Chapter 8: Education

1979

Hersch Caparelli turned sixteen on March 16. That was a Friday, and he pushed his parents to let him test for his license. Mary looked at her husband and rolled her eyes, and he agreed to take Hersch to the DMV in Ballston Spa. He took a day off and kept his son out of school and they drove down in Mary’s station wagon mid-morning. Hersch had been studying the driver’s manual for a month and had gotten his learners’ permit months before. Tommy considered that more than a bit unnecessary since his sons had been driving since they were twelve. Still, that was the law, so he signed the paperwork he needed to sign and otherwise sat on a cheap plastic chair in the corner. The weather was bitterly cold and cloudy but at least it wasn’t snowing. Hersch submitted his application and birth certificate, along with his high school ID card. Three hours later, Hersch had taken his written test, his driving test, and posed for a photo and had his driver’s license. Meanwhile, Tommy had finished his copy of Time and was bored out of his skull.

“Yes! Can I borrow the car tonight?” he asked.

“It’s not my car. It’s your mother’s,” said his father.

“Let’s go ask! I’ll drive!”

Tommy stared at his son in disbelief. “I can’t believe the size of your balls. You want to bother her at work for this?”

“Why not? She’s got your truck, and I can take you home. I bet I can make it to school in time to pick up Judy!”

“Get in. I don’t know what you are expecting for your birthday, but it all just got returned to the store!” Shaking his head, he got in the passenger side of the station wagon and a gleeful Hersch drove to the Grand Union in Saratoga Springs. He jumped out and ran inside; his father shook his head and followed more sedately. Tommy found his son hopping from one foot to the other while his mother rang up a customer. “Hold your horses,” he said.

“Dad, this will just take a second!”

“You want your mother to get in trouble? She can’t talk to family members unless she’s on a break.” He knew that wouldn’t be a big problem, but Hersch couldn’t just interrupt when he wanted to.

Eventually the customer was rung up and paid, and Hersch jumped in front of the next customer. “Mom! I got my license!”

“Congratulations. Now, let these folks in.”

“I need to borrow the car!”

“Herschel!”

“Please!” he whined.

Mary rolled her eyes. “Fine. Now get out of here. I’m working!”

Hersch ran back out, yelling, “Thank you! Thank you!” Mary just rolled her eyes and apologized to the laughing customers still in line.

Hersch drove his father home, bugged by the requirement to drive up to the house and not make him walk up the driveway. Then Hersch drove down to the high school and waited for Judy to get out. As soon as he saw her come out the front door, he hopped out and waved his arms. “JUDY! JUDY!”

Judy looked around for the voice calling her name and found her boyfriend flagging her down. Her face lit up and she waved back. She ran over and said, “You got your license!”

Hersch grinned and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and waved his license at her. “Yes!” He took her books and tossed them in the back seat. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Judy laughed. She climbed into the passenger side and waited for Hersch to get in. “What now?”

“Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Isn’t this your mother’s car? Where is she?”

“At work. It’s cool. She gave me permission. Come on! Buckle up! Let’s go!”

Mary laughed at her boyfriend’s antics. She buckled up and asked, “What has you so wound up?”

“I’ve got a car and a license and a girlfriend ... and my brother is nowhere around to tell me it’s a double date!” responded Hersch, grinning madly.

“Oh, that’s right. So where are we going?”

“Wherever you want, as long as it only costs the amount of money in my wallet.”

Judy gave him a dry look. “So nowhere, because you are basically broke.”

Hersch laughed and said, “Yeah, but I have the car and Joey doesn’t.”

“I love you, Hersch, but you are pathetic.”

“Let’s go up by the park. Maybe we can find a place to park and talk.”

Judy smiled. “Park or park?” Hersch just grinned and headed towards Saratoga. “Your mother is going to kill you.”

Hersch drove around with Judy for a couple of hours but then drove her home. They didn’t go parking, simply because it was still light out and very chilly. Then he headed home. It was the perfect day.

“Where have you been?” yelled Joey.

