Cher, the young blonde, rich student, not the singer,
looked around her classroom. She needed two more people
for her party this Friday night. Hmm…there was Eddy
Standridge, she’d known Eddy practically all her life.
Their parents were good friends. But Eddy was so shy
and self-conscious, he was apt to just stand in the
corner and make like a lamp. Eddy was sweet though,
always willing to help Cher with math or science home-
work. Stuff that came easily to him and so hard to her.
She decided to ask him.
Now who else? There was that new girl, Cindy. No
fashion sense at all, but she was smart and always
had something to say. Hey now, maybe Eddy and Cindy
would hit it off. Cher wrote their names at the
bottom of her list and drew a heart around the names.
Tilting her notebook, she showed the list to her
friend Dee, sitting across the aisle. Dee peered at
the list. She gave Cher a little shrug. Cher was
always trying to be the match maker, and Dee had to
admit that sometimes it worked out.
“Cher…Cher?…could you possibly join the rest of
us and hazard a guess as to the answer to this
problem?” Her chemistry teacher was asking, in her
best I-know-you-weren’t-listening-to-me voice.
“Uhhh….,” Cher knew she was in for a lecture as to
her lack of attention in class leading to her subse-
quent low marks, when Eddy’s note book slowly arose
from his desk top, the notebook hidden from the
teacher’s view by Chad Frome’s broad back. Cher
glanced at the notebook and then confidently
announced, “Thirteen point two kilograms.”
“And I’m sure you can tell us how you came to that
answer?” asked her teacher in a suspicious tone.
Cher was saved from explaining how the answer had
winged its way into her brain all on its own, when
the bell ending class, rang. She gave her teacher
an apologetic smile as she practically ran from the
room. Cher waited in the hallway until Eddy came out.
“Thanks Ed, you really saved me. ”
“No problem, I knew what that ‘Uhhhh’ meant.”
They walked down the hall together, Cher’s head barely
coming to his shoulder. “Eddy, I’m having a party on
Friday. Can you please come?”
“Oh Cher, you know I’m just some sort of a big fun
killer at your parties.”
“You are not, especially if you’d loosen up a little.”
She gave him the smile she used when she wanted her
way from a male. It was a sort of half smile, half
pout with a bit of eyelash batting.
Eddie looked at her, and she knew that she’d won. “Oh,
all right,” he said, “what time does it start?”
After the next class, Cher invited Cindy. She said that
she’d be glad to come.
**
At one time Cher and her father had argued mightily
about parties for her friends. Mel used the cool,
logical arguments of a lawyer, while Cher had used
the pouts and flirts and barely withheld tears of a
teenage girl. Finally they came to an agreement. She
could have parties periodically, heck he’d even be
glad to have the parties catered, if she followed
Mel’s rules. The guests were to behave, stay in
certain areas, no one was to smoke … anything, nor
drink anything alcoholic and the party was to end
promptly at eleven p.m.. Cher even had to do the
clean up by noon the next day. Mel’s punishment for
breaking the rules sounded like nuclear retaliation.
She would be lucky to see daylight again.
That made her parties unbearably dull by the standards
of some of her class mates who figured that if you
could actually remember a party, then it must not have
been any good. But there were more than enough
straight, popular students eager for invitations to
make Cher’s events a hot ticket.
Cher figured there were three things that made up a
great party. Good food and music…at least good by
teen standards, and a way to keep everybody interested
and amused without resorting to a bunch of uncool games
and gimmicks. So as everyone entered the rec. room that
Friday night, Cher pinned a playing card to their
chest, while at the same time putting a matching card
into a bowel. Then, when most of the kids were in
attendance she started a dance CD. Every few seconds
she would draw two cards from the bowel and the kids
who were wearing those cards would come to the front
of the room.
If the two turned out to be boys then they would make
a great show of manfully shaking hands. If two girls,
they would hug briefly or do those terribly fake air
kisses to one another’s cheeks. And if the two party
goers made a couple, then to the great amusement of
one and all, they had to kiss in front of everyone and
then return to the floor to dance.
Cher cheated shamelessly in drawing cards from her
bowel. She kept the crowd tittering or in outright
laughter by making unlikely pairings or she’d keep
someone trotting around by returning them to the front
of the room time and again. Finally she paired the
couples who had arrived at the party with one another
and she tried a bit of instant match making by pairing
the singles, especially she paired off Eddy and Cindy.
Who, she was glad to see, hit it off. Every time Cher
looked for her personal lovebirds, they were dancing
or deep in conversation.
The party went on from there. The slow songs became
more frequent. Couples clung to each other on the
dance floor, or made out in the corners. Cher was
thinking of abandoning her hostess duties to play a
little tonsil hockey with a gorgeous hunk from the
school’s soccer team, when she noticed that Eddy and
Cindy had gone missing. An alarm went off in her mind.
She excused herself from the young Adonis and ran to
the window. There was Eddy’s ancient BMW, so they
hadn’t left, at least not in his car. Cher started to
get upset. Everyone knew the rules, if her dad caught
anyone wandering around the house then he’d shut down
the party and Cher wouldn’t have another one for some
time, as in never. She’d just have to search the house.
But first she grabbed Dee from the arm’s of her boy-
friend. “Dee, watch the party, I’ve got to find Eddy
and Cindy.”
Dee, with the sleepy look of someone who has been
heavily kissing and lightly petting for the better
part of an hour, said, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You wanted them together and maybe they are.”
