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Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Seven
By Thor4u <thor4u@my-deja.com>
After the confrontation with Cassie, Kim and I nervously waited for some
sign. Mom, of course, was even more frantic than we were. But nothing
happened. We figured that Brenda would give us some indication whether
anything had changed.
Kim and I talked back and forth each night on the phone about what to do
next. I came up with the idea that, since Brenda had vented to me and told
me the lawyer was going to be out of town for two weeks, I could approach
her as that deadline approached and plead with her not to call the lawyer.
I thought her reaction would tell me something.
Kim came home that fateful weekend. The lawyer was due to return on Monday
from his ski trip.
Finally, the moment had arrived when we could wait no more. We alerted Mom
to be prepared to rush in and pick up the pieces. I called Brenda with Kim
listening on an extension and Mom pacing nervously nearby.
Cassie answered the phone. "Oh hi, Jase! How are you?" She sang
cheerfully. This was not expected. When I asked for her mother, she
happily called "Mommy...it's Jason!"
"Hi Jason...to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Brenda asked. She
was happy! There was no mistaking it...you could hear it in her voice.
"Well, I was just wondering how you were doing...you know...just calling my
favorite 'Aunt Brenda' to be sure everything was okay."
"Everything is fine, Jason." Brenda answered. I could hear a little
teasing in her voice. It sounded wonderful. "But I don't think that's what
you really called for, is it sweetie? I think you really called to find
out how my sex life is..."
"Well...not exactly, but now that you seem so happy about it, how is your
sex life, Brenda?"
"Never been better! My sex life is just fine, Jase...really. Paul and I
have made an amazing turnaround." And then, in a conspiratorial whisper,
"Really, Jase...Paul has been a tiger for the last week. Something just
happened to him, and he went nuts! I haven't been able to keep him off me
for a week! I know Cass had something to do with it -- she must have told
him I've been lonely and depressed, but whatever happened, I'm loving it!"
This phone conversation went on for a few happy minutes and we said
goodbye. It was confirmed the next day when Mom and Brenda went shopping
together and Brenda wouldn't shut up about the frequency and quality of the
sex she was getting. It was no bullshit...Brenda and Paul were back
together.
**********
After about another month of marital bliss at Brenda's house, we all really
began to relax and get back to normal.
But nothing stays normal forever, and my life was no different. One
evening Brenda called and spent about 15 minutes on the phone saying the
sweetest things about how much I meant to her, how I had helped her through
such a tough time, what a trusted friend I was, etc. Just when I began to
get a little suspicious and defensive, she laughed and said she wasn't
trying to get in my pants.
But then she told me the real reason she called. She wanted me to escort
Cassie to our school's prom, which was two weeks away. Cassie, a junior,
was a member of the prom queen's court and needed a date. But she didn't
have a date, and didn't think she could ask anyone without them getting the
wrong idea. Brenda said she was sure Cass was still a virgin, and was
scared of boys generally but felt safe with me.
I almost laughed out loud, but I stifled myself. I wasn't planning to go
to the prom, being a sophomore. But, in this invitation, I saw an
opportunity to help Cassie out (which I wanted to do since she had done the
right thing for Brenda somehow) and also quiet some of the "what the hell
is wrong with you that you don't date" talk from my friends. They all
considered Cassie hot as hell, but untouchable.
So I said yes, as long as everybody understood that I was escorting a
member of the court to the prom, not asking Cassie out on a date. I
specifically stipulated that it would be a one-time occurrence. Brenda
agreed and put Cass on the phone. We talked awkwardly, but she was very
happy with the agreement. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend at all, but
was also under "why don't you date" pressure from her friends. So it was
agreed.
I called Kim immediately and told her of the agreement. The bad cop was
not pleased and I got my ass royally chewed. But it was too late to do
anything about it. I had agreed and I couldn't back out now. We changed
the subject and talked about Kim/Jason things, but there was a chill over
thing between us until Kim came home that weekend.
Kim and I had a normal weekend. We fought over the "date" with Cassie, but
we made up and I think I pretty well convinced Kim that it would be
strictly platonic. I promised to be home by 1 AM, and resented making that
promise as soon as I said it. Kim said that wasn't necessary, but she said
it in a way that let me know that she would be there waiting and expected
me to be on time. Kim and I were still friends and lovers, but there was
tension evident all weekend.
During the week leading to the prom, Kim acted like a bitch. There was a
point during that week when I almost said this just isn't worth it and
canceled the date with Cassie. I hate to fight with Kim...about anything.
But the more I thought about it, the more I believed this was an issue to
fight about. This was a harmless thing and Kim was behaving like a
selfish, spoiled brat. I was surprised by her reaction. On Monday, she
made the usual after dinner/ before studying call, but it was short and not
very close. The brevity of the call was not unusual for a Monday when we
had been together all weekend, but the distance between us was certainly
unusual. She didn't call at all to say goodnight. Finally, I called her
about 1 AM to say goodnight. She said she had still been studying, but I
could tell from her voice that I woke her up. On Tuesday, she didn't call
at all. I called her about 10 PM, chatted for a few minutes and then said
goodnight. On Wednesday, Kim didn't call and neither did I. On Thursday,
I went to the library to work on a term paper for school and stayed until
it closed at 10 PM. I timed that trip perfectly, Kim called just after I
left and again a half-hour before I came home. I didn't return either
call.
On Friday, having not spoken to Kim since Tuesday, I had no idea whether
she was coming home for the weekend or not. She didn't show up on Friday
afternoon, despite the fact that her last class ended at 12:45 PM and it
was only a little over an hour drive to our house.
Kim finally showed up about 11 AM on Saturday morning. Jack and I were out
picking up my tux when she arrived. Both Jack and Mom knew there was a big
conflict going on between Kim and I, but neither ever mentioned it.
Kim was sitting down by the pool, talking to Mom when I got home. As soon
as Mom saw we were home, she came running to the house to marvel at my tux
and babble about how handsome I was going to look. Kim stayed at the pool
and neither Mom nor Jack suggested that I go talk to her. I didn't. I
avoided Kim the rest of the afternoon, which is not easy to do when you're
in the same house, but she was avoiding me too, so we pulled it off. I
loved Kim with all my heart, but I was not going to be the one to yield
this time. I had no intention of breaking up with Kim, but I was tired of
being treated like a kid.
I dressed in my room with Mom's expert help. Kim was never mentioned. Mom
took special care with my hair, just like she had on the cruise ship, and
pronounced me the most handsome man in the world when she was finished. It
was almost time to go when she sat me down for a serious talk.
"Jason, you look very handsome. I'm so proud of what a fine young man you
have grown into. You are really going to be a great catch for some lucky
woman some day," Mom began.
"I've already been caught, Mom," I corrected her, reminding her that I
loved Kim deeply without starting a discussion about our conflict.
"Hooked maybe, but you haven't been landed yet, tiger! But that's not my
point," Mom continued. "I don't want to interfere in your life, but I
reserve the right to butt in if I think there is something that needs to be
said. And something needs to be said right now. It's not about Kim."
I was relieved to hear that!
"Your date tonight is not some sweet high school girl. She is a piranha,
Jase," Mom continued. "She is a devious, conniving, manipulative little
slut. Don't you ever forget that."
"I won't Mom, but don't you forget either -- whatever her transgressions --
Cassie is the one who somehow got Brenda and Paul back together."
"I know that, honey...but she is also the one who almost ruined their
family. She is the one who was having sex with her father, Jase!"
There was no good way to say this, so I just said it as gently as I could,
"Just like you and me, Mom. Just like you and me."
"JASON!" Mom exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "That was completely
different! That was an accident. It never happened again, and it never
will, so help me God! It is NOT the same thing."
"Do you regret it, Mom?"
"Yes! No! Aw shit, Jase, I don't know! I don't think I would trade that
afternoon for anything, but it was a terrible mistake and it could have
ruined OUR family. Don't you see that?"
"Of course I do, Mom. I loved that afternoon. I'll always treasure it,
and I'll never tell anyone about it. It is our sacred secret. But I also
realize it was wrong -- not just legally wrong, but emotionally wrong for
you and me. I never want to do that again...although I must admit it was
absolutely wonderful.
"But don't you see?" I continued, "Cassie and Paul are not that different
from us. We (really you) just had enough sense to immediately recognize
how dangerous it was and put a stop to it. They didn't. They got carried
away, and probably wouldn't have stopped until they destroyed everything
they had. But it's a difference of degree, Mom...not a difference of kind.
All I'm saying is let's don't be too eager to call the kettle black. Paul,
Brenda, and Cassie -- warts and all -- have been our friends for a long
time, and they will be for a long time in the future. We need to let them
start over without us being judgmental."
When I finished my little sermon, Mom was beaming. "Oh Jason...you make me
so proud! You are getting so mature, and so wise. You're right, of course.
We need to support them, not judge them. But Jase...remember...Cassie is
still a little snake. Watch yourself. Don't let her put you in a
situation where you could get hurt. Please."
I agreed. Then it was time to go. As I walked through the house for Mom to
drive me over to Cassie's house, Kim was waiting for me in the living room.
We hadn't spoken since Tuesday.
"Wow! Look at this stud!" Kim laughed. She was trying to take the edge
off. "Jase, you look very, VERY handsome!"
"Thanks Kim," I said.
"Have a great time, Jase...really." Kim said. She was being sincere, but
I could see the worry in her eyes. She wasn't mad anymore...she was
scared!
"Thanks...I'll see you when I get home," I said, marveling at my clever
parsing of words. That reply could have meant almost anything. (I love
you and want to make love to you. If you're still up when I get home, we
can have a good fight...asshole. I'm getting laid tonight and won't be
home until sunup, but we can talk tomorrow afternoon.) It could mean
anything.
"Good, Jase." Kim replied, with a sly smile on her face. Ooops...the
future lawyer could parse a phrase too. What the hell did that mean?
(Bring it on? Kiss my ass?) Who knows?
Kim gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, and Mom and I left.
THE PROM
Mom dropped me off at Cassie's house. There was the usual uproar as Mom
proudly displayed her handsome son like a lamb being led to the slaughter,
and Brenda fussed over me too much, hugging me tightly, almost
suggestively. I think Brenda might have done me right on the spot.
Then Cass came out, and she was absolutely lovely. We posed for the
obligatory pictures, endured all the bad jokes, and then left.
Cass drove her Dad's car, a big Cadillac. I noted apprehensively that
there was enough room in the back seat for a gang bang, but Cass quickly
ended any speculation along those lines.
"Jason...I want to get something straight. You are my escort, like we
agreed...not a date. We are going to dance and have a good time, but we
are not going to make out, and we are definitely NOT going to have any kind
of sex. Agree?"
"Yep...I wrote that contract, remember?" I responded.
"Good!" Cass slapped me on the knee as she drove. "Then let's go have some
fun, stud!"
And we did. You have to remember that Cass and I had known each other
almost from infancy. We live not far apart and went to kindergarten,
elementary school, middle school, and high school together. In addition,
our parents are best friends and our two families have been inseparable for
as long as I can remember. Cassie was an airhead, and I had always been
the "little kid" to her, but we still liked each other. We had always been
friends, despite our differences. So, the trauma we had recently been
through notwithstanding, we knew each other very well and were very
comfortable with each other. Within the limits we had set for the evening,
we trusted each other completely. With the normal pressure of will
we/won't we relieved by our "contract," Cass and I just relaxed and had a
good time. I take that back -- we had a GREAT time.
We sat at a table with the other members of the Prom Queen's Court,
including the beautiful lady herself. All of the court members wore
identical formal gowns, and those gowns were selected to be pretty, but not
to upstage the queen. The queen really was a beautiful girl, and her
spectacular dress made her the focus of the entire evening. She was going
away to college at Florida State in a few weeks, and this was her last
glorious evening as a kid.
But the loveliest, most poised, most vivacious, and happiest young woman at
the table was Cassie. I was amazed, and frankly, dazzled. We made a
good-looking couple, and with the pressure off, we were both at-ease,
witty, and fun-loving. We talked and joked and laughed all night.
We also danced until we almost dropped. As you may remember, on the cruise
Cass, Kim and I had spent a lot of time in the ship's disco early in the
trip. And Cass and I had danced quite a bit then, but only to fast songs.
Cass is a very good dancer, and I was used to dancing with her, so we had a
good time at the prom. A lot of the other kids were surprised at the way
we danced more at me than Cass, I guess. We really rocked.
But slow songs were another matter. As you know, Cass didn't date. And
really, most of the slow dancing she had done was the drunken
bump-and-grind with her father on the cruise ship.
Cassie didn't really know how to dance slow. All she knew was to put both
of her arms around the guy's neck and hang on.
Which was not so bad, mind you. You see, I was 6'1", even at 15, and Cass
was only about 5'4", so she had to stand on her tip-toes to get her arms
around my neck. She literally just hung there, and that pressed her
delicious little body tightly into mine. Cass is not big-busted like her
mother, so there was nothing in the way to create separation between our
bodies. She stuck to me like glue.
*******
As they danced that evening, Cassie was surprised by how different it felt
dancing with Jason, compared to her father. For one thing, Jason was a
full five inches taller than her dad, so she really had to stretch out just
to get her arms around his neck. But she immediately noticed another
difference -- where her father had been flabby and soft, Jason (almost 30
years younger and very athletic) was solid muscle. She could feel his
physical strength, even though he wasn't squeezing her tight. And when
they bumped other couples on the dance floor, Jason didn't stumble like her
dad. The other couple bounced off like they had run into a stone pillar.
But the main thing Cassie noticed -- Cassie being Cassie, and all -- was
Jason's cock. It popped up the very first time they danced slow...and it
felt wonderful! The locker room stories Cass had heard and spread were
true! Jason was really hung!
As the evening wore on, the band played fewer and fewer rock songs and more
and more ballads. So Jason and Cassie danced close together almost every
dance. Cass didn't come on to Jason, and neither did he, but they both
expressed how nice the other's body felt. Cass even told Jason his cock
felt wonderful against her crotch, and that he had a "nice package." They
joked suggestively, but it was all in good fun. There was a lot of
closeness and pressing, but no humping on the dance floor.
*********
After the very first slow dance I realized why rented tuxes have those
ugly, baggy pants! It's to hide your hardon when you dance with a babe
like Cassie! I was rock-hard all night. After the first few dances, my
big cock never relaxed. It stayed hard so long, it was aching by the time
we left the prom. But we were both cool about it. Cassie complimented me,
and we joked around about how good things felt, but we behaved.
When we pulled out of the parking lot of the hotel, a little after 11:30
PM, Cassie asked what I wanted to do. Most of the kids were going over to
the beach for all- night parties, either on the beach itself or in
beachfront hotels. We had already decided we were not going to join those
drunken, druggy orgies.
"I don't know, Cass...I thought we were just going home," I said.
"We can do that, if that's what you want, Jase," Cassie replied. "But while
I was dancing with you, and feeling that big lump between my legs, I was
thinking about our 'contract.'"
You know, Gentle Reader...piranhas are small but vicious fish. They
usually hunt in large schools, and a big school can supposedly strip all
the flesh off a cow in a matter of seconds. But even a lone piranha can be
very dangerous. They have dozens of razor-sharp teeth. They are silent,
but fast, powerful swimmers. In a school, they churn the water to a bloody
froth. But even one can stir the water. I saw ripples.
"What do you mean, Cass?" I asked, acting dumb (with great skill, I might
add).
"Do you want to go someplace quite for awhile, Jase? Do you want to fuck
me? I'd love to suck you and fuck you tonight...you made me so horny on
that frigging dance floor!"
"No. Sorry, Cass. I really don't." I replied. She must think I'm nuts,
or queer, or something, I thought.
"What the hell is the matter with you, Jason? I'm a hell of a hot little
woman tonight, you've even said so yourself! Are you afraid of sex? I
know you're a virgin, Jase, but shit, we all have to start sometime! I
won't bite you!"
"I'm not afraid of sex, Cassie. I just don't want to have sex with you," I
said, trying not to make it sound any worse than it was. I thought about
mentioning her dad, but held that in reserve. We had enjoyed a very nice
evening together; I didn't want to ruin it.
"Okay, Jase..." Cassie sighed. "But you don't know what you're
missing...this is prime stuff over here, babe. If you change your mind --
tonight, or ever -- you let me know."
"Okay, I will." I said with relief.
"And Jase...?"
"Yes?"
"I had a really wonderful, wonderful time! Thank you so much!" Cassie
flashed me a broad, honestly happy smile. She was disappointed, but she
was still happy with her first prom.
"Any time, Cass. I had a really great time too."
Cass headed the big Cadillac toward my house. As we turned down my street,
she asked me one last time if I had changed my mind. I said no. Cass
walked me to the door, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and then drove
home.
********
When Cassie returned home a little after midnight, she found her father
watching TV in the family room. Brenda was asleep upstairs, exhausted from
the effort of getting Cassie ready for the prom and then fucking Paul for
three solid hours after she left.
"Hi sweetheart. You're home early...is everything okay?"
"Hi Dad! Yes...we had a really, really great time. Jason was so fun! We
danced until we couldn't dance any more."
"Is that a touch of romance I feel in the air?" Paul asked happily.
"No. Just good friends. That's all either one of us wants." Cassie
replied.
"Well, I'm glad you had a good time, honey. I was just headed to bed. Are
you ready to go up, or do you want to talk for a while."
"No, actually Daddy, I want to fuck for awhile. Jason has a cock like a
telephone pole and he made me so wet, I just have to have some good
Daddy-lovin!"
"Ummm...we'll have to be quiet...don't want to wake Mommy up. And your
mother and I had quite a session already tonight, I'm not sure how much
good I'll be to you."
"Well, Daddy...if your sweet cock is tired, you can always lick me! You
know how I love that!"
So Cassie, the sweet, sexy little 16 year-old slut, laid down on the family
room couch, still in her gown in case Brenda woke up unexpectedly, and her
loving father happily lapped her juicy cunt for about ten minutes. Paul
was slow and deliberate, just the way Cassie liked to be eaten. She really
was hot -- Thank you, Jason! -- and it was some of the best pussy Paul had
ever eaten. Right before he made her explode, Paul lifted up, lifted his
index finger to his lips and made the "shh" gesture to remind her not to
cry out. Cassie nodded and winked. Then Paul returned to her eager pussy
and sucked her swollen clit until his lovely daughter erupted in a big
orgasm.
By the time Cassie came, Paul was not tired any more. He let her regain
her breath and then lowered himself on her and slid his average-sized dick
into her now sloppy-wet pussy. They fucked, easy and hard, for about an
hour. Cassie climaxed twice more -- once small, and the last one huge as
Paul pounded her hot pussy doggy-style. Paul didn't cum. He was saving
it.
"Come here, pumpkin...blow Daddy," Paul whispered.
