Chapter 4: Barbara’s Research

After Becky and Carol were spirited away by the US Marshals, I felt there was a void somewhere deep within me, despite the fact that Becky and I had only been together for a couple of weeks, then her mother for only a couple of days, we had developed a deeply caring relationship for each other. I dated a few girls, and it was fun for all of us, but the spark wasn’t there, and we all became good friends.

Anyone saying they have a big dick, probably doesn’t, frankly, it’s a pain-in-the-ass. Where do you put the damned thing? Especially if you’re a competitive swimmer or diver, Speedo’s don’t hide much as it is, try stuffing in a triple helping of meat and balls, and someone’s going to notice, usually not that cute blonde on the other team, that your trying to impress, and trying not to think about the possibility of success, which could get really painful. After the first time in the locker room shower, I prayed to be struck deaf. Of course I always had plenty of space in the shower, I guess the other guys were fearing a rabid attack or something. Guy’s If your dreaming of one, don’t ... just don’t. It ain’t worth it.

There is nothing worse to a teenage boy’s ego, than to hear those fatal four words from a girl. “You’re a good friend.” I got that all the time, and while those friendships meant a lot, the first time I heard them from a girl, it seemed to take a little piece of my heart. I know it sounds unreasonable, and I’ll be the first to admit it’s an ego trip.

That’s why, when Barbara---a girl on the swimming team---told me I was a great friend, I smiled, and assured her that I felt the same way, but inside it hurt. Unreasonable, and irrational as it was. Barbara Connor was a junior, on the honor roll every semester, and beautiful---I mean Bay Watch, Pamela Anderson gorgeous---She was tall, almost six foot, blonde with an hour-glass figure. The confusing thing was I never saw her as a possible girlfriend. There was just something about her that made me want to know her on a more intimate level than just friends, and to this day, I don’t think it was about sex. At least I hope so.

By the summer of the previous year I had moved from swimming to the diving team and was doing fairly well. Barbara was primarily a swimmer, but also was an accomplished diver. Diving Practice for all diverspractices started in mid-June, and we had access to the school gym, for the few of us that wanted to do any weight training, but primarily for the trampoline. I have been on the apparatus since the third grade, back in New York, I was told that I was very good, to me it was just fun, except for training.

The third day, Barbara came to me. “Could you help me out after were finished? I’m having a dickens of a time trying to do anything, I keep traveling all over the mat.”

I thought we both knew what her problem was and could see why she would want some private one-on-one. “I’d be glad to and think I might be able to help. We’ll talk about it after class.” The team filtered out and there were just the two of us. “I think the issue is that on a diving board, you need to have a little forward momentum to make sure you clear the board. Here, on a trampoline, all momentum has to be purely vertical, any deviation and you go off wandering in space, which on a tramp, isn’t much area to work with. You need to adjust your center of balance, both here, and on the board. There, you need to allow the speed of your approach to supply the momentum. You notice that you tend to travel to far away from the board on your forward and reverse dives, you’re losing a lot of height because of it, not to mention points.”

I could see that she started to get mad, but quickly calmed down. “Yeah, these things---she slapped a boob hard---have been a pain in the ass since the eighth grade” she sighed “I saw you noticed that I started to get mad at you. I guess it was just that my first thought is that you were making a smart remark about these. I’m kind of touchy about them.” She blushed at the possible double meaning.

“I can kind of relate, your problem is right out there for the world to see, no cut intended, mine is a little more subtle.”

“I’ve heard a lot of the guy’s jokes about you. Mostly from the same jerks that crack jokes about me, to my face even.” I winced.

“If you ever want to vent to someone who has a vague idea of what you deal with, I’ll be glad to be your sounding board. For now, let’s work on your center.” I rigged her up with the safety harness, which was a good thing since she would have flown halfway across the gym otherwise. Eventually she found a good center and was consistently dead center on the mat. I unharnessed her and she stayed steady.

“I want to try a flip.”

“OK, but do a reverse, that way any forward momentum is canceled out by the backward spin.” She was consistent and even did a good double.

