Invisible Girl (An Erotic Romance), Pt. 14

Chapter Thirty-Five

“So—how did the dinner run go last night?” asked Suzy.  

She and Jane were unpacking and hanging a shipment of baby clothes at the back of the store while Mrs. Jorgenson minded the register.  It was a rainy day, and there were no customers in the store.

“Oh, fine,” replied Jane.  “I just brought him some sandwiches and stuff.  He works at The Word Works—you know, the bookstore?”

“Oh sure.”  Suzy concentrated for a moment on a tiny dress that wouldn’t stay on its hanger.  Then she asked, with a sly smile,  “Did he show his appreciation?” and when Jane looked quizzically at her explained, “Did he, you know, kiss you or anything?”

Jane made a show of being shocked, then snorted in derision.  “Oh, sure, Suzy—right in the middle of the store.  They had to pull us apart.”

Suzy guffawed.  Well, I’m sorry I missed it.”  Then, irrepressibly, she went on, “Is he a good kisser?”

“Su-zy…!”  Jane couldn’t help but be amused by her frank curiosity.

“Well, is he?”

Jane smiled down at the dress she was holding as if she could see Peter’s face there, then nodded and said, as if to herself, “Oh yes.”

“Well thank goodness for that,” Suzy exclaimed.  “My last boyfriend thought that kisses had to be really wet so he was always slobbering all over my mouth.  Ugh!”  

She made a disgusted face and shook her head as if to rid herself of the memory.  “Well, he seems very nice.  Peter, I mean.”

“He is.”

“But not too nice, I hope,” said Suzy, with a sideways glance.

Jane put her hands on her hips in a show of mock outrage.  “Why, Suzy Jorgenson, whatever do you mean?”  They looked at each other for a moment, then collapsed into giggles.

“You know very well what I mean,” Suzy persisted, still smiling.  “How long have you been going out with him?”

Going out? Just once, at your party…and we had to pretend we didn’t know each other, thought Jane, a little ruefully.  

“A couple of months,” she replied, surprised, even as she said it, that it had only been that long.

Suzy raised her eyebrows in disbelief.  “Two months?  And you kept it a secret that whole time? “  Jane nodded, and Suzy said, “Wow,” shaking her head.  “If I had a boyfriend like that I’d tell everybody.”  Jane couldn’t keep a proud smile from spreading across her face at this.

Then Suzy quirked her mouth impishly and went on, “So I guess if you’ve been together all that time…it’s more than kissing, isn’t it?”  And when Jane hesitated instead of denying it outright, crowed, “Ah-ha!  I knew it!”

She must have spoken a little too enthusiastically, because her exclamation drew an inquisitive look from Mrs. Jorgenson.  “I knew they’d gotten the sizes all mixed up in here,” Suzy said, pointing to the box of dresses.  “Well, let’s sort ‘em out before we hang any more.”  

She knelt on the floor next to the box and Jane followed suit.  They pretended to be sorting through the dresses—which were, of course, perfectly in order—until Suzy’s mother returned her attention to the catalog she was looking at by the register.  Then Suzy looked up at Jane and whispered, “C’mon, spill.  How far have you gone?”

Jane was sure that Suzy wouldn’t be able to handle the entire truth.  Well, she imagined herself saying, last night after I brought Peter his dinner I unzipped his pants and put his cock in my mouth while he was running the register.    

No.  Instead she whispered back, “Now wait a minute.  How come I’m the only one telling secrets?  How far have you gone?”  She figured that Suzy’s answer would give her a clue how much to reveal.

Suzy, taken aback, looked down.  “Well…”  

She glanced over at her mother to make sure she wasn’t paying attention, then leaned forward conspiratorially and said, “I let Joe Haworth—you know, from the football team?”  Jane nodded and Suzy went on, “He’s the sloppy kisser I told you about.”  

She took another anxious glance at her mother before continuing, “Well, one night when we were, you know, making out in his car I let him…touch me here,” indicating her chest with a nervous flutter of her fingers.  She looked down and added in an undertone, “Well, I…I let him take off my…my blouse too.”  She looked up from under her eyebrows at Jane as if gauging whether Jane had been shocked.

Jane simply nodded as if it was about what she’d expected—which it was—and asked, “Did you like it?”

Suzy looked doubtful.  “Well, at first.  It’s really kind of neat when a boy’s all excited because of you, you know?”  

Jane smiled knowingly and nodded, and Suzy continued,  “I really liked that, and at first he was really gentle and it felt nice. That’s why I let him…you know.”  Jane nodded again.  “And it felt so…sexy to let him see me like that.  But then he started…you know, grabbing them and squeezing so hard that it hurt, and I told him to stop and he wouldn’t and he started trying to put his hand under my skirt and…”  

She trailed off, her face shadowed by the memory.  “I had to slap him to get him to stop…and that was my last date with Mr. Sloppy Joe.”  She tried to smile but her expression was rueful.  “Are they all like that?  Peter’s not, is he?”

Jane shook her head and tried to reassure her. “He never tries to make me do anything I don’t want to do with him.”  

Because there isn’t anything, she thought to herself with a smile. 

She found that she wanted to share a little more about Peter with Suzy, and decided to describe one of her favorite memories—in a heavily revised and censored version, of course.  She leaned forward and whispered, “But he loves it when I do things to get him excited.  One time when he was outside my house and my parents were gone I stood in front of the window and took off everything…” She made a quick editing decision and finished, “…but my underwear.”

