Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In the bushes outside your bedroom window.
|Introduction: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a plot against Jeff.|
For the second morning in a row, Greg awoke to the wonderful feeling of two very beautiful women lying in his arms. He could hardly believe what had happened last night. He had made love to his wife and her sister! Furthermore, they had made love to each other right in front of his eyes. His conservative upbringing told him that that was horribly wrong, but he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed every minute of it.
Rachael was the second one to wake. She stared up at him and smiled. "Good morning, handsome," she said.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he replied.
She rose up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks for a wonderful night," she said, then climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower.
The motion woke Allison, who yawned and smiled up at him just like her sister had. Greg put his hand behind her head and lovingly stroked her hair.
"So do I know how to show you a good time or what?" she grinned.
"Do you ever!" he exclaimed.
"So what do you think of Rachael, now that you've had a chance to fuck her?"
"Watch your language," he teased. "There's a lady present."
She laughed. "I'm serious, Greg."
"I'm absolutely overwhelmed. I mean, you actually let me have sex with your sister!"
"It's not that I let you. I wanted you to have sex with her."
"Your promise to her," he nodded.
"That and the fact that now I can make love to her without worrying about you getting mad at me. I mean, it is okay, isn't it?"
Greg sighed. That was a difficult question to answer.
"I suppose so," he replied. "I guess it's really none of my business."
"You're my husband. It is your business. In one sense, it's not all that important, because I'm your wife now, so I'm completely devoted to you. Just like I wouldn't ever have sex with another man, I won't ever have sex with another woman without your permission. That's why I had Rachael seduce you. In order to get your permission."
"What? You're joking, right?"
Allison laughed. "Believe it or not, I'm serious. I'll be completely honest with you, Greg. It's pretty obvious that you're the type of man who likes to see women getting friendly with one another. And you already know that I don't think sex is as big a deal as most people make it out to be. To me, it's just a fun way to enjoy yourself. Of course, the more you like the person you're with, the better it feels. That's why I enjoy having sex with Rachael so much. I would never go behind your back, but whenever you're in the mood to see some kinky lesbian sex, I'd love to give you a show. Especially if it's with someone like Rachael." She glanced at him and smiled. "See? I can tell by the look on your face that that gets you excited."
His face began to turn red. It was true, though he hated to admit it.
"Don't be embarrassed," Allison told him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, and it doesn't harm my opinion of you at all. In fact, I'm glad. It will help you get over the fact that your new wife is into incestuous lesbian relationships. Because I can see that that bothers you a little."
"A little," he replied. "It's just one more thing I'm going to have to get over. But if it makes you happy..."
"The question is, does it make you happy?"
He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. There was a certain thrill of the forbidden in seeing Allison and Rachael making love, not only because they were both women, but also because they were close family members. He wondered what it would be like to be so sexually liberated that he would be willing to do that. He had no sisters, but he did have a couple of beautiful young daughters...
He wasn't about to start that train of thought. He had read of such men in the news, and thought it horrible that they were willing to harm their own children like that. It was just beyond belief. Greg would never do such a thing to Lissa or Brit.
"So was that the reason for that trip to the Pajama Club?" he asked. "To warm me up to the idea of an incestuous relationship?"
"More or less," Allison smiled. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be. Since you seemed to have no problem with the fantasy, I figured you wouldn't mind seeing the real thing."
"You were right," he said.
A few minutes later, Rachael emerged from the shower fully dressed, to Greg's disappointment. She came over and gave Greg and Allison a kiss.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," she commented. "This was just too much fun."
"We'll have to get together and do this again some time," Allison told her. "That is, if you're willing, Greg."
He nodded. Despite what he had always been taught to believe, he couldn't deny that it was one of the most erotic experiences of his life.
Rachael left the room and headed upstairs to wake up the kids one by one to say goodbye to them, with a hug for the girls and a long, extended kiss for Jeff. It was too bad that she had to leave, but she had a long drive back home still. She packed up her things and then gave Allison one last, long hug that they held for nearly five minutes. It was obvious that the two sisters cared about each other very much. Then Rachael blew them all a kiss and disappeared out the front door.
After that, everything returned to normal in the family. While Jeff couldn't forget what Lissa had told him the night before, he had told the truth when he said it didn't bother him. So what if Lissa had experimented with another girl? He still loved her.
