Incest/Taboo Lady in Red

For her part, Janice apologized for being so rude when they first met. She explained how proud she and Jen were of his achievements. She told him that it was her honor to remind him of his mother; whom she missed desperately.

Before entering their rooms, Lisa hugged Gwen. "I wish this was my first time, like it was for you and Steve. I would very much like to be able to give that honor to Jason. Your first time was in Paris, in sight of the Eiffel Tower. That must have been amazing."

"It was, but mostly because Steve loved me so much. You'll be a very happy woman tomorrow. Jason is a great guy. He'll be strong, but gentle, unless you want him to be something else. Making love to someone you love is the special part. It isn't about Paris, L.A. or back home. Remind me to tell you about our love scene and how rough it was and how incredibly hot it made me. You won't believe it."

"Now I'm curious! Steve was rough? I never would have guessed he could be that way. He adores you. Did he hurt you?" asked Lisa as she glanced at Steve talking with Jason.

"If you call having orgasms so intense that your stomach hurts for a couple days, then the answer is 'yes'. He hurt me pretty good!" laughed Gwen.

"You had orgasms while filming the scene? Is that considered porn? Could anyone tell?" asked Lisa incredulously.

"They couldn't tell for sure if we were acting or doing it, and we did a little of each. Steve had his head under my skirt and tickled Ms. Kitty with his tongue and it set me off like nothing I ever felt before. I couldn't believe he'd do that with so many people watching us. Wait until you see the movie. I don't know how much they'll edit out."

"Wow! Now I'm really ready to jump Jason's bones! We'll have to do a ladies' lunch so you can tell us all about it. Mom, Diane, and Grandmother will be amazed. I can't wait to hear about it."

"I don't know about telling Mom, but Grandmother will love the story. She must have been something in her day. For my first time with Steve, Mom, Diane, Stephanie, Kate, and Amber Stahl each hugged us and gave us some advice. It was the most widely known deflowering in history!"

Just then Steve stepped close to Lisa and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but Jason is getting a little nervous and excited. It would be cruel to keep you guys in the hall any longer. I talked some more with Jason. He saved my life, so that makes me biased, but it's my opinion that he loves you totally and will treat you like a queen. He's smart, strong, honorable, and decent looking. If he were a SEAL instead of a Ranger, he'd be perfect!"

"Thanks, Steve! You know I trust your opinion more than my own in matters like this. I thought he was special, but you've just sealed the deal. I'm going to tell him that I love him tonight. Do you think that'll scare him off?"

"What I think is that he'll be asking you to marry him someday. He loves you, Lisa. Any man would, but Jason isn't one to toss the words 'love and marriage' around lightly. He's a keeper. Just love him, and trust him. He'll always do right by you. I'm sure of that."

Everyone enjoyed the two days they spent taping the TV program. They learned how shows were produced, and they looked forward to seeing themselves on TV. Lisa was exuberant while Jason had a constant smile on his face. He and Steve spent as much time together as they could and their girlfriends noticed.

"Have you noticed how well Jason and Steve get along?" asked Lisa. "When I first tried to explain my feelings for Steve, Jason got angry and upset. He gradually came to understand and now they're best buds. I guess Jason's over any jealousy issues."

"Steve owes Jason his life. That's something that binds them together. They both love you and that binds them together. Jason is beginning to love Kate and me and that will make them even tighter. They're real men, Lisa. They don't beat their chests and make stupid boasts. They treat people, especially family, with love and respect. They're strong and capable, but kind and gentle, unless they're called upon to be forceful. We both done good!" laughed Gwen.

It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that Lisa managed to get all the ladies together for a late lunch. She told them that there was an important topic of interest to be discussed. That piqued their interest and they all arrived at the dining area early.

"Gwen and Jordan have already done their love scenes with Steve. Ashley and Charlotte were there to see them and I thought we all should know what to expect when we see the movie. We know how Charlotte loves to tell a story, so I'll ask her to recount what she witnessed," stated Lisa as she turned the floor over to Charlotte.

"Let me say that I pretty much soaked two pair of panties watching those girls with Steve. Jordan and Steve were all gentle and considerate with each other, like normal people would be, except that she's a goddess naked and Steve is, well...Steve."

"They were naked?" asked Gwen's grandmother. "Now I simply have to see that movie and buy the unedited DVD!"

