Chapter 32: Injustice

Sunday, June 23, 1996, Sanford Maine

“Someone’s at the door, can you get that, David?” our Mom yelled at me from the kitchen where she was baking her famous chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.

“Yeah, of course,” I answered from the couch where I was cuddling with CC. Amber was cuddling up on the other side of her. It was endearing to see their growing closeness.

I opened the door and was nearly bowled over by a tall blonde, blue-eyed girl, who shrieked in my ears as she almost hugged me to death. I saw her boyfriend Josh shrug sheepishly at me from behind her.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you asshole! And you didn’t even call us after you got out of the hospital! You’re a real fucking jerk, David!” she screeched in my ear as she kept strangling me with affection.

I could feel her hot tears on my neck as she tried valiantly to squeeze the life that she had just given me shit for almost losing out of me. I tried to squeak out an apology, but I couldn’t breathe, let alone get any words out. Nevertheless, I gave it my best shot, and the sounds that I managed to choke out sounded like a cross between Darth Vader and Chewbacca.

“Maybe you should let him breathe, Hunny Bunny; he’s turning purple. Although it does seem to suit him,” Josh quipped with a grin. “Glad you’re alive, bud. But my girl’s right. You are an asshole for not calling,” he said, giving me shit, and rightfully so.

Kim relaxed her grip a little but didn’t let go. She sobbed into my neck as I patted her awkwardly on her back. I don’t think that we’d ever hugged for more than the two seconds that friends usually did when they were platonic. I gave Josh the old, ‘what can I do’ look with my eyebrows and tried speaking again.

“I did leave you two each a message, but I know that I should’ve called repeatedly until I got a hold of you. So yeah, you guys are absolutely right, and I’m very, very sorry. Can you guys forgive me?” I asked contritely.

“Yeah, no worries, man. Just don’t do it again, ‘cause friends don’t ignore each other. Especially when they almost get killed. We wanted to come by last week, but your Mom said that you weren’t up for any visitors,” Josh said with a stern look in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course, I forgive you. You asshole piece of shit! There, now I’ll stop calling you names. You mother-fucking, crusty, ballsack licker!” Kim said fiercely, in my ear.

“Crusty ballsack licker!? That’s new! I deserve it, though. You’ve always been a great friend Kim, and I truly am sorry that I hurt you. Josh, you too, bud. I know that we’ve only been friends since the beginning of school last year, but I really have come to value your friendship, and I am very sorry, Dude,” I said sincerely.

“Aww, it’s all good, Dude. I’m sure that you had lots on your mind. Just don’t forget about us next time, is all. You still coming camping?” Josh inquired.

“Okay, now I really forgive you. Seriously though, we love you, David, and it did hurt us that you seemed to forget about us. We’re your friends, and we all really care about you. I’m probably more hurt than mad, especially because that wasn’t normally like you to behave that way,” Kim said as she finally pulled back from the hug to give me a quick peck on the lips.

My eyes flicked over to see Josh’s reaction, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. It was probably no big deal. It was like a kiss that I’d get from my Grandmother before she passed.

“Yeah, me, Amber, and CC are all down for camping one-hundred percent, Dude! We can’t wait. I was just talking to them about it last night, in fact. I am so going to catch some fish to grill! Hopefully, some Brook Trout or some Bass. Is the date still set for July sixth, or was it the thirteenth?”

“July sixth is when everyone else said that they could make it. So that’s still good for you guys?” Josh asked.

I nodded my affirmation and, with a gesture, beckoned them inside. I was just closing the door when a ratty old Pontiac Firebird pulled up; it was black with gold trim and had the blazing golden Firebird decal displayed across the hood like a proud peacock. It looked pretty beat-up as it had multiple dents and a few rust spots; still, it seemed to run okay. The driver’s door swung open, and I saw Martin jump out. I heard our Mom greeting Josh and Kim, and I caught Amber and CC’s voices join in the chorus of salutations that were going on inside. I shut the door again and went down to the driveway, eager to see my good friend and his car.

“Heya, David! Look at my ride!” he yelled as he saw me walking towards him while he scampered over to open his passenger door.

“Hi, David!” Linda Miller said with bubbly enthusiasm as she stepped out of Martin’s car.

