, it has good atmosphere, and sometimes they have poetry readings.” Steve looked at me with a smile, “Sound good?”

Big brown eyes, as Steve moved his head back and stopped kissing me, he said, “Well?”

Trying to figure out what he was asking brought me back from where ever I had gone and I thought about what he had said earlier, “Oh yeah! Sounds great!” I enthused. And leaned my head on his shoulder as he put the car in gear and drove off.

He drove us over to North Beach and stopped in a parking lot after getting a time ticket from the attendant in the little booth, and we walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk to this quaint little club with the name Vesuvio. Once inside it had a charming almost fifties artsy beatnik atmosphere, and Steve helped me sit down at a table and sat across from me. A waitress in a white blouse and black mini-skirt that I thought looked very chic came up and we ordered drinks. Looking at the waitress walking away I thought ‘tart’ as she sashayed away from us swinging her hips in a bit of an exaggerated way, I was hoping Steve wasn’t noticing her when he said, “So Bethany, I thought we could talk awhile. I hardly know anything about you, and I’d like to know you.”

‘Oh oh,’ I thought looking at him now, “Um, what would you like to know?”

“Well little things, like your last name, age, favorite color, you know, stuff like that.” He replied.

“Well,” I thought for a minute, “Wait a minute,” I said as I rummaged around in my pocketbook and pulled out my license, “Here” I said handing it to him, “Here is my legal info.”

He looked at it for a moment, then he said, “Madrigill, that’s nice, I like it.” I felt good, “So how did you arrange this?” he asked waving my license. I felt bad suddenly, ‘dumb, dumb, dumb’ I thought of my bright Idea of letting him see it.

“Um, well, someone Ashley knows arranged it, a license, social security, you know, the whole identity thing.” I said in a small voice.

“So how long have you known Ashley, and how long have you been doing this?” he asked waving at me.

Now I was feeling kind of panicy, and thought about what to say when I looked up into his eyes and said, “Well let me think, um, three, no, four days? Yeah I think that’s right.”

“I thought you’d known Ashley longer, but I guess that makes sense because I hadn’t seen you before with her, or heard her talking about you, so how long have you been like this?” he asked again.

“Um, well, the same?” I said hesitantly. His mouth dropped open and he just stared at me for a while. I was getting pretty uncomfortable when he said, “No way! I mean, well, you just seem so natural at it, like you’ve been doing it forever!” I just shrugged.

“It feels natural to me, so I guess it comes across that way, I don’t know” I said, “It feels comfortable, like it’s supposed to be this way, I mean, everyone is nicer to me, and more accepting somehow, socially I mean, you know?” I looked at him, he nodded, but there was some confusion in his eyes, so I knew he didn’t really. “I feel like I am better with people, um, sweeter, happier, and maybe sexier too.”

“Well, you certainly are that to me!” he stated emphatically, which made me blush, but I kept looking in his eyes and smiled, he smiled back.

“I care more about the people I am with too,” I said after a moment, “it’s like all that cultural training you get about males being independent and being an island unto himself, and all that macho bullshit, well, I can let all that go now, and just care, and not be afraid if that makes me vulnerable or anything, you see?”

Now he was nodding like he really was getting it and said, “Yeah, I know what you are talking about, sometimes all that stuff makes you act contrary to what your feelings are telling you, not just around other people, but even sometimes when you are by yourself too.”

He really did seem to understand, which made me feel good. After we quietly absorbed all of that, and the good vibes we were getting from our mutual understanding, we started having some more casual small talk about common things. After a while he ordered some spagetti and wine, and we ate, (very carefully for me, spots on the cream colored dress I was wearing was a definite no, no!) and enjoyed each other’s company.

After we ate, I got back from freshening my makeup, and we had drinks. After a bit some people started taking the mic on stage and reading their poetry and we pulled our seats around so we could sit hand-in-hand and listened.

Little comments like, “I liked that one, it made me feel something”, and “Boy that was a bomb” and such like, interspersed our listening to the poetry, and between the physical closeness of our shoulders rubbing, my hand in his, and the alchohol in the drinks, I was starting to get a little distracted. Finally I leaned over and whispered in Steve’s ear, “I know it is still early, but could you take me home?” He started and looked at me and I said looking into his big brown eyes, “Your home, please?” with a little pleading in my voice.

He paid the bill and hurried to the car park, and I still don’t know how he managed to speed over to his house without getting any tickets. When we got there, I didn’t allow him any time for shy-guy games, I took his hand pulled him up to the door, and after he unlocked it, I pulled him straight up to his room, gently pushed him back on the bed, and stood before him, reached behind my neck, unzipped my dress, and let my dress slither to the floor. ‘I knew I picked right with this sheath dress!’ I thought as Steve’s eyes got big and round taking in my new underwear, ‘Ashley was right about him getting hot over this lacy corset’ I then thought, and I proceeded to crawl into his lap and let him kiss me senseless as his hands did the opposite to my body.

After a while, I did the same routine I had done last night, between his legs, but this time I was ready, and this time when he grabbed my head I swallowed before I could gag, and that was a lot better, I could enjoy him spurting into my throat, which seemed to make me feel so close to him I almost liked it as much as I did tasting him when I could rise up a little and suck the last bit out of him.

We lay togeather for a while as we had last night before, and when his breathing slowed down, I stopped twisting his chest hairs and moved my hand down. He stiffened in more ways in one, and smiling, I levered up on one arm and looked down on his face to say, “Ready for something a little different?” as I continued to fondle him. He smiled at me questioningly, but nodded, so I said, “Get up and come around to the foot of the bed, please?”

He got up and went around and stood there looking a little apprehensive, so I pulled him onto the bed until he was kneeling where I had been kneeling a little while before, in front of me, between my legs, I had a flash of Ashley telling me about spreading my legs, and my smile got bigger. I scooted down a little till my cheeks were touching his thighs, reached over and took my purse, took the bottle from Common Sense out and poured a little into the palm of one hand, put it back and put my purse on the table again. I looked up at Steve, and he was breathing heavily, and his hardness was making little jumps, but he looked slightly perplexed, which I wiped off his face and replaced with other things by reaching down and fondling him, getting oil all over his excited hardness. Once I thought he was slick enough, I let go, his eyes opened and looked down on me, and I slowly, lifted my legs until my ankles were on his shoulders, and said in a voice that was breathy from my own excitement, “I want you in me, please!”

I reached up and pulled his shoulders down towards me, and lifted my bottom as he bent down, once I could feel him about where I needed him I took one of my hands, reached around my bottom and twitched him with my fingertips, until I could feel his tip pressing the right spot, I gave a little scrunch downward, and felt it go in. There was a little pain, but Steve was being good and waiting to see what I wanted, so I waited until the pain was gone, then I grabbed his shoulders and pulled again, as he came down, and my bottom rolled up under him, he slid all the way into me, GOD IT FELT GOOD!

We lay there for a moment, my ankles between our shoulders, (thank God for yoga) our faces inches away, with him breathing really hard now, (me too!) and I pulled his face down, kissed him, turned his head a little, and whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please?”

He did.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 5)

Date Review Two

“You look like the cat that ate the canary!” Ashley stated as we sat across from each other on our bed in our nighties.

“I wouldn’t call it a canary!” I said back a little brazenly.

“Oh no! Not again!” she said, “Did you keep him from shoving you down on it this time at least?”

“Um, no, I was ready for it this time so I swallowed before I could gag, and that made it much better!" I returned in a satisfied voice.

She shook her head and said, “I don’t see how you can do that!” and I just shrugged.

“So you two just did the same as last time?” she asked.

Suddenly feeling shy, I said in a little voice, blushing, “No, not exactly…”

“Give! I want to hear it all!” she demanded.

Sighing, I told her what had happened, and when I got to the part where he was on and in me she stopped me, “Wait, he was facing you with your legs all the way up to your shoulders, no way!”

Figuring it was easier to demonstrate than to explain, I laid back, lifted my legs up, grabbed them and pulled them down to my shoulders. Her eyes bugging out made me giggle and I had to let go. I sat back up and she said, “What are you, double jointed?”

“No,” I said, “My mom taught me yoga until she started having problems with her back from a medical condition, and I have always been limber, I can put one leg behind my neck, wanna’ see?”

“No!” she said, “I think I’ve seen enough for now thank you very much!” so he was in you, then what?”

“Well, we started kissing, and he started, well, you know?” I looked at her and she nodded, “And after a while he, um, finished, and that felt wonderful too, you know? Him doing that into me?” She nodded again. “Well, then I went to the bathroom, got cleaned up and dressed, and he brought me home.”

“I thought,” she said, “that you were very lucky to get someone as understanding as Steve.” She stated, and I nodded vigorously agreeing, “But now I think perhaps that Steve is luckier than anyone has any right to be!”

I thought about what she said, it was a big compliment, and it made me feel all warm inside, or actually, more warm inside since I still had a pretty good buzz that way going on from my date. I smiled happily at Ashley, and she hugged me, and whispered in my ear, “I am so happy for you Beth” and we hugged each other tighter.

We had climbed into bed holding each other, when she whispered, “My little girl’s growing up.” I hugged her a little tighter. Later when I was drifting off she whispered,”I love you Beth.”

Helen My Friend

“Good morning sleepy head!” I woke to again and looked into Ashley’s eyes.

“Good morning Ashley” I smiled up at her.

“Well, I have to go see my parents all day today, it’s something we do every week, are you going to be alright around here by yourself today?” she asked.

“I won’t be alone, Helen’s probably going to be around, anyway there are some chores I can do around here.”

“Well, we do need to get some laundry done, do you think you could do that?” Ashley asked.

“Um, yeah, but I’ve never done the laundry before, I’m pretty sure I have no idea what I’m doing.” I replied.

“Oh, if Helen’s here, I’m sure she’ll help you figure it out, otherwise you can leave it, and I can help tommorrow. You can definitely do the delicates, you know, the underwear and stuff?” she looked at me and I nodded, “Just do them in the sink, there is some Woolite under it, hand wash them and hang them on the wood rack that’s folded up against the wall in the bathroom, ok?”

“Sure, go take your shower first so you can get ready, and I’ll collect them and get started.

“Good!” she said getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom, “I ‘preciate it hon!”

I gathered a few things from the bathroom and noticed the ‘hand wash only’ tags on them, so I looked through all the other clothes and found a few more things in our dailywear clothes that had those tags and collected them too. Going out to the front room I realized there were more delicates in the hamper in the bathroom, so I went in and gathered those out too. As I did I said “Oooo!”

“What!” said Ashley over the sound or the shower and pulled back the curtain to look.

“These are hot!” I said, holding up some of her panties to show her.

“Yeah, they are called ‘french cut’ do you like them?” she asked going back to her shower.

“Oh yes! The way they ‘V’ down in front and back is really sexy.”

She laughed, and said, “Well then, we’ll have to make sure to get you some then, you can’t ever have enough sexy things, I mean, you don’t want Steve to get bored do you?”

“No!” I said loudly, which just made her laugh more.

I got everything togeather, and stripped out of my nightie, and started running the water, got the Woolite out and began washing things dressed in just my bra and panties. I was still at it when Ashley came out and said, “Showers free!” and went back into the bedroom.

“Ok, but I’m going to finish these first!” I called after her.

I finished and was hanging everything on the rack as Ashley moved around and got ready, and about the time I was done she called from the front room, “Have a nice day Beth! I’m going now!”

“Ok! Have fun!” I called back and heard the door close. I stripped down and got in the shower.

After I’d toweled off, I did the thing with the spirit gum and went over to the closet and tried to decide what to wear. Glancing out the window I could see it was another nice day, slightly overcast, but bright, so I settled on a summer dress and some sandals.

Once my makeup was done, and my hair brushed out, I listened to the quiet of the apartment, and decided to go down and see if Helen was up.

“Good morning!” I said to her when I found her sitting at the kitchen table drinking some coffee. She looked fresh with her hair pinned back, and a cotton dress with a full skirt on.

“Good morning Bethany” she returned, “Was that Ashley I heard going out earlier?” she asked me as I sat down with her.

“Yeah, she said she was spending the day with her parents today” I replied.

“She’s a good girl,” said Helen, “she never misses these little pilgramages to her parents house.”

Something occurred to me and I said, “I hope you don’t mind, but Steve said he’d call me later, and I gave him your number?” I asked.

She smiled at me and said, “That’s fine dear, little it be for me to stand in the way of young love!” She smiled more broadly at me and asked, “So you too are really hitting it off are you?”

I blushed, but smiled at her, “Yeah, I mean, it is intense, and really good, but neither of us is ready to get too serious yet in our lives.” I explained to deflect any matrimonial talk she might be considering.

But Helen surprised me, “Oh I think is important for a young girl to gather experiences to her heart when she is young, it makes them better partners later in life.

We smiled at each other knowingly, and then I asked, “I never had to do laundry before, my mom always handled it, and Ashley asked me if I could do some today, and I was wondering, if you have the time, could you show me?”

She smiled at me, “Actually, I have some that needs doing too, so if we just toss them in togeather, you can help me do them, ok?”

“Ok,” I smiled back, “that would be nice!”

We did laundry until early afternon, which mostly consisted of sitting at the table talking as we waited for the next load to finish, so it was a pleasant way to spend the time. Finally it was all clean, folded, or hung and put away, and I said, “So, what’s next?”

“Hmm?” she looked at me quizzically.

“There must be something else you need done around here, so what can I do next?” I asked.

Helen laughed, and said, “No, I don’t think there is anything at the moment, why don’t you go ahead and find some fun?”

“Well what are you going to do?” I asked her.

“Oh, I don’t know, read, or maybe watch TV or something.” She mused.

“On a day like this?” I asked, “Don’t be silly, come out with me, it’s only a few blocks to the Golden Gate park, let’s walk over there and take in the Japanese Gardens or something.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think so…” she hesitated.

I knew I had her then so I said, “But what if I go there alone and meet some guy and Steve sees me talking to him and leaves me! My life would be ruined! So you have to go with me to keep me safe and happy, see!”

She laughed with me for a minute, and then said, “Why not! Go get your purse, and we’ll go.”

She locked-up the house, and we walked to the park and wandered through the garden commenting on this and that, smelling flowers, watching water flow under the bridge and listening to it tinkle down some of the perfectly shaped rock streams. Finally she said, “Well this has been nice Bethany, I haven’t done this in ages!”

“Yeah, hey, lets go over to the backwards stream!” I suggested.

“Backwards stream?” she asked.

“Yeah, down by the Strybing Arboretum, the stream runs by there and something, maybe the slant of the hill, makes it look like it’s running uphill,” I replied, “Haven’t you ever seen it?” she shook her head, “Well, it is magical, and charming, so come on!” I stated and took her hand and started off.

We were still walking hand-in-hand when we got there, and we stood and looked at it for a while. Finally, she said, “You’re right Bethany, I is magical”

It was warmer out in the late afternoon so I led her over to the bank, which had a cement berm on one side, and pulled her down to sit with me. “Here, kick your sandals off, and put your feet in the water, you can feel the current, and as it draws your eye downstream you get, well charmed by the reverse prospective.” I said demonstrating by kicking off my sandals and sticking my feet in.

