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The Eye of the Storm
Ch 02 – The Eye of the Storm
Bates Residence, 3:29 PM, Saturday
I hit the Talk button. "Hi, Cathy."
"JoJo, are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you all day!"
"Yeah, I took L.L. to choir and running practice, so we’ve been gone half the day. "
"So, how is our resident big buff Amazon?"
Interesting..."our" Amazon? Maybe she meant it as in "our neighborhood"? Also, the way she said it...it
sounded like Cathy was friends with L.L., too, or at least better than "old JoJo" was, which wasn’t
saying much, but still....I decided to let her in on some of changes in my familial status.
"Well, still big and buff–and fast, too. Actually... she and I had a talk about things; I’m" - actually a
man in your best friend’s body - "...just in a funny mood, I guess, and...I think we’re going to be good
friends now."
"Really? That’s great! Did you finally come out of the closet with her?"
"Uh...what?!?" Did she just say what I think she said? I hope not, because I love my sister, but I
don’t..."love" my sister, eww! -
"Ha-ha, you know what I mean. You can’t keep blaming her for getting the body you never had, though
maybe you can convince her that sharing more than glances at it could be...okay, that even unsettled me
a little. Besides, speaking of glances, your body’s very nice as it is...", she
finished in a sultry whisper that had me blushing, a LOT.
Now, from my "old" perspective, I best remembered Cathy as a neighborhood friend whom I stupidly pissed
off in a dumb stunt that I regretted almost immediately after I did it. Unfortunately, "almost" was
about two minutes too late, and busting up that much trust was too much for her, for us; we never talked
again from that day, from that hour, even, and that was almost ten years ago. Obviously, I hadn’t done
her...er, I mean treated her so badly, as a girl. But...gay? I never saw that coming. Funny that as a
girl I’m still hanging out with the same girls I did as a boy. Funny that I remember the girls I hung out
with as a nine-year-old boy, better than I do the boys...
"Are you blushing yet? Because if you’re not, I could talk about at your body all
day..."
Never one to let sleeping entendres lie, I decided to see just how much trouble I could get myself into.
"Well, back massages are just good courtesy, nothing to write home about there."
"Unless you’re not using your arms..."
I grinned; I liked the way this girl thinks, even if we would have stayed "just friends" it would have
been fun. "What, you mean like, shiatsu? Hey if you want someone to walk all over you, I’m sure L.L.
would be more than happy..."
"How about I give you a front massage instead? I promise I won’t use my feet or hands."
"Oh, how could you stand doing that?"
"I’d be more than happy to...dive, in and show you. We could see how ticklish you are when I don’t use
fingers..."
"Not even Magic Fingers®?"
"Oh, really? < if you’re offering, I’m taking you up on it.>"
Holy Moley, How does she DO that with her voice? If I weren’t interested in girls, I think that voice
could convince me. I think I’m about to have an eargasm...» "...no."
""
"Uh, what?"
" ...or did
you want L.L to put that top on first?"
"Huh?" That was just too specific, so I started looking around. L.L. was bracing the top for me, and
securing it on her side, while I was working on the rear lock on my side. I looked out the side
window...and saw her, Cathy. She closed up her cell phone and slipped it in her jeans pocket, as she
sauntered up the driveway.
L.L. finished securing the hard top, and waved at Cathy. "Oh, hi, Cathy, what a coincidence! Say, do you know if Amy can come over?" She went back to her duffle bag, grabbed it and started going in. "I’m going to go shower now, so...yeah" She looked from me, to Cathy and back, and smiled softly, as she turned away. I blushed and looked down at Cathy’s feet, then looked up at her as she came up to hug me.
Cathy’s a white girl, but tanned to where she’s close to my shade. She’s 5’5" and slim but shapely, with
blonde hair hanging down straight and halfway down her back, and a slim braid of hair circling her head
like a halo. Her makeup was very light, although she did have on some bright coral pink lipstick on, that
balanced well with the pink of her tongue.... Her pale green eyes were nicely set off by her
tortoise-shell sunglasses, coyly perched halfway down her nose. She had on a scarlet-with-black-trim
bolero jacket, hanging open and so almost hiding some perky B-cups, over a thick white T-shirt, and a
pair of light blue low-rise jeans, which helped accentuate that "slim" did not equal "boy". She had a
rectangular matte black clutch purse hanging off of her left shoulder–one that looked suspiciously like
my blue one– and it matched both her belt and two-inch heels. « Ooh, she cleans up nice; even though I’m
more of a red-head fan, I could make an exception,» I thought. « Interesting, that sounded very manly; a
nice counter-balance to all of that attention to outfits I have been showing. Oh well, it must be a girl
thing.» Quickly, I reached back and finished locking the car’s top back in place, noticing how the rich
green of the car’s paint job went nice with Cathy’s top, kind of like Christmas come early.
