Chapter 15: Margaret's edification

Things did not go as I had anticipated they would. I still had the key to the middle cottage that Alice and I had used for the dance lesson in my pocket; I planned to take Margaret there and see what would happen. She had suggested we could go for a walk and just hang out. This, she said, was Paula's suggestion. I wondered what else Paula had put her up to. Margaret also said we didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to. That made me wonder if she was getting cold feet about 'doing anything, ' together?

We met at the tennis courts as planned. Margaret arrived soon after me and when I heard her approach I turned the light from my flashlight on her to make sure Pinky or someone else wasn't sneaking up on me. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a dark colored jacket with a hood covering her head.

"Where's Paula?" I asked, secretly glad that she wasn't there.

"She went to the party. I don't see why we can't go too," Margaret said in a whiney tone that I found annoying.

She came near me. I turned off the flashlight and we stood motionless looking for some sign from the other. It seemed strange to be near her and not dancing because those were the only times we had talked before. "Would you like to dance," I asked, reaching out to draw her to me.

"What are you doing?" Margaret asked, looking around nervously. I guess she found it strange for us to be alone on a dark night too. The nearest streetlight was some distance away. I took her hand in mine and started to walk toward the cottages.

"Where are we going?" She sounded scared. I wondered if she was having second thoughts about meeting me like this, being alone with me in a place that was not familiar to her. She kept looking behind us.

"We're going for a walk," I said. For some reason, that I couldn't explain, I wanted to move away from the tennis courts. There was some movement behind us and I knew we were not alone. Margaret held back.

"Wait," a voice came out of the darkness. It was Paula.

"I thought you went to the party," I said as she came toward us. I shined my light on her and saw that she was dressed much like Margaret, jeans, sneakers and a dark jacket.

"I came back for you guys. It's just over on the next street. There are a lot of cool people already there. Come on," she said beckoning for us to follow her in the other direction.

"I told you I'm not going. If Margaret wants to go she can but I'm not going to go against my uncle's orders."

"You are such a sad little boy Sammy Oldham. Don't you want to have fun?" Paula said, her voice dripping with superciliousness. I released Margaret's hand and repeated myself to her in a whisper, "Go to the party with her if you want but I'm not going."

"We're going for a walk," Margaret said to Paula, placing her hand back in mine and bumping her body into me to show her solidarity with my wishes. I put my arm around her to demonstrate my support for the stand she was taking. We started walking away, not looking back.

"Where are you going? You can't do anything out here in the dark. Come to the party. There will be rooms there," Paula was pleading now but not moving from her spot. I took off running, dragging Margaret along with me. We heard Paula fussing about something but she sounded like she was in the same spot, not following us. When we got to the cottages Margaret was out of breath. I let her rest while I peeped around the corner of one of the cottages to see if Paula had followed us. I didn't see her.

I dug the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door to the middle cottage. "What are you doing?" Margaret sounded nervous. I turned on my flashlight and shined it inside the cottage to show her that it was safe. But this didn't convince her; she balked at going inside.

"I thought you wanted to fool around with me," I said, reminding her of what she had been eluding to at both school dances the week before.

"I was talking about the backseat of a car with someone else driving," she argued. "There's no one here but you and me."

I was incredulous. The same young lady who had spoken with such pluckiness while dancing was differentiating between a comfortable cottage and the backseat of a car because the cottage had no driver.

"Do you want me to walk you home Margaret?" I didn't know where Paula lived and wondered if Margaret could even find the Augustine house.

"I don't know," she said and I believed her. She didn't know what she wanted. Paula helped her decide.

"Don't you want to fool around with him? That's all you've been talking about? Let's go inside," Paula said, making Margaret jump into my arms in fright ... I don't know how long she had been standing in the shrubbery but Paula had the situation scoped out. Convincing Margaret to go inside was simple. Paula was the driver of the car, or in this case, the cottage.

They grumbled when I wouldn't turn on the electric lights. I explained that I didn't want to attract attention and let people know we were there. I flashed my light around so they could get an idea of the layout. I guided them to one of the bedrooms and we all got comfortable on the bed. We sat in a circle in the dark, taking turns illuminating the room to make sure no ghosts had joined us. Paula initiated the first contact.

"Let him kiss you," she said, speaking to Margaret. She shined the light in the younger girl's eyes, making her put her hand up to shield them. Margaret didn't show any signs of following Paula's suggestion so I leaned over and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.

"That's not how you do it," Paula said as she pushed me onto my back and branded my lips with hers, surprising me with a darting tongue. I didn't return the kiss and this pissed her off. "You're such a little boy Oldham," she said, her words spitting spitefulness. I laughed at her, which made her even madder. She got off the bed and left the room. Margaret and I sat there looking at each other in disbelief. I reached out and pulled her to me.

"I'm not going to go all the way," she said but when I kissed her she responded eagerly.

We necked in the dark for a time, and I maneuvered our bodies around so we were laying head to foot on the bed. I could tell this was not the first time she had been kissed. She really got into it, and when I unzipped her jacket she voiced no objection. I felt her breasts under two layers of clothing, possibly three, counting the sweater over the shirt and bra. I pressed my tongue to her lips and they opened. I remembered Jarvis talking about French kissing and apparently Margaret had heard about it too because her tongue met mine head-on and we got acquainted, really well.

I made the mistake of suggesting that we get under the covers. It was chilly in the room and I wanted us to take off our jackets and possibly more. "I told you I'm not going all the way," Margaret said with such conviction that it not only broke the spell, it brought Paula back into the room.

"What did you do to her?" Paula said to me, accusingly.

"He wants me to get under the covers," Margaret explained to her friend like my suggestion violated her deepest convictions.

"Margaret, I don't understand you sometimes. You have a perfect chance to be with a boy and you're blowing it. This place is better that one of the upstairs rooms at the party because you won't be disturbed unless you want to be. And I'm here to see that he doesn't go farther than you want him to. Get under the covers with him and enjoy yourself, okay?"

Paula's speech made sense to me. I didn't like having her here listening and possibly watching us, but she was right about it being a perfect chance for Margaret to be with a boy. Margaret was not as convinced as me. She had moved a safe distance away from me, not out of my reach, but we were no longer touching either. "I don't know what I want," she said.

Paula, always the mediator, offered a compromise that was agreeable to Margaret, but which I found objectionable. "We'll all get under the covers together. If he does something you don't like I'll be right here to stop him," she said, showing us her willingness to act as chaperone by removing her jacket and shoes.

Margaret and I were looking in the direction of Paula shedding her clothes. We could hear her and could tell what she was doing, but we couldn't be sure if she was slipping the sweater over her head or pulling her jeans down. While I disapproved of how she had taken control I was content to let her. If I objected to her methods it would make me look un-venturesome and possibly convince Margaret that I was less daring than she wanted me to be.

When Paula ordered us to follow her lead I complied. I got off the bed, took off my jacket, shoes and pants and got back into the bed, between the sheets. Margaret was still on top of the covers.

"Move over," I heard Paula say as I felt her bare legs rub against mine. I couldn't move very far with Margaret still on top of the covers. As Paula settled in next to me I felt her socks, heavy woolen knee-high things, and I also felt her bare mid-section. Knowing that she was dressed only in her socks, panties and bra sent a tingle through my stomach and down to the tip of my cock, where the tingling increased.

"You still have your sweater on," Paula said, sounding like one of the instructors at school when they were handing out a demerit.