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Lynn (teens)
By Dirty Dawg (drambo@primenet.com)



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Semi-Standard Disclaimer: As usual, this is your 'vanilla' type
of male/female sex/love story here. This is NOT a story about a
nympho teenage cheerleader naked skydiver having midair sex with
her coach before landing in a cucumber patch guarded by a horny
St. Bernard.

Sorry. As usual, this is material of an explicit, adult nature, 
and should only be viewed or posessed by adults of legal age in 
whatever villiage, town, city, community, state, or country you 
happen to harken from. Failure to safeguard this material in an 
appropriate manner might result dire consequences. You have been
warned.

NOTE:This story does contain 'sexual contact' (although NOT 
intercourse) with characters that might be considered too young 
in some places. Both characters in question are in their late 
teens, and in the context of the story it is not (in my opinion) 
exploitative or seemy. Faithful Readers will have to make their 
own judgements, however.

Now that THAT's out of the way, let's get on with the story.

As always, comments, questions, suggestions, flamage and so on 
can be directed to drambo@primenet.com


October, 1982


        Walking back down to the old field brought back all
the memories, all the wonderful moments of high school. I'd
had a better time of it than most kids these days, and I
remembered those autumn afternoons spent on the gridion
fondly. I guess the fact that I was the starting quarterback
and captain of the team had a little bit to do with it. The
memory of those years was running through my mind as I
approached the field. There was another game going on today,
one with different players and different opponents, but some
things remained the same. Youthful enthuasism, dedication,
drive, determination, the hunger to win...it was all still
there, out on the field and in the stands.
        I stopped down by the end zone and leaned over the
waist-high fence that surrounded the football field. This
was the same exact field I'd spent four years on as QB. I
looked over at my high school team, in a huddle, and had to
grin. The QB was wearing my old jersey, #15. Only, instead
of my last name written across the back, it said "JENNINGS."
I wondered who Jennings was, and if he was any good. I
decided to stick around and watch a while.
        Looking over at the home crowd, I spotted the
cheerleaders working the stands, their short, dark blue
skirts swishing side to side as they went through their
routines. I had to smile, and then I had to remember.
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October, 1972

