Chapter Twenty-Five: Sunny

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What a day. So much happened, I'm not sure if I can even write it all down.

The day started off like normal. I work up around nine-thirty, which is early for a Saturday, but I had to be discreet here. I showered and dressed. I left a note for Dad telling him that I'd be back tonight and left.

I walked down to the bus stop and took the ten-twenty bus uptown. I was dropped off two blocks away from Lew's apartment. In a car or a bus the ride isn't long, but it would have taken me forever to walk there.

Lew buzzed me in and I went upstairs. His building doesn't have an elevator, but he only lives on the third floor, so it's not too bad. He had the door open a crack, so I didn't have to knock or anything. I went inside.

"Anyone home?" I said, walking into the empty kitchen. I walked back into the living room. Lew came out of the small hallway that leads back into his bedroom.

"Hey." He held his arm out to me. "Can you get this button? It's giving me hell."

I buttoned the cuff for him. "Why are you wearing a shirt like that? I thought we were relaxing."

"This isn't relaxing?" He looked down at his shirt.

"It looks like a white button up shirt. How can you relax wearing white? No one can."

"I can relax."

I laughed. "Let's go."

We went out to Lew's car and he drove us to Burbank. The idea there is that no one would know who we are. He had his hand on my knee almost the entire trip.

We went out to eat, I don't remember what I had or where it was. I just remember us laughing. Then we went to some mall and hung out there and I tried on expensive designer dresses and modeled them, getting rave reviews with every one.

We were hanging out at Sears, which was just a department store, yes, but it was still a lot of fun. I tried on some more clothes, first some old lady clothes, just for laughs. Then we went over to the junior's section, which was a little too hoochie-mama for even me, and I tried on some of THOSE clothes.

"I like this one," Lew said, holding up a shirt that looked like it would fit a four year old.

"Then you try it on," I said. I was shuffling through a rack of khaki short shorts. "I can't believe they're already setting up for summer clothes. It's only January."

"Do we have any other seasons besides summer?"

"How long have you lived in California?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Four years."

"Then you should know that we have more than one season! It's cold outside right now."

"It's fifty-five degrees out! That's not cold. It's a little chilly, but not cold." Lew shook his head. "I grew up in Wisconsin. You want to try on cold?"

"I know, I know, I'd freeze, but still." I picked a pair of shorts off the rack. "I'm going to go try these on."

I tried on the shorts and a tank top (I refused to wear the tank top that said "Bad Girl" in pink glitter) and did some more modeling.

After that, I wanted to go look at shoes, but Lew drew the line and refused. So we left and got one of those giant pretzels and shared it. We just walked around the mall, eating our pretzels, when Lew stopped.

"Look at this." He pointed into the window of the a jewelry store at a gorgeous round-cut diamond and sapphire necklace.

"It's beautiful," I agreed.

We continued and as we finished the pretzel, I insisted to stop at DSW, because the shoes were calling to me.

"Fine, fine," Lew agreed. "But I'm not going in there. I'll meet you by that fountain-" He pointed down the hall, "in half an hour, okay?"

"Okay!" I went in and tried on four or five pairs of shoes. I didn't really need new shoes, but considering that Lew bought me that new skirt from Sears, I should probably get some new shoes to go with it. So I pulled out some baby-sitting money (when was the last time that I baby-sat? How did that money last this long?) and bought a cute pair of high heel boots. They were brown, which was a nice change from all the black boots I own.

I walked down to the fountain. I was a little early, so I watched a couple of little kids play with some toy dinosaurs until Lew came back. He had a bag of his own.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Later," he said. "You ready for the theatre?"

We caught an early evening show at this independent theatre there in Burbank. We saw them perform The King and I, which I had never seen before, and it was just beautiful. I even started crying a little at the end when king died.

"There's a movie, you know," Lew said as he drove us to some fancy restaurant. "It came out back in the fifties, I think. With Yul Brynner."

"Yule?" I asked. "Like... Christmas?"

He laughed. "No, Yul. No E. He was from... Russia, I think? He was from somewhere like that. Very talented."

