Chapter 10

It’s Saturday; the weather is still good but it’s supposed to rain Sunday, probably for a couple days, and get cooler. I was up by 10, and working on the car by 11; I had the hood up and was examining the firewall where the heater hoses were supposed to be; in a few minutes Mr. Miller came out and walked over.

“Problems? Why do you have the heater by-passed?

The man knew cars, he hadn’t looked in the engine bay for more than a second. “The heater core is leaking, one of the reasons I got the car for only $75; I by-passed it so I could drive it. Winter is coming and I need to see if I can fix it; I’m trying to figure out how to get it out.”

“Come into the garage, we’ll see what’s in the manuals.” He had a whole shelf of books and manuals; he showed them to me and how to use them. He didn’t have one for my specific car, but one for some similar models, so we compared the pictures to what we could see. “This should be close enough, let’s see what it says. You’ll need to remove the shroud...” Most of the work was under the dash, there were pictures and diagrams of what to remove; I climbed under the dash and went to work. Mr. Miller gave me a little bin to put the screws and bolts in as I took them out, and handed me tools as I needed them. I got the blower motor and fan assembly out and handed them to him.

“The fan doesn’t seem to be working either.” I told him.

He looked it over and said, “It looks like it might have been wet at one point, we can check it out up here.”

He kept giving me directions and advice, handing me tools from time to time. “Okay, I’ve got the core clear, are there bolts in the firewall that hold it in place?” I asked.

“Four of them; let me remove them, the core should just slide out from down there.” I could hear him working on the bolts, pretty soon he said, “Try to pull it out now.” I was already removing it; I finally wiggled it free, then wiggled myself out from under the dash as well. I handed it to him and stood up, “Not bad for a young guy.” he said.

“I worked with my dad as a handyman and go-fer for 4 summers and a lot of weekends; most mechanical things I can figure out.”

“Let’s check this out.” He rigged a pressure test for the core; it was leaking, but didn’t seem to be completely rotted away. “I know a guy that can probably fix this, just leave it with me. Now for the blower motor.” He ran a couple wires from a spare battery, when we applied them, it seemed to work just fine. We cleaned up the motor and fan; he showed me how this particular design worked. He really knew what he was doing and didn’t mind explaining it to me; “Did you check the fuse? It may have blown.” He told me where to look and how to easily check it with a tester he had; definitely bad. He had a spare; I was under the dash trying to replace it when he started talking; it took a moment to figure out he was talking to Kelly and his wife.

I finally got the new fuse in, backed out of the car, and got to my feet. “Hi,” I said to Kelly, “I hope you’re early.”

“I am, I came over so I could talk with Jill before we go to work. You don’t look like you’re done yet, we’ll go inside and chat.” They both headed for the main house.

“We’ve done what we can do today; put all the parts on the workbench there and we’ll clean up; we need to plug the holes in the firewall temporarily.” Mr. Miller instructed. While I’m cleaning up and organizing everything, he asked me, “So you and Kelly are a couple now?”

“I don’t know what we are. She’s older, but seems to like being around me.”

He laughed a little and said, “If you work at it, in 20-30 years you’ll start to figure women out. She’s a good girl; she’s another daughter to us, just treat her nice. She knows you’ve joined the Corps and will be leaving in a few months?”

“Yes; her being former Army means she thinks I’m a little crazy.”

“Well, all I’ll say is if she’s talking to you, things are good. If she gets quiet, you’ve got a problem.”

“I figured out that much, already.” We both laughed.

“By the way, if you have a problem with her ex-boyfriend, let me know. He’s my nephew, and can be a bit of an asshole. He’s not aggressive or violent or anything like that, but he’s been with Kelly for a long time and might have a hard time accepting it’s over, and she’s moved on.”

