Alex and Tess 2 – Pool Disguise

Alex and Tess 2 – Pool Disguise
by
Tommy Linarcos

Alex waited for Tess and Suzie to come out of the girls’ locker room at Milner Pool.  He and Joey always changed quickly, easily.  The girls took their time.  Always.  For twelve-year-old boys, there wasn’t much to do.  Take off your suit, wring it out, dry off, get dressed, done.  For twelve-year-old girls… Alex had no idea what the big difference was.  He certainly knew the difference between boys and girls, and had first-hand experience with that from fooling around with Tess, but didn’t bother trying to figure out what extra stuff the girls had to do to change from a swim suit to street clothes — and even that was just sneakers, shorts, dry undies, and a t-shirt.

Birthdays had passed, school was over, summer had begun, and the pools were open.  Alex’s coffee burn wasn’t completely healed, yet: the burn patch on his right thigh was still pink and no hair would ever grow on that part of his leg again, but he no longer had to wear the bandage.  He was afraid the wound would prevent him from the first couple of weeks of swimming, but it had healed enough that such didn’t happen.  Truth be told, he probably would have just taken the bandage off, anyway, to go in the pool, no matter what.  When the sun hit it directly, it did sting, like a healing sunburn, and he knew he had to go underwater or get out of the sun.  His brother actually took him to Sportmart with him to get some new trunks for the season, and he was able to get a nice blue pair that hung low and covered most of the scar.

Day Swim had ended, Adult Swim had begun, and every kid got kicked out of the pool.  That was the daily schedule, until Night Swim, later.  Timing was right — ‘Go get home for supper, kids, let the adults have some time without you playing Corner Tag and Marco Polo!’  Walking home with their towel rolls, when they reached their street, Tess stayed with them, instead of turning left to her block, so Joey got home first, this time.

Suzie took notice.  “We doing anything, today?”

“You want to?” Alex asked her.  Tess looked to her, too, but not with an inviting look.

“After supper, maybe, but I’ve got to go in.”  They’d reached Alex’s house.  “Besides, you two want some alone time, dontchya?”  She smiled at them and bounce-ran to her own house a few doors away.  She was inside before either of them could say anything except to each other.

“She knows,” they said simultaneously.

Tess crumpled her eyebrow in thought.  “But she probably doesn’t know what we do in our alone time…!”

Alex looked to his door.  “Let’s find out who’s home at my house, then!”

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Turned out, only his sister Karin was at home, and she was on the phone in her room.

Alex’s mother was pretty much in the hospital all the time, now.  His dad was either at work, stopping home quickly and checking-in, or with his mother at the hospital.  His brother Peter was “in-charge” at home during these times, but he was rarely at home, leaving Karin to look after Alex.  Both of them had their social lives, too, so they’d schedule whether there would be a dinner that day or if everyone just had to fend for themselves.  Consequently, when he and Karin went shopping, they bought a lot of fresh fruit, pot pies, frozen pizzas, canned soups, SpaghettiOs, mac and cheese, and sandwich makings.

Alex had turned twelve in May.  It was an odd time.  He had a girlfriend who he was having sex with on a regular basis, but he loved the Star Wars Death Star playset he got for his birthday and played with on a regular basis, too.  Both he and his girl loved making the other cum, but also riding their bikes on the dirt trails in the forest.  He hadn’t fucked his girl, yet, but he also hadn’t hit a home run for his Little League team this year, yet, either.

He and Tess never kissed in front of anyone, they didn’t hold hands, or make goo-goo eyes at odd moments.  When they were with their friends, that was the time for having fun with friends, being a part of the group.  Tess could do girl things with Suzie, Alex could do boy things with Joey, and they could all play together.  Joey was a couple years younger, but that didn’t even make a difference, at least this year.

The Alex-Tess sex thing never came up until they were alone.  Even so, it was still just something to do if they were able.  It was one of their favorite things to do, but they knew there wasn’t always a good time or place to do it.  And sometimes there were better things, like swimming or riding bikes or getting a game of softball going in the lot.  Or playing Clue by candlelight with the others when there was a blackout from a big thunderstorm, like last week.

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“You were looking at Suzie today,” Tess accused Alex, while she gave him a hand job in the middle of his bed, sitting on her knees next to his stretched out naked body.

“I look at Suzie every day,” he told the naked girl on his bed.

“I mean you were looking at her in her swimming suit, like you want to see her without her swim suit.”

“I…” Alex faltered.  He’d been near getting to that exciting point in the hand job, but Tess threw the curve ball at him.  “I won’t lie.  I would like to see Suzie naked…”

Tess thought she had him by asking him during the hand job, but he actually thought about his answer.  And he was honest about it.

“I don’t think she’d do it,” Tess thought aloud.  She did a lot of her thinking out loud.  “Not that she’s a ‘good’ girl, but I don’t think she would.  She’d be too afraid of getting pregnant.”

“You trying to get me to not ask her if she wants to play?” Alex smiled.  It would be fun to get Suzie to join, but he wasn’t going to push it, wasn’t going to give up what he had.

“I told you before, when we do this, this is just for us.  If you want to see other naked girls, you guys got magazines in Joey’s garage.”

“That’s not the same,” he said, stroking her neck down to her nipple.

She looked at the wall across from his bed. “And you’ve got Cheryl Ladd.”  He had the red Cheryl Ladd poster up next to his Chicago Cubs.  His brother had Farrah Fawcett, of course, but his mother had only let him have Cheryl because she didn’t show nips like Farrah did.  “You jerk off to Cheryl a lot?” Tess asked, continuing her smooth stroke on him.

Alex, eyes closed, smiled and admitted, “Sometimes….”

“What about other times?”

“I think of you and Suzie, things that could actually happen…”

“Me and Suzie…?”  Tess got a devilish thought.  She leaned down to his ear.  “I’ve touched Suzie’s pussy, you know, and she’s touched mine.  At a sleepover…”

Alex drew in a sharp breath, his muscles tightening all along his body.  Tess kept him hard.  She learned in the last few weeks not to just pump him as hard as she could, not to strangle his cock like it owed her money.  She kept a loose grip that teased his skin as her hand rose and fell, playing with the line of skin from his head to his circumcision scar. 

