Chapter 13

FRIDAY, JULY 6, 1990

Under of the guise of visiting Mikey, I took the three-mile bicycle ride to town on a sunny Friday afternoon.

I set my bike in a rack at the park and waited at the swings, just as we’d agreed. The park was mostly empty, with some kids playing basketball some distance away. The pool would open soon.

Not two minutes later, there she was, sauntering up to me from her open garage door. As usual, Melody looked fantastic in flip flops, short shorts and a tank top. She topped off the look with aviator sunglasses today. She had a big smile for me when she walked up.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I wasn’t exactly a shy child, but how do I greet my once-again new girlfriend?

My hesitation was for nothing. She wrapped me up in a big hug and planted a solid kiss on my lips.

“Hi, boyfriend,” she chirped up at me.

“Hey there, girlfriend,” I answered warmly.

She took me by the hand and led me to a swing. She sat in one, rocking lazily back and forth with her eyes on me.

“Get anything nice for your birthday?” she grinned.

“Yeah,” I gave her a lopsided grin. “Something VERY nice.”

I sat down in a swing next to her, my hands absently gripping the chains, swinging slightly.

“What did you get?” she asked with a giggle.

“Something I’d never had before,” I said flatly, hiding a knowing grin.

“Oh, a nice present then,” she teased. “Who gave it to you?”

“Someone special.”

“Oh, those are the best presents,” she nodded. “I wonder how much it cost?”

“Well, the best presents are homemade, I always say.”

She giggled and popped her sunglasses to the top of her brunette head.

“Do you think you’ll have to wait until your next birthday for a present like that again?” she mock pouted.

My right hand fell to my chest. “I don’t think I could live waiting that long for another present like that.”

She giggled musically again, swinging a little harder.

“Wait, I don’t have to wait that long again do I?” I stopped in my swing, leveling a serious gaze at her.

She covered her mouth and laughed out loud, a practice she’d picked up when had her braces and wanted to hide that mouth full of metal. I found it all the more endearing that she still did it.

She stopped her swing and dropped her feet to the gravel, shoving the swing closer to me.

“You don’t have to wait another minute if you don’t want to,” she husked, looking at her house meaningfully.

I felt immediate stirring in my shorts.

I started to get out of my swing, but she stopped me short with a hand on my chest.

“Stop. I’ll walk home first. If the coast is clear, I’ll open the garage door. You walk down the sidewalk and check for anyone watching. If no one is watching, come inside the garage and knock on the door there.”

A smile crept over my face. “Got it.”

She demurely stepped out of her swing and pecked me on the cheek, dropped her shades back over her eyes and took the walk back to her house, just across the park. I couldn’t help but watch her pert little ass sway the whole way there.

The waiting seemed like an eternity. I walked back to my bike, pretending to busy myself with it, until sure enough, her garage door groaned open.

I left my bike in the rack and made a purposeful walk across the street, glancing around for any signs of people watching. All seemed clear, so I took a hasty detour up her driveway and into the garage where she was already peeking out the cracked-open door for me.

Once inside, she dragged me into the kitchen and I froze. Her little sister was sitting at the table.

“Harmony, I think you know Jake. We have a deal. Please watch for trouble and run and tell us if anyone comes.”

Harmony nodded shyly from the table.

Melody stalked to her bedroom and nearly yanked my arm out of the socket to follow her, before as much as a nod could be exchanged with her little sister.

Once inside her room, she closed the door softly and dropped immediately to her knees. She had my shorts down and my quickly-hardening cock in her mouth before I could blink. My knees buckled and she gripped my hips to keep me in place as she started to work.

There was little technique. There was no eye contact. There was no hand work. Still, I was blasting a healthy load of my liquid orgasm into her hungry mouth within minutes of her knees hitting the floor.

She sat back to catch her breath and swallow down my offering.

“That was already a little better,” she chuckled. “I have to get that first one out of you, or you’re no use to me,” she giggled, shaking her head.

I was breathing hard and feeling light headed. Lesson two in our sexual relationship, her tutoring, had began quite abruptly.