She made her way off the trampoline, me taking her hand. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate the help.” She gave me a big hug, then headed for our respective locker rooms. “Tom.” she stopped and turned toward me. “Were you serious about letting me talk about ... things?”

“Sure, let’s hit the showers and I’ll meet you out front, maybe we could grab a shake at What-A-Burger.” I’ll be honest, I had to take a cold shower.

I thought that she might just meet me there, but when I got out, she was standing next to my car. I opened the door for her---which surprised her---and headed for the local burger joint.

“So, this is the infamous “Red-Rambler” she said looking around the car.

“I don’t know about infamous ... wait, is that what they call it?”

“That is what everyone who knows Wanda or Sandy does. They seem to think it’s some kind of wonder machine.”

“Anything but, however it does have a couple convenience items that are useful.”

“What is it about you? I mean, you have these girls singing your praises, they broke up with you, well Wanda did, yet you still are best friends. You give the best massages in the world, but you have never made a pass at any of us girls on the team. And I see you looking at us, specially me, but not like the other guys.” She laughed “I know you not queer, your harem is proof of that. You do know that you could have just about any girl on the team, don’t you.”

“OK ... I’ll just file that away for future consideration.” I laughed, she blushed. “Can I be totally honest with you?” she nodded. “It takes every bit of willpower I have most days, just to keep my brain in my head, and not below my belt. There isn’t a girl on the team that isn’t drop dead gorgeous. You will notice I usually have a towel wrapped around me.”

“Yeah, but you usually do even when you’re not around us.”

“For the same reason you’re wearing a bulky sweatshirt on one of the hottest Florida summers we’ve had in decades. The other reason is that you girls are my family, you trust me to treat you with the respect you deserve, specially you.”

“There you go, where do you get these things, what makes you different from the rest of the herd.”

“I had a friend, she taught me everything I know about girls, about life. She was wise beyond her years and made me promise to always treat people the way they deserve. But this was supposed to be about you venting to me, not me defending not wanting to get into your panties.” That got a really good blush out of her.

“I wish you would. If my panties were all you wanted to get into. I haven’t had a date in the last couple years whose only thought was to fuck my tits. It’s gotten so I don’t even want to look at these things in the mirror.” She started to tear up.

“Is there somewhere we can go so were not in a crowd. It looks like you need to do more than just vent.”

She looked at me funny. “You’re not telling me you don’t know where the best submarine race sites are.”

“Sure, but with the reputation my poor maligned car seems to have, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression I’m just trying to get you alone.”

“There you go again; I trust you to keep my virtue intact. The groves will be fine.”

We went out to my favorite spot and parked, and she let it all out. She yelled, cursed, and cried, I wound up holding her as she let out years of frustration. When she regained her composure, she sat up and kissed me. When she took my hand and started to slip it under her sweatshirt, I stopped her. “What’s wrong?”

“If Wanda told you about this car, your good enough friends for her to tell you most of our story. I almost made a big mistake with her. As much as I would like to, I won’t make the same with you. Give it a couple of days to think about it and if you want to see me again, It would be my pleasure to take you out.”

“Incredible, the girls are not going to believe this.”

“You’re not going to tell them ... are you?”

She got a big Cheshire cat grin on her face. “What do you think? If we’re family, then I can tell my sisters anything.” I couldn’t help but think I was in big trouble.

The next day at practice, all the girls would call me brother when the guys weren’t around. I glared at Barbara, she just grinned and gave me a little wave. “She is so going to pay for that.” I thought to myself. It took another two days for her to tell me she wanted a date.

“Dinner and a movie?”

“Dinner sounds good, but I like where we went last time.”

“Just as long as you understand there are no expectations on my part.”

“Your weird, just simply weird.”

“And you’re going out with me, because?” she slapped my arm and we both laughed.

I picked up Barbara at four and we drove to Orlando, had a great meal before heading to the groves.

I made several additions to the car’s amenities. The main thing is that I added two batteries to power three fans. Two for the windows and one that hung over the rear-view mirror. I also figured out how to make it easy to install screens for all four windows. The material was two layers thick, so they actually kept people from seeing in as they walked by the car. It took a while longer to set up the car than it used to.

