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The Blue Box part 4 of 8
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Chapter 19
Cheryl asked what else was different with the Device. Jeffrey
was anxious to explain all the new developments. "This box does quite
a bit more than the other one. It's a lot smarter, has more memory,
and is programmable, if you know what you're doing."
Cheryl and Deirdre both asked at once, "Programmable?"
"Well, yes. The first version of the Device couldn't do anything
unless you imagined it happening RIGHT THEN. That was no fun,
because, for example, if I were to roll a tennis ball over to you, one
of us would have to pay attention to it, or it would just stop moving.
The one you saw yesterday could handle SEQUENCES of events-- flying
birds, disappearing clothes, or other things that happen the same way
no matter what you do." Cheryl had mastered event sequences when she
changed him into a female, literally setting it up in advance so
Jeffrey would go through the changes she wanted. "This device can
handle repetitive or conditional events. That means you can set up
some event which happens IF, or WHEN, something else happens, even if
you're not in control of the other events. I can say, if Cheryl will
let me, that IF someone touches the top of the table, THEN it will
turn green. I don't have to stick around waiting for someone to touch
it, and then make it green myself. If I set up something like that,
Cheryl could undo it. But if she did, I couldn't undo it, because
she's holding the box."
Deirdre touched the table, and it did, indeed, turn green.
"Neat", she exclaimed.
Jeffrey tried something else. "Watch this one." A thin piece of
plastic appeared in his hands, clear, and about a foot and a half
square. It had sixteen small squares on it, visible from either side,
which were just black outlines. He handed it to Deirdre, who took it
by the edges. "Cheryl, don't do anything. Just watch. I'm going to
play one myself, and not even pay attention to Deirdre."
Deirdre still didn't know what to do with it.
"Touch any box," Jeffrey said. "Try to get four in a row before
the Device does."
Deirdre touched a square, which glowed green. A light "beep"
sound came from nowhere. Then, another square glowed red, with an
omnious "bong" noise. Deirdre touched another square, there was
another beep, and another bong, and two more colored squares. This
went on for a few more seconds until there were four red squares along
the bottom row. A deep voice laughed, and boomed out: "You LOSE!!!
Hahahahaha." The winning squares blinked. Then the piece of plastic
just vanished.
"That whole series of CONDITIONAL events was set up before, while
I was testing. I can start the same thing again without having to
put a lot of mental effort into it." Three more plastic sheets
appeared. He handed one to Cheryl, and one to Deirdre, and played the
third himself. "Damn", yelled Jeffrey, as four red squares started
blinking and the "You LOSE!!! Hahahahahaha" sound boomed out. A
moment later, a giant illuminated sign appeared, with arrows pointing
to Deirdre, who was holding a game with four blinking green squares.
The sign said "Congratulations!". Bells rang, sirens whooped, and
then the sign and plastic card vanished.
Cheryl was still staring at her card. She had made one bad move,
so that either of the moves she could now make would result in a loss.
As the other two were watching, one of the red squares on her game
turned green. Cheryl then touched the one in the corner, causing
another "Congratulations" sign to materialize. "No fair!" yelled
Jeffrey.
"Of course it's fair. Everything's fair to ME. I'm holding the
box! By the way, nice work. That's really neat how things can happen
by themselves. Now I have to think up some uses for it!"
Chapter 20
It wasn't too long before the first few erotic thoughts crossed
Cheryl's mind. Meanwhile, the trio had just been talking, and amusing
themselves with simple magic tricks, all of which used real magic.
Cheryl had promised Deirdre some fun, but, with all the joking going
on, it was time to play one on her. She waited until the others were
watching her.
"And now, a real disappearing act!", she said in a very
professional voice. She stared at Deirdre for a second. She picked a
bag up from the floor, which had materialized where the others
couldn't see it. Holding it open to them, and then shaking it just as
magicians do, she showed that it was empty. "Nothing up my
sleeve...", she exclaimed with laughter. She reached into the bag,
fumbled around for a few seconds, and pulled a shirt from it. It was
Deirdre's. Cheryl had a very wide smile on as Deirdre discovered that
her shirt was no longer on her, but in Cheryl's hand! Jeffrey was
looking at her. She felt a bit embarassed for a few seconds, as she
put her arms in front of her bosom. Then she relaxed a bit, lowered
her arms, and took a deep breath, making the contents of her bra a
little more prominent, as if to show off.
Cheryl was digging around in the bag again. "Let's see... What
else do I have here?"
