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My Beautiful Angel 1 (Mf, cons, young teen)
By Mr. Freeze
Chapter One
It was a beautiful warm spring day. The dark blue sky held no clouds. A
gentle warm breeze wafted through the small Wisconsin suburb with promises
of summer only weeks away. It was a perfect day to start summer vacation,
I thought as I climbed on my brand new black Mongoose BMX bike.
I was your typical fourteen-year-old boy of the mid 1980's. I had the
classic long blonde hair that was dirty and unkempt. I looked like I
belonged in some trashy metal band. My outfits normally consisted of
black concert shirts, mostly Led Zeppelin shirts, a pair of beat up jean
shorts, knee high socks with some brightly colored stripes, and ratty
white tennis shoes. The one thing that distinguished me from most boys my
age was that thankfully I had a blemish free face, free from zits.
I slowly pedaled the two blocks to my best friend, Bobby Stanton's house,
enjoying the beautiful weather of my first day of freedom from school.
The day before was my last day at Ridgewood Junior High School. I would
be a freshman next year at Ridgewood Senior High.
I coasted into the newly blacktopped driveway over at Bobby's white ranch
style house, and laid my bike down next to the single car garage that
flanked his house. I then ran to the back door and began pounding on it.
The door opened to reveal an almost carbon copy of myself. Bobby was a
bit shorter, had a Def Leppard shirt on instead of Zeppelin, and had acne;
otherwise the two of us could have been twins.
"Hey Pete, come on down," said Bobby enthusiastically gesturing me inside.
"I got AC/DC's 'Fly on the Wall' last night."
I groaned to myself. I hated AC/DC, in fact, even though I looked like a
metal head, I was more into the acid rock of the late 60's and early 70's.
I couldn't stand modern metal, but I tolerated it because Bobby was my
best friend. Bobby was really my only friend. He was my only social
contact for the summer; at least that was what I thought then. I followed
Bobby to the basement and plopped down on an old harvest gold couch that
sat in Bobby's "play" area.
Bobby's "play" area consisted of the couch, a ratty old throw rug, a
collection of amps, a couple of guitars, a handful of effects for said
guitars, and a fairly new stereo system with a tower of speakers almost as
tall as Bobby.
"Why don't we go outside and enjoy the day instead of sitting down here
and listening to music," I offered as Bobby pulled out vinyl album from
the "Fly on the Wall" sleeve. Bobby was probably one of the last people
alive still listening to vinyl while everyone else was listening to
cassettes. In fact, he valued his vinyl more than any other possession he
owned. After playing each record, he always carefully wiped it down and
gently put it away with the greatest of care.
"Don't you want to hear this album, man?" asked Bobby looking hurt.
"Yeah, but maybe later," I lied. I really didn't care to hear the album
now, later, or ever really. If it was something from Led Zeppelin, then
maybe I would stay and listen to music on a bright sunny morning.
"What do you want to do outside?" asked Bobby still looking a bit hurt.
"I dunno. Maybe we could ride down to the park and look at the chicks over
at the tennis courts," I offered. I knew that by mentioning chicks that I
would probably get Bobby out of the house. Bobby loved his music, but if
he could go out and look at fresh meat, he was always game.
"OK, that sounds like a good idea," conceded Bobby.
I just smiled as we headed back out the door and off to the park.
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The ride over to the park took a matter of minutes as we raced each other
on our supped up BMX bikes. When we arrived at the park, we collapsed in
exhaust near the tennis courts. We had positioned ourselves in an area
near the softball diamond where it wouldn't be obvious that we were really
looking at the girls over at the tennis court. That was when I noticed
HER.
My breath nearly caught in my throat when I first saw her. She was a
tanned angel dressed in white. All white. She wore a white polo and
white shorts and white shoes. The only thing that wasn't white was the
little pink balls on her socks. She even wore a white scrunchy in her
long curly blonde hair, putting it up into a bushy ponytail. I got a
good look at her face and I knew then that I had to have her. She had
high cheekbones and a small nose that gave her the visage of a Roman
goddess. I scanned the rest of her body. She was short, but well
proportioned. Her legs were toned and firm, which was a departure for
most girls my age, which were either gangly thin and anorexic looking or
fat. Her hips were not too wide, but showed a womanly flair. Her chest
was showing, but not too much.
I looked over and noticed that she was playing tennis with Kayla Pucci.