The groves gave off an almost overwhelming citrus aroma. We just sat back watching the sun set over the lake, talking, and occasionally kissing. When it got dark, I kissed Barbara with more passion, then slowly started undressing her. She gave me a look of disappointment, but I just winked at her. “Lay down and roll over.” She hesitantly did as I asked. She lay there in her panties and bra. “You said you enjoyed my massages, I thought that would be a good starting point. This time a little more personal.”

Starting with her neck and shoulders, I first kissed her neck, then dribbled on lavender massage oil, working it in, relaxing her where she had tensed up thinking my intensions weren’t what she thought they were. I pushed the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms and gently worked the muscles until she started to purr. Surprising her, I moved down to her feet, paying attention to each toe, working the oil along her calves, then the back of her thighs, when my fingers just slid under the leg holes of her panties I jumped to her waist.

“Don’t stop there” she protested. “It was just getting good.”

“That’s the trouble with you jocks, no patience.” Her hips came off the bed when I slapped her ass lightly.

“You cad!” she joked.

I worked her back, and she froze up when I unfastened her bra, but relaxed when I simply laid the straps to the side. I worked oil in, relieving tension. Then went back to her thighs. My thumbs worked the inside of her legs. My hands slid under her panties, and I started massaging those velvet globes. My thumbs worked down barely brushing her pussy. I could feel the heat building.

“Time to roll over.” She complained but complied. While she slipped her bra straps off her arms, she made sure she stayed covered. Starting with her hand, arms, then down to her thighs again. Her breathing was getting deeper and moaned when my thumbs massaged her mons. I took hold of her waist band raising my eyebrows in question. Her hips rose, and her panties slid off.

I made a show of making sure she saw how I was positioning the bottle over her pubic-mons, pouring the oil, drop-by-drop saturating her skin, moving it up her body stopping short of her bra. Each drop seemed to send little shock waves through her body, as I worked from the hips up to just shy of what I felt was her no-man’s land, then worked back down. She was rotating her hips, now making little sounds. When I tapped her knees, she spread them willingly, so I had better access, I didn’t waste the opportunity and lowered my head, letting my tongue continue a more intimate massage.

Barbara’s fingers ran through my hair, making sure my tongue didn’t get misplaced. It was a good thing she did, for her hips started to gyrate, her hands kept me focused. While she wasn’t loud, she wasn’t quiet either. As she was coming down from her first orgasm, I slid two fingers into her and started sawing in and out.

Barbara lifted up onto her elbows and gave me a questioning look. I kept my fingers going but raised my head. “Are you alright, do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no, but... “I must have hit a good spot because she shuddered a little. “You haven’t...”

“You mean I haven’t tried to fuck you silly or get a tit job.” Using her own words against her. She just nodded shyly. “Tonight, is to let you know that you are more than a spectacular pair of boobs. That your pleasure matters.” I returned my head and brought her to another climax before moving up beside her.

When I kissed her, at first, she recoiled then kissed me lightly and licked her lips. “That’s what I taste like?”

“Yeah, and you taste great.” I let my hand travel down to gather some of her juices and brought them up to her lips, she hesitated then gave them a cautious lick, then another before slipping them in her mouth. “We have one last piece of business before we can rest.” I gently tugged at her bra. “We need to reintroduce these two lovely young ladies back to their owner, just in case you didn’t realize it, that is not me. If you keep rejecting their existence, then all those assholes who think that their only function is to make cock sandwiches, win and that’s all you become in your own mind. I’m sorry if I’m crass but the truth is the truth, and deep inside you know it too.

She reluctantly released her shield, and I moved her bra to the side. I dribbled oil over the nipples letting it spread over her ample flesh, her ass wiggled at the new sensation. Starting around their base I worked the lotion into her skin, stopping after one pass over her nipples. I placed her hands on them then went back down on her, when I glanced up, I was happy to see her exploring her long-lost friends. While I’m not sure she was getting any great pleasure out of them, I had hopes. Using my fingers and tongue, I brought her to one last orgasm while she gently massaged her breasts, I wanted to remind her that there was a connection between her tits and pussy.