        My breath was coming hard. I chanced a glance over
my shoulder. The clock on the scoreboard, and the scoreboard
itself, told the entire story. There was less than a minute
in the game, the score was 28-0, and my team, the Falcons,
were leading. I'd passed for four touchdowns and over 200
yards that day. It was the last game of the season. After
coming off a perfect 8-0 undefeated season, I'd taken the
Falcons first to sectionals, then regionals, and finally, to
the state championships. Well, the Class III-C
championships, but it was still the state championships. And
we were winning. With less than sixty seconds to go, nothing
could stop us. The clock was stopped, and I took a few
seconds to catch my breath.
        I looked at my teammates in the huddle and had to
smile. We'd come far as a group, playing together for four
years, first as the Freshman team, then as JV, and finally
when we were Juniors, we were all promoted, en masse, to
Varsity. And we'd kicked some serious ass all up and down
the county. This was our crowning moment. I looked from face
to dirty face, uniform to muddy uniform. And then my eyes
came to rest on Todd.
        His uniform was spotless. His helmet unscratched.
The back of my own helmet had sixty-three small football
decals on it, one for every touchdown I'd passed, handed
off, or run across the line myself. Todd's helmet was bare.
In four years of playing football, Todd had been in on
exactly six plays. This was his seventh.
        Todd was my best friend, had been since the 2nd
grade. Todd was a great guy, the absolute heart and soul of
the team. Everyone liked him, a few of the guys might even
have loved him. He was at every practice, giving 200
percent, doing everything the starters did, only slower and
a little less gracefully. Hell, a lot less gracefully. Todd
was a great guy, my best friend, but possibly the worst
football player the world had ever seen. The six previous
plays the coach had put him in on were all in games where we
led by at least three touchdowns, and always late in the
fourth quarter. He'd played hard and sweet and honest, but
I'd never given him a pass or a handoff. The coach called
the plays, and as much as the coach knew Todd wanted to
handle the ball just once in a game, he'd always called
running plays or passing plays to the opposite side. I
smiled at my best friend and he smiled back, excited to be
playing in this, the state championship game. SOmething he
would be able to tell his grandchildren about, I thought.
        I glanced over my other shoulder and took the sign
from the coach. He wanted me to fake a handoff to one
running back and give it to the other. I nodded, turned back
into the huddle...and set a completely different set of
circumstances into motion. We were one, maybe two plays away
from the end of the season, the end of our high school
careers, the end of a championship year. I was captain and
QB. I was taking control.
        I looked at my teammates and said it. "Red right 39.
Todd." Todd gulped. I looked from face to face, looking for
dissention. At least three of the linemen had seen the sign,
and knew that I'd changed it. All I saw were warm smiles and
knowing looks. They wanted this, too. They wanted to give
Todd the chance to catch a ball in a game, make a
contribution. He'd earned it, and I knew that my teammates
would give their all to make sure that it happened.
        We broke the huddle and assembled, Todd on my left,
at tight end. The play was simplicity itself. A twenty yard
run, then ten in. When he turned, the ball would be in his
hands. He knew it, I knew it. He had only to catch it.
        The defense lined up, and I checked it. They were
expecting a run play, or perhaps even for me to fall on the
ball and run down the clock. Everything started moving in
slow motion. I could see my breath coming in soft white
puffs as I leaned over the center and looked right, then
left. My eyes met Todd's, and then unfocused a little more,
and I saw Lynn standing behind Todd, on the sidelines, her
pom-poms forgotten, her hands at her face, looking at her
boyfriend.
        Lynn and Todd had been going out since anyone could
remember. He had asked her out in the seventh grade, when
she was...well, not exactly ugly, but she was nothing to
brag about. Kind of short, with dirty blonde hair she wore
in a listless ponytail. Todd had shyly approached her and
asked her to go out with him, and thrilled, she had
accepted. They had been together ever since, and were a
shoe-in to be named Senior Couple when the yearbook came out
later that spring.
        Lynn had changed a lot in the six years she and Todd
had dated. Sometime over our sophmore summer, she had
bloomed. She was gorgeous, tall and lithe and blonde and
tanned and perfect. Her high, saucy breasts caught more than
one eye as she walked down the hall, and the rear view was
even better. Her tight, taut ass was something to behold.
The boys had started coming around then, hanging around
Lynn's locker, asking her out, trying to pry her away from
Todd. To Lynn's credit, she had stayed loyal, remembering
when none of the boys would even give her a second glance.
Remembering that Todd had loved her when she looked just OK.
..and she loved him. Todd loved her. And I loved her.
        My head swivelled back to stare at the opposing
noseguard, and as I called out the count, I remembered...