Kayla was Nick Pucci's younger sister. Nick was one of my classmates and
a casual acquaintance. I knew who he was, and he knew who I was, and we
occasionally exchanged a few words. Kayla was a year behind Nick and me.
I then noticed that she was starting to look pretty good as well. Her
olive skin looked good against the pink polo and white shorts she was
wearing. I also noted that her chest was starting to fill out with some
fairly large tits.
My eyes then fell back on the blonde beauty that initially caught my eye.
I had never seen her before. I wondered if she was a cousin of Kayla's.
After watching her for a while it was obvious that she was a very good
tennis player. She absolutely destroyed Kayla on the court. I watched
her intensely, watching her determination, her drive, and her passion for
the game. I found I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I couldn't believe
how awesome she looked, how much her passion for her game endeared her
more to me.
Eventually the girl realized that she was being stared at. It was during
the second set when she happened to look right at me. I quickly looked
away but I pretty much knew that I was busted. She tried catching me a
couple more times. Because of that, she was starting to lose her
concentration on the court. She dropped a game and then a second. Then
she served really high, the ball sailing over the fence, and right into my
head. Not even thinking, I turned away from her and blushed. Bobby went
over and politely grabbed the ball for her as she came up to get it.
"Thanks," said the girl taking the ball from Bobby. She then walked over
to me and kneeled down so that her face was level with mine. "You ok?"
Even her voice was angelic. She smelled of strawberries. It was
incredibly intoxicating. It took all my will to look at her. When I did
I suddenly lost all ability to talk. All I could do was nod.
"Sorry I hit you," she said lightly. "I don't normally serve that bad."
She smiled at me and my heart melted.
She turned to leave and then came back again. "You were staring at me,
weren't you?"
"N...n...n...n...no, I was...s....s...s...n't," I sputtered, now very
embarrassed to have been caught. She was probably going to yell at me I
thought.
"It's ok, you can stare at me if you want," she said with a wink and then
she went back to the court.
I was nearly hyperventilating from the close call I just experienced.
Bobby was laughing at me.
"You really are a dumb ass," joked Bobby. "That ball hitting you in the
head was just classic."
I drowned out Bobby's teasing with thoughts of this angel on the court.
I worked up the nerve to start watching her play again. She was playing
better again and with a vengeance. She wasn't allowing Kayla to score any
points now. A few times she turned and looked at me and winked, which
would cause me to blush and turn away from her.
"Kayla really is filling out nicely," commented Bobby offhandedly. "I
really wouldn't mind getting a hold of those tits."
"Yeah, she really does have nice tits," I said absently, still watching
the other girl intently. "Have you ever seen this other girl around?"
"Yeah, not in school though," remarked Bobby. "I think she lives over on
Oak Street."
I calculated that she was only a block away and then wondered why I had
never seen her before. I figured she must have just moved to the
neighborhood.
It didn't take much longer for the girl to completely shut Kayla down in
the second set and end the game. Kayla then walked over to the girl and
gave her a sisterly hug and then the two began having an animated
discussion about the game. I could see the girl showing Kayla various
swings. It looked like she was giving her instruction. To my surprise,
she excused herself and then headed over to me again.
My heart was racing as she walked towards me.
"So is your head feeling better?" she asked with a smile.
Again, my mouth was not going to cooperate so I just nodded my head in the
affirmative.
"My name is Heather Grey," said the angel offering her hand to me.
Heather; the name sounded like that of a goddess.
"P...P...P...P...Peter, Peter Stark, "I managed to stammer.
"You know, you really threw off my game with your staring, "she said
seriously.
"Oh, I am sorry," I said genuinely feeling bad. My heart was racing even
faster now. I didn't want to disappoint this deity standing in front of
me.
"It's ok," she smiled. "You should be flattered to have that kind of
affect on a girl."
"You aren't mad?" I asked in surprise.
"I have to admit that I'm quite flattered that you took such an interest
in me, especially next to Kayla there," she said pointing at her dark
haired opponent.
"You're so much more beautiful," I said, immediately regretting my
penchant for opening my mouth before thinking.
Heather blushed. "Thank you, that is so sweet. I would have figured that
you would have wanted to stare at her large chest."
I couldn't believe a girl was talking to me, much less talking to me about
another girl's chest. "No, that would be my sick friend Bobby over here."
Bobby smacked me in the arm.
"Hi Bobby, nice to meet you," said Heather to Bobby with a smile, but no
offer of the hand this time.
