Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:30:19 -0500
From: erj210@aol.com
Subject: My Life as a Tramp 6 (TG Fiction)

Disclaimer.

This Story is meant mainly for adults, and is just for such.

Story:  This story has multiple parts.  This is based on a story by The
Professor called Withes of Fairmount High, so you may have to read parts of
it in order to understand parts of this story.


My Life as a Tramp
Part 6


The next day finds Rachel, Michelle and I on our tiny Brazilian made jet
waiting for clearance to leave.  In the three abreast plane, Michelle sits
on the far row of single seats, while Rachel Marset and I sit on the left.
By luck, I received the window seat. Its only a shame its such a short
flight.  As for Sean and his parents, they left on an earlier flight, and
will meet us at the airport.

"So," Rachel all the sudden speaks up, "What did your brother mean by deal
last night?"

"Uh," I try to make something up, but the more I realize it, I really don't
have to keep that up, so why lie. "Well, I said that for not telling mom
and dad about us in bed, I would do it for him to see."  I say it in a
whisper so the people in front of us don't here.

"Oh, well, that's interesting." She says rather flatly.  "But, if you said
you would, I will gladly go along with it."

I couldn't tell whether she was lying or telling to truth.  "You must be
kidding."

She looks at me as if trying to figure out what I mean. `I guess she would
be willing to go threw with it.' I think to myself.

"Well," I start trying to shift things, "I'll be back to normal, and as far
as that goes, he still won't be able to tell mom and dad anything because
they won't believe him."

"Yes, but that would imply him remembering everything."

"He does, oh yeah, I've meant to ask you about that."

"Huh, he remembers?"  Her facial expression is one of complete surprise.
"I could see your cousin, but your brother as well?"

"No, he's worst.  He has no memory of me as a girl."  Thankfully the other
engine powered on just as I said that.  No need having the other people on
the plane thinking I'm some sort of nut.  "He didn't even know who I was
until he overheard us that night."

"What do you mean, overheard us?"

"You know, you sort of came onto me in your sleep."  I say as the seat belt
noise goes on and off.

"Martha, be seated for takeoff."

"Oh, that.  I thought I dreamt that."  Her face turns a bright shade of red
as she looks at the ground.

"Oh, well, you did."

I look past Rachel and see a smile spread across Michelle's face.  `If she
can here us, then I guess everyone else can to.  When do we take off so
this thing can get loud.'

I look out the window to see a plane landing on an intersecting runway.
Are plane is stationary on our own, and probably won't move until the other
one stops.

"Do you think your brother has been expressed to magic before?"  Rachel
asks.

"No, I don't think so.  He was even too young to know Michelle as a guy."

"Has anything happened to him over the years?"

Just as she says that, our planes engines power up.  The aircraft
immediately begins racing down the runway.  I look outside, hoping to enjoy
the view, but Rachel's question begins to eat me alive.  That's one event
in both our lives I don't like to relive.

Its not until the small jetliner takes to the skies do I say anything.

"Well, yeah.  You see, when I was seven, and he was four, we were in
Colorado for a ski trip.  Of course, a blizzard blew in, and we got trapped
at a log cabin in the mountains.  Of course, we tried getting down hill
during a break in the storm, but Timmy slipped down the hill and hit a tree
head on and hard.  I made my way to him and found he was unconscious.  I
got us back to the cabin we were in from the beginning, and put some snow
on his head.  I tried talking to him, rubbing him, I even hugged him as I
fell asleep that night.  I did that for two days when they finally came.
When we arrived at the hospital, they said he suffered a major concussion,
and was in a coma.  Me and my sister never left his side.  Mom and dad
eventually managed to get in from the lodge. But he still hadn't even
moved.  One day, about a week latter, the doctors determined that the
machines were the only thing keeping him alive, and that he was brain dead.
They were discussing pulling the plug.  So while everyone else was out of
the room, I asked him to wake up, and he did.  Matter a fact, he was fully
awake, as if nothing happened.  After we talked for a while, we found out
he was aware of everything, the bump on his head, that night, the
helicopter ride. He just said that for some reason, he found it hard to
figure out how to move any part of his body.  Since then, he's showed no
signs of anything associated with a brain injury.  He even walked out of
the hospital that week under his own power.  Then ran into a McDonald's
wanting real food."

The plane reached the beach and banked hard right.  From here it should
follow it south to Fort Lauderdale.

"Wow."  Rachel says.  "I didn't know, but that could be what triggered it.
Do you remember how his memory was before the incident."

I turn to her.  "About average, why?"

"How about now?"

"Now he seems to remember everything.  Even stuff he only glances at, but
why?"

"That would explain it then.  For a lucky few, a head injury can release
parts of the brain that couldn't be used before.  He had a side effect, and
it was his ability to gain, and store memories, sort of like a photographic
one.  Its hard and long to explain, but the only type of spell that would
change reality enough for him not to be immune is one that changes time,
and only a few people can do one of those, and live threw it."

"Why?"

"Takes a lot of energy, that's all."

"That' sounds familiar."  Michelle says from the other side of the plane.

