Tina's Story Chapter 98 - The past, The Future
Tina's Story Chapter 98 - The Past, The Future
Tina and K.C. were having a late lunch at the Chili's near the DMV. After the foood came, they continue their conversation.
"Tina, I don't know a lot about you before you came to the DMV."
"Not much to tell." Tina replied "My mother was very strict. I went to an all girl Catholic school. That's pretty much it."
"So, they locked you away when you weren't at school?" she teased.
"No, not completely; I had this friend....." her voice trailed away. "There was this...boy, a Golden Retriever hybrid. There weren't many hybrids then. He was in our neighborhood, from when I was very little. The first I remember him was this picnic. There were several 'mixed' families there. My Mom took me into the woods to tinkle. I had this pink swimsuit, with lots of ruffles and bows. Momma pulled my shorts and my swimsuit down and I was there, squatting, and I saw him watching me...."
"Rude little devil" K.C. clucked.
Tina smiled.
"Even then, it was kinda...exciting to know I was being watched."
"So, what happened?" K.C. inquired.
"We were neighborhood friends. We'd ride bikes, go sledding, you know, kid stuff. He had this tree house. His father built it with him. It was really nice d well made. In the summer, our parents would let us sleep up there. One night, before we went to sleep, he took out this book. I guess it was something he'd gotten from his parent's bedroom. It showed pictures of men and women...doing 'things'. He got his flashlight, and we went through the whole book, beginning to end."
"What happened next?" K.C. asked, a gleam in her eye.
"Well, as we looked at the book, I noticed something. He was just wearing these little shorts. It was summer, and really hot, you know? I saw this....'thing'. Something was poking up in his little shorts. I'm just this stupid naïve kid, so I ask him. He gets really embarrassed, all defensive. But I'm really curious now, 'cause nothing like that ever happened to me! He gets all serious like. He makes me promise him two things; First, that I'll never tell ANYBODY. Then that if he shows it to me, I've got to show mine. I agreed, 'cause at that point, I needed to know. So, he stands up (you could, 'cause the ceiling was tall enough) and slowly pulls his shorts down. His...penis (though I didn't know what it was) was out. It was all pink and moist. I had never seen anything so interesting. I went to touch it, and he yells, and pulls away. I tell him SHHH! They'll hear us. He says I can touch it, but only if he can touch mine. I say 'Sure!' So I touch it. It starts to grow! I was totally fascinated. I looked at it for at least a half hour, before he, you know, asks to see mine. Now, I'm a little nervous, 'cause now, you know, it's like my turn. So, I stand up. I had this long T shirt on. That was it, except for cotton panties. I think they had cartoon pictures on them or something. So, I pull my underpants down. Now, it's his turn. He smelled it, and touched it, and looked at it, for at least as long as I looked at his....."
"AND?!" K.C. demanded, her Cocker tongue almost touching the table.
Tina sucks on her iced tea.
"And nothing."
"NOTHING?" K.C. stammers, her disappointment apparent.
"We were just KIDS." Tina reminds her friend. "But.....that night, instead of having our blankets on opposite sides of the treehouse, we had one big pile in the middle. We...slept touching all night"
"WHAT was touching?"
"Our hands, arms-dirty mind! But....we were....close. I was awake most of the night. I was close enough to feel 'it' happen again. Then, my girl parts got all funny feeling. I felt like I should be doing something, but I wasn't sure what. I just knew that it was good, and scarey, and that I probably had no business doing anything that fun!"
Both of them laughed.
"Well, what happened next?" K.C. pressed.
"Nothing, really. That night was just that night. We stayed friends of course. For many years. As we got older, bike rides and sleds gave way to listening to music, and going for long walks. There was this field a pasture, that we really liked to walk in. It was just quiet, and pretty, and it smelled really wonderful when the hay was cut. One day, in early fall, we were out walking. We got to the farthest end of the field, when we sat down to rest. We sat down and lay on the grass. That's when it happened."
"WHAT happened?" Demanded K.C.
"He kissed me. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when it happened. And I kissed him back. We kissed and kissed. Lost all track of time. When he was on top of me, kissing, our, er, 'parts' met. He started to rub a little. It felt good, so I rubbed back. I was wearing this soft, frilly blouse, and a woven wrap skirt. As we rubbed, the 'wrap' opened. Soon, he was rubbing directly against my panties. Then....."
