Chapter 20: Opening, Midgame, Endgame

September 1980, Milford, Ohio

On Monday, Mrs. Brewer, the chemistry teacher, assigned lab partners. I sighed when I heard the names called. My partner for chemistry for the semester was going to be Kara Blanchard. She was gorgeous and had a great body. She was also a Bible thumper. I hadn’t really had any interaction with her, but knew her by reputation. I discovered that she also knew about me.

Kara raised her hand.

“Yes, Miss Blanchard?” Mrs. Brewer asked.

“Mrs. Brewer, may I please have a different lab partner,” Kara asked.

Yes! I’d take anyone else in the class, including one of the two stoners that I would have to carry through lab by doing all the work.

“No, Miss Blanchard,” she answered in her usual strict tone. “Unless you two are a couple, you can work and will work together. If you are a couple, then I don’t permit you to work together.”

“Eww, that’s a disgusting thought!” she said under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear.

I decided to play dumb with her.

“What is your problem, Kara?” I asked quietly.

“You! I know all about you, Steve Adams! You’re going to hell for what you do!”

“I’d say that’s between me and God.”

She didn’t answer, instead looking intently at Mrs. Brewer. I saw her scribble something on a piece of paper, which she pushed over to me at the end of class.

I knew the quote from First Corinthians. I just shook my head, crumpled the paper and dropped it in the trash. I had several ideas for a response, but I’d need to double-check my Bible at home to be sure I got the quotes right. I also wasn’t sure which way I’d respond.

Monday after school, I had my appointment with Doctor Mercer. I repeated the conversation that I’d had with Bethany and later with both Bethany and Stephanie. Doctor Mercer agreed with them, which didn’t surprise me at all. We also talked about my mom and my relationship with her. I told Doctor Mercer that I didn’t think we’d make much progress there, and that the only solution was to move out. She thought I might be right.

On Tuesday, I was prepared for Kara Blanchard. I knew the Bible well enough and had some interesting verses for her. When I walked into class, I dropped a piece of paper in front of her.

“What is this?” she said, sounding confused.

“The Bible, Kara. Song of Songs, Chapter 7. And if you know your anatomy, the author isn’t talking about her belly button, because that’s above her waist!” I smirked.

“You are disgusting!” she hissed.

“I just quoted the Bible, Kara. You can write out the verse from First Corinthians from memory, but you don’t recognize the Song of Songs?”

“That disgusting stuff is not in the Bible!” she hissed. “You made that up!”

“You obviously have no idea what’s in the Bible.”

Mrs. Brewer glared at us, preventing Kara from responding.

I decided I was going to have fun with the situation. If she thought she could preach to me, she was sadly mistaken. In fact, I decided I was going to carefully tease her as often as I could.

Tuesday after school, I headed to the Junior High for the computer class. The students were working through simple programming exercises, so I spent a lot of time answering questions. One of the girls, Krista King, an eighth grader, constantly asked questions and after a bit, it became clear that she was flirting. She was cute with shoulder-length black hair, and I was happy to flirt back.

On Wednesday when I went to chemistry class, I was again ready for Kara.

“I bet you ran to your locker and looked up that verse as soon as class was over! They don’t teach that in Sunday School, do they, Kara?”

“Those verses don’t mean what you think! I can’t believe you would try to pervert God’s word like that!”

“Those aren’t the only interesting verses in the Bible. How about David cutting the foreskins off the Philistines’ penises? That’s in First Samuel.”

“Gross! Stop it. Where do you get this stuff?”

“Right from your Bible!”

The bell rang to start class, frustrating any response from her.

After school, I went to the room where the chess meet would take place. I sat with Mary, Erin, and Larry to wait for the Turpin bus to arrive. I had discussed in detail to Larry about the situation with Anna, and his advice was just to avoid her as much as possible. I agreed that was the right approach. Erin let Mary know that she was thinking of using the ‘strip chess’ tease against her opponent if it was a guy.

“You never know, Erin, you might be able to use it against a girl, too!” I smirked.

All four of us laughed.

When the kids from Turpin arrived, Anna was the last one to walk into the room. She saw me and frowned. Mr. Yockey, the advisor for the team, read off the pairings and Erin got her wish, and wasn’t paired with Anna, the only girl on the Turpin team.