"You won't be disappointed! I promise that," laughed Charlotte. "I guess you all know it started out as a PG movie, but now's it's going to be an R rated flick. That's because of all the heat Jordan, Gwen, and Steve brought to the love scenes.

"Watching Steve with Jordan was like watching a fairy tale with a beautiful, incredibly well stacked princess and a strong, handsome prince exploring and enjoying each other. Steve held Jordan's breasts and kissed them gently before he pulled her onto his lap so very slowly. Jordan closed her eyes and moaned and trembled. Before they were done, she did that several more times.

"It doesn't sound as exciting as it looked because it's hard to imagine how beautiful Jordan looks naked and how amazing Steve is. They were so sexy; I could barely stand still enough to watch. It was perfect."

"So my daughter is going to be naked in a major motion picture? Making love to Steve Hammer? How do you think that makes me feel?" asked Cindy Quick.

"Jealous?" quipped Kate. "Horny? Wet? Excited? Am I getting close?"

"All of that," admitted Cindy. "You can add proud to the list. I know the money Jordan gets for the movie is being donated to the hospital fund. I know that she and Steve will do a great job and it'll only help her career. I now know that Steve and Gwen will never deliberately hurt Jordan, which is more than could be said for me over the past few years. I can't wait to see the film."

"Mom! That's not really true. You weren't that bad. I was a pretty miserable teenage star. You had your hands full and with no husband around to help you."

"Having no husband was my fault. I never even believed in love or marriage until lately. I'm just beginning to understand what I've missed. Enough about me. Go on with your story, Charlotte."

"Well, Jordan pretty much threw it in Gwen's face that she did an amazing love scene with Gwen's man and she didn't think Gwen would ever be able to top it. That was throwing down the gauntlet! Gwen announced that Steve wasn't going to get any sex until after their scene because she wanted his full attention.

"In the movie, Jordan is the beautiful cheerleader type that all the boys fall for. I don't know where that stereotype came from. What would any guy see in Jordan? Gwen is the bad girl from the wrong side of town. She was raised in a rough neighborhood with a tough family. Somehow, Gwen and Steve are always at odds in the movie, but they gradually develop a real sexual tension that becomes tangible half way through the movie. Does Steve want the blonde cheerleader? Or does he want the tough acting, insulting, dark haired problem child?

"In their scene, Steve made some cutting remark to Gwen about being a slut and Gwen was supposed to slap him. Well, she slapped him so hard his head spun around! He was taken completely by surprise. He called Gwen a bitch and grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him. Then he suddenly jerked his hand and most of Gwen's shirt was in his fist and her rather firm, perfect breasts were on display. It was Gwen's turn to be shocked. She took another swing at Steve, but he caught her hand with almost no effort, and then sneered at her. Gwen was mad a wet hen by then and grabbed Steve's shirt with her free hand and pulled the front of it completely off Steve.

"Steve got really pissed, so he bent Gwen's arm behind her back, and forced her big breasts against his bare chest. That alone will be worth the price of admission. Then he reached under her short skirt and ripped her thong off and held it up to his face and sniffed it! He smirked and nodded before suddenly bent down and forced both his hands between Gwen's knees. Then he grabbed her hips from behind and lifted her off her feet. His muscles were all bulgy and sweaty as he easily picked up Gwen, walked ahead and held her against the wall. Then he slowly raised her up and rubbed his face in her neck and nibbled her all over her, biting and kissing as he slowly raised Gwen up so his face was in her cleavage. All this time, Gwen was beating on his back and shoulders with both hands. When he started working on her incredible breasts, Gwen's struggles seem to lessen.

"Then Steve slowly raised her higher, kissing and biting her toned abs, but he kept raising her higher! You can see where this is going. Gwen realized what was happening and feebly covered her breasts with her hands and arms as Steve ducked his head under her skirt!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Paula as she fidgeted in her seat. "This was all on film?"

"You bet it was. Gwen put one hand down to hold Steve's head as her face went from shock to rapture. Then she moaned really loud and shook all over. Steve slowly lowered her so her breasts were back in his face. Gwen actually held her left breast up and offered it to Steve! He bit down on it and Gwen had another spasm and moaned again. Then Steve slowly lowered her to the floor and they kissed hard."

