Double Take
Chapter 45
“Wait awhile, and everything will change.”
—Stephanie Osborn, The More Things Change
OUR FINALS WERE FINALLY OVER. I finished my Intro to Business exam and headed to the cafeteria. Once finals were over, we were allowed a lot more freedom. We didn’t have to return to the classroom the next day unless summoned. We could use the time to study for our next final or just goof off as long as we didn’t leave the school grounds. I’d spent nearly all Thursday morning out walking and jogging around the track. Jock said I was really doing well and should work on lengthening my stride this summer. There was still a little hitch in it but it was improving every day. I was thinking about taking another run this afternoon but headed for the cafeteria first.
“I’m glad that’s over,” Rachel sighed. “I’ve looked at enough entrails and organs to last me a lifetime. Yuck! I still smell like formaldehyde.”
“Mmm. I think you smell delicious. I’d love to taste you,” I whispered in her ear. She squinched her shoulder toward her ear.
“We have all summer. Better pay attention to our girlfriends.”
“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” Joan asked Beca. She was holding our smallest girlfriend’s hand and Beca was crying on her shoulder.
“Y-yes. I need to go. And Mom bought our tickets all the way back at Christmas. And it’s beautiful there. I love it. I’m just going to miss my girlfriends and my boyfriend.” I wondered if Beca had told any of our other girlfriends that she was trans. I’d think that would be something hard to hide from a girlfriend. But she’d kept it hidden from me for long enough. I looked at Joan and Desi and Rachel. None of these girls would have freaked out the way I did. I was still ashamed.
“It seems like it would be awfully difficult to live somewhere that people didn’t speak English,” Brittany said. “I mean, I speak Spanish because Grandma insisted. But even with what I know of it, I wouldn’t feel comfortable in Cuba for a month… let alone all summer.”
“I’m getting better at the language and a lot of people speak English. That’s what Mom does when we’re there. She teaches English,” Beca said, regaining her control and wiping her eyes.
“I think it’s cool that you travel to foreign countries,” Desi said. “I’d like to spend time in Japan. I hear the cosplay there is phenomenal.”
“Don’t you think you’ll get enough of dressing up like princesses and superheroes this summer?”
“Don’t forget the Renaissance Faire,” Desi said. “As soon as Indy PopCon is over, we head for Kingdom City, Missouri for the Central Missouri Ren Fest. The big event of the season is Comic-Con International in San Diego in July. Like wearing some of these costumes isn’t hot enough.”
“They certainly are when you’re wearing them,” I smirked. Desi was wearing ‘normal’ clothes, meaning there was no anime theme to the low-cut top she had on. She just leaned forward and placed her boobs on the table.
“Dinner is served, my lord.”
Okay. I remembered exactly what those delicious boobs looked like from my last fitting. Of course, Desi had to change outfits two or three times and I ‘helped’ her into them. I don’t know about dinner, but they were sure a tasty snack.
“Where’s Kent?” I asked, guiding the subject away from Desi’s tits.
“He left yesterday,” Brittany said. “There’s some special school in Colorado that he’s going to for the summer and he had to be there June 1. He took an early final in a couple of his classes and they let him go.”
“So, is he, like your boyfriend?” Joan asked. Brittany shook her head.
“No. I can’t actually have a boyfriend or date until I’m fifteen, but Kent wouldn’t have qualified even if I was available. He’s too old. I didn’t really expect us to hang out after our project but you all kind of pulled us in a bit. It’s hard to pull away once a person enters your orbit.”
“I am the sun and you are my planets,” Beca said dramatically. “You know, if you stay in orbit here too long, you’re going to end up with a boyfriend and four girlfriends.” Brittany blushed and glanced my way. Oh dear.
We all just sat and stared at each other for a while. Summer. Scattered all over.
“Rebeca, could I have the pleasure of a date with you this evening?” I asked. She looked at me with her mouth open.
“Um… well… um…” she looked at Joan.
“Of course, we’ll have to take the other girlfriends with us,” I continued. “I know you wouldn’t want to leave them out. Especially, if the evening ended up with us all making out and telling each other how much we’ll miss our girlfriends this summer.”
“And crying a little,” Rachel added.
“I liked the making out part,” Joan said. “We could lock my mom out of the family room.”
“Brittany, you’re welcome to come with us but you’ll see some pretty frisky behavior,” Rachel said. “Might even be some bare boobs. Mine.”
“Um… I’d like to but… Could I maybe be with you sometimes in the fall? My family really is strict and I know I couldn’t join you tonight. I’m not sure I’m ready for bare boobs yet.”
“I like you, Brittany. I hope you still want to be with us in the fall,” Beca said. “Jacob, treat her nice this summer.”
We went out to dinner and had fun. Even though Beca rode in Joan’s Miata, I caught her hand as soon as she stepped out of the car and didn’t let go until we were seated. Beca relaxed pretty quickly and leaned against me a good bit during our meals. We went to Red Robin for salads so big the girls split two among them. I gobbled down the whole thing. And then we got a big order of French fries to split among us. So much for eating healthy.