She looked down at the dick in her hand.  She figured Alex was about five inches long.  She had a Snoopy 3×5 notebook at home, and she compared it to her hand, then put her hand to his cock today, and that was about right.  A lot of soft, brown hair — blonde but dark like his eyebrows. 

Alex started pumping his hips with her, trying to dictate a rhythm, add some activity instead of just being passive.  Tess got the idea and paid attention.  He gripped her ankle, letting her know his intensity.  She was on her knees to his right, so he couldn’t play with her pussy.  Right now, this was all about him, but it would be her turn soon enough.

She stroked his chest with her left hand, tweaking his nipple, following the ridge of his developing pec muscles.  She loved that she could do that, now.  That she could touch him like this.  She leaned in closer.

“I want to fuck you,” she said to him quietly. 

He started shaking, his hips got erratic, his left foot twitching, his head thrown back into the pillow. 

“I want you to fuck me, Alex.” 

Then he lost it.  One shot of pearly cum shot out an inch, announcing his orgasm, then the second shot had the height — a genuine foot above him — she had to pull her head back to avoid getting hit.  This is what she wanted to see!  “Oh, yeah!  Fuckin’ cum for me, Alex!”  She kept pumping as that was her job, letting the next five shots fountain up all over his belly and her hand.  She didn’t let go of him, but she’d learned to ease off, just go slower, down to neutral, friendly.

His eyes were closed.  He wouldn’t see her.  Quickly, with her left, she took a fingerful of his cum off of her right hand, and brought it to her mouth.  It smelled the same, but she’d wanted to taste it.  She hesitated, though; she didn’t want him to see.  Before she could think more, she put her finger in her mouth and licked it off.  It was different, kind of plain, like wafer, but it did have a taste, a little tangy, actually.  She’d heard it was supposed to be salty.  Did everyone taste different?  She thought on it.  Blood would probably taste the same from everybody, that sticky metallic taste.  Spit… did it even have a taste?  When she kissed Alex, he had a taste, but she didn’t think it was his spit.  This stuff in her mouth now was very personal, so probably?  What would…?  He wasn’t allowed to drink a lot of soda.  The Coke in the fridge was his brother’s ‘private stock,’ even though they stole one from him last week.  Alex mostly drank orange juice his sister made from the frozen things, and Hi-C.  And Gatorade and water when he played baseball.

Alex’s eyes were open.  He was smiling.  “That was a good one!”

“Looked like it!” she smiled back.  “I love to watch that, when you explode!”

“When you told me to fuck you… that got me!”

“I do want to try it.  I want to know what it feels like,” she told him, whispering, like it was a secret.

“Me, too, but I’m still nervous about that,” he admitted.

She removed her hand from his cock, making a comic ‘yuck!’ sound, and found his shirt on the floor to wipe up with.  She wiped him off, too, looking for every little bit and where it landed, then played with his dick just a little more.  It was still hard, but bendable, now.

She liked seeing his cock head pop in and out of her fist.  It was kind of funny.  She thought about taking a Flair marker and drawing a smiley-face on the flat side of his dick head, and she would see it smile at her as it came in and out of her hand.  When she first thought of that, she’d laughed so hard it ended their session.  Alex thought she was laughing at him, again, and had pulled his pants up.  She had to explain what she was laughing at; he got a laugh out of it, too, but forbade her from actually doing it.  ‘Guys look at other guys’ cocks in the showers.  I don’t want to have to explain it.  Someone will tell the girls, and everyone will be pointing at me the rest of the week,’ he’d told her.

But now, while still playing with him, she asked, “You look at guys’ dicks?”

That caught him weird, but he figured there was something more to that, not accusing him of anything.  “Not really, but everyone does.  You check each other out, make sure you’re normal.  It’s no big deal,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, girls, too,” Tess agreed.  She had seen others pass her in development this year, still flat-chested and without pubes, but she wasn’t alone.

“But in 5th Grade, me and two other guys were the only ones to have hair on our dicks, so everyone was checking us out.  I knew every guy there was looking at my dick when I headed into the showers,” Alex shook his head.

“Which two?” Tess asked with genuine girl curiosity.

“Scott and Phil,” Alex answered matter-of-factly.

“You know, I don’t get to see any other naked guys.  And there’s not any magazines with naked guys in them.”  She thought there probably were magazines like that, but she’d never seen any, and there weren’t any stacks of naked guy magazines in any of their garages.

“You got Stallone up on your wall,” Alex pointed out.  “And that singer.  Leif?”

“Not Leif.  Andy Gibb.  I don’t like Leif.”

“There’s plenty of boys… at the pool,” Alex noted, relaxing, getting into the game, enjoying Tess’s attention.  “Guys don’t wear much, and you can see their dicks just like the girls’ tits in their bikinis.”

“Can’t actually see ‘em, but you know they’re there,” she agreed.  “It’s not just boys’ dicks, it’s the whole package — their arms, their shape, their whole bods.  Always hidden at school, but at the pool, it’s all on display.”

“That’s why you like me, you dirty girl,” Alex teased.

Her eyes roamed, looking at her boyfriend until she landed on his smile.

“I lov-  I do like to watch you take off your shirt,” she hummed.  “Just something about it.”

He put his hand to her cheek.

She took a deep breath and corrected herself.  “Now if only I could sneak into your locker room…” she started dreaming.

“You did, once,” he reminded her.  “At the pool?”

“That was last year, just at the exit out to the pool.  Suzie and I peeked into the guys’ shower right there.  We saw that one lifeguard naked.  His dick was huge and hairy and ugly!” she recalled, chuckling.

“That guy with the mustache, you said.  He was old, like eighteen or twenty.”  Alex thought about something, gazing at her chest.  “You still don’t have any tits, yet,” he told his flat-chested friend.

“I know.  Thanks for pointing that out.”  She threw the shirt at his face.  She figured it was her turn, next.  How did she want it?  They’d tried oral sex once, though neither of them was very good at it, yet.  Still, it was fun learning.

“And sometimes, people who don’t know you think you’re a boy.”  She had short brown hair, was fairly thin, no girl curves, yet.  Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, never a skirt.

“Yeah…?”

“If you really wanted to…. What if… you snuck into the boys’ locker room, pretending to be a boy?”

The wheels started turning in her head.

