Chapter 20

There was a lot of cheering and carrying on in the locker room. Most of it was for me, but a lot of the guys who really know the game were congratulating Kaz. The coach came in and congratulated us on the game, then he did an odd thing. He stood next to me and held a football over his head. Then he said, “This is the game ball. Who do you guys think should get it?

There was a brief silence, and I grabbed the ball out of his hand, held it for a minute, and flipped it to Kaz. The guys all cheered and gathered around him. The coach looked at me and nodded his head. I got home and was relaxing when Bill called. “Hey, ya wanna go to a party?”

“Sure, when is it?”

“It’s tonight.”

“Tonight! Isn’t this kinda short notice? It’s too late for me to get a date.”

“Well, Uhh, that’s not a problem. My girlfriend, Candy, has a friend who would love to go with you.” Something smelled a little fishy about this, and I said, “C’mon Bill, what’s going on?”

“Well, OK, here’s the deal. She was supposed to go with another guy, but he bailed at the last minute, so I mentioned you to her. She said that she’s in your math class, and would really like to go with you. Her name’s Donna Crane.”

“Oh! I get it. She just needs a last-minute date for the party, right?”

“Hey! Count your blessings! Do you wanna go or not?”

I remembered Donna. She’s a pretty brunette who I’d seen around school. I’d never talked to her because she always hung around with seniors, and the word was that she had a steady boyfriend. But I guess not. It seems that my success on the football field was paying off, so I told Bill that I’d think about it. He gave me her number, and I said that I’d call her and call him back. I went in and talked to Amy. I said, “I’ve been invited to a party.” She closed her eyes for a minute, then she said, “Please go.” I said, “It’s with a girl.”

She smiled slightly and said, “I know, Pete. I’m actually kind of glad. I’ve been sort of dreading this moment, because I didn’t know how I would feel. But I’m OK. I want you to go on and have fun. If something is going to happen with us in the future, it’ll happen. I’ll be perfectly happy being your sister In the meantime.”

Donna apologized for recruiting me so late when I called her, but said that she’d been planning to talk with me for a while, and this would be a perfect time. I still figured that I was being conned, but I was flattered, and said I’d be glad to take her. She gave me her address, and I called Bill to let him know, yhen I grabbed a quick shower, put my ‘Cool’ leather jacket on, and drove to her house. She met me at the door and she looked great. She said that her folks were out for the evening, and maybe I could meet them when we got home later.

The party was in full swing when we got there. It was in a small guesthouse behind a big place not to far from where Ben lives. There were about twenty people jammed into the living room and the music was so loud that it could have peeled the wallpaper. There was a huge keg in the corner, several bottles of whisky on a table next to it, and a tub full of ice and soft drinks next to the table. It looked like most of the people had been there for a while, because there were a lot of half-empty glasses sitting around.

Everyone greeted Donna when we walked in, and a guy handed each of us a tall glass of something. I almost gagged when I tasted it. It must have been half whisky. I raised my eyebrows at Donna and she tasted it, grimaced, and set hers down. She said, “Let’s dance,” so we shouldered our way into the middle of the floor and tried to keep up with the music. It was a hard-rock tune, and Donna is one of those girls who doesn’t really dance, she erupts! Every part of her is moving, and they all seem to be going in different directions. She leaps and twirls, and just watching her is exhausting. It was warm in the room, and the song was a long one.

We were both perspiring by the time it ended and Donna picked up her drink and downed it in one gulp. I was thirsty too, and drank about half of mine. Bill and Candy were standing around talking, so we joined them. Bill asked what we were drinking and he fixed Donna another one when he saw that her glass was empty. We danced some more, had a few more drinks, and I remember that she was starting to look very good to me. There was a loud cheer all of a sudden, and we all looked at the door.

Gladys came in wearing a man’s shirt and a miniskirt. The shirt was tied under her boobs, and the top was open almost all the way. It looked like she was drunk, and you knew that any minute one of those big tits would fall out by the way she was stumbling around. Most of the guys were grinning at her and most of the girls were glaring. But I wasn’t interested in Gladys. I was getting more and more interested in Donna and she seemed to be interested in me. So she took me by the hand and led me toward a bedroom when I suggested that we go somewhere more private. The door was locked when we got there, so we went into the kitchen and sat down in the corner where it was dark.