She stripped quickly, without any preamble, and made for me to do the same. She walked around the bed, making an obvious appraisal of my young body, and seemed to like what she saw.

I couldn’t help but watch her hips sway preditoraly as she walked around her bed and laid down on top of the covers. Her tan lines split the difference between the skin she showed the world at the pool and the creamy, naughty bits of flesh reserved just for my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of her supple body.

A crook of her finger was all that was required for the older girl to get me to come to her.

Sex that day was much different from the hungry, sweaty, passionate teenage tangle of flesh that had been the wonder of my birthday. My birthday was all fire and hunger. Today, Melody was more clinical, more communicative. She showed me how to pleasure her orally, and she didn’t hesitate to tell me what she did, or did not like. Where to lick, how to lick it, and to stay ‘right there’ were all part of her lesson plan.

She squeezed my head until I thought it might pop, but she shot off in her own shuddering orgasm, rewarding my tongue with her sweet and salty nectar. She showed me just how wet an orgasm could be for the fairer sex that day. It was my first time giving oral and I was hooked at first taste.

My jaw sore and useless, she then directed her attention to my already-hard cock. She again laid me over on my back and slipped another condom on me. I could tell her intentions were much different again, as she led us through a minute or two of medium-rhythm fucking in every position she had read about or seen, or simply could imagine. And she could imagine some that didn’t really work. She insisted on trying some sort of ‘pile driver’ position that threatened to break my cock in half. But I particularly enjoyed fucking her up against her bedroom wall as I held the weight of her little body with my hands cupping her little ass. She held her arms around my neck for dear life and kissed me for all she was worth while I pounded her that way.

I was oblivious to it at the time, but she was working to extend my stamina and control. She could sense me getting close to orgasm, and she’d quickly end the action, effectively resetting the clock on my ejaculation and changing positions. She was training me.

My second orgasm did finally arrive as she rode me facing my curling toes, with her quaking ass cheeks slamming down against my pelvis. The position seemed to rock her world as well. She just held me in place and fucked herself to another screaming orgasm. I joined her with an animalistic howl of my own.

In the afterglow, she rummaged under her bed again, producing a Playboy Magazine. She laid her exquisitely naked body next to me with her head propped up on her palm, leafing through the pages between us.

“Do you think I look like her?” she asked, flipping the page to open the centerfold.

It was striking. Same long brunette hair. Same angular face. Similar golden hazel ‘Fuck me’ eyes. Different mouth for sure. I flipped back the fold to the next page, glancing at her stats.

“Well, this girl is 5’8. You’re 5’1” on a good day,” I giggled bravely.

I finished the thought before she could attack me. “You’re like a little version of her, but even more beautiful,” I husked, looking her in the eye.

“I’m petite,” she smiled demurely.

She smiled and hooked her arm around my neck, giving me a delightful open-eyed and open-mouthed kiss. I simply loved the touch and intimacy I was being given with this girl. I loved looking so closely into her smoldering eyes, and seeing tiny brown freckles on her nose and upper cheeks, just enough blemish to prove she was indeed mortal.

“You were much better today,” she said airily, with a mirthful grin.

“Was I so bad last time?” I grumped.

“You were wonderful last time,” she said plainly. “I’m so happy I waited for you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Oh yes,” she shrugged. “It was close. I had two boyfriends since you. One in junior high. One last year for a few months. It was very close.”

I ran my fingertips from the gentle curve of her hip down her tummy and up to her ribs.

“All for me?” I questioned.

“Not quite all,” she blushed and shrugged. “And I didn’t know I was waiting for YOU, exactly. I just wasn’t ready for Chad, or for Darren.”

“Hmmm.” I mumbled to myself, not sure how to respond.

“I guess I knew I was ready early this summer. I was getting SO horny all the time, and I started thinking about you. I remembered you in the halls at school, and on the bus and I remembered how your voice changed at the start of last year, and how sexy I thought you were again. I thought about how much different you might be again this summer, and I knew where I could find you.”

“And you were ready?” I questioned.