She began moving, slowly, carefully, but unconsciously.  Her eyes saw the Cubs and Cheryl and Star Wars posters around his room, his baseball bat with his mitt hooked over the top, but she didn’t see them.  She climbed on top of him backwards, sitting on his waist, and lay down, her back on his chest, her head off his left shoulder, carefully finding the spot for her legs next to each of his, his mostly-soft-for-now cock in the space beyond her pussy — but she barely knew she’d found her position.  She was coming up with a plan.

He wrapped his left arm around her chest, held her in place, caressed what would be her breasts one day, pinched her nipples, kissed the back of her shoulder and what neck he could reach.  “Everyone sees the tomboy.  Only I know how much of a girl you really are…”  His right hand found her pussy, and began the soft stroking, tight little circles, and frequent dips inside her like she’d taught him to do.  He was speaking softly to her, mostly ‘there you are’ and ‘you’re so wet’ and little things like that.  She heard him, and responded to his touch, but there were two things going on in her brain: Alex’s fingers and the Plan.

I could go to the pool topless, and no one would know…  But not Milner Pool, ‘cause everyone would know me there…  No…  Go to Hayden Pool on the other side of town…  Nobody from our school lives there…  Or Clarke Pool…  No…  Hayden Pool.  I could go with Alex… in the boys’ locker room… he’d protect me.  I could wear his suit…  One of his suits…  Maybe the green one…  Swimming without a top would be so… and then later… when they kick us out… either at the end of Day Swim… or… at night… at the end of Night Swim…  in the locker room… all the boys would be changing… oh my god… all the boys would be naked… and I’d be there…

From her ideas and from Alex’s fingering, she began to whimper.  She shut off her planning and focused on Alex, what he was doing to her.  His left hand had left her chest and was working her clit at the same time as…

“If I fuck you, I might be too big for your little pussy.  This pretty little pussy.  Maybe… maybe you need two fingers in here, to be sure…” he whispered, as he inserted a second finger and swirled them in the ridges and hills inside her.

She bucked and squirmed.  She’d found a comfortable spot in locking her arms backwards and underneath him, her hands under his butt, so she was exposed to the ceiling and couldn’t escape, by her own design, straining against her own trap.  “Oh, Alex… Alex…  Are you really gonna fuck me?  You’re gonna fuck me, right?”  She knew his cock was rock solid now; she could feel it against her leg.  It was close to her pussy.  Was it close enough?

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you…”  He tried pushing his cock toward her from underneath, but her squirming kept her at just enough distance for zero contact.  He tried pulling, goading, her with his hands to scoot lower on him, but she was too far gone. 

“Oh, god!….” she called in a strangled sound as the sun exploded inside her, her legs started shaking, and her juices flowed out like a brook over Alex’s hand.  She bucked on top of him, and finally unlocked her arms from below to regain some balance, one hand clutching the bed, the other digging into Alex’s side.  She didn’t have to tell him to slow down or stop as he’d had enough.  He’d disengaged down below and slipped her off him to his left side, and quick-spun on top of her.  She spread her legs and let him in.

Except Alex’s twelve-year-old cock never made it in to Tess’s twelve-year-old pussy.  It was so wet and the target so elusive, without aid his cock slid right under her and he humped the bed for all he was worth, finishing seconds after starting, cum all over her asshole and the bed.  Tess never even got a chance to tell him he hadn’t made it in, she was still floating in her orgasm.

After calming down and breathing, Alex looked up at her.  “I don’t think I got it in.”  He was embarrassed, but hoping to find some humor in it.

“No, you didn’t,” she smiled at him.  She grabbed his face and pulled him up the last few inches and they made out in celebration of cumming.  Then she released him, her face showing how happy he made her.

“Well, at least you’re not…” he didn’t finish, just took a deep breath and flipped over, sharing the space of the twin bed.

“You came all over my ass,” she told him.  “You gonna wipe my ass?” she laughed.

“Um, no, I guess you can probably take care of that better!”  He was still a shade of red, but glad they could laugh.

“Find me your shirt.”

“Oh, and I liked that shirt, too,” he said, reaching behind them to where the shirt had been shoved earlier.

“It’s your cum shirt, now.”  She took the shirt from him, but did not get busy right away.  “Hey, that was incredible, my orgasm.  You really got me!”

“You’re welcome.  Glad to return the favor.”

“And listen, I got an idea.”  She turned toward him, absently holding his dick, again, so she had his attention.  “When you said I could go to the pool disguised as a boy…”

For the next twenty minutes or so, she told him her idea, and he found the wobbly points of it and came up with ways to get around them and make it work. 

She couldn’t use her own pool pass — it was pink and had a big F under ‘Sex.’  “I could just tell them they gave me the wrong pass because I went there with my sisters and they thought we were all girls,” she tried.

Alex tossed that down.  “No, that’ll make them suspicious.  We don’t want them to give you a second look.  Just that you’re a boy and go on in.”  They either had to go get her a new pass — a blue M pass — for $10, or find out how much a guest day pass cost.  “Because you’ll be my friend from Wisconsin or something.”

She was fine to use his green suit from last year.  After his growth spurt, it didn’t fit him too well anymore and should do fine with her slim hips.  But she didn’t have a dick.  They’d just been talking about how girls could see the size of a boy’s package, and…

“Can I stuff it with a sock?” she joked.

“Maybe,” Alex studied her.  “You could wear my supporter from gym class, with the sock in it.  That would work.”

“What if it falls out?”  Her question made a lot of sense.

“I can stitch it in, or you can wear my old Speedo to hold it all together under the green suit.”

They got busy trying everything on, and it looked like it would work.  She thought about just wearing the Speedo underneath with the sock in it, but if it fell out, then things might go south.  All done, her suit wore a little bulky, but it worked.  And it was dark green, so no see-through.

Alex put some clothes on and got his mother’s sewing kit, which she would never use again, he knew, and ran a stitch through the balled sock and the supporter enough times to keep it in place.  It worked, but Tess figured she’d still do the complete get-up.

“What else?  What else?” he asked, tapping his dresser.  “What are we forgetting?”

“Just…,” she thought out loud, “find a locker at the end for a good view!”

Alex sighed a chuckle.  He was going to help his girlfriend see a bunch of naked boys.  “You better tell me which girls at school have pussy hair for all this…”

“Like MaryAnn Fabricio?” she kidded about a girl who already had very large breasts.  “It’s like a forest!  Thigh to thigh!”