Lissa began her new job after that, as the evening receptionist at a company run by one of her father's friends. It was really only about three hours a day after school, but even just fifteen hours a week was enough for her to start building up a nice savings account at the bank. At first Allison insisted that the family wait until she got home before they ate dinner, but since she would often not arrive back at the house until well after 7:00, they quickly abandoned that schedule. The family would eat first, then Lissa would eat by herself afterward. Greg and Allison always sat with her at the kitchen table as she ate, so that she wouldn't feel lonely.
September gave way to October, then to November, and suddenly a year had passed since Allison had walked into their lives. She had become so much a part of the family by this time that it was as if she had always been there. Jeff, of course, still maintained his crush on her, and although Lissa knew about it she didn't tease him or try to blackmail him. Since that night after Rachael had left, she felt a kind of closeness to him stemming from her gratitude that he was willing to keep her secret. Her little brother, though sometimes immature, was really a great guy underneath, and she found that she really liked him after all.
It was sometimes exasperating when he fought with Brit, because she knew that her two siblings really cared for each other. But they had fallen into this habit and it seemed like they would never break it. Lissa continued her role as the peacemaker.
By this time, Allison and Lissa were inseparable. By the way they did everything together, it was hard to believe they were eight years apart in age. When she was with Lissa, Allison sometimes acted just like a teenager, joking and playing around, and even giggling. It was very entertaining to watch, especially for Jeff, since he found her particularly sexy when she was like that.
That wasn't to say that she didn't spend time with the others as well. Brit had recently gotten into using live models for her drawings, Allison in particular. Sometimes they would sit together in the rec room for hours as her stepdaughter sketched her. Brit refused to show the sketches to Lissa and especially Jeff, but one day he snuck into her room and peeked at them, and was surprised at how talented she was. Especially in the later sketches, she was really beginning to catch Allison's essence.
Allison would often visit Jeff in the evenings as well. Usually they played computer games together, but with increasing frequency she browsed porn with him. Occasionally they watched that video again, which apparently didn't bother Allison in the least.
During one of these sessions Jeff asked her about lesbians. Rachael had admitted that she had those kinds of tendencies, and that had made Jeff curious.
Allison explained that it was all right for men to get aroused by the thought of women with other women. For some reason, it was quite common in fact. She helped him find some sites along those lines, and he suddenly found himself looking at the first images of all-girl sex that didn't originate in his own mind.
His heart raced in his chest and his breathing grew heavy as he saw those pictures. There was something so terribly forbidden yet extremely exciting about them. Allison sat next to him, amused at his reaction. As usual, she kept an arm around his shoulders as they browsed the images together, which only served to heighten his arousal.
Whenever Allison visited Jeff at night, Lissa would see her going into his room and hear the click as she locked the door, and wondered what was going on. While it was probably just harmless fun, she couldn't suppress a suspicion that there was something more sinister happening. She didn't have the same imagination that her little sister did, but thoughts kept popping into her head, thoughts of what the two of them could be doing alone together.
She found that those thoughts, rather than disgusting her, aroused her. Thoughts of them naked in bed together, fondling and groping and even having sex. When she closed her eyes, she could see Jeff kissing her all over her face and neck, his hands grasping at her breasts. Meanwhile, Allison's hand was on his cock, stroking it up and down, maneuvering it closer and closer to her pussy, until finally...
Usually when Lissa started thinking these thoughts, she had to do something about them. Whenever Allison disappeared into Jeff's room, Lissa headed to her own, where she could take care of her own needs.
It was worst when she got those thoughts into her head early in the day, and she had to go through the entire school day and three hours of work before she could come home. On one particularly frustrating day in December she skipped dinner entirely and headed upstairs to satisfy herself.
She immediately stripped off her clothes, dropping them on the floor and lying down on her bed. She closed her eyes and put her hand to her moist pussy, rubbing it firmly and almost roughly. Her other hand went to one of her breasts to stimulate it as she had visions of Allison and Jeff together.
She had been going for about ten minutes when a knock at her bedroom door suddenly intruded on her fantasy.
"Who is it?" Lissa asked, grabbing her bathrobe and pulling it on.
"It's Allison," the voice on the other side of the door replied, and Lissa sighed in relief. She climbed out of bed and opened the door. Her stepmother entered, carrying a plate of food and a glass of milk.
"I was just about to take a shower," Lissa explained. "You kind of caught me at a bad moment."
"Sorry," replied Allison. "Anyway, I knew you missed dinner, so I brought you something to eat."
"Thanks," Lissa grinned, taking the plate and setting it on her desk. "I'll eat later."
