Chapter 2

All five of us went to a movie on Saturday. We were going to go to a softball tournament to watch Diane and Susie play, but they got rained out, and the team went to the gym to practice indoors for a couple of hours instead of just blowing the day off. They were doing well and had every intention of going all the way to Jefferson City and taking the state title this year.

Anyway, the five of us were milling around the lobby of the theater waiting to enter when a couple of the girls’ old boyfriends walked out with two much younger girls tucked in under their arms. It wasn’t hard to tell that someone had been getting a little touchy feely in the movie. Not all pieces of clothing had been restored to their original and upright positions.

“Hey, Donna,” Bill Davis, our starting quarterback said, obviously to Donna, “Miss me yet, babe?”

“No, Bill. Not yet. I really doubt I ever will.”

“How about you, Trixie Baby? You missin’ hangin’ with the Bill Collector? I sure would like to get to know you better. You know, you never really gave us a chance, honey bunch.”

Trixie acted like he wasn’t even there, not even looking at him or acknowledging him.

Gary Parsons then asked Brenda if she was going to the sock hop with him. “Hey, hey, Brenda, my beautiful little thing. You really need to go to the sock hop dance with me. Oh, and I think we’ll have court warming locked up as king and queen, so we really need to do that one together, too. Whatcha say sugar lips?”

“I say ‘no’. I already have decent dates lined up for the rest of the year, come to think of it. Can you leave us alone, please?”

“Why you bein’ a bitch, Brenda?” Davis asked her. “You know we have things to do this year. You and your little friends need to be doin’ them with me and Gary. You ain’t gonna do well with any of the guys if we don’t help you out a bit.”

Stacy spoke up, causing me to be a bit concerned, but there was only two of them.

“Bill, Gary. Fuck off and die. We don’t want or need your help. If any of you gets crowned king, and any of us gets crowned queen, we aren’t going to be holding your fucking hands with you walking across the floor to the stage, trust me.”

“Whoa! Cunt’s got a mouth on her, don’t she, Bill?”

“Hey, guys,” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Can we keep the disparaging comments to a minimum here? Please?”

“And just who the fuck are you, dude? Gary, who is this shit, anyway? And why is he with the teams’ women?”

“I think he’s that junior guy that started last year. He’s little Cheryl Cullen’s brother, I’ll bet. God, I can’t wait to get me some of that. She’s gonna be a fun one. Prob’ly more fun than Brenda the bitch, here.”

“Bill, if I find out you hurt his sister, or even approach her, you’re going to have a bigger problem than you think, so you might just want to leave her alone unless she tracks you down. I doubt she will. She’s pretty much aware of the evil that lurks beyond y’all’s uniforms.”

“Was that a threat, Donna? Come to think of it, why haven’t I had a shot at you, yet? Or Trixie the pixie? Prob’ly about time for that to happen. What about next week after the dance? Whadaya say, Trixie? You ready for the Bill Collector and a ride on his wonder pony. You and Donna can ride me all night long!”

“In the first place, William Davis, you sound drunk. In the second place, your little playthings there are getting annoyed with you talking to us and about us like we’re hamburger, and in the third place, you haven’t HAD me yet, because I’m smart AND lucky and intend to stay that way. Girls, if I was you, I’d lose those assholes before you wind up pregnant, or with something penicillin won’t kill. If you’ve been drinking with them, you are probably about to be raped, unless you already were and don’t even know it yet. Bill, Gary, go away, please. Leave us alone.” Donna was voicing serious concern for the girls.

Gary reached out to grab Donna’s arm and Bill was moving toward Trixie. I had surmised that Bill was the no one that Trixie had mentioned. The one calling her his newest ‘ho’ in front of his cousin. This wasn’t going to end well, one way or the other. Both of the guys had been drinking, and the two girls, probably freshmen with wide eyes at the older boys paying attention to them, may have been, too. I reached out and grabbed Gary’s thumb, twisted his arm around backwards, and pushed him into Bill, landing them both onto the trashcan under a bar-like table about four feet off the ground. They both went rolling over it, dumping trash all over each other in an effort to scramble to their feet. It wasn’t pretty, they were drunkenly clumsy, and they were both steaming mad.

A couple of the ushers came over to assist and we found they were team members working their weekend jobs. Not friends with the two idiots, thankfully, and asked Brenda and Stacey if everything was all right.

