The Gus Diaries

Part 79

Marci Visits
 

Last Friday came all too soon. Most kids look forward to the weekend, and I’m usually one of them -- not this time.

After school, I met Jeff by his car. He was going to drop me off at Red Cape on his way to the diner.

“She’s been a fucking pain in the ass.” I grimaced at the mere thought of the newest thorn in my side.

Jeff had the nerve to smirk. “I thought that was my job.” I poked him in the ribs gently since he was driving, and I wanted us to get to our destinations in one piece.

“Very funny, asshole.” Jeff backed off and let me continue. “I haven’t been able to go one goddamn day without her texting me, leaving notes in my locker or stopping me in the hallway to remind me about this weekend.”

I could see the corners of Jeff’s mouth creeping up, but he contained the smile that he knew would piss me off. “And to top it off, she actually e-mailed me a list of food allergies she has, so my dads wouldn’t have the wrong things in the house for the weekend.”

“No fucking way!” That last one got Jeff.

“Yes, way!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. I could feel a headache coming on just thinking about the entire weekend stuck with Marci. It reminded me of how Dad looks whenever Uncle Ted messengers him a stack of papers to sign.

“Just think of it this way, she won’t be with you deep into the night. That’s when I’ll take over and try to help ease your tension.” Jeff reached over and squeezed my knee.

“Now, that’s something to look forward to.” I placed my hand in his and we drove like that the rest of the way to work.

 

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When Uncle Michael was ready to close up for the night, I walked over to the diner. I’d arranged to meet Marci there, so my dads didn’t have to drive all over town to get her -- not to mention it would also give me a chance to see Jeff again.

He wouldn’t get off work until 11:00 PM. By the time he got to Britin, it would probably be after 11:30. I was determined to be finished with the night’s work with Marci by then, so I could give Jeff my undivided attention.

I reached the diner at about 6:15 PM and hoped to grab a little make-out time with Jeff if he could swing a break. Just thinking about him always cheered me up, and I could feel the tension leaving my body, and my cock rising to the occasion as I looked forward to kissing his beautiful, full lips.

The moment I entered the diner I spotted Jeff behind the counter filling some soda glasses and then bringing them to a table. The second those glasses were out of his hands I grabbed him and smacked a huge kiss right on his lips. There was no reason to censor our behavior at the diner, and this was the best way to get my message across.

“Wow, Newbie, you sure know how to say hello.”

“Words can be so overrated.” I kissed him again. “Can you take a break in the staff room?”

“I’d love to but...”

“Gus, I’ve been waiting for you for ten minutes already. You must walk awfully slowly when you get off from work.” There she was, sitting at the far end of the counter.

“Marci, what the hell are you doing here already?” I couldn’t believe it, although my softening cock seemed to get the picture loud and clear.

“You said to be here by six-thirty.”

“It’s not six-thirty yet, and it certainly wasn’t anywhere near six-thirty ten minutes ago.”

“That may be true, but my mother and father have plans tonight so it was easier for them to drop me off earlier. I just figured since it was a diner, I could simply sit here and have a soda while I waited for you.”

“Of course you did.” I looked longingly into Jeff’s eyes and he gave me a hug.

“Later, Newbie.” Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “When I get to your house, you can help me shower all the diner grease off and then we can further that project in your bed.”

I just nodded and kissed him one more time as Betty yelled from across the diner, “Jeff, you want to take your break now?”

“No, Betty, that’s okay. It’ll wait.”

“Good, then go take care of table 10 for me. Those idiots can’t decide if they want their burgers medium or medium-well.” She laughed, “Don’t they know by now that everything comes out well-done?”

Jeff yelled back, “I think the word you’re looking for is incinerated.” Then he headed over to the morons at table 10.

I sat at the counter next to Marci. “Do you have all the stuff you were supposed to prepare for our project? I want to make sure we finish the whole thing this weekend.”

“No, I left it all home on my bed,” she deadpanned. Then she pointed to her overstuffed messenger bag. “It’s all in there. I don’t get straight A’s by leaving my work home.”