Deirdre felt a tug on her bra, which Cheryl pulled out of the bag
from across the table. Her breasts bounced a bit as the bra
disappeared. Jeffrey looked again, and this time looked away quickly.
Deirdre felt embarassed again.
"Hmmm.... What's this?" Cheryl queried, as she rummaged around
once again. She tugged as if whatever it was inside the bag wouldn't
come out easily. She pulled out Jeffrey's underpants, which vanished
from inside his pants. (Cheryl couldn't have done that if she hadn't
already known just what he was wearing!)
Deirdre and Cheryl both giggled. "Hey!" yelled Jeffrey. Cheryl
reached into the bag again, and gave Jeffrey's cock a gentle squeeze.
He started to grow inside his pants.
Cheryl then, in rapid succession, pulled from the bag Jeffrey's
shirt, his pants, and Deirdre's slacks, and finally panties. She
pulled her own shirt off over her head, and then made her own bra
disappear, as well as the bag, and everyone's footwear. She made the
table disappear, which gave Jeffrey a good look a Deirdre's private
parts and vice versa.
It became a contest of sorts. In minutes everyone was showing
off. Cheryl had managed to relax everyone's inhibitions. "What do
you think?", she asked of Jeffrey, while pointing to Deirdre's bush,
which was neatly trimmed, looking a little less natural than her own.
Jeffrey didn't know how he was supposed to answer. "Not bad.
It's no fair though. There's nothing to see from here." He was
right-- all he could see was the dark patch of hair between Deirdre's
legs. The actual equipment, unlike his own, was concealed, at least
until she was ready to use it.
"GUYS don't have to cover up their CHEST. Besides, what would
you want to see anyway?" With that, Deirdre slid down in her chair a
bit, and lifted one leg, spreading her legs apart. The lips of her
pussy were visible; as she spread her legs, the lips parted. Jeffrey
and Cheryl both got a good look and the pink flesh inside, and the
moist opening into her body.
Jeffrey closed his eyes and sighed, the image fixed in his mind.
His cock grew completely hard.
Deirdre put her leg down, and then stood up, pointing an accusing
finger at Cheryl. "What about YOU?"
Cheryl still had her pants on. She stood up, and her jeans and
panties disappeared at the same time. "Fair is fair", she said.
Jeffrey opened his eyes, and looked at Cheryl. She smiled at him, her
pussy looming at about eye level with Jeffrey. It wasn't as
interesting as the view that Deirdre had just shocked him with.
Cheryl was standing with her legs together. He sighed again. Both
girls noticed the state he was in... Their bodies had melted him.
Chapter 21
Cheryl startled Jeffrey back to life by zapping the chair out
from underneath him. He fell to the floor, hitting his rump on the
somewhat rough carpeting. "Ow!", he yelled.
Cheryl apologized, having underestimated the force of the impact.
She changed the flooring from carpet, to a smooth, comfortable
surface, kind of like foam rubber. It was soft to the touch, but you
wouldn't sink down into it. Deirdre nodded in approval. She
simplified the room, eliminating all the furniture, and making the
room square, and smaller. There were no doors. Jeffrey stretched his
legs out, and started to sit up.
Cheryl stepped over him, straddling his legs, with her hands on
his shoulders. Her pussy was almost right in his face. Her scent was
mesmerizing. She squatted down, pushing his shoulders, and forcing
him to lie down. He didn't complain. In seconds she was straddling
his pelvis, her pussy wide open, and his cock pointed straight into
it. He grabbed her hips, and helped her ease down onto him. She
teased him a bit, pulling up just as the tip of his cock touched her.
Deirdre was watching intently, noticing the elements of Cheryl's and
Jeffrey's technique she hadn't seen yet. Cheryl finally sat down,
squeezing him between her legs, and his penis sank deep into her
vagina. With that done, sitting stationary and upright, she looked up
at Deirdre. "Well, come on!! Take a ride!" She squeezed her vagina,
sending a silent, invisible wink to Jeffrey. He squeezed his own
muscles, sending the reply.
Deirdre was standing over Jeffrey, with her feet on either side
of Jeffrey's head. She was facing Cheryl. Deirdre smiled at Jeffrey,
then squatted down. She got on her knees, and twisted around to take
one last look at her pussy's target. "I'm gonna come all over you",
she said to him, with a wide grin. Jeffrey sent another "message" to
Cheryl, who then smiled at Deirdre. Deirdre then slowly settled down
on Jeffrey. His face disappeared between her legs. She squirmed a
bit, nestling him in, and allowing her pussy to open to him. Her lips
opened around his. She put most of her weight on him, pinning him
down. Her legs squeezed his head-- blocking his ears. Jeffrey
tampered with the image to allow himself to breathe, through his nose.