She hesitated, then gave a little shrug and did the same. After quite a while of just sitting and appreciating things, my feet were beginning to get cold and I glanced over at Helen, and she had a far-away dreamy look, as she gazed downstream. ‘Hah, got her!’ I thought, then gently I said, “Helen? It’s getting late, we should head back now don’t you think?”

She shook her head, looked at me and smiled and said, “Yes, you are right Bethany.” So we put our sandals back on, and walked home companionably, she so lost in thought that I don’t think she noticed that I held her hand all the way home.

When we finally got there and let ourselves in, I could hear the record player upstairs, and knew Ashley was back so I said, “Well I’d better go see how Ashley’s day was, it’s been a wonderfull time thanks!”

Helen looked at me for a minute, then reached out and hugged me tight, “Oh, Bethany, it has been a wonderfull day, you’ve made me feel young again! Thank you so very much!” she said into my ear, and then I felt a tear drop on my bare shoulder, and I just hugged her until she got herself under control, and let go.

I looked at her seriously, and said, “Don’t thank me Helen, I wouldn’t be able to think of anything nicer than spending the day with someone I love like I have.”

It was probably the thing to say, but it neccessitated my having to hold her again, this time maybe a little longer. Finally she let go and looked at me with moist eyes, and said.”I love you too Bethany, now run along and see Ashley, I need to change anyway.”

We smiled at each other for a minute, and I said, “Ok, see ya!” and headed upstairs.

Sneaking In

“Hey Ashley! How were your folks?” I asked as I entered the apartment.

“Oh, there you are, they’re fine, were you out with Helen?” she asked from the couch.

“Yeah!” I said as I sat next to her, “We got done and went to the park, had a good time too. So, what are you up to tonight?”

“We, are going to a concert!” she said with a grin.

“Concert? Where, and who’s playing?” I asked.

“We’re going to go to sneak in at the Filmore and catch Curtis Mayfield, he’s doing a impromptu weeknight gig there tonight!” she said with satisfaction.

“Really?” I asked, then, “Sneak In?”

She grinned at me and said, “That’s the plan, are you feeling like a little adventure?”

“Um, ok, so what should I wear?” I questioned.

“Something funky,” she recommended, “like maybe that chocholate colored cotton skirt, the flowered collarless blouse and the calfskin vest I convinced you to get, with plenty of beads and some of those little flower clips in your hair, you know the ones I mean?” I nodded and she continued, “Oh, and put on flats, were gonna do a little climbing too!” and smiled conspiratoraly at me.

“Alright, I’ll get changed,” I said and got up off the couch.

“Me too! This will be fun!” she declared, “you’ll see!”

We got ready, and when we were ready we looked like many of the girls that you could see wandering around the streets in the neighborhood we lived in. A hippie funky look that was understated but still more feminine than I thought it might be when I first started getting dressed. We headed out, and I saw no sign of Helen as we skipped out the door and down the stoop in a flurry of illicit good humor, giggling about our coming escapade. “You’ve done this before?” I asked.

“Yep, old hand at it, just you stick with me!” We walked talking and laughing in high spirits to the old Majestic, which everyone now knew as the Filmore. When we arrived, Ashley put one finger to her lips and led me to the side of the building, and down the sidewalk where a large cargo type truck was parked. In the shadows between the truck and the building, Ashley leaned over and whispered into my ear, “This truck belongs to the moving company across the street, and even though there is ‘no parking’ signs along here, they park it here every weeknight. We need to climb to the top of the truck, c’mon!”

She led me to the top of the truck then while we crouched down she hissed to me, “Jump!” and she did, jumped right across the sidewalk from the top of the truck to the window ledge across from us, using a cable that was running along the second story for some reason to grab ahold of, then she lifted the window and entered, looking back out she waved for me to come on. I took a breath, and did it, it wasn’t far, or hard, but I nearly pee’d my panties that first time.

Once inside she gestured me to follow her, and I found myself in a restroom, women’s apperantly since there were no urinals, and we went into a stall and closed the door. We sat and shared a seat on the toilet and she whispered in my ear, “Now we have to wait until the show starts, it’ll be about an hour and a half or so.” I looked at her questioningly, and she said, “We didn’t want to do this when the streets start getting crowded”.

I whispered to her, “Why not just buy a ticket?” and she looked at me with bright eyes, and I said, “Oh!”

We hung out for a while and listened to the emplyees making noises in the building, then I asked, “What is that cable out there that we grabbed to get in here?”

She whispered back, “This old brick building became a little unstable or something at some point after an earthquake, and the cables were attached to stabilize it or something.”

We hung out until we heard the music start up and people started coming in to use the bathroom, then we exited and went out on the floor. I’d never thought about Curtis Mayfield one way or the other, but he gave a great show, and we danced and enjoyed the vibes of the place until the wee hours of the morning.

As we were leaving Ashley said to me, “There now, wasn’t that better than paying?”

Thinking about the excitement level from the illicit activity and how much it colored our enjoyment of the music, and the whole experience for that matter, I had to nod at her.

When we got back to the apartment, we barely took the time to get ready for bed before we passed out in each other’s arms, we were so exhausted.

Eating Healthy

“Good morning sleepy head!”

Waking up, I lifted my head and looked at Ashley, “Good morning” I mumbled as we disentangled ourselves.

“Shall we go grocery shopping this morning Beth?,” Ashley asked, “We need some things, and today would be a good time to do it from the look of the weather.”

I looked out the window and saw it was gray and foggy, the clouds must have been thick, because when I looked at the clock I realised we had slept in, it was almost eleven. “That sounds good, we must have tuckered ourselves out last night to sleep so late!” I pointed out.

“Yeah, we did, I woke up around ten, but I let you sleep in, you looked like you were so comfortable, I just held you and acted lazy.” Ashley replied.

We got up and got ready to go shopping, finally wearing a white blouse with a denim jumper, and flats, I was ready. We went down the stairs and could hear Helen’s TV from her room. We went out and left for the store.

We worked our way down to 9th Street, and went to a place called New Age Grains, they had great food, the fruits, veggies, and herbs were all fresh, and looked fantastic. We bought a week worth of food, and spent about thirty-five dollars, it was amazing. As we came out of the store, it started raining. “Wait here with the bags, and I’ll call someone I know and see if they can give us a ride” Ashley said and popped back in the store.

A little while later after watching the rain come down, she came back out and said, “Okay, a guy I know is going to come by in a few minutes, so keep an eye out for a red and white VW bus.”

We stood around and chitchatted for a while and kept an eye out in both directions for our ride. “There he is!” said Ashley as the VW came up the street, we picked up our bags and waited for him to pull up. As the bus came to a stop in front of us, a guy with long hair and glasses slid the side door back and said, “Hi Ashley! Come on, before you two get wet!”

We handed in the bags, climbed in and sat down and another long haired curly headed guy in the drivers seat called back, “Hey Ashley, long time no see man!”

“Hi Paul!” said Ashley as the van took off, “I hoped I would catch you guys before practice”.

“Yeah, man. We’re headed over to do that now, do you wanna come man?” Paul called back.

“Well we should get back with the groceries” Ashley pointed out.

“Aww, you know you can put them in the walk-in man!” said Paul, then he asked, “So who’s that with you man?”

“This is Bethany, Bethany, this is Paul, and the serious one over there is Kelly.” Ashley told me.

“I’m not serious, I’m stoned, there is a difference you know.” Said Kelly, then he grinned over his shoulder and said, “But it’s cool man, ya know?”

“Well okay, we’ll go over to listen to you practice” Ashley decided.

“Cool! Bobby will be glad to see you, he thought maybe you’ve been ducking him man!” said Paul.

Ashley looked over to me and explained, “Paul, Kelly, and another guy named Don, are in Bobby’s band, the band’s name is the China Basin, which isn’t very original, I think that’s where they were getting stoned whe they were thinking up the name.”

“Very funny, ha, ha, man” intoned Paul from the drivers seat.

We rode over to pine street and stopped at a house that had a big garage on the side, and we all piled out, “Hey you two, you invited us, so you can carry our bags in and put them in the refridgerator!” said Ashley.

“Sure man,” said Paul, “Hey watcha got in here man?”

“Stay out of those bags and just put them away you moocher!” Ashley told him.

We all went into the large garage, and found Bobby and what must have been Don, waiting inside, there was amps and speakers spread around with mics, a drumset and a couple of guitars scattered about. Paul and Kelly carried our bags to the far side of the garage where some chairs and a table sat. They opened a large, thick door on the side wall, and revealed a big walk-in refridgerator, and put the bags in before coming back. Bobby had come over and was kissing Ashley, then pulled away and gave me a little wave, “Hey Bethany, how’s it going?”

“Ok” I returned.

“So how come you’ve been so scarce the last couple of days?” He asked Ashley.

“Well, I’ve been helping Bethany get familiar with her new home, and yesterday I did the parent thing, you know?” Ashley answered.

“Yeah, so how were they?” he inquired.

“Fine, are you guy’s ready for the concert Friday?”

“Yeah!” Bobby replied with excitement, “We just want to keep the edge on, right?” Ashley nodded to him, “So anyway, have a seat, we’re gonna run through our set.” Bobby said as the guys started moving around turning on amps, picking up instruments, and doing sound checks.

While they were occupying themselves getting ready, Ashley and I sat down at the table, and holding his guitar, trailing it’s wire, Kelly came up and handed Ashley a joint, “Here, you can finish this for me, it’s some fine red bud Columbian I got yesterday.”

Ashley thanked him, took a deep puff, and holding her breath, squeeked to me with one eyebrow raised, “Would you like to? It does taste good!” So I took a puff, and started to cough explosively almost immediately.

The guys all laughed and Don remarked, “Yeah, Kelly always does get the best stuff!”

I handed back the joint to Ashley as they started the first tune, ‘Turtle Blues’, and Ashley and I sat and listened as they played. They were actually pretty good, and Bobby had a wonderfully throaty deep voice when he sang. We sat and puffed on the joint and listened appreciatively, somewhere into the second song, we finished the joint, and I had actually almost stopped the coughing thing by the last few puffs.

They ran through their set, and we grooved on the music and the pot, until Ashley turned to me and said, “What do you think?”

“I think they are actually pretty good! Was it hearing Bobby’s singing voice that made you hot for hiim?” I asked with a smile.

I think, as Ashley turned back towards the music, that she blushed when she nodded. We sat in a drifting musical daze, and listened to them play, I was feeling very comfortable and at peace.

After they were done practicing, Ashley promised Bobby she would go out that night, the guys loaded up the van, and then Paul and Kelly, who seemed inseperable, took Ashley and I home.

Coming in the door with our bags, Helen called from the parlour, “Is that you Bethany?”

I went to the door, and said, “Yes, hello Helen”

“Steve called earlier, and said he’d call back later this evening around seven, and try to catch you.” She told me.

‘Seve called!’ I thought happily, then I said, “Well, Ashley is going out with Bobby tonight, and I’m going to wait for Steve’s call, so would you like to have dinner togeather? We bought some great looking veggies at the store today.” I suggested.

“That’s a good Idea!” said Ashley, “It’s always nice to have company for dinner!”

“Sounds wonderfull,” said Helen, “I have some pork chops we can dust with paprika and bake.”

“Ok, we’ll put this stuff away, and I’ll be down in a little bit” I said as Ashley and I started up the stairs.

After Ashley had left on her date, and Helen and I had eaten a meal that I enjoyed so much that I suspected the pot from this afternoon had influenced my tastebuds, we went into the parlour. Sipping green tea and chatting, I was getting more and more fidgety waiting for Steve’s call when Helen asked, “Why are you getting so nervous? You know Steve likes you, He’ll call, don’t worry so!”

I thought about it for a minute, and said, “Well, I’m sure he likes me, but I worry if he’ll tire of me or something I guess…”

Helen laughed, suprising me, “You don’t have to worry dear, you are attractive, charming, and sexy, I don’t think he’ll get bored yet!” she told me with a smile.

Even so, the last half-hour until seven, dragged on and on.

Ring, Ring! I almost fell out of my seat when the phone rang even though I had been waiting for it. I looked at Helen and she said, “Don’t you think you better get that?” and got up and left for the kitchen.

“Hello?” I asked the reciever.

“Hi Bethany!” Steve rumbled into my ear, and my stomach settled down as a warm feeling replaced my butterflys.

“Steve, it is so good to hear your voice, I missed you!” I said in a rush.

Later that evening, when Ashley and I were sitting on our bed, and she had told me all the intimate details of her date, she asked, “So, did Steve call?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, “We talked for over an hour, he was so sweet to me over the phone, he is going with me to the band’s concert at the park.” I said dreamily.

“Well, then it’s probably time for bed little one, we both need our sleep.” She said as we got into bed and turned out the lights. From in her arms, I said into her chest, “I love you Ashley”

“I love you to Beth, now go to sleep.” She murmured to me.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 6)

The Concert In The Park

Friday evening finally came, and I had dressed in a black mini-skirt, a foam-green silk blouse with ruffles on the collar and cuffs, and my four inch black strap pumps, I had a black velvet choker with a small cameo on the front, and finished off with two silver butterfly hair clips sweeping my hair back so my face was framed by my shag-cut bangs, ‘Wow, I look good enough to eat!’ I thought as I smiled to myself in the mirror. ‘I hope Steve thinks so too!’ I smiled to myself a little broader.

Ashley had already left to be with the band while they set up, so I came out of the bathroom and decided to go downstairs and wait for Steve in the parlour. Grabbing my purse, I clacked down the stairs.

“Oooo!” cooed Helen when I came into the parlour, “I think Steve is going to get lucky tonight!”

I blushed, but she had an honest smile for me, so I said in a little voice, “I was actually hoping to be the lucky one tonight.” And smiled timidly at her.

Her smile grew bigger and she said, “There is something wrong with him if you don’t realise your hope looking like that!” and we both giggled.

After a bit of small talk, there was a knock at the door, and I jumped up and answered it. “My lady!” Steve said galantly, and took my hand, bowed, then he brought it to his mouth and kissed it, and he still didn’t seem rediculous to me doing it. He gave me my hand back, and looked into my eyes. Big brown eyes…

A little later we walked to the Panhandle hand-in-hand, and enjoyed the evening and each other’s company. We milled around with the crowd, and took it all in, and after the music had been playing a while, I took Steve’s hand and led him off from the noise and crowds a little ways. We came to a low rock wall well away from the concert doings, and sat in the dark and listened for a while, then Steve turned, took me into his arms, and started kissing me.

We were just kissing, but we were both getting pretty hot, and at one point when he was nibbling at my neck, I looked down and saw that his slacks were a little tented with his excitement. “Mmm, I wish we could leave,” I said breathily, “Bobby and Ashley are going to expect us to be here after the concert.”

“Mmm, Hmm.” He murmured into my neck.

I suddenly had an inspiration, so I broke our clench, got up, and sat down sideways on his thighs so he could hold me, and started kissing him again. After a bit, I opened my purse while he was distracted by my neck again, unstoppered my little bottle of oil, and rubbed some on my palms, then I reached down between us and unzipped his fly, found the slit in his boxers, and pulled him out and rubbed him. He had stopped paying attention to me now, and was sitting very still, “Umm, what are you doing?” he whispered desparatly to me.

