The Agreement
22 Unwritten Rules
I REALIZED what a hard time we were going to have on varsity next year. Lamar, Jeff, and Birdman were all graduating this year. Lionel and a junior named Troy would be the anchors next year, but I couldn’t think of anyone on our JV team that could step up to take the place of those three. The Portage varsity was twice as good as their JV team, but neither Lionel, Lamar, nor Birdman would give an inch under the basket. We were down by a point at half-time and were already exhausted and hoarse. Jennifer and Courtney came and plopped down on my knees during the break.
“I didn’t know you were coming down for the game today,” I said. “Nobody tells me anything.”
“Mom didn’t agree until you won your game yesterday,” Jennifer said. “Then she finally agreed to bring us down. We’re spending the night with Samantha because no one would agree to let us spend the night with you. Really! But of course, Mom is spending the night at your house.”
“Oh. She just thinks she’ll get fresh bread in the morning,” I laughed.
“Well, bake a lot of it because Samantha is bringing her parents to breakfast with us.”
“Wow! I’m glad somebody let me know! So why did you want to come down and see us trounced.”
“Oh, we didn’t really come down to see you play,” Courtney said. She giggled and nuzzled at my neck. “We wanted to come and interview the new girlfriend and boyfriend before we vote Monday. I sat all the first half by Sora.”
“Josh is a hunk,” Jennifer added. “And after he figured out who we were, he relaxed. It was really good, though. He was afraid we were just there to test him to see if he’d screw around on the group. He has a few antiquated ideas that he’s really trying to get over. He was a perfect gentleman, even when I asked to kiss him for defending our girlfriend.”
“We’re switching places for the second half. I’ve got Josh and Jennifer has Sora. This will be the real test.”
I had no idea what the real test was, but I knew that Courtney would drive Josh insane. Like she was driving me.
“Thank you for bringing Jennifer and Courtney down for the game, Mrs. Pratt,” I said when she stumbled into the kitchen in the morning. I handed her a cup of coffee and pointed to the table where the cream and sugar were.
“You’re practically my son-in-law, Brian. I think you can call me Anna.”
“I don’t want to be disrespectful.” Anna grabbed me by my cheeks and shook my face in hers.
“Make me bread. That’s all the respect I need.” The timer dinged and I pulled three loaves out of the oven. I sliced off a big hunk and handed it to Anna with the honey jar and butter.
“Mmm. Do you have any chocolate I can put in my coffee?” I handed her the can of cocoa. “If only my daughter were so obedient!” she said around a mouthful of fresh hot bread.
“Oh, believe me, she is,” I said as I winked at her. Her eyes got big.
“Are we eating all the bread before the guests arrive?” Mom asked. I pointed at the two uncut loaves.
“There are two more here and I’ve got two I just put in the oven, Mom. Help yourself to a fresh slice.”
I learned at the dude ranch the last time that nine was really one more than the max you should serve omelets to. I’d fallen back on my favorite spinach, bacon, and cheese quiche—kind of a cross between Loraine and Florentine—for breakfast this morning. When Jennifer, Courtney, Samantha, Lexi, and Mr. and Mrs. Cortales arrived, the smell in the house was incredible. I introduced Mr. and Mrs. Cortales to Mom, Dad, and Anna. Of course, Mrs. Cortales had met Mom and Anna at the dude ranch last fall, but I was trying to be polite. When I went back into the kitchen, all four girls were stuffing bread and butter into their mouths.
“This is so good, I’m going to come,” Samantha moaned. Then she looked at her little sister with wide eyes. “You didn’t hear that, squirt!”
“May I have a kiss from my boyfriend?” Jennifer asked. I swept her up in my arms and kissed her tenderly and deeply. “Mmm,” she sighed. “That’s almost better than bread!”
“No way!” Courtney said. “May I have a kiss, Brian?” I sure wasn’t going to deny Courtney the kiss I’d just given Jennifer. “Oh, I love you, Brian. When are we going to run off and get married?”
“Hey girlfriend! Move over,” Samantha cried. “Brian, I give you permission to kiss me all over my face and lips and mouth and neck and… we’d better stop there because my baby sister is standing behind me.” I laughed and kissed Samantha like the wonderful lover I knew she was. She just hugged me and hung on until another voice piped up.
“Um… May I have a kiss… um… boyfriend?”