Allison stared at her for a few seconds, until Lissa began to feel uncomfortable in her gaze.
"It sounds like you're trying to get rid of me," said Allison.
"What? Why would I want to get rid of you?"
"So you can go back to whatever you were doing."
"I told you, I was just about to take a shower."
"Really? It doesn't look like it."
"What do you mean?" asked Lissa, a little embarrassed. Did Allison suspect?
"Flushed face, slightly labored breathing, an embarrassed look, and of course, the smell."
"What smell?" Lissa demanded.
"It's unmistakable. You've been playing with yourself."
"What?" Lissa almost shouted.
"No need to get defensive," Allison smiled. "It doesn't bother me. A girl your age needs to get relief somehow, and since you don't have a boyfriend, your options are limited."
"Come on, Lissa. There's no need to keep secrets from me. I love you, remember? No matter what you do, I won't judge you. Besides, you think you're the only one who masturbates?"
"What are you saying?"
"I like to play with myself now and then too."
"But you have Dad."
"I know, and the sex with him is great. But sometimes I just like to feel my own hands, that's all. So if you want to pleasure yourself, go right ahead."
"Tell me the truth, Lissa. Is that what you were doing?"
Lissa gritted her teeth, then nodded, still red from embarrassment. Allison smiled and threw her arms around her. "It's okay, Lissa, really," she said. "I'm just sorry I interrupted. Sometimes a girl needs her privacy, and I took that away from you. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know."
"I'll be fine," Lissa replied, hugging her stepmother back. She always enjoyed the physical contact that came from hugging Allison. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world to have her stepmother hold her like this as a sign of her affection. Allison leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and Lissa smiled in contentment.
"I have an idea," said Allison, drawing away. She took Lissa's hands in her own. "If you wouldn't be too embarrassed, maybe we could do it together."
"Together?" Lissa gasped.
"Yes. The bed's big enough for both of us. You take one end and I'll take the other. What do you say?"
"I don't know..." Lissa stammered. "It's just a little too..."
"Intimate?" asked Allison. "It's all right if you say no, but I'd really like to share this with you."
Lissa considered for a minute. She had never played with herself in front of someone else, never even thought of it except in the occasional fantasy about Jeff. Normally she would be horrified at the suggestion. But this was Allison. If there was one person with whom she'd be willing to share this experience, it was her.
"All right," said Lissa, and Allison's face lit up with delight.
Lissa moved to the head of the bed and stripped off her bathrobe. She watched as her stepmother undressed, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the nearby chair. Then Allison sat down on the foot of the bed. Both girls lay back across the bed, which was wide enough to support them from their heads to their thighs.
Lissa watched in amazement as Allison spread her legs and put her hand between them, beginning to rub up and down. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly and deeply. Lissa found it surprisingly comfortable to watch Allison like this. The two of them had no secrets from each other; they were open about their bodies and sex, so it was just natural that Allison would share this experience with her. It was exciting and even-- dare she even think it?-- erotic. Lissa found her own hand sliding to that place between her legs that she knew so well.
She closed her eyes and let the pleasure overtake her. While she was used to fondling herself this way, this was different, because she was with her best friend. The difference, though subtle, heightened her arousal.
"So who do you fantasize about when you masturbate?" Allison suddenly asked.
"What?" asked Lissa, opening her eyes and turning her head to the side to stare at the woman. Allison continued to rub herself, so Lissa did the same.
"Who do you fantasize about?" Allison repeated. "A boy at school? A movie star?"
"I... Well..." Lissa didn't know how to answer that question. How could she tell her stepmother the truth without sounding like a horrible person?
"Would it help if I told you my fantasies?" asked Allison.
"All right. Sometimes I fantasize about your father, but mostly with him I just live out my fantasies. Sometimes I fantasize about Jeff."
Lissa gasped. Jeff? Her brother?
"Come on, Lissa, it's not that strange," Allison said. "I'm sure you've noticed, he's a great-looking guy, and he's one of the nicest men I know. It would probably be strange if I didn't fantasize about him."
"But... he's your stepson."
"Even if he were my real son it wouldn't change things. It's just a fantasy, Lissa. I feel sorry for anyone who doesn't allow themselves to live out their wildest dreams in their fantasies. It's the one place where you can throw off all of your inhibitions. I'll bet you fantasize about him too sometimes, don't you?"
"Tell me the truth, Lissa. Remember, I refuse to judge you."
"Okay, fine. Sometimes I fantasize about Jeff when I play with myself."
"Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"No, I guess not."
"There's nothing wrong with thinking about your brother when you pleasure yourself. Especially when that brother is someone as handsome as Jeff."
"So is that who you're thinking about right now?"
"Actually, I'm thinking about Rachael."
"She told me that she mentioned our unorthodox relationship. So this should come as no surprise to you. I love having sex with her."
"So is it common for you to think of other women?"
"Depends on the woman."
"Well... I mean... Allison, do you ever... do you ever fantasize about... me?"
"All the time," Allison grinned.
"Oh my god!" Lissa gasped. The thought was so naughty, and yet so thrilling at the same time. Allison, the most perfect woman in the entire world, actually masturbated to thoughts of Lissa herself!
"You see, there's nothing wrong with it," said Allison. "As long as I don't act on it, of course. Never be ashamed of your fantasies. And don't be embarrassed when someone fantasizes about you."
Lissa closed her eyes again, still wondering about Allison's words. With anyone else she would feel uncomfortable in this situation, knowing that the other person sometimes fantasized about her. Even Rachael, who had gone as far as introducing Lissa to lesbian sex, would have made her nervous. Not so with Allison. In fact, the thought of the woman thinking of her while pleasuring herself thrilled her. Maybe it was just because it was nice to know she was someone's fantasy, or maybe because she trusted Allison completely.
She wondered what the details were of that fantasy. Did Allison imagine them hugging and kissing? Kissing. And not just on the cheek but on the lips. Allison had such beautiful lips...
Lissa groaned in ecstasy as she imagined those lips pressed against her own, their tongues intertwined. And then those lips moving down her body. Would the woman ever consent to kissing her on her nipples? Wouldn't that feel exquisite! Only Rachael had done that to her before, but it wasn't the same because it wasn't Allison.
Her free hand gripped the bed tightly as the thought took her pleasure to a new level. Then suddenly she felt something touch that hand. She opened her eyes momentarily to see that it was her stepmother's hand. Lissa took her hand in her own, enjoying the intimacy of such a simple gesture. They were exploring their lust together, so it was only natural for there to be some kind of contact between them.
Contact. She loved physical contact with Allison. She remembered how nice it felt to have the woman run her hands all over her body. She could still feel those hands massaging her back, rubbing her breasts, and sliding in between her legs. At the time it had been innocent; why hadn't Lissa taken advantage of it? Why hadn't she let herself feel the pleasure that could come from such contact?
But it had been all too brief. She wanted more, much more. She wanted to spend all day with Allison pleasuring her in all possible ways. She wanted to feel not just her hands, but her entire body. Especially her mouth. She wanted Allison to do what Rachael had done, to bring her over the edge with those luscious lips and tongue. She could almost feel it burrowing deep inside her sex.
"Oh god, Lissa!" she heard Allison whisper as her stepmother's hand tightened on her own, and she realized with shock and delight that Allison was actually crying out her name in the throes of passion! Lissa was the one who had brought her to orgasm!
She bit her lip to keep the scream from escaping her lips as that thought finished her off. She didn't dare open her mouth or she would no doubt call out Allison's name in return. The pleasure wracked her body, causing her to shake almost violently as the fantasy-Allison drove her tongue deep into Lissa's pussy.
Even as the climax ebbed, she continued to gasp as the aftershocks ran through her. She lay there exhausted in post-orgasmic bliss for a few minutes, a smile on her face. She could feel the warmth of Allison's body nearby, nice and hot from the exertion and arousal.
Just then, she heard her stepmother moving, and as she opened her eyes she saw the woman rolling over on top of her. She felt the woman's soft body against her own, a delightful sensation but a little confusing. What was she doing?
"Thanks for the fantasy, Lissa," said Allison, leaning down. For one brief moment Lissa wondered if Allison was trying to seduce her. That thought sent a strangely erotic thrill through her. At that instant she realized that if that were the case, she wouldn't refuse, but give in to her own desires.
Her own desires! Was that what she really thought? Did she actually want to make love to her stepmother?
But Allison merely kissed her on the cheek, then rose to her feet and began to collect her clothes.
Lissa continued to watch her as she dressed, wondering about those thoughts that had gone through her head. The woman really did have the most beautiful face and body; she was absolutely perfect physically. Even just a few minutes after her orgasm, she began to grow aroused as she watched the woman move, and that disturbed her.