I swiveled around until my back was to him, lifted myself up a little, moved back, reached behind me, lifted my skirt in back, and pulled my panties off my cheeks. I hoped my aim was good, or lucky or whatever, and sat down in his lap. I made a sound that I somehow cut off, but he said, “Jesus!” fairly loudly.

We both sat quietly for a while, and watched the people to see if anyone had noticed anything, finally satisfied they hadn’t I considered what to do now. I certainly couldn’t bounce up and down or anything obvious like that, and while the tops of my stockings were showing on the sides of my thighs where my dress was hiked up towards the back, Steve had noticed and solved that problem by holding my thighs and covering me there with his hands. So now what? I considered. Finally, not knowing if it would work, I tried pushing, like I was going potty, then suddenly clenching as hard as I could. Steve moaned, which told me I was on to something, I could feel his pulse beating in me, and it seemed fast, so I knew I was getting to him. Pushing and clenching was something I had to concentrate on at first, but after a while I fell into a rhythm, and was sort of enjoying the novelty, but I was getting pretty tired by the time I heard him wimper, and grab my hips painfully as he stiffened and paid me for all my efforts. After his breathing slowed and I could tell he’d gotten soft again, I lifted myself off, and he came out of me with a little pop, which almost made me giggle. I sat on his legs sideways again, dug in my purse, and got out a hanky, reached between us, resting my head on his shoulder, and wiped him off, then tucked him back in and zipped him up. Through the whole operation, he just sat there stiffly and didn’t move a muscle, I was getting worried that I had really upset him when he said into my ear, “God, that was fantastic!”

He kissed me gently a few times, and then we got up and I was able to re-arrange my clothes without being too obvious, and we went over to enjoy the rest of the concert.

When the music ended, we went over to where the band was loading equipment, and Steve helped them while I sat in the grass with Ashley and talked.

Later we met the band at the International House of Pancakes, and had a midnight breakfast and talked, then Steve drove me home.

Sitting out in his car, Steve kissed me and said, “I think I have to see you tommorrow night.” He looked at me pleadingly “Please?”

I smiled at him thinking what the memory of tonight’s little activity was probably going to do to him, (me too!) and said, “Yes Steve, I’d love to see you tommorrow evening, why don’t you pick me up early?”

“Um, about five?” he asked hesitantly.

I smiled and said, “That sounds good!” and kissed him before going in.

Luckily Ashley hadn’t gotten home yet, so I got ready for bed, crawled in, and acted like I was asleep when she came in. Somehow, I didn’t want to review this date with her.

Life Is Good

That morning I woke up to see Ashley sleeping next to me, laying with her face turned towards mine, her mouth open slightly, her hair drifted over cheek, and down under her chin. She looked so at peace that se seemed angelic. I did not have any desire to disturb the perfection of her heavenly rest. Slowly, so slowly, I eased out of bed, padded silently to the dresser for some underthings, then the closet for a sundress and sandals, and out into the bathroom. With the door closed I showered and got dressed, then came out, brushed my hair, checked to see that Ashley was still asleep, and quietly let myself out.

Mincing down the stairs on tiptoe, I turned at the bottom and slipped back towards the kitchen. I decided that Helen wouldn’t mind if I made myself some tea, and I was at the kitchen table drinking it when Helen came out.

“Good morning Bethany” she said, “You look well rested this morning.”

“I do feel good this morning,” I replied, “and good morning to you too Helen” I raised my cup, “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, that sounds good” she replied setting down, so I got up and fixed it for her.

“Did you have a good time last night dear?” Helen asked as I brought her tea over and sat down.

“Oh yeah. Bobby’s band is actually pretty good, I think if they write some more of their own songs to perform they could do better though.” I remarked, “Bobby really has a nice singing voice, and they all play well.”

“So what are you up to today?” she asked.

“Well, I have a date with Steve at five.” I looked at her, and we smiled at each other, “Ashley is asleep, I think she’s all tuckered out, so I figured I could clean down here a little for you this morning.”

“Don’t be silly Beth,” she said, “you don’t have to do that.”

“No, It’s something to do, and I like to help.” I replied.

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Helen said, “we’ll do it togeather then, the kitchen could use a good wiping down and the floor could use a mopping, we’ll start that when we finish our tea, alright?”

“Ok” I replied brightly.

It was almost two when we had finished the entire downstairs, having given it a good thorough cleaning, Helen had retired to her room to watch her afternoon soaps, and I was standing at the bottom of the stairs considering going and checking on Ashley when I heard the shower start upstairs. I went up and put on Big Brother and the Holding Company’s Cheap Trick album, and sat on the couch to listen and wait for Ashley to come out.

Finally, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels and sat on the couch next to me. “Wow, I really slept in!” she said wonderingly.

“You looked so peacefully asleep this morning that I figured you needed it.” I told her.

“Thanks!” she said kissing me on the cheek, “You’re a sweetheart, so what have you been up to?”

“Well, I’ve been helping Helen, and tonight I have a date with Steve, he’s going to pick me up at five.” I said.

“What’s the matter? Does he need to spend some ‘face’ time with you after not getting you in bed last night?” she smiled slyly at me, “All worked up by the way you looked, and now he needs to show you how much?”

Thinking of last night, and just how ‘worked up’ he might be getting thinking about it, in fact, how much I was getting thinking about it, I said, “Something like that”.

Ashley looked at me funny, but just said, “Well, I have a date with Bobby, sort of a celebration, he and the band are going to the Avalon Ballroom tonight so we can party for their successful gig last night. I think they were all pretty happy with the way it went.”

“Yeah, they seemed to think it went well at the IHOP last night.” I allowed.

“So, anyway, we have some time, why don’t we get the beads and findings we’ve got, and put togeather some jewelry, I’m gonna need some new stuff tonight.” She suggested.

So we did, spending the rest of the afternoon at the table making jewelry and chatting, a relaxed, comfortable afternoon.

Ashley was still working at the table when I decided I’d better get ready, I went into the bathroom and showered, and used the ‘Chinese Flowers’ oil afterwards, it felt wonderfull on my skin, and it was fragrant without being too strong. I felt really good as I went into the bedroom to decide what to wear. I thought about it for a minute, and that made me think of last night, and that made me decide that I wanted very sexy underwear under something casual. I knew I wanted him to take me over to his place, and I was just going to get out of whatever dress I had on, so something casual would be easiest. I just grabbed a cotton dress with a full skirt that was white with little roses sprinkled on it, because it zipped on the side under the arm, and that seemed simplest. Wanting as much skin available for sensations as possible, I used plenty of spirit gum, and just picked out a bra and panties set in black silky material that on both had a little rose applique on the front. I went back to the closet, and liking what heels did for my legs and walk, I put on some white open-toed four inch pumps that had a cloth rose attatched on the top. I stood for a minute quite happy with the coordinated outfit I had assembled, then went out to look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom.

“That’s a fresh look” Ashley complimented me as I came out.

“Thanks, I think it works well” I said as I headed to the bathroom.

“It does!” she assured me.

Looking at myself, I was pretty happy too, the basic red polish I had put on yesterday really went well with it, and was holding up, I just needed to re-touch my fingernails from the housework this morning and I’d be ready.

I came out and looked at the clock, four thirty! ‘How did this take so long?’ I wondered as I retrieved the red polish and sat down on the couch to put some on.

I answered the door, and there was Steve, he looked me over appreciatively, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and said,”Ready to go?”

I already had my white patent leather purse over my shoulder, so I said simply, “Yes” and we left.

In the car he asked me, “Are you hungry?”

“Only for you.” I said brazenly, do you have reservations some where?”

“No, I figured I’d see what you wanted first.” He told me.

“Good, let’s go to your place and work up an appetite!” I said with a grin.

He shook his head, but as he started the car he was grinning too, so I knew it was all right.

Once we had gotten there, I didn’t satisfy myself with him having unbuttoned shirts or anything like that, I wanted him au’natural, so I stripped off my dress, kicked off my shoes, and then I slowly undressed him, took his hand, and slipped under the covers pulling him in after me.

We kissed and fondled for a while, and he finally said, “That thing you did at the concert last night,” he paused, shook his head and continued, “well, you nearly gave me a heart attack”

“Oh?” I asked, “You didn’t like that?” I asked, then I couldn’t believe he actually started to blush.

“You DID like it!” I teased, then I thought about what all this behavior meant, “Well, I like it the other way we did it most of the time, but it was fun, do you want it that way again?”

Now it was definite, he was blushing, so just smiling, I got the bottle out of my purse, oiled him, got on my knees on either side of his stomach, pulled the back of my panties down, reached behind me and used my fingers to line him up, and sat back onto him. This was better, I thought, as I looked down into his face, I started to do the push-clench thing, and his eyes rolled up and he started breathing through his mouth, making little grunting sounds. I wasn’t getting as much out of this, but I did like watching him react to my ministrations. My only concern was that I was discovering my muscles were sore from doing this the night before, and I was tiring quickly tonight.

Just about the time every erg of willpower I had would not see me through another minute of this, he grabbed my hips again, (they turned out to be sore from his doing this last night too!) and started a long extended moaning grunt, and I could feel him finishing, when he did, I collapsed next to him and hurt for a moment before I fell asleep exhausted.

“Bethany,” I heard far away, “Bethany,” closer, “Bethany, wake up, I should take you home.” I opened my eyes and looked up into his big brown eyes.

I was sore, but a little fondling convinced him to do it the way I liked it, and his kissing me helped me ignore the soreness as he had me.

“When can I see you again?” he asked as we were parked outside of my place.

I thought about it for a moment, and knowing my muscles needed a rest, I said, “Why don’t we plan on going to dinner Thursday? A nice, but not too nice place, say about seven o’clock?”

“That sounds great!” He enthused. We kissed and I got out and went inside.

Woman’s Responsibility Explained

I got ready for bed, but the excitement and admittedly, the soreness, from my evening, were not combining to make me sleepy. So I put on Simon and Garfunkle’s Sounds of Silence album and started removing my nail polish. I sat and worked at my nails and thought about Steve.

I knew he was attracted to me, and I new I was giving him quite a bit of gratification, but I thought that if I wanted this to last for much longer, I had to charm him in non-sexual ways too. I pondered this for a while, and when I was looking for a new color of polish in the top dresser drawer, something occurred to me. Going back and sitting down, I started painting my nails with the pink polish I had picked out, and thinking about my Idea.

Ashley came in as I was letting my nails dry, and said.”You’re home!”

“For a little while now, go ahead and get ready for bed, and then I’d like to ask for some advice, ok?” I asked.

“Ok, just a quick shower, and I’ll meet you in bed!” she called out throwing her purse on the dresser, going into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes, collecting a nightie and entering the bathroom.

My nails were dry enough to move around carefully now, so I went in and sat on the side of the bed and thought some more, waving my hands to make the polish harden. Finally, Ashley came in, hopped up on the bed, and said, “So, what’s up?”

I climbed up and sat cross-legged in front of her and said, “I think I have to appeal to Steve on some other levels if I want him to keep appreciating me, I mean, everything’s going fine, but I just feel like there should be more levels to it, do you know what I mean?”

She nodded at me, “Yeah, it is easy for guys to get into a rut. They get fairly instant gratification, it’s built right into them, so they don’t even try to work at it sometimes, and so they miss a lot that can be good, but they don’t take the time for.

I thought about that for a minute, I could see what she meant, and thinking about it, I could see how it fit with what I had been sensing and thinking. I looked at her and could see her waiting for me to work it all out. “Yeah, I think that is like what I’m talking about, I mean, to get him to enjoy being with me in other ways, I am going to have to insist on doing new things.”

“Yeah, sure! It’s a woman’s job!” she said matter of factly.

“Huh” I responded blankly.

“Well sure hon, a guy won’t do anything but get in your panties, and whatever else intrests him, unless we insist he do other things to get into our panties. They would miss out on most new, fun, and good experiences if we weren’t the ones to make them have them.” She said.

I had to think about that, Ashley could tell I was wrapping my mind around it, so she got up and went to get herself some tea.

When she came back and was sitting sipping her tea, I said, “So you’re saying it’s our responsibility in a relationship with a man, to use sex to get them to do what we want them to do, for their own good?”

“Of course!” she agreed.

I couldn’t find a flaw in her logic, knowing men, she was definitely right! It floored me, I understood, and it made perfect sense, but the male part of me seemed to think there was something wrong, but then again, looking at it from the other side, I knew that any man, even my masculine self, would enjoy the attention and direction from a woman, if doing what she wanted ultimatly got him what he wanted. Further, the experiences he would have doing those things would enrich his life and probably be some of his fondest memories. “Wow!” was all I could say.

Ashley nodded knowingly at me, “Sure hon, we have to work at it harder in the long run, but the attatchment grows more with every demand we make. Eventually you can even depend on them.”

“Wow,” I said again.

“Anyway, I had this Idea that I would have him take me out to Ocean Beach, and go to playland.” I said, “what do you think?”

“That sounds good, I haven’t done that in a long time, Hey! We could double date, I haven’t made Bobby take me there yet, and they could compete with each other on the midway to win us stuffed animals and things like that. Somehow they bind better with you if they compete for you! What do you think?” she asked.

Now I laughed, “That sounds good, how about Saturday? I have a date with Steve Thurday, and I could ask him then.”

“Nope, you’re missing the point, unless he says he honestly can’t because of a prior commitment, he should, so just tell him you want to go. He’ll go, bet on it!” she stated.

I laughed again, “Ok I’ll do it!”

“Good! I’ll tell Bobby, now all we have to do is go shopping!” she said in a satisfied voice.

“Shopping?” I asked.

“Well sure, I told you we would have to work on it harder than they do, so now we have to find the perfect cute outfits we can wear for them, so they can dream of what showing us a good time will get them.” She grinned at me.

I grinned back.

Perfect Cute Outfits

“Wake up sleepy head.” I heard Ashley say into my hair.

Waking up with Ashley and getting ready for the day was getting to be my fondest daily routine.

Once we were ready to go out, having had toast again for breakfast, we went down to Market to catch the street car, and made our way north again to the Cannery. It was a great shopping mall, with lots of little shops and some casual young women’s shops, so we hoped to find the clothes we were looking to wear to an amusement area like Playland there. We tried on lots of things, and Ashley had already found something that had satisfied her, and that I thought she looked deliciously cute in too, but we couldn’t find what I was looking for. “Let’s go over to Ghirardeli, and look around, maybe one of the shops there will have something right for you.” Ashley suggested.

We looked around for a while in the shops, stopped for a salad for lunch, and went back to looking, finally I said in a disparing voice, “I’ll never find what I want!”

“Well, maybe we just have to think more creatively, lets go back and look at some of the less casual stuff, and see if we can find some things we can piece togeather.” Ashley suggested.

“Look at this!” Ashley called from a rack a little ways away, so I went over to see what she had found.

“That’s cute!” I said, looking at a blouse she was holding up, it was a sleveless white blouse, with a small collar, and darts down under the breasts to shape fit, and the tails had snaps to fasten them under your crotch.

“It will stay neat and trim on you even if you are active with those snaps, and we can find you a skirt or shorts to go with it!” Ashley enthused.

“I like it!” I agreed, and we went over to look at shorts.

