Chapter 60: Football, Dance and dinner with Cindy.

Molly brought a tall glass of orange juice to my room and told me that Ned had already been to the kitchen asking if I was up yet. "He's raring to get started with the pool," she said, showing a mouthful of teeth with a wide grin. "Mr. Oldham and Suzanne are sleeping in late too," she added.

I laughed. It was only fifteen minutes past six on Saturday morning.

"There's a suit in my closet that's getting too small for me. It's a summer suit but you may as well take it now if you want. Your grandson might get some use out of it next summer," I said to Molly.

I sat down at my desk and opened my mother's letter while Molly looked through my clothes.

"Is it this tan one Mr. Sammy? It looks brand new."

"That's the one. I only wore it once," I said.

"What a shame," Molly lamented.

I agreed with her. "I didn't wear it until last Sunday but I put it to good use. It was an important date," I explained, thinking of how much I had enjoyed showing Cindy off at the club. She was radiant, dressed in white. I was pretty sure that no one noticed how my suit fit, a little tight around the chest and waist.

Molly thanked me for the suit as she left my room and I waved to her, too engrossed in my mother's letter to look up. The first paragraph was the usual, 'how are you? And I am fine, ' obligatory prelude to the main purpose of the letter. But the second paragraph caught my attention. She had purchased the small house that we had rented since I was six years old. How could this be? She didn't have that kind of money. Something was amiss.

The final paragraph was about Heather, how well she was doing and my mother's hope that my sister and I would stay in touch with each other. The strange thing about her wish was that I had not heard from Heather and wondered if she even had my address. I didn't have hers.

Alice's letter was crammed with advice, telling me that I was too young to take what had happened with Becky too seriously. She reminded me that I was in the eleventh grade and that I should be working hard in school and enjoying myself during my leisure time. She went on to say that the arrangement with Cindy sounded ideal.

The letter was brief and contained very little personal news although she did manage to say that she and Brenda were already looking forward to seeing me in the summer. She ended the letter with a short disturbing sentence. 'I'm so fucking busy that I don't have time to get laid.'

Ned was already working on closing the pool when I joined him. About an hour later Mr. Oldham, who apologized for sleeping late, joined us. Josh showed up in time to help us with the cover. The four of us stretched it over the remaining water in the pool and tied it down. All that was left to do was store the furniture and put our tools away. Mr. Oldham invited us to have breakfast with him and Suzanne. Josh looked skeptical, like he was concerned that having breakfast with Mr. Oldham would make us late getting to the Baldwin house but I assured him that we had plenty of time. I told him to call Jeannie and tell her we would be there by ten.

Molly gave us a choice of steak and eggs or eggs and steak. We told her how we wanted our eggs cooked before starting with small bowls of mixed fruits. There were also muffins, still warm from the oven and hash-brown potatoes. Mr. Oldham told Ned about the football game he had seen the day before and Josh chimed in with details that Mr. Oldham had neglected to mention. Suzanne suffered through the football talk only so long before interrupting.

"Has either of you gentlemen alerted Sammy to the upcoming schedule?" she asked, looking to Mr. Oldham and Ned for their answer. Ned spoke up to say that he hadn't seen me until this morning and Mr. Oldham admitted that he hadn't thought to say anything to me. "We have the eastern sales people coming in next weekend. Your involvement will be minimal, much like two years ago when you helped serve breakfast. You're welcome to have dinner with us at the hotel," he said.

Suzanne was talking but I was only half-listening. She suggested that I come to the hotel on Friday night but skip Saturday night because she knew that I wouldn't want to sit through more than one sales meeting. All I could think of was that the cottages would be occupied by the sales people and therefore off limits to me. "Of course you can bring Cindy if you want. And Ned, why don't you bring Penelope? There's plenty of room," Suzanne offered.

I didn't hear Ned's reaction to the invitation that he bring Penelope. My mind was occupied with the loss of the cottages for an entire weekend. Forming an alternate plan was paramount. "We're playing Dearborn next Friday," I said, absent-mindedly. Perhaps Josh and I could ride home with the Baldwins?

"I'll come to the game and bring you and Josh home," Ned assured me.

Suzanne dispensed more news. "We'll be on the west coast the following week."

"We're playing Oakdale High School at CMA," I said, thoughtfully as if I hadn't heard Suzanne say that they would be away. Secretly, I was rejoicing, thinking of the possibilities.

"I'll come to that game too," Ned said, speaking more to Mr. Oldham than to me.

"You'll be on your own but don't worry. Betsy or Molly will be here to prepare your meals and Ned's right next door," Mr. Oldham said in a consoling voice that made me wonder if he had forgotten that I was sixteen and could take care of myself.

"We'll have you and Cindy over for dinner on Saturday night," Ned offered.

I nodded my acceptance, grinning at Ned to show my thanks and hoping I was the only one in the room that heard my heart pounding with the anticipation. I couldn't wait to tell Cindy.

Mr. Baldwin was not nearly as particular about how his pool needed to be winterized as Ned had been and we were finished by twelve thirty. Had it not been for Cindy and Jeannie wanting to help we would have finished even sooner. But with them wearing cut-offs and halters it was hard to concentrate on the task. At one point I glanced at Cindy and caught her adjusting her top. She looked at her father to make sure he wasn't watching and winked at me, smiling timidly.

We were forced to stay for lunch, served on the patio. And although Josh and I had eaten a huge breakfast we were able to devour two sandwiches each, followed by narrow slivers of cheesecake.