"Wow!" gasped Kate. "That's so hot! I can't sit still and listen. Gwen, you used to be the nerd of the school and now you're the sex goddess. I hope I can make a movie with Steve someday. That was some scene!"

"I didn't say that was the end," cautioned Charlotte. "When Steve released Gwen, she slapped his face again, and hard. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants and boxers in one move. That was my favorite part. Then she bites Steve's stomach and abdomen. Then she....."

"Okay, they get the picture!" interrupted a very red-faced Gwen. "It's a movie! We were acting. That's all!"

"I watched it all," offered Ashley. "It was incredibly hot! Gwen's a little embarrassed but I'm here to tell you that every woman in the country is going to wish they were her when they see the movie. She didn't do anything the rest of us wouldn't do if we had the chance. It was like watching the Mona Lisa being painted. It was art and it was amazing."

"I guess we know how my sister feels about Steve now, but I have to agree with her and Kate. I wish it was me making that movie with Steve," asserted Becky. "He's the best looking, nicest guy I've ever seen!"

"So anyway, Steve only allowed Gwen to service him for a short time before he pulled her up by the hair, kicked off his pants from around his ankles, and carried her into the bedroom. He sat down with her on his lap, flipped her around and spanked her perfect ass several times!"

"Wow!" blurted Diane. "Steve spanked Gwen? You saw him do that? What did Gwen do? Did she get mad and slap him again?"

"Au contraire!" chuckled Charlotte. "Steve tossed her on the bed and then proceeded to mount her missionary style, but like a stallion. Pretty soon they two of them are sliding back and forth. Then Gwen moaned again and suddenly flipped Steve over and rode him for a minute or so. Finally Steve groaned, tugged her down and kissed her for a long time. Then Gwen rolled off and lay next to him. They were both panting hard, but with huge smiles."

"Now I feel like I have to go find Jason!" groaned Lisa. "I can't wait to see the movie. My little sister sure has grown up. I'm so proud of Gwen. She sings, dances, acts, plans on being a surgeon and, along with Jordan, is voted the sexiest woman in the world, before anyone even sees the movie!"

"Do you believe all this, Mom?" asked an amazed Jen. "Steve and Gwen are performing at the wedding for the governor's daughter. Gwen and her sister are bridesmaids. Then they're going to Moscow for a state dinner with the presidents of the two most powerful nations in the world, and they're taking us! They're on TV, movies, and have hit recordings. Have you even known anyone like them?"

Everyone headed to the airport Sunday evening after the finishing the show. Many in the group were going to attend graduation in Sparta on Tuesday. Ashley was going to drive home with Becky because her graduation was scheduled for Monday evening.

"Ask your mom if she'd mind having us for guests again," requested Steve to Ashley. "We'd like to go to Becky's graduation Monday. If she'd let us stay a couple nights, it would be great. Jordan and Charlie would need their own room and I can sleep on the couch. We wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Are you kidding?" laughed Ashley. "Mom will be delighted to have you stay over. She's the hit of the town after the last time you stayed. Everyone's been calling her and stopping her on the street to ask about you guys and to tell her how impressed they are. If you stay and go to the graduation, it'll prove it wasn't a fluke. Becky'll be on cloud nine!"

Monday evening found Jordan, Charlie, Gwen and Steve sitting with Ashley and her mom in the school auditorium. Before the ceremony began, the group was besieged by autograph seekers. Once the music started, everyone quickly took their seats.

As Becky found her place in line before the ceremony, the other kids were talking excitedly about her guests. Becky beamed with pride as she described her weekend in L.A. taping a television show. She had come a long way from the depressed young woman that had lost her left hand.

Becky's special friends stood and cheered for her when she won a citizenship award and again when she received her diploma. No one in the building could doubt just who the famous trio was there to see.

"Excuse me," politely began a tall black man to Steve after the ceremonies had concluded. "I'm Jeff Wilson. My daughter was valedictorian of the class tonight. We're having a party beginning in half an hour at a local restaurant. We're having a buffet and a band. All the kids in the class have been invited, along with any parents that care to attend. We'd be honored if you and your friends would stop in for awhile."

"I'll have to discuss it with the Summers and my friends, but I certainly thank you for the invitation, Sir. It's very generous of you."