And she did. Cassie was developing into one of the finest cocksuckers Paul
had ever known. Only Brenda could compare, and it was really a tossup
between the two. No matter how much sex Paul had in a particular day (and
he was getting a bunch of sex now!), either one of them could always make
him cum by sucking him off. They were both absolutely incredible!
So Cassie quietly sucked her father's cock while her mother slept upstairs.
It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Cassie had
manipulated her big crisis so that she could have her Daddy and eat him
too.
***********
When I let myself in the house, I saw the light on in the family room. I
walked in and found Kim reading a book. She was wearing a house robe that
she sometimes wore when she was just hanging out alone.
"Hi Jase." Kim said quietly.
"Hi."
(We always have stimulating repartee like this when we're fighting.)
"Did you have a good time?"
"No...I had a great time!" I answered.
"Good...but you're home pretty early," Kim said. It was almost a question.
"Well, that was the plan, you know. But in addition, we just danced
ourselves to exhaustion. We didn't want to join any of the beach
craziness, so we just came home," I explained.
"Hmmm. Well, you could have at least invited Cassie in for a Coke or a
piece of pie or something. That would have been the polite thing to do."
"Yeah...I could have, but I didn't," I said nonchantlantly. I had no
intention of revealing Cassie's proposed amendment to the "contract."
"Oh well...so...what do you want to do now?" Kim asked. Her eyes were sad,
despite the fact that she was happy I had come home so early.
"I don't know," I answered. "Wanna get married?"
"Sure," Kim grinned, "but not tonight. I want a BIG damn wedding, one that
will take a year to plan, at least!."
All of a sudden, this wasn't word play anymore. Neither of us had ever
thought about marriage before. We had never mentioned the word.
"I'm serious, Kim," I said.
"So am I, Ellbee...I want a big damn wedding!" The future lawyer could
have been parsing words again, but I knew she wasn't. I knew exactly what
she meant.
Kim stood up and walked over to me. As she walked, she shed the simple,
ordinary robe she was wearing. Under the robe was the sexiest, most
provocative negligee I had ever seen. I'm not going to try to describe it,
because it was just indescribable. It took my breath away.
"Before the wedding, though...I think we need to get Kimmy and Ellbee
back," Kim said softly.
"Oh...they're back. They've never been away. This has just been a
speed-bump on the road of life." I mused philosophically.
"Oh...you mean like a hemmroid in a faggots ass? It itches and it hurts,
but it's not what you really need to worry about? Is that what you mean?"
Kim was laughing for the first time in a week.
"Oh you silver-tongued devil! You really should go to law school! You are
an absolute natural with the English language!"
"Oh yeah? Wanna hear it en Espanol? Maria has been coaching me!"
"Naw, spare me. Please!" As we laughed at each other, I grabbed my sexy
sister and pulled her tight against me.
Kim looked in the mirror on the family room wall and said, "Damn Ellbee!
Look at us! You all spiffy and handsome, looking like a million dollars in
your tux...and me looking like a $20 whore in this negligee!"
"Hey! Don't talk like that about the woman I love! You don't look like a
$20 whore! You look like a $1,000 whore!" We both started to laugh as we
hugged and looked at the ridiculous scene in the mirror.
"You know, big boy, you can get a lot of lovin' for a thousand bucks?" Kim
teased.
"I wouldn't know -- I never pay for pussy," I said gallantly, telling man's
universal lie.
"Well you should try it sometime...us whores have some serious skills,
babe!"
"Can I owe you?" I teased.
"You mean do me now and pay me later? Sure honey...that's us whore's big
plan! You think you never pay for pussy, but the truth is, you pay for it
for a lifetime." Kim giggled.
"A lifetime sounds like a bargain to me..." I said.
"Oh...so you like my little outfit, then?" Kim teased.
"Yes, but that's not what I was talking about. I meant a lifetime with you
sounds pretty palatable." I answered honestly.
"Palatable?? Palatable, Ellbee? When did you start using words like
'palatable?'" Kim chided. "Talk about silver-tongued devils! By the way,
smart ass...do you know what that word means?"
"Yes...it means tasty, delicious...just like you look." I answered.
"Good! Let's try another one -- edible...e-d-i-b-l-e...edible. Define
that and use it in a sentence, smarty-pants."
"It means...uh...edible. It means you can eat it, digestible. Use it in a
sentence...lemme see," I stalled trying to think of the perfect sentence.
"Okay...here goes...tell me if this sounds 'palatable.' Edible -- I never
edible...or even a whole cow...but I love to eat your pussy... and I want
to eat it now!"
"HA!!!" Kim laughed. "That's PERFECT!!!"
Then she pulled back from me and pulled the tiny thong away to display her
shaven snatch. "Is this the gourmet delight of which you speak, my love?"
"Yes it is, my dear!"
"Well, that's very sweet of you, sailor, but how do I know you really
UNDERSTAND the meaning of that word. Anybody can memorize a definition and
make up a funny sentence." Kim teased.
"Well...I've eaten you many times before, my sweet. Don't you remember?"
I was taunting her big-time now. "Remember that first night after Mom and
Jack came home from St. Augustine when Jack first found out about us?
Remember how wet and juicy you were...how I just tasted you for about five
minutes before I even stuck my tongue inside you? Remember how I licked
you so slowly...and then sucked your little clitty until you cried big
crocodile tears as you climaxed? Don't you remember, Kimmy?"
"Don't tease me, donkey-dick!!! Put up or shut up!!! Either you eat me
right now or I'm gonna suck your big cock off! Pick your poison!" Kim
laughed.
I dropped to my knees, moved the thong out of the way, and gave Kim a sweet
probing lick, from the bottom of her vagina up to her clit -- just to
signal my selection. Then I took my beautiful sister -- the love of my
life -- in my arms and carried her into "our" room.
We stayed there all night and all day Sunday. We finally came out for
dinner on Sunday with our relieved, happy, and envious parents.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Eight
By Thor4u
Soon the school year was over and Kim was home for the summer. As we
looked back on this last few months, we were thankful for how different
they had been from the semester at "Bama." We had a serious disagreement
over the prom date with Cassie, sure -- but it had been a much easier time
overall.
Kim was planning to go to Miami, to visit Maria Garcia, over Fourth of July
weekend. I had not been invited, for obvious reasons. But other than
that, we had no plans for the summer.
Well, actually...we did have one special event in mind, but we hadn't made
any real plans for it. Our "Anniversary!" We wanted to do something
special, but our situation really limited us. We couldn't just go off to a
hotel somewhere -- we were brother and sister! And we couldn't even go out
to a nice dinner in Jacksonville, either. But, as usual...Mom to the
rescue!
Mom and Jack took us out to a beautiful dinner at a waterfront seafood
restaurant. The food was great, and the company was better. The best
thing about the evening, though, was the love and support of our parents.
They had accepted and acknowledged our love before -- but this anniversary
dinner was another concrete reminder that they would always be there when
we needed them.
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VIVA AMERICA!!!!!!
Kim drove to Miami on Friday, July 2nd . The trip was a lot longer alone
than it had been in that van full of excited cruisers (and one asshole)
last summer. But Maria's directions were very easy to follow.
"Stay on I-95, 'Chica,' until you come to the big sign that says 'Miami
Beach.' Take that exit to the left and you will go over a bridge, right
next to the cruise ships. (Kim remembered seeing that causeway from the
cruise ship). Look for the sign on the left that says 'Star Island.' Take
that road. If you go into Miami Beach, you went too far. Once you get on
the island, take the first road to your right. We're the fourth house on
the right. It's Number 4 Star Island Drive. You can't miss it."
The directions were easy to follow, but the destination was not what Kim
had expected! Actually, when she thought about it later, she didn't
actually have any expectations. But if she had imagined where Maria lived,
she never would have guessed this!
Not that Maria is a peasant or anything, she always dressed beautifully,
but not flashy. And she always seemed to have enough money to get by, but
she never made a show of it. She had a Beemer, but it was a couple of
years old. And she had a lot of poise, a very classy woman...but she
wasn't ostentatious.
Imagine then, Gentle Reader, Kim's surprise as she gave her name to the
armed (yes, I said armed!) guard at the gate of Number 4 Star Island Drive.
And imagine her shock when he immediately recognized it and allowed her
access. Imagine the wonder (tinged with a little fear) as she drove up the
gracefully curving drive, through the manicured lawns, alongside the
perfect gardens, toward the enormous three-story mansion!
By the time Maria ran out into the drive, beaming with excitement at seeing
her 'hermana' (sister), Kim's heart was pounding so hard she almost ran
Maria down.
When Kim got out of the car, Maria smothered her with a huge hug. This was
not a Cuban "embrazzo," this was a big-time I-love-you-girl hug. They
laughed and Kim playfully chided Maria for not telling her anything about
her house. Maria joked back that her family actually lived in the servants
quarters in the rear, but she was obviously kidding.
"Don't worry, Chica! Just plain folks live here. They put their pants on
the same way you do."
"Yeah...maybe. But their pants are Gucci and Versace, not Guess like
mine!" Kim answered.
"In some cases, that will be true. But you know what? Most of them will
look at you and ask why their expensive pants don't look like yours do on
your cute little Gringa butt! So don't be intimidated."
"As a matter of fact, don't even be impressed," Maria continued. "A lot of
the people you will meet this weekend don't have a pot to pee in, Kimmy.
But they are 'La Familia' and they will be here to celebrate the birthday
of this wonderful country of ours."
("...this wonderful country of ours." It was strange to hear someone talk
so easily, and so sincerely, about their love for their country as Maria
just did, and it distracted Kim for a second.)
Maria continued, "And keep in mind that the poor relatives -- to us -- are
just as important and just as welcome as the rich ones. More so, actually,
than some of the rich ones. So relax, cutie...you are gonna be the toast
of Miami!"
Kim did actually feel a little better. At least until they walked into the
expansive marble foyer, with the door held open by the bellman. There were
two men in the foyer. The older, stout Cuban gentleman was showing the
younger, taller man with the English (no, not quite English...Australian
maybe) accent out. They were talking about some kind of lawn problem and
what to do about it.
Kim thought the taller man looked a little familiar. He was tall, thin,
balding, wore wire-rimmed glasses over kind, warm eyes, and he had
pronounced buck teeth. But, he was wearing old jeans and a dirty shirt,
and from the conversation, Kim figured he was probably just a gardener or
landscape person. The men exchanged "embrazzos," (the Cuban hug that says
both hello and goodbye), and walked toward Maria and Kim.
Then -- just as Maria sang out, "Hey Morris...come here, Baby! She's here,
I want to introduce you!" -- it hit Kim!
Holy shit! Holy shit! That's no damn gardener...that's Maurice Gibb of
the frigging BeeGees! No wonder he looked familiar!
"Morris, this is my 'hermana' Kim Martone. And when I call her my sister,
Mister G., you know to be good! Kim, this is our next door neighbor,
Maurice Gibb."
Kim struggled to keep from fainting, or just standing there with her mouth
hanging open. "Hello, Mister Gibb...I...It's wonderful to meet
you...uh...I love your music!" Gawd, how lame!
"Enchanted, Miss Kimberly. My word, Maria, she is INDEED as lovely as you
described. I don't know if I can handle all this beauty under one roof!"
Maurice was flattered by Kim's nervousness, although he was used to it by
now, and he smiled warmly. Then he spoke again, "Might I offer you a
little advice, lovely vision?"
"Yes, of course, gallant Sir." Kim had recovered somewhat, and she liked
this warm man.
"Walk with me, then..." Maurice put his hand on Kim's shoulder and walked
her back outside to a splendid view of the sweeping front yard. There was
nothing forward in his touch, just kindness.
"The first thing you have to do in a setting like this is...get over it.
You will meet some famous people, no doubt, this weekend...and some very
rich ones who are not famous. Remember
something: they fall into two categories.
"Some of them are like me, they started out with nothing, were lucky or
good or both and they ended up wealthy by some standards. By other
standards, we are paupers -- there is always somebody who has a thousand
times more of everything than we have. And in the end, when we die, we
will once again have nothing.
"The other group started out rich. They got it from their parents, and
most of them have devoted their lives to squandering their inheritance.
Unfortunately for us all, most of these boors have too damn much money, and
they can't possibly piss it all away in one lifetime. More's the pity.
"But, lest you cower in fear...remember this. All of us - myself included -
will spend the whole weekend ENVYING YOU! We will envy your youth, and
your energy, and your beauty. WE will be wishing we had what you have! So
relax and enjoy the weekend.
"Another thing, Kim. Your friend Maria is rather something special, and if
she has dubbed you her 'hermana,' you must be very, very special as well.
We've all heard so much about you! 'La Familia' has been beside themselves
all week in anticipation of your arrival. They are wonderful people,
Kim... just concentrate on the inner people and ignore the wealth some of
them have. You'll like the real people inside more anyway. I know this is
a shock and you are nervous, but believe me...they are just as nervous as
you are. They've never had an Anglo member of the family before!"
"What about you, Maurice?" Kim asked.
"Oh no! I'm a neighbor and friend, but I'm not family. Family is a whole
different thing with these people, believe me! "
"Will you be around this weekend, Maurice? I know you're leaving now, but
I'd love to talk to you more."
"Alas, no. We have a concert in Atlanta on the Fourth, so we'll be leaving
soon. But there will be other times. Enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, Maurice...bye." Kim said, as he walked away.
Stunned, but a little more confident, Kim strode back to the door. She was
just reaching for the handle when the door opened magically. The bellman
looked her in the eye and gave her an almost imperceptible head-shake, as
if to say, "Don't do that...it's my job." But his smile was very warm (he
was just trying to cue her to the local rules), and the smile became broad
and happy when Kim thanked him elegantly in Spanish.
Back inside, Kim was immediately introduced to Octavio Garcia, Maria's
father and the undisputed head of "La Familia Garcia." Octavio gave her a
warm embrazzo and welcomed her to his house.
He said, "Mi casa, su casa," which is a typical Spanish welcome (My house
is your house), but his eyes told Kim that he really meant it.
Maria showed Kim to her room and from there the rest of the weekend was one
big blur. The family -- big and little, old and young, wealthy and poor --
was wonderful. Kim felt like she must have passed some kind of test,
because she had never felt so welcome. The family was especially excited
to see how good Kim's Spanish was, and many of them took time to teach her
their favorite "Cubonics" phrases.
Several things stood out this weekend. The first was the incredible
closeness of this huge family. There were more than 400 family members at
the big barbeque on the 4th of July, but they were all close friends!
Another thing was that these were tremendously proud people. Most of them
had come to America with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They
didn't speak English...and some of them still don't. They had no homes.
They had no jobs. But they had three things. They had a blind faith in
the American dream...they had the willingness to work hard, twenty-fours a
day if necessary...and they had their family. They had made it, and many
of them had made it in a big, big way. They were intensely proud of that -
not only of their individual success, but also of the collective
accomplishments of La Familia. (And they had zero tolerance for anyone not
willing to work as hard as they did.)
The third striking fact, not so surprising in light of the second, was that
they were fiercely patriotic people. They were fiercely patriotic Cubans,
certainly, and many longed for the day when they could return to their
homeland. But more than that, they were almost-rabid American patriots.
America had been very good to them, and in their view, could do no wrong.
Any one of them would have given their life in an instant if the situation
called for it.
Kim and her family were good Americans too, but she had never seen such
nationalistic fervor as she felt this weekend. For Kim, the Fourth of July
was a long weekend in the middle of the summer, with watermelon and
fireworks. To La Familia Garcia, it was almost a religious holiday
rivaling Christmas or Easter!
Kim also dispelled some myths she had heard that weekend. One of them was
that Cubans were cliquish and rude. Kim found just the opposite to be
true. She found them to be almost uncomfortably open and warm. It took
some getting used to.
Every minor occasion called for an embrazzo, and every ninth cousin said
hello for thirty seconds and then spent two hours pouring her heart out to
you! They couldn't wait to open up and get close. Maurice had been right
-- wonderful people.
Oh...and did we mention party? Oh my God! These people invented "party!"
The favorite memory Kim carried back home from Miami was the big, BIG party
on the Fourth. There were more than 400 people in attendance, there was
food and drink everywhere, there was music by a big Latin orchestra, there
was dancing, and late in the evening there was a spectacular fireworks show
that stopped traffic on the causeway to the beach.
Within the party, there were two very exciting moments -- dancing with
Maria's Tony, and then watching Maria dance with Tony.
Every Latin male over the age of 3 is the greatest salsa dancer in the
world...at least in his own mind. Tony was no different. The difference
with Tony was that 1) he was gorgeous, much nicer looking than his picture
on Maria's desk in Gainesville indicated, and 2) he really WAS an
exceptional dancer.
After several drinks, Maria made it her mission to get Tony to teach Kim
the Lambada. (You dance the Lambada, right Gentle Reader?). The Lambada
is not a Cuban dance -- it's Brazilian, and it's incredibly hot.
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But first a salsa lesson.
In most Spanish dancing, the couple stands very erect, several feet apart.
A very formal ballroom dancing position is assumed. The upper body is held
very stiff... tall and proud. The only body parts touching are the hands
(man's left arm at a 90 degree angle to the floor holding woman's right
hand, man's right hand in the small of the woman's back to steer her,
woman's left hand on the man's shoulder gently to provide resistance for
steering purposes). This stance is called the "frame," and it is as rigid
as a wood picture frame.
From the waist up, nothing moves. From the waist down, everything moves,
usually in several directions at once. The man is very much in charge, and
he sorta drives the woman around the dance floor. There is nothing
particularly romantic about salsa, it's more of a show-off thing.
There are a number of basic steps, but they all follow a 1-2-3-Pause
pattern. (Bear in mind that this is a FAST song -- the tempo of a rock
song, or faster -- so these movements are quick!) It's pretty difficult,
even for Latins with this stuff in their blood.
The Lambada follows the salsa 1-2-3 pattern, but instead of a pause for the
fourth count, you do a "fly."
It works like this. You wag your ass left-right-left, and your weight is
now all on your left foot. Then, on four, you "fly" your right foot out to
your right side, still keeping your weight on your left foot.
What that "fly" does is actually quite interesting. It causes you to bend
at the knees slightly, lowering yourself a couple of inches, and the wag
back to the right and then back to the left, that accompanies the "fly" is
an exaggerated ass wag. Actually, because of the fly, its almost a
circular ass-wag. You wag completely back into place with your weight
still on the left foot.
So you get wag-wag-wag-BIG WAG. One, two, three, wheeeee! Your partner
does the same, except that it is their left foot and they are creating a
mirror image of your movement. So the couple sways gracefully together.
Confused? Well, at least you know that there is a lot of fast ass-wagging
going on, right?