We started kissing and fondling each other, and I was working up enough nerve to slide my hand under her blouse, when there was a banging noise, and someone nearby said, “C’mon outta there, I gotta take a leak.” It unmistakably was Gladys, and she was knocking on the door of the bathroom that was next to the kitchen. I tried to ignore her, but she kept it up. She finally yelled “Fuck You!” and staggered into the kitchen. It was dark where we were sitting, but she was outlined in the doorway.

She looked around for a minute, loudly belched, went to the refrigerator, and opened the door. She had a silly grin on her face when the light came on. Then she giggled and said “Fuck-em” and pulled out one of the crisper trays on the bottom. Donna and I stared wide-eyed as she turned around, pulled her panties down and peed into the crisper tray. She didn’t even close the door when she finished. She just pulled up her panties and went back into the living room. Donna and I watched the steam rising from the crisper tray for a minute, then we ran into the living room hysterically laughing.

We hadn’t been at the party long, but we had drunk a lot in a short time. I began to realize that I was getting woozy and one drink later, and I mentioned it to Donna. Her eyes were glassy when I looked at her, but she agreed with me and we went outside to clear our heads. It had been cool and overcast all day, and it had turned cold when we got outside, but we were both hot and sweaty, so it felt good. We started toward the end of the block and I saw that Donna was having difficulty walking, so I put my arm around her.

She could barely walk by the time we got to the corner, so we turned around and started back. We were halfway back when she collapsed against me. So I picked her up and carried her to my car. She was completely passed out by the time we got there, so I gingerly loaded her into the seat and buckled her in. I knew that I shouldn’t be driving, but I was worried about Donna, so I opened the windows to let the cold air into the car, and drove down side streets to a quiet part of town.

I kept glancing at her, watching her head flop from side to side when I turned corners, then I heard her stomach growl. I quickly pulled over and ran around to her side of the car and opened the door. Her stomach growled again and I could see her begin to retch, so I braced myself and held her head while she spit up a little. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and she seemed to settle down, so I wiped her mouth with a tissue and got back into the car. We hadn’t driven 50 feet when she exploded all over the front of her dress and onto the floor of my car! I was beside myself!

She was a mess, the car smelled awful, and I had to do something quick, so I found a closed gas station and pulled up next to a water hose. I pulled her out of the car, set her on the ground and leaned her against a gas pump. The whole front of her dress was covered with vomit, so I held my thumb over the end of the water hose and squirted her off. Then I did the same to the (thankfully vinyl) front seat of my car. There was a barrel full of used paper towels behind the station, so I used some of them to wipe the seat and clean the floor.

I was sober by this time, but I was scared. What was I going to do with her? I was standing there thinking, when she started retching again. Luckily for me she wasn’t in the car, but I couldn’t believe how much came out. I did the hose thing again after she finished. She was completely soaked by now, and it was getting colder. I began to worry about her catching pneumonia or something, so I frantically looked around for something to cover her with.

A moving company warehouse was directly across from the gas station, so I ran over and looked around, and I was delighted to find a discarded movers blanket. It was old, torn up, and pretty dirty, but it was dry, so I grabbed it and ran back and covered her with it. She was still passed out and her teeth were chattering when I lifted her back into my car.

I was thinking that I was in deep trouble, and wondering what I was going to do next as I drove away, when I heard another noise. It sounded like water running and I looked at her and watched the blanket turn dark, while urine ran out from under it onto the floor. This couldn’t be happening to me!!

I drove back to the gas station, threw more towels on the floor of the car, and ran back across the street to find another blanket, but there wasn’t any, so I just left her wrapped in the first one. I was really upset now, and I was driving along thinking that things couldn’t get worse when I left the gas station. I was wet and freezing cold, but I couldn’t close the windows and turn the heater on because the car smelled so bad that I was afraid I might throw up too.