"I'd like to talk to you about your father. I served with him in the Navy. My daughter is going to Annapolis next month and I thought you may want to meet her."

"Sir, I'll be there. I can't speak for the others, but I would love to talk with you about Dad and the Navy, and meet your daughter. Just give me the directions and I'll be there, at least for a while," replied Steve quickly.

"Of course we'd like to go with you," assured Jordan when Steve told his friends about the invitation. "Gwen has to go to protect her territory. Did you see how beautiful that girl was? We don't want to leave Steve alone with her."

"Naomi won't steal Steve away from Gwen," promised Becky. "She isn't gay, but she's really rough on men. Some of the guys think she's racist, but I never heard or saw her do anything to make me think that was true. It's more like she dislike all males, and Steve is, above all else, very male."

"This should be interesting. It's like the immovable object meeting the irresistible force," chuckled Gwen. "No matter how much she dislikes men, she can't dislike Steve. He'll bring her over to the other side."

"Hello, Mr. Wilson. This is Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Charlie Burns," introduced Steve half an hour later. "I think you know Ashley and Becky Summers."

"Thanks for coming, and call me Jeff. My dad was Mr. Wilson. You kids have done an amazing job raising money for your local hospital with your concerts and TV shows. Saving a thousand or so people was pretty impressive as well. I'm honored that you decided to come to our little party for Naomi. This is my wife, Julia."

Steve had been studying Jeff Wilson as he spoke. He looked vaguely familiar. Then Jeff introduced his wife and Steve immediately recognized her.

"Mrs. Wilson! I haven't seen you for years, but you're still beautiful! I remember how nice you were to me in Cuba. I didn't make the connection with your husband until I saw you. You look great!"

"You were a charming boy back then," laughed Julie Wilson. "But now you're really smooth. I have to admit that I'm pleased that you remember me. I've been following your successes since you moved to Sparta. You've managed to accomplish some extraordinary achievements, with the help of these beautiful ladies.

"Like Jeff said, we are delighted that you could come to Naomi's party. You're both even more beautiful in person than you are on television. I watched that Emerson River rescue live on TV and I have to admit that I cried all the way through it. What you kids managed was amazing. The fact that you had the presence of mind and the courage to attempt those harrowing feats was unbelievable. I watched that 'Lady in Red' video after I saw the rescue on television. That was your first date? Now you're lovers, stars, and successful students. I'm very impressed."

"I was there the day your father finally got tired of Murphy's bragging and made that bet. Watching you shoot was something I never forgot," admitted Jeff Wilson. "Here comes Naomi. I'll introduce all of you. Do you remember her from Cuba, Steve?"

"Actually, I do now. She was really pretty, even back then, but she was more mature than me and hardly even noticed me in classes."

"I think you'd be surprised," hinted Julia Wilson as her daughter approached. "Naomi, you know Becky Summers. This is her sister Ashley. These are her friends, Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, Charlie Burns, and Steve Hammer. You had some classes with Steve when we were stationed in Cuba."

"Hello, everyone! Thanks for coming to my party. I heard that you were in town a couple weeks ago and Steve went to the formal with Becky. Everyone was talking about it the next week. I've watched you perform on television and you're very good. You were voted the two sexiest women in the world in one of the magazines. Steve saves lives like some guys collect baseball cards," finished Naomi as she shook everyone's hands.

"That was a great valedictory speech you gave tonight," praised Gwen. "You're going to the Naval Academy and so is Steve. Maybe you guys will get to help each other find transportation back home now and then."

"I'm going to be pretty focused on my studies. I need to prove that I belong there. It isn't easy to be a black woman in a white man's world and that's what the Navy is. I finished at the top of my class because I'm smart and I worked harder than anyone else. I'm very determined and probably won't be coming home too often."

"I'm sure it isn't easy for you. As a woman, I know that there are certain barriers that I have to break, as well as a lot of men that I have to refuse. They seem to think that we women should do anything for any sort of common courtesy they extend," offered Gwen.

"That's right! I'll bet you have men talking to your breasts instead of your face all the time. That's demeaning. Men are so predictable and shallow," responded Naomi.