Okay. Now...take those two bodies that were 18-24 inches apart in the
salsa, and press them together as tight as two human bodies can fit. I'm
talking Elmer's Glue tight here! Now do one, two, three, whee! Real fast!
What that gives you is rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP; rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP;
rub, rub, rub, BIG HUMP! Gringos (male Anglos) have been known to "lose
it" while trying the Lambada for the first time, especially with an
experienced Latina instructor who is intentionally trying to make them cum.
Great! That's the Lambada. I'm not sure what Lambada means in Portugese
(Brazilians speak Portugese, not Spanish), but it may be "fucking on the
dance floor."
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First Tony taught Kim the Meringue...a simple 1-2 asswag. Easy, nothing to
it. Then he tried to teach her the salsa, but she couldn't get it. It was
too clumsy.
But, surprisingly, she got the Lambada pretty well. (It was just
syncopated ass- wagging, after all.) Well enough, in fact to draw applause
from La Familia. Of course, Tony was on his best behavior and wasn't
really squeezing Kim any harder than he had to in order to maintain their
balance.
Then Kim danced with Jorge (pronounced Hor-hay, Spanish for George),
Maria's older brother. Jorge had consumed one or two too many mojitos, and
was drunk. But he was quite a good dancer. Not as good as Tony, but good
enough that Kim could stay with him.
Jorge got a hardon he was real proud of (although after Elbee, Kim wasn't
impressed), and he started really grinding it into Kim on the whee! part.
Twice with that was enough, and Kim made it a habit of stumbling on 3, to
avoid the whee!
Kim's dilemma did not go unnoticed. When the song ended, Maria walked up
and hugged Kim, told her that she was very graceful and tactful -- and then
dragged her big brother from the room by his ear, in front of 400 laughing
members of La Familia. Many of the fine young men of La Familia danced
with Kim that night, but they all minded their manners from that point on.
Late in the evening, Maria went up to the band leader and requested another
Lambada. This one was special, and everyone there had been waiting for
this dance.
This was Maria and Antonio's Lambada!
With a shout of "Ayyyyyy! Lambada!" the drum beat started.
Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM!
As the rest of the instruments started, Kim looked around the dance floor.
No one was coming out on the floor. Then she saw Maria at one corner of
the dance floor. She spotted Tony at the other corner.
In perfect time with the music, Maria and Tony slithered toward each other
in a winding pattern across the dance floor.
Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! One, two, three, fly! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! One, two,
three, fly.
Tony's movements were subtle -- little steps, modest hip movement.
Rat-tat-tat- BOOM! One, two, three, fly.
Maria's were more pronounced right from the start, and by the time she
reached Tony at the middle of the dance floor, she was gyrating wildly.
You have never seen a hula dancer move like Maria was moving.
Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE! Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish,
swish, swish, WHEE!
Maria's outfit accentuated the grace of her movements. She had on the
tightest imaginable black silk slacks -- Kim had to help her get into them
before the party and it took 10 minutes. Maria's midriff was bare, and she
wore a skimpy and thin cobalt blue blouse, tied in front. The outfit was
topped off (or bottomed out actually) by a pair of 5-inch cobalt blue spike
heels. With her glistening coal-black hair and olive skin, she was
spectacular.
Maria and Tony circled each other in the middle of the dance floor like two
wary prize-fighters. They still had not touched. But now, Maria's
gyrations became really exaggerated...and as they did, Tony widened his out
to match her exactly as they circled.
Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE!
They were staring intently into each other's eyes, ignoring the cheering
crowd. They heard nothing but the music, saw nothing but each other's
eyes. They sensed, more than saw, each other's movements. They were like
two caged animals as they swayed and circled.
Rat-tat-tat-BOOM! Swish, swish, swish, WHEE!
Then, suddenly -- still swaying wildly -- Maria flung herself into Tony's
arms. They never missed a fraction of a beat. Their bodies were pressed
tightly together and they just flowed as one. But if you looked at their
faces, you knew they were two different people. They were glaring at each
other, making each pelvic swish more pronounced. Maria bit her lower lip
-- she was really working Tony's cock over, and she was getting equal
treatment in return. Tony's nostrils flared.
Then, incredibly, the band almost doubled the pace. They picked the beat
up so quickly Kim was afraid Maria and Tony would lose the beat. No
chance...not even close. They clung to each other and swooped all over the
dance floor -- rub, rub, rub, HUMP! Rub, rub, rub, HUMP!
The pace of the music continued to quicken for another minute or so, and
then suddenly stopped. The crowd exploded in cheers as Tony and Maria
collapsed in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, sweat
pouring from both of them.
Kim caught her breath, and thought, "My God, if I danced like that in front
of my father, he would smack me and ground me for a month!"
Needless to say, Octavio Garcia didn't smack Maria. He was too busy
leading the cheers.
Kim joined the congratulations in the middle of the dance floor, and when
Maria finished hugging her, she asked Kim to come with her to her room and
help her change. Maria wiped sweat from her brow and said she was soaking
wet. Kim said she was too, but Maria wiped just a hint of sweat from Kim's
face and made fun of her.
"Not there, Maria...down here!" Kim said, throwing a quick glance at her
slippery wet crotch. God, she wished Jase were with her. She could hurt
that boy right now!
Maria laughed and they went to Maria's room, joking and giggling all the
way.
"So, Chica...did Tony and I make you cum?" Maria laughed.
"No, but you sure made me hot. I'm soaking wet and my nipples are hard as
nails!" Kim replied.
"Yeah! I'll bet you wish you had Ellbee and Beebee right now, don't you?"
Maria teased.
"Sure do! I was just thinking that myself!" Kim answered. "I don't know
how you dance like that without cumming, though."
"So...Chica! Who dances without cumming? I came. So did Tony. I
wouldn't let myself cum until I felt him let go. That was fabulous!
Someday, Tony has to teach Ellbee how to Lambada!"
As Maria changed, the girls laughed for several more minutes. Then Maria
apologized to Kim for abandoning her. She had to be with Tony after the
fireworks show.
"I gotta have him, Kim. But in my culture, I can't have intercourse with
him until we get married. So...we have to take 'other measures.'"
"You can dance like that -- and cum in front of 400 people -- but you can't
have intercourse???"
"Right! I have to be a virgin on my wedding night. But I can do
everything else. And tonight, I'm gonna turn my gorgeous hunk inside out!
Film at eleven, Chica!!!"
The girls laughed again, hugged and then returned to the most spectacular
fireworks show Kim at ever seen.
At the conclusion of the fireworks show, Octavio shouted "VIVA AMERICA!!!"
As Tony, Maria, Kim and Lourdes (Maria's other "hermana" and a lovely girl)
stood with their arms around each others shoulders, the 400 assembled
members of La Familia Garcia sang "God Bless America."
The strains of the song echoed out across the water to the causeway, and
many who had stopped to watch the fireworks joined in.
Kim cried tears of joy, but Lourdes wiped the tears away and gave her a big
hug.
Then Kim went to her room, called Jason and babbled for two hours about the
excitement and how much she wished he were there. She told him exactly how
much she missed him, and EXACTLY what she would do to and for him if he
were there. Ellbee did the same, and they laughed happily as they joined
in a simultaneous, long-distance climax.
Tomorrow was going home day. Kim was sad to leave, but eager to be home.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Nine
By Thor4u
The first half of my junior year in high school, and Kim's junior year in
college was an important transitional period, for a number of reasons.
Now 16, I had a driver's license and a car -- a brand new Honda Accord --
and that gave me an independence I had previously lacked. In fact, I began
to spread my wings in a number of small,
but significant ways.
First, listening to the bad advice of my friends during the summer, I went
out for football. I was 6'1, 190 pounds, and I was pretty muscular and
strong from my steady workout regimen. I figured I would be big enough to
play, and I was right.
But I got cut from the team in the first round of cuts for two reasons.
The first was speed. I was as big enough to be a wide receiver, but too
small to play tight end. I had good hands, but lead feet. If a
quarterback could force a pass in, I would catch it, but I was never open.
The second reason was simple inexperience. I had played Pee Wee Football
for two years when I was 10 and 11, but this was Florida, folks! High
school football in Florida is equivalent to small college football anywhere
else, and there are a number of Florida high school teams who could play
competitive football with second-tier big-college teams. That's the reason
Florida, Florida State, and the University of Miami always have such
competitive teams...they are drawing from this huge talent pool.
I was competing with kids who started playing organized, full-contact
football at 5-6, on Pee Wee Football teams with coaching staffs larger,
better, and more professionally-trained than most high school staffs
elsewhere in the country. By the time these kids got to high school, they
had 8-10 years of sound fundamentals and experience at a very high
competitive level. They took for granted hundreds of things that I was
seeing for the first time.
So, anyway, I didn't come close to making the team. But I did make a
number of new friends, so it was a good experience. It also led to a new
extracurricular activity at school. I became the school newspaper's sports
reporter for my last two years in high school. I never considered it for a
career, but I got to go on a lot of trips with teams, and had a lot of fun.
The Managing Editor of the paper was another junior, Victoria Clarke. Like
myself, Victoria was one of the top students in the school, and would end
up being our class' valedictorian. Victoria ("DON'T call me Vicky!") was
the person I reported to and submitted my stories to. She was very nice,
and pretty in an intentionally plain sort of way. She always wore frumpy
clothes that made her look a little fat, but she had nice tits and didn't
move around like a fat person. I suspected that there was a pretty nice
body under all that clothing. Anyway, Victoria and I became friends.
And later in the school year, when another student transferred out of
state, Victoria recommended me to fill a position on the school's Academic
Excellence Council. That was a very high honor, because there were only
five students on the Council -- one sophomore, two juniors, and two
seniors. Once you got on, unless you really screwed up, you stayed.
Victoria was our class' sophomore representative and remained throughout
high school. I got the appointment and served the last half of my junior
year and my entire senior year.
The Council worked with the school administration and the School Board to
improve the curriculum, but the real importance to the students was that
the five of us and one faculty advisor made up the school's Honor Court.
The Honor Court heard and dealt with all allegations of academic cheating,
and had the authority to recommend discipline up to and including
expulsion. In the entire history of the Honor Court, no decision has ever
been overruled by the administration, and no disciplinary recommendation
has ever been denied or modified. So, this appointment was a damn big
deal.
(One of the most interesting things about this appointment is
that it was the ONE job Kim always wanted in high school...and never got!
It's too bad, because she would have been absolutely perfect for it.)
So, between the new friends from football, the school paper, and the
Council, I became much better known around the school than I had been. And
for the last two years in school, Victoria and I worked closely together in
several areas and became good friends.
The other change -- and you're not going to believe this one, Gentle Reader
-- is that Cassie and I started to "date."
As I have said before, Cassie, Kim, and I were all under a lot of pressure
to date. It just wasn't natural for beautiful girls or nice-looking guys
not to date at that age. If you didn't date, there was something wrong
with you. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of guys on the football team
tell me that they had once feared that I was gay because I didn't date, and
some of my closest buddies were very relieved when I took Cass to her Prom
the previous spring.
Cassie was under similar pressure. She was a senior now, looking forward
to college, and peer pressure was very strong on her. Cass had continued
to develop, and although she lacked her mother's huge tits, she had a
fabulous little body. Cass was one of the hottest looking girls in the
school. But she refused all offers.
Thinking that Cass had ended the relationship with her father after we
confronted her, Kim and I had become much friendlier with Cass during the
late summer. So, when Kim went back to college, it was only natural that
Cass and I would continue the friendship.
The "dating" started with Cassie asking me to take her to a football game.
The game was on a Thursday night. I did and we had a good time.
That particular weekend, Kim was staying in Gainesville to prepare for the
first round of tests that semester, and Cassie and her mother also came
over to our pool on Saturday. Cassie and I had a long talk, mostly about
the pressures of being 17 and 16 respectively, and we agreed to go to
occasional events together. It would be fun, but more importantly it would
give both of us "cover." Neither of us knew what the other was covering,
but the arrangement was mutually beneficial and we didn't give it much
thought.
I called Kim that night, told her about the football game, and then
outlined the agreement Cassie and I had made. Kim didn't like it and said
so. I reminded her how much I loved her and assured her that there would
be no romance, and certainly no sex, but she still was against it.
Finally, I got pissed and told her it was Cassie's and my decision, not
hers, and the decision had already been made. We had a pretty good fight,
but in the end I stuck to my position and made it stick.
Actually, the arrangement made things a lot easier for Kim and I when she
was home, because we could go out a lot of places as a three-some that
would have been questioned if just Kim and I went alone. I could walk down
a mall, for example, with my arms around both of them and friends would
just think it was Jason and his cute girlfriend and beautiful sister. And
when we dropped Cass off at her house....
So, after just a couple of weeks, Kim was okay with the new arrangement.
It continued throughout the year, culminating of a carbon copy of last
years Prom. The only differences this year were that Kim and I did not
fight, and I drove instead of Cass. After the prom (unknown to Kim and I
at the time), Cassie fucked her father silly and Kim and I joyfully
exhausted ourselves again.
There's really not much else to say about the thing with Cassie, except
that we got to be pretty good friends, and still are. We had a few
friendly goodnight kisses, but there was never any romance, sex, or
anything like that. It was a perfect arrangement.
**********
The biggest event in my life during my junior year in high school, though,
was really getting to know Maria Garcia, Kimmy's lovely roommate and
"hermana." And like Kim, I didn't realize at the time what an important
role Maria would play in both of our lives.
As I look back, clearly the most important influence on my life was my Mom.
The second most important influence was Kim -- not just romantically, but
in every area of my development into adulthood. But Maria has also had a
tremendous influence in my life. You'll see why as we go.
I had met Maria Garcia once during a visit to Gainesville with Mom and Jack
during Kim's first semester there. I thought she was very, very pretty,
and more than a little hot, although she kept the hot part under wraps
around our parents. She was also hysterically funny, especially when she
lapsed into her Cubonics- spouting Cuban valley-girl imitations. Maria was
warm and easy to talk to, and she was just generally a kick in the ass to
be around. Maria was fun.
During that fall semester of my junior year, I made three weekend trips to
Gainesville for football games. The Gators were on their way to a possible
national championship, and I loved the games.
Of course, I spent a lot of time with Maria, and during the third trip I
met Tony. We clicked right away, and we are still good friends.
Maria was really good about not prying into Kim's affairs [;-)]. If she
had questions -- and she certainly did -- she asked Kim. She frequently
asked Kim when she was going to meet her boyfriend, what he was like, that
kind of stuff. But she never asked me, or anyone other than Kim, a single
thing about Kim's mysterious boyfriend Ellbee.
Tony, though, was another matter. He had about 50 close friends who were
dying to be fixed up with the hot Gringa from the Fourth of July party, and
he asked me about Kim and Ellbee whenever we were alone together. It was
kind of hard to make stuff up, so Kim and I developed a general profile of
Ellbee and stuck to broad generalities.
Ellbee was 21, and was from Jacksonville. He and Kim started dating in
high school and never stopped. He was about my size and was a student at
Columbia University in New York City. That's why he was never around. He
was also probably going to graduate school in the Northeast after
undergraduate.
"Ellbee" stood for his initials -- L.B. for Lawrence Bartholomew Dalton.
"Beebee" was Kim's nickname for her favorite part of his anatomy, Big Boy!
(Tony knew about Ellbee, but never heard about Beebee...that was just girl
stuff between Kim and Maria.) We tried not to elaborate much beyond this
general outline, and whenever one of us did, there was always a quick
advisory phone call to the other to give them a heads-up.
That was fine for Tony, but it never satisfied Maria. She continued to
press Kim for a while and then just gave up. She was a little disappointed
and angry that her best friend wouldn't share something as important as the
man she called twice each night, but maybe that would come in time.
One thing led to another, and late in the semester Maria invited Kim back
to Miami for New Years Eve. Actually, she invited Kim and Ellbee! Kim
checked with Ellbee and then regretfully told Maria they couldn't make it.
Ellbee had already made plans to do New Years Eve in Times Square with his
parents.
That rejection almost soured the wonderful relationship between Kimmy and
Maria. It was just too much for Maria! This was bullshit! How could
Kim's boyfriend -- a guy she called religiously twice each night, for God's
sake! -- how could he make plans to spend New Years away from her. And
never tell her??? Bullshit. Maria was furious!
Not at Kim, mind you, at Ellbee!
Maria launched into a fierce diatribe about what an asshole Ellbee was.
Kim tried to defend him, but that's kinda hard to do, if you stop and think
about it. Maria told Kim he was just using her, but Kim assured her that
he wasn't. They just couldn't do it this year, really. Kim was touched by
the way Maria instantly took what she perceived to be "Kim's side" in this
issue, and it just made her love Maria more. But the question was never
settled.
And when Kim called Ellbee back that night for a tender goodnight, Maria
lost it.
"FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!!!!" she screamed from across the room.
Kim quickly told me goodnight and then she and Maria really had it out
about Ellbee. She told Maria that Ellbee was none of her business, and to
never interfere in her personal affairs again.
Maria called Tony in tears and both she and Kim went to bed angry. But
when they got up in the morning, Maria apologized to Kim, they hugged and
made up, and it was over. Maria never brought the subject of Ellbee up
again. (Well...almost never.)
In an effort to soothe things over for good, Tony came up with a great
idea: Why not invite Kim and Jason for New Years? We all got along well,
it would give Tony and I some time together,
and Tony could even teach me the Lambada! Kim didn't need to check with
Ellbee to answer that invitation! She gleefully accepted, and told me
about it later that night in our "goodnight kiss" phone call.
***********
HAPPY NEW YEAR MIAMI!!!
Kim and I drove down to Miami on January 30. Traffic was heavy, because a
lot of people were headed for "The Magic City" for New Years. But the
drive was fun, we were loose and happy, and we had a ball.
As we drove through the gate of Kim's mansion home, Kim reached over,
placed her hand under my chin, and pressed upward to close my gaping mouth.
We went through the introductions. I had a little trouble with the
"embrazzos," because it just didn't seem very manly to hug Tony and Maria's
father and brothers. But I got through it okay.
We got settled in our rooms. I had my own room, but Kim was sharing
Maria's room with her.
But as he helped me unpack, Tony let me in on a little secret -- I was
actually going to be staying at his apartment tonight! The idea was to
give us some "male bonding time." At least that's what Tony had told
Maria. Actually, Tony and a few of his friends were having a small party
that night, and he was going to teach me the Lambada so I could surprise
Kim and Maria at the big party on New Year's Eve!
So, after a casual dinner, followed by an hour of "guy talk" accompanied by
cigars and Cuban coffee in the study with Octavio, Tony, and one of Maria's
brothers, Tony and I left for his place.
It was about 9:30 PM.
