Soon, we were side by side, holding each other, lightly dozing off to sleep. I suppose a few hours must have gone by when I heard a bit of movement in...the room and opened my eyes. It was Sharon standing there, all beautifully naked, next to the bed looking down at us. When she saw my eyes open, she knelt down and slid her hand up under the sheets directly to my cock, just like a heat-seeking missile, right on target. As she gently squeezed my hardening cock, she bent over and kissed me,. Either way, it would be disastrous! And worse,what if it turned out that I liked it? I felt really stupid for notpaying attention to what that guy told me.At 18, I was ready to get my own car, and had saved up enough for thedown payment, but greed, plain and simple, got in the way of my commonsense. As I finally stopped crying and stood up, then looked at mom, Ifinally resigned myself to my fate. There had to be a way for me to getthrough this without looking like a klutz, only I didn't have. He knew this was notright, not normal. He had also seen enough science fiction shows,especially that old series from the fifties to know that he was goingto keep his mouth shut and play along. The people who were suddenlysomeplace else always got in trouble by not playing along.He looked at himself in the mirror. He felt ridiculous and normal. Itwas very disconcerting. The three went to breakfast."Hello Gene, ready for Trigonometry today?" Mrs. Fredricks asked,dressed as Gene always remembered. Did you really mean that? Or did you mean would I have lunchwith you?"Um, with you, I mean with me, uh, you...", she had me so flustered Icouldn't remember how she had asked the question or figure out how tocomplete a sentence. Thankfully, she responded while I was still stammering, "I normally onlygo to lunch with the girls or with real men, but if you think you mightqualify, be at the Wendy's on Royal Lane and the freeway at noon. Wait forme at a table by the front window, don't order.