“I was ready. I was tired of using my fingers,” she admitted brazenly with a leer and a shrug.

My jaw dropped open and I probably blushed a deeper red than a ripe tomato. Admitting that you masturbated just wasn’t something you did at that age, at that time and not at that fairly conservative place.

A smile crept up her face at my discomfort.

“Everyone masturbates, Jake. Even you do,” she nodded with a knowing smile.

Are freshly steamed lobsters redder than tomatoes? I’m sure I was in that range, I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

“You do, don’t you?”

“Well ... yeah,” I quietly admitted, rolling my eyes.

“What do you think about?” she challenged.

I’d taken a big step down the plank just admitting to a beautiful girl that I sometimes touched myself. I wasn’t quite ready to take a leap into the deep blue by offering up what I thought about while I was doing it.

“All summer, I’ve thought about you,” she husked, running her fingertips where I had just ran mine.

“And you felt so much better in person,” she slowly nodded.

She dropped her arm and laid back down. She had her hand at her mouth, but seemed to think better of it. She held two fingers out to my face. I hesitated only a moment before sucking in her fingers and wetting them.

Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back next to me on the bed. She turned her head and stared into my eyes as she ran her moistened fingers down her taut tummy and placed her hand over light brunette bush.

“Ooooh,” she cooed for my benefit, watching my face. I stared at her hand as she gently held her labia apart and dipped a finger inside.

“Uh,” she groaned, just as she had when had fucked to a shared orgasm minutes ago.

Her left hand absently gripped her breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers with a practiced ease, as she started to stir two fingers over her throbbing clit.

“Next time you jerk off,” she breathed at me. “Think about me doing this just for you.”

She stiffened her body, her fingers strumming at her pussy at a fevered tempo. Her breath went short and she pinched her eyes closed as she coaxed a final orgasm out of her lush little body.

“Oh my God! Oh, Jacob!”

“Jacob!”

MONDAY, MAY 20, 1991 LAST WEEK OF FRESHMAN YEAR

“Jacob!”

“Jacob! You’ve slept through your alarm. You have to get up and get ready!”

“Muh,” I groaned.

“Jacob, get up! You’re going to miss the bus!”

I peeled my eyes open. It was mom shaking me lightly. Bonn Scott and the rest of AC/DC were making their way through “Whole lotta Rosie” on my clock radio.

“GET. UP!” Mom hissed.

“Yes, yes!” I was suddenly wide awake and aware. “I’ll get up.”

There was no way I was getting out from under the covers in front of my mother in my current state.

I slapped my alarm, ending that Australian anthem, then shut it off. Mom seemed convinced I’d actually get up and made to leave the room.

Holy shit, what a memory I had woken up to. I hadn’t had a dream like that about Mel in months, and at least it was a pleasant one. It wasn’t always the case.

I slipped my feet over the edge of the bed and dropped them to the carpet. Once I stood, the pain registered in my mind.

“OW! OW! OW!”

My lower back seized and I gripped my hips with both hands. I didn’t really have time for this shit.

“Are you OK?” mom said from somewhere uncomfortably close to my door.

“I’m fine,” I winced quickly. “Just my back.”

I grimaced as I rummaged around for clothes for the day, threw on a robe for much-needed cover and hobbled my way to the shower.

The school year was really winding down. Seniors had Monday and Tuesday finals, and would be out of class for, well, forever after they were done. Our finals would be held Thursday and Friday.

Interactions with Shelby weren’t too uncomfortable. She was a little quiet, but her mood seemed to be OK. I made a detour to talk to the school athletic director for a favor. I asked for three helmet decals from our stylized howling wolf. He agreed, and I gratefully accepted.

Tuesday brought heavy rain, and our JV baseball team was postponed, but that meant we’d play friday night before the varsity squad.

Tuesday brought another surprise.

“Jake Parker.” The feminine voice was familiar and froze me in my seat.

“Hey little brother,” Karen Robinson added, nodding to Beast.

I turned to see the lovely senior Katie Highland and Karen standing behind me at the lunch table.