Everyone took their seats, and I went around with the student from Turpin who was filling the same role I was for their team and checked all the boards and clocks. I heard Erin talking to her opponent, who turned bright red just as we came to her table. I smiled and nodded to her, and she smirked. When we came to Anna’s table, I decided I needed to be cordial.

“Hi, Anna,” I said, careful to keep my voice as neutral as possible.

“Hi, Steve,” she answered neutrally, as well.

Nothing else was said, and we moved on to the last table. When we were sure everything was set, we let the coaches know and Mr. Yockey said, “Play!”

At that point, our job was to simply watch and respond to questions or challenges. If there was a rules concern, the two of us were to confer and agree if possible, if not, then the coaches would confer and try to agree. If they couldn’t, then they could place a phone call to a neutral coach for a decision. Nothing like that happened during the meet, and I had never seen that happen when I was on the team. With no problems, all there was for us to do was make sure the results were properly tallied. Milford won the meet 5-2. Anna won her game against Brent, as did a Senior guy on their team who beat Bill Watt.

After the meet, there were refreshments. I was a bit surprised when Anna came over to where I was standing.

“Do you have a minute?” she asked.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can we go out in the hall?”

“Yes,” I said and walked out with her.

“I’m sorry I hung up on you. I was upset, but I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me. I was way out of line with what I did. I hope you can see your way clear to forgive me.”

“I do forgive you. That doesn’t change things, though.”

“I didn’t expect it to. I made a huge mistake, and I used you.”

“Yes, you did. I’m sorry it turned out this way. I really liked you and I thought we were really good together.”

“I thought so, too.”

I was surprised when she hugged me, and I carefully returned the hug, and then walked back into the classroom.

I barely had time to even wonder about what might have been when Erin and Mary came out smiling.

“Hey, Steve, I was talking to Mary,” Erin smirked. “Want to play some chess with us?”

“Chess?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “First of all, Mary has a boyfriend. Second, I’m taking things very slowly right now.”

“Steve Adams is turning down a threesome?” Mary asked quietly. “No way!”

“Mary, you know I have to turn you down no matter what. You know my rule. I’d turn Melanie down, too.”

“Oh, poo!” Mary said.

Erin and I both laughed.

I gave Erin, Cindy, and Mary a ride home, half expecting the three of them to gang up on me. I was glad when they all behaved because I had enough complications at the moment. When I arrived home, Stephanie pulled me aside.

“Debbie V wants you to come by after dinner.”

“Did you say something to her, Squirt?”

“No! She told me on the bus she wants you to come over.”

“OK.”

After dinner, I let Dad know I was going for a walk, and when I went out the front door, I saw Debbie C in her driveway, getting into the car. She waved me over.

“I’m in labor!” she said with a grimace.

“Good luck, Debbie! I can’t wait to see your little tyke!” I said, squeezing her hand and closing the door for her.

Her mom came out carrying a bag, tossed it in the car, got in, and quickly backed out of the driveway. I waved as she began pulling away, then walked down to Debbie V’s house and rang the bell. She opened the door, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs to her room.

“You haven’t even really spoken to me except to say ‘hi’ when you pick me up or ‘bye’ when you drop me off,” she complained.

“Honestly, it’s just that I’ve been busy, and a bit preoccupied. During the week is tough because I have stuff after school almost every day and then I have to do homework. Sundays are pretty much booked up with my business that I’m running with Beth Pater.”

“What about Sunday mornings? How about a regular play date?” she giggled.

“‘Play date’? That’s sounds like a lot of fun! This Sunday I’m busy, but after this week, yes, I’m interested in a regular play date. Beth doesn’t come over until after lunch. What if we go out to breakfast, then go to a place I know we’ll be alone? I’ll have you home by 11:00am or so.”

“Perfect. Do you have time now?”

“Well, I do have homework, but you’re WAY more interesting than physics homework!”

Debbie giggled and quickly stripped off her clothes. I locked the door and quickly took off my clothes.

“On your back, right now!” Debbie ordered.

I got onto her bed and lay on my back. Debbie straddled my legs and lowered her mouth and gently sucked on my quickly hardening dick. She moved up and began to grind her pussy on my hard shaft and bent down to kiss me. After a quick kiss, she held my dick and quickly impaled herself on it, sinking all the way down in one smooth motion, sighing loudly when I was fully embedded in her.

