Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 21:00:12 -0400 From: joey starr Subject: My Awakening Series Part 3 (TG teen) Again, thank you for the words of encouragement that I received after the second installment of the story. I'm humbled to know how many people are enjoying it. An extra special Thank You to Jamar for your very unique perspective ;) Finally, if you're enjoying this story (and others like it) please consider donating to The Nifty Archive. A lot happens behind the scenes to keep this archive up and running, so give 'til it hurts to help support them! *********** Part 3 *********** We turned on some fans in the living room, clicked on the TV and waited for our pizza. I sat on the ottoman facing the TV, still wrapped in a towel in a very girly fashion, and Cory sat on the floor next to me. We flipped through channels a bit, but eventually we landed on MTV. Back then, MTV actually played music videos, but mostly just at night. There were other great shows, though (Celebrity Deathmatch was my favorite) but when you could see a music video it was still kind of a big deal. In the back of my mind I had a little anxiety about the fact that the pizza was going to be delivered and we only had towels on. But I figured Cory would pay the guy and I would just stay in the living room, out of sight. I even went so far as to say "hey, when the pizza gets here, you're the one who's gonna pay, right?" Cory agreed to. He was the brave/rebellious one. I was not. Plus, I didn't want anyone to see me attired the way I was. Looking back, I'm not even 100% sure why I was keeping the towel tied the way it was. It probably sounds dumb. I mean, Cory didn't say "keep it that way all night" but I think deep down I knew he liked the way I was wearing it, and I definitely liked wearing it that way better. After about 20 minutes or so we were engrossed in a Korn video when the doorbell rang. All at once, Cory jumped up from his seat on the floor, and ran AWAY from the doorbell, and AWAY from the front door, into the powder room that was just off the kitchen, where he slammed the door shut behind him. I was stunned. STUNNED. Then the doorbell rang again. I sat for a second not knowing what to do...like I paused and just sat there, blinking for a couple minutes. Then I heard the doorbell ring a third time. And a knock at the door. I ran to the powder room door, frantic. It was locked! "Cory! You have to get the pizza! Come on, don't be a jerk! I don't want him to see me!" I could hear him on the other side of the door, laughing. The doorbell rang again. More pounding. This time kind of loud and angry. Resigned to my fate, I charged over to the door and opened it up, a little more forceful than needed. As the door bumped the wall behind it with a THUMP, I realized I still had my towel tied around my chest, girl style. Standing on my front porch was a (very annoyed looking) typical late 90's college guy. I remember he had one of those puka shell necklaces that were popular at the time, and a green "A&F" t-shirt. I'm sure he was pissed at having to wait so long before I answered, but when the door opened and he was face to face with me covered only in a towel, it kind of deflated him a little. He looked me up and down, hesitated for a moment, and then started unzipping the big thermal thing they deliver pizzas in. "Uh..Large pizza with pepperoni and mushrooms, extra cheese...Uh... $11.50" His eyes never left me, and were doing another up and down. He kind of half smiled/half smirked a little, which added to my extreme humiliation. I was pretty sure what he was thinking. I had to be turning every shade of red in the world. Usually the rule was we paid for the pizza with the $20 and tipped $5. The change I got to keep for my piggy bank. But I was so flustered, I just shoved the $20 towards him and grabbed the box from him, slamming the door as I shouted "KEEP THE CHANGE!!!!" To be honest, I'm not even sure if I handed the money to him, or if I just threw it on the front porch. As I locked and bolted the door, my heart pounding, I heard Cory laughing hysterically from behind me. I turned around, and he was there, practically bent over laughing, his towel still wrapped around his waist. "Joey! You should see your face!" "Ok, Cory- you're a dick. That's all I have to say. Why did you make me do that?" "Because it was funny! I almost didn't think you'd do it. When I heard the doorbell ringing and ringing I thought you ran to get dressed first." "Well, I didn't." "Yeah I know! Oh my God... what did he do when you opened the door." "He just looked at me. Then he gave me the pizza, took the money..." Cory was laughing again, so hard, he was coughing. I just stopped talking. Furious, I went into the kitchen and slammed the pizza box on the counter. Then I ran to my bedroom and threw on one of my oversized t-shirts that I usually slept in, and a pair of briefs. As I said before... usually I just slept in a long, oversized T. But whenever Cory slept over I added the underwear. I think deep down, I knew that my usual sleepwear was pretty "girlish" so I compensated when he was around. He usually just slept in boxers. When I