The party was already underway when we arrived. Tony's place was a modest
rental apartment in a working class neighborhood, and it was not
expensively furnished at all. But he had an nice stereo system and it was
blaring salsa music. There were about a dozen people there, both men and
women, all between 20-22. Most of them were friends, although Tony's
brother and one of his sisters were also there. Neither Kim nor Maria were
there, of course.
Now, as you know, I'm not a big drinker. But I had some sweet Cuban rum
drink just to be polite and loosen up, and then it was time for Tony to try
to teach me the Lambada.
First, Tony taught me the Meringue and had me try it with his sister, Lupe.
That only took about 15 minutes and went fine. It's easy and I'm a pretty
good dancer, so it went quickly.
Then he had me dance next to him as he taught me the basic 1-2-3-fly system
of the Lambada. That was more difficult, but I eventually (after my second
mojito) loosened up and became a little proficient at it. I wasn't
comfortable with it, but I could keep the rhythm going quite a while before
losing the beat.
Then Tony had me work on widening out the hip sways. We looked like a
couple of gay hula dancers practicing that, but I eventually got it. Then
he put on a faster- paced song and had me
practice both modest and wide ass-wags. It would have felt pretty stupid,
except that all of Tony's friends were applauding and encouraging me. So
rather than being embarrassed, I was okay ...especially around 11:30 PM,
after my third mojito!
Then came the big test. Tony had me dance with Lupe. THAT was
uncomfortable and embarrassing. Lupe is a sweet, but rather fat, girl.
She was 20 at the time. But, like her brother, she is a great dancer. She
was very patient with me, and we wiggled and waddled around the makeshift
dance floor for most of a song. But we were not in the real Lambada
position, we were doing the Lambada in the salsa position, 18-24 inches
apart. That's actually harder than Elmer's Glue close, but we did okay.
Then Tony stopped the record and declared me ready for the final test. I
was going to dance a full song, and dance the REAL Lambada with Lupe. I
felt pretty confident, although some of the
snickering made me a little apprehensive. Did I need more practice before
the big test? I didn't think so, but the other people obviously found
something funny. Oh well, here goes.
Tony put the song on, and Lupe and I started dancing as the others clapped.
At Tony's urging I held Lupe as close as I could, and that actually made
the dancing easier. Lupe is a sweet girl, but
she is round. She has a great big ass, and great big tits. She also has a
great big tummy, and I have never seen her without a great big smile on her
face. She's a sweetie.
But as we danced, I was amazed at how effortlessly Lupe swayed to the
music. I was also amazed that two bodies could get that close. I don't
think there was a molecule of air between us
and she pressed herself into me. Lupe's ample body just enveloped me. But
that made the dancing even easier, and I really started enjoying it.
Uh oh! I was enjoying it too much! I started getting a hardon! This fat,
not very pretty, little dancing machine was making my big cock hard. I
tried to pull my hips back from Lupe, but she
just pulled me back to her. When she did, she really ground her crotch
into mine as if to show me where it belonged. And when she did that, she
felt Beebee's rising excitement.
Lupe smiled lustily, brought her lips up to my right ear, and whispered,
"Ay, papi! Que rico!!!"
Loosely translated, that meant she liked it.
I was going to mumble an apology, but the actions of Lupe's crotch against
mine told me none was necessary. She began to really roll her hips on each
sway, and the feeling was incredible! If I didn't know where both of her
hands were, I would have sworn she was stroking my big cock. And it was
really big now, full salute!
But I continued to dance, and we must have been doing pretty good, because
everybody was smiling. Some of the girls were even pointing and whispering
in their boyfriends ears. Tony was
beaming with pride.
Lupe was smiling broadly too. She was a sweet girl, although undoubtedly a
virgin, and it was good to see her having such a good time.
As we danced, though, Lupe's expression changed. She began to look more
serious at first, and then she began to look downright hot. She stared
into my eyes and wouldn't let me break the
stare. I could see the lust burning in her eyes. As she got hotter, her
excited pussy was pressing against my big cock, and her breath got ragged.
She bit her lip and then blew me a kiss, to the cheers of the crowd.
I was getting pretty hot too, because Beebee was really getting a workout
from this little Cuban sexpot. I could feel the familiar urgency growing
in my loins. I was sure Lupe was a virgin, but I
also knew that when her future husband finally got her in bed, he'd better
wear a safety harness because this little chiquita was going to be one wild
ride!
Finally, when she could stand it no more, Lupe dug her face into the nape
of my neck, moaned as quietly as she could, and then her whole plump body
shuddered as the orgasm hit her. When she
climaxed, I couldn't fight it any more. I rammed my engorged cock against
her throbbing pussy, and let go! I had an enormous ejaculation.
The crowd cheered and I finally realized what all the smiles, clapping, and
encouragement had been about -- they had been egging Lupe on, hoping she
could make me cum! When I looked at Tony, he was laughing his ass off!
Through all of that excitement, though, Lupe kept her body glued to mine
and we continued to sway rhythmically to the music. Even when we climaxed,
we never missed a beat -- mostly due to
Lupe's skill and experience. When the song ended we got a tremendous
standing ovation from the group, along with numerous handshakes and warm
embrazzos.
Now some of you Gentle Readers might think that I was the target of some
kind of discriminatory abuse here, even though I enjoyed the hell out of
it. Nothing could be further from the truth.
This Lambada lesson was really a rite of passage. It was a warm welcome --
signaling my joyous acceptance into Tony's circle of friends.
*****
New Year's Eve was one of those typical magic Miami winter nights. It was
a crystal clear, starlit, tourism postcard. If we looked out across the
water in one direction, we could see the Orange Bowl Parade taking place in
downtown Miami. If we looked the other way, we saw the excitement of South
Beach. And if we looked around the expansive rear of the Garcia estate, we
saw dozens of food stations and portable bars, hundreds of
elegantly-dressed guests, a large orchestra on stage, and a pulsating
gaggle of dancers on the dance floor.
This night was not just family. There were more than 2,000 guests, most of
whom were business contacts of the many La Familia Garcia businesses, and
everything was several classes of service
above First Class. It was the most unbelievable party I had ever been to.
Kim and I were decked out. I wore a tux, and Kim wore a beautiful, slinky
black silk gown. I had wanted her to wear her beautiful cocktail dress
from the cruise, but she said she thought it would be too sexy, and besides
she was saving that for a special occasion for the two of us.
It just seemed natural for us to dance together, and we did often. The
orchestra was switching back and forth between regular music and Latin
music, and they were really good. Kim and I had a ball dancing to some of
the rock songs -- we hadn't danced like that since the cruise, which seemed
like a lifetime ago. We also danced close and hugged each other tightly
during the slow
songs. We weren't acting really romantic, just like a close brother and
sister.
Pretty often, though, one of the other guests would ask Kim to dance.
Especially if it was a Latin song, she would dance with them. She danced
with just about everybody who asked her, but she
never danced with anyone a second time. Several of the men asked her who I
was (I guess because I now looked her age) and she told all of them I was
her "Main Man," just like Mom and Brenda had done on the cruise. Most of
the family knew I was Kim's brother, but even so, all the guys got the
message. Kim was with me.
While Kim was out dancing a Meringue with some guy, I spotted Lupe and
asked her to dance. She said she would love to dance later, but Tony had
told her not to dance to Latin music with me until I had danced the Lambada
with my sister. We agreed to dance later, and the next time Kim went out
to dance to a regular song, I went and grabbed Lupe and danced with her.
Lupe was sweet and I really liked her, although we promised each other that
neither of us would get rowdy. Her rowdiness the previous night had been
part of the game orchestrated by Tony.
Lupe had no designs on my body, even after meeting Mr. Beebee, and also
tonight her boyfriend
was with her.
The orchestra had played several Lambada songs, but each time they did, Kim
had been on the dance floor finishing up a Meringue with some guy. They
all thought their lucky day had come, but Kim wouldn't dance the Lambada
with any of them. Each time, she would have them walk her back to me.
Finally, Kim asked, "Jase...I thought Tony was going to teach you the
Lambada. What happened to that?"
"I don't know," I said. "He said he would, but I guess he got sidetracked
in the excitement of the big party."
"Well I wish he would...I'd like to dance it with you!"
"I don't know Kim. If it's as sexy as you say, I'm not sure that would be
a good idea!"
"It's a great idea! We'll just have to be careful, that's all. If we're
going to lose it while dancing the Lambada, we have to do it somewhere
private."
"Yep. But you know what? That other dance -- the back and forth one --
looks pretty easy. I think I could do that. Do you want to try that one?"
"Oh, the Meringue! Sure. I can teach you that one, it's easy," My
unsuspecting sister replied.
And sure enough, as soon as we said that, the band launched into a Latin
set with a Meringue! I let Kim "teach" me, and she was surprised how
quickly I learned. We danced two songs together
and were really having fun. During the latter part of the second song, I
noticed Tony dancing Maria through the crowd in our direction. They danced
alongside us, then Tony maneuvered
Maria back to back with Kim so he and I could see each other's faces. Tony
mouthed "Ready?" and I nodded that I was. As the song ended, Tony danced
around behind us, so that when we
looked at the orchestra, he was behind us.
As we stood waiting for the next song, I looked around to see where Tony
was and saw him a few yards behind us with his arms crossed high above his
head. I realized that he was signaling
the band leader and turned around just in time to hear:
"AYYYYEEEEE! LAMBADA!!!!!!"
The drumbeat started and Kim started to look around to see if Tony was
going to give me a lesson. She was shocked when I grabbed her and smoothly
drew her to me and began swish, swish, swish, whee!
But Kim was only surprised for a second. She quickly sealed her luscious
body to mine and picked up the rhythm perfectly. Kim expressed her
surprise that I could dance the Lambada and I told her that Tony had
actually taught me last night so I could surprise her. Kim was thrilled,
and pressed her lips to mine in a quick, but hot, kiss that few saw.
As we danced, though, we reminded each other that we had to behave. Kim
and I were familiar enough with the feel of each others bodies and
accustomed to dancing closely together, so we
were actually okay. Obviously, I got a huge boner, but I was wearing those
saving baggy tux pants and it wasn't noticeable. Kim could certainly feel
it, and was taking as much advantage of it as she dared. We didn't dance a
perfect Lambada, and neither of us came close to cumming, but we enjoyed
every second of the dance!
From that dance on, Kim danced only with me. We had a wonderful time, but
we kept it clean.
At the end of the evening, there was a big champaign toast to welcome the
New Year. Kim and I had agreed that we would do the toast together --
partly to keep some drunk from trying to shove
his tongue down Kim's throat, but mostly because each of us only had one
person we would consider kissing. But we had also agreed that it would be
a proper kiss -- nice and warm, because we loved each other and meant it,
but no "hearts talking," and definitely no "parts talking!"
We did allow ourselves one treat. Instead of saying "Happy New Year," we
quietly said, "to Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight, lovers forever." Then we
kissed.
We kissed sweetly, with just a couple of sweet tongue probes to say hello,
but we almost held it to long. I could feel the urge to really kiss Kim
and she was feeling it too, so we reluctantly
separated with a light peck on the lips. Kim looked into my eyes with an
angelic smile for a second and then we moved apart and looked around for
Tony and Maria.
We found them, clinked glasses, and then exchanged light kisses. I kissed
Maria and Tony kissed Kim, both very short and harmless. Then we gathered
up Lupe and her boyfriend, and headed to
South Beach. We prowled South Beach until about 3 AM and then returned to
Maria's home. Tony left and the girls and I went to our rooms.
Kim told Maria she had forgotten to give me our departure plan for tomorrow
and came by my room. Our hearts talked for several minutes, but we knew it
was too risky to make love (although we were both frantic for each other's
bodies). We just kissed goodnight and Kim went back to Maria's room to
giggle with her for an hour before going to bed.
*********
At about noon on January 1, Kim and I pulled out of the gated estate of
Octavio Garcia and headed back across the causeway toward I-95 and the trip
home. We talked excitedly about all
the fun we had, and eagerly looked forward to our next visit to Miami. But
we were also very much looking forward to returning home to "our room." We
had some unfinished business from
last night. A lot of unfinished business.
But as we came back to the mainland, before we turned onto I-95, we saw a
sparkling hotel sitting right on the bay. I looked at Kim...she looked at
me. Then she asked, "Ellbee...are you
thinking what I'm thinking?"
I said yes, and shortly we were checked in and in our room.
We placed a quick call to Mom and told her we wouldn't be home until
tomorrow. When Mom asked what happened, Kim giggled, "...a Hilton got in
the way...Bye Mom!"
I was ready to jump into bed immediately, but Kim had other ideas. She
found a Spanish station on the radio (not hard to do in Miami!) and put on
some music. We danced Meringue for a couple of songs, but then after a
commercial, they played a Lambada!
As we danced the Lambada, Kim pulled apart from me and took off her blouse
as she continued to dance beautifully. I did the same with my shirt. We
continued that until we were both naked.
Then we danced the rest of the Lambada naked. It was an unbelievable
feeling. If I could have slid my big cock into Kim, I would have. And she
would have loved it! But I'm so much taller than her that we really
couldn't do that. But we danced together erotically, and both of us were
intolerably hot. My the time the song ended we were devouring each others
mouths, both of our tongues hungrily probing. When the music ended, we
dove into bed.
I moved down on the bed to begin licking Kim's eager pussy, but she grabbed
my hair and roughly pulled me on top of her.
"Fuck me!" She said.
"Yes, dear," I replied.
"Wait!" Kim said. She reached over and turned off the blaring radio.
"Now fuck me!" I did.
We fucked frantically in the missionary position until we exploded in a
violent simultaneous orgasm. It didn't take long. Then I got up and drug
Kim over to the edge of the bed and fucked her doggie style. She came
quickly, but I didn't.
Then Kim grabbed me and threw me down on my back on the bed. She carefully
lowered herself onto my raging cock, cooing and moaning as she carefully
impaled herself fully on it.
This is Kim's favorite fucking position, especially after I have already
cum once, because she has complete control over my massive cock. She can
guide it anywhere she wants it, and dictate the
rhythm and intensity of the fucking. We both like the full range of both
speed and intensity, and Kim threw me an absolutely masterful fuck that
glorious New Years Day.
Kim started out slow and easy, gradually building. Then when she felt me
starting to get really excited, she eased off. She stopped fucking
entirely, laying on my chest and kissing me deeply
with my big prick deep inside her. Then, she startled me with a sudden,
rapid burst of fucking. She was fucking me as hard and as fast as she
could! Kim erupted in another big orgasm, laid
back down on top of me and resumed the deep kissing. But this time, she
was still gyrating her hips slowly, thoroughly massaging my engorged cock
inside her throbbing pussy. She began
squeezing my mighty cock with her vaginal muscles, exciting it even more.
Then she backed off again...to slow easy strokes. Then hard. Then easy.
Then, Kim got fire in her eyes! She sat up on me and started rocking back
and forth violently, fucking my big cock like
he had never been fucked -- long, hard, fast strokes deep inside her. We
exploded together in a huge, happy climax. Kim laid on top of me, kissing
me sweetly and stroking my chest. I caressed
her breasts tenderly.
Then Kim switched around to the 69 position and we cleaned each other up.
I held some of my own cum in my mouth when we finished and fed it back to
Kim as we kissed lovingly.
Then Kim snuggled into my chest and we took a nap.
The rest of the day and evening was more of the same. We were done
fucking. We made love tenderly several times. We got up and watched a
little TV. We had a long talk about our future
college plans, which involved Kim probably going to Harvard Law and me
going to the University of Florida.
Mostly, we just talked about us and our family, and how lucky we were to
have been thrown together by the love of our parents.
We slept like babies that night, and drove home the next day to start a new
year.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Ten
By Thor4u
The second half of our junior years started off pretty tamely. Kim and I,
Cassie and I, and our two families settled into the familiar routines that
had been established over the previous year and a half.
Cassie and I still "dated," and that went fine. Brenda and Paul seemed to
be getting along fantastically. I spoke privately to Brenda frequently and
she seemed very happy. The only problem I had with any of them was not
their fault. The problem was that every other word out of Cassie's pretty
little cock-sucking mouth was about going to college in a few months.
It was normal for her to be excited, of course, but every reminder of the
passage of time reminded me that this idyllic period could not last
forever. Soon, Kim and I would be seniors, her in college and me in high
school. I knew that our senior years would fly by, consumed by college/law
school plans, graduation, and a host of other special events. And the end
of this current phase of our lives meant we had to find a new path and
adjust to it. I also knew that each transitional phase posed new threats
to our love. I had grown immensely in my confidence about us, but I
was still realistic to know that we could never take anything for granted.
I knew that our new path may not be together.
There was only one really important event the second half of that year,
actually during the summer. And as usual, it involved Maria Garcia.
Kim invited Maria to come to Jacksonville. She actually had visited once
before; she and Tony stayed at our house for the Florida-Georgia game in
the fall. But this was a week-long summer visit.
As we always did, we had a great time with Maria. She met and liked my
"girlfriend" Cassie, and asked her if I had taught her the Lambada yet. I
hadn't, of course. The four of us ran around a lot together.
The fifth day of Maria's visit, though, we had nothing at all planned.
Just a lazy day by the pool that would live as a pleasant memory for a few
weeks, and then fade away.
Well...not exactly.
It might have, if not for Brenda. Kim, Maria and I were sunning at the
pool when we heard Brenda's booming voice yelling hello from the kitchen
door. She flounced down the steps in a microscopic bikini, and I still
don't know what held her big tits in the damn thing. She was happy and
giggling. But when she got to the pool deck and had been introduced to the
stunned Maria, she announced that she forgot her Bloody Mary on the kitchen
counter.
"I'll get it Brenda, I have to pee anyway," my beautiful Kim quickly
volunteered. And away she bounced. I watched her sweet ass twitch
deliciously up the stairs, thankful that my sunglasses hid my eyes.
Brenda plopped down in a chaise next to me with a great sigh and said
cheerily, "So Ellbee! What's up dude!"
I stiffened. I was afraid to look at Maria, but prayed she had been
engrossed in something and hadn't heard that! No luck. Even though she was
ten feet away, I felt her flinch.
"Hi Bren!" Mom called from the kitchen. Mom has just gotten home. Brenda
jumped up and merrily ran up the stairs to babble some new intelligence on
major sales at the malls, or something.
"So Ellbee! What's up dude!" Maria taunted.
I looked at her, still thankful for my sunglasses. She had the funniest
look on her face. It was surprise, and humor, and love, and
confusion...all in one beautiful Latina face.
"Maria..." I stammered.
"Don't even try Ellbee! By the way, how's Beebee? Lupe didn't know his
name, but she said he's a monster!" Maria was laughing, teasing me, but
not angry at all.
"So you're Ellbee! OH MY GOD! Nice to finally meet you, Flaco!" she said
excitedly. (Flaco literally means "thin," but colloquially it means
"handsome.")