June 1972...three months earlier


        The phone call caught my by surprise. It was the
first week of summer vacation, and I was planning on
sleeping in. My summer job wasn't scheduled to start for
another week, and Todd was away at summer camp, working as a
counselor. My own girlfriend and I had broken up about a
month ago, so it couldn't be here.
        "'Lo?" I mumbled from under the covers.
        "David? It's Lynn." There was something wrong,
something in her voice that snapped me awake in a second.
"Could you come over please? I... I...oh, God, David, please
just come over!"
        "I'll be right there," I said, and hung up. I jumped
out of bed and threw on a pair of old, faded jeans and a t-
shirt. I slid my naked feet into some topsiders and ran down
the stairs, grabbing my carkeys as I went out the front
door. My new car, a 69 Mustang, sat in the driveway, sleek
and silent. Dad had given it to me for my 17th birthday a
few weeks ago, and it was the love of my life. I jumped in
and fired it up, backed into the street and turned towards
Lynn's house. It was normally about a ten minute drive. I
made in three.
        I knew something was up when I turned down her
street. Cars were parked everywhere. I parked in a
neighbor's driveway and made my across the street. Parked
directly in front of Lynn's house was an olive-drab Army
staff car. Standing on her front porch were an Army Captain,
a chaplin, and a woman, probably the Captain's wife. It was
a notification team, and I knew instantly what had happened.
        Lynn's brother, Kevin, was in Vietnam, with the
Army. He was a LRRP (Long Range Reconnisance Patrol),
assigned to the 173rd Airborne Division near Chu Li. LRRP
duty was among the most dangerous duty there was. Their name
said it all. Long Range Recon; deep into enemy territory.
        I ascended the stairs and nodded to the Army
personnel. I tapped the Chaplain on the shoulder and
motioned him over with my chin.
        "Yes, my son?"
        "I'm a friend of the family's. Actually, a friend of
Lynn's. She called me a few moments ago, but I don't know
what's happening. It would help me a lot if you could give
me some idea. I assume this is about Kevin?" The padre
nodded sadly. "KIA?" I asked, and he shook his head.
        "MIA. I'm sorry, son."
        I thanked him and went inside. Lynn was sitting on
the couch in the living room, sniffling softly. I went to
her, and she buried her face in my shoulder. I held her and
stroked her back as she let it out, the sobs wracking her
petite body. After about half an hour she straightened up,
ran both hands through her hair and demanded that I take her
somewhere... anywhere.
        We jumped in my car and we drove out to the country.
County Route Twelve is a long, windy stretch of driving with
plenty of serene, beautiful scenery. I held Lynn's hand as
we drove, more to give comfort than anything else.
        Now, before any of you think me a cad and assume
that I made moves on my best friend's long-time girlfriend
when she was vulnerable, let me just say here that I may
have been a normal, hormonally-charged horny teenager back
then, but I wasn't that much of a cad. I was just there for
her, when she needed a friend. As the weeks went by, we
spent a lot of time together. She and Todd still wrote, and
Todd wrote me a letter thanking me for being there for Lynn
when he couldn't. He'd wanted to quit his summer job and
come home to be with her, but Lynn had insisted that he
stay. Todd needed the money for college, and Lynn had me
there for...comfort.
        Neither of us was sure when it started. She slowly
became accustomed to the fact that her brother was missing
in action. The crying jags lessened, and she started to
smile and laugh more. The first time I made her laugh after
the awful news, she stopped in the middle and looked
stricken. I took both her hands in mine and told her softly
that it was ok to laugh, ok to have some fun, that Kevin
would want (I was careful to always use the present tense,)
her to go one with her life. "Never forget him, Lynn...but
live your life." She thanked me, and kissed me on the cheek,
and I forgot about it.
        About eight weeks after the awful news had been
delivered, towards the middle of August, Lynn and I were
spending most of our free time together. We went to the
movies a few times, and out to the lake once or twice. I
enjoyed her company, and she mine. She was a funny,
intelligent girl, sexy as all hell. I can still remember how
she looked in that binkini...and later, how she looked out
of it.
        How Lynn and I came to almost make love in the back
seat of my car up at the lake is still a little cloudy. I
knew from Todd that Lynn was a virgin, and that she was
saving herself for her husband. Even in the aftermath of the
sexual revolution, some girls still wanted to present their
husbands with an untouched body. Apparantly, Lynn was one of
those girls, and it added, somehow, to her sexiness. Knowing
that she loved to neck (also from Todd,) and that she'd let
him touch her nubile breasts through her top, but never
underneath, listening to Todd's accounts of her growing
excitement and horniness under his hands had always turned
me on. I'd been silently rooting for Todd to wear down
Lynn's resistence and finally make love with her. For me, at
that time, it was a forgone conclusion that they would marry
after college. After all, they were applying to the same
schools.
        Lynn and I were up at the lake, one of the last
weekends of summer before Todd was to return. She got all
sentimental on me, thanking me for being there for her when
she needed it, for being her friend. She was sitting in the
passenger seat, turned slightly towards me, and I could see
the crotch of her bikini stretched tightly across her mound.
So tight, in fact, that the fat lips of her pussy were
creating a channel in the material.
        I leaned over and was planning to kiss her on the
cheek, like I always did, when Lynn turned her head at the
last minute and our lips met for the first time. It was a
soft, lingering kiss, one that slowly grew in heat and
passion. The shared experiences of the last two months