K.C. sat there, speechless.
"It happened. He started rubbing harder and faster, which felt REALLY nice, and then he got all tense and funny. I felt something damp seeping through my panties. He's wet right through his pants!"
"Did you?"
Tina blushed.
"Uh huh. Right after he did. I kinda knew what it was, 'cause I'd touched myself before."
"THEN what?"
Tina got sad and quiet.
"I liked at the sky; it was almost dark. We ran all the way home. When I got there, my folks were FURIOUS!. I was sent right to my room. I think our parents talked, 'cause I never saw him again...."
K.C. thought Tina was about to cry, when the phone in Tina's bag buzzed.
"Hello."
"Hi Daddy"
"No! Really? NOW? I'll be right there.....
"What's that?" K.C. asked
"It was Daddy! They're at the hospital- the baby is on the way!" Tina enthused.
"Well, let's go!" K.C. squealed.
When they arrived, Georgette was fast asleep. Stan watched over her in a chair by her side. They had had a hard day. Stan was in the garage, doing a brake job on the Taurus, when Georgette called to him.
"STANLEEEEEEEEY!
"What, Momma?" he asked, absentmindedly.
"ACK!" she winced "It's time!"
The message finally got through. Stan dashed to the house, and grabbed the bag from Georgette.
"Let's go Momma!"
Georgette folded her arms.
"Not until you make yourself decent!"
Stan realized that he had been under the car all morning. He understood that Georgette would not allow herself to be taken to the hospital in that condition. So Georgette sat, doubling over every few minutes, while he showered. Only when he was clean and dressed would she allow him to take her to the car. He walked her to Binky, Tina's red Miata.
"Uh uh. Not in that little tin can!"
"This or nothing!" Stan pointed to the Taurus, still in pieces on the garage floor.
Reluctantly she got in. the old 'American Tourister' hard suitcase wouldn't fit inside the trunk, so Stan tied it shut, and they drove to the hospital.
This was Georgette's first stay at a human hospital. She wasn't at all feeling kindly toward all of the tests, instruments and procedures in the human medical system. The hospital's computer system flagged them as V.I.P.'s , but still Georgette fussed
"Silliness. Damned silliness. I'm birthing a pup! Not like I'm sick or anything...."
"Hush, Georgette" Stan soothed "Complaining won't make it a minute sooner."
So, it began. An enema. Hospital gown. Connecting to all kinds of machines she didn't understand. Anesthesia. Then, the pains came more quickly. Her water finally was broken. Georgette was wheeled to the delivery room..
"Ready Georgette? This way, Mr Rusel..."
"NOW WAIT A DARN MINUTE!" Georgette protested "Birthing is no place for a man!"
Stan leaned over to the nurse
"I think she could use something...just to take the 'edge off......"
The nurse smiled and nodded. When they got to the delivery room, the nurse put a Valium injection into her IV. After that, Georgette got a silly smile.
"Now PUSH!" Stan coaxed.
With one grand effort, a black Poodle hybrid fell into waiting arms. A boy.
"What....?" Georgette struggled.
"A boy!" Stan declared. "Now rest, Mamma. Your work is done. With that, Georgette smiled, as Stan kissed her head. It was a few hours later when Tina and K.C. arrived.
"How is she? Tina asked.
Stan motioned K.C. to come in.
"She's fine. Really tired, though. I don't think it was as easy as she remembered."
"Is it ever?' Tina laughed "If it were, there wouldn't be any second children!'
Georgette opened her eyes slightly.
"Baby?"
Tina kissed her.
"Not anymore. Older sis......"
"What is it?" K.C. asked
"Boy. Black, like his father."
With that, Georgette's eyes closed.
"She's had a really long day...." Stan repeated "Want to meet your little brother?"
Stan walked the girls the short distance to the nursery. There, front and center, in a crib with a blue bow, was a large black Poodle hybrid.
"Timothy Abraham" Stan said proudly.
Tina pressed her nose to the glass, palms flat, gazing at her new baby brother.