“Fine, I was just asking.”

“Look, Gus, I know I can get a little pushy at times.”

I glared at her. “A little?”

“Okay, maybe I can get annoyingly pushy.”

“And bossy... and irritating.”

“Stop already, I get it. But you have to understand, everyone automatically thinks that because I’m a cheerleader, and I’m dating a football player, that I’m an airhead.” I nodded, knowing that I had been guilty of doing just that. “I work damn hard to get the grades I get, and I’m in one of the most dangerous sports a girl can choose, but I happen to love it and if I do a good job, my parents won’t have to go broke to send me to a good college.”

I started feeling like an asshole. “It’s just that you’re probably pretty nice, but you don’t let anyone see that part of you -- at least I haven’t seen that part of you.”

Marci nodded and thought for a moment. “Let’s start fresh. Hi, Gus, I’m Marci. I understand we’ve been assigned to work together on a project, and I’m looking forward to it since you’re an amazing writer.”

“I am?”

“Don’t be coy. Anyone who reads the school paper knows you’re the best writer. Now you’ll just have to use your writing abilities in a creative genre.”

“Yeah, that’s something I definitely don’t have a lot of experience with.”

“No worries, I write a lot.” Then she picked up her bag and dug inside, pulling out a stack of papers. “This is my first play. I’m in the process of editing it before I present it to the school’s drama coach. Maybe she’ll approve performing it next year.”

“No shit! You wrote a whole play?” Now I really was impressed.

“I’ve written others, but this is the first that’s been good enough to show someone.”

“Well, Marci, it’s really nice to meet you. I hope we can get to know each other better.” She smiled at me and I felt something inside. It was strange but somehow I started to feel really comfortable with her.

Just then the diner bell rang. “Hey, Sonny Boy, are you and our dinner guest ready to depart the hallowed sanctuary of Pittsburgh, P-A?”

I laughed, “Hi, Dad, this is Marci.”

“Hello, lovely lady.” Marci had her hand poised to shake Dad’s, and he took her hand and kissed it like she was royalty. I just rolled my eyes. “Charmed to meet you.”

“Likewise I’m sure.” Marci was actually blushing. Now I’d seen everything.

“Can we get out of here? I’m starving.”

“Shall we, my dear young lady?” Dad swept his hand toward the exit. Marci and I grabbed our bags. She started following Dad out the door, and I waved to Jeff who was carrying a tray of food to a table.

“See you later, Newbie.”

I smiled back at him. “You bet your ass you will.”

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

The car ride home was fairly peaceful, and Marci seemed to be on her best behavior with my dads around.

After I showed her to the guest room she’d be staying in, we set up all our papers in the dining room where we would work since we’d be eating in the kitchen.

Pop made a great dinner of grilled salmon with sautéed vegetables, none of which were on Marci’s allergy list.

“I’m surprised you’re not serving something like burgers or spaghetti and meatballs.”

Pop looked at Marci, wondering where that came from. “Why would you think that?”

“Whenever kids have friends as guests, for some reason their parents always seem to think they want to eat really fatty foods, or stuff loaded with carbs as if we’re about to run a marathon.”

“I have a policy of serving what’s appropriate and what we’re in the mood to eat. Since you two have to concentrate on an important project, serving food that would put you to sleep would be ridiculous.” I smiled at the way Pop handled Marci.

Then Dad chimed in, “Let me ask you something -- do you always comment or criticize everything, or is it just to those who are older than you, more mature and who you should have a modicum of respect for?”

I shoved a bite of food in my mouth, trying not to laugh as I waited to see how Marci would respond to that one.

“Actually, I find it refreshing to take part in the world around me and comment or criticize as you word it. Personally, I think age is arbitrary and based on preconceived notions that just because I’m still a teenager it means I have nothing between my ears but uncontrollable hormones and sawdust.”

