Chapter 15: Fire and Love

[Love Re-ignites And All Come Home]

Wally said it was reported nobody was killed, possibly no one was hurt. The place just went up like a box of matches, such an old wood structure. I completely panicked.

No one was allowed over there, too dangerous. I would stay all day, skip classes until I found where people were. Wally didn’t expect any business of course. He and I just stood there by the hour trying to find out what we could. Dave was over there from his lot; everybody who had anything to do with the market waited to find out anything.

I had no radio in my truck and was asleep when the fire broke out so it was such a shock, just couldn’t believe it was ALL gone.

I beat myself up mentally for abandoning my girls. I was such a dope. I could have done things differently. I could have manned up and acted like an adult. I failed. If anything happened to Siza I would just die.

Eventually everything was cordoned off but the street was allowed to run on one lane. I finally got the idea to go down to the drilling company to ask Shorty or Aron if they had heard anything. They heard Siza’s family had moved out to the north shore with family but that was all. I told them I really needed to see her, to see how she was. Days passed.

At school I finally got up the courage to ask Linda if she knew anything and she didn’t. She was cordial enough but didn’t quite understand what I was saying. “Siza’s family have lost everything. The market is gone. I heard they are living out at North shore somewhere with extended family.” I just broke down right in front of her unable to overcome the grief of saying that. “I’m so sorry!”

Linda didn’t realize what had happened and she had not been anywhere near the car lot since the night I stood up both she and Siza. Her composure completely changed and she just melted in sorrow. She looked at me with her arms hanging and eyes tearing. This broke my heart, I reached for her hands and she pushed herself to me with tears. We both cried a bit and I said I had to find Siza and make sure she was okay. Linda insisted on going with me.

On Sunday, windward side, we took a trip up and around past Pupukea, the Waimea valley, on the north shore. I pointed out the spots where we took our bikes into the interior, drove up into the hills a little bit to show her, told Linda about the tunnels, the research I was doing on mosquito fish, lots of stuff. I felt pretty confident in my new rig and I think she was honestly interested. At least she made a good effort and I felt so good to be with her again.

Finally with courage I had to confess my guilt for standing her up that night. “I was scared. I’m ashamed for not simply telling you my fear, being honest, but I told myself I couldn’t do that to you, maybe having sex and I wasn’t being fair. I should have talked to you about it.

“I know rejection to my core. I’m so sorry. I feel both awful and truly am because you are really so special. I still really don’t understand why you liked me but that’s just me.”

She scooted over close and told me Siza had explained what I said to her the next morning. “I should have realized you were afraid. You are sweet in so many ways but I hope you realize I love you.” I was so touched. I looked at her and teared up again. I apologized like I was always do. She kissed me and said, “Let’s go find Siza.”

All we had for information was Siza’s name hoping to find someone who might know her whereabouts. We stopped at the old Northshore store and after asking and getting nothing we went outside and sat for a while. As folks came into the parking area we asked. When Linda asked she always got a better response. She may have been a haole but a really good looking one and that was magical compared with the sometimes stink eye I got.

Finally someone seemed to know something. They gave us some directions we hoped worked. It was a long shot but we followed the them as best we could, Linda asking when we saw somebody using her best local pidgin English and finally we saw the sign that said “Kapu” which meant keep out and the one referred to.

The drive up through the Banyan trees was so awesome, a dirt road winding up through the deep ravine. We kept going until we began to arrive at buildings, the typical plantation style, really nice plus livestock; it was farming. I drove up to what seemed like the main house and stopped. We both got out not knowing exactly where to go or ask. And finally we saw some life on the high porch so we called up for Siza by name.

It was her brother who got up from a chair and stood tall looking down at us. I knew him and I waved. So he started down the long stairs and as he got closer he just got taller, broader, but he wasn’t smiling. “Hi!, remember me?” “Yeah, I remember you.”

I didn’t know how he felt about me or about what happened with Siza and I. I hope he wasn’t pissed off. He still wasn’t smiling and I caught a glimpse of Linda and she wasn’t smiling. “I’m so sorry about what happened to the market. That broke my heart, horrible. We were so worried and wanted to talk to Siza, to make sure she’s okay, that you all are okay. I hope you know how much this means to us.