I wanted to ask her what she meant by that.  She said it loud enough to be
head over the engines, yet, when I turned to her, she simply turns away.

"Huh, I'll just be happy when this whole thing is over."  I complain.  The
plane touches down from its forty five minute journey perfectly on time.
We meet up with Sean and his parents in baggage claim, head to the rental
car desk, and then head on down town.  The hotel we pull up to is
completely new.  The glass, skyscraper is an obvious departure for the
rather art deco looking buildings, but its still nice and is loaded.
Lightly colored marble, dark woods, and a fountain decorate the lobby.  The
halls are richly appointed with high quality, textured wall paper, and the
rooms are excellent.  The room is a large, two bedroom suite.  Inside one
of the rooms is a two queen room with adjoining bathroom. The view from the
room is equally excellent, even though its mainly of town.  The master bed
room gets the ocean view.  But we are on the twelfth floor and that more
than makes up for that.  After all, we have a perfect view of the docks
were all the yachts are lined up at.

"So how are we going to handle sleeping arrangements?"  Sean all the sudden
says.

As I look at the window at the view, habit decides to answer his question.
"I'll just share a bed with you, and Michelle and Rachel can sleep in the
other bed."

I turn around to see Sean's face completely red.  At first, I was wondering
what was wrong with him, but a sudden feeling of hair dangling down my back
reveilles the problem with that suggestion.

"Oh, well, I can trust you right?" I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure."

"Besides," Michelle starts up, "I'll be here the whole time."

Sean nods his head.  "Okay, well, I'm going to go and get the show schedule
from my parents."  He then leaves the room.  Rachel closes the door behind
him.

"What was that for?"  I ask her.

"Because, we need to get dressed."

"Why?"  Michelle and I ask in unison.

"Why, were at a beach in the spring that's why.  You don't just go around
wearing any old thing.  You need to put on beach wear."

"I ask again, why?"

"So, we can enjoy ourselves."

"I guess."  I say, trying to think over her rationalization.

"Well," Michelle starts, "Jessie can get dressed up, I'm not."

"Why not?"  Rachel asks.

"Because, I don't have any beach wear."

"You don't have any swimwear?"

"I have a swim suite."

"Okay then, lets see it."

Michelle takes out the one piece suite from her suite case.  Honestly I can
see what she means.  The swim suite seems mainly meant for swim
competition, not looking good in.

"Well I cannnnn..., you know what, lets see what else you have."  Rachel
says as she dives in the suite case.

I know exactly what she was about to say.  I can change that into a two
piece for you.  But she knows very well Michelle is rather sensitive to
this magic stuff, and that wouldn't fly well with her.

"Her you go, you have a nice pair of shorts.  Just wear this with the
bathing suite and you'll be fine."  Rachel says with her usual smile.  I
know Michelle wants to say no, but even she realizes Rachel is trying hard
not to offend her.  So she takes the cloths and heads into the bathroom.

"Now, what about you?"

Within ten minutes, Rachel has me in a red bikini with the light white
shirt, and shorts that she picked out yesterday.  Michelle comes out and
looks the two of us over.

"Well, isn't that a sight."  She says.  It doesn't help that Rachel has her
arm around me.  Rachel herself is also wearing a very similar outfit, the
main difference being her swim suite is blue. Michelle herself though
doesn't look all that bad.  Truthfully, she's hot, even in the one piece
red suite and shorts.  "So, were did you two get dressed?"

"I didn't look."  I say as I turned towards the door.  Honestly, I would
have, its just that Rachel just popped her cloths on.  There was nothing to
see.  So I just open the door were Sean is standing at patiently.

"I got the schedule." He says happily.  He walks into the room, and sits on
the corner of the bed.

"Okay, today, nothings happening till six.  That's when the boating
association is having a dinner for everyone, Its formal, so I hope you guys
brought something.  Then tomorrow the show opens.  They have wave runner
test drives, and a few harbor tours on the yachts. There's also an entry
for a beauty contest tomorrow too."

While I'm sure Michelle shares my sentiments on that, I can tell that
Rachel is ecstatic.

"How old do you have to be to enter?"  She eagerly asks.

"Fourteen."

"Well, looks like you barely make it Ms. Marset."  I say joking around.

Sean thinks for a little bit.  "Marset.  There's a teacher at school named
Marset.  I here she's new."

`Man, news travels fast.'

"Well, any way," Sean starts back up, "They also have a few other things
going on, including a closing dinner."

"Well," Michelle starts, "I guess that's not that bad."

"Yeah, and since nothing starts until six, I say we head down to the
beach!"  While Michelle and I had are reservations, Rachelle's suggestion
eventually won out, and we all pilled out to the beach.  Are hotel,
somewhat positively, wasn't located on the actual beach.  We actually have
to walk across Ft. Lauderdale Beach boulevard in order to get there.  That
was made easy by a bridge.  Of course, once we got onto the beach, I
suddenly became glad I live in Jacksonville. The beaches here are crowed,
and its only eleven in the morning.  There is people everywhere, and it
seems as if every square inch of real estate is taken. We head up to the
actual shoreline and look around.  Its easier to spot availabilities here
as most the people actually aren't in the water.

