Heaven’s Gate
24 Birthday Kiss
Saturday morning, after I’d worked out and run, I walked over to Jessica’s mansion. I was truly amazed at how big a place she had buried behind a fairly standard looking façade. Lupe let me in and I took baby Maria from her before I went to see Jessica.
“Goodness, how big you’ve grown, Maria.” She was a little more than three months old. I’m sure my women would tell me I should counting weeks and not months. “Has La Madrina been to see you?”
“Almost every day,” Lupe laughed. “I don’t know how she keeps up with all her babies and works full time, too. I just know she never misses an opportunity to hold and cuddle a baby.”
“The toddlers love her, too,” I said. “I’m sure she’s hoping you’ll have a dozen.”
“Mio Dios! I’m Hispanic, but I’m not Catholic. I promised Jose two. My teats will sag to my knees when this one is done.”
“May I take breakfast to Jessica?”
“I was waiting for you. Let me poach her egg while you entertain Maria.” It wasn’t hard to entertain the baby. I started dancing and she went to sleep. That’s what an exciting two-stepper I am. Lupe took the baby and I took the serving tray to Jessica’s room. I pushed the door open without knocking.
“Happy birthday to you,” I sang as I entered.
“Oh! Yes!” Jessica gasped. She looked at me as she plunged a good-sized dildo into herself and orgasmed.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to walk in on you when you were…”
“Brian, come and kiss me. I just had a great birthday orgasm, but I haven’t been kissed yet.”
I set the tray down on her bedside table and crawled up next to my beautiful Heaven to kiss her. I did my best to make sure it was a birthday kiss she’d remember. Apparently, I did an okay job of it as she dragged the hand I was using to caress her breast down to her wet pussy so I could finger her clit as she came again. I couldn’t get a finger in her because the dildo was still parked inside. When she came, though, her muscles clamped down and the dildo shot out of her opening.
“I love you, Brian,” she whispered as she pulled me to her to kiss again.
“I love you, Jessica. Happy birthday.”
“Would you… like to…”
“You should eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Lupe said it was your favorite for your birthday.”
“She’s so sweet and good to me. And isn’t little Maria a doll?” Jessica said as I placed the tray. “I’m looking forward to spending the summer here this year. We’ve got two more weeks on the road for Redress, then we’re off for the summer. Conrad isn’t happy that I’m taking the entire summer off, but I need a break. I’m twenty-five years old, for God’s sake!”
“You don’t look a day over eighteen,” I laughed.
“Don’t flatter me. Hold me while I finish my breakfast.”
After breakfast and a long time kissing and cuddling, she promised to come to the big house for dinner in the evening so everyone could celebrate. I insisted that Amy, Lupe, and Jose also join us.
Dani, Xan, and Rose accompanied me to Chicago the next week. This was an interesting experiment for us. Elaine had taped in Chicago in February and the results were positive, though there was some coordination needed between Rae-Rae’s studio where Elaine met her audience, and Hearthstone Studios where Reese did her cooking portion. Armand Lockhurst had been working behind the scenes to get some coordination between Rae-Rae and CEN. It was looking like there would never be a long-term agreement, but there were some facilities agreements in the works. Rae-Rae was actually considering doing a special broadcast from the ranch.
The big experiment for us was that we did not have an organization that we were presenting to in our audience. The studio had taken charge of selling tickets for the evening shows. Rae-Rae was finished and out of her studio by two o’clock each day. We moved in and had an audience at five o’clock. April was experiencing working with a new team as a director without her own camera crew. It was a little chaotic, but she was handling it like a champ. She’d learned a lot from Hannah’s experience a few months ago. The whole thing was intense.
In spite of the fact that ticket sales were managed by the studio, Barbara had a strong hand in helping get an audience. She’d been in Chicago most of the past week and stayed through our taping on Monday before she went home to her family. She said she’d had fun but was anxious to get home. I didn’t blame her. But the results of her efforts were clear. The audiences had all bought tickets that included signed releases since nearly everyone was under eighteen. We could get away with implied consent if our audiences were over eighteen, but minors needed an explicit release. I got to thinking about that and talked to Frankie and Chuck Tuesday night. They went to work and got me fresh material for Friday’s audience. I didn’t want to try it before then, just in case I got kicked out.
Our audience Friday night comprised eighth and ninth graders celebrating starting high school the next year. Some schools in the area had middle school that was sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. Some had junior high school that was seventh, eighth, and ninth grades. Regardless, in addition to the kids in the audience, there was a fair percentage of parents, too. After our band for the day did a warm up twenty minutes of music that got the kids rocking, I went straight to the heart of the matter in my monologue.
ME: You’re all fourteen and fifteen-year-olds according to our audience survey, right? Oh, yeah, and parents. You parents might not actually want to listen to what I’m going to say, but if you’re smart, you will. Now…
How many of you are horny? [gasps and titters]
Hey! You’re teenagers getting ready to go into high school. It’s normal. I can’t remember a time from my fourteenth birthday until this morning when I wasn’t horny. I remember even earlier that my mother provided me with a little reference guide called Facts of Life and Love for Teens. It made me hornier. All of a sudden, I knew things. At least in theory. It took me until I was fifteen before I figured out that girls didn’t get pregnant by touching their navels. Guys, if you still think that, you need to read the book again. I did.
I was so overwhelmed by hormones when I was fourteen that I could become aroused by going grocery shopping. Oranges. Grapefruit. Oh, my gosh! Honeydew melons! Even before I knew how it all worked, I wanted to do it all. I wanted to experience everything. I couldn’t wait. If only I had a driver’s license and my parents would let me date. And if only I knew a girl who would go out with me. When I started high school, there were only a few girls I knew who were shorter than me. What girl wants to go out with the little kid?
A few years ago, Tom Hanks was in a movie called Big. Oh, that was me. I wanted to be big!
Understand that I was a country kid. I couldn’t just meet my date at the corner and catch a bus to the movie theater. You kids in the city probably already know about everything I’m saying. I am not going to ask you to identify yourselves as virgins or non-virgins because many of you have parents sitting right behind you. And a lot more of you have potential sex partners sitting within three seats of you.
Go ahead. Look around.
What I’ve come to find out, though, is that even among the most callous and experienced of us, that whole topic is a little scary. What if it hurts? What if you can’t get it up? What if he tells all his friends? What if she laughs? What if you get pregnant? What about STDs? Who’s responsible for buying condoms? What if he won’t stop when I say no? What if she sees the pimple on my butt?
Add your own fear to the list. There’s something every single one of you are afraid of when it comes to having sex, even if it’s not for the first time.
My friends and I grew up together. I went to school with pretty much the same people from the time I was in kindergarten until I graduated from high school. Maybe that’s something different between the country and the city, too. And we were all scared. And that’s when we came up with the agreement. The first week of our freshman year in high school, we made a pact with each other. We wanted to be able to safely date and have fun with each other, and even to experiment a little if we were in the mood. But we agreed on these things:
I will treat everyone in this agreement with fairness, equality, and respect.
I will not engage in anything that has a sexual element, including holding hands and kissing, without the explicit consent of the other party involved.
I can decline any offer of any intimacy with any person at any time and no one will pressure me to change my limits.
I will not be jealous of anything anyone else does in the group. Consent with one person does not imply consent with all.
I will abstain from all skin-to-skin genital contact until I am at least sixteen and from any penetration until I am at least seventeen.
I may date others who are not a part of this agreement as long as they agree to the terms while we are dating.
Tonight, on XX/XY, we are going to discuss the terms of the agreement and talk about how you can have an exciting and generally safe high school love life. Let’s have some more music!
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