Speaking of coming early, I must have made too tempting a target while turned around, because just as I
finished with the lock lever, I felt Cathy’s hand goose me. I gave a little yelp and quickly turned back
around, a look of mock disapproval on my face. Before I could say anything, though, Cathy was already
making her defense, with a ridiculously straight face.
"You should know better than to set that cute butt right in front of me, especially with L.L. safely
inside," Cathy said. She straightened up from her fencer’s pose that she’d used to reach me from what
should have been a "safe" distance, then stepped forward and held her arms out wide for a hug, a cheesy
grin on her face. I leaned in towards her, and she slid her cheek up to mine, giving me a surprisingly
normal hug. She gave me a couple of quick squeezes in the middle of it, but otherwise unremarkable. I
relaxed a little bit that I hadn’t noticed I needed to, as I hugged her back; inhaling her scent, which
was just as complicated as she was. It was unusual, spicy, like sandalwood and orchid, and it blended in
with her natural body scent perfectly.
I’d expected a kiss, maybe even a little tongue, but– Eep! While hugging me, Cathy reached down and
grabbed my butt again! She laughed a nice, normal-sounding laugh, as if she hadn’t just grabbed a handful
of my butt – twice – in the past minute. "How’s my best friend in the whole wide world?" She leaned back,
hands on my shoulders, then zipped back in to give me a quick peck on the lips, before standing foreheads
together and putting her hands on my hips.
Okay, so I over-reacted. All that sultry phone talk and butt-grabbing had me feeling seriously confused
with the not-quite-neutral greeting. I guess we were just really good friends, and Cathy just liked being
a little grabby. Well, by a little grabby, I mean a LOT. And by good friends, I mean that it seems I
wasn’t just okay with her grabbing my butt, but I liked, or even encouraged it. I’ve always been a flirt
and a tease, and while I don’t recall so well if Cathy was one before, maybe hanging out with me so much
encouraged her . This unexpected development had me a little flustered. My face went kind of blank,
except for the flush in my cheeks, and my heart raced a little. As Cathy noticed my expression, she gave
me another hug, even saying, "Okay, hands on shoulders this time," as she did. However, with her jacket
hanging open, she noticed during the hug that...I had a little reaction. A pair of little reactions....
She slowly let loose of the hug, and really studied my face. My flush changed into a blush. «Hey, she
grabbed my butt, twice, and those hands on my hips felt ready to do it some more! So...I liked it; I’m
supposed to be gay, right? Or...CRAP! How did I mess that up? » I started blushing deeper. «I’m not gay,
but she is; she just likes to flirt with her best friend. Only, this time her friend’s flirting back,
shoot!»
"JoJo...if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you’re ‘interested’ in me." She then went and flicked one of
my "pop-up thermometers." I felt a shock go straight from my nipple to my pelvis. I think my eyes
crossed, and I gasped, loudly. She looked at me with wary concern, at first, then amusement, and hesitant
shock. I just looked back at those creamy jade eyes...did I mention that I really like green eyes? She
drew her hand back towards her chest, so I gently took her hand, just up from the palm, and barely
brushed my blouse with her knuckles. I could see in her eyes, as she started connecting the dots, and it
was very important for me to know what she was going to do, once she got the picture.
She was considering; I didn’t feel like considering was quite the right response I wanted. I started
breathing heavier, and my heart didn’t so much speed up, as beat louder. I waited, and watched...and she
kept "deciding". I felt a little dizzy, a LOT nervous, and a distinct ball of warmth, deep in my guts. I
wanted to cry, or scream, or curl up in a ball. Most of all, I wanted my friend to hold me, or say
something, or play with my butt some more...or all of it at once. I waited some more, and started to
panic, just a little. I broke eye contact, darting them around, too quick to actually see anything; I
just needed the excuse to do something aside from wait for Cathy to respond. I sagged back against the
side of my car, panting like I’d just finished L.L.’s 15K run. Reaching out, I hooked my right hand
inside the waist band of Cathy’s jeans, crossed my other arm over it at the wrist, and set my forehead on
top of that. I used my free hand to vaguely point at the house, while speaking directly into her crotch.
"Cath...Cath...in." I felt her hand on my back, and tried to lean into it. "Take me in." I’m so romantic
at times...not now, but surely, I am at times.