"Well, I say we split up."  Michelle suggests.  "I'll take north up on the
beach.  Rachel you go threw the middle headed North, and Sean you go south
threw the middle.  If anyone finds something call the others on their
phone."

We all agreed.  Figuring the last direction that wasn't mentioned wasn't
given, I took it as my cue to go south on the beach.  I figured that
walking in the surf would be nice since I have the opportunity.  So as the
others head on their way, I take off my sandals and head a few more yards
towards the water.  With seconds of hitting the dark dirt, a small bit of
water hits me bellow the ankles.  The feeling is exhilarating as it
provides a perfect contrast to the high eighties heat.  I start on my way
down at a leisurely pace.  To be completely honest, I've never really gone
to the beach, even though I live only about four miles from one, and when I
do go, I find it more interesting to walk down, and look at the idiots back
in the sand.

Instantaneously, I stop looking for places to sit, and start watching the
people.  I first look to the land and watch all the women sitting there on
their beach towels, trying to get the perfect tan.  In the middle of my
path, directly ahead of me, play the little children and the family
members.  There usually always the best to watch, as its usually most of
the little kids first day at the beach.  So there always doing something.
Of course, right now, it seems to be sandcastle building time, so nothing
really interesting.  Then I look to the water.  Out there, mainly the
males, are out swimming, or even surfing.  The water is actually to calm at
the moment to do anything realistic, but it seems good for a lot of the
young kids out learning the ropes.  Some of the guys are actually quiet
cute.  Most are in excellent shape, some are even built quite well.  Most
bear the huge chest out in the open for all to see.  Those tend to
instructing the little kids like a god over his people.  Some could even
pass for one.  Especially one with the dark brown hair, perfect smile, and
teeth so white I can see them from here.  He must be in his early twenties
from the look of it and...  `What the hell am I doing.'  My mind suddenly
registers.  Its just then do I register the reaction between my legs.  As I
look the guy over, my special area gets somewhat warm, and tingles.  I can
even feel a streak of fluid beginning to ooze down into my swim bottom.
`I'm getting hot.  This stupid body is even more sensitive than my male
one.  I guess my mind must also still be that of a girls as well, even
though the software is running Straight Male ver. 2.0.'

I take my gaze to other points of the water.  Of course, I end up falling
one of the guys students.  He looks to be about my age.  He to is built,
and rather hot looking in the face.  His muscles are well defined.  He does
nothing to calm the reaction of my body, which is all the time getting
hotter.

`Stop it!'  I yell to myself. `You know what, since you can't seemed to
control your body, and are quickly loosing control of your mind, face the
shore line.  There's no guys up here anyway. Or at least no guys worth
looking at.'  My mind notes the rather fat guy I saw earlier sunbathing.

I turn to face forward when I see him.  He's gorgeous, and even though my
mind wants to turn away, every other part of me wants to jump his bones.
There's only one word to describe him, and that's hot.  His skin is an
almost perfect bronze.  He has nice, rather flowing blonde hair with green
eyes.  His face is rather boyish, but in a way that broadcasts his
cuteness.  His face is free of all signs of the skin issues facing a lot of
people my age.  His body is rather toned, not muscular, but perfectly tone.
He must work out for agility sports.  However, what muscular definition he
does have lies in his perfect, yet muted six pack.  To make matters worst,
he is wearing a pair of Speedo briefs.  I have a perfect outline of his
cock from here.  It seems rather on the small side, but then again, I
remember just how small mine got when the last thing on your mind is sex.
But if it is in its `up right and locked' position, then he's actually
sporting a quite large Marvin.  I figure at the moment its about only two,
to three inches, but extended it could be as much as nine.

At the moment, the boy is overlooking the ocean, with another by his side,
all while holding a full sizes surf board. The younger one looks a lot like
him, and could easily be his brother.  He to is holding a surf board.
Suddenly, the boy darks back to the shore line.  My gaze fallows his.  A
woman on the beach seems to be calling to him.  Judging by her removal of
some belongings, I guess she's going back to her hotel.  Of course, the
space she leaves is now big enough for me and my group.  I start to detour,
but decide to take one last look at the boy before I go up.  I look at him,
are eyes instantly meet.  Apparently, as I was staring at the abandoned
spot, he must have turned back and spotted me.  His look is so striking and
so erotic, that I can feel my body to begin to pulsate and want him.  My
crotch quickly burns and moistens while my nipples begin to become tender.
He smiles at me, and I instinctively smile back, all while pushing my hair
back from in front of my face, mainly do to the wind.  My face begins to
burn as I see his positive response to this unintended flirt, but I don't
care.  Suddenly, his brother grabs his attention.  He stares back over the
water, says something and the two head out into the sea, but before he
does, he sneaks one last look, as if to say good bye.  He then refocuses,
dives into the water, and paddles off.

I reach the spot not taking my eyes off him for a second.  My entire body
feels as if it is on the verge to a mini orgasm, but my mind manages to
take over, and I call my friends.

By the time I finish, the boy and his brother disappear into the waves.  I
can only pray that I see them again.

To Be Continued...