"I'll have to rent it sometime. I really enjoyed the play."

"It's really good." He put his hand on my knee.

This was really good. We pulled into the parking lot and I looked around.

"Am I underdressed?" I was wearing my black pants and blue sweater. I didn't have a jacket or anything.

"No, you're fine. It's not that fancy," Lew said.

The hostess gave me a pretty dirty look, though. But it might have been because I was with a gorgeous man and she was jealous. Or it was because I was sans skirt. Either way, I didn't care and Lew didn't seem to care either.

I ate vegetable lasagna and Lew had something with marina sauce, I don't know what it was. He drank a glass of wine, and, of course, I didn't have any alcohol. I had iced tea.

Over desert (tiramisu to share), Lew pulled out a box. "For you."

"What?" I asked. I took it from him. "You didn't have to."

"I know, I wanted to. Open it."

I opened the box and it was the diamond necklace. I gasped. "But- but, this had to cost five thousand dollars."

"Not exactly," he said, smiling. I wasn't sure if that meant not quite as in over five thousand or not quite as in less than. Either way, it made me a little nervous. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! Here, help me put it on." I pulled it delicately out of the box. I'd never owned anything like this before. Nothing near a DIAMOND NECKLACE. Lew clasped it for me and I couldn't stop touching it. It was like magic.

"Thank you so much," I said for the zillionth time on the way back to Palo City.

"No problem," Lew replied.

We got back to his apartment, and it was only just after nine, so I kicked off my shoes and relaxed. Lew doesn't own a TV, but he has a very extensive stereo system and practically any CD you could think of. He also has a record player and a huge selection of records.

He put on a CD, some instrumental thing, but it was nice a soothing.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked. We sat down on the couch.

"It was great," I replied. The only bad part of the day was that we couldn't really hold hands or anything. People probably thought we were siblings or something, since he's obviously not old enough to be my father or something, but we don't look close enough in age to be assumed as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Not that Lew is really my boyfriend. He's still my bio teacher. And not much is going to change that. Even now, that I'm writing this. Even after everything that's been happening.

Like, after a while of talking on the couch, we started kissing, and it was really nice. Lew pulls my sweater over my head, and I don't mind. I know where this is leading. I don't really mind giving if I'm also receiving.

I had wriggled out of my pants and, in keeping with Lew's theory about women, was not wearing underwear. Right away, his hands are down there. I moaned into his mouth.

"Let's go back into the bedroom," he said in a low voice.

"Bedroom?" I repeated. So far, everything had stayed in the living room. Bedroom meant things would be... could they be going further? There's pretty much only one next step past oral sex, right? Yep, pretty much.

I followed Lew down the hall to his bedroom, wearing just my bra and the diamond necklace.

His bed was big, a queen size, I think. He sat down on it and pulled me on top of him. We started kissing some more, and he pulled off his shirt started fiddling with his belt, but he couldn't get it unhooked.

I laughed. "You're just trying too hard," I said. I helped.

"God, I feel like I'm going to explode," he said. I got his pants off of him and pulled his boxers down too.

He pulled me further onto the bed, around the middle of it. I crawled on top of him. We kissed some more, his hands all over my back and my butt. I pulled off my bra and tossed it aside.

"You," he said, "are so sexy." He kissed my neck.

"So are you," I said.

He freed one hand and grabbed a condom from the bed side table. He ripped open the package with his teeth and slipped on the condom.

"Would you make me a happy man, Sunny?"

"I... of course." So I did.

That's right. I, Sunny Winslow, have left Virgintown. Not that I'd been much of a member since this past summer, but it's official now.

The whole thing, from my side of things, was highly over rated. I didn't have an orgasm, though Lew did. It felt... well, it felt like there was something in my vagina. It was all very foreign. Maybe it's something you just have to get used to?

Am I going to do it again? Who knows. However, while it was all fine, I sort of feel like things have just slipped out of my control. Not that there was a lot of it, but the last bit of control I had is now gone.

On the bright side, I'm making A's in bio. And I don't think I'm paying that much more attention.