I looked over at Lexi. Her eyes were wide as she watched her sister cuddle in my arms. I squeezed Samantha and sat in a chair facing Lexi. I was amazed that I was half a foot taller than this seventh grader.
“Lexi, you know I’m your sister’s boyfriend, not yours. Your sister and I and Courtney and Jennifer have an agreement. I’m sure you know about it.”
“Yeah. When can I sign the agreement and be a real girlfriend?”
“I don’t know if you can, sweetheart.” I opened my arms. “Hug?” She came to me and I hugged her while Samantha looked on and smiled. “I found out there’s a real difference between junior high and senior high. Not so much during high school, but a little. I don’t know about college yet. But if you’d like, I’ll give you a little kiss.” She smiled and turned her face up to mine. I softly caressed her lips with mine and then pulled back.
“Wow! I can’t wait to tell the gang I got kissed on the lips!” she said. I shook my head and looked at Samantha.
“Not if you ever hope to have another one,” Samantha said. Lexi looked horrified. “Unwritten rule number three: Never talk about intimate details of your date with others. Believe me Sis, it’s a rule we’ve all had to learn the hard way.”
“What are the first two rules?” Lexi asked. She picked up on that really quickly.
“Always walk your date to and from her door. No matter what,” Jennifer said.
“Always call your date the next day to make sure he or she is okay and had a good time,” Courtney added.
“Wow! Are there more unwritten rules?”
“Rule number four,” Courtney said. Jennifer hung her head and nodded. “Don’t share confidences your date has shared with you.”
“You mean like gossip?” Lexi asked.
“That and more,” I said. “Let’s say your boyfriend shares with you that he heard about a great summer job he’s going to apply for so he’ll have money to take you out. Then you tell all your friends because you’re proud of him, right?” She nodded. “But maybe then somebody else hears what you’ve said and gets the job before your boyfriend. Then what will he think about sharing exciting personal news with you again?”
“Oh, he’d never tell me anything!” Lexi practically wailed.
“It’s because you broke his trust,” Jennifer said softly. “Big blabbermouth that I am, I’m still trying to earn Brian’s trust back.” I released Lexi and held out my arms to Jennifer. She collapsed in my arms and hugged me.
“Sweetheart, that’s why we have unwritten rule number five. Let others know what your rules are. I can’t expect you to follow a rule if I haven’t told you what it is. That’s why we have a written agreement for the big stuff.”
“I love you, Brian,” Jennifer sniffed.
“I love you, too,” Courtney said.
“And I love you,” Samantha added. Lexi sighed.
“Brian?” Mom called from the family room. “How much time do we have?”
“We should be ready to serve in five minutes, Mom,” I called back.
“Is there more coffee?”
We started scrambling to get everything set for breakfast and to take the adults more coffee.
“I want a soft squishy date for the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance,” Sugar announced. She sat down straight across from me and stared me in the eye.
“You think I’m soft and squishy?” I asked, raising one eyebrow. I’d seen Hannah do that and thought it looked pretty cool.
“It’s not how your body is built, but how you hold it against me,” Sugar purred.
“Us,” Rose said as she sat next to Sugar and put an arm around her. “How you hold it against us.”
“Oh. Well. I…”
“Shh.”
“I think I want a strong, handsome, manly date for the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance,” Rhiannon said as she approached the table. Carl slid into the seat next to mine and Rhiannon sat facing him. It took him a second before he realized she was talking directly to him. His eyes popped open.
“I like your idea, Rhiannon,” Sora said. “I’d love to be held in the arms of a strong, handsome, manly man at the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance.” She looked directly into Doug’s eyes and he suddenly looked like he’d been treed. Brenda pushed Lionel into a seat at our table and Candace and Renee approached our table with butts swaying in unison.
“Oh Li-on-el,” Candace sang.
“Choo-Choo?” Renee pled. Lionel looked up from a plateful of mystery meat.
“Wouldn’t you like to take the older…”
“…mature…”
“…experienced…”
“…women to the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance?” I finally realized this was all a setup and that the girls had it all worked out in advance. I turned my attention to Sugar and Rose, but they were intently watching the rest of the drama unfold. I wondered how Geoff and Josh would take this. They definitely weren’t used to having girls control their lives. Well, get used to it, boyfriends.
“Yummy Josh, did your mama ever tell you not to date a black girl?”