"I don't quite agree there. I wear fashions that show cleavage. I don't feel I can show off the girls and then be upset when guys look at them. A lot of guys do talk directly to them, but I've come to realize that's it's a male thing. Why do women dress to catch men's eyes and then complain when they look? I love it when Steve's eyes wander down there and he gets all flushed. Men simply enjoy visual stimulation. Women know that, dress for it, and then we wonder why men are so attracted to us."

"If I could interrupt," began Steve. "It's nice to see you again, Naomi! You always sat up front and answered all of the instructor's questions. I usually sat farther back and listened to you and the teacher. You drove Mrs. Landers crazy because you always answered her questions before she could call on the rest of us."

"That would be me. And you're the guy that told Frank Harnett that I was a spoiled damn black bitch that you'd never want to have anything to do with. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now you're God's gift to women, white women, anyway."

Steve was stunned by Naomi's assertion that he had uttered such hurtful things about her to Frank, or to anyone. Why would Frank say something like that? Did he misunderstand a statement, or a joke? Steve felt his face heat up as he realized how bad it must sound to Jeff Wilson and his wife. He was unable to say anything, as words failed him totally.

"Come on, Steve! Dance with me! I've been waiting eight months to be able to get you in my arms and now's my chance," insisted Ashley as she pulled Steve onto the dance floor.

"That was an extremely hurtful thing to tell Steve. He'd never say anything like that. I don't know what that Frank guy was thinking, but Steve would never speak about a woman, or a girl, with such disrespect," stated Gwen flatly.

"Maybe your boyfriend is nice to white girls but holds black women in contempt. He's probably a closet racist," suggested Naomi.

"Really? I'll tell you something I promised Steve that I'd never tell. I sleep with the guy and I'm damn proud of it. He's the most considerate lover a girl could ever want. That's not my point, however.

"One night after we made love, we started talking about anyone we ever had crushes on. I never went on a real date before I met Steve, and he assured me he had very little experience with girls before we met. I pressed him about girls he liked and what they looked like.

"He finally admitted that there was a beautiful dark skinned girl in school in Cuba that had caught his fancy. Her mother was stunning and she looked like she was going to be as beautiful, if not even lovelier. This girl used to wear an orange bikini to the beach. It had one strap that hooked to the front of her top and went around her neck. He used to dream about working up the nerve to ask her to take a walk or go to a movie with him.

"But she was way out of his class. She hardly ever spoke to him and seemed to make a point of ignoring him in school. His first crush was unrequited. Thank God I didn't make that mistake!" finished Gwen as she turned and strode away in anger.

"I'm not apologizing for Gwen, because you pretty much had that coming," pointed out Jordan to Naomi as her parents listened. "You don't know Steve or you wouldn't have said those things about him. He's sensitive and kind. He's strong and fearless, but words hurt. Maybe those words hurt you years ago, but you didn't hear them from Steve. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Steve never said them?

"Don't think you'll make any friends with any of us girls that consider Steve a friend with your poisoned talk. The truth is, every single one of us loves him. He's Gwen's man now, but she shares him. I don't mean sexually, but emotionally. I don't know how much longer we'll stay here since Steve doesn't feel welcomed by the girl of honor for the party. I have Charlie now and I love him, but he knows that I'll do anything for Steve. Now that I think about it, so will Charlie. Steve makes peoples' lives better. He saved me, and he helped Charlie find success. He's way better than what you just made him out to be! Please excuse us," offered Jordan coldly as she led Charlie out on the dance floor.

"What in hell got into you?" demanded Jeff as soon as he was alone with his wife and Naomi. "Those kids have accomplished incredible things in the past few months. They're nice enough to come to your party because I personally asked them, and you shit all over the guy? Did you see how those girls reacted? Did even one of them act like they believed a word of that crap you were tossing around?"

"Calm down, Jeff. I think Naomi may be rethinking her words. Did you see her flinch when Gwen told her how Steve had a thing for the girl in the orange bikini back in Cuba? They were both young and had no idea how to behave with the opposite sex. Naomi was smitten by him back then. She never told me, but I saw how she acted around him at the functions we attended. Now she's embarrassed herself and lost what could have been some very good friends," concluded Julia Wilson.

"The real question is this. What will she do about it? What's she made of deep down? This is a gut check for you, Naomi. If you can't handle this situation properly, I don't know how you'll make it through the Naval Academy."

