Chapter 2

I helped Vicki to my bed and she asked for her purse. I thought, “Darn, she smokes, like all Kim’s friends.” She took a pain pill from the purse, for her broken ankle and arm.

“You don’t smoke?”

“No. Do you want me to try it?”

“I don’t like smoking, but most of Kim’s friends smoke.”

“I don’t like it either. It smells bad, and I heard it’s bad for you. And I’m not really her friend, I needed a favor.”

“I’m glad you don’t, and you’re not.” I leaned down and kissed her lightly, and she kissed me back.

I laid on the bed next to her and we kissed again. Both of us smiled. She didn’t have half her hair, but she still had her pretty smile. And her BOOBS! She asked, “You seemed really excited in the bathroom. Haven’t you seen a girl naked before?”

None that weren’t family members that made me queasy. “No.”

She got a big smile. “Then help me take off my top. I haven’t seen a man naked either.” She started getting red again, as I undressed. I got her clothes off, and we stared at each other quite a long time.

She laid on her side with her casts down. Her remaining hair covered the shaved part of her head and she was beautiful. Not just on the outside, but on the inside. I could tell she was a good person. I said, “You’re so pretty. Gorgeous!”

She chuckled and shook her head. “I’m a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing.”

“Then I’ll help you find them.” She gave me my first French kiss. She licked my lips and slowly moved her tongue into my mouth. I liked it very much. I followed her example, and we Frenched until our tongues got tired.

She said, “I think I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She felt my chest and my arm with her good arm, and I played with her boobs. We licked and sucked each other’s nipples, then went back to French kissing.

She said, “I’m really tired, but if you get a few more pillows and move me around, I can try doing that blowjob.”

“It’ll wait. Let’s just hold each other while we sleep.”

I did love her, and I didn’t mind waiting.

In the morning I woke before she did. I watched her sleeping a little, then made the only breakfast I could, other than cereal. When I brought it in, I saw she was starting to wake. “I hope you like pop tarts and boiled eggs?”

“Different, but that sounds ok.”

After we ate, I helped her to the bathroom again. I turned away as she started to pee, but she said; “I don’t mind if you watch, after last night.”

I was surprised how sexy it was, to see the urine coming out of her. She held my mostly erect penis and said, “I think you need to empty something too.”

She licked around the head and stroked my shaft. I hadn’t cum in nearly 24 hours. One day for a fifteen-year-old equals at least a week when you’re forty. I squirted into her mouth in under a minute. I held the wall, to keep from toppling over. “WOW, Vicki! That was SO GOOD! Thank you!”

She asked, “Do you want more?”

“YES! Please!”

When she finished the second time, I finally opened my eyes. I saw she had semen running down her cheeks and a little coming out her nose. I wiped her face with a washcloth, while trying hard not to laugh.

“Thank you! That was very, very good!”

I helped her back to bed and asked, “Would you like me to do something for you?”

“But I’m a virgin. I don’t want to have sex until I’m married. Or at least engaged and really in love.”

“I don’t have to fuck you to make you feel good. I can kiss and lick you too.” I educated her to three orgasms with my lips and tongue. I liked her flavor, tangy and salty, with a hint of sweetness.

She did her best to stay quiet, not that it mattered. At the end, she did get a little loud. “AAAAAGGGHHHHH! YES! KEVIN! OHMIGOD! That was great! So good!”

I washed up in the bathroom, then kissed her quite a while. I threw a blanket over us as we cuddled together nude on the couch watching tv. Dad didn’t seem to notice when he quickly walked in. He just said, “I need my golf stuff and my lucky hat. I’ll probably be playing ‘til after ten.”

He took his hat and clubs, but no golf balls. I knew the sun would go down about eight, and golf in the dark would be impossible. He was obviously going to see his girlfriend. I wondered why he even bothered lying anymore.

Vicki and I cuddled a little more, and did some sixty-nine before falling asleep. When I woke up, she was looking at me and crying quietly.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I love you so much! When we go back to school, there are lots of pretty girls. I’m afraid one of them will steal you from me.”

“Don’t worry, I love you too. Time for breakfast. Chocolate pop tarts, or strawberry?”

“Strawberry. And I mean it, I’m really worried! Please, don’t break up with me?”

I put our breakfast in the toaster and went to work with dad’s electric razor. I noticed he hadn’t come home. When I came out of the bathroom, the left side of my head was shaved bald. “See! Now we match!”

She laughed. “You’re crazy! But I love you!”

We enjoyed a lot more kisses and some more sixty-nine before her mom picked Vicki up that afternoon.

Our family was all together for supper that Sunday. Dad helped mom in the kitchen, as Kim and I waited at the table. I whispered to her, “It’s ok that you cheated me on our deal. I didn’t get a blowjob. I got SIX!”