His mouth was sealed to Deirdre's cunt. He started to probe it with
his tongue, and he reached up and found her tits with his hands. Even
though he couldn't see, hear, or talk, he did an admirable job.
Deirdre's breasts were a little larger than Cheryl's, and her nipples
responded to his touch just as quickly. His tongue circled her
clitoris. She started moaning.
Cheryl, jealous for a second at Deirdre's state of arousal,
started rocking back and forth, and then started sliding up and down.
Jeffrey started to bounce underneath her. She didn't feel as
involved; Jeffrey couldn't reach her body with his hands, and she was
watching him play with Deirdre. Deirdre and Jeffrey left the world of
self-control before Cheryl did-- Jeffrey being unable to communicate
with her any longer, even through his cock, which was too busy inside
her now. As she saw Deirdre show familiar signs of an approaching
orgasm, her own seemed far away. So, Cheryl tried something new. She
whispered to herself... "Let him hear me. I've got to talk to
him..."
Jeffrey was startled by Cheryl's voice, which was coming from
inside his head somewhere. "Jeffrey... I need you... Take me with
you..."
Jeffrey pulled his tongue from Deidre for a moment. He replied,
just as Cheryl had. He had never thought of this use of the Device
before. "You ARE coming with me... I'm giving as much of myself as I
can..."
He took one hand off of Deirdre's bosom, and grabbed Cheryl's
hand with it. "You have to hurry, I can't hang on much longer..."
Cheryl had yet another good idea. "You can hang on as long as
you want..."
Deirdre's juices were getting to Jeffrey. Even without his
tongue, she was starting to come, and the juices he was swallowing
were making him lose touch with everything. He managed to get a final
few words out to Cheryl... "Use... A... Conditional...".
Cheryl knew what he meant. She sent a few words to him. Not
only did those words give the Device a rule to follow, but just
thinking them sent Cheryl into a deep level of intercourse. "You
CAN'T come... until I do..."
Chapter 22
Jeffrey's tongue was back inside Deirdre's body. He had it grow
inside her, so that it was long, and thrust it in and out, feeling the
texture of her vagina with his tongue. Every contraction squeezed it.
Her come started to leak over Jeffrey's face. Deirdre's orgasm
continued, and more come flowed from her than Jeffrey could drink.
She loved to come, to see the fluid leave her own body and cover
someone else, as if it was evidence of her pleasure that she could
keep. With the Device, the amount of fluid she could produce was
unlimited. She took advantage of it. Jeffrey's hair was wet, even,
beneath her pelvis. It made him slippery, and she slid her body
around a bit.
Jeffrey was on the edge. Cheryl's pussy was ready to suck his
come out of him, and he was ready to shoot it into her, but he just
couldn't. He was on the edge, but couldn't go over it.
Deirdre, exhausted, out of breath, and completely drained, let
her orgasm complete itself. Jeffrey knew that it was over, and
returned his tongue to his mouth. With a sucking noise, Deirdre
lifted herself from Jeffrey, who immediately started panting. She lay
down next to him.
Cheryl went on for a few more minutes, sometimes taking it easy,
and sometimes very intense. She started coming when Jeffrey took both
tits in his hands. Jeffrey felt her orgasm. His own was still
pending; the semen already built up, and ready to leave him. Finally,
just as Cheryl finished coming, Jeffrey went stiff, pushing his cock
in as far as possible, and letting his come enter her body. It was
finally over. Fluid leaked from Cheryl, into Jeffrey's pubic hair.
Deirdre was still panting. Touching the puddle of her own come,
which surrounded Jeffrey's head and made his hair both wet and sticky,
she talked to Cheryl. "Not bad, huh?"
That was another running joke between them. Always highly
competitive, Cheryl and Deirdre had even compared the quantity of
their own come, as if that was some measure of sexual ability.
Cheryl said, "Not bad, but...", and pointed to the spot where she
was joined with Jeffrey, and liquid was still dripping out.
"That doesn't count. That's Jeffrey's too."