Mrs. Baldwin insisted that the girls change into something more appropriate for tennis. They argued with her briefly before yielding to their mother's authority. When they reappeared later, carrying tennis rackets, it was obvious to me that they had merely slipped T-shirts on over the halters, which they would, no-doubt, be removed when we reached the courts.

"You go with Josh to get his racket. I'll go with Sammy and we'll meet at the courts," Cindy said to her sister when we were on the sidewalk in front of their house.

"No way, I know what you're up to," Jeannie snarled at her sister.

"Jeannie, we've talked about this. You know that Sammy and I need to spend some time together," Cindy said, showing more patience that I would have.

"I know what you're going to do together," Jeannie challenged. "I'm going to tell dad."

"Jeannie, you won't do that because you know what I'll do to you. We'll meet you at the courts later."

"How much later?" Jeannie asked, being persistent.

"Four o'clock," Cindy said.

"Then we get the cottage until five?"

Cindy looked at me. I nodded. Letting Jeannie and Josh be alone in one of the cottages was not to my liking but what choice did I have?

"Make it three-thirty and you've got a deal," Jeannie offered. Cindy looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. What could I say that would alter Jeannie's demands? Cindy told her sister the cottage was theirs at three-thirty and we took off running toward the Oldham house.

"Sammy, you don't need a racket," Cindy said when she saw that I was not veering off to the cottages.

"I've got to get the key. Wait for me at the cottages," I said, knowing I could run faster without her. Besides, I also needed to pick up some condoms from my room. Why hadn't I thought of these things when I left the house earlier?

Mr. Oldham and Suzanne were in his study but Molly was there, watching me enter the kitchen and walk brazenly into the pantry, tennis racket in hand. She looked up from her work and smiled. "Don't be late for dinner, Mr. Sammy. It's going to be scrumptious." I pocketed the key to the middle cottage and raised my racket in the air, signifying that I was off to play tennis in the cottages.

Cindy hopped on one foot like she needed to pee while I opened the cottage door. Once inside, she headed straight to the bedroom, kicking her shoes off as she went. I kicked mine off too as I followed her. She dropped her cut-offs to the floor, stripped the T-shirt over her head and turned for me to unfasten the halter.

"Did you lock the door?" she asked as she turned, found my belt buckle and lowered my pants.

"Yes," I said, my eyes fixed on her breasts. They looked firm, taut and inviting. She looked down, then back at me and smiled.

I was fishing in the pocket of my discarded shorts for a condom when I felt my shirt being lifted over my head. "You're nice and hard," she observed as she put her arms around my neck and kneaded my cock with her pelvis. My hands instinctively went to her ass, feeling the tight silk stretched across her butt.

"Push them down," she whispered and I complied. The next thing I knew she was turning down the bed covers and I was left holding a condom with my cock poking through the front of my boxers. She climbed onto the bed, turned and watched as I rolled the condom onto my cock. When I looked up again she was on her back with her legs spread, a curious smile on her lips.

I got between her legs and eased forward until our lips touched. Cindy's mouth twisted in a strange shape as she took my cock and slid it up and down her slit before pulling it toward her. I bottomed out on the second thrust. We didn't talk. All I heard was our grunts and the squeak of the bedsprings. It was not until I slowed down that I became aware that she was working as hard as me, meeting my every thrust, her hands on my back and her legs wrapped around my legs, pulling me into her. I also became aware that I was making grunting sounds too but otherwise, the cottage could have been burning and I would not have noticed. We were one, separated only by the slick coating of sweat that collected between our bellies.

"I'm coming," I announced when it became impossible to hold out longer. Aside from her arms and legs becoming slack there was no response from Cindy.

"I'm coming," I repeated. "Can you?" She nodded.

"I'm sorry," I said as I felt droplets of cum shoot into the rubber. Except for a tightening of her arms around me there was still no response from Cindy.

I tried to ease my weight off of her but her arms remained clasp tight around my back. She was having difficulty breathing and I became concerned. "Are you okay?" I asked and was rewarded with a faint smile.

"Never better," she whispered.

"You didn't come, did you?"

"Oh, Sammy. I had two nice ones and then a big one. Didn't you hear me? I'm sorry. I thought you heard me."

I lifted myself up so she could breathe freely. Her hair was matted and she was covered with sweat. "Don't pull out, not yet," she said in alarm. I remained suspended above her, feeling the walls of her pussy massage my cock. Eventually, my cock plopped free and she let me go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I returned to the bed she was in the same position, on her back with the legs spread wide. I got into the bed and lay on my side next to her.

"All last week I thought about doing it with you. Having your cock inside me is all I could think of. When we were dancing and I felt how hard you were I thought I would die if I couldn't have it. And then at dinner I was getting wet sitting next to you. I got wet again when we were talking on the phone."

"Did you think of me when you went to bed?"

She reddened. "You tell me first."

"I played with myself," I admitted.

"I hope you were thinking of me."

"Of course I was."

"Me too."

"Me too, what?"

"Oh, Sammy, don't tease me. You know what I mean."

"Did you touch yourself here?" I asked, touching the lips of her pussy and watching her for a reaction. Her eyes enlarged and her lips twisted into that same strange shape that I had seen before.

"Higher," she said, her voice a whisper.

"Here?" I asked my thumb rubbing her clit.

"Uh huh," she mumbled, adjusting her ass to take better advantage of the contact.

"Are you ready for some more?"

Her eyes brightened. My eyes followed hers down to my cock, which was coming to life. She rolled over on her side to face me. My cock was inches from her pussy. She took it in her hand and pulled me to her. We both watched as she slid the head of my cock up and down her slit. "Cindy, I'm not wearing a rubber," I warned her and felt her push the head of my cock inside her.