“Yeah, guys. Bill and Gary were just leaving.” Brenda said. “Thank you. Can you help them up and see if they need any assistance?” It was awkward, but it happened, and with backward glances, they left of their own accord after noticing they were dateless.

The two little girls, which is what they looked like now, kind of morphed over to Donna’s and Stacey’s sides and grabbed their hands.

“If it’s OK, we’ll just keep their dates with us for now.” The guys, the ushers, nodded and checked Trixie’s ticket, telling us the show we wanted was in Theater Three and there would be plenty of room.

We got some seats in just the right place, according to Donna who evidently knew about sound and all that, then Brenda got down to business.

“Girls, have you been drinking?”

They both nodded.

“What?”

“Beer and vodka, I think. I’m not sure. It wasn’t gin. My mom drinks gin and that wasn’t it. I’m Wendy and this is Theresa. We had no idea. Stupid Wendy, stupid Wendy. Do you think they were going to do that to us? Really?” Brenda nodded. “Even if we didn’t want to?” Brenda nodded again. Theresa started crying.

I pulled her up into my lap and held her, rocking her. Stacey pulled Wendy to her, wrapped her arm around the girl and just comforted her.

The previews were coming up, so Brenda put it all behind us for now. “Watch the movie. We’ll talk later.” Theresa didn’t move from my lap. Trixie was running her hand up and down the girl’s back and twiddling her hair, helping me calm her down. Both girls were asleep before the movie started. Coming down off the alcohol was taking its toll.

Trixie looked up into my eyes and smiled. Somehow, she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. “You really are all that. Thank you.”

I mouthed, “Thank you,” back to her, then I wiggled around a bit, pulled my arm out from under Theresa, put it around Trixie and felt her snuggle into me. That was a wonderful feeling.

The movie was funny in places, causing us to laugh, but there was no need to be quiet. These girls were out for the count. Brenda mentioned later how lucky we were that neither of them barfed on any of us. Interesting thought.

The next week at school was surprisingly calm. I really thought Bill and Gary would come after me or do something to get even for what happened at the movie theater, but I was pleasantly left alone. I did mention to Trixie and Donna at lunch on Tuesday that Greg and Travis both went out of their way to let me know it was a good week for walking the halls of school. I think that was their way of saying they had the problem under control, but I’d find out more about it later. I was pretty much safe from their retaliation and didn’t even know it.

I picked Brenda up at seven o’clock on Friday evening so we could hit the diner for a snack before we went to the dance. We wound up splitting a burger and fries, her not really wanting much to eat, then sharing some ice cream. It was quite a romantic dinner, considering the venue. On the way out, Bill and a girl from the junior class walked in. Bill held the door for Brenda, sneering at her, then let it go as I was walking through. I was expecting it and we left as if nothing had happened. I heard the girl ask him what that was all about as we walked away. I distinctly heard him say, “Nothing you need to worry you pretty little ass about, woman.” What a dumb jock.

The dance was more fun than I’d had in a long, long time. I danced with Brenda a little more than the other five girls, but I got to dance with all of them and they spent quite a bit of time dancing with each other. They danced with Travis and Greg, and a couple of their friends, but came back to our table after hugging the guys and sending them on their way. Trixie and Brenda each hit me up for two slow songs, and Stacey got me to dance one with her. She was heaven to hold on to and dance with. She also knew a bit more about the art than the others, so it was more like dancing with someone than just swaying back and forth to the music. Yeah, it was fun.

Dancing with Brenda was fun, too. She’s taller and fuller than Trixie, but I didn’t hold her like I held Trixie. No siree. When the second of OUR slow dances was over, Trixie kissed me under my chin and thanked me. Before she got away, I leaned down and returned it. We spent a few seconds as the DJ started a new song, kissing in the middle of the dance floor. Alone. With everyone watching. Brenda broke it up, laughing, pulling us back to the table.

Homecoming, a couple of weeks later with Donna was pretty fun, too. Same crowd, same dances, just nicer clothes and therefore prettier girls. Not that they weren’t pretty before they got gussied up in their dresses and high heels, but the six of them, in their fancy party dresses, jewelry, stockings, high heels, and with their hair done, were just a sight to behold. Brenda was chosen Homecoming Queen and just as we figured, Bill Davis was King. They didn’t even look at each other when walking to get their crowns and be presented, then they paired themselves with others for the ceremonial dance. Brenda made sure her dance was with me. I felt on top of the world during that song. We had absolutely no issues with any of the players this time, but I’m pretty sure it was because each of the girls made sure to dance with Travis and Greg, and some of their friends, before we called it a night, and I took the girls home.