But didn't Allison herself say that it was okay to fantasize? It didn't matter what she thought as long as she kept it to herself and didn't act on it. And Allison had admitted that the fantasy worked in the other direction as well. Lissa shivered at the memory of her stepmother thinking of her just now when she pleasured herself to orgasm. That only served to increase her arousal.
Now that she had had a chance to take care of herself, she was able to keep that arousal under control. Maybe next time she would allow herself to fantasize about her stepmother, but for now, she was content to just lie there a little longer. She would take a shower, which would help relax her.
As the woman finished dressing, Lissa knew there was one more thing she had to ask her stepmother before she left.
"Allison," she said. "When you go into Jeff's room and lock the door... what do you do in there?"
Allison turned and looked at her for a few seconds, as if choosing her words carefully before answering.
"I suppose after what we've been talking about, it's natural for you to be suspicious," she replied.
"Well, you did just say you sometimes fantasize about him. And I know Jeff likes you."
"Yes he does. I'm well aware of his feelings toward me. I think that's what first got me thinking about him. That and the fact that he's so handsome and charming."
"Yeah, he is," Lissa agreed.
"But Jeff and I have an understanding. I've told him basically the same thing I told you. You can fantasize about whatever or whomever you want, as long as you don't act on it. He understands that, and he's been a perfect gentleman. I trust him completely."
"So you don't mind that he thinks of you like that?"
"It's not as rare as you might think for a boy to develop a crush on his stepmother. After all, a boy is a lot like his father, and the same traits that attracted his father to the woman would naturally be appealing to the son."
"But aren't you just a little bit worried? I mean, it's been going on for over a year now."
Allison nodded. "Hmm, that's a good point. I've been so preoccupied enjoying the attention that I hadn't really thought that it might be more serious than a childhood crush. I think it's time he got himself a girlfriend."
Lissa had a momentary flash of jealousy, which she completely suppressed. The thought of Jeff with another girl made her just a touch angry, though she knew it shouldn't. She admitted now that she was attracted to him, but a serious relationship between them was impossible. They had fooled around a little, but that was as far as they could take it. Jeff should have a girlfriend. It was just what he needed right now.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. "Jeff won't even talk to any girls at school," she said. "He's too shy."
"Lissa, do you think maybe it's because he's preoccupied with me?"
"I don't think so. There are some girls at school that he likes."
"Anyone in particular?"
"Yes, but I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone who it is."
"Good. I wouldn't ask you to break your promise. So if he's interested in this girl, then I think all he needs is a little nudge."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. For now I'll just wait and see if he does anything on his own. I'll give it a few months, then see if I can work something out."
After that, Allison seemed to watch Jeff a little more closely than before. She was especially interested in his emotional state when he came home from school every day. Each day she started off by asking him how school went, then carefully steered the conversation to the subject of his friends, and finally to the girls at school. She kept it non-threatening; at first she just asked him if he had any friends who were girls, which he didn't. Then a week or so later she asked if any of his friends were going out with girls, which he again answered in the negative. The closest was Rick, who was good friends with a girl named Vanessa Moon. But they had been friends since childhood, and he had never made a move.
A few days later, Allison brought up the topic of Brit graduating from elementary school at the end of the year and going on to 6th grade and therefore junior high, and asked him if he thought she would fit in. She specifically asked what the girls at his school were like when he was there the previous year. He found it a little hard to answer that, saying that he really didn't know any of them. Allison suggested that he work on that, but didn't press him any further.
At Christmas time, Allison wanted to get a special gift for each of the kids to show her appreciation for them. Of course, that likely meant a considerable expense, so she discussed it with Greg. Despite being rich, he was not particularly materialistic, but agreed that this year they would go all out on presents, no matter what the cost. So when they woke up on Christmas morning, they were all in for a treat.
To Brit, Allison gave a top-of-the-line digital camera with a tripod and a dozen other accessories. She jokingly said she bought it for Brit out of frustration because she was tired of Brit borrowing her camera.
Allison had wanted to come up with a gift for Jeff that would encourage him socially, but couldn't think of anything so instead did just the opposite; she bought him a new computer, since the one he currently had was getting out of date and couldn't play some of the newer games. She suggested he give his old one to Brit so she had some place to store her pictures, which he agreed to since there was no point in keeping it. Brit already had her own computer, but it was even more ancient than Jeff's, and was in serious need of an upgrade.
For Lissa she reserved the biggest gift of all. Now that Lissa had a job, her schedule didn't always coincide with that of the rest of the family. Instead of looking under the Christmas tree for her present, Allison had her open the front door. There in the driveway was a new car.