“You remember what I told you about Siza, that she is our sister and we watch out for her?” “Yes I remember.” “Well?” I hesitated standing in his shadow as he got closer and I said, “I’m still a virgin you know.” And I sure was glad I could honestly say that.

There were moments that went on forever in my mind and then suddenly he got a huge grin on his face and gave me an enormous bear hug lifting me off the ground. He laughed loud, it hurt my ears. He grabbed my hand reaching his other hand toward Linda and she gripped his as he gave both of us another big hug. “Welcome BRO! We are all fine. We’ll have some beers and then we’ll eat. Welcome - WELCOME! So glad you came.” I looked at Linda and the both of us looked both amazed and so relieved I’m sure yet not believing our luck.

“Oh, it’s really good to see you too,” I said.

He turned and pushed us up toward the long stairs and we all rose up into the house. This was like home coming.

We met family one after the other, again after the other, and they told us Siza was at the beach with cousins, would be back later and they had to tell each other all about her taking me to the Ala Moana beach. All of them cracked up, went on and on about the fishing lure so much some seemed to be studying my crotch. Linda was beside herself laughing as the beers were being passed around. She kept looking at me and covering her eyes. “I feel merely like a crotch and nothing more,” I said and that brought even more laughing.

I immediately offered to run to the store to get more beer and they just told me to mind my own business, laughing. I was their guest and not the other way around. They were getting ready to have a real luau in my honor. “What?” I couldn’t figure out why me? I hoped they weren’t going to pay some kind of homage to my penis, I mean fishing lure. This was monumental because Linda was so impressed just as I was with this instant Hawaiian hospitality.

Some time passed and so did the beers and I said, “I better slow down because I have to drive back.” “Oh bull-shit bro. You stay here tonight because you can drive back in the morning, you and Linda. We have lots of beds.” That sounded great, really, although we would have to get up early. Their family’s place was really something but far away and it would be fun to stay.

We went outside as the food was being prepared and they were all singing. The brothers wanted to see my truck and I told them about Dave setting me up so cheap plus a co-signed loan. “That Dave is a true hapa haole. We like that guy. He’s fun. We will take good care of him.” In the midst of all this I was told Siza was coming up the drive and I stood back to tell Linda she should go first to greet her.

“I’m afraid she will be upset with me.” “Of course you are,” said Linda, laughing.

A group of her cousins and she came to a stop in an old jalope like you saw around the island. It was like an old car stripped down for a dune buggy. They were always fun. They were all laughing and wondering what was going on with all the folks standing around. She didn’t know my truck so my whereabouts were not known to her. Linda walked out and Siza beamed smiling, leaped from the car and they hugged like the oldest of friends. She introduced Linda to her family as her hapa haole sister.

Siza was just chattering, talking, catching up as Linda pointed into the background toward me. Siza’s composure changed immediately. She got a serious look on her face. I just looked down and felt so bad. I knew she would be upset. I didn’t move a muscle. Then there was laughing. “HEY HAOLE! Wutzah mattuh you! Get the hell over here you. I got a score to settle you VIRGIN.”

She was yelling at me but she was her old self. “Come on, get over here. Whadduh you waiting for?”

I looked around at the others and they were all smiling and I’m sure the beer helped. So I shrugged my shoulders and walked which brought me about half way before she just ran and jumped on me to wrap her legs around giving me her airborne version of the bear hug her bother had. She kissed me on the lips and signalled for Linda to come so we all three could hug and I actually started crying because I couldn’t help it. “I’m SORRY.”

They both hugged me and kissed me and I was ashamed for crying but the moment jabbed me right to my core. I was in paradise with my angels, my very best friends.

There was no place on earth more happy at that moment. It was the beginning of a new relationship and I was adrift in love not caring about the past.

The party went on and I felt so rewarded and indebted to them all. I thanked and thanked them again and again and finally her brothers told me “HEY! Enough thanking. We like to thank too but it is all balanced out now. Enough!”

