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Lost At Christmas: Part 1
Lost At Christmas: Part 1
His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever.
Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.
After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home
for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody
who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand
my desire to get to somewhere warmer.
For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a
military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago,
Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It
was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old
school mates for the Holidays.
We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel
space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down
to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made
a loop through Latin America.
After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long
bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel
orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby
list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas
Day, but better late than never.
With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the
question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could
get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing
to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling,
eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then
Lima, and finally Santiago.
After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away
from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to
Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left
early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly
empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do
for Christmas?
Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight
listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida.
"When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I
asked the airman behind the desk.
"In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You
want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump.
I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and
still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I
could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than
sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days.
"Please," I told him, "but hold my space for
Santiago. I'll be back for that flight."
I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in
Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me
back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning
would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight
the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using
the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college.
I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents.
I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be
short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but
would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would
be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my
father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the
expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least
I had a plan.
Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an
announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas,
with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit
melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it.
So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on
December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends
nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal
debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with
their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of
them.
Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a
big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real
deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was
pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished
the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and
would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would
be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be
crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of
that who knew if they had anyone else in tow?
Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off
family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who
was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year
behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be
around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room,
and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush
on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her.
Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus.
Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from
memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I
would have really felt uncomfortable.
Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of
saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me
straight back down memory lane.
"Hee-ello," he answered.
"Tommy! Guess who?" I asked.
I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable,
since he didn't hesitate a second.
"Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He
answered eagerly.
It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat
voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me.
"Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a
bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told
him.
"What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked.
"I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on
the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw
an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best."
I explained.
"That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great
that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with
us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom
would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip
home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He
did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply.
"Don't you think you should check?" I laughed.
A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a
shouted conversation.
"Mom! Guess Who's In Town."
"No, Not Greg."
"No, Go Ahead Guess."
"Guess Again."
"Ok, Ok - Steve."
"Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til
Christmas Day."
"Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get
Him."
"I Will."
"Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will."
I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and
almost missed it when he came back on.
"Where should I pick you up?" He asked.
"The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?"
I answered.
"Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!"
I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better
than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about
20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the
place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get
nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles
from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as
friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I
wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly
eating my way through my meager funds.
When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten
rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now
driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar.
We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the
trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history.
When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about
once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the
beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific
writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every
one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and
a surprise call maybe once a year.
I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had
graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about
it.
Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who
was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more
detail about what I'd been up to.
"So," he asked, "Got a girl?"
"Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas
ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted.
"Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter,
every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that
long." He teased.
"I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty
long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued.
"Oh! Six Months!" He laughed.
"How about you then," I asked in defense.
"Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked.
"Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much
better." I teased.
"Oh really? Like how?"
"Like me!" I laughed.
"Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think
about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well.
"Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back.
I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock
in the arm.
We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the
same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof
lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who
says you can't go back?
"Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed,
and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to
do tomorrow anyway."
We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy
stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to
sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to
get settled.
Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an
early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn.
Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already
chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to
ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the
pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family.
Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but
more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in
stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again
before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but
not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her
about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a
Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my
car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time
I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we
could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things
were comfortable.
Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in
girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years
older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about.
The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger
than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And
she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting
all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had
chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so
infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more
trouble than I needed.
When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see
Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and
we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy.
We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our
first band, Jack was our bassist.
At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to
relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With
Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums
we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles,
and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the
Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our
friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents
even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves
Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we
had our first birthday party gig.
Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was
now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He
reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone
with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who
was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out
with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and
almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been
a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne
had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis
had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had
the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working
for Suzanne's father.
While we were visiting, several friends dropped in,
including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the
stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a
beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl
I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found
out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an
odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there.
Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a
total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high
enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the
back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial
school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all
rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out,
and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent
"hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk
the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less
frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we
cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her
breast through her sweater.
Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat
in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and
nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more
intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into
the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed
she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more
confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened?
As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was
scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched
underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided
her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone
thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders,
with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at
the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I
was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she
was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept."
After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her
best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we
shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky
looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed
schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the
following year, before moving to Santiago.
Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together
and finally had a few minutes alone.
"You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for
being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry."
She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look.
"You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to
sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart."
"I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a
girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in
school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd
overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down
underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular
bench around it.
"You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy,
and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun.
Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I
felt even worse.
"I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry
with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted.
"He was nice to me when I needed it."
"But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the
only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her.
"He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and
when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was
wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed.
That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me
think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist.
"You know, that was one of the most memorable moments
in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I
should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and
Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were
so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in
mine. Her palm was moist.
"You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with
the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl
wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a
date. I was hoping you knew."
We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those
feelings.
"Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on
your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out
the door." I told her, half serious.
"As I recall, you professed your love for me that
evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked
grin.
I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask
forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized
about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I
hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred
in back then."
"If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It
could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had
moved close and was speaking softly.
"And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked
up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up
any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking
her hair.
"I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you
certainly blew that one."
We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling
strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep
burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips
with mine.
She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with
every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her
incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first
caress of her nipple from so many years earlier.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke
apart. Her eyes glistened.