About that time Kim came back down the steps and saw her startled best
friend gaping at me. She didn't know what had happened. Maria shifted
gears immediately...so quickly, in fact, that Kim almost missed what she
said.
"Hey Kimmy! Ellbee here and I were just talking about what to do tonight.
You wanna go to a movie, or no le wanna?" (No le wanna = Cubonics for I
don't want to.)
"Oh, I don't know...uh...what did you say????"
"I said...'ELBEE HERE ...and I were just talking about what to do tonight.'
I also asked him how Beebee was, but you interrupted his answer." Maria
had a conspiratorial smile on her face.
Then, she looked up behind the speechless Kim and saw Mom and Brenda
heading down the stairs. "Be cool folks, we have company. Look, it's
okay. But let's hit the pool quick...you both look like someone just
died!"
So, pretending to grabass, all three of us dove into the pool and swam to
the farthest part from Mom and Brenda. When we got there, Maria positioned
herself in between Kim and I and looped her arms over both of our
shoulders. She hugged us to her and spoke in a whisper.
"WOW!...you two are lovers! Hey! I'm okay with that -- in fact, both of
you are on my 'Favorite People In The Whole World' list, and the idea of
you together is fantastic -- but quick, give me the lay of the land here!
Who knows? Who doesn't?"
Kim and I looked anxiously at each other. I guess both of us thought
briefly about denial...I hadn't admitted anything yet. But it didn't
matter. Maria knew us too well. She especially knew Kim's heart. There
would be no lying to her. She knew. Finally, Kimmy spoke.
"Quickly...we've been lovers for almost two years. Mom knows, Dad knows,
and now you know. Nobody else knows. Nobody."
"But Brenda called him Ellbee? That's how I found out! Doesn't she know?"
"No," I said. "That's been Kim's nickname for me for years...it means
Little Bro'"
"Oh. And Beebee? Is he still Big Boy?"
"No," Kim laughed, "BIG Bro!"
We all laughed loudly, and to Mom and Brenda, it must have looked like we
were telling dirty jokes.
But they couldn't see Kim's face. All of our emotions were right on the
surface and Kim's laughter quickly turned to tears. Maria immediately
shifted positions to screen her from Mom and Brenda's view.
"Kimmy, what?" Maria asked urgently.
"You must hate me! You must think I'm horrible!" Kim cried quietly.
"Never in a million years, Hermana! Never, ever...no matter what!" Maria
said emphatically as she hugged Kim as tight as she could and held her.
"And what's horrible -- that you have a gorgeous boyfriend, who I love like
a brother? Nonsense!"
"But it's incest, Maria!" Kim whispered.
"No it's not, Kim! No, it is NOT. You are not brother and sister, as much
as you may feel that way. You are the children of two lovely people who
got married. There is NO blood relation between you."
"But, Jason is still my little brother..."
"I got a news flash for you, Chica! He ain't so little any more! If you
don't want him, you let me know because I have about 50 cousins who are so
hot for his body they can't stand it!"
"But our ages!" I interjected. "We are 3 and a half years apart in age.
I feel like a little kid sometimes."
"So do I, Paco! So what!" Maria laughed. "I can tell you for true...as
almost your sister and as Kim's best friend...that you are all the man she
can handle, all the man she ever has wanted. She wouldn't tell me WHO you
were, but she sure has told me a ton of stuff about how deeply she loves
you."
"And you know what, Jase? Right now Kim is 20 and you are 16..." Maria
continued.
"Almost 17" I interrupted.
"Whatever. But when Kim is 40, she will look 25! You'll be 36 or 37,
you'll have a little grey in your hair -- and nobody will know there is any
age difference. Right now, Kim IS more mature than you, not only because
of age but because she's a woman and we mature earlier than you guys do.
But in 10 years, there won't be any difference in your maturities. These
fears of yours are not real things. Well maybe they're real now, but my
God, you've survived them for two years, guys! C'mon! I think we're past
the age difference!"
Maria was right, of course, we had been past it. The real turning point,
although it never occurred to me at the time, was when I declared a measure
of independence from Kim and decided to "date" Cassie. From that point on,
we were equals.
"But what are we going to do Maria???" Kim asked.
"We're gonna stay in this damn pool, that's what we're gonna do!"
"No, I mean about us...about Jase and I?"
"That's what I meant too. We're gonna stay in this damn pool. We're gonna
take this one step at a time, and the first step is -- I can't get out of
here and face those two beautiful women over there, so I'm staying right
here! I would bet big bucks that is exactly how you two dear friends have
been handling this all along."
"You're right about that," Kim said. "When Mom discovered us, we faced it
and worked through it. Then we told Dad, and worked through some issues he
had. The worst time was when I was up at 'Bama and we were new together,
but we took that one day at a time and worked through it. It was hard,
real hard...but we did it. Then we worked through the last year and a half
at Gainesville one step at a time. The hardest things about that were
lying to you, and having this gorgeous lug grow up on me! But we got
through that."
"Yeah, and New Years in Miami was really fun, but it was also very hard on
us to be so close to each other and yet not be able to be together," I
added. "But we got through it."
Kim laughed out loud, "Yeah, you horny little asshole! We got as far as
the Hilton! What is that, 3 miles?"
"What???" Maria asked.
"On our way home, we saw a Hilton," I answered, "I looked at Kim, she
looked at me, and the next thing I knew I was in a hotel room with her
ripping my clothes off me!"
"Liar...you took your own clothes off!" Kim laughed back, and Maria and I
joined her.
"We never got out of Miami until the following afternoon," I told Maria.
"We just couldn't wait."
"Well, good for you!" Maria said. "I wish it was that easy for Tony and
I...but soon...soon."
We stayed in the pool until Mom and Brenda went back up to the house. Then
we got out and sat in the lounges. With Maria keeping a watchful eye on
the house, we told her almost everything there was to tell about us. We
left out my liaison with Brenda, and didn't bore her with any of the sexual
details of our relationship, but we gave her a pretty good chronology of
our life together. She cried when we told her the story of that magic
night on the cruise.
We also told her that "dating" Cassie was just a cover for both she and I,
which Maria found kind of odd. She said she could understand me wanting a
cover story, but couldn't understand why a cute girl like Cassie would want
one. She said she thought there was something there we didn't know about,
figuring the most likely explanation was that Cassie was lesbian. We
didn't tell her anything about Cassie's former relationship with her own
father.
After dinner that night, Kim and Maria went upstairs for a little while for
some girl talk, leaving me and Mom downstairs. We sat in the family room,
watched TV and made some small talk. Mom just couldn't contain herself
about how sweet Maria was and how glad she was that Kim had such a good and
true friend.
After about an hour of girl talk, Kim and Maria came downstairs.
Mom was sitting in her reclining chair and I was on the couch. Kim plopped
down beside me, put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Maria sat on
the other end of the couch, with just a hint of a smile on her face, as Mom
gawked at Kim and I.
"It's okay, Mom," Kim said quietly. "Maria knows."
Mom was shocked! But typical of Mom, as we recounted the events at the
pool, and how Maria had picked up on what Brenda said, Mom adjusted. The
four of us had a little discussion. Most of it revolved around the need
for absolute secrecy, but it was obvious from Maria's reaction that she was
not going to be a problem.
In retrospect, rather than being a problem, Maria became a critical pillar
of strength for us...especially for Kim. As close as Kim was to Mom, Maria
was her age. She was going through many of the same crises that Kim was.
She really understood some things that Mom couldn't understand, just
because she was there too. Now, there was absolutely nothing Kim couldn't
discuss with Maria, and that trust and closeness was vital as events
swirled around us that final year.
We were inevitably pulled in many directions that last year, often against
our wills like a moth drawn to a candle flame. But we always had two
rock-solid bastions of help, understanding, love, and strength -- Mom and
Maria.
Later that night, Maria told Kim she should move back to "our room," but
Kim didn't. We had enough just being together, and it was only a few more
days until we would be sleeping together every night anyway. Kim spent the
rest of that week in her own room with Maria.
Except for one short discussion, the rest of that week of Maria's visit
went like nothing had happened. The short discussion was about the coming
year. We were going to have a good time next year, but we had to think
about some things.
For one thing, we had to decide whether to tell Tony. With Tony in the
loop, we would be able to do things as two couples. We could go on trips
together, enjoy football weekends in Gainesville together, and just relax
and be ourselves. If we didn't tell Tony, we could enjoy each other's
company freely, but it wouldn't be the same. Maria trusted Tony
completely, and Kim and I felt pretty comfortable with him, but it would be
a huge step. We decided to defer that decision and see how we felt later.
The other issue, which never occurred to Kim and I, was whether to tell
Maria's father, Octavio Garcia. Kim and I immediately vetoed that idea!
Maria's rationale for telling her father was that we would be able to sleep
together whenever we were in Miami, but that was too great a risk for us to
take.
We later learned that it really would have been zero risk, but we didn't
know that at the time.
The night Maria left was a sad time for us. We both really loved Maria and
hated to see her go.
But more than that, as we lay in each other's arms in my bed, we felt the
first tugs on loose threads as the big fabric of lies we had fashioned
finally began to unravel on us.
For two years, we had maintained complete secrecy. Even our very closest
friends, and our parents very closest friends, had no clue that we were
lovers. We had done a very good job of keeping our secret contained. But
now it was out. It was outside the family.
We trusted Maria with our lives and we knew she would never tell anyone --
not even Tony -- without our permission. But we could also see that
eventually -- if we were to stay together -- that it would have to start
coming out. We couldn't spend our entire lives hiding in our parents
house, living in a make-believe world.
We laid awake much of the night. We were nude and we tenderly kissed and
caressed each other's bodies, but we did not make love. Although we had
not had sex in a week, we were not in the mood for sex. We were just in
the mood for "hearts talking," and clinging to each other as we fearfully
awaited the coming year.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Eleven
By Thor4u
Our senior year didn't fly by like we had expected. As it unfolded, it
seemed to crawl, but in the end, we looked back and asked where it all
went.
The first half of the year was marked by three major events, and a lot of
fun times.
Event One occurred on the first football weekend of the year when Kim,
Maria, and I sat a startled Tony down in Kim and Maria's off-campus
apartment and told him the truth. Tony was as happy as I had ever seen
him. He gave me a huge embrazzo, and said that this now meant that we were
going to be brothers. From that day forward, Tony has called me "Bro."
The new openness, and the off-campus apartment, now meant that we had a lot
of freedom to just be ourselves. It was really almost like Kim and I had
our own home. Whenever I visited, I slept with Kim just like we did at
home. We were not together every weekend, but usually two weekends out of
each month, either Kim was home in Jax or I was visiting her in
Gainesville.
Event Two was a trip to Miami for Thanksgiving; we had a wonderful time.
There were no big parties this time, and no Lambada's, but we did enjoy a
huge Thanksgiving dinner and a wonderful weekend. Kim stayed with Maria,
and I stayed at Tony's apartment. On the way home, we smiled as we drove
past the Hilton, but we didn't stop. But we did go crazy when we got back
home, immediately jumping into bed and staying there all night.
I also devised a new cover. Actually, I didn't plan it, it just sort of
evolved naturally. I began to casually "date" Victoria Clarke. It started
with a football game on a Thursday night, just like I had with Cassie. I
told Kim about it and she was fine. Then about three weeks later, Victoria
invited me to a house party one of her friends was having. I accepted, but
Victoria said we should have a hamburger together and talk about it. So
we did.
We went to McDonalds near school for lunch one day and talked while we ate.
Victoria said she was not ready for a boyfriend, and didn't want me to take
anything the wrong way. We were good friends by now and I understood. She
said she had led a sheltered life and had purposely kept herself out of the
social activities. But this was her senior year, and she wanted to have a
more normal, more well-rounded life. She wanted to have some fun. She
made it very clear that she liked me as a good friend, but wasn't talking
about romance or sex. She just wanted a trusted companion to accompany her
to school and social functions once in a while.
I told Victoria that was fine with me. I told her I already had a
girlfriend who was going to school at the University of Florida, and of
course she immediately assumed it was Cassie, who had graduated and was now
there in college.
(Cass never got into Kim's sorority, by the way. I don't know what
happened. I think Kim knows, but I've never asked her.)
Victoria and I went to several football games and three or four parties
that fall. Everybody knew we were just friends, and most people assumed
that Cassie and I were still an item because she and Kim and I frequently
were spotted together on weekends.
At parties, Victoria and I never danced together. I sometimes danced with
other girls, but she never danced at all. It was not unusual for us to
arrive together, split up and go spend time with different groups of
friends for most of the night and then get back together just before it was
time to leave. Our friendship continued to grow, but I was more of a ride
than a boyfriend. That was perfect for both of us and we had a lot of fun
together.
We never kissed -- Hell, we never even held hands!
******
The fall semester was the busiest time of the year in another way. It was
a time of frequent travel as Jason and Kim evaluated colleges and plodded
through the difficult decision-making process, trying to decide what to do
next with their lives.
Oddly, Kim never considered staying at the University of Florida, despite
the fact that they had an excellent law school. Kim never confronted the
reasons for that mindset until very, very late in the decision process, but
one of the key unspoken factors was that Jason was leaning strongly toward
Gainesville for college.
For reasons they neither discussed nor understood until after both had made
their decisions, both Jason and Kim approached this phase of their lives as
a moment of separation and a moving on.
They talked about managing the separation often, but there was a growing
feeling in both of them that life would somehow evolve into a new and
different pattern. Neither knew what that meant for them as a couple, but
they both approached this difficult process separately right from the
start.
Kim initially had three law school prospects - Harvard in Boston, Columbia
in New York City, and Jack's alma mater, Stanford, outside of San
Francisco. She visited all three during the fall and quickly eliminated
Columbia. It was the old story -- New York is a great place to visit, but
who would want to live there?
Each time she returned home, Kim regaled Jason with her impressions of the
schools and surrounding communities. She loved both Boston and San
Francisco, and the two schools were probably the two best law schools in
the country. With her academic prowess and LSAT scores, Kim was a lock for
either one.
Jason, as you might expect, was not as clear about his career objectives.
He was leaning toward either business or the Foreign Service.
The thought that Jason might someday be posted to Kathmandu or some similar
place scared the hell out of Kim, but she encouraged him anyway. It was
typical of the two that, although they struggled to stay together, they
also accepted the idea that each had to choose their own path. The fact
that those paths would inevitably diverge and possibly pull them apart was
just a fact of
life.
So Jason's early inclinations for college were the University of Florida
and Georgetown University in Washington, D.C.. Since childhood, Jason had
always assumed that he would go to college at Florida. Despite the fact
that his lovely mother was a graduate of Florida State, like many North
Florida kids, Jason had always considered himself a Gator, and had never
really considered another university until his senior year in high school.
He looked at Georgetown because it was the pre-imminent school for foreign
service candidates there was no place else to go. Jason liked the school
when he visited it that fall, and absolutely loved Washington. What an
interesting, exciting place to be! But, in the end, when he considered a
lifetime of postings to the backwaters of the world as a diplomat, Jason
scrapped the foreign service idea, and Georgetown was eliminated.
Victoria Clarke wanted to be a doctor, and she was going to Duke University
in Durham, N.C.. Victoria encouraged Jason to look at Duke, and he did.
It was one of America's great universities, a university so good it is
insulted to be called the "Harvard of the South." In many disciplines,
Duke was better than Harvard. And the community surrounding Duke is one of
America's real treasures, only recently discovered by American business.
Jason was also interested in the University of Miami. That's blasphemy for
a lifelong Gator, but he loved the town and the university had an excellent
business school. And he had friends there -- La Familia Garcia. With Kim
thousands of miles away, friends would be good to have. He got a packet of
information from the school, but did not visit there until the second
semester.
So, gradually, two short lists emerged. Kim's was, in order, Stanford and
Harvard, although there was little difference in her feelings toward the
two. She and her father Jack scheduled week-long return visits to each
during Spring Break.
Jason's list was the University of Florida; Miami, maybe...maybe a
possibility; and Duke certainly worthy of consideration, but not a prime
candidate. In fact, Jason was pretty much decided on going to Gainesville,
and was awaiting his acceptance letter in January.
The semester culminated in the biggest event of all -- Christmas at home.
Jason had been so preoccupied with everything else that he procrastinated
in getting Kim a proper Christmas present. What he really wanted to get
her -- for Christmas, her birthday in April, and finally, for a graduation
present -- was an engagement ring. But the ever-wise Betsy, Jason's
beautiful mother, vetoed the idea each time. Absolutely not. Betsy knew
two things: that Jason was desperately trying to cling to Kim, and that Kim
would never accept an engagement ring from Jason. Jason was sweet, and the
idea was very sincere, but it was wrong. Not wrong-hearted, but
wrong-headed.
Maria, after a series of frantic telephone calls, saved the day. Maria had
several relatives in the jewelry business in Miami. She had one of them
design a simple but elegant ring for Kim. The jeweler faxed a drawing of
how the ring would look, Jason and Betsy approved it, and the ring arrived
via FedEx on December 23. It was magnificent! The ring was a delicate
gold band which formed two letters intertwined, J and K. It was perfect.
When Kim opened her gift, her mouth dropped open with surprise and
excitement. Then her eyes filled with tears. She was so touched she
couldn't even hug Jason for several minutes. When she finally did, she
almost broke his neck. Now Jason had Kim's gold necklace, and she had his
ring, to remind them of each other when they were apart.
Kim wore that ring every day until her wedding day -- including during the
wedding ceremony itself. "Something Old, Something New; Something
Borrowed, Something Blue..." The ring was Kim's "something old," a
treasured reminder of the most important thing in her life prior to her
marriage.
**********
I was so happy to see Kim's face light up with joy when she saw the ring!
She was so overcome with emotion that she couldn't even speak for several
minutes. She just cried and cried. But they were happy tears. The time
for sadness was not yet upon us.
Then, after almost strangling me with a viscous hug, Kim gave me my
present. There was a beautiful, mushy Christmas card "To The Man I
Love...with all my heart, all my soul, all my being...now and forever," it
started.
Then inside Kim had written simply, "Kim and Jason. Lover's Tonight,
Lover's Forever."
I had no idea what this present was going to be. But as soon as I opened
the big box, I knew it was going to be a gag gift. The big box contained
another, smaller box. And another. And another. Finally, I worked my way
to the smallest box...it was a cologne box. But it was full of cotton
balls!
I dug through the cotton balls with my fingers and finally struck something
small and hard. It was a simple gold ring. A simple band of gold formed
two intertwined letters, K and J. It was the mirror image of Kim's ring --
designed by the same jeweler, but in a more masculine style.
It was -- and still is -- the most wonderful Christmas present I ever
received. I cried unashamed, and then we had a big family hug: Kim and
Jason, Jack and Mom, all hugging happily together.