That got Cheryl to her feet. Staring Deirdre right in the eyes,
she said: "Oh YEAH?? Take THIS, then!" She squatted down a bit,
still straddling Jeffrey, and a flood of come lurched forth from her
pussy. It was very warm as it poured onto Jeffrey, and didn't stop,
as if someone had left a faucet open. "So there!"
"Okay, Okay, you win! Stop already, you're getting ME all wet."
Since everything was wet anyway, Cheryl shook her pelvis once in
Deirdre's direction, splashing her with the hot liquid. Then the flow
stopped, and Cheryl's pussy closed. Things had gotten quite silly.
"Time for a shower, I think", Jeffrey said quietly. With that,
Cheryl transported them all to the top of a grassy hill, outside, in
the dark mid-afternoon as some storm clouds rolled by. It started
raining. The rain was warm, and cleaned them all up. Jeffrey sat up,
and rinsed the come out of his hair. Nobody said anything about
Cheryl's novel way of taking a shower.
A few minutes later, the rain stopped. It was warm and breezy
out. The seagulls from last time were back, though they made less
sense here since there was no ocean in sight. The sky lightened a
bit. Everyone was warm and dry, still naked, after a time. Nobody
said anything, until Cheryl finally broke the silence. "So, what do
you think of my boyfriend?"
Jeffrey's ears perked up. He was Cheryl's boyfriend. He liked
that.
"I'd take him myself if he wasn't yours." So flattering!
Jeffrey had to return the comment.
"You're BOTH good. I haven't been able to overestimate Cheryl
yet." Jeffrey licked his lips. "And you DEFINITELY know what you're
doing, Deirdre." She smiled. Both girls slid over and leaned up
against him. He put one hand on each of them, gently caressing
Cheryl's left breast, and Deirdre's right. They sat again in this
position for a "while" (minutes having no real definition).
Chapter 23
Cheryl sat up. "Well, shall we go back? Or do you want to go
flying or something?"
Deirdre wasn't too excited about flapping about thousands of feet
from the ground. "Well, I'm kind of beat, and I don't want to
impose.."
Cheryl answered: "It's no trouble at all. We can go back and
find something REAL to do..."
Deirdre jumped in. "Well, there IS one thing I'd like to SEE
with my own eyes, if you two will oblige me. "
Jeffrey answered, "What's that? Whatever you like."
"After all, we could have just done what we did in real life,
almost. Well, what I'd really like to see is what Cheryl told me
about. I want to see her pussy swallow you, if you don't mind."
Jeffrey looked at Cheryl. Her pussy looked so small... It
looked like she was thinking about it.
Cheryl, without turning her head, said, "Ok... Let's go back...".
A moment later, they were back in Jeffrey's apartment, just as they
had left it, except that the floor was clean and dry now. Deirdre's
eyes lit up. "You're really going to do it?"
Jeffrey smiled a bit at the thought. Cheryl first said, "Of
course! That's what you wanted, right? Not as if we haven't done it
before! But this time, I'm going to do it RIGHT, so I don't lose
reality..." She pointed to Jeffrey, and uttered a command: "Shrink!"
Jeffrey looked around, at himself. "Huh?" Nothing seemed to be
happening.
"You're a little too big to fit inside right now!" Cheryl
pointed to her pussy, which did indeed seem to be tiny when one is
considering being inside of it. "So, I'm shrinking you. About cock-
sized would be very nice!"
Deirdre ran her fingers through Cheryl's bush, touching for an
instant the lips of her pussy. "I can't believe it!"
Jeffrey was shorter than Cheryl now. He reached up and touched
her, and his hands slid down her sides as he shrank. When he only
came up to her knees, she sat on the floor, spreading her legs, with
one on each side. She waited. Deirdre knelt down beside Cheryl so
she could get a close look.
Jeffrey was now only about six inches tall. He looked up at
Deirdre, who smiled and then laughed at him. He didn't say anything;
he didn't know what his voice should sound like. He walked to
Cheryl's crotch, and ran his fingers through the stiff, wiry hair,
touching the moist lips that he only could have moved with both hands.
Unlike before, she hadn't grown a bit. He couldn't have climbed over
her legs, even. He started to walk away from her, as if he was having
second thoughts about being subjected to it all. Cheryl would have to
do this one.
She grabbed him, as he was walking away. Her grip was gentle,
and she wrapped all her fingers around him to hold him. She brought
him close to her crotch. Her other fingers went inside, and she
rubbed him, coating him with her slippery fluid. She had to lubricate
him to get him inside. She held him on his back, her hand around him.
