After Raphael had finished the conversation with Amanda, he lay on his hammock, hands entwined behind his head, gazing into space. Amanda. I have a date. Can't believe it. Sucks the others are gonna be there, too, but maybe I can get some alone time with her. I hope her boyfriend won't be there. Raphael got up, went to Don's lab and said, "Don, can I borrow yer laptop?"
"I'm kind of busy, Raph," Don said. "Can it wait?"
"Then can ya look up something for me?"
"Can't it wait?" Don asked irritably. "I'm trying to fix the washer. Then I have the oven, Mikey's Gameboy, the lights in the lounge, your bike, Leo's..."
"Take two minutes, please. Look up this name, Amanda Petrovic."
"Spell it out to me."
"A-M-A-N-DA P-E-T-R-O-V-IC."
Don's fingers flew over the keyboard. "This who you looking for?" Raphael asked, pointing at a chubby elderly lady.
"No. Try her name and add model, New York."
Don did and whistled as Amanda's image popped up on the screen. "Her?"
"Can ya print it?"
"Wait a minute. Is this the same Amanda Leo told me about? The one you brought home?"
"And what if it is?" Raphael demanded.
"Raph, she's a human and not even a nice human at that. Will only lead to heartache for you."
"Can ya print the fucking photo, Don, or do I have ta tell Leo that ya've been sneakin' out at night without Leo's permission."
"Seeing as you ask so nicely," Don said sarcastically. "I'll print your photo."
"Thanks."
Don printed the photo and handed it to him. "Want a frame, too?" he teased. "She's cute."
"Forget 'bout her, egghead. She's mine," Raphael growled.
"You sure are possessive, Raph, about a girl who'll never love you."
"She will," Raphael said. "Once she gets ta know me and opens up her heart."
"Raph, what about Mona Lisa? You really liked her and at least she's a mutant like us."
"I don't want ta hear her name, Don," Raphael snarled. "Got it?"
"Guess I hit a nerve. Sorry, Raph."
Raphael stormed out of the lab and collided with Leo. "Going somewhere, Raphael?" he asked.
"My room. Got an issue with it?"
"What's that you've got there?" Leo said, snatching the photo. "Not this girl, again," he said in disgust, as he studied the photo.
"What girl?" Mikey said, entering the lounge and going over to Leo. "Ohh. She's pretty, Raphie."
"Give that fucking back," Raphael yelled, trying to get the photo, but Leo held it over his head, out of reach.
"Has Raphie got a girlfriend?" Mikey teased. "Oh, Raphie. Raphie, she's so pretty. Raphie and his girlfriend, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes Raphie with a baby carriage."
Fed up of being teased, Raphael lunged at Mikey, pinning him to the ground. Raphael was about to smack him when there was the sound of a cane hitting the floor. The teenagers looked up to see Splinter with a stern expression on his face. "What's the meaning of this, my sons?" he asked. "Raphael, get off your brother this instant."
Raphael stood up, but before he could speak, Leo said, "Father, Raphael's pining over this girl named Amanda, who he brought home last night." Leo handed the photo to Splinter.
"You said you wouldn't say anythin', fuckin' teacher's pet," Raphael yelled.
"Silence," Splinter said. "Raphael, watch your language. You brought this woman home. May I ask why?"
"She was attacked by two thugs and fainted. After I kicked their asses, uh, butts, I didn't know what else ta do, so I brought her home. Fearless over there didn't like her."
"Can you blame me?" Leo snapped. "She was rude. Raph's being an idiot thinking he has any chance with that girl."
"Well, she apologised," Raphael said. "And invited us ta a party tomorrow night. All of us. It's ta say thanks for helpin' her. Please can I go, Dad?"
"Count me out," Leo said.
"Raphael," Splinter began.
"Dad, it's a costume party," Raphael said. "Please can I go? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. For once I won't have to worry about people callin' me names and I can have some fun like other teenagers."
"Raph just wants to get into her panties," Leo said.
Raphael glared at him and said, "Ain't like that. I just..."
"I think we need to have the talk again, Raphael," Splinter said.
Raphael blushed and shook his head. "No, Dad."