"Nice to meet you too," said Bobby evenly. Bobby was much more
experienced with girls than I was.
I panicked inside all of a sudden. I didn't want this girl to get away.
I knew that she would probably thank me for the compliments and be on her
merry way. She would probably never give me the time of day again. I
needed to act. I needed to do something. This girl was the most gorgeous
creature I had ever laid eyes on.
"Well thanks for the compliments, "said Heather, blushing slightly. "It
was good meeting you Peter, Bobby."
She turned to leave.
"Wait," I said with more conviction than I ever knew I had.
"Yes?" said Heather, turning back to me again.
"Would you like to go for a walk in the park sometime?" I asked with an
air of confidence in my voice that I never had. My heart felt like it
was going to burst out of my chest while she stewed over what I said.
"How about now?" she replied with a smile that melted my heart once again.
"You ok with that Stanton?" I said turning to Bobby.
"Knock yourself out," he said with a wink.
"I just need to go lock up my bike first," I said turning back to Heather.
My heart was still pounding, but in a way I felt some relief for actually
getting somewhere with her.
"I will let Kayla know what is going on," said Heather, now looking a bit
nervous.
I was practically floating on air over to the bike rack. Never had a girl
agreed with me to do anything. I never even really talked to a girl
unless it was absolutely necessary, such as in a class. Certainly no girl
had ever really talked to me voluntarily in the past.
When I came back over to Heather I smiled weakly at her and she returned
my smile with a very genuine smile.
"We can take the lakeside trail if you would like," I said pointing to a
clearing in the trees on the south side of the park.
Heather had a look of confusion on her face, which I picked up on
immediately.
"You haven't been to this park before, have you?"
"Well only to play tennis. I only moved here a few weeks ago, "she
replied.
"The lakeside trail goes around a small spring fed lake in the woods
there," I said. I realized I probably sounded like a tour guide.
"I would like to see that," said Heather smiling.
The two of us started heading for the trail. I thought about taking her
hand and then thought I might scare her off if I did.
"So, where did you move from?" I asked her.
"California. Los Angeles area."
"Really?" I said genuinely impressed.
"Yeah, I hated it there. It is so much nicer here. A lot quieter."
"Did your dad get a job out here or something?" I asked.
"No, my mom did. She is a nurse. My dad doesn't live with us anymore,"
she said solemnly.
I noticed the smile vanish from her face.
"I don't have a dad," I said quickly in an effort to comfort her. Then I
paused. "He died about four years ago. It is just me and my mom now."
"Well, I do have a younger sister. She is a pain though."
"I wish I had a brother or sister," I said quietly, almost to myself. I
then changed the subject. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen, although I will be turning fourteen in July."
"I am fourteen. I am starting high school next year. I am sure you will
be too then."
"No, I won't," said Heather. "I was held back a year."
"Oh," I said not knowing how to respond to that. I wondered what caused
her to be held back. She seemed like a smart girl. I decided it would be
more prudent to not press the issue.
After a short silence I spoke up again. "You really are a good tennis
player."
"Thanks, I have only been playing for three years. My instructors say I
am a quick learner."
"Well you really kicked Kayla's butt today," I said grinning.
"I have been giving her lessons actually. She is the only friend I have
made since moving here."
Another silence followed.
"I could be your friend too," I said sheepishly, after working up the
courage.
"I would like that," said Heather softly. "I really would like that."
I felt it was now a good time to try and hold her hand. To my amazement,
she took my hand into hers the moment I moved it towards her. I then
turned and looked at her. It took enormous willpower to overcome my
meager self-esteem and look her in the eyes. My efforts were rewarded by
the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. They were a light aqua blue. I
suddenly felt we were communicating more just gazing into one another's
eyes than we had with all the talking up to that point.
Heather was the first to drop her eyes. She looked flustered for a few
seconds and then she firmly grasped my hand and led me down the trail some
more.
We walked hand in hand, taking in the scenery and talking about tennis
almost all the way around the lake. I was absolutely amazed how much
passion she had for the sport. I admired that in her. In a way I was
jealous of it because there was nothing I felt that passionate about. For
Bobby it was his music. He was always playing his guitar or listening to
records trying to figure out the music. For Heather it was tennis. I had
nothing. No passion about anything.
The walk was turning out to be one of the best things that ever happened
to me in my entire life. I felt a happiness that I had never felt before.