She leaned back. The time was here. She poked him towards
herself, with his feet first. His feet bumped up against her skin,
very close to her anus. She brought him up, and with one hand opened
her pussy. His feet and legs slipped effortlessly inside. It was
warm, soft, and infinitely more realistic than before. He could feel
every response of her vagina as he slid inside. Cheryl pushed him in,
past his knees, telling him to hold stiff. He wouldn't fit otherwise.
She let go, and grabbed him again, higher up. This time she pushed
him in past his waist. Her cunt, inside the lips, was sucking at him.
She let go again, and laid down, no longer looking. She raised her
knees. Deirdre watched with intent as her pussy began sucking. He'd
move out a bit, then in, each time a bit deeper. Jeffrey realized
that he didn't want his arms to be last inside; as his chest was
pulled in, his put his arms at his sides, letting Cheryl grasp them
and pull them in, too. Cheryl took a deep breath, and pulled him in,
up to his neck. She took a few deep breaths, breathed the words "Say
goodbye!", and with another effort, expanded her vagina, sucking
Jeffrey in completely. Her lips slid around his head, brushing
against his ears, and, as he was pulled into the hole, closed.
This time, Jeffrey was able to see Deirdre's curious face right
up to the time when Cheryl's pussy closed. Deirdre, still shocked,
hesitated before pulling Cheryl's labia apart with her fingers. By
the time she did that, Jeffrey had disappeared into Cheryl's vagina
beyond where she could see him.
"He's gone?"
"No, he's inside me. I can feel him. Like that."
"What's it feel like?"
"It's kind of like having a man inside you. I mean-- a penis,
kind of. Except--" she giggled-- "this one knows right where to touch
you!"
Jeffrey was having a tough time moving his arms around inside
her. Her vagina was very strong, and it was a tight fit. He decided
to find a sensitive spot inside her-- it would be interesting to
Deirdre to see Cheryl come with no outside stimulation.
"Can I talk to him?" Deirdre asked.
"Well..." Cheryl put two fingers inside, to open a space for
Jeffrey to talk through, but he was too deep. She pulled her fingers
out, and her pussy snapped closed again. "Oh, of course. Go ahead."
Now Jeffrey could hear the outside world, where all he could hear
before were the rumblings of Cheryl's intestines, and heartbeat. He
could breathe, so he was able to answer. His voice, somewhat muffled,
came from between Cheryl's legs.
"How is it in there?" Deirdre asked.
"Warm and cozy. Really wet too. Even wetter if I can find..."
Cheryl giggled again. A powerful contraction of her vagina
nearly crushed Jeffrey.
"Look up, not too far inside. That's where mine is."
"Fine," came the voice. "But where's UP? There's only in, and
out."
"It's kind of rough. You'll find it."
Jeffrey reached up. He could just reach a rough spot with his
fingertips. He used his legs to try to climb up, but couldn't bend
his knees. He slipped, and the tightness forced him further in. His
feet were caught in her cervix.
He pulled one foot loose. Now that there was a little room to
bend, he started sliding his whole body back and forth through the
muscular barrel. His cock rubbed against the smooth, warm, soft
walls. It excited him. He felt contractions, but just kept up what
he was doing. Loud thumps told him that Cheryl had collapsed back
onto the floor-- she must have been getting up.
It got wet, very wet, and hot. Very hot. Almost painfully hot.
He put all of his energy into her, from within. She was putting her
energy into him, squeezing him from everywhere. He kept sliding back
and forth. She came, her body loosening for a moment. For a second,
he could see outside-- light-- and the walls of the room. Cheryl was
on her back, and had spread her legs. His legs caught firmly in her
cervix.
He heard Cheryl's panting. Her heartbeat, which surrounded him,
was fast, but slowing. He felt himself tipped, head down. She was
standing up. It was still comfortable. He got another glimpse of the
outside; this time he saw the floor. Then it went dark. "You can
STAY in there for a while," she said. It got light again, her pussy
opening a bit. This time, he saw the inside of her panties. She was
putting them on. Through the fabric, he saw the inside of her jeans.
He tried to scramble towards the outside-- it was loose enough now for
him to have moved around, but his legs were still stuck. It got dark
again. He heard the sound of her zipper, and then a snap, along with
muffled giggles. She had locked him inside!