Bates Residence, 3:29 PM, Saturday
I hit the Talk button. "Hi, Cathy."
"JoJo, are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you all day!"
"Yeah, I took L.L. to choir and running practice, so we’ve been gone half the day. "
"So, how is our resident big buff Amazon?"
Interesting..."our" Amazon? Maybe she meant it as in "our neighborhood"? Also, the way she said it...it
sounded like Cathy was friends with L.L., too, or at least better than "old JoJo" was, which wasn’t
saying much, but still....I decided to let her in on some of changes in my familial status.
"Well, still big and buff–and fast, too. Actually... she and I had a talk about things; I’m" - actually a
man in your best friend’s body - "...just in a funny mood, I guess, and...I think we’re going to be good
friends now."
"Really? That’s great! Did you finally come out of the closet with her?"
"Uh...what?!?" Did she just say what I think she said? I hope not, because I love my sister, but I
don’t..."love" my sister, eww! -
"Ha-ha, you know what I mean. You can’t keep blaming her for getting the body you never had, though
maybe you can convince her that sharing more than glances at it could be...okay, that even unsettled me
a little. Besides, speaking of glances, your body’s very nice as it is...", she
finished in a sultry whisper that had me blushing, a LOT.
Now, from my "old" perspective, I best remembered Cathy as a neighborhood friend whom I stupidly pissed
off in a dumb stunt that I regretted almost immediately after I did it. Unfortunately, "almost" was
about two minutes too late, and busting up that much trust was too much for her, for us; we never talked
again from that day, from that hour, even, and that was almost ten years ago. Obviously, I hadn’t done
her...er, I mean treated her so badly, as a girl. But...gay? I never saw that coming. Funny that as a
girl I’m still hanging out with the same girls I did as a boy. Funny that I remember the girls I hung out
with as a nine-year-old boy, better than I do the boys...
"Are you blushing yet? Because if you’re not, I could talk about at your body all
day..."
Never one to let sleeping entendres lie, I decided to see just how much trouble I could get myself into.
"Well, back massages are just good courtesy, nothing to write home about there."
"Unless you’re not using your arms..."
I grinned; I liked the way this girl thinks, even if we would have stayed "just friends" it would have
been fun. "What, you mean like, shiatsu? Hey if you want someone to walk all over you, I’m sure L.L.
would be more than happy..."
"How about I give you a front massage instead? I promise I won’t use my feet or hands."
"Oh, how could you stand doing that?"
"I’d be more than happy to...dive, in and show you. We could see how ticklish you are when I don’t use
fingers..."
"Not even Magic Fingers®?"
"Oh, really? < if you’re offering, I’m taking you up on it.>"
Holy Moley, How does she DO that with her voice? If I weren’t interested in girls, I think that voice
could convince me. I think I’m about to have an eargasm...» "...no."
""
"Uh, what?"
" ...or did
you want L.L to put that top on first?"
"Huh?" That was just too specific, so I started looking around. L.L. was bracing the top for me, and
securing it on her side, while I was working on the rear lock on my side. I looked out the side
window...and saw her, Cathy. She closed up her cell phone and slipped it in her jeans pocket, as she
sauntered up the driveway.
L.L. finished securing the hard top, and waved at Cathy. "Oh, hi, Cathy, what a coincidence! Say, do you know if Amy can come over?" She went back to her duffle bag, grabbed it and started going in. "I’m going to go shower now, so...yeah" She looked from me, to Cathy and back, and smiled softly, as she turned away. I blushed and looked down at Cathy’s feet, then looked up at her as she came up to hug me.
Cathy’s a white girl, but tanned to where she’s close to my shade. She’s 5’5" and slim but shapely, with
blonde hair hanging down straight and halfway down her back, and a slim braid of hair circling her head
like a halo. Her makeup was very light, although she did have on some bright coral pink lipstick on, that
balanced well with the pink of her tongue.... Her pale green eyes were nicely set off by her
tortoise-shell sunglasses, coyly perched halfway down her nose. She had on a scarlet-with-black-trim
bolero jacket, hanging open and so almost hiding some perky B-cups, over a thick white T-shirt, and a
pair of light blue low-rise jeans, which helped accentuate that "slim" did not equal "boy". She had a
rectangular matte black clutch purse hanging off of her left shoulder–one that looked suspiciously like
my blue one– and it matched both her belt and two-inch heels. « Ooh, she cleans up nice; even though I’m
more of a red-head fan, I could make an exception,» I thought. « Interesting, that sounded very manly; a
nice counter-balance to all of that attention to outfits I have been showing. Oh well, it must be a girl
thing.» Quickly, I reached back and finished locking the car’s top back in place, noticing how the rich
green of the car’s paint job went nice with Cathy’s top, kind of like Christmas come early.