surrounded and enveloped us, and before we knew it, we were
necking like long-time boyfriend and girlfriend. Her arms
came around my neck, and she pulled me against her, forcing
my body on top of hers. My hands went to her hips, her soft,
silken hips, and then around her back. We were sort of half
on our backs, half on our sides...my hand gently cupped an
asscheek and tested its firmness with my fingers.
        Her buttock was perhaps the most perfect female
teenaged butt I had ever felt, and I never wanted to let go.
I pulled her against me, and she could feel my warm, aching
need pressing into her belly from inside my swimsuit.
        Suddenely, Lynn's mouth opened against mine, and I
felt her tongue licking at my lips. I opened my mouth to
hers, and we started Frenching deeply, adding more fire and
passion and heat to the kiss. One of my hands came up and
cupped a breast; I expected her to stop, and half of me knew
that I'd grabbed her tit for exactly that reason. I was
hoping that she would break away and slap me, tell me to
behave myself, and then the moment would be over. But I
wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit that the other half of
me wanted to feel her breasts for the sake of feeling them,
that I'd always wondered what it would be like to feel and
taste her delicious looking, saucy little tits.
        Surprising me, Lynn groaned into my mouth and
pressed her body harder against mine, crushing her right tit
into the palm of my left hand. My thumb worked the nipple
softly, slowly, arousing it to a hot, hard point in a matter
of seconds. And then instinct took over. Unlike my friend
Todd, I had enjoyed the pleasure of a woman, two women, in
fact. I knew what to do. I'd fucked both my previous
girlfriends, but I knew instinctivly that this was not a
fuck. I was going to make love to Lynn, and her to me, and
it was going to be one of the most special moments of both
our lives.
        My hands went to her neck, and I undid the knot
holding her bikini top on. It was dark and deserted at the
lake, but the moonlight gave me enough to see by as her top
fell away to reveal two breasts, perfect as only a
teenager's can be, full and firm and round. They were stark
white in contrast to her tanned chest and abdomen, and the
difference really turned me on. Hadn't someone once said to
me that white meat was the best part?
        I dropped my lips to her breasts and circled one
full, hard nipple with my tongue, taking it gently between
my lips to suck and lightly bite. Lynn's fingers wrapped
themselves in my hair as she tugged me tightly to her
breasts. I went from one to the other, giving as much equal
attention as I could manage.
        "Oh....David....this feel so gooooood," Lynn moaned.
I just grunted in response...and then I lifted my head,
looked into her eyes and kissed her softly, almost
brotherly, on the lips. "Are you sure?" I asked.
        Lynn stared into my eyes.
        "We're going to make love, aren't we?" she asked in
a small, scared voice.
        "If we keep this up, we are. But if you want to,
I'll stop right now. I'd be full of shit if I said I never
thought about doing this with you. I've been attracted to
you for years. But..." I drifted off.
        "Todd is your best friend," Lynn said softly. "And
he's my boyfriend." I just nodded. Lynn kissed me again, and
then buried her face in my neck, her hands lightly stroking
my chest. My arms went around her back, and we held each
other for about two minutes.
        Finally, Lynn pushed away from me, only a little,
and then kissed me again, hungrily, like a woman would.
"David," she said, "This is probably not going to make much
sense. What Todd and I have is... seperate from you and me.
I love Todd and you can believe that. But, in a way, a
different way, I love you, too. Not the way a girlfriend and
boyfriend love each other, not romantic love...but love just
the same. A special love. You were there for me when I
needed you. You spent all your free time with me this
summer. You helped me get through one of the toughest things
in my life. I would have fallen apart without you. When Todd
comes back... he and I will still be going out, and you and
I will just be...over. It wouldn't be fair to Todd to...
share me with you. This is my way of saying...thanks."
        "You could have gotten a card," I teased, and then
grew serious. "Lynn...it does make sense. You feel very
close to me right now, very special and loved and protected,
and I'm glad that I could do this for you. But...this is
something special, something you should share with Todd, or
the man you're going to marry. I love you kiddo...not in the
way that a boyfriend loves a girlfriend, or a husband loves
a wife...not even the way a brother loves a sister. The way
two very special friends love each other. I'll always be
here for you, Lynn...I'll always be your friend. Even if
Todd and I aren't friends, which is pretty hard to believe,
you and I will still be...because we've shared this night,
this moment. Even though it's not going to end the way
either of us planned...it will still be special, because we
both realized that we love Todd more than we love each
other, because we both know that we wanted to do this...but
we didn't. We stopped in time." And with that, I picked up
her top, retied it around her neck, gave her one last, soft
kiss on the mouth, and sat up.
        We were silent on the drive home, both of lost in
our thoughts. I was sure that I was going to kick myself in
the morning. When I dropped Lynn off, she got out of the car
and walked around to my side.
        "Walk me up?" she asked, and I got out and followed
her. At her front door, Lynn took my hands and put them on
her waist. "David... you have no idea how much I love you
right now. What you said, up there, in the car, goes double
for me. I'll always be your friend, and I'll always be here
for you. All I can say is that the girl that gets you is
going to be the luckiest girl I know. You're a very special
guy, David...and I don't want you ever forgetting that." And
then we kissed one final time. Softly, gently, on the lips,
the passion overriden by tenderness. We hugged, and Lynn let
herself in.
        Todd returned six days later.