Linda Miller was the only girl in school who I felt could compete with both my sister and CC for being the most gorgeous. With her strawberry blonde hair, bright crystal blue eyes, perfect alabaster skin, flawless pearly white teeth, and a smokin’ hot cheerleader’s body, it was no wonder that she was one of the most desired girls that we knew.

Add in the fact that she was also a sweetheart and that she would make time for anybody, and that made her a real catch. I couldn’t help but remember all of those times that I had masturbated to fantasies of her. Martin was almost just as lucky a dog as I was, and I was super happy for him. Hopefully, he would manage to keep this one.

“Hello, Gorgeous! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I replied. “Wow, if it isn’t the Bandit himself. Sweet ride, Dude. I’m glad that you guys came, Marty,” I greeted him in return.

“Yeah, I love that movie! It’s partly why I bought the car. My brother said that he would help me restore it back to mint! I got it for a steal too. The garage that my brother works for during the summer had a guy fail to pick it up after a repair job was done on it. They gave him three months to pay for it before they filed a claim in the courts for the labor and parts, that is.

“The Dude never showed up, and so the garage got ownership, and Zeke convinced them to sell it to me, cheap, as my first car. I only paid nine-hundred for it, and Zeke figures that if I put about three thousand into it and do much of the labor myself that I could have it looking pretty cherry in about a year or so,” he blathered excitedly as Linda walked up to me and gave me a light hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“It has been a few weeks, hasn’t it? I don’t think that we’ve talked since we did the Chem lab work together a couple of months back. When was that? The first couple of weeks of May?” Linda pointed out to me with a friendly smile. “I prefer you with longer hair; the skinhead look is so passé,” she said with a smirk as she ran her fingers over my scalp and stepped to my side to look at the stitches still there. “All jokes aside, I’m really glad that you’re okay, David. So I heard that you’re dating Cindy Carson now?” she asked as she tilted her head quizzically.

“So, Dude! It’s a 1979 Bandit edition! It’s got the original mags. It’s got the 6.6 liters 403 Olds engine, and even though the motor is only 180 horsepower stock, Zeke figures that if we over-compress the cam...” Marty rambled on enthusiastically as I politely tuned him out to talk with Linda.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since forever, and we were each sorta crushing on the other, without either of us knowing about it for a couple of years. But, uh, I dunno if Marty told you about what happened to her at his party? Well, it took that shitty thing to open both of our eyes into not letting each other get away. Pretty dumb, huh,” I said with a laugh. “Sweet, dude!” I quipped to Marty without knowing what I agreed to as his head nodded with even more enthusiasm if that was possible.

“No ... I don’t think that it’s dumb. I don’t think that it is dumb at all, David. I know about missed opportunities too. I think that the more that we like someone, then the harder it can be to make that first move out of fear of rejection. I always felt that it must be a lot easier to be rejected by someone that you don’t have that much of an emotional investment in than to be rejected by someone that you think you could fall in love with.

“Because when you truly like someone ... Well, it can be very scary to tell them about how you feel,” she said as her icy blue eyes bore right through me. “And yes, I heard all about how Cindy was attacked, the poor thing! But, I also heard about how you were quite the hero, coming to her rescue at almost the perfect time. She was—sorry, I mean is—very lucky to have you, David,” she said as she studied my face while her hand lingered on my arm where it had come to rest after rubbing my scalp.

Even though I was completely head over heels in love with both my sister and CC, I still felt my pulse rate increase as I stood there talking with one of the prettiest girls that I’d ever seen. At least I could look her in the eyes; most guys couldn’t, heck, even some girls couldn’t. They were such a clear crystal blue that they mesmerized and left you feeling open and exposed, yet she was the sweetest thing. Her eyes were otherworldly, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that they were colored contacts she was wearing because they were so uniquely bright. I had to wonder, though, with the way that she was looking at me and with what she had just said, was she trying to tell me something?

“ ... and the chassis is in great shape, the body needs a little work, but the rust spots are all in non-structural support areas, so they should be easy to fix...” Marty droned on as he went over and bent his head in through the driver’s side door to pop his hood open.

I obligatorily walked over to the front of his car so as not to appear rude, and Linda followed at my side, keeping up our conversation while still lightly gripping my bicep.