Speaking of coming early, I must have made too tempting a target while turned around, because just as I
finished with the lock lever, I felt Cathy’s hand goose me. I gave a little yelp and quickly turned back
around, a look of mock disapproval on my face. Before I could say anything, though, Cathy was already
making her defense, with a ridiculously straight face.
"You should know better than to set that cute butt right in front of me, especially with L.L. safely
inside," Cathy said. She straightened up from her fencer’s pose that she’d used to reach me from what
should have been a "safe" distance, then stepped forward and held her arms out wide for a hug, a cheesy
grin on her face. I leaned in towards her, and she slid her cheek up to mine, giving me a surprisingly
normal hug. She gave me a couple of quick squeezes in the middle of it, but otherwise unremarkable. I
relaxed a little bit that I hadn’t noticed I needed to, as I hugged her back; inhaling her scent, which
was just as complicated as she was. It was unusual, spicy, like sandalwood and orchid, and it blended in
with her natural body scent perfectly.
I’d expected a kiss, maybe even a little tongue, but– Eep! While hugging me, Cathy reached down and
grabbed my butt again! She laughed a nice, normal-sounding laugh, as if she hadn’t just grabbed a handful
of my butt – twice – in the past minute. "How’s my best friend in the whole wide world?" She leaned back,
hands on my shoulders, then zipped back in to give me a quick peck on the lips, before standing foreheads
together and putting her hands on my hips.
Okay, so I over-reacted. All that sultry phone talk and butt-grabbing had me feeling seriously confused
with the not-quite-neutral greeting. I guess we were just really good friends, and Cathy just liked being
a little grabby. Well, by a little grabby, I mean a LOT. And by good friends, I mean that it seems I
wasn’t just okay with her grabbing my butt, but I liked, or even encouraged it. I’ve always been a flirt
and a tease, and while I don’t recall so well if Cathy was one before, maybe hanging out with me so much
encouraged her . This unexpected development had me a little flustered. My face went kind of blank,
except for the flush in my cheeks, and my heart raced a little. As Cathy noticed my expression, she gave
me another hug, even saying, "Okay, hands on shoulders this time," as she did. However, with her jacket
hanging open, she noticed during the hug that...I had a little reaction. A pair of little reactions....
She slowly let loose of the hug, and really studied my face. My flush changed into a blush. «Hey, she
grabbed my butt, twice, and those hands on my hips felt ready to do it some more! So...I liked it; I’m
supposed to be gay, right? Or...CRAP! How did I mess that up? » I started blushing deeper. «I’m not gay,
but she is; she just likes to flirt with her best friend. Only, this time her friend’s flirting back,
shoot!»
"JoJo...if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you’re ‘interested’ in me." She then went and flicked one of
my "pop-up thermometers." I felt a shock go straight from my nipple to my pelvis. I think my eyes
crossed, and I gasped, loudly. She looked at me with wary concern, at first, then amusement, and hesitant
shock. I just looked back at those creamy jade eyes...did I mention that I really like green eyes? She
drew her hand back towards her chest, so I gently took her hand, just up from the palm, and barely
brushed my blouse with her knuckles. I could see in her eyes, as she started connecting the dots, and it
was very important for me to know what she was going to do, once she got the picture.
She was considering; I didn’t feel like considering was quite the right response I wanted. I started
breathing heavier, and my heart didn’t so much speed up, as beat louder. I waited, and watched...and she
kept "deciding". I felt a little dizzy, a LOT nervous, and a distinct ball of warmth, deep in my guts. I
wanted to cry, or scream, or curl up in a ball. Most of all, I wanted my friend to hold me, or say
something, or play with my butt some more...or all of it at once. I waited some more, and started to
panic, just a little. I broke eye contact, darting them around, too quick to actually see anything; I
just needed the excuse to do something aside from wait for Cathy to respond. I sagged back against the
side of my car, panting like I’d just finished L.L.’s 15K run. Reaching out, I hooked my right hand
inside the waist band of Cathy’s jeans, crossed my other arm over it at the wrist, and set my forehead on
top of that. I used my free hand to vaguely point at the house, while speaking directly into her crotch.
"Cath...Cath...in." I felt her hand on my back, and tried to lean into it. "Take me in." I’m so romantic
at times...not now, but surely, I am at times.