“Oh Dee, just watch things,” said a worried Cher over
her shoulder as she charged out of the room.
Now where would they go? Eddy knew the house. He
wouldn’t dare to go into her father’s room, or her
bedroom. Would he? Cher quietly jogged to her bedroom
door on her tiptoes. The door should have been open,
but it wasn’t. She turned the knob silently and peeked
in. And there they were. Cindy was on her back, laying
on the edge of Cher’s bed, knees bent, her shorts and
panties twisted around one foot as if she were trying
not to take them off altogether.
Eddy, on the other hand, was still fully clothed. He
was kneeling on the floor between Cindy’s legs. The
forefinger of one hand was almost a blur as it moved
back and forth over Cindy’s clit. His other fore finger
looked as if it was rubbing her g-spot. Did Eddy even
know what a g-spot was, wondered Cher, or was Cindy
doing sex-ed tonight?
It certainly sounded as if she was orchestrating
things. “Yeah Eddy, that’s it. Now a little more pres-
sure…lower…lower…oh that’s it…yeah…uuhhhhhh!”
Cindy suddenly arched her back so much that her fore-
head touched the bedspread.
Wow, thought Cher, my orgasms don’t ever look that
great, I wonder if… Suddenly, she snapped back to
the present situation. She whipped her head around,
making sure that her father wasn’t about. As she
turned back to the door, Cher wondered if Eddy was
going to…oops, he was.
It had taken Eddy about five seconds to jerk down his
pants and under shorts. Trying to take a step forward,
Eddy tripped over the clothes around his ankles. Oh
dear thought Cher, I think he might have knocked the
wind out of Cindy.
However, nothing was going to keep Eddy from his goal,
except maybe his own ineptitude. His hips were in high
gear, but the connection critical to his aspiration
hadn’t been made. Cher was beginning to wonder if he’d
even noticed a certain lack of friction, when Cindy
reached down, took things into hand and guided him
home. There was a great gasp from Eddy, as if he’d
just grabbed onto something to hot to handle. Apparent-
ly he had, almost immediately his hips spasmed and
little whines of amazement escaped from his constricted
throat.
Cher turned her eyes away and stepped back from the
door. What was she supposed to do? Charge in? Knock
on her own bedroom door? Embarrass her friends?
Sighing, she thought, oh well, there was always the
ultimate fall back plan. She crossed her fingers,
walked quietly away from the door, and hoped that
everything would turn out OK.
Back at the party, Dee had managed to get the kids not
joined at the lips to form in a couple of ranks, where
they were having a huge time completely screwing up a
country line dance. How in the world did she manage to
do that? thought Cher. This was hardly the boot scoot-
in’ crowd.
About that time Cindy entered the room, still straight-
ening her clothes. A minute later Eddy was back, but
instead of joining Cindy, he ignored her and went to
talk to some buddies in a corner. Cher waited for her
father to charge in like some party killing cruise
missile, but everything stayed quiet on the Mel front.
So Cher made her way over to Cindy. “Oh Cher,” she
said, “this is the coolest party, ever.”
“You having a good time?”
“Just fabulous.”
“How about Eddy? You two seemed to hit it off.”
Cindy peered across the room at Eddy. She said, “Eddy’s
great, in fact I thought we’d be leaving together.”
“Yes, I thought so too,” said Cher, looking over her
shoulder at old lover boy. “Let me have a word with him
before you go.” Cher crossed the room, and when she got
Eddy’s attention she crooked her finger in a follow me
gesture, then she went in the small rec. room kitchen.
“What’s up, Cher?” asked Eddy, as he leaned against a
counter.
“Well for starters,” she answered, as she whacked him
on the right biceps with the knuckles of her right
hand, “what the hell did you think you were you doing
in my bedroom.”
“Ow,” barked Eddy. He covered his biceps with his left
hand. “You saw us?” his voice squeaked. “Look, we just
got caught up in the moment, that’s all.”
“Oh… caught up in the moment…well I can understand
that. But I can’t understand,” she gave her best left
cross to his left biceps, “why you’re having unpro-
tected sex.”
“Damn Cher, I’m healthy, that was my first…..I mean I
know I don’t have anything.” Eddy crossed his arm’s in
front of his chest, trying to protect as large an area
as possible from assault.
“I’ll have to admit she seems like a nice person, but
you never know. And for some reason she seems to like
you.” Cher drew back her arm, looking at Eddy’s lower
torso. “So why aren’t you in there talking to her,
making plans? You too busy bragging to your buds about
what a man you are?”
Eddy crossed his legs and scrunched down, realizing he
was vulnerable from a new quarter. “Oh please Cher, I
didn’t ….uh…kiss and tell. I just didn’t know what
to say to her, afterwards…you know.”
“Well you better think of something before I go back
out there and tell everyone how you took a dump in our
swimming pool, when you were four years old.”
“OK…all right…all right…I’m going…I’m going.
God Cher, chill out.” Eddy crab walked toward the door,
trying not to expose any body parts. Finally he
straightened, not willing to look like a walking
pretzel to his school mates.
Cher looked at Eddy’s back side. She pivoted on her
left foot and swung her right foot in a soccer style
kick. Her right instep slammed solidly into Eddy’s
butt. Eddy looked over his shoulder, “What was that
for?!”
“For messing up my bed,” she said. Before I had a
chance to do it first, she thought.