That was to be short lived, however. As we walked towards the clearing
again we were met by Tommy Cicero and his band of thugs.
Tommy Cicero was the school bully at Ridgewood Junior High School. He had
terrorized Ridgewood for four years, and next year would be his fifth year
terrorizing the school. Standing at six foot two and big enough to play
linebacker at the high school, he made many people's lives a living hell.
It was easy for him to find people to help him terrorize the school. He
always had four or five friends to do most of his dirty work for him.
When Heather and I met him on the lakeside path that day, he happened to
only have three thugs with him to do his dirty work.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" chuckled Tommy. "It looks like no
dick Stark has himself a piece of pussy."
"Leave us alone Tommy," I said meekly. I knew I wasn't getting out of
this without getting my ass kicked. The problem was I needed to get
Heather out of this unharmed. I quickly looked for a way out of this and
found none. We were too far into the path for anyone to see us and help
and we couldn't make a break for the clearing without getting hooked by
one of the thugs.
"So, are you going to share this little girl with me Stark?" said Tommy
with a grin.
"No," I said, getting angry. "She wouldn't want to be around you anyways."
"He's right," chimed in Heather. "You're an asshole."
"You better collar in your little bitch there, Stark," said Tommy angrily.
"Get ready to run for the clearing," I whispered to Heather. "Fuck you
Tommy!" I said out loud, charging the thug next to the lake.
My plan had worked. By taking that thug on, Heather was able to slip by
in the confusion and make a break for it. I managed to get one punch in
on the thug before I started to feel blows all over my body. The beating
was the worst I had ever gotten from these thugs. I prayed for
unconsciousness to arrive as the pain coursed through my body with each
punch and kick.
"What in the fuck is going on?" said a man yelling in the distance. I
felt the punching stop.
"I would advise you to go the fuck away," yelled Tommy.
"I would like to advise you of your rights," said the man.
I heard scurrying all around me as Tommy and his thugs bolted into the
woods.
I was now crying from the pain that wracked my entire body. I looked up
and saw Heather standing over me sobbing. I choked back the tears as best
as I could so I didn't look like a total wimp in front of her.
"Oh my god Peter, are you ok?" she cried.
I attempted to sit up. Pain shot through my body and right to my head,
which was now getting light. The edges of my vision were blurring to
black.
"I think I will live," I told her, trying to be reassuring.
"You ok kid?" said the man who shouted earlier as he arrived next to me.
"I don't know," I conceded as I tried to remain conscious, the pain
pushing me further and further from that goal.
"Who did this to you?" said the man.
"Just some fucks from school," I said. I didn't want to tell them who it
was because my next beating would be even worse if I ratted them out.
"I am Detective McGrady from the Ridgewood Police Department. You can
tell me who these people are. They need to be punished for what they just
did to you."
"I am not sure who it was. I doubt if I could give you a description
either," I said hurriedly.
"I could tell you..." said Heather. She stopped when I shot her an angry
glance and shook my head no.
"Let the girl talk," said the detective.
I shook my head at her.
The detective looked at Heather. "What can you tell me?"
"I guess I really don't remember," said Heather firmly. I felt a well of
pride that muted the pain because this girl had just stuck up for me.
"Well you should probably come with me," said the detective. "I should
get you to the hospital to make sure nothing is broken and call your
parents."
I started to get panicky. I couldn't allow the cops to call my mom. I
definitely couldn't let Heather even know about my mom. I needed to stand
up now and take the pain like a man so I wouldn't have to go to the
hospital. I stood up. Pain shot through every inch of my body. I
avoided wincing as much as I could.
"I'm just fine," I managed to say. "I don't need to go to any hospital.
I will walk home thank you."
"Here, take this card," said the detective handing me a business card. "If
those thugs give you anymore trouble, call me."
"OK," I lied taking the card. "I will call you if anything else happens."
I took Heather's hand and headed back into the main park itself and headed
back to the bike rack to get my bike. It took every ounce of pain
management I had to get me that far.
"I will walk you home," I said grimacing through the pain.
"Nonsense," said Heather looking concerned. "I will use a pay phone and
call your mom and have her pick you up. You can hardly walk."
"Heather, I will be fine," I said, practically pleading. I didn't want
her to meet my mom. That would be the end of our short friendship right
there. "Let me walk you home and make sure you make it home safely."
"You sure?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"Yes, I am sure," I said, almost demanding.
The two of us walked back to her house in silence almost the entire way.