        October, 1972 - The Game

        I saw Lynn standing there, on the sidelines, her
pom-poms forgotten, hands at her mouth. I caught her eye,
and she smiled at me for a half second before turning her
attention back to Todd, back to the man she loved. Some of
the other cheerleaders had teased her at first, for dating
what was essentially the team loser. Lynn had defended Todd
so ardently and, yes, viciously, that they had backed off.
No one was looking at her as she watched Todd. They were
working the crowd, the other girls taking up Lynn's slack as
she watched perhaps the final play of Todd's high school
football career.
        "This one's for you, Lynn," I thought as I called
the last count. There was the briefest of pauses, and then
the center shoved the ball into my hand. We were tired, it
had been a long season, and I half expected the line to
buckle. Had their been college or pro scouts in the stands
that night, they would have signed every single linemen to a
lifetime NFL contract. No professional team worked as well
as those guys did that night. I had enough time in the
pocket to do my laundry and make a sandwhich before I had to
worry about getting nailed.
        The defense, expecting a run play, was caught off
guard when they saw me drop back, rolling right. Todd was
off like a shot, making his twenty yards in the blink of an
eye. He planted his left foot and came across the field,
turning at the ten-yard-in mark. The ball had left my hand
on autopilot, a thirty-yard frozen rope that hung there like
a brown, fat bullet and hit Todd right in the numbers. There
was a tiny, pristene moment when it looked like he was going
to drop it, and then Todd found the handle, planted his
other foot, and blazed past his stunned defender. It was
thirty yards to the end zone, and as Todd gained speed, I
looked over at the sidelines. The coach was smiling at me,
and he gave me the thumbs-up, saying that he understood. I
chanced a quick glance over at Lynn. She was jumping up and
down, this incredible smile on her face. I looked downfield,
and Todd was just crossing the goal line. He ran into the
endzone like a man with a rocket strapped to his ass; his
nearest pursuer was ten yards away. He ran across the width
of the endzone, holding his forefinger in the air. It was a
meaningless touchdown in a blowaway championship game, but
for Todd...for Todd it was the culmination of four long
years of hard work. A touchdown in the final seconds of the
state championship game. I felt my heart welling, and tears
in my eyes as the whistle went off, the crowd emptying onto
the field. Todd made his way through the crowd, through the
backslaps, tearing his helmet off. He didn't let go of the
ball, though. Not until he got to Lynn.
        She stood, waiting for him, her hands clasped across
her breasts. Todd stopped short in front of her and looked
down at her proud, tear-streaked face. He just smiled wider,
and then shyly, he handed her the ball. Lynn took it in her
left arm, and threw her right arm around Todd's neck. As my
teammates lifted me onto their shoulders, the entire scene
was framed for me like the final shot of a sports movie. The
cheering crowd on the field, Todd and Lynn kissing like a
returning war hero and his bride, and above them, above it
all, the scoreboard, with the 00:00 blinking and the score
screaming at me in six-foot high white bulbs: 34-0. It was a
perfect ending to a perfect season.
        Later, in the locker room, the guys drifted out
until it was just Todd and me. He sat in front of his
locker, still in his gear, as if he was reluctant to take it
off. He just stared into the interior of his locker,
breathing slowly and evenly. I'd showered and changed, and
was preparing to leave. I sat on the bench next to Todd.
        "Great catch, man," I offered.
        "Yeah." His voice was distant. "Great throw," he