“So, how is it that you and Marty hooked up?” I asked curiously, and at the same time, I wanted to deflect any comments about me being a hero away, that type of talk made me embarrassed.

“ ... so if you look there, you can see where the original carburetor goes. Zeke told me that I should get a Holley replica, which would also give me a serious boost to my horse, about 75 hp right there...”

I nodded at him as he looked up at me while he was pointing underneath the air intake. Which seemed to satisfy him that I was paying proper attention to what he was saying.

“Hmm, well I think, that we were both set up,” she said with a laugh, and her eyes twinkled in amusement. “My older sister Mandy is dating Zeke, and without telling me anything, she conspired with him to set us up. They pretended to be surprised when they ran into each other at the mall while having their younger siblings in tow. She seemed to have this crazy idea that I really liked this one guy, but that he never asked me out and that I was depressed over it. So she figured that Zeke’s younger brother would be just the summer fling that I needed to cheer me up,” Linda said with a mysterious smile.

“Seriously? You two were set up? Pretty sneaky siblings you two have,” I said with a grin. “I know the feeling; I have a pretty sneaky sibling myself,” I quipped. Pretty in more ways than one, I thought, especially naked.

Could she possibly mean that I was the guy that she liked and that had failed to ask her out? Nah ... Could it be, though? Well, it didn’t matter anyway. I wouldn’t trade what I had, with either of my girls, for all the tea in China.

“Yup! Sneaky older sister! I was actually touched. We didn’t always get along when we were younger, but we’ve grown closer since she went off to college. Anyway, when Marty asked me out, I said yes. Partly because for about the past year, he was the first guy to do so that wasn’t a complete asshole,” she said with a peal of genuine laughter at the ridiculousness of that fact.

“ ... and the electric is good. Checking out all the wiring took hours! What’s so funny?” Martin asked, puzzled as he looked over to see his girlfriend laughing pretty hard.

“Nothing, Marty. Just an observation about how most guys are assholes,” she said sweetly as she dazzled him with a smile. “Present company excluded, of course.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess they are at that,” he said as he shook his head and then went right back to his enthusiastic explanations for the restoration of his car.

“So ... the unlucky bastard who you liked but who didn’t find the courage to ask you out ... Do I know him?” I asked, unsure if I actually wanted the answer or not, but I couldn’t help myself from asking the question.

A momentary look of regret? Sadness? Whatever it was, it passed over her face so fast that I wasn’t totally sure if I had even seen it.

“It doesn’t matter now. He has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend, and that’s that as they say,” she answered with a shrug. “Is that a new bracelet? It looks really nice on you.”

“Yeah, Amber gave it to me for my birthday. She had it engraved and everything. It means the world to me,” I answered with a warm smile.

“Hey, Davey! What the Hell, Bro? Oh! Hi, Marty!” Amber yelled as she came storming out the door. “We were all wondering why you hadn’t come back in yet. Josh and Kim thought that maybe they had upset you because they were upset with you,” Amber said with a chuckle expressing how silly she thought that idea was.

“Hi, Amber, looking hot as usual,” Martin said with a leer.

“You’re Linda, I’ve seen you in school, but we’ve never talked. I’m David’s sister, Amber; I’m a grade below you guys,” she said as she put out her hand to shake as she introduced herself to Linda.

“I’ve heard nothing but good things about you! From both of them, especially your brother,” she gushed as her eyes flicked over to meet mine again, giving me an inscrutable stare. “It’s great to finally meet you, Amber,” she said with a warm smile as she neglected the proffered hand and instead pulled my sister in for a tight hug.

Amber broke out into a wide grin at the hug, and I could see that she was pleasantly surprised at such a warm reception.

“So you have a lot of work to do on your car then, Bro,” I said as I glanced over at Marty, who had finally stopped going on about his ride.

“Yup. So whose dick do I need to suck to get a drink around here anyway?” he asked with a stupid grin spreading across his face. “By the way, for an almost dead guy, you look like shit. I hope they didn’t sew up your asshole when they knitted your head back together, ‘cause your breath stinks enough without you farting out of your mouth over there, buttface. Personally, I would have fixed the rock over your sorry ass, but I guess we’re stuck with you now,” Marty laughed as he fired off a few insults, thereby showing that he was relieved that I was okay.