“I’ve got it!” I squeeled as I held aloft a pair of white shorts with darts at the hips to give a flare, and a little one inch hem at the bottom with tiny slits at the sides of the thighs. “It’s perfect!”

“I told you we had to work at it a little to make our men happy, but it is worth it, isn’t it!” she said with a grin.

I grinned back at her, flush with success.

“Ok, now all we need is shoes!” she stated.

I groaned, but I couldn’t help smiling.

Once we had found shoes we liked, we decided to go east a couple of blocks to Cost Plus Importers, where we bought some cute teak and shell strings of beads they had in both necklaces and bracelets, to give our outfits a beach flavor for our outing.

“We’re ready for a fun daytrip, and our guys will enjoy themselves because we had the foresight to prepare!” said Ashley.

“So, it’s all for them, so they will have a great day of fun with their ladies, and be better for it, right?"”I asked with a smile.

“That’s right sister!” returned Ashley, and we both laughed.

The rest of the week went quickly, we kept busy, and Ashley visited her parents. I worked with Helen on her garden, and with her housework, and we went to watch the band practice a couple of times, and though I stayed busy, and the time passed, I was happy to be waiting for Steve to pick me up on Thursday night.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 7)

Steve, And A Magical Musical Night Out

I had worn a simple sheath dress in a teal color, with two-inch sandals for my date with Steve. Ashley had done a french braid, that she somehow wove the end back up into, so that it formed a sort of woven bun in back. I don’t know how she managed it, but it really looked classy and feminine.

When Steve arrived we went out to his car, and I said,”Where to tonight?”

He leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss. When he said, “I know a little club with good weeknight live music, and thought we could go there after dinner.” I had to stop and think for a second to figure out that he was answering my question, God he could kiss me out of my mind!

We went to a little casual resturant on Polk Street in the Russian Hill district that made great seafood, and then we were off to the club.

When we got there, I wasn’t sure about the club in North Beach on Vallejo Street, because it looked kind of like a dive, the name on it was Keystone Corner. Steve led me in, took me back to a table next to the bar where an interesting dark haired guy was sitting. “Hey Freddie!” said Steve as we came up.

Freddie looked up and smiled, “Hey Steve! It’s good to see you! How’s your dad?”

“He’s fine, Freddie, this is Bethany Madrigill, Bethany, this is Freddie Herrera, he owns this place.” Steve introduced us.

Freddie looked at me and smiled, “Always ready to meet lovely young ladies,” and turned to Steve, “It’s good to see you out with someone for a change, I was starting to think you were becoming a hermit.”

Steve ignored this comment and asked, “So who is playing tonight Freddie?”

“Elvin Bishop, he couldn’t make his usual Monday night gig this week, so he is playing tonight.” Replied Freddie.

“Ok, he always gives a good performance, Bethany ought to enjoy this, thanks, and have a good evening Freddie!” Steve said leading me away.

You take good care of him Bethany, he needs some fun in his life!” Freddie called after us.

We got a table near the stage, and after Steve had ordered some drinks I asked him, “So what was that all about?”

“That? Oh, you mean Freddie saying I needed some fun?” Steve asked, I nodded and he went on, “Well, I haven’t been dating much since the first of the year, I’ve been studying and working a lot, and haven’t had time.

“Studying what?” I asked.

“Oh, I’ve been taking some courses, ROTC, actually.” He anwered.

“So what are they?” I inquired.

Steve looked at me and said, “Well, it’s some stuff to help me qualify for entering the Air Force Acadamy in Colorado Springs.”

“Really, to like become an officer in the Air Force?” I wondered.

“Yep, I want to fly jets, and I’ll be going in the fall, but I have to go through basic training for six weeks first, so I’ll be going to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio Texas in July.” He informed me.

They started moving around on stage, doing sound tests and such, and Steve and I sat and watched them while I considered what he had told me. On one hand, I knew the maximum amount of time I could expect Steve to keep dating me, on the other hand, I knew how little time I had before he left. I thought maybe it was a good-bad kind of thing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt, so I decided to try and just enjoy his company while I could. That decided, I was reminded by this train of thought, about the trip to Ocean Beach, and Playland. “Steve, this is going to be a nice Saturday according to the weatherman, I was wanting to go to Playland at Ocean Beach!”

Steve smiled at my enthusiasm and said, “That sounds like fun, I haven’t been there in years, it would be nice to visit it one last time.”

“Great, Ashley and Bobby are going too, we were going to meet at Ashley’s and my place about ten o’clock, how does that sound?”

“It sounds good to me, I’ll be there!” he said.

Elvin Bishop got on stage and started playing, and the music was fantastic, Steve and I grooved to the music until the wee hours of the night, the music, the good vibes, and Steve by my side made it one of the most wonderfull experiences of my life. Wishing it had never ended, we went out to the car, and Steve drove me home.

In front of my place, I looked over at Steve and saw him looking back with his big brown eyes.

After a while, Steve murmured into my ear, “I could do this all night.” Then started nibbling on it.

“Well, since you are being so sweet and taking me to Playland Saturday, maybe I could show my appreciation tommorrow night?” I breathed into his ear.

“When should I pick you up?” he whispered as I nibbled on his ear in return.

“Uh, I thought we could just go over to your place?” I whispered timidly, “So maybe about seven?”

“Alright” he almost moaned as I licked his neck.

After a little while, I got out of the car, went inside, and compared dates with Ashley. It was a fine evening that left me with a glow as I fell asleep.

Showing My Appreciation

I spent my day doing laundry and helping around the house, hanging with Helen, I even watched her afternoon soaps with her as Ashley had gone to listen to Bobby’s band practice in the afternoon. By the time I had dinner, and gotten ready for my date with Steve, I had become very ready for him to pick me up. Memories of the good time we’d had the night before, and the sweet necking session we had when he dropped me off, had combined to make me very hot.

I had dressed simply, and had put a satin teddy that I thought was romantic with it’s lacy front, into my purse. I was ready for him in the worst way.

When he arrived, I jumped up, and ran to the door without even excusing myself, leaving Helen in the parlour. “Steve! You’re here!” I cried happily.

“Ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“More than ready to go!” I stated.

We drove over to his place, and I let him hustle me up to his room. I got the feeling that he was feeliing hot too, but I made him wait in the bedroom while I went into his bathroom and changed.

When I came out wearing the teddy over my bra and panties, I stopped just inside the room and looked at Steve looking at me. I saw him squirm ever so slightly, and I knew he was enjoying the sight of me. It practically drove me insane that he wanted me!

I let him watch, as I walked over and around to the bed, and knelt on the foot of it with a big smile. He got up and came around, and leaned down to kiss me. I was shivering with the promise of his kiss, so I reached out and undid his pants, then I pulled them down, and let them slide to the floor, and then I did the same for his boxers. Now I could see how much he wanted me, and I couldn’t resist bending over, on my hands and knees, and taking him in my mouth as he stood at the end of the bed in front of me.

“Jeez!” he half moaned, half said, as I started licking and sucking on him. I could taste his musky scent, and feel his pulse in my mouth, and as I took more of him, I felt him arch his back, and even more pushed into me until I had to swallow. We were just getting started, and I knew I would have to breathe before he finished, so I pulled back, caught a breath, and deliberatly shoved myself back onto him.

“Jesus!” he definitly moaned this time, so I started repeating the process until I think he became weak-kneed enough to need support. He grasped my head as if to steady himself, being good and not forcing anything, letting me do all the work. Every time my nose pressed against his pelvis I could smell him stronger, and this called me back every time I pulled away to take a breath. God he smelled so good.

After a while, he had gotten the rhythm and was sort of moving my head himself, so I let him lead, and he slowly picked up the tempo. I was getting shorter breaths, but we were both getting hotter and hotter, so I let him keep going until he gave me what I had been waiting for.

I think he almost fell on the floor, he wavered for a moment, then staggered around the bed and fell more than lay down. I crawled over to him, and without any mercy said, “Come on, sit up, I want to get your shirt off!”

After removing his shirt, I rolled over on him until I was laying on him, with my head on his chest, I could feel him breathing like he was spent, but I figured after what I’d just done, he could put out some effort, so I started sucking on his nipples, and brought my thigh up against his crotch and started rubbing him with it. I let my hands wander from his chest to his hips and back again as I whirled my tounge around his nipples combined with little sucks.

It didn’t take long at all, ‘Thank God for testosterone’ I thought as he became real interested in me again.

He took me the way I like it, and I didn’t let him rest that time either, I took his soft love into my mouth and got him ready, and in no time I had him in me again the way I like. Now he seemed like a blown out tire, and I settled next to him and lethim hold me for a long while.

Finally, I said, “It’s still early”

“Bethany,” he started, then hesitated. I waited for him to continue, and finally he did, “could you, well, could we, um,” and he hesitated again.

I thought about it for a second, and realized what he wanted, so I straddled him and did it the way he liked it. I enjoyed it more this time, and I guess he did too, since towards the end he kept throwing off my rhythm by giving little uncontrolled thrusts and bucks. It didn’t seem to bother him though, I still had the pleasure of feeling him finish inside of me.

A little later I said, “Well, if we want to enjoy tommorrow, we’d better let you take me home.”

“Mmm, Hmm”, he mumbled, and after a minute he got up, we got dressed, and he took me home.

My toes were still tingling from his kisses as I came in the door, and other parts of me were happy too. Ashley was still out, so I got ready for bed, and fell asleep almost instantly

Amusements

“Wake up sleepy head” Ashley murmered into my hair.

“I became aware of my world, which consisted of the happy warmth of Ashley’s arms and body woven around mine making a protecting shell of warmth and love. “Mmm, comfortable…” I mumbled into her chest.

“Well you need to get up, it is a bright sunny day, and we have a fun day with our guys planned, remember?” she asked.

Now I came fully awake, looked into her smiling face and grinned, “Oh yeah!” I replied with sudden enthusiasm.

She laughed and letting me go said, “You can go first in the shower hon, we have time to get ready, and have a bite before we go.”

We got ready, and had some fresh pineapple for breakfast, I had never considered it breakfast food, but it really was a mouth awakening morning dish.

We spent a little time listening to Bob Dylan on the phonograph, and making small talk, while waiting for the boys to come over.

Bobby came by first, Helen must have let him in, because when he knocked on the door to our rooms was when we first knew he was here. We waited a little longer, but the music had stopped, and I had been listening, so I heard the knock on the front door, and we all went down to see Helen letting in Steve. “Hello everyone! Are we all ready to go?” He asked noticing my canvas purse.

“All ready and raring to go!” Ashley replied to his inquiry, and we all trooped out the door.

“Shall we go in my car?” Steve asked looking down the street at Bobbys little Dodge Valiant.

“Sounds good to me” Bobby agreed, and we all piled into Steves oldsmobile, and headed north to Ocean Beach.

The rides were fun, and the atmophere was one of childish fun, we were all going from one attraction, to the next, laughing, and teasing one another with abandon. After we’d rode most of the rides, we stopped at the booths to get some hot dogs and sodas. “Having fun?” I asked Steve as we sat down at a bench to eat.

He paused to swallow a bite of hot dog and said, “As much as I ever did coming here as a kid” and smiled at me with his eyes flashing his merryment.

“Well I’m having fun too!” I exclaimed, and grinning, I leaned over and licked some mustard from the corner of his mouth. He turned as I started to pull back, and kissed me, the heat of his mouth, the moisture of his tounge, and the aroma of the carnival style food all combined to make me feel wonderful.

“Hey guys!” Said Ashley, “When are you two going to win us ladies a prize at one of the booths?”

Steve and Bobby looked at each other, shrugged, and started to smile. “Well, said Bobby, I can throw a mean dart!”

Steve kept smiling at Bobby and said, “That may be, but I’m no slouch myself, and I do believe I can pitch a baseball at milk cans fairly dependably after those four years of baseball in high school. Now they were smiling at each other differently, and started to look over at the game booths.

Ashley came and sat on the other side of me and said in a stage whisper, “Oh, oh, macho attack!”

The boys just laughed, and headed over to the booths. When they were farther away, I turned to Ashley and said, “You are shameless!”

“Me!” declared Ashley, “You almost wet those shorts in public a minute ago when Steve was kissing you!”

Blushing, I looked at my feet for a second, and said, “I couldn’t help it” in a small voice.

Ashley laughed, and said, “Well we better go catch up to the boys and Ooh, and Ahh, at their performance to encourage them.

I just slapped at her arm as we got up and went after the guys.

Sitting on the beach, with a large pink tiger sitting on one side of me, and Steve on the other, I thought that maybe I should be embarrassed about clinging on to a big pink stuffed animal. Steve had performed some great feats of tossing for it, working through several rounds to get a large one for me, and somehow, it made it special. ‘He won it for me!’ I thought, and felt only warmth and satisfaction when I held it.

We sat on the beach, and watched the sun set, we were all done in, and just stopped at a Dairy Queen just outside of the park for a quick bite. When we got home, I collected a quick kiss from Steve, made a date for Monday night, and we went up to our room.

We changed into our nighties, put on the Doors Strange Days album, and sat on the couch. I would have been feeling a little silly holding my pink tiger in my arms if Ashley wasn’t sitting next to me holding her blue bear that Bobby had won for her. We both sat companionably and listened to the music as we sighed our satisfaction with the day.

Eventually Ashley said, “Well, the boys are richer, as we are for having them take us, wouldn’t you agree?” I could only happily nod my head.

Later, “We should get some sleep punkin’ “ Ashley told me wistfully, so we went to bed, all four of us, two girls, one large tiger, and one large bear.

Monday, Monday

The rest of the weekend went in a lazy do nothing special way, and Monday during the day was spent with more grocery shopping followed by getting stoned watching the band practice. I’d had dinner with Helen, and helped her clean up afterwards. By the time Steve was to come by and pick me up, I was feeling relaxed and happy.

He finally arrived and took me out to a club called El Matador, it was a nice place with some live music by someone I didn’t know, but who was fairly good. We sat for a while drinking and having some small talk between songs, and when the canned music started up after the live show Steve asked, “So were you still interested in working at the center? I know they need people on the weekend for part time.”

“Really?” I asked cautiously, “do you really think they would hire me?”

“Oh sure, they need people, and I can set it up for you,” he said, “you would just have to come by to meet the director, fill out a formal application, and you can be working by this weekend.”

“Why do they need people on the weekends? I thought it was a daycare thing.” I asked.

“Oh, it’s the working class section of town, and a lot of those people work weekends, and it’s hard for them to get anyone to take care of their kids then, so it’s actually a little busier than usual, at least on Saturday.” He replied.

“Ok, it sounds good” I agreed.

“Good,” he said, “I’ll call you tommorrow night and tell you when to go down to talk to Henry, he’s the director, and the guy you’ll have to talk to so you can get started.”

“Alright, thanks Steve” I told him with a smile.

“No, no thanks needed, they really do need help down there, and I think you’d be great with the kids!” He said.

I wasn’t so sure about that last part, I hadn’t spent much time with younger kids, and had never babysitted for any before. We had some more small talk, and Steve took me home, before I got out of his car, he kissed my toes off.