Trixie was the last one I took home. We sat in the car for a bit before I took her to her door.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Charlie, and I wasn’t even your date. I love how this is working out. We’re all having a good time, feeling better about the whole dating scene. Are you having a good time with us? Honestly?”

“Honestly?” I asked her. She nodded. “Moreso with you, but I am realizing that Stacey and Brenda are both treating me like ... Like they like me?” Trixie nodded again. “Not a problem, huh?”

“Nope. If you stay the Charlie we know, the guy we like so much, it’s not a problem. Don’t worry about anything, and just treat us like your girlfriends. Charlie, I want to sit out here and make out with you all night, but it’s late, and to be honest, I’m bushed. I had a blast tonight, though. Would you kiss me like you mean it, then walk me to the door and give me a little one that Dad won’t think is too frisky. That whole dead boyfriend thing is really a nonstarter.” She giggled her cutest giggle and wasn’t even done with it when our lips met. The feeling of her lips on mine, her still giggling as I wrapped my arms around her, made me feel like I was on top of the world.

I felt her squirming as we necked, my hands roaming over her back and then resting on either side of her waist, using my hands to gently massage her flanks with my thumbs and fingers. She moaned, then I think I heard a little squeal in her throat and her hips vibrated. It took me a minute to realize what happened, but as we separated our faces, our foreheads met, and she exhaled. I had given her an orgasm by fondling her middle while we were kissing. I was an emotional, horny mess by the time I pulled back and took my hands off her sides.

“Charlie, take me in. NOW! Before something happens that we don’t need to happen yet.”

“Yes, dear.” She giggled again. I went around, taking her hand and helping her out of the car. She smiled at me. I melted. It was a complimenting smile. Letting me know I was doing all the right things to win her heart. That’s how it felt. I walked her to the door and kissed her softly, then we opened the door, both of our hands on the knob, and I let her enter, then entered after her.

Her parents were sitting on the couch watching TV when we came in, both looking up at us and smiling. “You kids have fun tonight?” her father asked.

“Absolutely,” Trixie said, grinning. “We all did.” Her mother laughed, knowing what the girls were doing with me.

He looked at me. “More than I deserve, sir. Your daughter is a great girl and a wonderful date. Fun to the max, I guess. I need to get going.” I kissed Trixie on the cheek, she did the same to me, returning it. “Goodnight, all,” I said, then I touched and softly squeezed her waist like I know she enjoys, then left to get home. Yes, I had to relieve myself. It was getting to be a more common occurrence.

Courtwarming was pretty much the same, and boy did we have fun. Stacey was chosen Courtwarming Queen, and this time it looked a bit more natural because I was actually performing the ceremonial dance with my date. Gary Parsons, the basketball team captain, actually took one of his friends’ dates at the last minute, thinking no one would see right away that he was at the dance alone. He was wrong. Everyone knew it. It was public knowledge that it was getting harder and harder for the two of them, and a couple of their close friends, to find girls that would go out with them.

My dating life was more than any boy deserves, Eagle scouts included. After I got all the girls home, Trixie asked me to take her out to a place she knew of that was very private. Her family had picnicked there a couple of times, her father mentioning to her that he knew the owners. It wasn’t a place the kids hung out, she told me, just someplace that was off the beaten path, on the shore of a small lake, and private.

She was wearing a really pretty satin dress with a full skirt that interestingly buttoned up the front instead of zipping up the back. When we parked, she ran her seat all the way back and turned to me, unbuttoning the top of the dress. “Charlie, I want you to do something tonight that will be a first for me. This is the line that has not been crossed. Can I just guide you and we can do this together?”

“Yes, baby, of course, but please, if I do something wrong, tell me. Please?” She nodded. “Promise me?” She nodded again, pulled the top of her dress to the side, the cup of her bra down uncovering her right breast, and pulled my face to it, planting my mouth on the nipple. I sucked gently. “YESSSSS.” I have read a book or two, so I used my teeth, very carefully pulling at her nipple and grazing them over the skin around it. “OH, GOD, CHARLIE!” She took my hand, pushed it up under her dress, and placed it between her legs pressing her crotch against my fingers. I could feel her spasming as she had another orgasm at my touch. “Charlie, softly. So sensitive. Careful. Jesus, that felt good. Just stay there for a minute and relax, then I want you to put your seat all the way back and tilt it some more.”