Alex shook his head, conjuring the image, not quite sure if he wanted to know about that one.

“Next time we ride our bikes to Turtle Creek, I’ll tell you about ‘em all…” Tess promised.

Tess finished getting dressed and was about to head for home when there was a knock on Alex’s bedroom door.  “Hey, you two done foolin’ around in there?”  Alex’s sister Karin.

Tess looked guilty.  “Uh-oh!” she giggled.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

With that permission, Karin opened the door, but was still surprised to find them together, holding each other at the elbows.  Karin was a female version of Alex, three years older and even better looking.  She briefly noted the condition of the room and the sewing kit out and… recognized something in the scent of the room, too, but didn’t say anything.  “Hey, thinking about dinner.  You hungry?”

“You know I am,” Alex answered.  “You want to stay?” he asked Tess, but she declined as, if she left right now, she’d be in time for her own dinner and not in trouble with her mother.  Karin left Alex’s door open to air out.

Alex walked Tess to the front door and tried to hide a kiss goodbye, but found he was unsuccessful.  “Now Karin knows, too.”

Alex and Karin lit the oven and put extra toppings on their frozen pizza.  While waiting, Karin noted, “Hmm.  I always thought Suzie would be your first girlfriend.”

“I thought so, too.  But, you know, Tess said ‘Hey, you’re my boyfriend, now,’ and… there you go,” Alex laughed.

Karin pretended outrage.  “Why, that brazen hussy!”  Before the pizza was ready, Karin turned to Alex, serious.  She didn’t address the possible physical shenanigans behind a closed door, but warned, “Hey.  If you’re gonna have a girlfriend…  I know it’s hard for boys to not be obnoxious, but don’t be a jerk.  Don’t hurt her, now.  Tess may seem all tough on the outside, but inside… she’s a little fragile.”

“Don’t worry.  She’s my friend, first.”

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Alex and Tess didn’t get to put their pool plan into action for a little while.  Alex’s mother was taking a turn for the worse, and she wasn’t going to be coming back home to rest before her next treatments.  He, Karin, and even Peter wound up spending as much time as they could in the hospital as a family.

His mother looked so weak.  She used to be so radiant — a true lady, younger than his father, graceful, so full of life.  Karin wished she looked as beautiful as their mother.  She could play in the yard with them all, too, even tag football on Thanksgiving, or volleyball on the beach.  Reading at bedtime.  She gave them trust and freedom to roam the neighborhood, yet somehow always knew where they were.  She knew their friends, and their friends liked her, too.  And she always, always, knew when they were lying, so they stopped trying.  And now, with the cancer…  It wasn’t her, anymore.  That’s what Alex hated most about this.  He didn’t understand what all the treatments were about, but he knew they had taken his mother away.

Things started improving on the third day, and Alex got some time alone with his mother.  “So, Karin tells me you have a girlfriend, now.”

“Yeah, kind of,” Alex grumbled, caught out again, and reacting like a twelve-year-old would who didn’t want to admit anything.

“Suzie?” his mother smiled.

“Tess.”

“Really?” his mother croaked, surprised.  “Okay.”

Alex just rolled his eyes and smiled.  Why did everyone react that way?

“Well, make sure you treat her nice.  I raised my boys to respect women.  If there are… dark times or arguments, don’t you hurt her.”

“Mom,” Alex whined, “we’re not getting married.  We’re just good friends, who… kiss a little.”  He gave her his secret smile.

“Of course.  And there will be others.  You’ll find love… and heartbreak.  But you’ll find the one.  You might have to travel far to find her, or she might be next door, but look for the good, the specialness inside a girl, not just what’s on the surface.  Make sure she’s your friend.”

“Mom?” Alex got worried.  “Why are you telling me all this now?”

“Because you never know.”  She sniffled.  “If my boy is growing up, I want to make sure I’ve given you what advice I can.  Life’s not all baseball and swimming.”  She smoothed his blonde hair down.  “Now, go away, I’m tired and need some rest.  I’ve got procedures this week, and they look promising, so go out and have fun.  I’ll be ready to see you again on Thursday.”

Alex nodded.  He got to her room door, turned, and said, “Mom?  I’m going to be okay.”

“I know you will.  See you on Thursday.”

Alex still stood at the door.  “I don’t want to say good-bye.”

His mother grimaced.

“I’ll just say good night, okay?” he suggested.

She tried to smile as best she could.

“Good night, Mama.”  Alex turned and left the room.

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Alex cried his eyes out that night.  It wasn’t his first time crying since his mother had started the chemo or whatever it all was, but he wanted it to be the last time in his life.  And in the morning, the sun still shone, and the world hadn’t come to an end.

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“You want to do it today?” Tess asked.  She’d invited herself over at 10:00am.  She knew she was welcome and barely knocked on the door.  The back door was always open and the screen door let in the breeze, and she found Alex making a bowl of Cap’n Crunch to eat while he watched The Price is Right.  She found a bowl for herself, but took Karin’s box of Special K, instead.

It was a good day to go swimming.  He didn’t have batting practice or a ball game, so it was a great day to sleep late and he was free the rest of the day.  “You want to do it this afternoon?  Day Swim, out by dinner?  Or tonight?  Night Swim, out at closing?” he put to her, pushing his cereal down into the milk.

Tess thought on it.  “Which will be better?  More boys?  I mean, that’s the point.”

“There’s more little kids at Day Swim.  Have to be over twelve to go to Night Swim, and everyone pretty much stays through to the end at nine o’clock,” Alex advised.

“So, right, older boys…” Tess knew.

“We have to go to the Park District place and get the pass, first, so we’ll see how much time is left for Day Swim, if you want,” Alex said.

“Why aren’t you eating your cereal?” Tess asked.

“Not soggy enough, yet.”

“But it’s Cap’n Crunch…?”

“Better when it’s soggy.”

“I’m gonna steal your crunchberries.”  She plucked three crunchberries out of his bowl and added them to her Special K.  “Hey.  Do you like me?”

“What?  Of course, I like you.”  He wasn’t sure how that came out from stealing his crunchberries, though.

She spoke, but looked at the TV.  “I mean, you know.  We started messing around, but… and then we kissed.  And the kissing seems like it’s… more personal than the… other stuff.”  She looked to him.  “So, do you like me?” 