I fell asleep that night in Ashley’s arms, glad to have the security of her embrace. I might never have gotten to sleep without it, nervous thoughts about having a job were racing through my head right up until my last conscious moment.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 8)

Getting A Job With A Climax

Steve had called the next day, and had told me to come in today, Wednesday, to see the director of the Community Center, we had also arranged to meet this evening. I had plans to show him my gratitude for getting me the job if it worked out, or to let him console me if it didn’t. Either way, I knew that after the nervous tension all this would give me, I would want Steve in the worst way.

I had put on a nice calf length sleevless summer dress that had a nice pattern with big and little dots running down the skirt in bands, and some three-inch heels with open toes. My make up was conservative, basic red lipstick and polish, very little rouge, and a touch of smoky grey eyeshadow just on my eyelids. I felt I looked as good as I could for what amounted to a Job interview.

I worked my way over to third on public transportation, even though Steve had offered to drive me, because I wanted to get to know the route I would be taking. When I got to the Community Center, I steeled myself, and went in and asked a lady inside if I could see the director. She led me to an office with no door where a nice middle aged man with greying hair was sitting behind a steel desk.

“Um, hello, my name is Bethany Madrigill?” I hesitantly introduced myself.

“Oh yes!” the man behind the desk said, standing up and offering his hand, “Steve told me about you, it is very nice to meet you."

“It is nice to meet you too Sir” I replied shaking his hand.

“Please call me Henry, every one does. Why don’t you have a seat Bethany?” he said politely.

After we had seated ourselves he said, “I’m very happy that you are considering coming to help us out, the job only pays minimum wage, but we are like a family here. We really need some people to fill in the weekend shifts, somehow we are cronically short-handed for Saturday and Sunday.”

“Oh, I am free on weekends, and it would be perfect for me.” I said smiling encouragingly.

“Great!” he said, “Well, you’d be working in the daycare with three other girls taking care of about thrity seven kids between four and seven years of age. They are a real handfull, but we try to come up with enough activities to keep them busy. How does that sound?”

“It sounds good to me, I like kids!” I tried to sound enthusiastic.

“Good! Well then, welcome aboard,” Henry said rising up and offering his hand again, “Margret, the woman who showed you to my office, will have some papers for you to sign. If you would go see her, you can start this Saturday, Ok?”

I shook his hand again and said, “Ok! Thank you Henry!”

He laughed and said, “Oh no! Thank you, if those girls went much longer without any help, I think I would need to fill more spots soon!”

I left his office and went back out to the front where I saw Margret talking to someone, as I waited for her to finish, I saw her notice me, finish her conversation, and come over. “So you are going to come on board with us?” she inquired.

“Um, yes’m” I said.

“Great!” she seemed genuinly enthusiastic, “I have a basic application for you to fill out for our records, and a W4 form, and that’s it, alright?”

“Fine” I said as she led me over to a metal desk and filing cabinet against one wall.

She handed me two forms, and explained what to fill out on each, and being pretty basic, I was done in just a couple of minutes, then she surprised me by hugging me and saying, “Welcome to the family! We all will be so glad to have you here. We are here at seven so we can set up and receive the early drop-offs ok?”

I smiled a big smile at her and said’ “Ok, I am looking forward to it, thank you!”

“Not at all dear, we’ll see you Saturday!” she returned.

I left, walked out the door, and continued on north towards Mission, almost stunned by how easy it had gone. ‘I have a job!’ I thought happily to myself, I already felt more independent. I was feeling so good, I just walked all the way to Market, up Market, down Hermann, and home.

When I came in the door, Ashley popped out of our room and came rushing down the stairs, “Did you get it?” she asked.

“Yep” I replied as she hit the bottom and threw herself into my arms giving me a big hug.

“I knew you would! So, does it sound like you are gonna like it?” she asked.

“Yes, I think I will! Everyone there was so nice, and I liked them too.” I said.

“C’mon,” said Ashley, “Helen’s in her garden out back, I’m sure she’d like to hear about it!”

So we trooped out and told Helen my good news.

Later after dinner, Steve picked me up, we went over to his house, and took ourselves up to his room, sat on his bed, and I told him how it went.

“Well, then,” he said finally, “I’m glad it worked out for you.”

“I just thought you might let me show you how grateful I am to you Steve” I said leaning over and kissing him. We did that for a while, then I got up and undressed him, kicked off my shoes, slipped off my dress, and fondled him until he was definitly in the mood to let me show him. I then proceeded to take him in me and do the push-clench thing he loved, and his finishing in me made me feel like heaven. After a little teasing, he was ready again, so I said, “Let’s try something new” and I laid face down on the bed and raised my ass a little, looking back at him with a big smile on my lips. He looked at my ass for a second, and I could see his excitement make little jerks, and bob up and down a couple of times. Finally he looked into my eyes, smiled a big smile for me, got between my legs and entered me. As he lay on my back, filling me with our need, he started nibbling the nape of my neck as he moved in me. I was transported to a place I hadn’t reached yet, and after a time, as his movements became more urgent, I felt myself spiral upwards and suddenly explode. He took a few moments to finish, and I was coming back down enough from my orgasm to enjoy his finishing in me. I thought as he rolled off, ‘God that was good!’ and it was!

After a few moments, I pulled up the back of my panities, got up and went into the bathroom, took my panties off, rinsed them out, and squeeze-dryed them before putting them back on. When I went back in the bedroom, seeing the man who had given me the sexiest moment of my young life laying there, I couldn’t help going over and taking him in my mouth. It didn’t take as long as I thought it might before he had gifted me with the seed of his love.

When he took me home, he kissed my toes off, and sent me off on clouds of feelings, that I took with myself to bed that night. I fell asleep with the pink tiger in my arms, somehow that silly stuffed animal was making me feel closer to Steve.

Working Girl

Thursday and Friday went by slowly for me, I was filled with anxiety and anticipation about my new job. Thurday night I went on another ‘sneak-in’ at the Filmore with Ashley, we saw Deep Purple, and Blue Oyster Cult. I’d filled both daytimes with various activities such as some minor shopping with Ashley, some gardening with Helen, and in cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, including the laundry. Friday night I went out with Steve, and we went to a cute little place called Tosca’s on Columbus Avenue. I was shown the famous Opera jukebox, and a very good time by Steve. We partied until the wee hours of the night, and had a memorable evening.

Finally it was Saturday morning it was the last day of May, I had gotten out of bed at five-thirty, using Ashley’s alarm clock for the first time since living with her. I spent about the first ten minutes just watching her sleep, and then got ready for work. I used the corset that Ashley had convinced me to buy. Even though she had convinced me to buy it to turn on Steve in the bedroom, I was wearing it today because it would make it easier to fit into the cotton dress I had decided to wear on my first day at work. I had picked out a cotton dress that had a satin liner built in, it was in a hunter green, with sleeves that went down to just below the elbows, and a full, calf-length skirt. I wore nude hose, and white panties, garter belt and bra. The shoes I had picked out were what I thought were sensible two-inch pointed toe low heels. I did my makeup conservatively just as I had for the interview. Clip on pearl earrings, a pearl string bracelt, and a chest-length strand of pearls around my neck, all imitation of course, finished my ‘working girl’ ensemble.
I made it to the Community Center with time to spare, so when I went up to the door about fifteen minutes early, I wasn’t sure the door would be open. It was though, and inside I saw Margret. “Good morning!” I said brightly.

“Bethany!” called Margret, “Good! You’re here early, come along, and I’ll show you the room you’ll be working in.” she gestured me to follow her into a hall, and as I followed she said, “Katie’s here and I’ll introduce you two, she takes care of the planning, and the schedule for your age group.”

We turned into a classroom size room, with a wall of boxes containing toys on one side, another wall with empty boxes with childrens names on each, a sink and cupboards, and round tables with metal tube and wooden seat, child size chairs scattered about the room. We walked up to an attractive thirty-something woman and Margret said, “Katie, this is your new girl Bethany, Bethany this is Katie, ok you two I’ve got to go. Good luck on your first day Bethany!” and she headed right back out and down the hall again.

Katie and I were smiling at each other, and I said’ “Margret seems very efficient!”

“Oh she is,” replied Katie, “a veritable dynamo, I don’t think Henry could run this place without her. So, shall we set up?”

“Sure! What should I do first?” I agreed.

“Well you could start getting the mid-morning and afternoon snacks ready, you’ll find paper cups in those cupboards over there,” she said indicating the ones above the sink, “Also you’ll find bulk bags of raisins, and jars of peanut butter along with boxes of saltines. You’ll need to make thirty-six cups about half full of raisins, and another thirty-six cups with two peanut butter and saltine sandwiches in each. Ok?”

“Ok” I said.

“When you finish them, put them on trays from that stack by the sink, and stack the trays with raisins on top of the trays with peanut butter cracker sandwiches, and that’s it!”

“No problem” I said, and went over and started to work.

“Bethany?” I heard Katie call me when I was about half way through the cracker sandwiches, so I turned from the counter and saw her approaching with a young girl in glasses in tow. “This is Linda, Linda, Bethany, Bethany is the girl I told you would be starting today” she introduced us and informed Linda.

We both murmered our hello’s and shook hands, and then I went back to working on the days snacks.

A little later I was interupted again for the same thing, this time being introduced to another fairly pretty young girl named Janice. Later, just before I had finished up, parents started delivering their children.

Once everything was ready I went over to Katie, and asked, “Ok, now what?”

She glanced over at the trays and said, you will need to pull out the containers of tempura paints, and brushes in those boxes over there,” again pointing to where the required supplies were located, “put a set of the three primary colors on each of the tables, along with six brushes at each of them, Ok?”

“Got it” I said and went to comply. There were six tables, and I put a bottle of red, blue and yellow of the powdered paint on each along with the six brushes. More children had arrived, and were directed by Janice to play with some oversized wood blocks from the toy boxes while everyone was arriving.

Later, as we just tried to intercept squabbles and strays from the growing crowd of kids, Katie called out to the children to go to a basket and get an apron, and we began to help them start painting on sheets of paper that Linda had put out, with the paints I had distributed.

At one point, at a table near where I was, a little girl made a comment about a little boys painting, “It is a stupid picture Robby, that doesn’t look anything like a cow!”

“It does too!” cried the wounded Robby.

“Does not! It’s stupid!” sneered the little girl just as I was coming up to mediate the argument. Suddenly, Robby jumped up and ran to a corner of the room, and started to cry with his back to the other children.

I had no idea what the little girls name was, so I said to her, “Now that wasn’t very nice of you was it?” and as she shot me a look that seemed like it should blister my nail polish off, I went after Robby

Kneeling down beside him I said, “Robby, what she said wasn’t true, I could tell it was a cow, it looked very nice to me!”

His weeping slowed as he considered my words. I studied him while he wound down and guessed he was about five or six years old, the girl who had questioned his artistry was more like seven. Finally he said to the wall. “Really? Did you like it?”

“Yep!” I returned, “It looked just like a some milk cows I’ve seen before, white with brown spots!” Actually, I was guessing his intent, the ‘cow he had painted had been outlined in red paint with splotches of red that I had guessed were spots, and had a spider like thing under it that was probably supposed to be an udder. I was however not going to critique his artwork at this point. After a few moments, he turned around, almost knocked me over with a quick hug, and ran back to the table to finish his painting.

“Is too!”

“Is not!’

I sighed and went to mediate another argument. So it went, one tiff after another, they fought over the toys, the projects, even the lunch and snacks, all day long.

Despite all the arguing, and even with the innumerable messes I cleaned up, I found I did enjoy the kids, their acceptance of me and their exuberance was charming, even when they were being difficult.

At the end of the day, when the last child had been picked up late, at about five thirty, we four sat around on chairs too small for us to be comfortable in, and sighed to each other. “Well Bethany, welcome to our world!” said Janice”

“Yep, spend enough time here, and you’ll run away from any man who wants to have children!” said Linda, and we all laughed.

“Well, I don’t know,” I said, “I kind of enjoyed them.”

They all looked at one another and rolled their eyes, but Katie said, “You were good with them today Bethany, it was nice to have another hand today”

“Hear! Hear!” agreed Linda.

Finally we all got up, cleaned up the room, and went home. We came back and did it all over again on Sunday, but I enjoyed it even more, I was starting to get to know the kid’s names better, and they seemed to be getting to know me better too.

Private Matters Revealed

My week progressed and by Tuesday, I was looking for something to do when Kelly and Paul came by to see if we wanted to go watch the band practice. Ashley said she was going to have her hair trimmed and begged off, but I was bored and decided to go, so we piled into Kelly’s VW bus and went over to their garage.

We all piled out, and went inside, where Don was waiting for us and he said, “Hey! Listen, Bobby just called and said he’s stuck at work and can’t make it, so no practice today!”

“Aw man!” cried Kelly, “What are we supposed to do now?”

Paul smiled at us and said, “Take a break?” and reached in his pocket and pulled out a bag of pot and waved it at us.

We all trooped over and sat at the table as Paul rolled a joint, then we all passed it around for a while just enjoying the buzz it was giving us. “Well, that’s another dead soldier!” said Paul as he gave up on the roach and put it with the roach holder in the ashtray.

“He died before his time,” said Kelly, “do up another one!”

“What is this stuff? It really tastes good.” I asked as the second joint had gone around a few times.

“It’s some thai-stick, pretty good huh?” answered Paul.

“Hmm hmm,” was about all I could manage, we were all getting that really fuzzy eyed look that meant we were really stoned.

“So hows workin’ for a livin’ man?” said Kelly to me.

“Mmm, ok.” I replied intelligently.

“Bet Steve is really missing those weekend joint tokes though!” said Don to Kelly jabbing him in the ribs. They both giggled, and Paul looked embarrassed.

I tried to figure out what they were giggling about, my muzzy stone was hindering my thinking, but suddenly I realized they were being suggestive. I thought about it for a minute, and realised they were using a metaphore for blowjobs!

“Wait a minute!” I demanded, “Just what are you talking about?”

The all looked a little sheepish, and Kelly said, “Don didn’t mean anything by it, Steve had just mentioned how lucky he was to be dating you, that’s all.”

“You mean he told you what we did?” I practically yelled.

“Well, hey man!” Kelly said defensively, “He was just being complimentary about your skill at ah…” too late, he realised he’d said the wrong thing, and way too much of it.

The other guys had the decency to remain quiet, even if it was obvious they had all heard Steve’s tales. I couldn’t believe it! Steve was guilty of something I had not believed possible, it hurt like hell, and I wanted to cry. Instead, I considered it while I had another toke, and the guys just stayed quiet and tried not to get themselves in any more trouble.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, it didn’t hurt any less, but it made me mad. I was sure that I still wanted to see Steve, but I was really good and angry at him, I even considered telling them what Steve had been making love to, but not seriously, since that would be an obvious stupidity. Still, I wanted to make it even in my own mind for my self.

Finally I turned to them and said, “Look, I’m a little pissed that Steve broke a confidence with me, you can understand that right?”

They all nodded their heads, and Paul said, “Look Bethany, we wouldn’t tell a soul, we all like you, you’re attractive and sexy and fun to be around. Not another word will ever said about it by any of us!” and they all nodded their heads again.

“So you can all keep a secret?” they all nodded their heads again, “And if I was to ask you, then you would keep my confidences?”

“We swear it!” said Kelly

“Yeah” said Paul

“Sure would!” agreed Don.