Then there was a noise of her passing gas, and another smell filled the car. This was the final straw! I started cursing out the window, and I drove back to the gas station. I pulled her from the car and laid her on her back. Then I lifted her dress, held my breath, and pulled her panties off. Her pussy was right there in front of me, but I never even looked at it. (Well, maybe a little).

I began squirting her off with the full force of the hose, then I turned her over and did it a lot more. I didn’t even look to see if did a good job. I hosed the blanket off when I figured it was enough, wrapped her in it again, and put her back in the car. I was driving in a daze when she began to wake up. She looked around, then she looked at me. I don’t think she recognized me, but she said “I don’t feel good” and passed out again.

With nowhere else to go, I drove to her house and pulled up about a half block away. Her eyes were open and she seemed to be moving when I looked at her this time, so I asked her if she could walk. She kind of grunted yes, so we got out of the car and started walking up and down the street. I figured that maybe she would sober up a little if we walked long enough. She looked awful. She was still wrapped in the sopping wet blanket, her hair was sticking out at weird angles, and she was barefoot. I looked for her shoes, but I couldn’t find them, so we just continued walking.

We kept it up until she started shivering again, and I’d suddenly had all I could stand. I walked her to her front door, opened the screen, and tried the door. It was locked, so I pushed her against the front door and let the screen close against her, then I rang the doorbell a bunch of times, ran to the car as fast as I could, and drove away.

7:30 AM, Saturday morning

I’m almost finished with the car. I washed it in and out, the floor mats are hanging on the fence drying, and I’m putting Armor All on the seats, but I don’t feel good. My stomach is upset, my head hurts, I think that I may be coming down with a cold, and I’m worried about last night on top of all that. Are her folks going to want to kill me or have me arrested?

I got the car put together in time to get to the airport, and I watched a beautiful, smiling Sylvia come down the walkway. She was dressed in a business suit and she looked like a million dollars. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, and I was shocked and a little intimidated for a minute, but she ran up when she saw me and planted a huge wet one on me, and I suddenly felt a lot better. I threw her bags in the car and we started driving.

Burbank Airport is in the middle of a large manufacturing area that was once the home of the giant Lockheed Aircraft Company. Lockheed is mostly gone now, but there are still many smaller aircraft parts suppliers and manufacturers left. We made the rounds of several of them and I watched a very different Sylvia at work charming their salespeople. It seemed like every one of them would say that it was going to take a long time to fill her orders, but they would end up almost panting after a few words and smiles from her, and the delivery times would dramatically shrink. She had me stop in front of a large motorcycle dealer when that was finished.

We walked into the showroom and she asked for someone by name. A man came out of a private office and shook hands with her, and she introduced him to me as ‘Hugh’, an old friend. She said to me, “Herb and I decided to keep the bike at the house in La Paz, so you get to pick another one. Take a look around and find one you like.” It was a multi-brand dealer, and suddenly I was faced with a sea of shiny new motorcycles.

Sylvia said, “Take your time, and she and Hugh sat down and began talking. I was walking around looking at the bikes when there was a loud noise. A sleek looking bike pulled in, and a girl got off. She was dressed in shorts and a man’s shirt. The top buttons were undone, and two very large breasts were trying to jump out. She had a little ‘beanie’ helmet on, and long blond hair hung below it. She was on one knee, explaining something to one of the mechanics, and I went over to look at her bike. The bike was beautiful. It was jet-black, immaculate, and had lots of chrome.

She saw me looking at it and stood up when I got close. She’s nearly as tall as I am, and has kind of a raw-boned look about her, but those great tits were pointing right at me, and it took a lot of will power to tear my eyes away from them and look at her face. She took her helmet off, shook her head, and a mane of blond hair fell nearly to her waist. She then smiled at me and said, “Well, what do you think of the bike?” I said, “It’s really pretty, what kind is it?”

She went into a long description. Most of which was over my head, but it gave me a chance to look at her. She wasn’t very pretty, but her long hair and those great tits made an attractive picture, especially when she turned slightly and I could see both cheeks of her butt hanging below her very short, shorts.