He had to think this one.  “Really, I never thought I’d even get a girlfriend until I was in high school.  I mean, you and Suzie are my best friends — there’s always been some others like Bobby and Danny and Joey, but you guys have always been there.”

“You like Suzie better?  She’s prettier, with her long, red hair.”

“Suzie’s very pretty,” Alex did not deny.  “But you and me, we do everything together.  You’re my best friend.  Who else would I like?”  He knew it wasn’t the answer she was looking for.  “I don’t really know about love and stuff.  This is all kind of… new?  And a little scary, I guess.  But Tess,” he made sure she was looking at him instead of her cereal, “yeah, I like you.  Like you, like you.”

Tess visibly let out her breath.  “You probably knew I liked you all year.”

“No, that went over my head.  Kind of surprised me on Coffee Pot Day,” he admitted.

“Boys…” she shook her head.  “Over your head…  Yeah, that’s why you play third base, now.  Eat your damn cereal!”

Alex laughed and ate his damn cereal.

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The Park District office didn’t have actual day passes for the pool, though they thought it was a good idea.  The lady could sell them a Daily Pass at $3.00 plus 50¢ at the pool every day “Ted” went.  Alex was hoping they would only have to spend a dollar, but between them they had the three dollars.  The lady asked about residence, which is why you always brought a parent with, but Alex re-explained that “Ted” didn’t live in Colton — “he” was visiting, and which is why they hoped for a day pass.  “He” was only here this weekend and Alex wanted his friend to join him in swimming.  The confusion helped, and “Ted” got a blue Daily Pass with “his” photo on it, using Alex’s address from his blue Season pass, and the lady only took $1, after all.

They decided on Night Swim.  After dinner, Tess came over to Alex’s to change into the “boy suit,” topped off by a pair of his gym shorts, and they rode their bikes to the other side of town to Hayden Pool.  They were admitted with no questions asked, other than for the 50¢ copayment.

Alex led the way into the boys’ locker room.  It was a standard locker room, looking identical to the girls’ locker room at Milner Pool, the only real difference being the urinals on the washroom wall and lack of girl stuff boxes.  They’d missed the 6:30pm rush, so it was fairly empty, just a couple of boys and one old man finishing up and leaving for the pool.  Alex chose two empty lockers like Tess had specified — at the end of the row so she could have a good view without turning her head left and right. 

She watched Alex pull off his t-shirt and smiled to herself.  She wanted to reach out and run her finger down his spine, but knew she had to keep playing “Ted.”

They put away their sneakers, towel rolls, and shorts, then it was time for Tess to take the next step.  She pulled off her t-shirt with relative ease, but the moment was not lost on her: she was a girl and going topless.  They set their combination locks and were on their way.

They sprayed down in the shower then stepped out the shielded door onto the pool deck — Tess’s next big moment: topless in public.  No one gave her a second look.  Some might have thought ‘who is here? someone I know?’  But none were pointing and saying, ‘Hey, there’s a flat-chested girl pretending to be a boy! Call the cops!’

She smiled at Alex, and they went swimming.  With the low sunlight and not knowing anyone, it was just another evening at the pool.

Alex actually recognized several boys from the Little League as those kids came from all over town, but again there was no issue.  They didn’t recognize Tess.

A while later, Tess pulled Alex aside to mention, “This sock is heavy.  It’s soaked through.  I can feel it weighing me down.  I’m glad I have the Speedo on underneath.”

Alex advised, “You’re allowed to grab your ‘balls’ and give it a squeeze to let the water out.  It’ll probably make you look more like a boy!”

Tess did, and they both had a good laugh at it.

She made two trips into the locker room.  Once to use the washroom, definitely needing a closed stall with all her equipment, the other time to check out changing action when some cute boys were leaving early.  She went to her locker and pretended to put something in her mouth, like it was time for her prescription meds.

When she came back, she found Alex in the water, hanging onto both gutters in the shallow corner.  She dropped into the pool and saw an odd look on Alex’s face.  “I know I just asked you about liking me,” she said in close proximity, “and here I am checking out boys.”

“But I know that’s why we’re here.  It’s kind of fun, all this sneaking around.  It’s the kind of thing we’d do!  And only I know my girlfriend is half-naked in front of everybody!” he whispered back to her.  “But it’s not like I can pretend to be a girl and do this the other way around.”

“I suppose you want me to let you see Suzie naked, now,” she sighed.

“Just tell me what she looks like.”

Tess considered.  “Her tits aren’t that big, yet, you know that, but her nipples are really round, like big.  They’re… really light pink.  Lighter than her lips.  She has a cute red fuzzball at the top of her pussy, same color as her hair, but it’s starting to come in thicker.  You’ve seen her butt, her suit doesn’t hide it.”

“I will… think about that sometime when I’m alone!” Alex said and dunked himself under.

When he surfaced again, Tess got close.  “I dare you to kiss me,” she said in his ear.

Alex backed off.  “Are you crazy?”

“Chicken?” she teased.

“You’ll blow our cover,” he whispered back.

Tess did a quick breaststroke and made to plant a kiss on his cheek.  Alex reacted and gave her a big shove, knocking her onto her back, and then she submerged.

A guy sitting on the edge, who looked about fifteen or sixteen, asked Alex, “That kid just try to kiss you?”

Alex realized his fear of getting caught, but was on his game.  “Oh, he’s just kidding me about this girl I like.”

“Is he a fag?” the guy asked.

This was worse; Alex hadn’t thought about anything going this way.  “No, he’s okay.”  Alex almost followed that with ‘he’s just a little weird,’ but was glad he didn’t.  Tess had resurfaced at that point and the distraction stopped him.  He had to end the conversation with this guy, though, and he spoke loud enough for Tess to hear.  “He just has to figure out that girls aren’t yucky, anymore, if he ever wants to get a girlfriend.”

Tess caught on and flipped Alex off.

Alex stroked away from the side, heading toward the ladder by the diving boards.  When Tess caught up to him, he told her, “Watch that.  They’ll try to get you.”

“What are they gonna do?” she challenged.

“Pants you in the locker room, probably,” he warned.  “Then throw you into the showers or back out the exit onto the pool deck.  Then… you know… they’ll figure you out.”