“You can suck mine, Marty ... Well, it’s not ACTUALLY a dick, it’s a clit ... but it might as well be a dick to you because my itty bitty clitty is twice your size,” Amber said as she giggled loudly.

“I like her, Marty, Darling! Oh, by the way, has she seen the inside of your pants before or something? She seems to be describing you perfectly!” Linda quipped at her boyfriend’s expense.

“Hmm, that’s why I usually like to pick up my woman at my preferred hunting grounds and not at the damn mall where you only find bloody Bimbos!” Marty grumped with pretend anger.

“Bimbo! I’ll show you, Bimbo! Shrimp dick!” Linda shrieked as she fiercely beat up on Martin’s shoulders for a few moments.

“Shrimp dick! I didn’t hear you complaining the other night!” Martin groused as he tried pinching Linda’s butt.

“Oh? And where’s your preferred pick-up spot, Bro? The nearest old age home? The Alzheimer’s treatment center? No wait, that’s where your dates go hoping to catch it so that they can forget about you,” I said, retaliating for his earlier remarks.

I was glad to see that at least Martin didn’t seem upset with me over not contacting him after I had gotten out of the hospital.

“Nah, Bro. I usually pick up my girls at Dirty Peter’s Bar. That place is the best; they have liquor in the front and poker in the rear. It’s right on the corner of Banger and Leaver. You can’t miss it. It has a huge pile of broken hearts lying on the curb,” he said as he laughed hard at his own joke.

“Come, let’s go in. Josh and Kim are here already and are probably wondering if I kidnapped my sister now as well,” I instructed.

We all went into the house, and my sister helped me get everyone some sodas before we went out to the backyard. Linda asked Amber where she could change into her swimsuit; Kim said she wanted to change into hers as well, and the three girls quickly went back inside giggling up a storm.

CC came outside right after the other girls had gone in to get changed. She was already wearing her almost non-existent white micro bikini, and just watching her hips as she swayed over to me had me adjusting my shorts as my cock became iron. Not to mention how her breasts jiggled, with just enough movement to attract the eye, but still showing the firmness of youth. Her C-cup tits were perfectly symmetrical, and I could just barely see the hint of her areolas showing through the thin fabric.

“Hey, Tiger. You look yummy in those shorts,” she said as she kissed me with a super sexy french kiss.

I think that she was feeling especially excited that all of our friends were present to see that we truly were a couple and that we both loved each other very much.

“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy, my little Butterfly! I love that skimpy little bikini on you. Feel what you’ve done to me, Baby,” I whispered into her ear as we hugged after I broke our kiss.

CC cupped my cock through my shorts, positioning her body in such a way that no one could see what she was doing. Not that Marty or Josh would have noticed anyway as poor Josh was getting an excruciatingly detailed earful about a certain car’s planned restoration. I moaned, and I leaned down to kiss her, but she slipped her mouth to my ear so that she could whisper to me instead.

“Just imagine how it will be after next Saturday, lover. There will be many times, just like these, where we can slip away for a quicky. Times where we can go and fuck, and you can know that your girl is walking around all of our friends with your cum squishing around in her tight little pussy,” she breathed to me sensuously as she slowly stroked my cock through the nylon fabric of my swim shorts.

“Oh, god, Babe! You’re so fucking mean! I want you even worse now. It’s going to be torture waiting until Saturday, CC, my love,” I moaned pitifully in horny anguish.

“Hey, look who the cat dragged in!” Amber shouted as she made her way back into the yard, followed by Linda, Stewart, Andy, and Julie.

Before I could even begin to acknowledge my friends, I couldn’t help but drool over Linda and my sister first as they walked into the backyard wearing bikinis that could only be described as criminal. I had seen my sister in her very tiny, black, string bikini before, but I still wasn’t used to it. With her golden blonde hair and her tanned skin, it just popped, and her body was shaped like a wet dream. Then, as she turned around, I saw again just how much of her ass was exposed, and I was surprised that our Mom actually let her wear that around company.