"After we're done here, we will. Just so you don't end up making any mistakes that you're not equipped to deal with at your tender age."
Raphael blushed again and studied the ground. Fuck. I don't need that talk again. First time was bad enough.
"I'll consent only if Leonardo agrees to go with you, Raphael," Splinter said. "Otherwise no."
Raphael cast a pleading look at his immediate big brother. Leo sighed and said, "Fine, but only so you won't make a fool out of yourself."
"Thanks," Raphael said happily.
"Give the photo back to Raphael, Leonardo," Splinter said. "And none of you are to drink alcohol."
"Hai, Sensei," Raphael, Leo and Mikey said.
"I'll keep my brothers in line," Leo said.
Raphael rolled his eyes. "Of course ya will, Lame-nardo. Wouldn't expect less of ya."
"Raphael, to the Dojo," Splinter said. Raphael hung his head and followed his father into the Dojo.
An hour later, an embarrassed Raphael left the Dojo and had just plopped down onto his bed to think about Amanda and get some peace and quiet, when there was a knock at the door. "Raph," Leo called.
"Fuck off, Fearless."
"There's someone here for you in the lounge."
"Yeah?" Raphael asked excitedly, his heart racing. Amanda. Has ta be. She came all this way ta see me. I knew she'd come around.
Raphael placed Amanda's photo under his pillow and went to the lounge, only to freeze in shock. "Ya," he said in amazement.
"Hello, Raphie," Mona Lisa, a nineteen year-old mutant lizard lady, majoring in Physics, said. "Been a long time."
"We'll leave you alone," Leo said. "Come on Mikey. Let's go see how Don's doing."
"Aren't you going to say something, Raphie?" Mona Lisa said. "Maybe ask me to sit down?" She moved closer towards him and Raphael stepped back.
"Not happy to see me, Raphie?" she asked sadly.
"Why are ya here? Why now?" Raphael demanded, his hands on his hips.
"I missed you. Come on, Raphie. Don't be like that."
"No, ya come on," Raphael snapped. "Ya dump me, because I told ya I wasn't ready ta sleep with ya and now ya just show up, hopin' I'll take ya back? Fuck that. We didn't even kiss, ya know and ya wanted the next step already."
"So sue me? I'm a fast girl, but I want to change that, Raphie. I want you. All of you. If you're ready. Let's start over." Mona Lisa stepped closer to him and gazed into Raphael's golden eyes. "You're amazing, Raphie. Let me love you. I know you're ready. You aren't you? I want to be with you, Raphie. I was dumb and I know I messed up. Let me make it up to you."
Despite himself, Raphael was turned on by her and he was indeed ready. He'd been ready for months and he'd missed her. His heart had been crushed when she'd dumped him and he'd thought he'd never love again. That was until he saw Amanda. Who I'm kidding, he thought? Mona Lisa wants me and I should be grateful, because I'm never gonna have a woman like Amanda. Looking into Mona Lisa's eyes, he husked, "I'm ready."
Mona Lisa beamed, grabbed him by the hand and led him to his bedroom, locking the door. She removed his weapons, placed them on the bedside table, then untied his obi, letting it drop to the floor. Then she undid his wristbands, knee pads, shoulder pads and finally his red bandana. Raphael felt vulnerable at his nakedness and blushed. Mona Lisa smiled. "Lie back on the bed, Raphie."
"What about kissing?"
"I don't like kissing, Raphie. I like touching." Before he could answer, she climbed onto his chest and began to pet and stroke him everywhere, paying particular attention to the slit in the lower cartilage of his plastron. Raphael moaned and let out a churr. "Love that, big boy?" she said, and ran her tongue over the slit. Really excited now, Raphael's cock peeped out of its pouch, begging for attention. Mona Lisa fingered it and said, "Drop down, Raphie. There's a good boy." She licked the head of Raphael's cock. Waves of pleasure hit Raphael and he dropped down willingly into her hand. "I knew it," Mona Lisa said. "You're ready. She pumped him until his ten inch cock was fully engorged, the veins pulsating, wanting her to touch him again. Mona Lisa prepared to lower herself onto his cock and watched as Raphael closed his eyes and settled back, his hands behind his head.