Dad sat back in his chair and Pop started smirking. “It’s funny you should say that, Marci. I felt the same way when I was seventeen. I was quite capable of having an intellectual conversation with anyone no matter how old he was.”

Dad glared at Pop and then raised one eyebrow. “Clearly, Mr. Taylor, you were underestimated as am I quite frequently.”

Dad added sarcastically, “You have no idea just how underestimated Mr. Taylor was.”

Pop nearly spit out the food he was chewing, and Dad sat back in his chair, slowly picked up his glass of water and took a sip.

“Did something go down the wrong pipe, Mr. Taylor?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Pop choked out as he swatted Dad on the arm.

“Sonny Boy, I like Marci, she’s welcome here anytime.”

“Dad...” I droned.

“Now, now, Gus, we need to be very polite and understanding with the unsung geniuses of the world.”

“Unsung?” Clearly he hadn’t been listening to Marci.

Then Dad leaned towards Pop and kissed him chastely on the lips. “I know I’ve always placed my genius on a pedestal.”

“Always? Brian, if there’s lightning you’d better watch out.”

“Well, let’s just say, almost always.”

Pop rolled his eyes and started clearing the dishes.

“Come on, Marci, let’s get to work. I want to make a lot of headway before Jeff gets here.”

“Okay.” Marci stood up. “Thank you, Mr. Kinney, Mr. Taylor, for having me. This is really nice of you both.”

“Anything for the cause of higher educational goals.”

“Brian.” Pop was using that warning voice.

“What, Sunshine, I’m serious.”

Pop snorted and went back to putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “Gus, Marci, I’ll put up a pot of coffee for you and set out a bowl of fresh fruit, unless you’d like something else.”

I glanced at Marci and she nodded. “Sounds great, Pop. Thanks.”

“No problem. Now get to work.”

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

We worked in the dining room for a couple of hours, every once in a while taking a break to grab a cup of coffee or a fruit to help keep us awake and focused.

Finally, we reached a good place to stop for the night.

“Gus, I’m really happy. We got so much done. I can’t believe it.”

“We’re both hard workers and this is a good, quiet place to study.”

“It is. Your home is beautiful and your fathers are really nice... kind of like you.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant I was beautiful or really nice, but I suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Uhm, Marci, I’m planning to wait up for...”

Before I got Jeff’s name out, Marci planted a whopper of a kiss on me. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and I let her for a few seconds before pushing her away.

“What the fuck was that?” I stood up and backed a few steps away to put some distance between us.

“It just seemed natural.” Marci started to blush again, and now I realized why I started feeling so comfortable with her earlier -- she reminded me of Jenny. She even looked like an older version of my sister. Blech, it was like being kissed by my sister!

“I’m gay, don’t you remember?” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Are you sure you’re not bi?”

“I wasn’t -- until now.”

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?!” Marci put her hands on her hips -- yep, she was like my sister.

“It means that if I was going to be interested in any girl, it would be you, or someone like you. But...”

She lowered her head. “But you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. And I happen to be totally in love with Jeff.”

“Shit, I really messed up.”

“No, you didn’t. I won’t tell anyone.”

Then Marci grabbed me in a hug that nearly stopped me from breathing. “Oh, Gus, you really are a great guy. I wish some of the straight guys could be as nice as you.”

I laughed. “Who knows, maybe it comes with the gay gene or something.”

She stepped back and looked at me. “You’re going to tell Jeff, aren’t you.” It was a statement more than a question.

“Yeah, I am. We don’t keep anything from each other.”

“Do you think he’ll be mad?” For the first time, Marci seemed vulnerable.

“Naw, he’ll probably laugh and say something like, I told you so.”

“He thought I liked you?”

“He suspected.” I paused a moment. “Marci, what about Steve?”

She whispered, “What about Steve -- who knows?” She shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head.

“Do you love him?”

“He makes me happy, most of the time.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“I know.”

Just then I heard Jeff knocking at the front door. Somehow I had the feeling that this weekend was about to take on a whole new direction -- one I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with.

[TBC]
 

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