While it wasn't the sportiest or most expensive model, just the fact that it was hers made her literally scream with delight. She threw her arms around Allison and kissed her on the cheek.
After the holidays, Allison continued to nudge Jeff toward developing a relationship with a member of the opposite sex. She was mostly subtle about it, talking about how wonderful it was to have someone special in her life, or continuing to ask him about the girls in his school, or reminiscing about the good old days when she was his age and could be wild and carefree. She cautioned him not to let those years slip away from him, but he should be going out and having fun instead.
Her hints began to grow more and more obvious as spring approached. That was all a part of her plan; she knew that spring was the time to fall in love, and with her making sure it was on his mind all the time, she hoped to get him enthusiastic about the idea.
Then one day after school, Allison asked him a very pointed question. "So Jeff," she said. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend?" he stammered.
"Yes. A girl you go out with. You know, you take her to the movies, or treat her to dinner, or come back home and screw her brains out."
"Allison!" he exclaimed. Even though it had been Rachael's favorite subject, he still found it difficult to talk about sex.
"Come on, Jeff. A boy your age needs to start going out with girls. Rachael said you were a little shy, but now that you're no longer a virgin, you really have no excuse."
"Ra... Rachael said?" Now he was really growing red! How could Rachael have betrayed him like that? Telling her own sister, his stepmother even!
"Yes. She said you were nervous at first, but once you got going, you're a real sex maniac in bed. It would be a shame to keep that from the girls in your school."
"You knew about that?"
"Knew about it? I planned it."
Jeff just blinked. He was too stunned even to speak. Not only was Allison aware of his affair with her sister, she had even had a hand in it! He wondered just what else Rachael had told her. Had she mentioned Lissa, for instance?
"Look, Jeff," Allison told him. "I know you're interested in girls, because I've looked at porn with you. And I know you think I'm gorgeous, because you told me so the first time you met me. So I figured the best thing for you would be to have your first time with someone who looks a lot like me, such as my sister Rachael. So I explained the situation to her, and she jumped at the chance to fuck you. As a matter of fact, she's been fantasizing about you since she met you at the wedding."
"Really?" he asked, surprised. That was something Rachael hadn't mentioned.
"Yes. But I told her it was only this once, just to let you experience sex. Give you a little motivation, as it were. Now that you know what it feels like to fuck a girl, I would think you'd be eager to get yourself a real steady girlfriend."
"Well, I'd like to, but... well..."
"Jeff, I'm going to ask you something a little awkward, but I want you to be truthful, all right?"
"Even more awkward that it is right now?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Jeff, is the reason you don't have a girlfriend because you're preoccupied with... with me?"
"No!" he exclaimed, growing even redder than he was already.
"Really. I just... I can't think of any girl who would go out with me."
Allison put her hands on her hips and gave him a disapproving glare. "Geoffrey Primdale, I don't want to hear you say things like that again. Rachael also mentioned that you have a bad habit of negative self-talk when discussing things like that. You've got to stop doing that."
"But it's true!"
"All right, forget who you think would go out with you, and think instead about who would you like to go out with."
"I don't know."
"Come on, Jeff. You can't tell me you haven't fantasized about some of the girls in your school. If you could fuck any girl you wanted, who would it be?"
Actually, the truth was that it was Allison herself, but he wasn't about to tell her that!
"That's kind of personal, don't you think?" he said instead.
Allison sighed. "All right. Let's try a new approach. Would you be open to a little wager?"
"I don't know. Depends on the wager."
"In short, you need to find yourself a girlfriend by the end of the school year. That gives you about three months. If you do, you win. If not, I win."
"Three months? That's--"
"That's plenty of time," she insisted.
"Okay, so what do I get if I win?"
"A girlfriend. That should be reward enough."
"And if I lose?"
"Then it's time for me to take extreme measures."
"Um, what do you mean by extreme measures?"
"Just that I'll take a more proactive role. We'll just have to see when it comes to that."
"I don't know..."
"I'm not exactly giving you a choice here. If you don't take the bet, I win by default."
"Okay, fine. I'll try to find a girlfriend," he shrugged.
"You don't sound too enthusiastic about the idea," said Allison.
"Okay, fine," he repeated with a big grin on his face. "I'll try to find a girlfriend."
"Much better," she laughed.
She left him there to reflect on his new mission. He sat for a long time wondering just how the hell he was going to even start to find himself a girlfriend.
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