“It’s my turn to fuck you!” she said as she began to hump up and down.

I pulled her down to me and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and licking softly as she bounced on me. She moved one of her hands between us and began rubbing herself. A moment later, she sat up, pushed down hard and furiously rubbed herself. She groaned, and I felt her pussy spasm hard around my dick. I moved my hands to her firm breasts and squeezed them, and her nipples pressed hard into my palms.

When her orgasm passed, Debbie began moving up and down again, working herself up towards another orgasm. I pulled her down again and sucked her other nipple into my mouth. This time, I moved my hand between us and gently rubbed her clit. Debbie moaned into my mouth, then broke the kiss.

“A little harder and faster!”

I did as she asked and she sat up, arched her back and groaned loudly, her pussy grabbing me tight. I moved my hands to her hips and began humping as her orgasm subsided, bringing myself to the point of no return. I pulled her down tight on me, groaned, and blasted several jets of cum deep into her.

Debbie bent down to kiss me and then lay down flat on me, her legs on either side of mine, my dick still embedded in her. She started grinding against me, so I grabbed her butt, one hand squeezing each cheek, and pulled her hard against me. Debbie was moaning softly as her orgasm neared. She ground a bit harder and her pussy squeezed my softening dick out of her as she came.

She moved halfway off me, one leg between mine, with half her body resting on mine, and snuggled close. We lay there for a few minutes and she got up.

“I should let you go do your physics homework,” she giggled. “We just did human anatomy!”

“OK if I shower? I don’t want anyone at home being suspicious!”

“Sure. Grab a towel from my closet. I don’t have a robe for you unless you want the pink one there!”

“A towel will be fine!” I chuckled, grabbing one from the closet, wrapping it around my waist.

I opened the door and walked down the hall to the bathroom, just as Tracy, Debbie’s little sister, came out of her room.

“It sounded like you two were having a lot of fun!” she teased.

“It’s possible,” I smirked, and relieved that I’d covered up.

“You could do that with me anytime too, if you wanted to!” she whispered and skipped down the hall.

I shook my head and went and took a quick shower, making absolutely sure I had locked the door. When I finished, I carefully wrapped the towel around me and went back to Debbie’s room to dress.

“Your little sister just offered to fool around with me!”

She smirked, “I guess I should have warned you! But I know your rule and she won’t be fourteen until January. I told her about that, but she says she’s ready right now!”

“I’m sticking with my rule. Besides, I have you and don’t want to upset you.”

“Why would it upset me? As long as she doesn’t try to interfere with our dates, go ahead, do it with her. You and I are just having fun, after all.”

I kissed her and then got dressed. She put on her robe to walk me to the door, we kissed and I told her I’d see her in the morning for school, then walked home.

“She sure put a smile on your face!” Stephanie said with a grin.

“Yeah, she does do that!”

“You should have gone there the other night. Much better than the other option!” she giggled.

“Oh, shut up, Squirt!” I chuckled and headed to my room to do homework.

On Thursday in chemistry class, I didn’t let up on Kara.

“Kara, I have more for you.”

“Just shut up and leave me alone,” she hissed.

I dropped a slip of paper in front of her.

“You do know what that means, don’t you, Kara? It means she’s supposed to take his clothes off and have sex with him!”

“It most certainly does not! It says to uncover his feet and do what he says.”

“In the Hebrew of 2 Kings 18, urine is called ‘the water of their feet’. Last I checked, piss doesn’t come out of my feet! So, what did Naomi tell Ruth to uncover? And if she uncovers his genitals, what do you think he’s going to tell her to do?”

“You’re disgusting! I can’t believe you. Just stop it and leave me alone!” she whispered with a flustered frown.

Flustered was good, and if that caused her to stop acting ‘holier than thou’, I’d be happy, though I wasn’t convinced anything could change that. Well, not anything she’d actually do, anyway.

Thursday after school I went to the Junior High and sat in the computer lab, answering questions and helping anyone who needed help. Krista was there and made a point of sitting and talking to me. She was spending far more time talking to me than working on her program, and I pointed that out to her. She reluctantly went back to the computer.

Friday in chemistry, Kara tried to strike back.