I suddenly realized she had quit talking, and was looking at me with an amused expression on her face. She said, “See something you like?” Thinking fast, I said, “I, uhh was just wondering how safe it is riding a bike in those kind of clothes.

“Well, it’s not safe at all, but I don’t intend to fall down.” Then she winked and said, “But we can go for a ride if you want to, and you can wrap your arms around me to keep me safe.” I was flustered, and I was trying to think of something to say, when Sylvia and Hugh walked up next to us. Sylvia said, “Hugh tells me that you can’t get a motorcycle license in California unless you take a rider’s course. Why don’t you hold off deciding which bike you want until you get your license? The course starts in two weeks. It’s a two day course held on Saturday and Sunday, and you’re going to need a helmet.”

We tried some helmets on, and I picked one out. We were walking toward my car, when a voice from over my shoulder said, “Don’t forget that ride!” I looked back and the blonde was staring at both Sylvia and me. The blonde gave Sylvia a dirty look when she looked at her. Sylvia said, “What’s that all about?” I shook my head and shrugged, and we drove back to my house.

Mom hugged Sylvia hello when we got to the house, then she shocked me a little by pointing to the two girls, and said, “These are our daughters, Erin and Amy.” It must have surprised Amy too, because she stared at Mom for a minute, before shaking hands with Sylvia. We all sat and talked for a while, then Dad left the table. He came out in his uniform carrying his suitcase a few minutes later. He said that he was leaving on a two day run, and asked me to walk him to the car. He said, “Amy’s doing better every day, but be gentle with her,” when we got there. He drove off just as Bill pulled up.

Bill said, “Hey man, what happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“You guys disappeared. Donna’s dad answered and said she was sick when Candy called her this morning.”

“Did Candy say that Donna’s dad sounded angry?”

“I don’t think so, he told Candy that Donna was in bed when they got home. Why do you ask?”

Thinking fast, I said, “Well, uhh, she said she was coming down with a cold, so I took her home. She slipped and tore her dress when she was getting out of the car.”

“Gee, I’m sorry it didn’t work out. Candy told me that she was a hot chick, and I figured that you were gonna get lucky.” I thought to myself, “I did get lucky! She apparently was able to get into the house before her folks got home.” Bill had to leave, and I went into the house. Mom and Sylvia were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, so I sat down with them.

Their conversation seemed serious, and Sylvia was saying, “I don’t know what’s going on with Kate, but she seems different every time I talk to her. She’s more excited then I ever remember one time, she seems vacant, and wants to hang up right away the next time. Mom said, “Do you think she’s ill?”

“I don’t know. She says that everything is OK every time I ask her, but I know that it isn’t, but let’s change the subject for a minute. I’m on a business trip, so this is on the company expense account. How about I take everyone out for dinner tonight?” Mom called Erin and Amy into the kitchen, and we all said that it was a great idea, so Sylvia said that she would make the arrangements. Then Mom pulled me aside and said, “We’re going to a nice place tonight. Erin, Sylvia, and I are going in our car, and I want you and Amy to follow us in your car. I want you to be on your best behavior tonight, because I want this to be very special to Amy. She’s starting a new life, and she’s still a little frightened.” I told her that I would.

I had some time before I had to get ready, but I was still worried about what happened with Donna last night, so I called her. She sounded awful when she picked up the phone. She said ‘Hello’ In a weak voice.

“Hi, it’s Pete. How are you feeling?”

“I have a terrible cold. How about you?”

“I’m OK.”

“Uhh, Pete, did we, uhh, do anything last night?”

Even though I knew what she meant, I said, “What do you mean?”

“Uhh, we didn’t, like, Um, have sex or anything, did we?”

Thinking fast, I said, “Gosh no, Donna. You disappeared during the party and I went looking for you. You were sitting on the lawn next door under the sprinklers when I found you, so I wrapped you in and old blanket and took you home.”

“Did you see my shoes, or, uhh, like anything else?”