“O-kay.”

They told us all about the cultural center funding, the rebuilding of the market, all new and so much better. They were like royalty Hawaiian, somehow.

I felt small in their presence both because of their size and because they were like famous in the islands and the culture. “Wow.” I looked at Linda and I could see she was amazed too. We were being accepted. That was golden. I finally had made it, was kinda local after all.

That evening we were told about their history, about lots of things old Hawaiian and important. We all shared a toast, a celebration and then it was time for bed. “Okay,” looking at me, “You sleep with your pals tonight bro. By-m-by we will get up and have breakfast and then you go back. All is good only if you promise to come back and visit.” “Are you kidding? It will be an honor, the greatest, to come back out here. This is a moment in my lifetime. I will always treasure this, believe me.” “Okay lover boy and good night virgin.” They all laughed and we went our separate ways, me anticipating what I would do and where with “My Pals?”

Linda and Siza took me with them out to a little cabana place overlooking the ocean in the distance and we laid out on a large Futon kind of spread. They brought a bottle of something alcohol and we all had a nightcap together to talk things over.

This was all kind of embarrassing for me and they teased me for my usual apologies. Then they started tickling me and insisted I owed them a strip tease for not showing up that night. “Come on Haole. Take it all off, ALL OFF,” said Siza. I owed it to them so I tried my best to be sexy and they seemed to like it.

I took off everything but my underpants and then found a towel to wrap around me. I pulled down my pants and kicked them off before approaching real close to them. They were loving it, giggling, half drunk and I undid the towel to hold it in front of my penis as I turned around a bent over to stick my butt at them. Turned, I was busy masturbating for a hard-on. Then when I turned back around I used my stiff towel rack to drape the cloth over and let it hang. They were laughing so hard Linda said she was going to wet her pants.

Siza and I had a tug of war with the towel and she won jumping up to grab my erection. I stopped dead in my tracks as she really stimulated me. So I grabbed her, hugged tight and Linda was behind me groping so we were again one, a threesome.

I was disrobed entirely in the passionate struggle but they kept their clothes on. “There,” said Siza. “We just wanted to play with your thing a little and you can stay a virgin if you really think you have to.” “I don’t know if it’s fair. You have your clothes on.” “Oh shut up Haole. We’ll make it up to you. We miss your penis. But you? Well, maybe,” she laughed as they poked their hands all over me.

I gave a great sigh of relief telling them I was theirs and would remain theirs “as long as I can be a virgin? Somehow it seems like a strange arrangement now. I love being friends with you ... real friends. I love you. You know that! I hope we can always be true to each other. I treasure us. You know I’m sorry for running away from that night I was supposed to show up at Siza’s.” I stared at them waiting for a response. “You know I’m curious, afraid but want to know stuff.”

They smiled as they looked at one another and then took their clothes off tossing them away as if to make some kind of statement. It was time for warm bodies to play with me. My old taught skills were finally put to use and that was good. I made my best effort with my tongue in two vaginas side by side. That was awesome. I loved making them orgasm. Then I stopped to study them for a moment, my two beautiful friends.

“I have something I have to tell you, something I’ve sort of re-discovered while we were apart.

“Siza you’re my teacher and Linda her new student. I’ve made love to you different ways with my tongue and you’re so lovely. Siza has taught me how to do that. But I know now she isn’t my first teacher.” I paused for a response but they just kept quiet, waiting.

“Memories are oddly returning to me like a strange planned event. In my past I was just 18 years old when I worked at a dairy where I was used as livestock to have sex with six female persons who milked the herd. I know this is way too odd to hear.”

Again I waited for them to say something but they didn’t.

I wasn’t going to say anything but you are my best friends and I need to relate to someone. And making love with you now is causing these memories to get vivid. I can’t explain why. This just is what it is. But memories are unfolding like a story and I do know it’s a true story.”

I always so loved to see my ladies enjoy themselves, really, and I had a lot to show Linda because I had an excellent teacher right beside us who let me do her too. That was truly fun, side by side, ongoing.