Naomi had been shocked at Gwen's story about Steve. She knew Frank Harnett was a liar and a troublemaker. She had simply chosen to believe that Steve disliked her. She never dreamed he had the slightest interest in her. He had never indicated it, but then Naomi had to admit she wasn't very approachable back then. If the truth be known, she still wasn't very warm to her classmates and she had few friends. She had finally met up with Steve again after so many years and she screwed it up!

Ashley was enjoying her dances with Steve. He was being quiet, even brooding a little, but he was in her arms and that was all that really mattered. She managed to keep him for three slow dances, and she knew her time with him was running out. Every girl in the room was casting glances her way, working up the nerve to ask Steve to dance with them. Then Ashley saw Naomi walking determinedly toward them.

"Uh oh! It looks like trouble's coming. That Naomi looks like she's not done with you yet," warned Ashley.

"If you've come over here to insult Steve and cast doubt about his character, you can keep on walking," stated Ashley defiantly as she stepped between Steve and Naomi.

"Actually, I've come to apologize to him. I owe all of you an apology. My actions were inexcusable. Would you allow me a dance with Steve so I might ask him to forgive me?" asked Naomi contritely.

"Really?" responded a surprised Ashley. "In that case, sure! Making up with Steve has got be one of the best things a girl can do!"

"Please?" asked Naomi softly as she stepped inside Steve's arms. "Dance with me while I eat crow. I knew you wouldn't have said those awful things. I liked you, but you didn't seem to have any interest in me. It was a stupid defense mechanism I developed over the years.

"When I heard about that 'Lady in Red' video, I couldn't wait to see if it was you. I even went to a couple of your football games, including the state title game. Your beautiful girlfriend was always around and I didn't know if you'd even remember me, so I never dared talk to you. When I heard about the attack on your school and saw Gwen talk on television about how badly injured you and others were, I cried.

"When you were abducted, I worried all week. I watched all of your TV shows and can't wait to see your movie. What I'm trying to tell you is that I was very wrong, and I'm sorry. Can we manage to be friends? We'll be going to Annapolis soon and it'll help if we have someone we can depend on. I won't let you down again."

Steve had listened politely to Naomi as they danced. He had held her slightly away from his body since he felt no warmth for her. As she talked, he began to relax.

"You were beautiful then and you're even more so now. You never gave me the time of day, so I thought you had no use for me, but I never said anything disrespectful about you. I would have discouraged anyone else from it, too. You really stung me when you said those things. Your dad was a friend of my dad's. I respect him and your mother. It embarrassed me that they might believe that I'd say something like that."

"Steve, I'll apologize to you in front of them and explain how it was a stupid misunderstanding and entirely my fault. Will that help let you forgive me?"

"I seem to have a lot of trouble staying angry at beautiful women, admitted Steve. "It's hard to believe that I've finally managed a dance with you."

"You can hold me a little closer, you know. I won't break. Let these other girls eat their hearts out. I heard how nice you were to Becky at the formal. This is my party, so could you please pretend that you like me? I know Gwen's your girlfriend, but she seems pretty cool about letting you dance with pretty girls. Becky and her sister really like you a lot and they're both beautiful blonde, white girls."

"We're not going to get along if you keep referring to people as white, or as black," warned Steve. "I don't see the need to use an adjective describing the color of anyone. Can we agree to not do that?"

"Okay! I guess I'd better get over that fast. My dad keeps telling me that the Navy won't be happy with that attitude either. You're a guy and I'm a girl, and we're dancing together. Since you said I was beautiful and since color is no issue, will you hold me closer, please? Half the kids in my class think I'm gay because they never see me with a guy. Dancing with a dreamboat will dispel some of those urban myths."

"As long as we're not misleading anyone, I can do that," replied Steve with a grin as he drew Naomi up tight against his chest.

"Well, it looks like your daughter just talked her way out of an embarrassing situation," chuckled Jeff Wilson to his wife as they watched Steve hold Naomi more closely. "Now she has to make it right with all those pretty girls that hang out with the lucky bastard!"

"Look at Steve!" gasped Becky. "He's practically crushing that Naomi now! I thought he was mad at her. He sure doesn't act it."