"I've got a boyfriend." She confessed.
I nodded understanding.
"If I didn't?"
I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips.
"I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss."
We just sat side by side a minute, in silence.
"You know," she said softly, "what you did to
me that night, that was part of the problem."
"I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I
said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken.
"No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you
made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the
first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your
fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to
do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering
that first night.
"That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I
came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got
home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away
before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told
her, laughing.
She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the
tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out
for me, and of course I followed.
"Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost
for words.
"What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told
her.
She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I
always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt
open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to
find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and
let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my
underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew
it, you bastard. Look at that."
I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was
certainly standing tall and making me proud.
She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after
all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I
just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up
and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second,
sucking me deep and then releasing me.
That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot
my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she
helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still
dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me
pull my jeans back up.
"If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying
reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away
from my belt and finished straightening me out herself.
"Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't
work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from
Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but
that's a different story.
We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly
of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave
shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door.
Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind
me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything."
"Amen," said Jack.
"What?" I asked.
"After how you treated her after our first date, I was
certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained.
"Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said
that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I
mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad."
"I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before,
and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and
avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she
understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't
know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them.
"Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that,
when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?"
Tommy pointed out.
"Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last.
But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered
"I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your
back." Jack added.
We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit
to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she
could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on
that chance.
The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's.
It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning
practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida
summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school
and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from
Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up
a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her
house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way
over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room
with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and
drinks.
Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as
well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured
tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost
explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She
lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and
suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us.
She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and
Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in
on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre
game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri.
Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being
transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a
birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped
she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we
play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but
wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone.
We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't
miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran
up to her and had hugs all around.
"I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us
with a pout.
"Damn," was all I could say.
So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the
changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some
drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught
up.
"Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I
know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer
I went home every evening and dreamed of you."
"Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted.
"We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to
my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at
least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it
eagerly. Finally she released me.
"I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the
next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I
kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was
going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me.
"I Still dream about you sometimes."
All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together
sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked
like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that
commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort.
Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy
of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri.
It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his
house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the
quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and
Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let
them slip through my fingers.
We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were
running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got
out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove
past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake.
At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at
6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even
walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms
were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off
of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower.
I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in
their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was
dressed.
When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave
me a big hug.
"I can't believe you're here! You're looking
good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over.
"Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say.
She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and
this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman.
"Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a
second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you."
"I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back
into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain.
I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she
poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open
and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least
that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since
then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened
into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away,
the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a
cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was
using Sheri's bathroom.
I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry,
wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several
music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy
with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make
the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from
apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join
everyone else just a few minutes later.
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His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever.
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After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home
for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody
who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand
my desire to get to somewhere warmer.
For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a
military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago,
Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It
was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old
school mates for the Holidays.
We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel
space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down
to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made
a loop through Latin America.
After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long
bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel
orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby
list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas
Day, but better late than never.
With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the
question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could
get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing
to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling,
eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then
Lima, and finally Santiago.
After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away
from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to
Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left
early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly
empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do
for Christmas?
Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight
listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida.
"When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I
asked the airman behind the desk.
"In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You
want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump.
I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and
still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I
could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than
sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days.
"Please," I told him, "but hold my space for
Santiago. I'll be back for that flight."
I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in
Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me
back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning
would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight
the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using
the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college.
I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents.
I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be
short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but
would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would
be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my
father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the
expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least
I had a plan.
Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an
announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas,
with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit
melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it.
So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on
December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends
nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal
debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with
their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of
them.
Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a
big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real
deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was
pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished
the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and
would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would
be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be
crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of
that who knew if they had anyone else in tow?
Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off
family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who
was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year
behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be
around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room,
and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush
on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her.
Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus.
Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from
memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I
would have really felt uncomfortable.
Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of
saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me
straight back down memory lane.
"Hee-ello," he answered.
"Tommy! Guess who?" I asked.
I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable,
since he didn't hesitate a second.
"Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He
answered eagerly.
It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat
voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me.
"Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a
bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told
him.
"What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked.
"I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on
the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw
an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best."
I explained.
"That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great
that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with
us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom
would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip
home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He
did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply.
"Don't you think you should check?" I laughed.
A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a
shouted conversation.
"Mom! Guess Who's In Town."
"No, Not Greg."
"No, Go Ahead Guess."
"Guess Again."
"Ok, Ok - Steve."
"Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til
Christmas Day."
"Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get
Him."
"I Will."
"Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will."
I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and
almost missed it when he came back on.
"Where should I pick you up?" He asked.
"The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?"
I answered.
"Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!"
I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better
than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about
20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the
place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get
nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles
from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as
friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I
wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly
eating my way through my meager funds.
When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten
rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now
driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar.
We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the
trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history.
When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about
once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the
beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific
writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every
one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and
a surprise call maybe once a year.
I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had
graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about
it.
Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who
was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more
detail about what I'd been up to.
"So," he asked, "Got a girl?"
"Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas
ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted.
"Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter,
every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that
long." He teased.
"I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty
long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued.
"Oh! Six Months!" He laughed.
"How about you then," I asked in defense.
"Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked.
"Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much
better." I teased.
"Oh really? Like how?"
"Like me!" I laughed.
"Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think
about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well.
"Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back.
I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock
in the arm.
We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the
same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof
lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who
says you can't go back?
"Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed,
and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to
do tomorrow anyway."
We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy
stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to
sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to
get settled.
Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an
early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn.
Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already
chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to
ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the
pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family.
Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but
more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in
stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again
before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but
not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her
about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a
Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my
car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time
I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we
could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things
were comfortable.
Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in
girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years
older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about.
The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger
than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And
she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting
all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had
chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so
infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more
trouble than I needed.
When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see
Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and
we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy.
We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our
first band, Jack was our bassist.
At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to
relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With
Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums
we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles,
and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the
Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our
friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents
even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves
Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we
had our first birthday party gig.
Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was
now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He
reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone
with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who
was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out
with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and
almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been
a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne
had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis
had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had
the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working
for Suzanne's father.
While we were visiting, several friends dropped in,
including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the
stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a
beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl
I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found
out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an
odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there.
Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a
total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high
enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the
back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial
school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all
rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out,
and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent
"hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk
the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less
frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we
cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her
breast through her sweater.
Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat
in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and
nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more
intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into
the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed
she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more
confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened?
As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was
scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched
underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided
her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone
thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders,
with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at
the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I
was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she
was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept."
After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her
best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we
shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky
looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed
schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the
following year, before moving to Santiago.
Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together
and finally had a few minutes alone.
"You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for
being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry."
She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look.
"You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to
sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart."
"I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a
girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in
school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd
overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down
underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular
bench around it.
"You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy,
and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun.
Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I
felt even worse.
"I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry
with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted.
"He was nice to me when I needed it."
"But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the
only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her.
"He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and
when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was
wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed.
That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me
think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist.
"You know, that was one of the most memorable moments
in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I
should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and
Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were
so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in
mine. Her palm was moist.
"You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with
the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl
wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a
date. I was hoping you knew."
We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those
feelings.
"Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on
your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out
the door." I told her, half serious.
"As I recall, you professed your love for me that
evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked
grin.
I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask
forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized
about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I
hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred
in back then."
"If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It
could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had
moved close and was speaking softly.
"And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked
up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up
any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking
her hair.
"I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you
certainly blew that one."
We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling
strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep
burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips
with mine.
She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with
every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her
incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first
caress of her nipple from so many years earlier.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke
apart. Her eyes glistened.
"I've got a boyfriend." She confessed.
I nodded understanding.
"If I didn't?"
I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips.
"I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss."
We just sat side by side a minute, in silence.
"You know," she said softly, "what you did to
me that night, that was part of the problem."
"I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I
said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken.
"No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you
made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the
first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your
fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to
do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering
that first night.
"That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I
came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got
home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away
before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told
her, laughing.
She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the
tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out
for me, and of course I followed.
"Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost
for words.
"What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told
her.
She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I
always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt
open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to
find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and
let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my
underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew
it, you bastard. Look at that."
I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was
certainly standing tall and making me proud.
She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after
all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I
just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up
and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second,
sucking me deep and then releasing me.
That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot
my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she
helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still
dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me
pull my jeans back up.
"If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying
reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away
from my belt and finished straightening me out herself.
"Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't
work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from
Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but
that's a different story.
We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly
of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave
shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door.
Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind
me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything."
"Amen," said Jack.
"What?" I asked.
"After how you treated her after our first date, I was
certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained.
"Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said
that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I
mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad."
"I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before,
and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and
avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she
understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't
know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them.
"Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that,
when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?"
Tommy pointed out.
"Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last.
But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered
"I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your
back." Jack added.
We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit
to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she
could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on
that chance.
The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's.
It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning
practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida
summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school
and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from
Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up
a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her
house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way
over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room
with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and
drinks.
Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as
well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured
tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost
explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She
lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and
suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us.
She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and
Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in
on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre
game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri.
Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being
transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a
birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped
she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we
play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but
wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone.
We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't
miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran
up to her and had hugs all around.
"I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us
with a pout.
"Damn," was all I could say.
So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the
changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some
drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught
up.
"Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I
know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer
I went home every evening and dreamed of you."
"Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted.
"We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to
my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at
least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it
eagerly. Finally she released me.
"I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the
next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I
kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was
going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me.
"I Still dream about you sometimes."
All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together
sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked
like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that
commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort.
Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy
of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri.
It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his
house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the
quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and
Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let
them slip through my fingers.
We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were
running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got
out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove
past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake.
At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at
6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even
walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms
were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off
of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower.
I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in
their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was
dressed.
When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave
me a big hug.
"I can't believe you're here! You're looking
good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over.
"Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say.
She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and
this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman.
"Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a
second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you."
"I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back
into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain.
I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she
poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open
and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least
that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since
then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened
into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away,
the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a
cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was
using Sheri's bathroom.
I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry,
wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several
music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy
with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make
the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from
apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join
everyone else just a few minutes later.
To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica
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