I made it a slow going. A few times it was quite obvious that I had no
business making this walk home. When we got to Heather's front door, I
turned immediately to leave. I wasn't going to risk kissing or hugging
her and end up having her mother see me like this.
"I hope to see you some more this summer," I said as I turned to leave.
"Wait, why don't I get you my phone number and have my mom take a look at
you. She is a nurse you know."
"I should just get home," I said sheepishly.
"Nonsense, I will be right back," said Heather as she went back into the
house before I could say anything else.
I panicked. I didn't know what else to do but leave. I knew Heather
might not ever want to talk to me again if I left, but I couldn't risk her
meeting my mother. Then she definitely wouldn't ever want to talk to me.
If her mother saw me, she would definitely call my mother. That was if
she was even home. I still couldn't take the risk so I grimaced as I
mounted my bike and used every last ounce of strength and determination to
get home.
I saw that I had made the right decision when I got home. My mother's
car was parked in the driveway, along with a black Trans-Am. My mother
had a customer over. I went out to the back yard and found a patio
lounger and collapsed in it. It wasn't long before all the pain washed
over me and I slipped into unconsciousness.
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I woke up and was looking at the stars above me. I lifted my arm up to
look at the time and almost yelped out at the pain that it caused me. It
was just past midnight. I had been asleep on the lounger for over twelve
hours. I swung my legs over the side of the lounger and sat up,
reintroducing sharp pain to my body.
I sat for a few minutes, trying to adjust to the pain and then I stood.
Another wave of pain cascaded over me. I walked over to see if there were
any customers and I was happy to see there were none so I went into the
house with the intention of camping out in the basement for the next few
days while I healed up. Then I wouldn't have to worry when my mom's
customers came and went.
When I opened the back door I knew that my mother saw me before she even
said anything. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a cigarette in
her hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
"Yer home awfully late," said my mother in a drunken stupor. Every single
word was slurred.
"I was out back waiting for your customer to leave and I fell asleep," I
said, total distain for her in my voice.
"My last customer left at one in the afternoon ya dumbass," she attempted
to shout.
"Were ya in a fight, Peter?" she asked noticing my cuts and bruises.
"No, I fell off my bike," I lied.
"Bullshit, ya got yer ass kicked, and good!" slurred my mother, laughing.
"I will be sleeping in the basement for the next few days so I won't be
bothering you," I said. I then turned to go down the basement stairs.
"Jus don't come up when I is fuckin' one of my customers," said my mother.
She punctuated it by taking a swig from the bottle she was drinking from.
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I didn't leave the basement for three days. It took me that long to
recover from my wounds. Bobby had stopped by a few times to check in on
me but he quickly dismissed me to return to my world of sorrow and
self-pity. During those three days I thought a lot about the beautiful
girl that I had met. Heather. It was to me the name of an angel. I knew
that after ditching her at the front door and not being out for three days
that the likelihood of her talking to me again was quite slim. It was
that slim chance that kept me going for those three days.
After four days, I finally made my way back upstairs again. I was out of
food in the basement anyways, and my mother hadn't bought any in the while
so I would have to go to the store to buy some. My mother was asleep so I
went over to her purse, found a wad of twenties and pulled off a couple of
them. She would never miss them. Every time she got drunk or wasted, she
never could remember how much money she had. It was the only way that I
had survived for the last few years. It was the only way I could eat or
get clothes for school. Stealing from her was survival. A few times I
would steal to get something for myself like parts for my bike or a new
record but I always felt bad every time I stole from her for those
purposes. Sometimes I wanted those things so for just one moment I could
feel like a normal kid again.
With forty bucks in hand, I went out to my bike and then rode over to
McDonalds to get some lunch. I decided to not go shopping till later
because I really didn't want to go home until it got dark out. After
lunch, I decided to hit the park and see if Heather was playing tennis.
She wasn't there so I went to see if she was at home. As I rounded the
corner, I saw her out on the front lawn playing with a younger girl.
Heather was dressed in a light sundress. The younger girl was similarly
dressed and looked like Heather's younger twin. Her hair was the same
blonde, in a pony tail; her face had the same soft features and high
cheekbones that Heather's did. She was just not developed like Heather.
I almost turned back right there because I didn't want to face her but she
saw me.
"Peter!" she yelled. She started running down the street at me.
I stopped the bike and got off just as she got to me. She grabbed me into
her arms and hugged me. I returned the hug hesitantly and loosely.