She gave him her worried eyes. 

He held her arm under the water.  “I won’t let that happen.”

Tess looked in his brown eyes and knew that he wouldn’t.  He might start a fight even with the older boy, and wind up getting his lights knocked out, but he wouldn’t let anyone touch her.  She nodded and took the warning, then watched Alex climb out of the water and perform a not-too-bad dive off the low board.

About a quarter to nine, people started disappearing, heading into the lockers to change and head out into the night.  Tess knew this was the moment she’d been imagining.  They made their way inside.  Five of six shower heads were taken by boys warming up or rinsing off chlorine.  Three still wore their suits, two were naked.  Alex became a third naked boy, rolling his suit and squeezing it.  Tess’s eyes belied that this was what she’d wanted to see.  She realized then that it would be better if she knew who all the boys were, but they were still fun to look at.

Just before they got to their lockers, Alex advised, “Take your time.  Dry down with the towel, or go change in the washroom and come back, otherwise, just dry your suit best you can.  Dress slowly.  Sit on the bench and work on a knot in your shoelace — something that takes time and makes sense.”  She did that and must’ve dried her hair three times.

Their locker row was full.  Had to be twenty to thirty boys there in stages of undress, each one naked at some point, except a couple who were staying in their suits like she was.  Mostly teenagers and kids their age, a few adults.  Some turned away showing her their butts, some pointed her way showing her their cocks, some in profile showing how far their cocks stuck out.  Hairy, hairless, small, big, bigger, tiny.  She didn’t want to stare, but how could she not?

There were two boys whose dicks looked like elephant trunks; Tess didn’t want to point them out to Alex, but she’d have to ask him about that, later.  One boy had a boner, and his two friends teased him about it, but the boy just took it and laughed back.  He actually hung his towel on it!  The secret life of boys…

That one guy was not in their row of lockers, but Alex kept a watch to the side of the next row, just in case.

Alex had recognized the Turczyn brothers from their school were there, a couple of 8th Graders, twins, but they didn’t recognize him.  They were 8th Graders — 6th and 7th Graders were beneath them.  Tess knew who they were, and now she’d seen the Turczyn brothers naked.

She looked back at her Alex, standing naked next to her, drying slowly.  He had a good amount of hair above his dick, but none on his balls.  She glanced sideways at the row of boys, judging, again.  Alex had more hair than a lot of the boys, but wasn’t hairy like some of the high schoolers.  She decided she really liked Alex’s dick.

At some point, everyone got to be in a stage of ‘dress,’ and the locker room was emptying.  Alex was dressed.  He’d taken longer doing so than he’d ever done before.  He’d put on his dry underwear and wrapped his suit in his towel, they rolled their towels, and were wasting time so Tess would get everything she came for.  They picked up their passes at the cage, unlocked their bikes, and rode out of the fences away from the pool.

“That felt really cool!” Tess said when they finally were a good distance away on their bikes.

“You’re gonna get off on that for a long time, right?” Alex laughed at her.

“I mean,” she searched, “other than seeing all those naked guys, it was…  Like girls aren’t allowed to take our shirts off in public, so… it was… like free…”  Then she fell into making fun of the hippies that still roamed the neighborhood, “It was like freedom, man!  Like ultimate freedom, man!”

“Like skinny-dipping,” he tried to equate.

“Yeah, but more than that.  Skinny-dipping in the river, I’ve never done it with boys there.  Not even with you.”  She had to stop the bike and make her point.  “This was in front of everybody and daring them to say anything.”

Alex skidded and turned in front of her.  “But you were in disguise.  Nobody knew you.  There were those 8th Graders, but I don’t think they even noticed.”  There was that one guy, but even though he thought she was gay, at least he thought the boy “Ted” was gay, not a girl.  Alex tried to get them riding, again.  “If there were nude beaches here, you could just be you.  I know they got them in Europe, but I don’t think there’s any here.”

“It’d be nice.  It’s been, like, three years since I went to the river with my sister and her girlfriends,” Tess noted.

“My dad says he’s going to get us a pool for the backyard,” Alex said, trying to look at Tess and navigate at the same time.

“He’s said that before…”

“But I think he feels guilty enough to actually do it, now.  If he does, then we could swim naked right in my yard.”

“Then…” she swerved her bike closer to him, “you could invite Suzie over and see her naked, right?”

“I… suppose… that could happen,” Alex told the sky.  “If she would do it.”

“Well, if she does, I’ll let you,” Tess conceded.  “Especially after this whole thing, so…”

They continued to ride, getting a little anxious to get home.  The whole event had made them both extremely horny.

When they got to Alex’s house, they dropped their bikes in the yard.  They weren’t sure who would be home, and found Alex’s brother in the kitchen getting a bag of Doritos as they entered.  He had a couple of friends over, so he told Alex, “Hey, you and your little girlfriend better stay out of here.  Don’t bother us.  Keep to yourselves and keep it quiet.”  They happily retreated to Alex’s bedroom and closed the door.  Tess popped back out and used the kitchen phone to call home and let her mom know she was back from Night Swim and would be at Alex’s for a while.  Things were cool.  While Tess turned on the radio, releasing Blondie’s “Heart of Glass,” Alex shoved a wedge under the door to make sure his brother didn’t bust in on them.

No sooner was the door shut again than their t-shirts were off and Tess was working on her shoes.  “I have to get this gizmo off of me!”

“Should have changed in the washroom there,” Alex said, prying off his shoes.  “And wrapped the whole thing in your towel.  The bike ride would have been more comfortable.”

“I was still nervous I’d get found out, after that one guy,” she said, kicking down her loaned gym shorts.  “Help me with this thing.”  Alex played out his towel on the floor for the wet items.  First, he pulled the old green swim suit off of her, then the Speedo, then the supporter with the wet sock stitched in.  That one hit the towel with a splat.  “Naked girl alert!” she teased.

“Don’t I know it…”  Looking at her pussy never got old.  He picked up her towel from where she dropped it on the bed and took to drying off her midsection for her.  The supporter had left crease marks in her waist, like it used to do to him.

“My legs are what needs it,” she said, taking the towel from him, and rubbing her inner thighs, being rougher than he probably would have been, taking care of the itchiness and clamminess caused by the constant dampness of the suits as she rode home.  When she figured she was done, she tossed the towel on the pile and fell back to the bed, her butt on the edge, her legs open, her pussy available.  “I’m still wet, you know.”