Then there was Linda, she was only second to Amber in looks, and as much as I loved CC, I had to admit that she was a close third behind those two. She looked stunning in her powder blue bikini, the color of which matched her eyes as if the dye was made just for her. She had twisted her strawberry blonde hair up into an impromptu bun, and it exposed her neck in a very sexy way; it just made you want to nibble on it.

Her breasts were twin globes that sat high on her chest, the tops of which bubbled out enticing from her bikini top, like two melons on display. The bottoms were cheeky and displayed a good portion of her taut ass cheeks, but not nearly as much as Amber’s did. From where I stood, I could also see both of their delicious camel toes, and they looked inviting.

My cock had zero chance of going down now. I had CC looking damn fine in her tiny white micro bikini, and Amber had me so horny that I was legitimately scared that I would get caught perving on her. Add my old fantasy girl Linda into the picture, and I was going to need to go and relieve myself very soon.

I did notice Kim in her bathing suit too, when she came outside, but not to sound mean—there was no comparison to the other girls. Still, she was definitely worth looking at, especially if you’re into taller girls. Standing at five foot ten, she was very leggy, and they were beautiful legs; I’ll give her that. She had a flat tummy and apple-sized breasts, but her best asset was her ass.

Although I could make a case that her cute dimples, blue eyes, and her blonde hair when it was pulled up into a ponytail were some of her best features as well. She wore a black and white, one-piece suit that had two very strategically placed lightning bolts on it. It looked like they were pointing at her nipples and her pussy. It was a very sexy suit, and I could easily imagine how it would look on either of my girls. Sure she was pretty, very pretty in fact, but when you’re surrounded by three girls who could be models or playmates, pretty is unnoteworthy.

I was stoked to see all of my friends again. It seemed like it’d been forever since we’d all been together, and I sincerely hoped that we would make more of a habit of it like we all used to. The hulking twins scanned the yard before their gaze lit upon me and CC. She was still clinging to me with her arms entwined around my neck, and I was still sporting a massive hard-on which would be pretty embarrassing to me if anyone noticed it.

“Hey, guys! I’m really glad that you all came!” I said with genuine excitement in my voice. “How are you doing, Julie? Is the big lug still treating you alright?” I asked with a smile.

They all walked over to where CC and I were standing next to the hot tub and latticework. Thankfully, CC was a smart cookie and had simply spun around in my arms so that her sweet buns were pressed back against my hardened sausage, effectively hiding it.

“Hi, Andy, Stewart, Julie!” CC gushed happily as she grabbed both of my arms and wrapped them around her.

I felt pretty sure that she wanted to signal to everyone that she was mine, and I was more than okay with that. The thought quickly flashed through my head that I had done a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in regards to being with CC, and I had never been happier. I almost got distracted by the sudden whiff of vanilla that I got from her hair as she leaned back against me. Her ass was doing me no favors other than helping to hide my predicament. My hardness certainly wasn’t going to go away with how it felt to have her pushed up against me the way that she was.

“Hey, David. Glad to see that you’re alive, my friend,” Stewart said with a genuine look of caring in his eyes. “Your head looks like you’ve decided to go skin, man! Just don’t go getting any swastika tattoos, Dude,” he laughed.

“Uggh, never! If I did, I would have to either beat myself up every day because I hate bigotry or just hang myself,” I said with a chuckle.

“Hi, David, Cindy. This big lug here is treating me just how a gentleman should treat his lady,” she said as she smiled up at him briefly before turning back to look at me again. “I’m really glad that you’re okay now, David. When Stewart told me that you were in the hospital and then in a coma, I prayed for you,” she said serenely with a caring smile as she reached out and patted me on the arm.

Julie was about the same height as my sister, but her body was less developed. She had a mane of fiery red hair and soft blue-grey eyes. I found myself wondering what she would look like in her bathing suit compared to the other girls there.

“Umm, thanks,” I said awkwardly as I scanned her petite five-foot frame.

I never really knew how to react to religious people when they claimed that they had prayed for something. Being Agnostic, I wasn’t sure if a God existed somewhere or not, but I was pretty sure that they didn’t answer prayers, even if one did. That thought quickly went out of my head when I caught Andy staring at the way that my arms were wrapped around CC. I sighed mentally; I had been putting off thinking about this potentially explosive situation. I had known somewhere in the back of my head that I would be needing to deal with Andy wanting my girlfriend as his own, but I had neglected to figure out exactly how.