I guess it was nice to have Kelly’s opinion of her ‘ex’ confirmed, not that it helped much. I thanked him for his help; he said the grass would probably need one more mowing this year, that would repay him. He headed inside, I finished in the garage and closed it up, then got the car ready to drive; I went up to the apartment after that to shower and get ready for work.

Kelly came in as I was finishing getting dressed. I got a quick hug and kiss; “I’m too late, I missed the shower.” she teased. “We’re good with the Miller’s; they want us to have fun but be smart. I didn’t tell them how much fun we’re already having, or what kind.”

“They’re not dumb, not with four daughters; they’ll figure it out pretty soon.”

“Jill already suspects; she saw me leaving the other morning; I don’t think they know about Chris though. I’m going to suggest to Chris that she come over here and let Jill do her hair. I’ve already told the Millers about what good friends we all are, that should explain her coming over here. I want to read through your magazines some more.”

We had an hour to kill; she didn’t seem to want to make out, I just followed her lead; but we did end up on the couch with me rubbing her feet. She did ask what I thought about some of the articles and stories in the magazines; when I explained I hadn’t read them yet, she just laughed and said I was probably just looking at the pictures.

“I don’t need to look at the pictures, I’ve got you.”

“And Chris,” she quickly smiled.

“You’re still good with this?”

“Oh yes; it’s really nice being able to compare notes; we like sharing you and being able to talk about it. I love being able to talk with her about anything and everything. Do you mind us talking about you?”

“Not at all.”

“Do you need to talk about this?”

“I’m good, just thankful for what we have. I’ve kept pretty much to myself in the past, I don’t need to talk things out much. I think about stuff all the time; if I start to mess up; I’m counting on you two to straighten me out.”

“We will.” She leaned over and kissed me; after that, we went to work.

She was carrying her work uniform in a bag again, so she went to the lady’s room in the back of the store to change. Chris didn’t seem to be there yet; Irene was and gave me a little smile; I smiled back, clocked in and went to work. Chris got there and winked at me as she passed by the kitchen, I winked back. It was a typical Saturday night, we stayed busy with business ebbing and flowing some; Irene seemed to be almost back to normal. During the lulls I noticed Kelly and Chris talking; then Kelly and Irene talking a bit, privately off to the side; a couple times they hugged. Chris and I managed to get away for a moment or two in the back room, the embraces were close and the kisses were tender. I invited her to the apartment Monday any time after noon; she said she’d like that and she wanted to talk to my landlady about getting her hair done; another couple of soft kisses, and she was gone. Kelly eventually met me in the back for a minute, her kiss was a little more passionate than Chris’s; I guessed we were still good.

“I’m slowly getting Irene to confide in me a bit, we’re going to the diner after work to chat. I’m sure she’ll take me home afterwards; you probably shouldn’t be there. I’ll walk over Sunday around noon; we can play around some more,” she smiled at me. “Still having fun!”

Another crazy Saturday, Sunday morning actually; we had a new busboy/dishwasher, one of the waitress’s younger brothers. Gary and I pretty much stayed in kitchen, the final late-night rush came and went; we’ve got a good start on cleaning up and shutting down. Gary took a big armload of dirty kitchenware to the back and returned laughing; “I don’t think anyone really trained the new kid; you won’t believe the mess back there.”

“Okay; I’ll go back and work with him, you finish up here.” Gary was right, this looked like it was going to take a couple hours; and it did. Gary came back at the very end and helped finish up, but it was still after 4 am before we got out of there.

Sunday morning; I’m up around noon, dressed and just cleaning up a little. I look outside; it’s going to start raining soon. I’ve got my head in the frig looking or something to eat, when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Honey; I’m home,” Kelly chuckled as she comes through the door. She quickly gives me a hug; and a slow, warm kiss; “What’s for dinner?”

“Lunch, you mean? I take it you haven’t eaten; I could make us some breakfast, but after work last night I’d rather not. I could make us a quick lasagna; if you can hang on for an hour.”

“You’re going to make lasagna in an hour?”