added after a minute. "Just like we practiced...since I was
seven." He laughed, a hollow laugh that made me feel
suddenly wary. A little voice in the back of my head was
screaming that something was up.
        "I wanna thank you, man. You didn't have to do that.
You took a big chance. I could have let you down, you know."
        I clapped him on the back. "Nah," I said. "I knew
you wouldn't."
        "Yeah." Again, that hollow laugh. "Just like you
didn't. Let me down, I mean." And then I knew. Todd knew.
She told him. I looked at the floor, feeling my jaw clench.
Was this the end of our friendship?
        "I want to thank you again, man...." He let his
breath out in a huge, long rush. "Lynn told me. About what
happened up at the lake. She told me everything." I waited
for the other shoe to drop. "And..." Todd stopped, searching
for the words. "And...I'm not sure I could have done what
you did, if the situations were reversed." Todd turned and
caught the look on my face, and quickly moved to clear his
position. "I mean...I probably couldn't have...stopped. I
understand how it happened, and why it happened. And I want
to...thank you...for letting me keep my girlfriend."
        That stunned me. "Todd!" I started. He held up a
warning hand.
        "No, David...no. Don't. You're the starting QB.
Captain of the team. BMOC. Handsomest guy in class.
Straight-A honor student. Friend to all, enemy to none. You
can stop me anytime."
        I laughed, and then he laughed, and some of the
tension was broken. "Seriously, David...if you and Lynn...
had ended up making love up at the lake, it would have been
over for her and me. A girl's first....that's something
special. Something that can only happen once. My dad told me
that women need a reason to have sex, and men just need a
place. She gave you a reason, and you...did the right thing.
The right thing by her, by me, by all of us, and I'll never
forget it." He paused, as if he was thinking wether or not
to finish it, and then he went ahead anyway. "Part of me
wants to...hate you for what happened. But...I was there,
you were here, she needed someone, and I couldn't be here...
you were. You grew close. It happens. But...it all came out
ok. Lynn and I are still together, and I trust her more,
now, than I did. I know she loves me, and I know I love her.
And for that, I want to thank you. I'll never forget it."
        I stood and clapped him on the back. "Talk to you
later man. Go find Lynn, go up to the lake, and enjoy
yourself. I'm going home and going to bed." I was almost out
of the locker room when his voice reached out to me.
        "David?"
        "Yeah, pal?"
        "How was it man?"
        "How was what?"
        "Lynn. I still haven't gotten my hands on those
tits!" He laughed, and I knew he was kidding. Sort of. I
walked back over to him.
        "Todd...they're just bags of fat and skin. It's not
her tits you want, it's what's under them that you want. Her
heart. And that, that my friend, you've already got."
        "Yeah, " Todd agreed, "but she let you see them. And
touch them. She let you touch her places she won't let me.
How do you think that makes me feel?"
        I sighed. "Todd...this may sound strange, but here
goes: When Lynn and I were up at the lake, it was the right
time and place for... what happened. You and her just
haven't gotten to that time and place yet. It has nothing to
do with you...specifically. She's just...waiting until the
right moment. Believe me, man...she loves you more than any
man has a right to expect. Me, you...anyone. When the time
and place are right...she'll give herself to you in a way
she could have never given herself to me, or any other man.
What you two share is...perfect and special and wonderful.
When the right time and place come along, you'll understand
what I mean."
        "Yeah, I guess," Todd said softly. I clapped him on
the shoulder and left.