“Uh… no, Denise.”
“She lost her chance then, ’cause you goin’ with me to the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance. I’m gonna hold you and squeeze you all evening.” Josh clenched his legs together and I thought he might have been trying to keep from coming in his pants. Just looking at Denise in the tight shirt and pants she was wearing today was risking it.
“Hi, Geoff. I know this is late and you probably have everything planned out already, but I was wondering if I could, sort of, give you a ride to the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance. I don’t have anyone to go with, so I figured I’d just go stag… with you.” Geoff’s mouth slowly fell open as Samantha finished her speech. He was lost. I was concerned, though. I’d thought we’d just all go as a group and not have individual dates.
“You guys!” Brenda said. “Just two words. David Bowie.”
“He’s taking you to the dance?” Sarah asked dreamily.
“No. I got the movie Labyrinth. Want to come watch it with me, Sarah? It will be fun.”
“I’m just hanging out at Liz’s house with her and Whitney,” Hannah said. “Valentines is kind of icky.”
“Why don’t you join us?” Brenda asked. “We’ll have a sleepover. How about you, Cassie? Will your folks let you have a sleepover at my house?”
“I think so. It will just be us girls, won’t it?” Cassie asked. That girl was really coming out of her shell. She was teasing right along with Brenda.
“Guaranteed, no boys.”
“What about Jennifer and Courtney,” Rose asked. “They’re so sweet.”
“I talked to Courtney yesterday,” Samantha said. “She and Jennifer are having a sleepover. I think they have things well… uh… in hand.” We all laughed.
“Well, I guess that settles it,” Rose said. “We all have dates for Valentine’s Day.”
“Don’t the guys get any say?” Carl stupidly asked.
“Look around you, Skinny Ass,” Denise said, winking at him. “Who else would you wanna ask?” Carl wisely shut up.
“Brian, my folks are driving Saturday night so your parents don’t have to worry. But if your parents stay up kind of late, we might leave the dance early and my parents would love to have time with yours.”
“I’ll check with them, Rose,” I said. “I don’t think there will be a problem. Is Sugar okay with that?”
“Brian, Brian, Brian. Do you think two hot lesbians would put together a date without making sure everything was okay?” Rose asked. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to think of two hot lesbians.
The Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Dance was… sweet. Both Rose and Sugar came to my door to pick me up and I had a corsage for each of them.
“I give you explicit permission to touch me any way you need to in order to pin that flower right against my left tit, Cracker,” Sugar said. “And then to give me a big ol’ sloppy kiss.” I laughed and pinned her flower on, making sure she knew it was exactly over her left tit. Then I kissed her with more than a little enthusiasm. “If that flower ain’t flat as a pancake by the end of tonight, I’m sending it back,” she whispered. I turned to Rose.
“What she said,” Rose said, grinning. Yeah. And what she got. We were ready to go and, of course, Mom had to get a picture of the three of us together.
The dance started at eight and we told Rose’s parents we’d be ready to go home at ten-thirty.
We met the other boyfriends and girlfriends who were at the dance. Every one of the guys looked overwhelmed while the girls all talked excitedly to each other. This was a night we’d all reserved to dance exclusively with our dates. And we didn’t take turns. When there was fast music, we all three danced a couple feet from each other and those girls could shake their booties! When there were slow numbers, I wrapped my arms around both Rose and Sugar and held them as they held each other and we shuffled our feet, swaying around the gym.
There was a lot of whispering and we each gave the others permission to have little kisses and to hold each other while we danced. It was Valentine’s Day and the chaperones weren’t being too strict.
“No readmission,” Ms. Hammer said as we gathered our coats. Sometimes I thought those were the only words she knew.
“We’re leaving now, Ms. Hammer,” Rose said. “My parents will be here at exactly ten-thirty. Curfew, you know. We’re only fifteen.” Ms. Hammer watched out the door as we walked down the steps and Mr. and Mrs. Davis drove up to meet us. We were very reserved in the car. I sat in the middle and Rose and Sugar leaned against me. Rose whispered that her brother was at an overnight at a friend’s house. I guess guys in seventh grade still did that kind of thing. I couldn’t remember. We all went in and Mr. and Mrs. Davis joined my parents. They laughed and talked and took some pictures and then the adults went to the family room. Rose led Sugar and me to the stairs.
“And we’re climbing a stairway to heaven,” Rose sang softly.