I have worn that ring every day since that happy Christmas. (Yes, I'm
wearing it now, as I type this.) This beautiful ring is my constant
reminder of my beloved sister, my wonderful, loving and supportive family,
and that last unforgettable Christmas at home together.
The ring still occasionally brings tears to my eyes. Although in future
years we would both return home often for Christmas, this was really our
last Christmas as a family unit, and remains one of the most precious
memories of our lives.
***********
After Christmas dinner and the opening of presents, and a lot of happy,
excited talk, Jack and Betsy went upstairs to bed. Kim and Jason went out
to the pool deck. They talked for a short time, both expressing their
gratitude, happiness and a fierce determination to get even with Maria for
finessing both of them into getting each other the absolutely perfect
gifts!
Maria had been deliberate and cautious in accepting Kim as her "hermana."
But once she decided, Maria constantly surprised Kim with fresh expressions
of sisterly love in its best sense. These two rings, although profoundly
important to both Kim and Jason, were just one more example of what true
family meant to this beautiful, dark-eyed Cuban woman. Maria was a real
treasure!
Then the conversation turned to Kim and Jason. They had been so busy with
study, traveling and the decision process that they had neglected Kim and
Jason. There was only one thing to do.
They let their hearts take over and talk it out. After a nearly
interminable kiss, they walked back up the steps to the house and into "our
room."
As close as Jason and Kim were emotionally, intellectually, and
spiritually, they were always even closer sexually. Although they shared
so much as brother and sister, and as friends and confidants, their love
was always also an intensely sexual relationship.
They were never happier, never more attuned to each other, never more eager
to love and please each other than when they made love. Although they both
loved hard, playful sex, there was no fucking that Christmas night. There
was only tender, delicious lovemaking.
Kim started by giving Jason a tender "kiss." They had devised a code for
some sex acts and "kiss" was their code for sweet, loving oral sex. The
code for rock-and- roll oral sex was "blow me" or "eat me!" depending on
who the requesting party was.
But tonight, Kim kissed Jason sweetly. She made it last a long time,
alternating between tingling licks up and down the shaft of his big cock,
and light sucking. No longer a novice, she tantalized him exquisitely.
She teased and tempted him with momentary interludes of head-bobbing, but
then backed off to tender licking. She stopped and stroked his mighty cock
as she readjusted her position and gave him a long and loving kiss on the
lips. Finally, when she was good and ready, Kim slowly brought Jason to
the edge of ecstacy, and then beyond. He gushed his sweet seed for a long
time and Kim never missed a drop.
Without having to be asked, Jason gave Kim what he knew she wanted. He
delicately licked her sweet vagina until it became hot and juicy. Kim did
not like to be played with at times like this, and Jason knew that. He
expertly brought her to a roaring climax, licking and sucking her happy
clit tenderly. It was one the biggest climaxes Kim had ever enjoyed.
Then, they spent the rest of the night snuggling and kissing, interspersed
with several close, warm, and loving couplings. Each time they made love,
they gazed into each other's eyes throughout the intercourse, and made love
slowly, quietly and tenderly. It was a beautiful night.
In the earlier conversation at poolside, Kim and Jason's hearts had told
them to spend a lot of time in "our room" over the rest of the Christmas
break, and they did.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Twelve
By Thor4u
The final half of their senior years was a blur. There was just too much
going on, too much happening, too many pressures, too many forces pulling
Jason and Kim this way and that.
A lot of things were fun. Some of the periods were excruciating.
One of Jason's most memorable times was either hilarious or terrifying,
depending on who you were.
Kim's schedule for her last semester at Florida included no Monday classes.
So she typically stayed in Gainesville with Maria on Friday night, and then
came home on Saturday morning. If Jason was going to Gainesville to visit,
he would also go on Saturday morning and return home Monday, skipping
school allegedly to look into college matters. Jason was a straight-A
student, so nobody at his high school minded.
One Friday night, Jason took Victoria Clarke to a school basketball game,
and then to a school dance afterwards. Since he was the sports reporter
for the school paper, Jason went to the locker room after the team's
last-second victory to get some triumphant interviews with the coach and
key players. The dance was already well underway by the time Jason got
there. He looked for Victoria.
Now Victoria Clarke had made some very gradual changes during her senior
year. The most important was a change in her mode of dress. Victoria
would never wear anything overtly sexy, but she dressed in much nicer,
current high school styles, and also began wearing light makeup. Victoria
was a pretty girl, and had a very nice body, but she was just a little
plain and a little shy.
Victoria's classmates thought she was getting prettier as the year went on;
actually, she was just letting more of her prettiness show.
Victoria was also very polite, and very tolerant of others...no
matter what their reputation was. There were some social defense
mechanisms Victoria, in her sheltered life, had never picked up.
And that brings us to Henry Ross. Henry was a very friendly, outgoing,
hysterically-funny, round Jewish person. He was one of the nicest kids in
the whole school and would do anything to help anyone he knew. Henry was
also a straight-A student, was going to Yale, and spent a lot of time
tutoring others who were not as intellectually blessed as he was.
Henry just had this one little problem. Henry -- short, fat, bespectacled
and socially awkward -- was the horniest kid in the school. Maybe in the
history of the school.
And as a graduating senior, Henry had been on a mission all year to 1) get
a girlfriend, and 2) to fuck her. Henry also had another problem -- he had
a grossly exaggerated opinion of his own attractiveness and charisma, which
led him to make a series of awful mistakes.
Henry was a good guy, but if any female talked to him more than once, Henry
became convinced that she was in love with him and hungry for his body.
Not only that, Henry talked about it!
Finally, about three weeks prior to this dance, Henry had told some friends
one of the cheerleaders was after him, was going to dump her boyfriend, and
had already told Henry she wanted to fuck him. Henry's friends laughed it
off as just another "Henry story," but the boyfriend didn't. He hunted
Henry down and punched him out. Henry's black eye had just finished
healing the night of this dance.
So when Henry asked Victoria to dance, her naive politeness and tolerance,
as well as her sympathy for poor Henry, made her accept. Neither Victoria
nor Henry were gifted dancers, so there was a lot of bumbling and
stumbling. They started out with a pretty good amount of separation
between their bodies, but after a few missteps, Henry had maneuvered
Victoria close to him.
And she didn't pull away! She liked it!!! As Henry moved awkwardly around
the dance floor, the beautiful Victoria matched his every motion!!!!
Henry was in heaven. He already knew she liked him. He had always
suspected she was hot for him, due to her warmth and sweet smiles when they
were together, but now he knew for sure!
When the song ended and was followed by another slow song, Henry kept hold
of Victoria's hand and they began to dance again. By now, Henry's happy
little putz was on full alert! He had, for Henry, a mighty erection! He
tentatively pressed his hard, average-sized cock against Victoria's crotch.
She seemed to stiffen a little, but didn't move away. He pressed again!
She moved away, but when Henry pulled her back to him she didn't resist.
And she didn't complain!
He pressed again, and all she said was "Oh Henry..." Henry knew the moment
had come. He let go of Victoria's hand, and placed both of his pudgy
little hands firmly on her buttocks. As Victoria gasped with what Henry
took to be delight, he pulled her hot crotch firmly against his gleeful
dick and began humping as hard as he could without being too obvious.
Victoria placed both of her hands on his chest, clutching his meaty torso
in ecstacy (or so Henry thought).
Then Victoria shoved violently...as hard as she could! Henry stumbled
backward, got his feet tangled up, and fell hard on his butt to the dance
floor. Victoria, now completely panicked, turned and ran! Henry sat dazed
from the force of the fall, and looked around in vain for Victoria. She
had slipped through the throng, and now there was just a circle of kids
around him, most of them laughing. Henry hadn't gone unnoticed!
But then, Henry saw a flash of movement to his left. He heard a snarling
girls voice say, "You disgusting little puke!" And he saw the kick coming.
The kick wasn't coming from Victoria, and it wasn't an ordinary kick. It
came from Megan Barnes, all-city forward on the girls soccer team, and a
close friend of Victoria's.
Henry rolled to his right quickly, but Megan was accustomed to kicking
moving targets -- a lot smaller and faster-moving targets than Henry. The
kick landed like a mule kick, with heavy impact on Henry's left
shoulder-blade spinning him around for a complete revolution.
As Henry came to rest, he saw Megan coming at him again. She had every
intention of kicking his face in, and she was clearly capable of doing it.
Fortunately for Henry, Megan's boyfriend grabbed her and restrained her
long enough for Henry to get up and run out of the building.
Henry couldn't lift his left arm higher than his shoulder for almost a
month, and he never again appeared at a school function. He didn't even go
to graduation. He went to class and he went home, a pathetic asterisk to
everybody's high school memories.
Meanwhile, Victoria Clarke ran through the crowd looking for
shelter...looking for refuge...looking for safety...looking for Jason.
**********
The PA system was playing a ballad when I entered the room and began
looking for Victoria. There was a hell of a ruckus on the dance floor,
there was a big crowd gathered around, but they were all laughing like hell
so I knew it wasn't a fight or anything like that.
I didn't even see Victoria coming, but she ran up and grabbed my hand so
fast she startled me. I had never held Victoria's hand before, but she was
shaking it and pulling on me so hard, I thought she was kidding around.
Without any real intent to do so, she pulled to the edge of the dance
floor, so I reached out to dance with her. She threw herself in my arms,
hugging me tightly. She was shaking so hard, I immediately knew this was
not a passionate embrace -- something was terribly, terribly wrong.
"Victoria...what's wrong?" I asked. She couldn't answer. She just shook
violently as she buried her head into my neck. She had her very nice body
pressed as tightly against me as possible, but I knew this was not a
romantic moment. I could tell she was fighting hard to suppress sobs. I
took one of her hands into a dancing position and began moving slowly to
the music to minimize the effect this strange scene might have on
on-lookers. I gently stroked her back and long hair and told her
everything was okay. I told Victoria whatever had happened was over, and
that she was safe now.
That was exactly the reassurance she was looking for, and her shakes became
less violent.
"Victoria...what happened?" I whispered.
Still shaking, and still fighting back tears, she managed to whisper back,
"He HUMPED me!"
"Humped you! Who humped you???" I didn't know what the hell this was
about, but I was instantly furious. I went from zero to fighting mad,
gonna-fuck-you-up, in less than a second.
"Henry...Henry Ross." Victoria whispered.
"I'll kill him!" I said as I tried to release Victoria to go look for
Henry. "I'm gonna kick his horny little ass once and for all. He's had a
good ass-beating coming for a long time!"
"No you're NOT." Victoria exclaimed. "If you touch him, I'll never speak
to you again. Besides...Megan already did. She kicked him all the way
across the dance floor!"
And then, as the humor of the 100-pound Megan drop-kicking the 200+ pound
Henry sank in, we both started to laugh.
Then, still dancing in my arms, Victoria told me the full story of Henry's
stupidity. She didn't hate him, she just pitied the poor, pathetic little
figure. It had been a very scary moment for Victoria, but she knew that
Henry never would have done anything to hurt her.
Another ballad followed and we stayed on the dance floor. Victoria never
moved away from the close embrace until my cock started to get hard.
"Jason!" She whispered angrily. "You stop that! Don't you turn into
another Henry!"
"I can't help it Victoria, it just happens to us guys -- we can't control
it."
"Does it happen with every girl you dance with?"
"Uh...well, no. Not really. But ...uh"
"Well then why is it happening with me? Are you trying to take advantage
of our friendship, now that you've rescued me from the clutches of
depravity?"
"No! Really, Victoria...I'm sorry. Let's stop dancing." I pulled away
and led her off the dance floor. I noticed Victoria steal a quick glance
at my crotch, but in the dim light, she really couldn't see anything.
We talked for a while and she finally calmed down. Kids have a sixth sense
about times like these, and they give their peers a lot of space until
everything's okay.
Victoria was a very popular girl and a lot of her friends wanted to comfort
her, but they knew she was right where she would want to be in a time of
crisis ...holding on to my arm as we talked quietly, something she had
never, ever done. Finally, when they saw that Victoria was okay, they came
over. Megan, the undisputed heroine of the evening, was the first. She
had earned the right. She got a big hug from Victoria -- and a high-five
from me.
Eventually, things settled down, although throughout the night a few
stragglers came by to ask if it was true and offer their kind words.
(Mostly to find out if it was true.)
Strangely though, people pretty much left us alone. That was unusual for
us; we usually circulated separately at parties, but tonight it seemed
right.
Late in the evening, Victoria remarked that it was weird that such a crazy
event was what finally caused our first dance together. Then she suggested
we dance one dance just because we wanted to, as friends, not as a safe
refuge for her and a friendly obligation for me. I agreed.
As a soft ballad began, we walked hand-in-hand onto the dance floor. We
were still just good friends, but a lot of the kids were looking at us
differently. As we started to dance, Victoria asked if I could control my
hormones. I told her I would try, but it was quickly apparent that I would
not be successful. My big cock gradually rose in my khakis.
"Oh Jason..." Victoria said. It wasn't a passionate sigh; it was
disappointed resignation.
"Vic...I'm sorry. I just can't help it. I guess all of the excitement,
and the way you feel...I'm sorry...let's stop." I said. I really was
disappointed.
"No...if you can't help it, I'll just have to get used to it. I like you
and I like dancing with you...I've wanted to for a long time, but never had
the nerve to ask. I like the way you feel ...strong and firm, muscular --
not all fat and flabby like 'Lover Boy!'"
Victoria was speaking calmly and seriously. She was nervous, but not
really afraid. I got the feeling she was sizing this new situation up to
see if it was manageable. I was right.
"Jason...make me a promise, please?"
"What?"
"Promise me you will never try to press me sexually? I don't want that. I
don't want a love affair, and I am scared to death of sex. Please don't
try to press me into anything like that?"
"I won't. I think you already know I would never do that."
"Yes, I think I do...but you never know. Kids our age...the hormones get
flowing, you never know. Look at poor Henry. He would never have done
anything to hurt me, but look what happened with him."
"That won't happen with us. I have a lot more control than Henry."
"I hope so. I really enjoy our friendship...and I'd hate to lose it."
Victoria said, leaving no doubt that immediate termination of this close
friendship would be the sure reward for any transgressions.
"No problem, really."
"And Jason...my name is Victoria." She said. "But I really like it when
you call me 'Vic.' I hate Vicky, and I wouldn't want anybody else to call
me a nickname, but it sounds right when you do it."
So we became Jase and Vic, the inseparable friends. We danced at parties.
We held hands going to and from the dance floor. Vic sometimes took my arm
as we walked, or talked with friends. But we never kissed. Well...almost
never...not until much later.
*********
I made two campus visits that semester, both for just a few days during my
Spring Break.
My break did not coincide with Kim's, so when I was on break, the
University of Florida was in session. But it was during a lull in classes
around midterms. Kim and Maria, being graduating seniors, were winding
down and they either did not have midterms or made arrangements to take
them early so they could take a week off for another visit to Miami.
So when I got to Gainesville, although I stayed at Kim's apartment, it was
a very lonely place. I visited a lot of offices and did the usual
prospective student thing, but every corner unveiled another memory. These
memories were minor things, long removed from my conscious mind.
Over there was the billiards room where Kim and I spent all night playing
pool with Maria and Tony. Careful, here comes the intersection where I
almost had an accident because Kim was nibbling on my neck as we drove to a
football game! There's the Administration Building where Kim's uncle
presides over admissions ...remember the joyous news that she was
transferring to Florida to be closer to me? And there was the Gainesville
Hilton where we had spent so many happy nights when Kim still lived in the
dorms.
Everywhere I went, there were memories. Right now, they were happy
memories, but how would they be when I was living here and Kim was 2,000 or
3,000 miles away? I knew the answer -- they would be painful...very
painful.
I also visited the University of Miami. I didn't tell anyone but Mom I was
going to Miami and I stayed in a small motel near campus, far from the
Garcia mansion on Star Island. I did that because I knew Kim and Maria
were also in Miami. I wanted to take a look at this school on my own. To
see it through my own eyes.
I liked the school -- The U, as they call it in Miami. (There are several
fine universities in Miami -- Miami's not even the biggest -- but there is
only one U.)
The campus is nothing special, certainly not half as nice as the campus at
Gainesville. But I liked the flavor of the place. Florida had students
from all over the world, but the percentages were nothing like they were
here. At Florida, international students were lost in a sea of Americans;
here, they were everywhere. That gave the place a special flavor, and to
someone interested in international trade, it was a tasty flavor.
There were also a huge number of pretty wealthy kids at Miami. I didn't
especially like that, because some of them had major chips on their
shoulders. They reminded me of Maurice Gibb's thoughtful little pep talk
to Kim on her first visit to Miami. But there were also a good number of
kids who were just normal folks. And it did not escape my practiced eye
that the ratio of truly gorgeous babes at the Coral Gables campus was far
higher than at Gainesville!
I stayed at Miami for four days. By the time I left, I had something to
think about...really think about.
********
Due to some scheduling conflict, Kim changed her plans to visit Harvard and
Stanford. She went to Harvard with her father one weekend in mid-February.
It was sleeting and bitter cold as the Nor'easter roared through Boston.
But Kim still loved the school. It had so much tradition, such a great
reputation.
One reputation it didn't have, though, troubled Kim. It did not have a
reputation for being female-friendly. As a matter of fact, it had just the
opposite reputation and the reasons for this bad rep were readily apparent
each time Kim visited. If ever there was an "old-boys school," Harvard Law
was certainly it! But there was no question that this was one of the
world's great universities.
Kim made arrangements to visit Stanford late in the year -- in May. Betsy
and Jack were both going with her, and it looked like Stanford was
beginning to emerge as THE choice. Great! Three thousand miles away!
As luck would have it, this trip coincided with Jason's Senior Prom. Betsy
wanted to reschedule, or not go, but Jason insisted. He no longer needed
his mother's help dressing for a date. And although it would have been fun
to have her fuss over him, it was more important that she enjoy the trip to
San Francisco...a city she had always wanted to visit. So Jason was left
on his own for a long weekend.
*********
At Kim's insistence, I had asked Victoria to the prom months previously. I
had just assumed that we would go together, but Kim chewed me out and told
me never to take a woman, or especially her feelings, for granted. She
told me if I ever took her feelings for granted, I would be in big trouble.
Then she took me to bed and proved once again that I wasn't in trouble yet.
God, I love that woman!
As the year wore on, and especially as the Prom approached, Victoria and I
became closer. Not romantic, but closer. We talked long and often, and we
talked about anything that came to mind (except Kim, of course!). One day,
at lunch at McDonalds, Victoria broached a new subject...right out of the
blue!
"Jase...have you ever had sex?" She asked. I was shocked. I guess I just
took it for granted.