Suzy’s eyes went completely round and Jane thought she’d overdone it after all.  Then Suzy broke out in what appeared to be a smile of admiration and said, “Really?  Wow, Janey, you’re really something!  Ooo, I’ll bet he liked that!”

Jane nodded as she smiled at the memory of what had actually happened.  Then, unable to resist icing the cake, whispered, “And he touched himself while I did it!”

Suzy’s mouth was now as round as her eyes.  “No!  You mean…”

She gestured toward her lap, and when Jane nodded, whispered, “Wow!  He actually…took it out?  And he knew you could see him?”  Jane nodded again and Suzy repeated, “Wow,” and hugged herself with glee at the naughtiness of it, saying with a grin, “Ooo, I wish I could have seen that!  Tell me when you’re going to do it again so I can hide in the bushes and watch!”

This made them both burst into laughter, which of course drew Mrs. Jorgenson’s attention, so they went back to work, but not before exchanging the looks and smiles of friends who had shared secrets.

All the rest of that day Suzy took every opportunity to pester Jane for more details.  What did Peter’s penis look like?  (She was astonished to learn about erections.)  How did he touch it? (For obvious reasons Jane chose not to mention that Peter had used a pair of her panties.) What kind of underwear had Jane been wearing?  (Jane substituted something more glamorous than the plain whites she’d actually worn.) How had he reacted when Jane started taking off her clothes, and what did it feel like to do it?  (Jane related those details with relish: how Peter had been nearly hypnotized by her; how powerful and sexy she’d felt.) 

In her enthusiasm she even showed Suzy her favorite pose—after first making sure that Mrs. Jorgenson wasn’t looking—and tried to describe how it felt to have Peter look at her when she was in it.

By the end of the day Suzy was looking dazed.  “Gosh, I wish I had a boyfriend now!” she said to Jane. 

They were retrieving Jane’s bicycle from the back room, where Mrs. Jorgenson had suggested she store it that day because of the rain.  “I’d almost go out with Joe again, just to drive him crazy.”  She put her hands behind her head and struck the pose Jane had shown her, then made a fashion-model pout and wiggled her hips before breaking into giggles.  “I’d have to tie him to a chair or something first, though.”

Jane pretended to take the idea seriously and said, “Well, that might be fun.”

It was still pouring outside, and Mrs. Jorgenson kindly suggested that Jane put her bike in the trunk of the car and get a ride home with them.  Jane was more than happy to accept.  

She carried her bike through the store, so as not to soil the carpet, then, with Suzy holding the front door open for her, dashed out into the rain.  Mrs. Jorgenson was already there, huddled under an umbrella and standing next to the open trunk of her car.  Between them they managed to wrestle the bike into the trunk and shut the lid while Suzy was locking the shop door.  Mrs. Jorgenson then hustled Jane around to the driver’s side of the car and opened the back door for her then got in herself while Suzy ran to get into the front seat on the other side.

As Jane started to climb in she suddenly saw, out of the corner of her eye, a ghostly face peering at her through the rain-drenched windshield of the car behind her. 

 Chrissy.  

Of course.  She wouldn’t let a little thing like a downpour get in the way of finding out what she wanted to know.  Jane didn’t know what to do; she didn’t want to ask Mrs. Jorgenson to wait and she knew it would make Chrissy more nervous, if that was possible.  So she tried to meet Chrissy’s eye as well as she could through the rain and the water rippling down the front of the windshield between them.  Then she nodded, once, twice.

Chrissy’s pale face behind the windshield looked to Jane like that of a drowned person, and the illusion was reinforced when she made no gesture to acknowledge that she had seen and understood Jane.  Jane looked at her for a moment longer, then climbed into the car and pulled the door shut.

“I saw Chrissy again today,” she told Peter when he called.  “It was pouring rain and she was still waiting for me in her car.”

Peter made an amused noise and said, “She needs to get a hobby or something.”

“You mean, besides Father Brian?”

“Yeah.  So did you talk to her?”

“No, I couldn’t.  I was with Suzy and her mom.  I tried to kind of signal her but it was like she couldn’t see me.”

“Well, you are the Invisible Girl…”

“Very funny.  No, it was kind of spooky.  Well, maybe her windshield was fogged up or something, I don’t know.

“Well, she’ll probably be waiting for you tomorrow—same time, same place, same station.  You can tell her then.”

“I guess.”

“And speaking of tomorrow…are you coming to watch me graduate?”

“Gee, you mean your boss actually gave you the night off so you can graduate?”

“Nice of him, wasn’t it?”

“I’ll say.  Well, in that case I’ll be there.”

They talked a little more, then said good night.  

Oh, I’ll be there all right, thought Jane, grinning wickedly to herself.  I’ve got plans for you, Peter McIlvray…

Chapter Thirty-Six

Jane had, in fact, been making plans for Peter’s graduation night for some time, and was eagerly looking forward to carrying them out.

She was glad that the store was busy most of the next day, because it made the time go by more quickly—and because Suzy had apparently spent the night thinking of more things to ask Jane.  

Lunchtime in particular had been something of a trial as Jane had had to spend most of it either giving tactfully evasive answers to Suzy’s sometimes less-than-tactful questions  (“I don’t know how far we’re going to go, Suzy—it’s not like we’ve planned it out or anything.”) or pretending to be equally uninformed (“I don’t think you can get pregnant just from touching it.”).

Then there was Chrissy.  Jane had expected her to be waiting that evening but not to find her right outside the back door of the shop.  She was standing against the wall where she wouldn’t be seen from the doorway, and startled Jane more than a little by touching her arm the moment Mrs.