“I can guess where.”  He got to his knees and set himself in front of her.

“All those cocks today…  But yours is the only one I want to see, now.”  She started rubbing her pussy as he took the hint and stood up.  He pulled off his shorts and underwear in one swift move.  She took ahold of his half-hard cock.  “It’s actually a little cold!  Gotta warm him up.”  She wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked him in.  Alex was a little over five inches when hard, and she found she could take the first two, maybe three.

They’d come a ways since their first time together a few weeks ago.  A blow job was no longer a ‘suck my dick!’ insult.  Tess was having fun trying to make it work, and Alex was never going to tell her she was doing it wrong.  First off, he had no frame of reference and, as he’d learn later on, there is no such thing as a bad blow job.  The only funny-negative he’d said that first time was ‘Need more practice,’ but she knew!

Alex could let her suck him for as long she would do it, but, “I want to try again.  I want to see how wet you are.”

Tess pulled off of him with a pop.  “I’ll let you…”

He dropped to his knees again and hesitatingly buried his face in her open pussy.  He’d finally gotten the nerve to try licking her the same day she’d done it to him, but he feared he wasn’t as good as she was getting.  He still tended to focus on her hole, stabbing into it with his tongue like he would his finger, like he might with his cock.  He was better at reading her when he could see her face and hear her, and feel her breathing and her heartbeat when he used his fingers, but he hoped she wouldn’t stop him and tell him ‘You’re doing it wrong!’

“Come back up,” she moaned to him.

He stopped and pulled himself away, though he still stroked her labia.  He wiped his mouth and moved up to kiss her.

“I meant to move up to my clit more, but since you’re here…”  She kissed her boyfriend.  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto her tight and kept kissing him.  She could feel his cock on her pussy; he was pressing, but not rubbing.  She decided to push their boundary.  “Do you want to fuck?”

Alex pulled his head away with a smack from her lips.  “That’s… that’s a big step, don’t you think?”  He swallowed.  “We haven’t…  I mean…  You could…”

“You were willing the other day…”

“And I didn’t do so good, did I?”

“We could just try it.  I really want to feel what it’s like.”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Tess rolled her eyes in frustration.  “But you’re a boy.  Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to want to fuck me?  And I’m supposed to be all, ‘Oh, no, I can’t do that!’”

Alex felt slapped inside.  “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m sorry,” she immediately told him, knowing what she’d said and how she’d said it.  “I didn’t mean it like that.  I just saw the funny in it and…”  She tried to kiss him but he pulled back.  “Alex.  Alex, I really am sorry.  I’d never make fun of you.  Well, not here, anyway.”

She just didn’t get it, Alex told himself.  He started to release her altogether.

“Alex.  I’m sorry.  I’m really sorry.  I don’t know when to shut up, I guess.”  She sat up to maintain eye contact now that he’d slumped back on his knees, again.  “I think I’m just… after swimming and the locker room… I’m just so horny.”  She looked him dead in the eye.  “I’ve got an itch.”

Alex gave in and relaxed as he still wanted to do stuff.  He just didn’t want her to make fun of him if he did it wrong.  She only had as much experience as he did.  And if they started fucking, that was just so dangerous.  “You want to do the ‘thing’?”

Her eyes lit up.  “Yeah!”

Before he got onto the bed, he shut off the ceiling light and turned on his reading lamp, but he put his shirt over it to dim that down, too.  He adjusted the volume of the radio to blend with whatever noise they made, but not so loud his brother would come pounding on his door.

Alex moved onto the bed and lay down center.  Tess straddled him, holding above him on her hands and knees, and centered herself so her pussy was on top of his rock-hard cock.  She ran a hand through herself, opening up her flower, making sure her labia were wrapped along his shaft.  She slunk down so she was laying on top of him, chest-to-chest.

She kissed him.  He closed his eyes and kissed her back, running his fingers into her short brown hair which had dried kind of shaggy.  They kissed again, and kept kissing.

She whispered in his ear, “This is actually my favorite part.  When you kiss me.  Any time you kiss me.  I love… the closeness.”

“Yeah.”

She started sliding her pussy along his cock.  Forward, first, until the tip of his cock was almost at her entrance, then back, slowly, until his tip poked her clitoral hood.  She pressed and rubbed harder there until her clit was revealed, and still brought a hand down to fix it and make sure it was positioned right.  “That’s it,” she hissed.  Then she began a slow, languid back-and-forth, making sure she caught her clit on his head each time and slid further.  “Oooh, yeah.”

Alex couldn’t hold her tightly as she was moving too much, rising up now, so he slid his hands down to her butt.  He didn’t try to control the speed — that was up to her — but he liked her taking his hands along for the ride.  There was a commercial for the StarBeat Dictaphone for a bunch of clubs that didn’t mean anything to them, yet, and then his song came on: Cheap Trick’s “I Want You to Want Me.”  His hands began to tap the beat onto her rear as he started singing along quietly as if he were a guitar.

She lowered herself, again, chest-to-chest and made a request, “You have a good voice.  Sing to me.”  He was a little embarrassed for her noticing his singing, but proud at the same time.  There was no way he’d tell her ‘no.’  He sang along with Robin Zander, but quietly, right in her ear, now caressing her back as she caressed his cock with her pussy lips.

“I want you to want me,” he sang.

“I want you,” she breathed.

“I need you to need me,” he sang.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“I’d love you to love me,” he continued.

“I love you,” she told him.

He stopped singing and just looked at her.  That was a bigger step than maybe fucking.  It was darkish in the room, but he could still see her plainly, her eyes looking into his eyes.  Did she know she’d said it, or was she just scamming, saying the words back to him that he’d sang?

She didn’t stop rocking, that continued whether they spoke or not.  He did pick the lyrics back up, singing again softly, and there was another “love” line in there, making them both think about what she’d said, again, and his lack of response. 

When the song got to its bridge, she tried to match the intensity with a more frequent stroke.  On several upstrokes, she’d caught the edge of her hole on his cock head, but had pulled further and slipped back into her rhythm.  On this last one, she didn’t fix it; on her downstroke, she let his cock slip inside her.  She’d captured his cock head and had started to fuck him.

