Invisible Girl (An Erotic Romance), Pt. 5

Chapter Five

The intensity of the experience had shaken them both. Sometimes as they walked along the dark streets, talking quietly, their eyes would find each other, and although the topic under discussion would continue unchecked there would be a silent question exchanged, along the lines of, Did that really just happen?, followed by the equivalent of Wow. As if they had been caught in a forest fire or a landslide and had barely escaped.

Eventually, though, there was too much that she didn’t know, and it was too much to contain. She asked him, “Peter, can anything we’ve been doing…make me…pregnant?”

They stopped right in the middle of the road, and he hastened to reassure her, explaining that she could only get pregnant if he had put it—and fumbled for a moment, knowing that this wasn’t the time for sex slang—between her legs.

“That ‘s why I put it…you know…where I did. And…also…you’re still a…a virgin—so am I, really. And that’s something I wouldn’t…take from you like that, without asking. That wouldn’t be right.”

She thought about that for a moment, and then said, “But it was all right to put it up my…my behind without asking me?”

He had no answer for that, and they had walked along in silence for a while. Then he stopped again. She heard him say “Damn” under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

Then he turned to her, and, forcing himself to meet her eyes, said, “You’re right. I should never have done that without asking you. Even if we’re pretending that…you know, you have to do whatever I want…that wasn’t right.” He looked down, then looked up at her again, his expression dejected. “I’m really sorry, Jane. God, I’m always…I try to act like I know what I’m doing, and I don’t, and you know it. Look, maybe we should just stop.”

She was silent for a moment then said, “Do you want to?”

“Oh, no. You know I don’t. This is… You’re the most exciting… I never thought… But what if I really hurt you?”

She leaned over and put her arms around him then, and said, “You know, if you’d told me what you were going to do I would have been scared to death. But I think I would have probably said yes anyway. I know you’d never really hurt me…even if you do keep spanking me.” She smiled timidly at him as she said this, then glanced down as she continued, “And I really think you’re very nice.” She looked up, saw his disbelieving expression and kissed him quickly before nodding her head emphatically and saying, “Yes—really. But from now on, if you’re going to do something like that, ask me. And don’t put anything in my mouth!”

And with that she deftly plucked the valentine panties from his jacket pocket, then mopped his astonished face all over with them and honked his nose before dropping them and running down the road as fast as her stiff condition would allow, laughing out loud.

The crashing sound she heard was her bike falling over as he took off in hot pursuit, calling her a little creep and threatening to make her eat her panties. Of course she was too stiff—and laughing too hard—to get very far, but it was so much fun to make him run after her.

When she heard his footsteps getting close she whirled and struck a fake karate pose, saying, “Hah!”

He immediately dropped into a similar posture and begun threatening her in asian-sounding gibberish, and they danced around in fake combat in the middle of the road for all of about thirty seconds before he snaked out an arm and grabbed her, bent her backwards in his arms as if for a big romantic kiss—and then placed his mouth on her neck and used it to make a loud farting noise. Which also tickled like crazy so that by the time she had recovered from giggling, he was already back at the bike, raising it from the ground. And of course, retrieving her panties.

After that they talked about whatever came to mind. She found out he lived near the school too, though on the other side. They talked about teachers and classes and other students they both knew, or knew the siblings of. He talked about his plans to go on to a four-year college that fall. They discovered they were both the only children in their families.

She told him about her father and what had happened to him, and asked about his parents. He replied that he lived with his father…and trailed off into silence for a long moment. Then he explained, averting his face as he did so, that his mother had had some kind of breakdown a long time ago and he hadn’t seen her since he was eight.

He sounded deeply ashamed as he told her, and asked her not to tell anybody. “My friends think they’re divorced. They don’t know.”

She quickly assured him, “I won’t tell.”

And knew that she had found his sadness.

When they reached her house he helped her walk her bike all the way up the gravel drive and held it while she retrieved her garment bag before leaning the bicycle against the porch. The porch light was on but she knew her parents wouldn’t be waiting up.

She looked at her watch and was astonished to find that it wasn’t all that late. She felt like one of the characters in her favorite book, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, who would walk through a magical wardrobe into another world, have adventures that went on for years and then return to find that only a few minutes had passed in the ‘real’ world.

It must have been the magic bra and panties, she thought, giggling to herself, half-asleep. They were both dead on their feet—and he still had to walk home.

Still, he walked her up to the front door and they put their arms around each other and kissed, just as if he’d taken her to the dance. Then he looked at her, his face close to hers and said quietly, “I’m glad…”

And she replied, “Me too.”

They hugged once more, then he smiled at her and walked off into the darkness.

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Chapter Six

During the next week they continued by unspoken agreement to pretend at school that they didn’t know each other. She loved having their times together be completely separate from the ‘real’ world; a private Narnia they could visit where everything was different, and magic could happen.

Another agreement they made without even realizing it was to take things more lightly for a while. On afternoons when he didn’t have other commitments, such as the yearbook committee, he took to waiting for her around the first turn she made on her way home. She would find him sitting under a tree there, and she would get off her bike and he would walk her as far as her driveway, and then a little way in from the road. There she would put down her bike’s kickstand, and they would hold each other and kiss and press themselves against each other for a few minutes, but that was all.

What Peter didn’t realize was that what he probably thought of as ‘taking it easy’, Jane thought of as ‘getting him off guard’. So when she told him about her parents’ Saturday-night meetings (he had been lucky that first time) and invited him over, she figured that he was probably expecting nothing more than a little snuggle and smooch, maybe with some light groping thrown in.

His first intimation that maybe the evening was going to proceed a little differently than he had imagined was when he walked up the porch steps, shortly after her parents’ car had vanished down the drive, and found the front door swinging slowly open before he could knock…with nobody waiting inside.

He stuck his head in, called softly—“Jane?”—advanced a few more steps, called again, a little more loudly…and realized, actually an instant before he heard the door swinging shut behind him, that he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Which, as it turned out, he didn’t mind very much—or, to be honest, even remember what he’d been thinking about an instant before—when he had whirled around to find her closing the door by leaning against it, arms crossed, and wearing only a pair of frilly pink panties. And an expression of pure mischief.

He had barely enough time to register this surprise when she gave him another by jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck while simultaneously swinging her legs off the ground so he would have to catch her in his arms. When he had done so, and was staring down, open-mouthed, at what he had caught, she kissed him greedily, slipping her tongue into his mouth for a moment.

When she withdrew, leaving him wide-eyed and gasping, she leaned towards his ear and whispered, “My bedroom’s at the top of the stairs on the right.” Said the spider to the fly, she thought to herself. And then lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as if going to sleep.

When they were in the dimly lit bedroom and he had gently lowered her onto her bed, she slowly opened her eyes like Sleeping Beauty, stretched provocatively, arching her back and then running her hands down her thighs, and said, “That was so nice.