I had told him that we weren’t a couple and that I was just trying to help her through a bad time, but that obviously wasn’t the case anymore. The worst part was that I had also told him that I would support him in getting together with her, and I had encouraged him to share his feelings with her. I hoped that this wouldn’t ruin our friendship at the end of it all. The best thing to do, though, was to bite the bullet and deal with it upfront now that he was there.

“Andy, my man, got a minute?” I asked while putting as much warmth into my voice as I could.

“Yeah! I was just going to ask you the same thing, Dude,” he answered with a wry grin.

I slipped a hand down between CC’s ass and my crotch and adjusted myself so that at least it was pointing straight up and was lying flat against my belly, where the top few inches would be hidden by my t-shirt. Then, Andy and I made our way over to the large maple tree that we had in the far back left-hand corner of my yard.

“I just wanted to say...” Andy spoke. “I just wanted to say...” I blurted out.

We both had said the exact same thing at the exact same time.

We both started laughing, and any tension that we had felt between us evaporated as we both knew instinctively that our friendship was going to be okay going forward.

“Jinx! You owe me a beer, man,” Andy quipped before I could.

“A debt that I’ll be more than happy to pay my friend,” I said as I clapped him on the back.

“So, ahh, let me go first if you don’t mind,” he stated, so I nodded my agreement. “Well, uh, first, I’m super glad that you’re okay, man. We were all scared for ya, Dude. Things just wouldn’t be the same around here without you, you know,” he said sheepishly.

It’s hard to admit such feelings when you’re a teenage boy. So the sentiment was greatly valued, especially because I felt guilty over my relationship with CC when I had known just how much he had desired her.

“Thanks, man. I would feel the same way about any of you guys, too,” I said just as sheepishly.

“So ahh, did CC tell you that I spoke with her?” he asked, and by his expression, I knew what he meant.

“No, she didn’t. Was she supposed to?” I asked, wondering why she didn’t tell me anything.

“Well, I finally got the balls to tell her how I felt when you were in the hospital. And before you go thinking bad of me, I apologize if it looks like I was trying to steal your girl while you were fucked up and all. I swear to God that it wasn’t like that,” he said with a sigh as he looked down. “I honestly didn’t know how serious the two of you were when I did.

“I mean, you told me to tell her, Dude! I ... I saw your situation as a wake-up call, I guess. It made me realize that life was short and that I could either put up or shut up. So I called her house, and her parents said that she was staying over here comforting your sister, so I took a chance and biked over. I confessed to her how I’d been feeling about her and for how long.

“She was very sweet about it all, but she basically told me to go and jump in a lake,” he said with a laugh. “She told me that she’d been in love with you for over two years and that now that she had you in her sights that she wasn’t letting go. I told her exactly what you told me, about how you weren’t really together, but that you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Dude, she told me, and I quote, ‘The only hurt feelings are going to be the ones in his ass after I kick it from here until Timbuktu, or until he gets some sense in his head, whichever comes first.’ Those were her words, not mine,” he told me with a serious look on his face.

“Wow! She actually said that?” I exclaimed, surprised.

“Yeah, and more, so lemme finish, bud. She told me that she was one-hundred percent certain that you would come out of your coma and that you’d better be prepared to face her wrath if you turned her away again. She told me that while she was flattered that I liked her, that she was sorry but that she couldn’t return my affections, even if I deserved them. She said that she knew in her heart of hearts that she belonged with you and that the assault she had suffered through had woken her up. She told me that she couldn’t put her feelings aside out of fear of rejection any longer and that she had wasted enough time just fantasizing about being your girl.

“She said that one of the things that she loved most about you was also the dumbest part of you at the same time because it was keeping you apart. She claimed that it was your white knight complex that was both endearing and annoying. She said to me, and again, I quote, ‘My hero should be able to collect his just rewards without feeling guilty. When something is freely offered, and then he just turns it away. Well, it’s painful, and it’s hurting me, but he can’t see past his own stupid noble ideals of what’s right and wrong. The worst part is knowing that he wants what I am trying to give him, the dumb fuck.’ So I take it that everything has worked out between you two now? You guys looked quite cozy when we walked in,” Andy said with a grin.