We got to Joan’s house and I again caught Beca’s hand as we headed for the big TV room. There was no sign of Sharon around. Joan put on an old movie and I plopped in one of the recliners, pulling Beca into my lap.
“Why are you being so… um… friendly tonight?” she asked as I held her. She wore her baggy jeans and a flannel shirt with no sleeves. I thought of it as her dyke look, but as tiny as she was, she looked more like an orphan waif. “You and Rachel are usually out making out by now.”
“Rachel and I are going to see each other almost every day this summer,” I said. “I’ll be spending time with Desi at PopCon and she’ll be popping in over the summer, too. Joan will be here for another week before she heads to Chicago. But you are leaving tomorrow.” I turned her face toward me so I was sure she’d get my message. “Kitten, you’re my best friend. I tell you things I wouldn’t tell anyone else. You’ve got a big piece of my heart and you’re taking it to Thailand with you. I’ll miss you more than I can say.”
“Who knew?” she sighed. “Who knew I could ever find a boy who accepted me for what and who I am? I love you, Jacob. You’re my best friend, too.”
She leaned toward me hesitantly and then touched my lips with her own. I didn’t push forward. I recognized it for what it was. A kiss between best friends who were both interested in the other girls in the room. But Beca didn’t let go. Her arms went around my neck and her mouth opened slightly, her tongue touching my lips. I happily joined it with my own. The world kind of stood still while we kissed. She pulled back and looked at me intently as if trying to peer into my soul. It was wide open for her. She started unbuttoning her plaid shirt, hesitating at each button as if a big decision was being made each time. She had an undershirt on—I guess girls call it a camisole. It was a silky fabric and when Beca pushed her shirt open I could clearly see the shape of her little breasts and hard nipples.
“Rachel said there might be bare boobs tonight,” Beca whispered. She pulled my hand to her tummy and slid it under the camisole. “Mine,” she breathed as she returned to our kiss. My hand found the sensitive points as she moved more intently in our kiss and began to whine. Her breasts were small, but not for the size of her frame. They were soft beneath my fingers and Beca moaned as I rubbed her nipples. She finally pushed away from me and slowly removed my hand from her chest. She refastened a couple of the buttons on her shirt, not bothering to see if it was straight.
“I’m still a lesbian, you know?” she said. “But one day next year… One day when we are both lying naked with our faces between Joan’s legs… One day, I’ll let you touch my pussy. May I go play with my girlfriend now?”
I laughed and gave her another little peck on the cheek as she slid off my lap and joined the other three girls on the sofa. They were down to bras, but I didn’t see any bare boobs over there. As soon as Beca sat on Joan’s lap, Desi got up and took her place on mine.
“Mmm. How do you like my new cosplay, lover?” she whispered as she kissed me.
“Nice,” I said, going straight for her big breast and hefting it in my hand. “What is this character?”
“This just represents all the hentai I’ve ever watched.”
“Hentai?”
“It’s anime porn.”
“Why would anyone want to watch cartoon porn?” I asked. “Don’t the Japanese have live action porn?”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered as I started kissing around the tops of her boobs. “Hentai can show, um… angles and closeups you couldn’t possibly get a camera into. It’s all slim girls with impossibly big boobs and impossibly tiny pussies, taking impossibly huge dicks. Take it off, Jacob.” I was trying to get my hand inside her bra cup and the suggestion that I just remove it was welcome. I released her breasts from confinement and she breathed a huge sigh. I went straight to one of her nipples and started sucking on it. Her own hand went into her shorts. I tried to follow it. “I don’t trust anyone else to touch that,” she sighed. “Too easy to break something and we wouldn’t want that. I know how to do it, though, and having you loving my nips is the only other thing I need.”
I was only too happy to suckle on those tits and Desi rocked back and forth on my lap, stimulating my cock as she stimulated her pussy. I bit down a little on her left nipple and she gasped as she came.
“Mmm. Yeah!” I continued to just cuddle and rub those breasts as we kissed. She pulled her hand out of her pants and pressed her fingers to my lips. “I usually clean them off myself, but maybe you’d like a taste.” I licked her fingers and sucked each one into my mouth.
“I’m going to enjoy getting this from the source one day,” I said. “Will you want me to eat you before I take your virginity?” She moaned.
“That will be in the next couple of minutes if I don’t move,” she said. “I need to go suckle our baby girlfriend.” She got up without bothering to refasten her bra and joined the party on the sofa.
Joan gave up her seat and came to sit in my lap. She immediately rearranged my cock under her butt to a more comfortable position and pulled my hand under her skirt on her bare thighs.
“I need just a little more,” she whispered. “My nipples are so stimulated every touch sends shudders through my body. But I need a little more. Please?” She nudged my hand in the direction she wanted it to go and kissed me as I traced up her inner thigh to her wet open pussy.
“No panties?” I said.
“Lost them as soon as we got here,” she said. “But Beca said if I wanted it played with, I’d have to come to you.”
“And would you like to come?” I asked as I sank a finger into her steamy box.
“Yesss,” she whined. We kissed some more as I just lazily finger fucked her, not seriously trying to get her off. She kept building but never quite getting there. Finally, I drifted down to suck one of her pink tips and beat it with my tongue as I thumbed her clit. She screamed loud enough that the girls on the sofa started giggling.