He realized it.  Should he fix it for them, or…?  She’d found different positions during her rocking, but now she pushed herself further upright, not letting him go.  She pushed herself further down onto him.  There was no resistance, just the tightness.  She’d mentioned she had played with a toy, and was quite rough with her sports, and he’d had his fingers deep inside her, so whatever either of them knew of a hymen really didn’t matter.  It wasn’t there.

But something of Alex’s size hadn’t been inside her before.  Nothing was going to stop her, though.  She took a few measures of the song to get used to the stretching, and then lifted a little, and pushed him further in.  She did this twice more, and then…

“You’re inside me,” she squeaked.  “You’re all the way inside me.  I can feel your hair on my clit… your balls on…”   She rose and sunk down again.  “Your whole cock inside my pussy…”

Alex couldn’t speak.  His mouth was open, but he couldn’t say anything.  It was incredible.  Better than when she put it in her mouth.  Damn, it was tight.  She rose and slammed down on him.  It was all the way in.  He ran his hands up her flat chest, swirling about her nipples.  He tried to look in her eyes, but she was nearly vertical on him, and her eyes were closed.

“You’re fucking me,” she moaned, louder than she thought.

He moved his hands around to her back and pulled her down to him.  They were face-to-face again.  “You’re fucking me…” he corrected.  Then, with this angle, he pulled his cock from her and thrust back inside.  That was good!  He did it again.  “Now I’m fucking you…”

Tess wasn’t going to let that stand.  She rocked and met his thrusts.  His rhythm was broken, and they took two thrusts to get it back.  She started trembling and then she got very wet.

“Ohhhh…  Fuck me,” she moaned in his ear.

And that did it.  He was going to shoot.  He could feel it churning in his balls, inside wherever, and it was going to blast out inside her pussy.  “Oh… this is… the best… thing… ever!”  He thrust into her once more, she was shaking, twice more, she was still shaking, and then…

He couldn’t do it.  No.  He had to pull out.  Would he do it in time?  He wrapped his arms tight around her ribs and screamed.  He pulled his cock out just as Tess rocked back into him.  He was out, but he shot his load all over her ass.  Again.

They both rode out their orgasms as the song switched to David Naughton’s “Makin’ It.”  If they were listening, they might have laughed, but they were too inside themselves.  Tess did not roll off of him; he didn’t let go of her.  When they relaxed and could breathe, she found his eyes.  “Why did you stop?  Why did you pull out of me?”

“I…” he began.  They’d done it.  They’d lost their virginities.  Together.  They had fucked.  But he couldn’t actually cum in her.  She had to know why.  “I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“You won’t get me pregnant,” she said simply.

“Yeah, I can cum,” he said, sure of himself.  “If I cum in you, that’s sperm.  I’ll get you pregnant.”

“I haven’t started my period, yet,” she said.  Didn’t he know?  “I can’t get pregnant until after my period.”

“So…” he was confused.  “What if I came in you and you have your period tomorrow?  Then you’ll be pregnant… because the stuff…”  Wasn’t that right?  “I have to steal some rubbers or something.”

“No.”  She lifted above him, but stayed on him.  “The way things look,” she indicated her flat chest, “I probably won’t start my period until Christmas.”

He tried to wrap his head around that.  They showed them the “girl stuff” in sex ed back in 5th Grade, but it didn’t make a lot of sense to him about menstruation, he just knew what he had to know: sperm in a girl makes a baby.  That was why he was so relieved he didn’t cum in her that last time, too.

“I’m not gonna get pregnant,” she assured him, “so we can fuck now.”

He exhaled, relief and embarrassment both playing on his face.  “Okay.”

“But, next time.”  She rolled off of him, carefully.  “I should get home, now.  It’s like 10:30.”

He helped her climb over him and they both stood up.  “You want the cum shirt?  Sorry…”

“Yeah, you came all over my ass, again…”

They both burst out laughing.

“I mean look at you: big and blonde and strong and cute… and I used to think smart… and you cum all over my ass… twice now!”

They laughed harder as he tried to wipe her clean with his shirt.  He would have used her towel as that was available, but her mom would wind up washing that.  Karin had taught him to do his own laundry.  Tess took the shirt from him and finished the job.

They got dressed to Suzi Quatro’s “Stumblin’ In,” Alex finding a clean shirt, and Tess locating where she’d hidden her original shorts and panties.  He reminded Tess to bring back her blue tank suit that she didn’t wear, too; she rolled it up in her damp towel, which might make it seem like it had been worn.

Alex arranged his room while Tess used the washroom, then all set, they headed back out.  He was determined that, yes, he would walk her home. 

They were heading to the back door when they found his brother and his friends in the kitchen, laughing about a beer they’d put in the freezer having burst and frozen.  Just had to get past them…

As they neared the porch door, his brother teased, “Taking your little girlfriend home?”

Alex replied under his breath, “Shut up…” and then his head flew into the door archway.  His cheek smacked right into the hard wood, and his ear caught on the edge.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, you little asshole.  Get out of here.”

Alex pulled his face off the archway, knowing he had a welt, at least, and a bruise would soon follow, maybe a black eye.  His cheek felt broken, if he could tell anything by it.  But he could see, so his eye was okay.  His ear felt wet, though.  Tess was shocked by the action and was about to tell his brother off, but Alex stopped her, grabbed her arm.  “Don’t,” was all he told her.  It would just be worse if she got involved.

Outside, she offered him her towel for his ear, but he waved it off.  He didn’t want to get blood on her mother’s towel.  He picked up his own shirt at the shoulder and held it pressed to his ear as they went down the back stairs.

Tess tugged at his arm, leading him toward the front; she’d get her bike tomorrow.  They walked the half-block to the cross street, and the two houses off the corner to her place, holding hands tightly the entire way.  They didn’t say anything.

When they got to her porch, she put her hand to his face, caressed his cheek, but afraid to touch the welt.  She looked distressed, sorrowful.  After their fun day of adventure, and everything in his bedroom that night, this was how the day was ending.

He took her hand away and he kissed her, full and long.  He didn’t care who saw.  The neighbors, her mother, her sister.  Anybody.  Everybody.

When they broke, her eyes were still closed.  He told her, “I do love you.” 

He started down the stairs, and she floated through her door.

And that’s how the day ended.

The End

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