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One Spring Day - Prologue
by Tendal Braxis
I first met Larry the previous fall just after Labor Day. He
was sitting on the seawall in Mission Beach playing a game of chess by
himself. Larry was in his mid 30s, about 6ft tall, long curly blond hair
and a big-dangling earring in his left ear. I was off duty and it
was the weekend and I was bored so I had gone to the beach looking for
some pussy (It's what sailors do when they have none waiting for them LOL).
I play chess myself and took a look at the position on the board for a
minute...Larry looked up and asked which side had the better position and
which side I thought would win. I was frank and told him that black was
in a better position but that white would win because he was playing himself.
My answer intrigued him...he asked why. I told him that it’s the nature
of the game when you play as your own opponent. Larry laughed and thought
a minute and agreed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint
and lit it and passed it to me and asked if I wanted to come to his place
for a game. I agreed. He lived less than 100 ft from where we were standing.
A rented 2 floor square house set facing the beach across an empty lot.
We played 3 games; he soundly beat me all three times. As we sat there
discussing the games, Sherri came in from outside wearing a bright red
tiny bikini bottom and a cropped sweatshirt from UCSD with the sleeves
cut off. She said hello to me and kissed her father rather more passionately
than was appropriate and then sat cross-legged on the couch and listened
to the conversation for a couple minutes before asking me if I would play
a game with her. I agreed, the pieces were set and the game began. A short
while later, Sharon drove up in their white caddy convertible (we could
see her drive up and park through the front window). Larry introduced me
to her and after exchanging pleasantries, she turned and went to the kitchen
and began preparing supper. As the game ended (yes the girl trounced my
butt worse than her father did), Sharon stepped back into the living room
and asked if I would join them for dinner telling me that they were strict
vegetarians. I agreed and the meal was interesting... I had been
raised in the Midwest and a meal just wasn't a meal without meat on the
table. I stayed there for hours talking with them, learning a bit
about them as a family and individually. By the time I left to catch the
last bus back to San Diego that connected with the last bus going to the
Amphibious warfare school we had become fast friends. I became a
frequent visitor to their home and spent many a pleasant night there sleeping
in their son's bedroom (He was up north on their property in Stockton tending
their marijuana harvest and it was cured and time to manicure it for sale).
I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with them, and on new years eve, was
invited into bed with Larry and Sharon for the first time...I became a
regular visitor to that room as well. One day, when I arrived
I found the place in an uproar; Sharon was yelling at Larry, Larry was
yelling at Sherri and Sherri was sitting on the couch sobbing uncontrollably.
Turned out Sherri had missed her period, twice....she had been taken to
the clinic for a pregnancy test and the rabbit died..she was knocked up.
Everyone was blaming themselves as to whose fault it was that their little
girl was no longer a little girl but a 13 year old pregnant teen. It took
me about an hour to get them both settled down and to realize that whose'
fault it was irrelevant and that what was needed was rational thought
and common sense. Sherri sat silently through all this, tears rolling down
her cheeks. When there was finally a moment of silence, I turned to Sherri
and asked what her plans were, abortion, adoption, or keep the baby.
Sherri looked back and forth between her parents seemingly looking for
an answer but they were stonefaced, silently waiting for her response.
Finally, she turned to me and said that she felt that her only viable option
was an abortion. Larry and Sharon questioned her closely for her reasons
and agreed so an appointment was set up at the clinic for the next day.
I spent the night there that night and about 3 am, was awakened by a very
light tapping on the door. The door cracked open a bit and Sherri asked
if she could come in and talk to me. I agreed and she slipped into the
darkened room and sat on the bed next to me and said she couldn't sleep
and that she was scared about the abortion and began to cry again. I took
the girl into my arms and discovered that she, like me was nude. I sat
stroking her hair making comforting sounds, I really don’t remember what
all I said but one thing led to another and she wound up spending the night
in her brothers bed with me. No I didn’t have sex with her then... that
came a bit later. We were awakened the next morning by a loud crash.
Sherri, realizing where she was jumped out of bed and darted out and down
the hall about 10 seconds before her parents came running down the stairs
to see what had happened (a car had ploughed into a light pole about 15
feet from the house). We were all up and looking out the window when we
all seemed to realize that every one of us was nude. Daily activities began
breakfast showers etc but no one seemed interested in getting dressed.
At about 10am, it was time for Sherri to go to the clinic. When she came
out of her room dressed, she floored the rest of us by asking me to go
with her. Her Mother agreed with some reservations giving me a cold
hard look and raising one eyebrow ala Spock from Star Trek ...I know she
was wondering if I might have been the one who had knocked up her daughter.
After I got Sherri home again and settled on the couch (Back then abortions
were still rather crude affairs and the girl was in considerable pain)
I literally waited on Sherri hand and foot for the rest of the day and
when she was ready for bed, I picked her up and carried her to her room.
Not a comment was made about this by either Sharon or Larry. I got her
undressed and put her to bed and kissed her forehead goodnight and returned
to the living room. I spent the night and the next day there (a Saturday)
taking care of Sherri's every need and want. By Sunday she was feeling
pretty much her old self and was up and moving around without much pain.
Over the next 5 weeks before her birthday Sherri and I spent a great deal
of time together, I was there as often as I could get away from the base.
At one point, Larry and Sharon both talked to me of their concerns about
the rapidly deepening relationship that was developing between Sherri and
me. At the time, it was all still an innocent friendship but that changed
on the night before her 14th birthday. Since the doctor had told Sherri
no sex for 6 weeks so that she would have time to heal and her now prescribed
birth control pills to take effect, Sherri had been transferring all her
pent up sexual energy to our friendship. That night, Larry broke
out his stash of Quaaludes and split one with Sharon and announced they
were going up to fuck their brains out. He handed a second 'lude
to Sherri and told her to split it with me and have fun and he would see
us in the morning. We split the 'lude after they went up, smoked a joint
and then Sherri announced that she was ready for bed. She stood up
and stretched and then leaned over and kissed my ear running her tongue
around it causing me to moan. She took my hand and said let's go to bed.
We made love 3 times that night. I performed cunnilingus on her (a
first for her) took her anally once and vaginally twice. The story
begins the next morning. Now you know why I didn't add all this background
info to the story, it's long and dry and little of interest occurred other
than the occasional threesome with Larry and Sharon. As to what parts of
the story are true and what parts are not..... I'll let you wonder about
that.
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