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then. I’d lie on my back in the bath tub, turn the water on warm
and let it bounce between my legs. I could do that for hours at a
time if I was left alone.
    Before she brought Drake home with her, I’d
usually spend my time fantasizing about those underwear models.
Afterwards, though...
    And it never struck me as wrong . As
shy and utterly helpless around men, or even boys my own age as I
was, the idea of trying to steal my mom’s boyfriend was just a kind
of a game, I guess. Besides, it was all just fantasy. Nothing ever
happened, and why would it? He had my mom, and she was a thousand
times the woman I ever thought I was. Until one day, when I was
wandering around the house in my too-tight shirt that I had worn
since I was just starting to grow...you know... grow .
    “ You look just like your mom, you
know?” Drake had said. He wasn’t letching or anything, at least
when I was looking anyway. He just looked me in the eyes and paid
me the biggest compliment anyone ever had; that I, the awkward
little Gia, looked like my gorgeous mom.
    That, of course, really got me fueled
up. My fantasies got naughtier and more outlandish, and I started
to throw myself at him. Short shorts, workout sweats that barely
fit over my still-growing tits, the whole nine yards, you know? But
never once did he pay any attention. Every now and then, he’d drop
one of his lines. He’d tell me I looked like my mom, or that I
looked especially good this day or that day. But it was all totally
innocent.
    Just a little game we played.
    Or rather, a game I played that he was
an unwitting participant in. Looking back though, I was sixteen
going on seventeen. Fit, good body – though I’d never admit it at
the time – and cute as a little button. And innocent. Oh God was I
innocent. Hell, sitting there in the living room playing Super
Mario with Kyle, I was still innocent. I can’t even imagine
how much Drake must have enjoyed me throwing myself at him day
after day.
    That’s like every red-blooded guy’s fantasy.
Some nubile young girl, stupid in love with you. Doesn’t hurt if
she’s wearing such tight clothes you can see every line and curve
and...I can’t believe I did that to the poor guy. Still, I’m sure
he didn’t mind too much. I never did catch him trying to cop a
glance, but that doesn’t mean much.
    Kyle stood up, dropped his game controller on
the ground and loudly announced that he was “all tired out” and
wanted to go to bed.
    I was so full of pizza and so sleepy from the
couple of beers I’d grabbed from the fridge – feeling naughty the
whole time of course, but I wasn’t going back to St. Mary’s until
tomorrow, so I wasn’t breaking any rules – while we ate that I had
to agree.
    It was only quarter-to-nine, and usually when
I’m over there sitting, he flat-out refuses to go to bed before
ten, so it was surprising, if welcome. With his teeth brushed, and
his fat little legs decked out in Transformers footie pajamas, he
was packed off to bed and snoring within minutes. I collapsed on
the couch, turned on the TV, and laid down. I hadn’t noticed how
tired I was before my head hit those pillows, but as soon as I sunk
back into the cushions and closed my eyes, I was done for.
     
    *
     
    Dreams for me are like floating. Everything
moves a little slower than it usually does, and feels lighter,
happier and...well...dreamier, if that makes sense. I woke up in a
dream where I was asleep on a couch. Only, it wasn’t this couch.
And, it wasn’t in the house.
    I opened my eyes in my dream and felt a
gentle breeze prickle my skin. I looked down and was shocked to see
that, aside from a really thin little pair of panties, I was
totally naked and my nipples were stiff as pink rocks. Sensitive
pink rocks, I thought, as I turned over, belly-down on the couch
and they brushed the fabric.
    It was in the middle of a meadow. Weird,
right? But hey, it was a dream, so what are you gonna do? I was in
the middle of this