"I'll let you in on a little secret," responded Gwen with a smile. "Anytime you want Steve to forgive you for something, rub your 'girls' up against him until he gives in. He looks like a big strong guy, but a pair of boobs up close reduces him to a blubbering idiot. He's what scientists call 'a man'. He may even have a little extra testosterone in his system, which renders him especially weak in the knees when he's confronted with breasts of any size or shape."

"Really? That's great to know!" grinned Becky. "I may not have two hands, but I do have two breasts and apparently that's more important to Steve. I'll have him eating out of my hand in no time!"

"I can't believe you just made that joke!" gasped Ashley as she hugged her sister. "You've really come a long way toward getting over your accident. I'm really proud of you."

"That big lug with that witch's boobs making dents in his amazing pecs pretty much set me straight," replied Becky. "He wasn't even interested in feeling sorry for me. He told me I wasn't handicapped and to get over it. Maybe he'll be interested in feeling something else, something that feels a lot better than 'sorry' does."

The Sherman High School had about a twenty percent black population, but the party was pretty evenly split between black and white guests. A tall black boy approached Gwen.

"I was wondering if you'd honor me with a dance? I know you're a famous star, but you're here, so I thought I'd take a chance."

"I'd be delighted!" replied Gwen as she headed out on the dance floor with the boy. "You're a very good dancer. Thanks for asking me."

"Are you kidding? You're thanking me? Now that I broke the ice, every guy here will be trying to get a dance with you. Your boyfriend seems to be having a good time with Naomi. Most of us thought she might be gay, or at least a man hater. Now she's all cozy with your guy. Does that bother you?"

"It bothers me more that some of you thought that Naomi was a man hater. People must have thought the same about me until I met Steve. I'm graduating valedictorian tomorrow. I never had any dates before I went out with Steve, so people may have thought I was gay or disliked men for some reason.

"Steve's a big boy. He can take care of himself, even around your beautiful, exotic classmate. We have an understanding and we don't get jealous. We are totally committed to each other. We can laugh and flirt with others, but at the end of the night, we're together."

Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, Ashley, and Becky spent the next hour dancing with the local students attending the party. Naomi finally found an opportunity to speak to Gwen and Jordan off to the side.

"Steve's pretty much forgiven me for being such a miserable bitch. Now I'm asking you both for forgiveness. I was totally in the wrong. I knew it when I said it. I've worked hard to be valedictorian and spent very little time dating. I'm a social moron.

"You said that Steve had a thing for me years ago, but nothing like I had for him. I was way too shy to allow it to ever show, although my mother figured it out. I'm black and he's white and it just seemed like he'd never be interested in me. When I heard he was at Sparta, I followed everything he did. That seemed to include the two of you most of the time. I've watched the videos, the TV shows, the concerts, anything with Steve. When he came here tonight with his two beautiful white girlfriends, I became jealous and catty. I wanted to hurt you and I somehow knew the best way to do it was to hurt Steve.

"I'll understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me. I'd be that way if the shoe were on the other foot. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"You were wrong!" agreed Jordan. "The biggest mistake you made was when you didn't grab Steve when you had the chance. Gwen knew enough to latch onto him. I was pissed at the things you said to Steve, but if he's okay with you now, so am I."

"You were wrong to think that Steve is prejudiced in any way," added Gwen. "I take that back, since he does seem to favor pretty girls with nice bodies. I saw you rub your boobs all over the guy so he'd forgive you."

"Actually, he wouldn't let me rub them against him before he forgave me. I tried, but he had to hear my apology before he'd let me close. Did I offend or upset you by dancing too close to Steve?" asked Naomi worriedly.

"Are you kidding?" laughed Gwen. "Jordan and my sister, Lisa, have rubbed their boobs all over him when they were topless. And they aren't the only ones. Jordan has pictures on the internet to prove it, and Lisa has posters that do the same. I have a friend that shall remain nameless that had her 'girls' in Steve's face not too long ago. You can release your Krackens for all I care. Steve loves boobs, but he's mine. He's a loyal friend, and a great lover, and I'm not letting him go. I firmly believe that as long as I love him, he'll be faithful to me, as I will to him.

"As far as forgiving you is concerned, once Steve made the decision, the rest of us had no choice. We all know that he wouldn't be happy with us if we were anything less than kind to one of his friends. The more Steve likes you, the more the rest of us will. That just seems to be the way it works. It may seem strange, but it's true, don't you think, Jordan?"