Chapter 24
Cheryl and Deirdre had both dressed themselves, and decided to go
for a walk, on a catwalk they had stretched about fifty feet above the
town. The sun was setting, and the terrific view was one of the
reasons that Cheryl had built the elevated walkway. The other reason
was, possibly, to help alleviate her roommate's fear of heights. It
seemed to be working. They walked most of the way around the town,
above the silent, vacant streets. The town was mostly in shadow, but
the two girls, above the buildingtops, were in sunlight. They cast
long shadows in an area that was blocks away. They talked about
Jeffrey, and how they met. It became evident to Deirdre that Cheryl
was really in love this time; that made Deirdre, who made friends
easily but had no steady lovers, jealous of Cheryl for the first time.
Deirdre had always thought that she was a little too forward, and that
had turned people off. Cheryl revealed that her involvement with
Jeffrey was no accident. She had made up her mind, thanks to Deirdre,
that she wasn't treating people properly. Jeffrey had done favors for
her at IDT that she had never returned, fearful of gaining his
attention. She knew that hurt him. Everyone seemed to like him, but
she wouldn't give him a chance, even though she was lonely. He was on
her mind much of the time. She didn't want to wait through a lengthy
courtship-- she had convinced herself, over time, that she wanted him,
and that he might want her. She had learned of the Device, and one
night decided that if she wanted Jeffrey, she'd just have to get his
attention and hold on to him long enough for him... to realize that
she really was worth having. So, when the opportunity came up for her
to meet Jeffrey alone AND possibly try out the Device, she had just
taken a deep breath and jumped in with both feet, which is what she
was hoping he'd do.
Deirdre complained that for her, it wasn't that easy. Even if
she had done the same thing with people in the past, she hadn't been
able to hold on to them. She had a lack of commitment; she gave the
few potential boyfriends she'd had a feeling that she was still
shopping for something better, and none of them would put up with it.
She was two years older than Cheryl, and had been doing the wrong
thing all along. She was depressed.
They had walked over the woods outside their town for a while
now. It wasn't getting any later; Cheryl hadn't programmed the Device
to continue with the sunset. It was still very pleasant. A cool
evening breeze blew from one side of the walkway. Both women had
totally forgotten that Jeffrey was still inside Cheryl's body-- he
hadn't moved a bit since they started walking, though at first Cheryl
could feel his presence inside her as she walked. As time went on,
her vagina had returned a state of tonal contraction-- it was very
tight. As she walked, the tightness had forced Jeffrey from her
vagina into her womb, where at this second he was both quiet and
comfortable, the smooth rubbery walls insulating him from the world
just as the sealed opening below him locked him inside. He felt very
secure. He floated deep inside her for long enough to know she had
forgotten about him. He had tried to "magic" his way out, and to send
a message to Cheryl, but her mind wasn't on him, and he could only
supersede her reality with her consent. He wasn't claustrophobic,
fortunately, so he just went along for the ride. With not much else
to do besides feel the sway of Cheryl's body and listen to the sounds
it made, he had (for most purposes) fallen asleep. Sleeping with the
Device engaged wasn't much different from sleeping in real life.
While they glided back to Jeffrey's on the walkway (which was now
a moving one), Cheryl talked Deirdre out of the mood she was in.
"I can't create a friend for you. I can do most anything else
here, but not that. You HAVE a friend-- ME. There isn't anything
wrong with you! You're just killing yourself trying to have a good
time, instead of letting it come to you."
"It doesn't just come by itself," said Deirdre. "You didn't get
Jeffrey by just letting him come to you."
"No, but that was my fault," replied Cheryl. "If I had been nice
to him earlier, we could have been together that much sooner."
Deirdre was still depressed. "I feel like I'm losing a friend."
Cheryl knew the feeling. Somehow, it wasn't fair that someone
you just met could take you away from someone you knew for a long
time, just because the new person was of the other sex. She had had a
great time with Deirdre; they never fought, and managed to do a lot
together.
"Deirdre, you're not getting rid of me that easy. Jeffrey gets
along with you. And, heck, I'm not moving out. Maybe he should
move.."
"Not a bad idea," replyed Deirdre, a little more cheerfully. "He
could pay part of the rent. God knows we have the space. If he'll be
on your mind all the time, he might as well be around all the time."
"Hmmm... Maybe I'll ask, if the time is right. You're right. He
is on my mind a lot. He's also in my... OH NO!" Deirdre and Cheryl
both took a worried glance at Cheryl's pants. "He's been in there...
for a LONG TIME!"
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