“Mmm. I love touching you, Joan. I hope I can see you again before you leave for Chicago.”
“I wish you could spend the night with me. I want to make love again. I never knew it could be like that.”
“When Beca and I both do you next fall, you’ll think you’ve never experienced sex before,” I teased. She grabbed my hand and shoved two fingers back up her cunt clamping down on them with her Kegels.
The party wound down and we all pulled our clothes back together. Rachel never made it to my lap but I noticed she was holding Beca and gently kissing her while Beca caressed Rachel’s breasts. That was inspiring. Joan took Beca home after we’d all had tearful kisses goodbye. Rachel drove Desi home first and then took me to our favorite parking spot and got in the back seat.
“We’ll have time in bed this summer, but I don’t want to wait to feel you in me,” she said. “Make love to me, Jacob.” I’d been waiting for that invitation all night. I barely made it home by midnight curfew.
I got plenty of playtime in the next couple of days. It seemed that Riko had new outfits for me to try on and Desi had to help me change. And I had to help her, of course. And when Riko got a phone call and went upstairs, Desi and I helped each other, my cock sliding effortlessly between her tits.
Joan picked me up on Sunday afternoon and we walked straight past her mother to her bedroom and made love for two hours. I thought Sharon looked at me a little hungrily when I left, but she never said anything. I would definitely avoid her this summer.
And Rachel and I managed to arrange a date while her brother was with a friend. We spent our time in bed, not just having sex, but talking and just loving each other.
“I’m so proud of the way you accepted Beca,” Rachel whispered. “When you kissed her, I fell in love with you again.”
“You knew?”
“I spent the night with her when you went to prom. We didn’t make love or anything, just slept together and whispered our secrets. I told her how I’d fallen in love with you, but also with her. She told me she was in love with Joan but was so afraid everyone would turn against her. It took a lot of coaxing to get the story out of her. She didn’t tell Joan or Desi, though. She’s not quite there with Desi yet, though she sure liked sucking on her nipples. And with Joan, she was afraid.”
“Joan would never turn on her,” I said firmly. “The girl is under Beca’s spell.”
“She was afraid that if Joan found out before she had part two of the operation that she’d want to… um… experiment with what was left after part one.”
“Rachel, Beca is my best friend. I love her. It’s not like I love you, but I want you to know that I will never let anyone hurt her. Please help me if you think I’m doing something stupid. I just… I’m like Kujo to her Victorique. I just want to carry her around and protect her.”
“There might be times when you need to,” Rachel said. “But don’t smother her. Let her find her identity. I just love you more now.”
“Did you notice how she changed this spring? When I met her, all she ever wore were scruffy baggy clothes like she was hiding her body. This spring she even wore a short skirt a few times.”
“Her head has always been female, but she couldn’t get her body to behave. The hormone regimen gave her the body her head felt. Her body started feeling more feminine. And you helped her confidence. She’s going to be quite the girl when she gets back this fall.”
“I read up on it a little. They don’t usually allow that kind of surgery at her age. Do you know what the rush was?”
“Yeah. National Service. I’ve been reading up on that because I only have two years until I’m in. Since my birthday is in November, I’ll have to start service within six months of graduation. Have you ever read Heinlein’s Starship Troopers? I guess it’s not quite as brutal as that, but there is um… less privacy. Seeing her with boy’s genitals could really screw her up. There are still a lot of people with the same kind of attitude you showed a couple weeks ago.”
“My attitude was based in ignorance. I’m really trying hard not to make snap judgments on outdated prejudices. Help me.”
“I will. But when are you going to tell me your secret, Jacob? You know, it has to come out eventually.”
“I… don’t know. There are still things I need to find out before I know the truth. But, Rachel, I know that one day I’ll tell you everything and that I’ll be even more frightened than Beca when it comes out.”
“I won’t run away, Jacob. I promise.”
Then summer school ate our souls. We had class from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon with an hour break for lunch. We were both surprised to find Ms. Stierwalt was teaching the class. It covered an incredible amount of material very quickly and was mostly for people who had already had Algebra II and either failed the course or wanted to improve their grade with a retake.
“Mr. Hopkins. Miss Evans. This course will be a challenge. We will cover a unit every day. I trust you will help each other to understand the material. Yes?”
“Yes, Ms. Stierwalt. Thank you for having faith in us,” I said.
“I don’t yet. I only have hope.”
At the end of three days, I still had hope but a lot less of it. An accelerated class like this didn’t allow time for the normal homework assignments. They were all done in class and each day ended with a unit test. What we had as homework was reading for the next day. The accelerated class used a different curriculum than the standard workbook. There was a solid chapter of theory to be read before the practical application of the class period. Rachel and I just stayed in the classroom and read the chapter after class before I went to my hour of drivers’ ed. She was waiting for me at five o’clock and we went to either her house or mine for dinner. Then we sat at the table for an hour or two making sure we were prepared as well as possible for the next day. Needless to say, there was no time for making love. I’d have looked forward to the weekend, but Saturday morning early, Desi’s dad picked me up for the trip to Indy.
Summer was going to be a bitch.
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