“I drove Judy home and drove around with her,” said his brother.

“I have a date with Tina!”

“Who’s Tina?” asked Hersch.

He was echoed a second later by their mother. “Who’s Tina? Welcome home, Loverboy. Where have you been?”

“I was driving around with Judy.”

“Mom, I’m going to be late for Tina!” said Joey.

“A girl we didn’t even know about before,” commented Mary. “Did you ask me about borrowing my car? Either of you?”

“I asked you this afternoon,” answered Hersch.

She nodded. “That’s true.” She turned to Joey and said, “You two need to figure out a schedule for begging to use the car and then ask. It’s back now, so you can borrow it now. Make sure the tank is full.”

“But he’s already been driving around in it!”

Mary didn’t look sympathetic. “If you don’t want to take this Tina out...”

Joey grabbed the keys from his brother and ran out the door. Their father was watching the entire episode and shook his head. Two teenagers, one car. Nothing about this was going to work out well.

Saturday morning, Mary laid down the law regarding the use of her car. The boys would share the car on weekends. One could use it on Friday night and the other on Saturday. They could alternate Friday or Saturday every weekend. They needed to keep the gas tank filled. Their mother got first call on the car no matter what. “What if I have a date on a Friday he has the station wagon?” protested Joey. “Like a school dance!”

Mary shrugged. “Not my problem. Maybe you can borrow one of the pickup trucks from your father. Might have to do a few chores, though.”

This was not working out the way either Joey or Hersch had been hoping, and they wandered away squabbling. Tommy just laughed with Mary and said they had a lock on them for chores.

There weren’t any more big dates for the boys. The next school dance was the Prom, which was held at the Saratoga Springs City Center and was only for juniors and seniors, plus any younger dates, such as sophomores; Hersch and Judy didn’t qualify. The weekend after Hersch got his license, Mary had to work Saturday and on Sunday Tommy used her car while his pickup was in the shop. It wasn’t until the following Saturday that Hersch had the chance to take the station wagon to Judy’s and take her out to a movie.

The only problem was that there wasn’t anything interesting at the movies. Everything that was showing they either didn’t want to see or had heard sucked. Hersch asked Judy, “What now?”

She smiled at him. “You’ve already got your mom’s car. What would you like to do?”

“We can go to the Pyramid Mall, maybe get something to eat, maybe look around,” said Hersch.

“And afterwards?” she teased.

Her boyfriend grinned at her. “Miss Roswell, it almost seems like you have something in mind.”

“Maybe I do, Mister Caparelli.” Then she laughed and said, “There’s a new Chinese place in the mall. Come on, let’s go. Later we can think of something else to do. We can talk about that at the mall.”

After a couple of shrimp rolls and orders of hibachi shrimp, Hersch and Judy walked through the mall. Nothing thrilled them, so they went back to the Gran Fury. Judy didn’t buckle her seat belt but slid over on the bench seat, so she was next to her boyfriend. Hersch smiled, and once they were on the road, put his right arm around her shoulders. Then he headed towards the wilds of Ballston Road, to find an abandoned driveway. The sun set around six-thirty, by seven Hersch had pulled off the road down a treelined lane that nobody remembered. He parked but left the car running. It was sixty and dropping.

“Hersch, what are we doing here? It’s almost like you didn’t want anybody to find us.”

Hersch smiled at her. She was looking at him with a smile. He leaned down and kissed her, and Judy kissed him hungrily. Hersch’s arms went around her, and she moaned as she melted against him. “Oh, Hersch, I love you,” she whispered, and then went back to kissing him. Her tongue was dueling with his, and her breathing was getting labored.

For his part, Hersch Caparelli was beyond thinking. He had a hardon that felt like it was going to rip through his blue jeans, and his breathing was raspy. “Oh, God, I love you, I love you.” Hersch was larger and stronger than Judy, and he easily pushed her over to the passenger side of the station wagon. Judy stretched out, her arms around her boyfriend, and her legs intertwined with his. Hersch was lying half atop her, half beside her, and his arms went behind her back, to hold her against him as they kissed.