I moved up beside her and fed her my wet fingers again. When my fingers slipped into her mouth, she also massaged her tits with more urgency. I swapped my fingers with my mouth and was surprised when she took my hand and put it on her breast. Pulling back, I asked. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I know this is for me, and all that crap. Just let me enjoy your hands on my tits for a while. I forgot how good it can feel.”

“Well, if you’re up for another round, I’m always up for another snack.”

“This just feels so soothing, I’m ready to purr. But you ... oh, never mind, you’ve decided that tonight is about these two, and I doubt I’d be able to change your mind even if I wanted to. Have I mentioned that you are not natural?”

“Yet here you are.”

“We’ve got plenty time, I told mom I’d be late, she was thrilled.”

“Now who’s weird.”

“This is the first date in over a year, I’ve been looking forward to. Mom understands what I’ve been going through. She knows I’m sexually active and just wants me to be happy. Thinking about it, you’d be a great mom yourself.”

“Ha, ha, that’s two I owe you. I’ll get you, my little pretty.” I gave her my best witch kackle.

We spent the rest of the evening just relaxing. My shower that morning was not nearly cold enough.

Monday at practice was the first day the entire team was assembled for the year. The girls were looking at me like I had two heads. Do they tell each other EVERYTHING? And the guys were starting to think I had pissed the girls off somehow. We guys truly are clueless when it comes to women.

Phil Shanks decided that he would come to their rescue. “Hey Hard On, what the hell are you doing with our girls?” He was 6’2”, 245 and about the laziest swimmer on the team. Everyone knew he was only on the team because his dad owned the sporting goods store and supplied our swimsuits and warm-ups for free. He swaggered over to me. I had seen him coming and set my feet. When he gave me a shove, my upper body moved with it, but my feet were planted in a firm stance and he kind of bounced off me.

Janice Stark got in between the two of us, “That’s enough Phil, I don’t...”

Shanks was already heading for me with fists balled up, he pushed her out of the way, “Out of my way, bitch.” She slammed against the low board, hitting her head on the rail. She wilted like a wet rag. But the kid ignored her and took a swing for my head. Dodging the blow I hooked his arm, stepped in behind him and hip rolled him halfway across the deep end.

When he came up sputtering, I dove in, pulled him toward and up the ladder by his hair, bringing him nose to nose with me. “If you ever even look at one of these women cross-eyed, I’ll shove the muffler of that ‘vette you love so much, so far up your ass, you’ll rumble each time you fart.”

“Let the little shit go Tom.” Barbara touched my arm. “Go check on Janice.” She knew that would be the one thing that would keep me from pounding the crap out of the little puke.

I got to Janice just as she was regaining her senses. “Are you alright? Sit still, and don’t move. Tammy, can you get a couple towels and something to use to make her a little more comfortable? Kelly, call for an ambulance. Keep your eyes open J.J.”

“So, you’re a doctor now, Hard-On, Tim Burk sneered.

“Basic first aid. You are a WSI certified lifeguard Tim, you should know this shit.” He came for me when every girl on the team stepped in front of him. He tried to push them out of the way, but they moved as one, blocking his way.

Just about then Coach Craig barreled in. “What the hell is going on here?” Four of the other guy’s tried to spin Phil as the hero until Barbara stepped in,

“Can I have a word with you. I think we can clear it all up in a few minutes.”

Kelly Parker came over to me. “Are you all right? That was some move, you should have seen the look on Phil’s face, as he went sailing across the pool. Where did you learn that?”

I knew she was just trying to calm me down. I sighed, “Catholic Youth Organization, CYO back in Rochester New York. That’s where I learned to dive and the trampoline. One of the coach’s was a Korean War vet who had martial arts training in Taekwondo and Japanese Aikido. He taught classes to both boys and girls. I also got some training in Israeli Krav Maga.”

“Do you think you could teach some of us? A few of the girls have been getting a lot of shit from guys, it’s gotten kind of rough at times.”