"Yes."
"With Cassie? Oh! Scratch that! I had no right to ask that!" Victoria
quickly caught her "mistake."
"No! Not with Cass...never did, never will. We have never had that kind
of relationship, Vic."
"But she's your girlfriend, isn't she?" Victoria asked. "You know, I was
really expecting you to take HER to the prom, not me."
"No, Vic. Cassie has never been my girlfriend. Cass and I have been
friends since we were in diapers, but we've never been
boyfriend/girlfriend. It may have looked that way, but really we
were always just like you and I...just friends."
"But I'm your favorite 'just friend,' aren't I?" Victoria teased.
"Yes, as a matter of fact you are. No contest actually." I replied
honestly.
"Wow! I'm surprised. I always thought Cassie was so hot, and you guys
have been together -- or at least everybody thought you were -- for two or
three years!" Victoria said.
"We have been friends, but in truth, we have never been close. I would
never dream of telling Cass some of the stuff I've told you. Also, she
wouldn't be interested in a lot of 'our stuff.' Cass is not real bright,
you know." I said.
"I know that," Victoria replied. "I always had some trouble figuring you
two out -- I think most of the kids thought it was just sex. Guess we were
wrong then?"
"Yep...you couldn't have been more wrong." I answered.
"Okay, I'll mind my own business. But Jase...can we talk about sex
sometime? I have a lot of questions, and there are so many things I'm
afraid of. I know I can trust you, and I think I'll probably find that my
silly fears are just that...silly." Victoria, the school valedictorian,
had her serious, studious face on.
"Sure, whenever you want." I said.
"Well, we have next period scheduled in the newspaper office, so let's have
a little editorial conference right here! By the way, Jase, you know this
is an academic discussion and that I'm not looking for any lab work..?"
Victoria teased.
"I understand. Okay...ask away." I replied.
Victoria started slowly at first, asking how sex felt. I wasn't able to
answer that one...you just have to feel it, and as far as I know, it feels
different for everyone. Then she asked if it hurt and I jokingly told her
not for me. Then I told her seriously that there was some pain the first
time for the woman, but nothing major. We continued our discussion for
about a half-hour, dealing mostly with relationships and how I felt toward
my partner.
Victoria asked if I had only had sex with my current girlfriend, or there
had been others. She was surprised when I said there were others.
She asked if I had ever had sex with a prostitute, and I said no.
Victoria also asked if I had ever had sex with someone I didn't love...in
other words, sex just for sex. She was surprised when I answered yes, but
she wasn't put off by it. She asked me how I felt about the person at the
time, and how I felt about her now. I told her truthfully that the person
was a very special person in my life and that she was, and is still, a
close friend.
We didn't have any specific sexual discussions during this first little
chat. But in later talks, from time to time Victoria would ask sexual
questions and the content of the questions became more and more technically
specific.
After a couple of months of this kind of discussion, Victoria asked if I
would like to make love to her.
It was not a proposition, Victoria was just gathering information. I guess
she was evaluating how others perceived her.
I answered honestly that I found her very attractive in every way, and that
certainly did not EXCLUDE sexual attraction, but I really wasn't looking
for that, and I didn't think she was either.
"Why, Jase? Don't you think Supervirgin is ready?" Victoria teased.
"No Vic...I DON'T think you are ready. If you were ready, you wouldn't be
asking these questions." I answered.
"When will I be ready -- I'm not in any rush, don't take this the wrong
way! But how will I know?" She asked.
"You'll know! And don't let anybody push you into anything. I know you
don't think that's possible, but you've never been in situations that would
lead to sex. As far as I know, you've never even made out with a boy, have
you?" I asked.
"Only a couple of times in junior high when neither of us knew enough to be
dangerous!" Victoria laughed.
"Well, how did you feel then? Did you get excited? Did you get aroused?"
I asked.
"No, not aroused. I was excited, but that was fear, not sexual arousal.
We weren't good enough kissers back then. I guess I'm still not."
"Well, you will be. But just listen to your own mind, not your body parts.
You'll be fine whenever you get ready. It's really the most natural thing
in the world." I said, immediately aware of what a worldly stud I sounded
like. I tried to take the edge off that arrogant statement by giving some
friendly advice.
"I'll tell you one thing, though. Don't do it until you are with someone
you REALLY care about and that you REALLY trust. There's no need to rush
into something that's not right. I know it seems like you're the only
virgin in town, but you're certainly not, and you have your whole life
ahead of you. Don't rush it. When it's right for you, it will be right."
"But...getting back to me, Jase...do you like me in a sexual way?" She
asked.
"Yes...of course I do! Remember what happens whenever we dance?" I
replied.
"Yeah...but that's just because I'm a girl. It's not because you are
thinking sexual thoughts about me." She countered.
"It's NOT just that you're a girl! It's also how you feel when we dance.
You are a very pretty girl and, except for my girlfriend, you are my best
friend. I really like you very much. And, although you are modest and
keep it covered up, you have a very nice body. I know a lot more about
your body than most people because I get to feel it when we dance. I know
it upsets you when I get hard, but that is happening because you just feel
so damn good! I'll never pull a 'Henry Ross' on you, but that doesn't mean
I'm not human. My erections are caused by the person you are, and the way
you feel, not just the fact that you are a female."
"Well, actually, Jase, your hardons don't upset me any more. I've gotten
used to them and you've always been a perfect gentleman." Victoria said.
"You getting hard makes me a little nervous, but the rest of you feels so
nice, I'm pretty comfortable now. Dancing with you is really enjoyable for
me...you're my best friend and I feel so close to you when we dance. But I
also feel safe. I feel we're under control."
I assured her we were, but I wondered.
Then, just as suddenly as our sexual conversations had started, they
abruptly stopped. It was like Victoria had all the questions that were
bothering her answered, and she had moved on to other, more interesting
topics. She was all wrapped up in getting ready for college, and so was I,
and the subject of sex never came up again.
*********
PROM NIGHT
The night of the prom, Victoria asked me to meet her at the prom rather
than pick her up. I didn't know what to make of that, but figured that she
was just being safe. If she drove herself to the prom, she knew she had a
ride home without any complications. There wouldn't have been any, but why
else would she have done that?
I got there on time, but Victoria was a little late. But when she walked
in, everybody was pleasantly surprised! She was wearing a beautiful green
satin gown. It was a slim cut, accentuating her thin body, nice hips and
long legs. She had added a few highlights to her medium-blond hair, but
she still wore it straight as she usually did. She wore just enough makeup
to highlight her pretty face in the dim light of the ballroom. She was
beautiful!
But the thing that set her apart that night from the "old" Victoria
Supervirgin occurred between the waist and neck! First of all, the dress
was backless, dropping dangerously close to the top of her ass. And the
neckline, although it did not really reveal a lot of bosom, plunged halfway
between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. It was really low! Only
a slight bit of her breasts showed, but they were quite a sight.
Victoria was very nervous at first. As we danced our first dance, I told
her how pretty she looked, and she said she couldn't believe she actually
showed up wearing that dress. I told her it was beautiful and she was
beautiful.
"But is it sexy?" Victoria asked.
I thought she was just joking, but one look in her eyes told me she wasn't.
I pulled her tightly to me so she could easily feel my big hardon pressing
against her crotch.
"What do you think, Vic?" I teased.
"I think you have some padding in your shorts, Jason Bradford!" She
laughed.
Then we relaxed and really had a wonderful time. Late in the Prom,
Victoria surprised me again. With the driving arrangements, I figured we
would be going home separately right after the prom was over at midnight.
But Victoria asked if I had any curfew and was delighted to learn that my
whole family was out of town. She said she had no curfew at all, and
wanted to really enjoy the entire night, not just the formal, organized
part of it. I quickly agreed.
Throughout the rest of the night, many of our friends came over and invited
us to various after-prom parties. We listened carefully to who, when and
where. Between ourselves, we discussed which invitations to consider.
Some we knew would be drinking parties, and neither of us were interested
in that. Others would be drug parties...not interested. But most of them
would be fine, and we had 3-4 offers that would be good, safe, and
enjoyable parties to go to. As the invitations came in, Victoria just kept
saying, "We'll see."
We stayed through the last song, and danced it closely, savoring one last
dance as best friends. We had enjoyed a very rewarding friendship, it had
been a beautiful evening, and now it was almost time for this part of our
lives to be over.
But we still had some partying to do! So we left the big ballroom, and
walked out into the lobby. Victoria suggested that we take her car, and
she showed me a shortcut to the parking garage.
However, as we rounded a corner and started down a broad hallway just off
the hotel lobby, we came to a bank of elevators. Victoria stopped, looked
around, and seeing no one we knew, pushed the "up" button! I stood there
with my mouth hanging open until she grabbed my hand and dragged me into
the elevator.
We quickly went up to the 15th floor and into a room. Victoria closed the
door, took me by the hand and led me to the window, where a spectacular
panorama of the night lights of downtown Jacksonville spread out before us.
This was why Vic wanted to meet me at the Prom! She had to check into the
room first!
"Jason...?" She asked.
"Yes...?" I answered.
"Will you make love to me tonight?" I almost fainted.
"Are you sure? Are you ready??" I asked.
"Oh yes. It has been a very special evening, I am with someone I really
care about and really trust. I am sure. And I am ready."
"This is all very sudden...what happened?" I gasped.
"Nothing really. Just a young girl growing up, I guess." Victoria replied
quietly. "I'm scared, but I'm curious. I want to experience sex before I
go off, far away from home to college. I want to experience it safely,
with someone I know will care for me, and be gentle with me...and also
someone I trust completely."
"Vic...this is a very serious decision. Are you really sure?" I asked
incredulously.
"Yes, Jason Bradford. I'm really sure. I've been sure for quite some
time -- I just didn't want to screw you in the back seat of your Honda! I
wanted it to be nice and special."
"But Vic, you know about..." I almost said it! I was so shocked, I almost
blurted Kim's name out! "...about my girlfriend! That's really a serious
thing, and it's not going to change, regardless of anything we do tonight.
Believe me, it's not!"
"I know Jase. I'm not asking you to marry me, or even love me.," Victoria
said very softly. "This is just about sex between two good friends. I
never want anything more than tonight. It's enough for me that we care
about each other and I trust you. I can't think of anyone else I could ever
trust more than you to share this with...but I'm just asking for a
one-night stand, Jase."
Victoria paused for a second and then said quietly, "But I'm not going to
beg, Jason. If you are uncomfortable, or if you don't feel that way about
me, just walk out the door. We'll still be the best of friends either
way."
I gently took Victoria Clarke, beautiful woman and good friend, in my arms
and kissed her tenderly on the lips. It was our first kiss in more than a
year and a half of close friendship.
"Ummmm. Nice." Said the valedictorian, analytically.
I continued to kiss Victoria gently. I never said anything to her, and I
didn't need to. She was a quick learner. Our kisses gradually warmed.
Then, with her clinging tightly to me and breathing hard, the tongues
started. They licked and probed, and explored excitedly.
"Hey...I thought you said you weren't any good at this?" I teased.
"Shut up, Jason." Victoria replied.
We continued to kiss as we began undressing each other. She had to help
me undress her, because her gown had some hidden snaps. And I had to help
her because she had certainly never undressed a man before, least of all
one wearing a tux! But we got it done!
We stood before each other, me in my briefs, Victoria in just her panties.
Victoria Clarke was incredibly gorgeous. She had a lovely body! She had
good-sized and full breasts and at 18, of course, there was not even a hint
of sag. They were beautifully formed and the nipples stuck out like
beacons. She was very aroused, and I could see juices on her pubic hair.
She was wet. To my surprise (and hers I think) Victoria enjoyed me looking
at her. She knew my appreciation was genuine, and any lingering doubts
about her own sexual attractiveness were dispelled when I told her she was
absolutely beautiful. She smiled more happily than I had ever seen her
smile.
But when she saw my big cock, a look of palpable fear appeared for the
first time.
"Oh my God, Jason! Are all men that big???" She was clearly afraid.
"No, Vic, but don't worry...I'll be very gentle. There will be a little
pain at first, but I'll take extra care. You know I don't want to hurt
you."
"Yes, I know it will hurt when you break my hymen, but isn't that big thing
going to hurt all the time?" Victoria was now openly fearful.
"No...after the first little pain, I'll just go very gently. Your vagina
will adapt, don't worry. Besides...you are already well-lubricated and I
haven't even touched you yet."
"Well, I brought some condoms. I want you to wear one. And I brought some
stuff my Mom uses, called K-Y Jelly. It's supposed to be a lubricant, so
if it hurts, I'm going to want you to stop
and put some of that on."
"Okay." I would have agreed to almost anything at that point as I looked
at my beautiful friend basking in the night lights of the Jacksonville
skyline.
"Do I need to do anything to get you ready, Jase? Do you want me to do
anything?"
"What do you think," I said pointing at my raging hardon.
"Oh, I know you're hard, but one of my girlfriends said her boyfriend likes
a little suck to get him ready. Do you want me to try that?" Victoria
Supervirgin asked.
"Do you want to?" I asked in amazement.
"If you want me to. This is not a charity fuck, Jase. I want you to love
it as much as I do. Do you want me to?"
She was dead serious. If Victoria the Valedictorian was going to do this,
she was determined to do it well.
"Well, yeah...I do like that." I said. (Oh Hell, let the woman have her
way, I thought stoically...I mean if it's really that important to
her...;-)
Victoria knelt in front of me, told me her unnamed girlfriend had told her
what to do, and began gently licking my big cock. She commented that my
dick was way to big for her to take fully in her mouth, and she doubted
that she would be able to excite me the way her girlfriend did her
boyfriend, but she would try. Victoria has a small mouth, and with her
inexperience she was not able to get much more than the head of my big cock
in her mouth. But she did the best she could with that, and between her
ardent licking of my balls and shaft and the gentle sucking of my head, she
did a great job of getting me ready. For a rookie, she showed real
promise, despite her obvious fear of my big dick.
Once I was ready, I pulled away from her and put on a condom.
I stopped her and laid her on the bed. I kissed and suckled her breasts
gently until she was writhing on the bed. I removed her panties, and moved
my face just an inch away from her sopping pussy. I breathed on her pussy
lips, sending a shiver through her body.
"Oh boy! Here comes the fun stuff!" she giggled happily. "Go ahead Jason,
I'm not at all afraid of your tongue!"
I licked Victoria gently to her first climax. It was quick and sharp, but
very passionate. She bucked violently all the way through. When I was
through and started to ask her how she liked it, she smiled broadly,
shushed me and pulled me to her.
I pressed my throbbing cock against the lips of her vagina. It eased in
gently. I went very slowly. Victoria was very, very tight, but she was so
well lubricated that I had no trouble entering her. I felt her hymen
obstructing my entry, so I squeezed both of her hands tightly and pressed
gently but persistently against the restriction.
"OW! Oh...!? Was that it?" Victoria asked. "Was that all there is?"
"Yeah, I think so. Let's see." I said as I slowly pushed past the hymen.
"How's that?"
"Ohmygod Jase!!!! That's wonderful! I thought this was going to hurt!
That's just wonderful!" Victoria laughed.
I slowly stroked into her, gradually putting more and more of my big cock
in. She was so tight and so hot, it was difficult for me to hold back.
Finally, before I really started making love to her, I had a big orgasm.
Victoria jumped with surprise, but settled down as soon as I explained what
had happened. She was very happy and kissed me lustily.
I continued to gently probe the untouched regions of this beautiful
friend's sex. As she got more comfortable, Victoria began to move with me
carefully. Then, after a couple of minutes, her movements got more urgent.
I told her to just relax and go with it, and she had a long, flowing
climax.
I asked if she wanted to rest, but she shook her head vigorously to
indicate no. Again she kissed me hotly. By now, she had loosened up a
little and was very, very slippery inside. I began to fuck her more
vigorously, and as I did, she got a look of surprise on her face and began
fucking me back. The harder I fucked, the bigger her smile got and the
harder she fucked back. We shook the whole bed when we came together.
The rest of the night was more of the same. I conducted Jason's One-On-One
Sex School, and Victoria was my eager student. I showed her doggy-style
and cowboy, and several other positions. We talked about and experienced
the difference between lovemaking and fucking.
Victoria liked both, but I immediately knew that she was a woman who liked
fucking first and then long, slow, tender lovemaking for a long time after.
She spent most of the night nestled in my arms, kissing my chest, my neck,
my lips, whatever was handy. Victoria was really a cuddler!
Victoria (no-longer Supervirgin) Clarke was a wonderful sex partner and I
told her so often that night and repeatedly as the school year wore down.
Two Families - The Teenage Years
Chapter Thirteen - A Time for Goodbyes -- A Time for Beginnings
By Thor4u
When Mom, Jack, and Kim returned home, Stanford looked 99 %. Well Hell, I
thought...that's not so bad...it's only 3,000 fucking miles away! We can
commute twice a year or something!
I listened to several hours of breathless explanations not only of the
Cardinal campus, but also San Francisco. It sounded like a great city.
Jack, whether consciously or subconsciously, had done a masterful selling
job.
Finally, Kim and I got some time alone and immediately trekked down to the
pool. We kissed long and warm. It was wonderful to hold the only woman I
had ever loved (other than my Mom, of course) in my arms again. But I was
terribly sad. Kim sensed it immediately because our hearts weren't really
talking...for the first time ever.
"What Jason?" Kim asked.
"What do you mean, what?" I responded.
"What's bothering you, Jase?" Kim asked.
"We have to talk," I said. We sat down and I started. "While you were
gone, I did something you are not going to like. I've been thinking about
it all weekend. You know I never could keep anything from you..."
"You had sex with Victoria Clarke?" Kim asked. It was almost an
interrogative statement, if there is such a thing. It certainly was not a
wild guess.
"Yes..." I said sadly, with my eyes downcast.
"Okay...do you love her?" Kim asked quietly.
"No, I don't. She's a really special girl. But no. We're just real good
friends. I really hope we didn't screw that up after the Prom."
"Is she good in bed?"
"Kim! That's not really the point, is it?"
"No, I guess not. But is she?"
"Kim! She was a virgin! She was nice, but nothing to compare to you!"
"Oh, I know that Jason ..."Kim chirped. "but I was just hoping you enjoyed
it."
"Like Christ enjoyed the last supper? What the hell is this? I'm telling
you something serious and you are either making fun of it, or you are going
way over the line! Did I ever ask you if that asshole Tony from the cruise
was good in bed???"
"No, but now that you brought it up, of course he was. Why do you think I
kept that loser around for so long?" Kim was smiling, but her eyes were
very serious.
She continued, "How do you feel about having sex with Victoria, Jason?"