I knew I was stoned, but it was clearing fast, and I was angry damnit! “Well since Steve has told you about my oral talents,” they all looked sheepish, “then I bet he doesn’t truly do them justice in his descriptions.” Now there were three comicly open mouths.

Finally Kelly said, “Huh?”

I smiled and evil smile at them and said, “Well since you three can keep a secret better than Steve, which you can right?” I inquired and received three nods, “Then I think I should set the record straight with you guys!”

Now they looked confused, and I didn’t worry about it at all, I just climbed up on the table on my hands and knees, and said, “who’s first?”

All three were in shock now, nobody moved, so I leaned over and kissed Kelly, long and sensuously, and said, “Pull down your pants Kelly, I want you to.” I knew I was acting crazy, but between my anger and these guys obvious nervousness, and my brazen actions, I was getting hot!

I knew I could count on Kelly, because he stood up, and dropped his pants, and I reached over and pulled down his jockey shorts, and saw this had turned him on too. I wasn’t about to stop now, so I took him in my mouth, and started sucking on him. After a little bit, he grabbed my head and started thrusting into my mouth, and though it was rougher than I had ever done it with Steve, I was inexplicably turned on, so I did my thing and let him thrust into my throat until he gave me what I had earned. Then he sat down suddenly, almost missing his chair, and I swiveled around until I faced Paul, and said, “Now you”

Paul hesitated, so I said, “Please?” It didn’t take any more than that.

After I had gotten all three of them off with my mouth, I bummed two joints off Paul, re-swore them to secrecy, and had them drive me home. It was a quiet ride, but I said goodby to them like nothing had happened, and went into the house and up to my room to cry.

The Ways Of Boys

I was still red-eyed and sniffly when Ashley got home, I tried to clean up with a kleenex while I could hear her move around the front room, but when she finally came into the bedroom, I guess she could tell I had been crying.

She rushed over to the bed and climbed up taking me in her arms giving me a big hug, and asked, “What’s the matter honey?”

Well, that started me off again, and I started sobbing into her shoulder, “C’mon hon, tell me what is going on, I just want to help.” She said solicitously.

I got out the story about Steve telling the guys about me giving him oral sex, and she said, “Damn him! But listen honey, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, guys are just like that sometimes when they get togeather and start talking. They get competitive and doing the whole ‘locker room’ talk with each other. It’s insensitive, and thoughtless, but it doesn’t really mean they don’t like you, it just means that men are usually assholes whenever more than two or more of them are in the same room!”

“I already figured that part out,” I said, “but it still hurts, it hurts a lot!” and I started to cry again.

“There, there hon” she cooed and held me while I wound down.

Finally I wiped my eyes again, and said’ “I was hurt really badly at first, then I just got angry, at least Don, Paul, and even Kelly were sensitive enough to feel sheepish about letting the whole thing come up.”

“So did you just come home?” she asked, “How long have you been here crying?”

“Not that long, I stayed and talked with them for a while, and I was so angry at Steve, well, uh, I guess I did something stupid… I guess.”

“Why hon? What did you do?” she asked.

“Um, well, I asked them to swear to secrecy, and then, well, I was really angry with Steve, and I wanted to get back at him in my own mind at least, so, well, um, well I guess I gave them all what Steve had told them I was so good at, you know?”

She held me out at arm length for a minute and looked at me, feeling very self-concious, I started to blush, and she said, “ALL of them!”

I just nodded, and suddenly she started to laugh, I was pretty unsure what she was laughing at, but she just laughed and laughed until she was laying on the bed holding herself and tears were coming out of her eyes. I wasn’t sure it was all that funny, but she was starting to make me smile at her as she unsuccessfully tried to stop and just started laughing harder. Finally she was slowing down, and had the hiccups, and every time she’d hiccup, she’d start up again a little, slow down, hiccup, start up, and on and on. This took quite a while before she wound down and got rid of the hiccups, finally she sat there wiping her eyes, and said, “Well, it was an interesting way to get back at Steve!” and giggled a little more, shook her head and looked at me, “You can do the strangest things sometimes, how did the guys take it?”

“Well they were pretty hesitant at first, but I kinda insisted, and after that, well, they seemed to enjoy it, but they were pretty embarassed when they brought me home!” I said as Ashley laughed a little and wiped her eyes again.

“I bet they did enjoy it!” she said, “and I bet they were embarassed afterwards!” she laughed, “God, I wish I could have seen their faces! It would have been priceless!” and then she giggled some more.

As she sobered up, she said, “Well, it was sort of a unique response, but I guess the real question is, did it make you feel better?”

“Yeah, it did” I said thinking about it, “At first I felt like I was getting even with Steve, sort of making a statement about how I felt about his betrayal, you know?” I looked at Ashley, and she nodded, so I went on, “But after I started, well, I guess I started enjoying it, I mean, I had never done that to anyone but Steve, and they were all different physically, and in the way they got into it once they got going, and I guess in the end I really enjoyed each of them.” I paused and considered it, then, “Weird huh?”

“No, not at all, if you were doing that to someone, or even someones’” she smiled at me, “I would think it would turn you on.”

We sat and thought about it, then she gave me another hug, backed up and said, “But we have to go tommorrow to practice so that I can see them squirm around you a little!”

I looked at her in surprise, and she smiled at me, winked, and we both laughed, “Yeah, that ought to be funny!” I agreed.

The week progressed, I think we both did have fun watching them squirm a little when we went back to watch them practice the next day, but they were acting more normal around me by the end of the session, and afterwards, while we all hung out and got high, they seemed more solicitous of me, including me in their conversations, making sure I had a soda and got my turn as the doobie was passed around, that sort of thing, as they took us home, Paul even made sure I had a couple of joints to take with me. Between their behavior today, the fact that they had agreed to my advances the day before even though Steve was their friend, well, it was an interesting lesson in the power a woman has over men, even when she acts out emotionally.

Eventually came my date Thursday with Steve. I had calmed down, and though disapointed with him, I still wanted to see him.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 9)

Getting Over It

Steve picked me up Thursday evening, and when he asked me what I wanted to do, I had him take me to the Coffee Cantata again for dinner, I had noticed the prices were a little upscale on some of the entrée’s and I felt like making him pay a little. Then I suggested we go to his place.

When we got to his house, I bee-lined for the couch in his livingroom, instead of letting him lead me up to his room. I decided I needed a little attention from him to get over some of my emotions, before we did anything too involved.

We necked for a while, and I was noticing his ability to kiss all the feelings out of my toes, then my feet, and finally my other parts too. I was feeling pretty forgiving, and not a little hot for him to be honest. “How about a some drinks?” I asked, “Do you have anything in the house?”

He smiled, and said, “Well, I have some vodka, but that’s about it…”

“How about juice? “ I asked, “Or maybe some soda, or something?”

“Um, I’m not sure” he said getting up and heading for the kitchen, so I followed him in, and when he opened the refrigerator door and leaned down to look in, I put my hand on his ass and leaned over his shoulder.

“Not much!” I said letting my hand roam over his cheeks and find their way down to his upper thigh, “Hey! You’ve got V8! That goes good with vodka, and as we straightened up, and he turned around holding a bottle of V8 juice, I let my hand drift around his hip and to his front, then I let him stand there for a moment holding the juice while I rubbed him. “Well how about the vodka?” I asked, then watched him walk over to another cabinet to get it, ‘he is walking a little akwardly now!’ I thought to myself.

I took the ingredients and mixed us two drinks in some tall skinny tumblers with oranges and leaf designs printed on the sides. I made sure to put about five fingers of vodka in each, and filled them the rest of the way with V8 juice. I figured this would get us loosened up, which was what I thought I needed.

We sat down on the sofa, and as we both started sipping our drinks, I let my left hand slide over to his lap and squeeze down between his legs rubbing between them. I think he almost spilled his drink, but I took a nice swig of mine and asked, “Do you think it’ll be hot tommorrow?” I looked at him, holding my drink in front of my chest, and my other hand busy at his groin.

“Uh, um, maybe” was about all he could manage.

“I smiled at him, and what I thought was, ‘Boy, I think he’s going to pop a cork if he doesn’t get his hands on me soon!’ but what I said was, “Well I hope it’s hot, I have this really thin gauzy miniskirt that I’ve been wanting to wear, it’s almost indecent, but would be so comfortable on a hot day.” I smiled sweetly at him.

The bulge my hand was brushing against as I rubbed the inside of his thighs, actually seemed to grow even more after I said that, so I said, “I wish you could see me in it, you can see right through it when the light is behind me.”

Now I thought I could see little beads of sweat pop out on his forehead as I took another gulp of my drink. I had an inspiration, and got up, even though my purse was on the end of the coffee table in front of us, bent over at the waist, and rummaged around in it with my legs togeather, figuring that in the dress I was wearing, he could probably see the tops of my hose, and the garter straps holding them up, then I got out my compact. I sat down, opened the compact, checked my face in the little mirror, and repeated the whole proccess putting it back. When I sat back down, I touched his thigh again, and brushing against the bulge he had in the front, I couldn’t believe he hadn’t busted a seam, I was really getting to him!

Still feeling devilish, I decided to make him even more uncomfortable, so I decided to bring up a subject I had been wondering about, but had figured he would be too, well, uncomfortable, to discuss.

“So Steve, I’ve been wondering,” I said, “why are you dating me, I mean, I don’t think you are a homosexual, so why are you so attracted to me?” I looked over at him, and he was studying his drink, and I actually saw him swallow while his face showed his discomfort.

“Well, um, I was already attracted to you a lot when you told me about yourself, and um, well, you’ve never acted like anything but what you appear to be, and I really enjoy being with you!” All came out in a rush, and I wondered just who he was trying to convince, and of what.

Finally, watching him squirm, I suddenly felt bad about what I was doing to the poor guy, he had no idea I was even doing it, and his innocent embarassment was too hard to bear. I gulped the last of my drink and said, “Well, in that case, why don’t we just go upstairs, and ravish each other!”

He looked over at me, I smiled at him, and ran my tounge over my lips, and then he smiled at me. Then we went upstairs, and did as I had suggested, repeatedly.

When he finally took me home, and I was sitting in the car with him, I said, “Well, I have to go to work early Saturday, so I shouldn’t stay out late tommorrow, why don’t you come by after you are done at the Center? I mean, you get off at noon tommorrow, so why don’t you come by and we’ll spend the afternoon togeather? That way you can see me in my little dress, you know, the one I mentioned earlier?”

He smiled at me and said, “I think I’d like that!”

I leaned over and collected one of his toe eliminating kisses, said goodbye, got out and went in, and thought when the front door closed behind me, ‘I think I actually drove him crazy tonight!’ Whistling silently to myself, I wandered up the stairs, and later I related every little detail of my date with Steve to Ashley before we went to sleep.

Helen, Co-conspirator

“Wake up sleepy head,” Ashley said into my hair.

“Mmm” I said looking at her, “Good Morning.”

“Well good morning to you too hon,” said Ashley, “C’mon, it looks like a beautiful sunny day, I have to visit my parents, and you said you’d do our wash this morning, remember?”

“Ok,” you shower first, I’ll make some breakfast.” I suggested.

“Sounds good, doll!” she said getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

I got up, put on my slippers, and went out to look in the refrigerator. I was feeling a little hungry, probably due to the bedroom gymnastics with Steve the night before, and decided on fixing some omlets for us both. I was almost finished when Ashley came out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels, and said, “That smells wonderful!”

“I was kind of hungry this morning, so I made omlets, they should only be a couple of minutes more, then they’ll be ready.” I told her.

“Ok, I’ll be right out!” called Ashley as she went into the bedroom. I finished the omlets, turned off the burner, and left them in the pan, took the plates I had warmed out of the oven, set the table, served the food, and had just sat down when Ashley came out dressed, with her hair still wrapped in a towel.

“Mmm, this looks good!” she exclaimed with feeling as she sat down and dug in, “I don’t know why, but I was feeling hungry too! This really hits the spot!’

I smiled at her and continued eating, we finished making small talk about nothing important, and then she went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready while I cleaned up from breakfast. When she came out, I waited to take my shower until she had organized herself, got her purse and was ready to leave, “Ok, I’m ready to go,” she said coming over to me and giving me a hug, “you have a nice day Beth, and I’ll see you this evening.”

I hugged her back and said, “You too, have a nice visit with your parents!” Then she left, and I went in, and took my shower, when I came back out, I went to the closet to look for that gauzy dress I had told Steve about the night before. It was really cute, very short, with a thin silk sleeveless underlayer of a tan color that was translucent, fairly tight in the bodice, and flaring for what little skirt there was, with a qauzy outer layer that was transparent, stitched tight under the bust with wrist length sleeves. It was sort of minimal for going anywhere in, but really feminine and sexy. I picked out some tan platforms with jute straps for my feet, put on some neat canvas bead necklace and braclets that we had gotten, and went into the bathroom to take a look. I liked the look, it was sexy as hell in a kind of ‘earthy’ way, so I went out to put on some cream colored polish, and brown eye color, with a dusky blush. I finished off by brushing my hair out, putting a silk flower hairclip in just above one ear, sweeping my hair back on that side, and went back in to look at the finished package in the full-length mirror again. ‘This will drive him crazy!’ I thought, and gathered the laundry.

Down stairs, I walked into the kitchen with the laundry basket, and saw Helen, “Good Morning!” I said.

“Good Morning Bethany” she returned, “How are you?”

“Feeling well!” I called back as I went back to the washing machine and started a load of laundry. I came back out and sat down at the table with Helen.

“Would you like something to drink dear?” Helen asked.

“No, I’m fine Helen, are you having a nice morning?” I asked.

“Fine, it’s a nice day, so what are you planning for today?” she asked back.

“Nothing much, Steve is coming over after noon to see me for a little while, but I thought I would just eat dinner later and go to bed early so I’d be fresh for work tommorow.” I informed her.

“I thought you were dressed a little bit too much for laundry, so you plan to catch Steve’s eye today?” she questioned with a grin.

I grinned back and said, “Well, he upset me the other day, and even though I have ignored being a little mad at him, I thought I’d tease him a little today so he’d think about me a little more.”

She laughed, “So he should bear a little frustration to pay the piper dear?”

“Um, well, he made me pretty angry, and I haven’t entirely gotten over it, so maybe a lot of frustration would be better.” I remarked with a little scowl, then looked at her a bit worried, “That’s not wrong is it?”

“Probably not” she stated with a short laugh, “I don’t know what he did, but knowing you, he deserves whatever you think he deserves.” She finished with a smile, and a twinkle in her eye.

I smiled back and said, “Well, I thought I would try to get him as excited and worked-up as possible under fairly ordinary circumstances, then tell him I’d be too tired to go out until Monday night.”

“You know, I used to tease my husband, God rest his soul, just before he went on a business trip, just so he would think of me while he was gone.” She reminisced.

“Well, that’s what I want to do to Steve this afternoon, in spades!” I said heatedly, then I asked, “So what did you do to excite your husband?”

Helen looked at me a little surprised, then got a slightly far-away look for a while, finally, she snapped her fingers and said, “I know just the thing!”

Later, after noon, I was waiting out in the garden, watering the tomatos when Helen led Steve out the back door. “Hi Bethany!” Steve called.

