Chapter 26

Becky and Sean drove toward the rink, talking like old friends, instead of first time daters. They were both thinking almost the same thing. How comfortable they were, being together. A sharp right turn, onto the freeway, pushed Becky firmly toward Sean, and she let it happen. When she ended up against his side, he put an arm around her shoulder, and she reached up, to hold his hand in place, there.

"You're sure easy to be with, Becky. I wish the girls had suggested it, a lot sooner. I feel like I've known you a long time."

"I feel the same way, but the twins and I weren't that close. They're younger than I am, even though they seem older, than they are."

"There's a reason for that. Now that our father's gone, they'll have to grow up, even faster. They'll need a 'good friend', they can talk to."

"Maybe I'll be able to help out, there. I'll try, if you like. I really like them, even though we've never spent much time together."

"Dad was teaching them all the important things; unselfishness, generosity, empathy, sympathy; everything!"

"My Pop was teaching me, too, 'til the divorce. Then, Mom got custody, and we moved here, last year. I miss him a lot. Maybe, almost, as much as they miss their Dad."

"This is pretty heavy stuff, for a first date. Let's lighten up. Julie and Toni tell me, you don't date much. That's hard to believe, as pretty as you are. The guys around here must be blind."

"They all seem so young. When I was at home, before the divorce, I got used to staying home, with Mom and Pop."

"Julie and Toni don't date much, either. When I ask them why, they say the same thing, but they don't seem to want to date older guys, either."

"Well, it's a hassle, dating older guys. They want to go to bars, or night clubs, and I don't want to get in a hassle, with fake I.D.s, or any of that garbage. It's easier, to just stay home. I'll be eighteen, in about seven months, and that won't be a problem, anymore."

"That puts your birthday in February. What day?"

"The fourteenth. My Pop always called me 'his Valentine'.

"I can understand that."

"What?"

"You can be my Valentine, now, if you want. I'd like that."

"Maybe! But, I don't promise to be any Saint."

"Good. I much prefer sinners."

"Some sins are in the eye of the beholder, aren't they?"

"I thought that was beauty."

"Aren't some sins beautiful, to the sinners?"

"Becky, you're something else, but I like you anyway."

They arrived at the rink, in high spirits. Both thinking that, just maybe, they had found the right one, for them. Becky was a better skater, than Sean, but she stuck with him, and they were soon moving in smooth synch, around and around, to the sounds of the live organist. Conversation languished a little, with the noise of the wheels, and the organ volume high, to overcome it. At intermission, they decided they had been there long enough, and turned in their skates. As they walked toward the car, they put their arms around each other, as if they were still on the rink floor. Once in the car, Becky casually moved over to Sean's side, as if they had been dating for months. He turned his face to her, and she raised her mouth, for his kiss. They kissed deeply, until they had to come up for air.

"Whew! Where did that come from?"

"I don't know, Sean, but would you do it again, please."

He took her completely into his arms, and kissed her, as she wanted. Her response was enthusiastic, and prolonged. She placed one of his hands on her breast, and laid one of hers in his lap, near his groin. Near enough, to feel the heat of his erection, and the slight movement of his jeans, caused by its throbbing. Becky finally pulled back, a little.

"Start the car, Sean. It's too public here. We've got to go somewhere, and talk. I want you, but we have to talk first. I want to talk to you, more than anyone I've met, since my Pop moved away. Drive, Sean, drive!"

Sean started the car, and drove quickly to a deserted beach, he knew near-by. When they arrived, he got a blanket from the trunk, and they ducked under a chain, and wandered down the beach, beyond the reach of the parking lot lights. He spread the blanket, and settled down on it, pulling Becky down with him. They embraced, and kissed, for a long time, and then Becky pulled away, and turned, to lie on her back, with her head in his lap, against his throbbing prick. She took his hand, and laid it on her breast. Taking a deep breath, she launched into her tale.

"Sean, I've got to tell you this. When I'm done, you may not ever want to see me again. I've done something everybody would say is sinful, and disgusting. I don't think it is, but you'll, have to make up your mind. Before you do, I want to tell you, that I think I could fall permanently, and totally, in love with you, very quickly. Right now, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything, in my life. You've got to promise me though, that no matter what, you'll never tell a soul. Will you trust me enough to promise, now, before I tell you?"

"I hope you're going to say, what I think you are. In any case, I feel the same way about you. Over and above it all, I promise, to never say a word. Now go ahead. I'll shut up, and cross my fingers that I'm right."

"Kiss me once more, so I will remember it, if you hate me when I'm done."

She raised her head, to his lips, and they kissed, deep and long, before she relaxed back, in his lap and began:

"I matured early. My first period came when I was only twelve. My mom told Pop about it, I guess, cause a few months later, three or four, I think, while mom was away on a trip, he came to my room, naked, one night, and got into bed with me. I always slept naked, too. We talked for a while, lying naked, in each other's arms. My breasts hadn't started to swell, but they were already becoming sensitive to the touch. His arm around me placed his hand lying on my chest, which was aware of it there. In fact, my nipple swelled up, and was poking into his palm. I was aware of it, but didn't think he was. It was a pleasant sensation, and I didn't want it to end so, when he went to move his hand, I held it in place, with my own, and even kissed the back of it..."