"I never thought of it that way, but now that you mention it, you're right. If Steve likes a person, we girls tend to like them, too. If he loves another girl, we all love her. Not a physical love, but emotionally, we pick up on his feelings and follow his lead. Gwen often leads Steve into these things, like she had Steve take Becky to the formal. He took it from there and now she's one of the 'harem'. Don't get me wrong. I love my boyfriend, but Steve is a special friend and I'm honored to be part of his female entourage.

"We won't be having sex, but we share everything else and that's what Steve does to females of all ages. I noticed your mom got a little squirmy when she was talking to him. My mom just met him and she thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. Gwen's mom, and I mean no disrespect, is absolutely in love with him."

"Jordan's right about that. Steve's done so many great things for us, and he's so darn attractive, she's head over heels. But that's okay. I have a boyfriend that everyone likes a lot. That's why I get to sleep with him in my parents' house. He's earned the right to tag their daughter anytime he wants. I'm just a sacrifice my folks have offered up to Steve to keep him close!" complained Gwen as she used her hand to cover her smile.

"My God! That's just wrong! If you weren't eighteen, I'd report them to child services. Just to help out, we could switch places. I'll wear your clothes and pretend that I'm you. We're practically twins," suggested Naomi.

"That might work, except that Steve would notice the difference when he ran his hands over your butt. He's used to a tiny one like mine."

"Oh Yeah?" challenged Naomi. "Stand next to me. Jordan, tell us who has the bigger ass, Gwen or me?"

"Steve! You got here just in time. Which of these asses looks bigger to you? If it were dark, could you tell which ass belonged to which lady, just by using your hands?" asked Jordan.

"That's a good question. I can't be sure. Suppose you tie a blindfold on me and we find out?" joked Steve.

"Okay, it's a bet. If Steve can tell which ass is yours nine out of ten times, you win. If he can't, we'll swap places for a week," proposed Naomi.

"Nine out of ten times? Wouldn't you rather go for a few hundred?" asked Gwen with a laugh. "That bully spanked my poor little butt in the movie we're making. He knows it very well. He'd never mistake that big bottom of yours for my cute little tush."

"He spanked you in the movie? Now I really want to swap places! You need to be removed from the abuse the guy is heaping on you. I'm offering to help. That's the kind of friend I can be. Please let me help you!"

"I don't think I'll take that bet. I trust Steve, but I'm not going to have him squeezing your bottom if I can help it. It may be much larger than what he's used to, but Steve's nothing if not adaptable. He could learn to like big bottomed girls."

"You two are breaking me up," laughed Jordan. "It looks like Naomi is joining the sorority. Just remember that Steve and Gwen are in love, lovers, soul mates, and disgustingly faithful. Anything else goes."

Steve looked at the three women and shook his head as Charlie wandered up to join them. Any one of them was all a man could ever ask for. The three of them together practically took his breath away. He put an arm around Naomi and the other around Gwen and led them toward the Wilsons.

"Thanks for inviting us, Mr. Wilson," stated Steve as he shook the older man's hand. "We had a great time and I really enjoyed seeing you, your wife, and daughter again. I hope it doesn't take so long for us to get together again."

"Not a chance!" interjected Naomi. "Gwen's invited me to stop in now and then, plus come to your graduation tomorrow. I'm too late to be your girlfriend, but I'm a girl that can be your friend. Gwen's even nicer in real life than she comes across on TV, and she's even more beautiful, with a sharp sense of humor. You've hit the jackpot with her."

Jeff Wilson cast a glance at his wife to find her beaming at her daughter's improved attitude. "I didn't tell the story about the bet. I'll make it quick. We had this jerk named Murphy that was pretty good with a handgun. He thought he was the best, but there were several guys on base that could shoot circles around him and Steve's father was one of them.

"Bill, that's Steve's dad, finally had enough of the empty bragging. He suggested that Murphy was overly impressed with himself and a 15 year old kid could probably shoot better than he did. Naturally Murphy got incensed and challenged Bill to put up or shut up. Long story short, Bill won a hundred bucks from Murphy, but better yet, he shut him up. We knew Steve would be good since he had Bill for an instructor, but we all left the shooting range shaking our heads. Let's just say that those terrorists had no chance when Steve entered that gym with a gun in each hand."​