“Hello Steve” I said with a big smile, “It’s a beautifull day!”

“It’s a little warm out here” said Helen, right on cue, “Would you like something cold, maybe a popsicle or something to cool you off Bethany?”

“That sounds wonderfull Helen!” I returned. As Helen went back into the house, I began watering the cabbages, and asked how Steves day at the Center had gone, and while I listened, I bent over at the waist several times to pick some tiny weed, or pick up a stick and such nonsense as I gave him a bit of a view. When I heard the back door open, I turned to see Helen come out, and I could see from the corner of my eye that Steve had indeed been getting an eyefull.

Here you are” said Helen and handed me a twelve inch long rainbow pop. She was between Steve and I, and gave me a wink, then went back inside after I’d thanked her.

Steve continued telling me about a boy of about my real age, that had problems at home, and how he thought he was getting through to him, while I began licking on the popsicle. I did long sensuous licks, almost the entire length of the pop, and noticed him watching my tounge when I glanced over at him.

“So tell me more about this boy, what do you think you can do for him?” I asked to keep him talking, then I put my lips around the popsicle, and started sucking on it, as he talked, I slowly pushed it deeper and deeper into my mouth as Steve continued to talk, until I actually had to turn my face up, and swallow it to get it down my throat. While I was in that position, Steve stopped in the middle of his sentence, and I looked at him. He was looking very hard at me with two-thirds of the popsicle down my throat, then I winked at him, drew it out slowly, and made a smacking sound with my lips when it finally came out. He was standing there looking at me with the funniest face, but I didn’t laugh even though I wanted to.

“You were saying?” I asked innocently, and as he cleared his throat, and began to talk again, I reinserted the popsicle, ‘God this is so cold!’ I thought, and then bent over at the hips and leaned way over to inspect a cabbage head with the popsicle still deep in my mouth. By the time I had straightened up, he had stoped talking again, and I had to encourage him to continue.

I played this game for quite a while, and when the popsicle was done, I leaned over at the waist again, pointed the hose straight up, so the water was rising, then burbling back down over my hand, and put my lips to it as if getting a drink. I don’t think he even noticed that I wasn’t even swallowing.

We hung out in the garden for quite a while longer, and I found ways to brush against his ass, and once even his crotch, without seeming too obvious, I found many things to bend over for, and I got my hands wet deliberatly just so I could lick or suck the water off occasionally.

Finally, Steve said, “Well, it’s getting late, and I had better get going so I can fix myself some dinner.”

“It was nice to talk with you this afternoon Steve, thanks for coming over.” I said turning off the hose and following him towards the back door.

As we came in, Helen said from the kitchen table, “Going so soon Steve?”

“Um Yeah, I gotta go. Thanks for having me over.” Steve replied as we walked past her towards the front door. When he opened the door, he turned and said, “We’re getting togeather Monday night, right?”

“You said you would take me to dinner, didn’t you?” I asked sweetly.

He just nodded, then he leaned over and kissed me, as he did, I put my arms around his neck, and pulled myself against him, and rubbed my pelvis against his. He was kissing my toes off, but what was happening to him was on a whole other order.

I pulled back after a moment, and said’ “I’ll see you Monday at seven Steve.” And gave him a big smile.

“Uh, yeah, ok, see you later Bethany” he mumbled, and then I watched him get in his car, wave, and drive away.

I went back into the kitchen and sat down with Helen, and asked, “Well, did you watch through the windows?”

She started to giggle, “You really wowed him sister!” and we both giggled togeather.

“Did I do it right?” I asked.

“You did it better than I ever did!” she said animatedly, “How did you fit so much of it in your mouth without freezing your throat?”

“I just wanted him to have the full treatment,” I replied, “do you think he’s thinking of me now?”

“To be crude, I think he’ll be masturbating all weekend thinking of you!” she stated, and we laughed and laughed and laughed.

When The Subject Comes Up

The weekend went well, and by the time that my date with Steve came around on Monday, I had mellowed towards him, and we had a delightful dinner, followed by my being very attentive to him at his place, and I was feeling very ambivilant about things by the time Wednesday rolled around, so when Kelly and Paul came around to see if I wanted to go to their practice session, I was ready for something to do.

We drove over to their place, and this time, there was no one around. We hung around for about an hour waiting for either Don or Bobby to show up but after a while Kelly said to Paul, “Well this bites, what do you think is going on man.”

“Dunno, but if they’re not here yet, then I don’t think they’re comin’”said Paul in reply.

“Well what do you two want to do man?” Kelly asked us.

“I need some papers, I’m all out” said Paul.

“Well then,” I said, “lets go get some.”

We piled in the VW bus, and drove down to 9th Street to a little head shop called ‘Leaves Of Grass’ and Paul went in to get some papers, when he got back he said, “Ok, where to?”

Theyn both looked at me, and I thought about it for a minute, and said, “Lets go somewhere we can park and smoke a doobie”

Paul smiled at Kelly and said, “Polo Fields?”

“Yeah man! Speedway meadows!” answered Kelly, and off we went. We drove until we reached a strip of park, and Kelly pulled over and parked next to some big trees. We all climbed into the back, pulled the drapes on the windows, and Paul proceeded to clean some pot and roll a joint.

“So what have we got today?” I asked, beginning to know Paul well enough to guess he had something top-drawer again.

“Panama Red, some choice stuff,” he said as he lit the joint and passed it to me.

We were well on our way to getting totally stoned, when Kelly said, “I don’t know if you know it man,” talking to me, “but I think you spoiled us for all other women giving us head”

Paul clipped him one in the back of the head. Kelly said, “Ouch!” then to me, “Sorry, I was just trying to pay you a compliment man!”

Paul clipped him another one in the back of the head, but I said, “No Paul, he’s just being nice in his own goofy way. I think he’s just saying he liked it, and that’s nice to know.”

Paul looked a little sheepish, and said in a little voice, “Well, I think it was the best too, and if we’re talking about it, I wanted to thank you, it was one of the experiences I’ll always remember.”

I was stunned, and a little charmed, these guys really meant it. After using them to salve my own upset, and to get even with Steve, they were thanking me! I looked at Paul, and he was concentrating on his joint, and then at Kelly, who was looking at me with a friendly smile. I smiled back at him, and on impulse I said, “Well, I don’t want you to have poor experiences whenever you get someone to give you head, so I feel bad about ruining it for you!”

I was smiling, and thought it was a good joke, if a little sarcastic, but Kelly said, “I wouldn’t have traded it for all the head I get for the rest of my life man!”

I was touched, and amazed, these guys really meant it, they really liked what I had done so much, they were willing to say such nice things about it. My ego swooped, and I suddenly felt like I wanted to thank them both, appropriatly.

“Well,” I said, “I’m still dating Steve, but you’ve kept my trust so far, I think you deserve a special thank you.”

They both looked up surprised, and I smiled and said, “Paul first, he’s been being especially nice to me, keeping me high and stuff, besides he’s sweet!” Paul lowered his eyes and I think he may have blushed just a little, but he was smiling. “Kelly, you’ll have to wait, but I want you too, because one, you’re sweet too, and two, you are pretty big, and I don’t want you to tire my jaw before I can do Paul!” and I smiled at them.

Now Kelly was smiling like an idiot, and I went over to Paul and knelt on the floor of the bus between his legs, and said, “Kelly, why don’t you go sit in the drivers seat and keep an eye out,” I smiled up at Paul, “I’ll call you in a few minutes sweety.”

“You got it man!” Kelly said and hustled up to the front of the van.

Paul looked down at me, and I said, as I undid his belt and the buttons on his fly, “You’re going to have to help me by lifting that cute little ass of yours honey, so I can pull these down.”

A little while later, after Paul had gotten himself togeather, and had gotten his pants secured, I called, “Kelly, come on back here and let me thank you for being so kind and trustworthy.” Kelly and Paul switched places, and Kelly had dropped his pants before he even sat down in front of me.

“Man!” said Kelly as we were all sitting in the back of the van smoking another joint.

I was holding a hit, so I couldn’t comment, or really even smile much, but Paul coughed out his hit.

We had a very nice time getting stoned and talking about some of the bands we’d seen around town, and then they drove me home.

When we got there, they both looked at me, and seemed to want to say something, but I suppose they didn’t know what it was. I thought they were cute, so I said, “As long as you two are keeping my confidence, I think I could thank you every Wednesday that we get the chance!” Their mouths dropped open, and I quickly got out and went inside, leaving them to catch flies.

Once in my room, I grinned to myself about the look on their faces and thought, ‘I think I’m going to be getting high once a week for free!’ then I thought, ‘I bet the band doesn’t have as many practices on Wednesday’, and grinned to myself some more.

One Of The Girls

Things moved along smoothly for a couple of weeks, dates with Steve, (hot!) Wednesdays getting high with Paul and Kelly, (the band wasn’t getting as much practice!) and daily life in general. I found myself at the end of a working Saturday when Katie asked me, “Would you like to get some dinner with Linda, Janice and I tonight?”

“Um, well, I don’t have any plans for tonight,” I replied, “So I guess so, yeah! That sounds like fun!”

“Good! We get togeather on Saturday nights, and have dinner and talk about once a month, it would be nice to have you come with us!” Katie said with feeling.

We all grabbed our bags, and I rode with Katie, as Linda rode with Janice to a place called the ‘Hungry I’, we all got out of our respective cars and met at the entrance. “You’ll love this place!” said Katie, “They have great food!”

“I hope so,” I said with a smile, “watching little kids all day makes me ravenous!”

They all laughed and we went inside and walked up to the maitre d` and he looked up and exclaimed, “Katie! It’s always good to see all of you again. Ladies! Welcome back!” Then, looking at me he said, “Katie, Linda, and Julie I already have the pleasure of having met, but you my dear, I don’t believe I have. I am Harry Smith, and I will see to your pleasure for dinner tonight!”

I smiled at him, and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Smith, my name is Bethany.”

“Bethany, a beautiful name for a beautiful young woman, well come right this way ladies, I have a table for four right up front near the window!” he said as he led us off to the table in question. Having seated us himself one at a time, with flair and good humor, he said, “I hope you ladies have a good meal, and your waiter tonight will be Clarise, she will be with you shortly!” He then handed out menus and excused himself.

“Do you eat here often then?” I asked.

“We all come here once a month to catch up on gossip.” Answered Julie.

We took a moment to check the menus, and chatted a little about the kids at the Center until the waitress came by, and we ordered, I had ordered the Cordon Bleu`, never having had that before, and then Linda said, “Well Bethany, are you seeing anyone special?” The girls all looked at me expectantly, and though I was a little hesitant with Katie there, who seemed so much older than I was, I decided to tell about Steve.

“Hmm, yeah, Steve is a dream, you’re real lucky Bethany, he never dated much in High School, but the girls a wished he had.” Said Julie.

“You know him?” I asked, surprised.

“Oh yeah!” said Linda, “we all did, he was a big time jock in track and football, and he was big in the drama club, and the Junior Statesmen of America. Most of the girls that graduated in ’66 or ’67 had the hots for him one way or the other, but even though you would see him at some parties and stuff, he didn’t date much. I think he was studying too much.”

‘Wow’ I thought, ‘and I have had his attention most of the summer.’

“Isn’t he going into the Air Force to be a Fighter Pilot or something, soon?” asked Linda.

“Yes, he leaves in the second week of July,” I said a little wistfully, “but it is just a summer romance, I am not looking for anything too long-term right now, and Steve is going to concentrate on the Acadamy.”

“Too bad!” said Julie, “His family has money, he is a dreamboat, and I love a guy in uniform!”

The girls giggled and then Linda said, “Well have you at least found out if he is as well hung as we’ve all heard!”

There were some squeals, and giggles, even Katie joined in, so smiling I said, “I’m afraid I’m not the one to ask, I really don’t have enough experience to gauge if it is big or not.”

There was a moment of silence as they all looked at me wide-eyed for a moment, and just as I realised I had said something wrong, Katie said, “Well, if he makes you climax, he must be big enough!” and they all started laughing, and I started blushing.

“Look!” said Linda pointing at my face, “He must be hung like a horse!” They all laughed some more, and I blushed harder.

Still giggling, Katie leaned over and said, “Don’t mind them Bethany, they’re just jealous!”

I smiled at her, and then at the girls, I decided to take it in the spirit it seemed to be given, and felt a little happy that I had confided, even with their teasing.

“What about David?” asked Julie of Linda, changing the subject, “How is it going between you two?”

“Ok I guess”, said Linda, “but he’s still hinting about wanting me to give him oral sex, and I don’t see why when we’re doing everything else.”

“Yuck! Why do men always seem to want that!” comiserated Julie, “No matter how much sex you give them, they always seem to want you to do that with them. I don’t see what the big deal is!”

“Oh come on!” said Katie, “They like it, and if it’s no big deal, then why don’t you want to do it for them?”

“Yeww!” Linda and Julie said in unison.

Katie threw her hands up and shook her head, then changed the subject, we talked about live music we’d seen, movies, and sales on clothes around town. It was a pleasant dinner, and I enjoyed my meal, and the company.

Finally, we divided up the bill, and said our goodbyes, then Katie drove me home. I said goodnight to her, and went up to my place feeling oddly warmed by having gossiped with the ladies over dinner. Somehow I was looking forward to our next dinner out together already.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

To Be Continued

Bethany In My Life (Part 10-Final)

Problems On The Fourth Of July

“Rise and shine sleepy head!” Ashley said softly into my hair.

I looked up at her and said, “Good morning, Ashley!” and as I looked into her face, I saw her studying mine for a minute, and just as I was about to ask her what she was looking at, she said, "You know, I think things are catching up with you Beth, you’re starting to get in you’re facial hair.”

I looked at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, then when I got it, I said, “Nooo!” and jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Ashley came in behind me as I was looking at my reflection and said, “Don’t worry hon, it isn’t too bad yet, still kind of light and thin, but it won’t be that long before you won’t be able to hide your beard, and you’ll have to change back into the boy you are. For now, just shave it all off.”

It hit me when she said that, the despair I felt knowing that my life as a woman was soon coming to an end, was devastating. I felt crushed by circumstances I had absolutly no control over, or answer for. I started crying, and as Ashley turned me around and held my head to her breast, I started to sob uncontrollably. “There, there, “ said Ashley, “You will be able to do this the rest of the summer, then I’ll help you get a new place and find a new job and everything, don’t cry, won’t it be a relief to get back to being a guy again and stop pretending?”

“But I love being a girl!” I said, “I love living with you, and being your girlfreind, I love working at the Center with the kids, and I love having men in my life as a girl!”

“You knew you couldn’t do this for ever Bethany,” said Ashley as she led me out to the couch, “you told me you aren’t gay, or attracted to men so much when you’re not being a woman at least. Don’t you want to get married some day? Make love to a woman, and have children with her? Don’t you really want to have a normal life one-day? I can see how you’ll miss this time, but you’ll have memories, and you can move on soon. You’ll be sixteen, and you can get a job through the state social services.”

I let her talk on, and on, trying to comfort me as I sobbed in her arms, and though I knew she was right, the loss kept me crying for quite a while. Finally I wound down, and with a deeply troubled heart I told her, “I know you’re right, but I have at least till my birthday to be like this don’t I?”