came back to the kitchen, Cory was sitting at the table, eating his pizza. At the place next to him, I saw a plate with a piece of pizza sitting on it. And a glass, filled with lemonade, waiting for me. The thing about Cory was... even if he was being a jerk, teasing me or whatever, he would always be really nice to me right after. I had a hard time staying mad at him, because as soon as I got mad, he'd do something nice. I sat down and started eating, half ignoring him. We didn't talk for a couple minutes, but then he started kicking me lightly under the table. I turned my attention back to him. "What?" "Don't be pissed. Please? I was just messing around with you." "I know, but still. That was mean." "No it wasn't. It was just funny. Besides, he..." Cory stopped talking, and then shoved his pizza back in his mouth for another big bite. "He what?" "Nothing. Nevermind." He was chewing and talking with his mouth open... "No, what? Tell me." "Nah. Just eat your pizza." He took another really big bite. "Cory just tell me, come on." "Joey. Nevermind. Just forget it." "CORY!!!!!!" "Alright alright... I'm just saying... he probably thought you were a girl. Like a real girl. Not a boy pretending to be one." "I kinda think you're right, actually." I was nervous to openly agree with Cory, but I had seen the guy's smile. He didn't think I was a boy wearing a lime green towel around his chest. "Whattaya mean?" He stopped chewing for a minute and I was aware that I had his full attention. I blushed, and he gave me a funny look "Joey, tell me." "Well... I don't know. I mean he was looking me up and down. And then at one point he kinda...like...like he smiled at me a little." "See??? See I told you! Just like that night with your naked ass out the window. Guys think you're a chick. Girls probably do too. It's just the hair. And your body. You know. You're just built kind of girly. Not in a bad way. It's just the way you are. I mean usually you're in boy clothes so maybe some people figure it out. But with the towel like that...you know what he was thinking." I knew what he meant. Even thought I'd never been naked, and my ass had never been out any windows. We went back to our pizza, and Cory went back to kicking me under the table. I just stuck my tongue out at him and ignored him, and eventually he stopped. Inwardly I was actually a little pissed that Cory had said that. My ass hadn't been out any windows. But I had to agree with him on the other point. I did get mistaken for a girl sometimes in public. I even got called "miss" by telemarketers on the phone. After our pizza we went back to the living room. By now it was well after midnight. He was still wearing only a towel, worn boy style around his waist. I sat down on the sofa this time, in front of the fan, and Cory sat next to me. The TV was still on MTV, but he took the remote and started flipping channels. As I said before, Cory was the youngest of his siblings, so I don't think he often got to control the remote at his house. Whenever he was over, he kind of assumed command of the remote. I didn't really care, honestly. Also, he had really strict and very cheap parents. They had cable- but it was the cheap cable, so they barely had any decent channels. Meanwhile, at my house we had hundreds, and all the pay channels. HBO, Cinemax, and Showtime. Those of us who remember 1999 might remember a series called "Emmanuelle". But if you don't... basically, late at night Cinemax turned into "Skinemax" and all this cheesy soft core porn would come on. "Emmanuelle" was like the main series. Sometimes she was in space and sometimes she was just in France. I'm sure Cory and I weren't the only horny teens in our town watching Emmanuelle and her (totally and completely absurd) erotic adventures. ANYWAY...this particular night Cory's flipping eventually landed on "Skinemax", and we watched Emmanuelle having sex on a boat and in a barn and in all kinds of crazy places. I know Cory was focused on Emmanuelle herself. (I was more focused on Emmauelle's many male partners, even though they barely showed anything of them besides a muscular chest here and there) Every so often Emmanuelle's ass (she had a nice one) would be on screen in all its glory, and Cory would make comments like "God that's a nice ass." or "Jesus!" As a side note... this wasn't anything out of the ordinary for us. We watched this kind of soft porn a lot- whenever we were lucky enough to find some on TV. Cory liked it. A lot. And I liked Cory. A lot. (I think that's pretty obvious to you readers by now) and I liked making him happy. I remember this went on for maybe about an hour or so. I think "Emmanuelle" must have gone off, and then something came on that we weren't interested in. Probably just a regular movie. Anyway. It was maybe 1:30ish a.m. and still pretty early for us. I asked Cory what he wanted to do, and he kind of gave me a look and smiled. "Actually, I do have a really good idea." "What's your idea?" I was curious. "Well. I think you should put on another show. You know- like you did before. A show for the guys outside your window." He smirked at me, and wiggled his eyebrows. To Be Continued...