Her only words to me that night were, “Your hair still looks stupid, dirty hornball.”

“I don’t care, I got SIX!”

Dad asked, “Six what?”

“Channel six, I think they have better movies.”

I left for school early each morning, so I could walk to Vicki’s house and carry her books for her. I carried two heavy backpacks, as she hobbled on her crutch. Kids started calling me Notre Dame, for the hunchback. We thought it was funny. We didn’t care what people thought, we were in love. After school, I would study in her room with her an hour or two, and ‘not-study’ for another two hours.

Vicki finally got her casts off, and her arm and leg were weak from atrophy. I went to the gym with her after school three times a week, and she started recovering nicely. After the gym, we would go to my house and sixty-nine on my bed a couple of times. On the other days, we wouldn’t be tired from the gym and usually got each other off three or four times at her house.

So far, it was the happiest time of my life. We agreed to go to the big fall dance in three months, go to a hotel after, and make love for the first time.

All was right with the world, until the minor car accident that changed my life, and Kim’s. Mom and dad went to a party. On the way home, dad rear-ended another car at slow speed. Nobody was hurt, and the damage was minor, but the undercover cop he hit was very unhappy. The test showed dad was at twice the legal alcohol limit. As the cop put the handcuffs on him, mom tried driving away and crashed into a fence. She was at nearly three times the limit.

Since both had been caught driving drunk before, the prosecutor gave them a choice. They could go to drug and alcohol rehab, or pay a big fine and sit in jail for six months. I had to move three hours away, to my grandmother’s house, while they were at the rehab facility.

When Kim found out, instead of going to grandma’s, she ran away. She would be eighteen in only three months. We were sure she would show up or call in a few days. We worried a lot, then a little less, then eventually we mostly forgot about her. We didn’t hear from her for years.

The day I moved to Grandma’s, I told Vicki what was going on and promised to call her every day. I would also write her every weekend. We kissed and hugged a long time before I left. My grandmother was over-the-top religious, and she learned from the mistakes my parents made. She didn’t think her grandchildren should be dating until we were at least 21, but she might settle for 19. She wouldn’t let me use the phone, so I could only write to Vicki. I sent her a letter every three days but didn’t get any back.

One of the most embarrassing days of my life was grandma walking into my room, just as I squirted into a sock. I was thinking about Vicki. Grandma slapped my face yelling, “You dirty little pervert!” She grounded me for two weeks. Other than being trapped in the garage naked, I had never been so ashamed.

Years later I found my letters to Vicki and the ones Vicki sent me, in a box in Grandma’s room. I turned sixteen, and my birthday party was a dried-out cupcake at a prayer meeting. I was NOT impressed.

Mom and dad would be out of rehab the day after the big dance, and after nearly a week of begging and pestering, I was finally able to convince grandma to let me go home a little bit early. My bus was delayed by traffic and I got home only an hour before the dance. I threw on my suit and grabbed a corsage for Vicki on the way to her house. The dance would start in twenty minutes, but her place was only three blocks from school.

As I turned the corner, I saw a limousine park across the street from her house. Vicki was on the front porch. A young man got out of the limo and walked up the steps twenty yards ahead of me. My heart sank, as I saw her kiss him on the cheek!

As she saw me, I said, “Vicki, I’m so sorry! Grandma wouldn’t let me call you! I still love you! I’m so sorry!”

She yelled at me, “HOW COULD YOU? I thought you DIED! That’s the only reason you stop talking to the person you really LOVE!”

The young man asked, “Do you two need a minute?”

“He’s not getting any more minutes from me!”

It broke my heart, when she turned to me and said, “Go away! I’m with Tom now.” She French kissed him, probably for the first time, judging by the surprised expression on his face.

I sadly trudged home and had my first experience with tequila and hangovers. When dad got home, he saw a nearly empty bottle and shouted; “WHO DRANK ALL OF MY...” He saw me laying on the hall floor, holding my pounding head. He changed his tone. “I’ll get you aspirin and some water. Tequila hangovers can be a real bitch.” He was absolutely right.

I saw Vicki in school nearly every day, and every time it killed me a little bit. I suffered through several months without her. Two other girls wanted to go out with me, but I was still heartbroken.

Months later it was Christmas season, and I was a depressed and lonely sixteen-year-old. Mom and dad still lived in the same house with me, but were mostly living separate lives. Mom would be working the holidays at the strip club, and dad was going to spend Christmas season with his new girlfriend and her son. She was only four years older than my sister!

Just before he left at lunch time on the 24th, dad told me my present would be at our house at four. A few minutes later, mom was closing the door on her way out and remembered; “Kevin, sorry I forgot. Your present is in our bedroom closet. Have fun and be sure to clean up any messes.”