Rose and Sugar are the shortest members of our dating group. They’re both only five-one. Rose is a svelt, blue-eyed blonde who is totally stacked. Sugar is black as night with eyes so dark I can’t see any color and dark nappy hair. She has about the same size breasts as Rose, but they are on a frame that is more generously proportioned.
“You see, Rose, boys just don’t appreciate a full-figured woman. They want all you skinny chicks.”
“Oh, I think Brian will appreciate every inch of your full figure, Sugar. And so will I. May I have permission to kiss you and hold you?”
“Oh yeah. I ain’t really no lesbian, but girl you’d turn on a dead stick.”
“You haven’t even kissed me yet,” Rose said. I just sort of stared as Rose and Sugar made out. Fuck! That was so hot! “May I touch your breasts, Sugar?”
“Hell yes, if I can touch yours. But if that skinny ass boy don’t get over here quick, I’m going to be hurt.”
“Come here, Brian,” Rose commanded. “Can your girlfriends, Rose and Sugar have permission to touch you any way that is legal under the rules?” Crap! I’m just going to come right now and have it over with.
“Yes. May I have permission to kiss my two girlfriends?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Sugar sighed.
The three of us just sank to the area rug in the middle of the floor. I didn’t want to get on the bed because it squeaks. We ended up with Rose and me on either side of Sugar. We could all put our arms around each other as we took turns kissing and then tried to all kiss together.
“Sugar, may I touch your breasts while we kiss?” I asked.
“Really, Brian? We kid around a lot and I like the kiss, but you don’t gotta make out with this big black girl.”
“Let me rephrase that,” I said cautiously. “Sugar, may Rose and I have permission to push your top down and suck on your sweet chocolate nipples.” Sugar shuddered and pulled her own strapless gown top down.
“Here they are, baby. Suck my big black titties.” I smiled at Rose and she asked with her lips for a kiss that I gladly supplied. Then we bent to Sugar’s nipples and both started sucking. Sugar rose fast and I was afraid several parents would come to the stairs. I gently put my hand over Sugar’s mouth and she bit down on me hard enough that I accidentally bit her nipple. She came up off the floor and then back down with a thump. I looked up at Rose and mouthed the word ‘bite.’ In a second, Sugar was stiff and arched up with her stomach pointed up in the air. I was afraid my hand was going to bleed from the way she was biting it. When she sank back to the floor, she pushed our faces away from her breasts.
“You really did it,” she panted.
“Sugar, if you aren’t done, I’d like to touch your pussy outside your panties,” I said.
“Shit, I wish I’d worn some, now,” Sugar gasped. “I figured they’d just get wet and icky. You give good, but can you two take it? Rose, may Brian and me have your permission to suck your titties like you just sucked mine? And since he can’t touch my pussy, can he touch yours outside your panties while we make love to you?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rose sighed. It didn’t take us long. Rose’s top was up over her boobs and Sugar was sucking a nipple while I kissed my little blonde beauty and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Brian,” she gasped. “Nobody… ever… yet. Please?” she spread her legs and gave me open access to her panty-clad pussy. I loved Rose’s tits, but just now I wanted to kiss her while she came on my hand. When she did, I could feel her juices as they soaked her panties. She pulled at Sugar and me and begged us to stop as she held and kissed us both.
I felt a hand on my cock and tensed, but realized I’d given them permission to touch me any way that was legal under the agreement. Rose rolled over the top of me to the right side and I felt two hands stroking me. Fingers were working on my shirt buttons and as soon as my shirt was open, lips were searching for my little boy-nips. What a feeling! It was me biting my hand now as Rose and Sugar alternated between kissing each other and licking my nipples. I shot a full load into my shorts and they spread it around with my underwear.
My watch made a little beeping sound and I looked at it. It was twenty till twelve.
“We need to get ourselves straightened up and ready to leave,” I said. “It’s almost curfew.” I managed to help each of them into their tops by holding their boobs steady while they pulled their tops into position. I’d just finished zipping my pants when Mom called.
“Kids? It’ a quarter till twelve. Everyone is leaving so they will be home before curfew.” We trooped downstairs and grabbed their jackets. Rose reached up and whispered in my ear.
“Sugar is spending the night with me tonight. Just think of what will be happening twenty-five minutes from now.”
I was pretty sure I’d be coming again.
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