Judy moaned as Hersch pressed against her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and one of his thighs was between hers and was pressing against her pussy. The sensations were driving her crazy, and then she realized she was feeling something else. Her friends at school had told her about what an erection felt like as it pushed against her. She had felt it when they had danced at school dances, but now it felt ten times as hard. Then she felt his hands moving behind her. First his fingers traced her bra under her sweater, which made her moan louder, and then they moved to her side, and then her front.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she whimpered as Hersch touched her through her sweater and bra. She had never felt anything like that before. “Hersch, Hersch, oh God!” Then it became overwhelming.

Hersch didn’t understand what was happening, but Judy moaned and began shaking, all the while calling out Hersch’s name. Scared, he backed off and let up, and Judy calmed down. Her eyes focused on him, and he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Oh, Hersch, I’m more than alright! Oh, that was ... that was...” Judy couldn’t complete what she was thinking.

“Are you okay?”

Her face was glowing as she focused on him. “Hersch, the way you were touching me ... it was so, so...”

Hersch was suddenly nervous. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Oh, Hersch, you weren’t hurting me. That ... you weren’t hurting me!”

“Then what?”

Judy giggled. “Hersch, do I really have to explain this? You just made me cum! Oh my God! That felt so good!”

Hersch’s face lit up. “Really? You had me scared.”

Judy laughed at him. “That was fantastic.”

“You know, we can keep going. Maybe do something ... more.”

She took a deep breath but shook her head. “We can’t. It’s too late, and if we keep going, I won’t be stopping.”

“Uh...” Suddenly Hersch was wishing he had brought that three-pack of rubbers his father had bought him last fall. Did they have an expiration date? “Uh, Judy, if we keep going, I’m going to want to really keep going. You know?”

“I’m on the pill, Hersch,” Judy said. Hersch looked at her curiously, and she said, “Mom put me on the pill a couple of years ago.”

“Huh.”

“It was when I turned fourteen and was entering ninth grade. I think she was worried I’d be meeting some good looking, smooth-talking country boy.” Hersch grinned, and Judy laughed. “Obviously not you!”

Hersch laughed at that. “So...”

“So, I am not doing it the first time in a station wagon. I am looking for something a little more special than that,” she told him.

“Then you need to help me come up with some ideas. I don’t think my parents are going to let you have a sleepover in my room,” Hersch said. “And I don’t think your parents are all that modern, either.”

Judy blushed but shook her head. “No. Maybe a picnic? When does it get warmer?”

“The Fourth of July!”

“Shit!”

“We are going to have to think about this,” he admitted.

“We need to go, Hersch, before you get me so uncontrollable I won’t be able to think straight!” she laughed.

Hersch groaned but put the car in Drive and headed back to the road. Fifteen minutes later he pulled into her driveway. She leaned over and kissed him hotly. “I love you, Hersch.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, trying to keep from launching himself at her again. “I love you, too.”

Judy hopped out and ran inside. Hersch drove home, went to his room, and jerked off twice.

Dating and driving proved problematic for Hersch and Judy that spring. Date nights were limited to Friday and Saturday nights. One boy could borrow the station wagon one night and the other could borrow it the other night, but Mary had first call no matter what, and some weeks her work schedule included one of those two days. Further, while their father was willing to loan them his pickup, half the time it had tools and other junk in the passenger seat. The net result was that Hersch could take Judy out one night every other week.

Romance wasn’t completely out of the question, however. Both teens had an open invitation to dinner at the other’s home. Tommy and Mary loved having Judy come over; Mary loved having another woman around to talk to, and Tommy considered the girl a good influence on all his sons. The Roswells had slightly different feelings. Hersch was a good boy, but he was totally inappropriate for their daughter long-term. On the other hand, Hersch would tell Caleb stories about all the grizzly bears and wolves and cougars and giant coyotes that routinely wandered the wilds of Saratoga County. At some point he would invariably stretch the truth a bit too much and Caleb would figure out that there weren’t all that many man-killing predators roaming Ballston Spa and his parents would be rolling on the floor with laughter.

