Oh, it's not like she's dead or anything--at least I don't think so. I haven't seen her in more than 45 years. Except the dream a few nights ago. She was so sweet.
Guess I should go back a ways. I was a junior in high school and Josie was a sophomore. She wasn't yet sixteen, but Oh My God could that girl kiss. Personally, I was not very experienced. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but we never really got past holding hands. Life was different back in 1966. Slower. In some ways. We'd only been on a couple dates when she offered me her lips. And her gently opened mouth. And her tongue. We dated for several months. I lost track. We were planning to go to the prom together. I had big plans. I figured that was the night I'd get to second base.
Oh, I'd noticed those beautiful breasts before. Often. I'd held her close. She held my hand around her waist, tucked right up under the soft flesh but tight against her ribs while we watched TV. I'd touched the sides as we hugged and kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I told her I'd give her my class ring for her sixteenth birthday and we'd be going steady. Josie wasn't happy that I was making her wait. She wanted to go steady, i.e. have that class ring, right now.
There was a CB club that met hat her house each week and I'd heard mention of a guy in a red Corvette who was a member of the club. He liked Josie. Every week he'd ask her if she wanted to go for a ride, but she declined. Until one night when she went for the ride.
She told me she didn't think her parents would let her go, but they did and she came back with a "steady" boyfriend who'd given her his ring.
I was pretty bummed. Carol came up to me later that week. I'd dated Carol for a few months the year before but I didn't have a driver's license yet so we didn't go out often (with my parents driving). But I really liked Carol. She said, "I understand you might not have a date for prom. I wouldn't mind going. If you'd like." We went.
Well, this isn't Carol's story. It's Josie's. I quickly lost track of Josie. I'd heard she went to secretarial school and she and the guy in the 'Vette got married. I never heard that he had a job.
And that brought me to the dream. Well, I'm guessing it was reading what I wrote about Geneive in Redtail that brought me to the dream. I was sitting in my chair, pretty much overwhelmed by all I had yet to do to get my house on the market, the separation papers filed with my wife, my daughter's health insurance, and getting back to my truck and trailer. In my dream, Josie approached my chair. She just wrapped an arm around me and hugged me to those beautiful breasts that I'd never really touched. It wasn't like she was still a teenager. She was over 60, too. I wouldn't have recognized her by her looks. But I knew that was who it was. Just hugging me. Just holding me to her breast.
And then it was over. It was just a dream.
Isn't it strange how the mind works?
Oh yes. There are several girls over the years who have thanked Josie for teaching me to kiss. I still remember those kisses.