"I was so worried about you," said Heather crying. "Did I do something
wrong? I thought you liked me.'
"I needed some time to recover," I said flatly.
"Why did you run off the other day before getting my number?" asked
Heather.
"I didn't want your mom to see me all beat up like that. Not a good first
impression," I said, telling a half truth.
"I can understand that. Do you want to meet her now? I know she wants to
meet the man that saved me from those hooligans."
"Sure, I guess."
When she pulled back from me, I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra
under the sundress because her nipples were poking out under the dress.
She took me by the hand and dragged me and my bike to the front yard. I
dropped the bike and then we walked up to the young girl.
"Peter, this is my sister, Tabitha," said Heather introducing the young
girl.
"Nice to meet you Tabitha," I replied.
"She's twelve years old," said Heather. "She is also a brat."
Tabitha replied to Heather by sticking out her tongue.
"Can you go get mom, Tabitha?" asked Heather still looking right at me.
"Sure," she replied and then ran into the house screaming "MOM!" at the
top of her lungs.
"I'm so happy you are ok," said Heather now looking directly into my eyes.
"I just needed a few days of rest," I replied taking in the wonderful
sight of her light blue eyes.
"I want to thank you for looking out for me like you did," said Heather
sincerely. "I don't know what those assholes would have done to me, but
you helped me get away and for that I am thankful. It also showed me the
goodness that is in your heart."
Heather leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. Shivers went through
my entire body all aimed to my manhood, which began to swell.
"Thank you," she whispered softly to me. I desperately tried to regain
normal breathing.
"You must be Peter," exclaimed a blonde thirty something woman as she came
out the front door of the house.
"Yes I am Mrs. Grey," I said. Heather giggled.
"Actually that's Ms. Tomlinson, but you can call me Cynthia. Grey is
their father's last name."
"I'm so sorry," I said blushing.
"Don't worry about it," said Cynthia giggling. "Where did you find him
Heather? He is so cute."
"Mom," whined Heather in protest.
"Thank you for protecting Heather," said Cynthia suddenly serious. "I
really appreciate what you did for her."
"I would do it again in a heartbeat," I said with a bit of bravado.
"I don't doubt that at all," said Cynthia. "Can you stay for dinner
tonight?"
"Sure, I will have to check with my mom first," I lied. I would really
call Bobby and pretend to be on the phone with his mom. My mom really
didn't give a damn where I was. Other parents liked it though when I said
I needed to check first.
"You can use the phone inside," she chirped.
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"Thanks for the wonderful meal, Ms. Tomlinson," I said putting down my
fork after conquering the huge meal that Heather's mom had prepared.
"Please call me Cynthia," she giggled. "You are too polite."
"Sorry ma'am," I said sheepishly.
Heather, her mom, and her sister all broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
The reason that I was being so polite was that I couldn't remember the
last time I had been treated so nicely. My dinners mostly consisted of
cold Chef Boyardee straight out of the can. I got home cooked meals from
time to time over at Bobby's house, but none as good as the one I just
polished off.
"I should probably get going," I lied to Cynthia. I really wanted to
stay, but I also wanted to return again so I didn't want to wear out my
welcome.
"Mom, can I walk Peter home?" asked Heather.
I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I definitely did not want her to
see where I lived. That house had a reputation; a reputation, which I was
sure, she knew about already.
"I don't..." I began to say but then I was interrupted by Heather's
mother.
"Honey, you have dishes tonight. I'm afraid you can't tonight. You can
walk him outside if you like but then I need you in here to clear the
dishes."
I was saved this time. I wondered if I was going to have to keep doing
this. It was worth it for an angel like Heather.
Heather and I walked out the door hand in hand. When we got outside,
Heather leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the lips. I took her in my
arms and drew her in and kissed her back, giving more than a small peck.
Heather resisted at first and then fell under my spell and soon her tongue
was entering my mouth. I was surprised at first. I had heard of French
kissing, but I had never had it done to me. I experienced another
awakening in my loins, which caused me to back off in embarrassment.
"Can I see you again tomorrow?" I asked hoping that she would say yes and
that I could eventually make this wonderful girl my girlfriend.
"Would you like to watch me play tennis tomorrow?" asked Heather with a
smile. "I play at nine in the morning, same park."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said as I turned to leave.
As I left, I didn't notice Heather stealthily following me home.
-- end chapter one --
-- too be continued --