“Of course dear, I wouldn’t want it any other way, you can shave and get by till then, and though I,ve noticed your voice starting to crack a little when you get excited, I think you can control that too until then, it’s not so far away till the end of August.” Replied Ashley.

I sat in her arms and felt miserable as she held me tight, until she said, “Well, if we want the boys to take us out to Santa Cruz and the Boardwalk today for the fourth, we’d better start getting ready!”

I looked up and smiled at her and said, “It will be fun to be distracted by Steve today, I want to think about anything else!”

I had picked out a pair of white shorts and a knit top to wear today, but the way I was feeling, I decided to wear something extra feminine. I wanted to feel as girlish as possible, as much as possible, in the time I had left. A sundress, with a lace collar and cuffs, full skirt, and short sleeves was my choice, with my corset, and stockings and lacy panties rounded out the most feminine outfit I could justify for a day outside in a coastal town. I wanted heels, but knew they would be impractical for what we would be doing, so I settled for some white sandals with a daisy applique on the top. A daisy hairpin sweeping back my hair on one side, and some white clip on earrings and matching choker rounded out my accessories.

Bobby and Steve came by and picked us up, and after Steve approved of my outfit, (the dear!) we piled in Steve’s car and made our way down highway one to Santa Cruz.

“What first?” Steve said as we hit town, the streets were full of pedestrians, and there was hardly any parking.

“Let’s just find a place to park, and then wander through town window shopping, and work our way down to the boardwalk.” Said Ashley.

Steve shrugged and said, “Sounds good!” and drove around for a few minutes until we located an open parking spot. We all piled out, and locking the car, we walked hand-in-hand towards the center of town.

We shopped in boutiques, head shops, art galleries, and even stopped in a little corner bakery that had some of the most wonderful confections I’d ever seen. We’d talked, and laughed like kids, and the sea air, warm sun, and holiday atmosphere had all combined to make me feel wonderful. We made our way down to the Boardwalk, rode rides, worked the electric trains in the Locomotive House, and finally as dusk approached, we went on the giant wood rollercoaster that the Santa Cruz Boardwalk is famous for.

Steve held me tight throughout the wild ride even through the falls and tight turns that tried to pull us apart. I felt my stomach jump and soar, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the ride, I think it was the feeling of having Steve’s strong arms around me that did it. I still think so today, I will never forget the singing in my soul that his firm embrace gave me that day on that rollercoaster.

After the long drive back to San Francisco, we dropped Bobby and Ashley at Bobby’s place, and then Steve turned to me and asked, “Home?”

“You are leaving in a week Steve,” I mentioned, “if you’ll have me, I’d like to go to your home tonight.”

Steve smiled and kissed me, my toes went numb, then everything else, and as he drove me home with him, I could only lean against him with my head on his shoulder.

When we finally got to his room, I asked him, “Are you tired from our day? Or do you think you have the stamina to make love to me all night?” As he considered my question, I unzipped my dress, and let it slither to the floor, then I unzipped him, reached in through the opening in his boxers, and pulled him out. Lowering my mouth to his manhood, I took him in my mouth, slid down on him until I swallowed him, and with my face pressed against his abdomen, I held myself there, and looked up into his eyes far above me, with one eyebrow cocked up.

“I think my stamina is up to it!” He said, and as I started to bob up and down on his shaft, I smiled as I sucked.

He had the stamina, and even though I was insatiable, he let me get him going over and over until dawn.

A Week Of Bittersweet

I left Steve’s house the next morning after a quick shower to wash the smell of sex off of me, and having redone my make up. Going straight to work, I showed up just in time to keep from being late, “Good Morning Margret!” I said as I entered the Center.

“Good Morning Bethany” replied Margret, “You look like you had a nice Fourth of July, did you enjoy yourself yesterday?”

“Yes, some friends and I went to Santa Cruz for the day, and I had fun, how about you? Did you enjoy your fourth?” I asked in return.

“Yes, we stayed home and grilled some steaks, and then went to the fireworks display.” She replied as I walked on through to the hall and went to my day care room.

“Good Morning Katie!” I said sunnily as I came in and started over to take out snack items for the day, “How many will we have today? Do you have any idea?”

“Probably less than twenty, all the non-retail people will have the weekend off, so make enough for twenty, and we ought to have what we need” Katie informed me.

As the morning progressed, it was light work for the four of us, only sixteen kids had been actually dropped off, and it was so relaxed and under control, that we were able to get them all, even the older ones, to take a nap about eleven o’clock. Gathered by the sink, we girls were sitting and relaxing when Julie said, “Didn’t you have any concealer with you this morning Bethany?”

I started, and realised I must have dark circles under my eyes, “No, I don’t usually carry any in my purse”

“You should if you are going to stay out all night, so are you saying goodbye to Steve as hard as you can?” she asked with a sly smile.

I blushed, but just smiled and nodded my head, then I said, “He leaves at the end of the week, and I will miss what we have when he is gone, you know?”

They all smiled and nodded their heads, and we shared a companionable silence as the kids were quiet.

After work, I went home, showered and changed into a cotton dress that I could work in on Sunday, and put on the sexiest underwear I had. When Steve came by, I was waiting by the door, and I had him take me straight to his place.

The next morning, I left Steve’s place for work, and even though I had gotten some concealer, the girls teased me about not sleeping again, and I was dragging a little before I left for the day. I got home and showered and changed into a black mini that hugged me in all the right places, and had Steve take me home with him as soon as he showed up.

Monday I woke up after falling asleep in Steve’s arms, and was feeling so warm and happy, I didn’t want to move for fear that I would wake him and so I just tilted my head up gently, and looked into his big brown eyes.

Tuesday morning, I knew I needed to go home, get a proper shower, put on some new clothes, check in with Ashley, and breathe for about a half-hour before coming back to Steve’s arms.

Wednesday, I woke up in Steve’s arms, and was able to get up without waking him. I got dressed and was able to slip out, I guess I had tired the poor dear out. I rode and walked until I made it to Fannie’s Delights, and picked up a bite, then I walked towards home, as I crossed the street onto our block, I heard a honking, and turned to see Kelly’s van pulling up. It stopped next to me, and Paul leaned out the passenger side window, and said, “Bethany! You ready for a little Wednesday buzz?”

My jaw was as sore as my backside, but it was a good sore, “Why not guys! But you have to get me back by four, Steve is going to pick me up at five. Ok?” I asked as I piled in the VW bus.

Kelly smiled, and said, “It’s only ten in the morning man! I think you are expecting to smoke Paul’s whole stash if we’re gonna get stoned until four man!”

I leaned forward between the front seats and ran a finger down both their thighs and said, “You guys toke on your joints, and I’ll just toke on your joints, I’ll match you joint for joint, till four, huh?”

They looked at me, then looked at each other, then their eyes got wider, and Kelly said, “Hey man, don’t screw around, I don’t think my poor little heart can take it.”

“Well,” I said in a low whisper, “I am feeling a little over the top today, just can’t seem to get enough, but I don’t think I said anything about screwing around, I just wanna blow you two for a few hours, is that alright?”

I don’t think I heard any more comments the rest of the afternoon, unless you count moans.

Waking up in Steve’s arms on Thursday morning felt wonderful, I knew he had to pack and get ready, his bus left tonight, and I had just about monopolized his time as much as I could. I looked at his sleeping face, and knew I would miss his tender loving. I felt in my heart that this may be the last time I ever was made love to as a woman, and it was sad, but I had an inner-glow from the last week of insatiable sex I’d just had. I thought about the week, and decided I had said goodbye to Steve in the way most appropriate for out relationship, and decided to try and sneak out without waking him. I quietly got out of bed, got dressed, and let myself out, I rode down to Lands End, and climbed down the little path to the strip of beach at the bottom, found a tree overlooking the water, climbed up and sat on a branch, and watched the surf roll in all day. When it finally got dark, I made my way home, and Ashley was waiting for me.

“Where have you been!” she demanded, “Steve came by this morning frantic to see you and say goodbye, we’ve all been looking all over town for you!”

“I said my goodbyes all week to Steve” I replied, “today I said my goodbyes to myself”

She looked at me a minute, and then swept me into her arms and held me, I cried some tears, but not much, my sorrow was worked out by my day, and I just shed some tears for the dearness of Ashley’s concern. “I love you Ashley” I told her.

“I love you too Beth” she said back to me as she held me tight.

Twilight Days

The days passed quickly, day care on weekends, my Wednesday afternoons with Kelly and Paul, (the only sex I was getting anymore) and glorious moments throughout, going to concerts and bars with Ashley, and just being with her at home and at night. A pall had settled over my days however, I was nervous about losing all this, and the thought of dealing with life on my own, was wearing at me. Ashley was feeling it too, as she said once when she was feeling particularily blue herself, “It’s like I am losing a girlfriend, and a sister all at once, I will miss having Bethany in my life!”

I gave my notice at the Center, giving my last weekend as the twenty-third and twenty-fourth, I told them I was starting college. I also obtained a copy of my birth certificate from the Concord County Registrars Office so that I could re-establish my identity, and got the information needed to figure out how to get the state to make me a ward of the state through social services so they could authorise a work permit for me. The decision was made to make my birthday, Wednesday, August twenty-seventh, the last day I would ever be Bethany. Throughout all these preparations, Ashley aided and worked for me, keeping my spirits up even as she assisted me in creating a new life for myself without Bethany in it, It must have been hard for her.

I didn’t try to get involved with anyone, my beard was becoming thick enough that after about eight hours, I would have stubble you could feel, even though it wasn’t visible at all until the next morning. I just shaved well before my Wednesdays with Kelly and Paul, not wanting to give up the last exciting sex I was receiving as Bethany until the end.

I wore the most feminine underwear and clothes I could find in my wardrobe, just knowing that I would be going back to male attire soon, (yuck!) made me want to cherish the feelings that went along with being as feminine as possible all the more.

Helen too, had been told of my upcoming ‘return’ to L.A. which she declared her sadness at hearing. She insisted on throwing a birthday party for me on my last day in the city.

The feeling of being appreciated by everyone, not just my friends, but even total strangers, just because I was percieved as a woman. The feeling that I could be pleasant and open with everyone, not competitive or macho, just because I was passing as a woman. The feelings that came with caring about my appearance, my clothes, my makeup, even my expressions of face and body, and by extension, my caring about myself. These would all soon end for me, and this was the worst pain of all. Even though there was effort involved in maintaining my feminine self, it did not feel like work, it felt like self-pampering, not self-involved, just life-involved. All to be changed into the shallow, competitive, self-involved, and aggressive behaviour required by our society for ‘manly’ behaviour.

There were thoughts too, about whether or not I could perform sexualy with a woman half as well as I already had with men. I had only ever really known sex with men, and I knew that even with the macho behaviour of being a man, I would have trouble relating to women romantically at first. When I finally did develop a relationship with a woman, I had no idea how well, or poorly, I might perform.

Worries too, about dealing with the state, getting a job, finding housing, and dealing with the challenges that were coming, all were tearing at my enjoyment of my last days with Bethany. It would be all over soon, and Bethany would end, my heart quaked, and broke for her.

Goodbyes

It was the end of the last workday, Sunday evening, the children had made their goodbyes, and some had told me they would miss me, one or two tearfully even. I had cried a couple of times when that had happened, I hoped they would all have happy lives. When we were done getting the room cleaned up, and everything was put away, I walked down the hall with the three women I had come to think of as my friends, as we entered the main lobby, Margret started singing, ‘for she is a jolly good fellow’ and everyone in the room, including Katie, Linda, and Janice, even Henry, joined in.

“We all wanted you to know how much we have appreciated having you here with us Bethany,” said Henry.

“Yes, you’ve been a great co-worker, and a sweet person to have in our midst!” added Margret.

“We’ll all miss you!” said Katie.

“Yes, we will!” chimed in Linda and Julie.

“Thank you so much!” I declared, tears forming in my eyes, “I’ve loved being here with all of you, you’ve all made me feel so welcome and comfortable, I will never forget you guys!”

We all stood around and talked, I had to offer fabrications about what I would be doing and where, but my feelings for them were self-evident, and we were all a little sad, Henry said, “Well, if you ever come back, and want another job, you have it!”

“Thank you Henry, thank you all!” I gushed.

Hugs and tearfull goodbyes were exchanged all around, and as I left, I felt torn between good feelings for all of them, and bad feelings about leaving them.

Tuesday, I went by the garage, and found the band practicing, I stayed and listened, and when they finished, I got high with them, and asked Kelly, “Can you and Paul give me a ride home?”

“Sure man!” said Kelly.

As we piled into the van, I said to Kelly, why don’t we go over to the Polo Field, and I’ll say goodbye to you two properly?”

“Ok man! That sounds great!” said Kelly. Then we went and parked, and I gave them their ‘proper’ goodbyes.

I woke up Wednesday, my birthday, wrapped in Ashley’s arms, we stayed that way for more than an hour, neither one of us willing to give up the last morning togeather. She had seen to my new place, a flop on Hayes Street, a couple of blocks east of the Alamo Square, she had paid six months rent for me, and I would be sharing the place with a bunch of other people in an almost communual environment. That and five hundred dollars, and a duffle bag of male clothes, were all set for me to walk out of my life as Bethany, and to start my new life fresh.

We finally got up, and we got ready to go down to the Birthday party Helen had prepared for me. I put on my clothes and make-up as Bethany for the last time. Finally, we went downstairs where we found Helen, Bobby, Don, Kelly, and Paul in the kitchen.

They sang me the ‘Happy Birthday’ song, Helen had a cake, and we sat around eating it while they each gave me a little present, a neclace from Paul, some bath oils from Kelly, a glass rose from Don, and a peace pendant from Bobby. Helen came up, and gave me a framed picture of her, Ashley, and myself that had been taken by someone in front of The Integral Fellowship Church. “So you will always remember us!” Said Helen.

“I’ll miss you so much! You’ve been like a mother and a friend all wrapped up in one for me. Thank you!” I said as I hugged her. We sat and talked, finally, we said our goodbyes, Ashley had arranged to borrow Kelly’s VW bus, and she and I went up and retrieved the duffle bag, and we went out and got into the van. Ashley started it up, and we drove to the Alamo Square, where I used some cold cream and tissues Ashley had brought, to clean off my make up, then I removed my fingernail polish, and trimmed my nails short. I got undressed, and then put on some jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers. Finally, Ashley took some scissors, and chopped my hair shorter all over. Each little change was like a stake being driven into my heart, and by the end, we were both crying, we held each other until we stopped, and then Ashley drove us a few blocks to my new home.

“Well, this is it” said Ashley as she stopped in front of a run-down Victorian house that needed some new paint, it appeared to have once been blue.

“God Ashley!” I exclaimed, “How will I ever thank you for everything, for saving me?”

“I feel so fortunate to have known you, I’ll never forget you” she told me.

“I love you Ashley!” I said hugging her.

“I love you too!” she replied hugging me back.

We cried for a little again, then I got out of the van, and watched Ashley start the van and drive away, we waved, and she was gone.

I knew that it was Bethany she had loved, and who had loved her, with a sigh, I turned towards my new home, and my new life.

Copyright BethanyDaWade

The End - Coming soon, the second book of Bethany's life