June, 1973

        The prom was winding down when I felt a tap on my
shoulder. I turned around to face Todd. He took my date's
hand from mine and escorted her to the dance floor. As Todd
left my line of sight, I saw Lynn standing there, looking
goregous in her special dress. She held out her arms, and I
walked over and escorted her to the dance floor after Todd
and my date.
        It was a slow song, but not an overly romantic one.
Lynn and I stared into each other's eyes. I was leaving the
next week for the Naval Academy. This was probably our last
chance to be together. Midshipmen didn't get a lot of time
off.
        "Looking foward to the Navy, David?" Lynn asked, and
I just nodded. "Aren't you glad the war is over?"
        "Well, we've still got guys over there..." I
started, and immediately regretted it. Lynn saw my stricken
expression and smiled softly.
        "It's ok. You can talk about it. If anyone has the
right to talk to me about Kevin, it's you." Her hand came
down from my shoulder and fount my right wrist. A sterling-
silver MIA bracelet was around that wrist. It said simply
"Lt. Kevin Walker" and below that "USA 6-23-72 Laos" I'd
gotten it from the Association of POW and MIA Wives in
Washington DC, and I'd sworn to myself that I'd wear it
until either Kevin came home, or his body was accounted for.
I hadn't made a big deal out of the bracelet; as a matter of
fact, I hadn't told anyone. Lynn had just...noticed it. "I
can't tell you how much it means to me that you...made the
effort to remember my brother."
        There wasn't anything to say, so I didn't say
anything. We just danced the rest of the number, staring
into each other's eyes. I knew something Lynn didn't know I
knew. She and Todd were going to be spending the night in a
hotel room that I'd helped him bankroll. Tonight, as Todd
had solemnly informed me, was "The Night." I'd even grabbed
a couple of condoms for him; he was too embarrased to buy
them himself.
        As the music ended, I leaned in and kissed her
softly on the cheek. Then, unable to resist, I whispered in
her ear, "Have fun tonight," and straightened up. Lynn was
blushing to the roots of her naturally blonde hair. She
punched me on the arm and then gave me a wicked smile.
        "I will!" she promised, turned and returned to
Todd's side. My date came back to me, and we spent the rest
of the night in each other's arms. I took her to the lake in
my Mustang that night, and yeah, I fucked her in the
backseat of the car. As I rose and fell above my date that
night, I wondered what Lynn and Todd were doing, and if they
were having as much fun as I was.
        I figured they were probably having more.
Discovering each other's body for the first time was an
incredible experience, and I was glad that Lynn had managed
to save herself for Todd. I'd given Todd some quick lessons
on what to do, aided by my parent's copy of "The Joy of Sex.
" He'd been simply amazed at all the different positions two
people could twist themselves into, and I'd cautioned him
into going slow, taking his time. I explained how a girl
needs much more foreplay than a guy, and told him that Lynn
would enjoy herself much, much more if he went slow and was
patient with her.
        I left for Annapolis the next week. I said goodbye
to Todd at the train station. Lynn didn't attend, but Todd
sent her regrets and her goodbyes. That was the last time I
saw Todd.


        October 1982

        The voice caught me by surprise. It was the same.
Honey-sweet with a touch of huskiness. "Hey, stranger!" I
turned, and Lynn was standing there. She was older, more
mature, as was I, but she still held the youthful beauty
that had attracted me to her in the first place.
        "Hey yourself!" We ran into each other's arms and
hugged like old friends do. Seperating, we took stock of
each other and smiled even wider. As a teenager, Lynn had
been cute and sexy. As an adult, she was a knockout. Her
hair was 