One thing worked out nicely for Hersch and Judy. At the end of April, Bob Roswell had to go to a company sales conference in Buffalo and spouses were required to be there. Technically, they were simply invited, but it was a company with a lot of old men running it, and spouses were mandatory. The kids couldn’t come, so Caleb stayed with a classmate for a couple of days. Judy, however, stayed with the Caparellis. Tommy and Mary swore oaths to watch Hersch like a hawk, but Mary loved having the girl around. She promised to teach her how to make Lasagna Bolognese. Judy would stay in Hersch’s room; Hersch would be banished to the first floor and only be allowed upstairs when Judy was with his mother in the kitchen.

The sales conference was all day Friday, which necessitated the Roswells driving to Buffalo Thursday afternoon. They would return early afternoon on Saturday. That gave Hersch two full days with Judy, and two nights. Mary and Tommy were more than a little surprised when they came downstairs Friday morning and found Judy sleeping with their son. When they had gone to bed, Hersch had spread a comforter on the floor in front of the fireplace and was using a few throw pillows to sleep on; he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. When they came down the stairs, they found Judy curled up in his arms, fully clothed from the night before, but sleeping with her head on his chest.

Tommy toed his son’s leg. “Wake up, Prince Charming. Sleeping Beauty needs to go back upstairs before your brothers find her down here.”

“Huh? What?” Hersch struggled awake and dislodged Judy.

“What?” Judy rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked up at her boyfriend’s parents. She bolted upright and started gabbling about how nothing had happened.

Mary stood there with her hands on her hips looking disappointed. Tommy crossed his arms and said to Judy, “You, upstairs,” and then looked at his son, “And you, stay.”

The teens scrambled upright, and Judy zoomed up the stairs. Hersch said, “Mom, nothing happened! Judy just came down here to say goodnight and we got to talking. Nothing happened!”

“Nothing happened is a handshake and a kiss on the cheek. Nothing happened is not your girlfriend sleeping with you,” said Mary.

Tommy simply said, “You’re busted.”

Just then the twins came down the stairs. “Judy’s in the bathroom,” complained Sammy.

“Yeah. How long is she going to be in there?” asked Danny.

“She’s a woman. The time is measured in eons,” said their father.

Mary laughed and poked her husband from behind. “She’ll be in there until she’s not. If you need to, use the bathroom off the foyer.”

Tommy turned to Hersch. “And you can clean up the living room. And cool it, or else.”

‘Yes, sir.”

With a fifth person using the upstairs bathroom, getting ready for school took longer, but everybody managed to get out on time. Judy rode the bus with Hersch and Joey, and sat with Hersch, as usual. What wasn’t quite as usual were the wicked looks the two teens gave each other. Yes, they had been talking before Judy fell asleep, but the main reason she had slept so soundly was that she and Hersch had been making out on the comforter, and he had gotten her to cum twice. The only reason she hadn’t woken the entire house was that he was French kissing her the entire time, and her screams of pleasure never got past his lips. When they finished, Hersch had gone to sleep with blue balls, but Judy had told him how much she loved him and begged him to figure out a place where their first time wouldn’t be in a station wagon.

Memorial Day turned out to be the day. Hersch had called Judy the day before and given her the forecast. May 28 wouldn’t be all that sunny, but the temperature was supposed to be in the high sixties by late morning and there wasn’t supposed to be any rain. Judy said she would bring over something for lunch; Hersch would pack a cooler of Cokes and pick her up. He had it all planned.

He drove over in the pickup truck, which he had cleaned up ahead of time. His mother was working, but Judy didn’t want to drive around in the Gran Fury anyway. “Hersch, are you as excited as I am?” she asked after climbing into the truck.

“Probably more. Uh ... Judy ... if you are nervous or don’t want to ... I mean ... I love you! I don’t want to make you do anything!”

Judy laughed and reached over to hold his hand. “Hersch, I love you. Don’t worry! I want to do this so much!”