“We just finished finals and wanted to let you know about the senior party, Jake,” Katie cooed to me.

Both Deedee and Shelby squirmed a little uncomfortably.

“Really, any of you can come. It’s Saturday night at the quarry. BYOB,” Karen nodded.

“Who’s bringing the cards?” I teased to Katie.

“OH! Damn good idea freshman! I’ll make sure we get something set up,” Katie nodded.

I was already regretting that comment.

“Are we going to see you there, Jake?”

“Uh, I’ll see what I can do,” I shrugged, looking to Beast for support.

“We’ll be there,” he grinned.

“Bring your drinking shoes, Parker,” Katie grinned. “You’re going down Saturday night.”

Karen laughed out loud at her friend, then she leaned in close to me.

“Get your beer order in with Marcus and I’ll bring it,” she nodded. “There won’t be kegs.”

Both girls waved to the table and sauntered away.

Our combined crews were suitably impressed by that display, and there was chatter that some wanted to come to the party.

I thought it was well past time for our class to make our presence known.

FRIDAY, JULY 13, 1990

Another Friday of the most glorious summer of my short life so far. I’d managed to sneak in to see Melody earlier in the week already and this day held the same promise.

It was relatively early, and the pool wasn’t open yet. The garage door was open and empty of cars, as was our open signal to get together. I parked my bike in the racks at the park and made a purposeful but wary walk to the open garage.

I knocked lightly on the door and waited nearly a minute before Melody opened the door.

And she looked like crap.

“Oh, hey Jake,” she offered weakly.

“Are you OK, babe?” I asked in concern.

She was in her robe, her hair in disarray and she looked pale.

“I’m not feeling good today, Jake. I’m sorry.” She looked somewhere between sad and ill, with some embarrassed mixed in between. But mostly she looked really tired.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, Jake. I think I’m going to have mom take me to Acute Care when she gets home.”

“OK, I guess. I’m sorry you don’t feel well.”

“I’ll be OK. I’m sorry we can’t be together today.”

“It’s OK, I’ll be here waiting when you feel better,” I smiled.

I leaned in to give her a little peck, but her eyes widened and she shrank back.

“Oh, Jake, I haven’t brushed,” she covered her mouth shyly.

I settled for touching her hand.

“I love you,” I said tenderly to her.

Her face gained a little color and she immediately looked a little better.

“I love you too,” she smiled tenderly. “Come back and see me Monday, maybe,” she said brightening a little more.

“I’ll try,” I shrugged.

I left her in her robe at her door and headed back to the park. Not one to waste another nice July day, I set out for Mikey’s.

I knocked at his door, only a block away, to find a sleepy Mike who had just fed his siblings breakfast.

“Sup, dude?”

“I came to see Mel but she’s sick today.”

“Sick?” he asked. “Well, glad to know I at least still rate second.”

“Aw, Mikey, are you pining for me?” I teased with flirting eyes. “Is my girlfriend making you jealous?”

“Shut up, fag,” he teased back.

I laughed hard at him, then relented.

“What’s your grand plan today?”

“They’ll want to swim, but I’m not taking them until the afternoon,” he hooked a thumb at his siblings.

“So, Nintendo then?”

“Sure, dude.”

We settled in and played a few games of NES Play Action Football. He beat me badly the first couple of games, but I started to get the hang of the offensive plays and starting taking it to him. For their part, his 10-year-old sister and his 6-year-old brother mostly left us alone.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

“I’ll make you a sandwich, dude.”

Mike was off to the kitchen putting lunch for the four of us together. I lurked around the game, looking at offensive plays I hadn’t tried yet.

Bologna and cheese on white bread worked just fine for me and the four of us tore in on the gourmet fare. We ate quickly, and I thanked Mike for his culinary expertise.

“Now, does the cheese go down first, or the bologna? I just have to nail this recipe,” I teased.

“Shut up,” he deadpanned.

I knew he liked cooking, but this was what he had to work with today. He sent his siblings off to change for the pool. I stepped into the bathroom to do the same, and in only trunks with my towel around my neck, we took the short walk to the city pool.