“I’m a cook, remember? It’s called a no-bake lasagna; only because you don’t cook the noodles first. I’ve got all the stuff, what do you think?”

“This I’ve got to see.”

“Okay. You sit there and watch, I’ll show you how it’s done.” I start putting it together, explaining as I go; she seems to be fascinated. I’m in the final stages and about to put it in the oven, when I ask her; “Did you talk with Irene?”

“For a long time; she’s sweet and inexperienced, even more than you were. She’s never had a boyfriend, never gone on a date, never done anything. She’s really attracted to you on several levels, and all wound up inside.”

“I think you’re trying to tell me something; you better be explicit, and use small words,” I joked.

“She’s a virgin; she thought, hoped would be the better word; you’d be her first.” I didn’t quite drop whatever I had in my hands, but I did fumble it a bit. I look at Kelly; she’s not even smiling; “She’s got this all jumbled up, putting too much pressure on herself; she seems to be worse than you about over-analyzing, if that’s possible.”

I don’t know what to think, or say. “Can you help her work it out in her head?” I eventually get out.

“Like I said, we talked a lot. She’ll be okay I think, it may take some time.” She paused for a couple seconds, and changed the subject. “This is my day, right? We can do whatever I want?” She’s smiling again.

“Absolutely; the lasagna needs to cook for about an hour, then we can eat. What would you like to do?”

“No quicky this time, I want to take all day. Let’s cuddle on the couch, and go through your magazines.”

I sat on the end of the couch, she arranged the pillows and ended up in my arms, one behind her neck and shoulders, not quite in my lap: sitting sideways with her legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. She’s grabbed the Penthouse and starts going through it, page by page; reading almost everything and making comments, asking me questions about what I thought about some of it. We slouch back a bit and get comfortable; she’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt and tight jeans; I comment on how good she looks. She smiles at me and gives me a gentle kiss, then moves my free hand under her shirt; no bra. I gently rub her flat belly and caress her breasts, teasing the nipples a little; she put the magazine down for a moment and gives me another kiss, with a little tongue this time. I start nuzzling her ears and neck, stroking her hair and cheek, she melts back into me.

“This is so nice,” she says. “I’ve rarely gotten the chance to relax, take my time, be really comfortable.” She’s kissing me again, the magazine forgotten for now.

I eased my free hand down her belly, and unbutton her jeans and slowly unzip them. She wiggles a little bit as I push her jeans down a little, then cup her sex through her panties. I slowly and gently stroke her, tease her a bit.

“I can’t get at you in this position,” she complains.

“I know; just relax and let me play with you.” I continue caressing her body, from her head to her groin, slowly moving around; barely touching her sometimes, occasionally firmly gripping her. I’m nibbling on her ears and lips, gentle nips on her neck, stoking her hair; “Let me know what you’d like, when you want more.”

“I want more, right now!” she pleads with a moan.

“Lunch is almost ready.”

“You. Are. Evil.” she squirms.

“Tell me what you’d like, right now.”

“I’m so turned on!”

“Do you want me to keep teasing, do you want me in you, would you like me to go down on you, make you cum that way? We can do whatever you want; we’ve got all afternoon to try something else.”

“Get me off quickly! Eat me until I start cumming; then get in me and fuck me hard!”

She kicked off her shoes while I got up; I peeled her jeans off her beautiful legs, then her panties; I eased my pants down my legs and removed them and my shirt, she pulled her sweatshirt off. She was still leaning back on the end of the couch; I knelt between her legs, put one of them up on the back of the couch; then laid down and immediately started lashing her clit with my tongue, eventually inserting a finger and pumping. She began pulling on her breasts and nipples, twisting them a little and squeezing; she was watching me work on her clit when she put her other leg on my back and started thrusting up at my mouth. It didn’t take long, soon she’s thrashing around and pulling at my head and hair; I’ve almost got her to the peak. Seconds later she freezes, then starts quivering.