Now I was starting to get mad. I should have cowered with my tail between
my legs like a little puppy, but I didn't. I was certainly not ashamed of
making love to Victoria, and I wasn't going to say I was. I told Kim it
was a very nice evening, but she didn't need a play-by-play description of
it. I told her we were both afraid of ruining a close friendship. And I
told her that the agreement going in was for a one-night stand, that
Victoria just wanted to experience sex before going away to college and she
wanted me to teach her.
Kim laughed. "Jase...poor Jase. Vicky loves you! She may not be able to
tell you, she may not be able to even admit it herself, but she loves you.
In her own way -- in a way that makes sense for her, and is probably good
for her -- making love to you once, and only once, is probably the best way
to experience that love. For both of you."
"Kim. I don't love Victoria...and don't call her Vicky, she hates that. I
love you. I love ONLY you. I've never loved anybody but you and I never
will."
"I hope 'never will' comes true, Jase, because God knows I love you!" Kim
said earnestly. "I know you don't love Victoria...and I was expecting this
to happen someday. I'm glad it happened with Victoria. She's a lovely,
smart, classy girl; she's really wonderful. If I had to pick someone for
my precious brother to hook up with, it would be Maria first, and Victoria
second."
"You were expecting this to happen?" I almost yelled.
"Sure...Jase! I knew I couldn't have you exclusively forever! I expected
this to happen. The only thing I was afraid of was that it would happen
with that little slut Cassie. I couldn't have stood that, Jase."
"Can you stand this?" I asked fearfully.
"Yes, Jase..." she said cautiously, "but with a couple of qualifiers. One,
be completely honest with yourself and me about your feelings for Victoria.
Two, be completely honest with Vicky...I mean Victoria. And...lastly, big
boy! Don't ever forget where the REALLY good stuff lives!!!!" With that
Kim laughed.
I was completely confused. Totally befuddled. I had just told the woman I
loved that while she went out of town for one weekend, I boinked a high
school classmate. And Kim is laughing. Call me stupid, but I just didn't
get it.
"Jason...think about it," Kim explained. "I've had boyfriends long before
you. None since you, but several important ones before you. None of them
are important to me now. You've had sex with Brenda, but except for the
instructional value, that was not really important to you...or us.
"But now, you've had a real girlfriend...a wonderful girlfriend! You chose
her, not because she was a convenient cover story for you like Cassie, but
because you liked her. She chose you because she saw the qualities we all
admire in you -- your strength, your tenderness, your kindness, your
character. And after long friendship, and I'm sure a lot of thought (at
least on Victoria's part), you two ended up in bed. I'm sure it was very
nice, and I hope you were as loving and gentle with her as I think you
were. You have a real, quality relationship there, Jase! Whether you two
admit it or not, this is a real romance!"
"But Kim..." I interrupted.
"But nothing! That's a good thing, Jase...don't you see that? Don't you
think your friendship with Victoria is a good thing???"
"Yes, of course I do. I'm scared to death sex may have ruined it." I
answered truthfully.
"Why, Jase? Has she said so? Has she acted any differently?"
"Well, she called the next day to say she had a nice time, and would always
remember our night together. That's very different for us...for her."
"Sure, she has been through a very different, very exciting time. A most
important rite of passage -- a sacred ritual, we women are brainwashed to
believe! Actually, it's nothing more than a little momentary pain followed
by a lifetime of pleasure, but at the time it's the most important moment
in our lives. Guys just score, but to a girl, losing your virginity is a
big damn deal. Of course she's different!
"But that's not the question. The important question is not WHETHER your
relationship is changed, but HOW it changes. You can never go back to
being platonic friends -- you spent all night fucking, for God's sake! You
can only go a couple of ways, and neither of them are bad for either one of
you. You can become lovers -- either for the rest of the summer, or for
longer -- or you can remain friends. But if you just remain friends, don't
expect the relationship not to be changed. You have shared something very
important, and very good. Even if you just remain friends, you will
certainly be a different kind of friend. You will be much closer, much
warmer. You are going to be loving friends, even if you never have sex
again. That's okay...that's good for both of you."
"But what about us, Kim?" I asked.
"It's good for us, too, Jase. In fact, it's CRITICAL for us. Don't you
remember our big discussions about Brenda? Remember that my main reason
for wanting you to sleep with Brenda was so you would have something to
compare 'us' with? Remember I said if you never had anybody but me, I
would wonder for the rest of our time together how authentic and accurate
your feelings for me were?"
"Yes..."
"Well I was wrong, Jase. Dead wrong. Brenda served no purpose whatsoever
in that regard. She may be a walking sexual encyclopedia, and I'm sure she
is wild in bed -- or on the hood of a car, for that matter -- but she was
never anything more than sex ...and never would be to you. She was too
old, much too old. And she acts like a slut most of the time. She's not a
person you would have ever been attracted to, any more than you were
attracted to Cassie once you got to really know her. Brenda was not a real
test.
"But Victoria is," Kim continued. "Victoria is everything any young man
with half a brain could ever want. She is a real person, a real friend,
and a real lover. She's legitimate...and that is good for both of us in
the long run."
"Well," I asked, "what do we do now? Where do we go from here?"
"Well, Jase ..." Kim said softly. "I've been away for five days, and I've
really missed you. I will sleep in my room if you want, but I really want
to sleep with you tonight. I think we should go to bed."
So we did. I have to say it felt weird. When I had sex with Brenda, and
then Kim came home later, I never felt strange being with Kim. Or Brenda
either. But this was different. Kim sensed that and we didn't make love
that night.
Well...not until the morning. When we did, it was the strangest thing! It
felt just like old times!
Vic and I had a long talk the next week. We talked for about an hour about
the night and how special it had been to both of us. Vic said she did not
ever want any more sex, but would treasure that night always. But most
importantly, she said she really wanted to remain good friends. I agreed,
and I told her what Kim had said -- that the friendship would probably
never be the same, that it would be closer and more loving. Vic said she
thought that was true, and that was okay with her, but she wasn't looking
for someone to make out with or go to bed with. Good friendship, yes.
Goodnight kisses, yes. Anything more, no. We agreed.
Victoria was uncomfortable at the end of this discussion though. She said
there was one thing that was bothering her. She wanted to know if I had
told my mystery girlfriend about our night together. She was relieved when
I said I had. She lightened up a lot and asked what the response was. I
told her what Kim had said about her, and about this being my first real
relationship other than my girlfriend, and that the relationship between
Vic and I was actually as important to Kim and I as it was to Vic and I. I
explained why.
"Wow!" Victoria said. "You have a very bright girlfriend -- very wise!
It's obviously NOT Cassie! And you're very lucky -- most girls would have
dumped you on the spot, you know. She loves you enough that she is not
going to let go of you. You're very lucky. Actually, Jase, you're both
very lucky."
And so it was with Victoria and I for the remainder of the school year. We
"dated," we kissed goodnight, and our friendship grew stronger. But that's
all. We are still close friends.
******
A couple of weeks after her return from Stanford, Kim and Maria made
another trip to Miami.
The purpose of this trip was ostensibly to firm up some final details for
the big social event of the summer Maria and Tony's wedding! Kim was to
be the Maid of Honor. Tony's brother was the Best Man. Jason had hoped to
be a Groomsman, but Tony had so many close relatives, he had to choose
them. He thoughtfully called Jason and explained the problem to him, and
Jason understood.
The wedding was scheduled for June 12th. When Kim returned to
Jacksonville, she was all bubbly about what a wonderful, big wedding Maria
had planned. It was really going to be something.
But suddenly, there was something different about Kim. She was just happy
and giddy all the time. Jason would like to have thought that it was
because they had easily passed the "Victoria test." That seemed to make
sense, because Kim and Jason had never been closer.
But it seemed to be more than that. Jason asked his mother if she had
noticed it and Betsy said she had, but couldn't really explain it. She
thought it was possibly just because college was basically over for Kim,
and she was happily preparing for graduation.
************
I learned the reason for Kim's behavior about a week before her graduation
from college. Kim asked me to walk down to our poolside sanctuary with
her.
She said she had made her decision about law school, and asked if I had
made mine about undergraduate. I told her I had, but was waiting to talk
to her before I announced it to our parents. She said she had waited, too,
and she wanted to tell me first.
Kim told me quietly of her decision, and then I told her mine. With two
years of pressure finally off, we hugged and kissed and laughed for a few
minutes, as we adjusted to the news. That took some doing. We talked
excitedly about the long and difficult decision process, and how we each
had arrived at our choices. It was a very serious discussion about life
goals, friends and family, and what was really most important to us.
Then, we did what we always did...we sat down and started analyzing the new
situation; tried to anticipate problems and develop solutions; and began
the long and arduous attempt to manage the new situation that would rule
our lives for the foreseeable future. As we talked practically about the
most impractical of subjects, we snuggled lovingly on a pool lounge,
occasionally nuzzling or kissing.
After several hours of talking, our hearts talked one more time. This was
a long, close talk...our hearts had a lot of plans to make, many difficult
adjustments to make to accommodate our new reality.
At last, we giggled happily as we stormed into Mom and Jack's bedroom, woke
them out of a sound sleep, and gave them the news. They got up and we
talked as a family until 4 AM, quickly fitting a bunch of pre-determined
contingency plans together to match the needs of our final decisions.
Finally, it was done.
*******
GRADUATIONS
After what seemed like an eternity, graduation approached.
Kim's was first, and of course we all went over to Gainesville for the big
day. We had actually moved all of Kim's stuff back to Jax the week before
and it was packed in the garage for future shipment to law school. There's
not much to say about Kim's graduation. It was too big, too many people,
and way too long. But, like so many things in the past, we survived it and
moved
on.
My graduation was a lot better.
Victoria Clarke gave a beautiful Valedictory speech. Everyone was
expecting a thoughtful, academic, philosophical speech from this beautiful
and dazzlingly intelligent woman.
Instead, Vic gave one of the warmest, most moving, most personal talks I
have ever heard. There was even a "Jason" paragraph. It said no matter
where we went, or what we did, we should always keep a special place in our
hearts for our closest friends. Vic actually referred to it as "the Jason
passage" in her speech, and said that each graduating senior had a "Jason"
to take with them.
After the graduation, there were hugs all around. I got hugs from Kim, who
insisted on being first. Then, Mom, Brenda, Jack, Paul, and Cassie.
Then came Vic. In front of everybody we shared a long, sweet, loving kiss.
It was our last kiss. We are still friends, and we still exchange warm hugs
when we meet, but that was our goodbye kiss.
**********
Kim and I spent the rest of the summer making the final arrangements for
the next phase of our lives.
We attended Maria and Tony's wedding, of course, and it was spectacular. I
won't bore you with the details; you know how La Familia parties by now.
One of the reasons I hesitate to try to describe it is I just don't know
where to start. Let me just say that this wedding put every other La
Familia party to shame.
Anyway...Kim and I stayed in Miami another week after the wedding. We
stayed at the little motel near the University of Miami. I had decided to
go to school at the U, and Kim helped me pick out a place to live.
With her experience living both in a dorm and an off-campus apartment at
the University of Florida, one thing Kim insisted on was plenty of room.
We looked at a number of student apartments, but none of them were right.
Too small, too run- down, too dirty ...the list of problems went on and on.
Finally, in desperation, Kim called Octavio Garcia for advice. He put us
in touch with his son, Jorge Garcia -- the one who had drunkenly hit on Kim
during her first visit to Miami. (Yeah, the one Maria literally dragged
out of the party by his ear!) Jorge, it turns out, runs one branch of the
real estate part of the Garcia financial empire.
Although Kim was a little apprehensive, she called Jorge. He immediately
canceled his schedule for the rest of the day and came to meet us at a
restaurant for lunch. He had already received a call from Octavio. Jorge
was warm and gracious. He started by apologizing to Kim profusely, and was
a gallant gentleman all day. He turned out to be a great guy who just had
a bit too much booze under his belt on one isolated evening. Wrong place,
wrong time kind of thing ...nothing more.
"Okay, Jason! You're going to be a financial genius...how much can you
afford to spend?" Jorge asked.
"Well, we've been looking at student apartments in the $400-450 range. I
don't want to spend a whole lot more than that, but I could go $500." I
replied.
"Hmmmm. Okay...another question. Are you handy? Can you fix things
around a house, take care of the lawn, stuff like that?" Jorge asked.
"Yeah, sure. I mean, I can't do electrical work or complicated plumbing,
but I can paint and do normal maintenance stuff, sure." I answered.
"Hmmm. Okay. Let's go! I have something to show you." He said quickly.
Jorge drove us to a quiet residential neighborhood in Coral Gables, not far
from the U. But this wasn't a student neighborhood, it was a nice
middle-class looking area. He took us not to an apartment, but to a house
that a realtor would describe as "...a charmer. A perfect starter home --
light and sunny, cute and cozy." The home had been built in the late
1920's. It was originally a two-bedroom, one bath home of typical South
Florida frame and stucco construction.
About 12 years previously, it had been updated. The owner had added a
master bedroom suite which included a medium-sized bedroom, an enormous
walk-in closet, and a separate master bathroom. He had also installed
hardwood floors throughout and re-modeled the smaller of the original
bedrooms into a partially glass-roofed solarium, a beautiful sun room
which looked out onto the side yard of the house. So the house now
featured one good-sized master bedroom, a second bedroom, two bathrooms,
and the solarium. It wasn't new, but it was both spacious and spotless.
Kim loved the house immediately. She knew that a college student didn't
just sleep, drink and study. A student also needed a place to cook dinner,
and a place to put his feet up on a coffee table and watch TV comfortably.
She quickly pointed out that the spare bedroom and solarium were both
perfect for study rooms, and she loved the small yard, as well as the ample
room in the kitchen, dinette, and living room. She was right -- it was
far better than anything we had seen, or even hoped to find.
"How much?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.
Jorge thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Can you go to $530 a month
-- for 12 months a year? I can't rent this just during the 9-month school
year, but if you can take it for the whole year, I can do $530. That
includes utilities, by the way."
"YES!!! Oh God yes!" Kim yelled. Jorge looked at her quizzically and then
at me.
I nodded. "What about the lease?"
"What lease Jason? We don't need a lease, unless you want one. You are
going to pay $530 per month for 12 months. If you decide to move out, you
will give me reasonable notice. I expect you to take good care of the
property, and I know you will. I would never rent this house to a
student...I own this house. But you are family, Jason. We don't need no
stinking leases, compadre!"
I later learned that the normal rent for a house like this was $1,900 to
$2,100! Without utilities. The difference between the normal rental and
what I paid was a "scholarship" from La Familia!
*********
The rest of the summer flew by...too quickly, way too quickly. Kim and I
became lovers like even we had never been. Not just in a sexual sense, but
we were so together, so "one!" It was unbelievable.
But no matter how we tried to prolong it, the inexorable tick of the clock
continued day after day. July went by so fast I can't even remember a
single thing we did. August did the same.
And finally, the day we had looked forward to with so much hope, so much
anticipation, and so much dread, was finally here. Nothing lasts forever,
and long before we were ready, our final day at home with our loving
parents arrived.
We invited Paul, Brenda, and Cassie, as well as Victoria and her mother,
over for an afternoon at the pool. They all came, and we had a great
barbeque around the pool. Kim and Jack cooked burgers and fajitas! But we
had announced that tomorrow was going to be a very long day for all of us,
and everybody left right after dinner. Vic gave me a big hug, but we had
already enjoyed our goodbye kiss at Graduation. Mom and Jack joined us for
one last excited family chat, and then went to bed. We learned later that
Mom cried herself to sleep.
Kim and I cried too.
We cried early and often as we sat by the pool that night and replayed most
of our important times together. Not just the Kim/Jase times, but also a
lot of the real early times when we were kids just getting to know each
other during that first year of our parents marriage.
We must have talked for three hours about being together for the last three
years since that magic night on the cruise. We looked back fondly, both at
the good times and the bad.
Then...our hearts talked one last time by the pool. Again, they talked for
a long, long time.
*****
You know, they say that anything which doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I think that may be true in many cases. I know for a fact that it was in
our case. We had gained so much from our terrible, but wonderful, struggle
-- both individually and jointly. We were so much stronger people as a
result of what we went through. We were even stronger because the troubles
were not something that had been thrust upon us they were burdens we had
knowingly chosen to shoulder. It was a path we chose to venture down.
We were scared to death of what tomorrow, and the next day, and the next
thousand days, would bring. And I certainly wouldn't say we were
confident. But I think we just had faith somehow ...faith in ourselves and
faith in each other.
Kim -- always the feelings person providing the perfect compliment to my
analytical nature -- said it best.
"Jase...do you remember the inscription on your Graduation Program?" She
asked. Being a guy, of course I didn't.
"It said, 'We have crossed the bay; the ocean lies beyond.' Somebody
famous once said that, I forget who. That's where we are tonight, Jase.
We have crossed a broad and treacherous bay, but a much larger, much more
difficult ocean lies beyond.
"But...we have strong ship in this family of ours. Very strong. And we
have a good crew. You're a wonderful captain."
"No, Kim, you're the heart of this ship," I corrected.
"The heart at times, yes. And we share the navigator duties. But you're
the captain, Jase...you have been for a long time. I follow you, and I do
so happily. You're definitely the captain. We are going to be challenged
now like we've never been before, but we are as ready as we ever will be.
We just have to remember one simple thing every once in a while..."
"What's that Kim?"
"We have to remember to keep a firm hand on the tiller, Jase."
"Oh yeah, of course." I knew Kim meant we had to stick to our course, like
a sailor would be steering his boat firmly, but it hardly seemed profound.
I looked at Kimmy and was greeted by a mischievous grin. I looked puzzled.
"A firm hand on the tiller, Jase." Kim whispered...as she lovingly took my
big cock in her hand and squeezed it. I couldn't help laughing as we
happily bounced up the stairs and into the house.
We made love beautifully. Just once. Just right.
Then we repeated our sacred toast: "Kim and Jason. Jason and Kim. Lovers
tonight, lovers forever."
***********
Early the next morning, Jack, Brenda and Cass came over to say goodbye.
There were a few tears and some quick hugs, and then we were off.
I drove a rented truck loaded with stuff, towing my Honda behind me. My
beautiful mother -- the other woman I love so deeply -- rode shotgun. We
pulled out of the driveway, drove a couple of miles silently, and then
pulled onto I-95 southbound, headed for Miami.
Kim was going to drive her own car, but she was so emotional she asked Jack
to drive. He had to rush back into the house because he was so excited he
had forgotten his wallet, but he quickly returned. Kim smiled happily at
this wonderful man -- her Dad -- as he drove her Beemer out of the
familiar driveway... and into the rest of her life.
Kim looked down the street where Mom and I had just disappeared around a
corner and said a quick, silent prayer to wish me a safe journey, "Vaya con
Dios, mi Amor! Vaya con Dios!"
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