Chapter 69: Apology Produces Pleasant Result

Josh called early on Saturday morning to see if he could study with me for end-of-quarter exams. I found a second chair and we shared my desk. After reviewing each of his subjects with him I concluded that he was well prepared. After lunch I dismissed him, saying that I needed to spend the afternoon studying for my own exams.

Cindy called three times, wanting to make sure I was prepared to apologize to her father. "I've got it," I said. "Aren't you boning up for your exams?"

"I'll do that tomorrow, after I know you and my dad are on good terms again," she said.

Marcy's suggestion for me to make the first move worked. Cindy had paved the path for me by telling her father that I was going to apologize and Mrs. Baldwin was there to make sure it went smoothly. Jeannie looked on, being very supportive.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said as I extended my hand to Mr. Baldwin.

What could he say in response? I didn't specify what I was apologizing for because I was following Cindy's instructions. 'Just tell him you're sorry, ' she had said. I wasn't sure why I was apologizing. It wasn't because I had fucked his daughter. If I was sorry for anything it was that my actions had caused worry and concern among the family. That was my fault and it should never have happened. I was also sorry that my taking of Jeannie's virginity had become public. But it was not my fault that students from both schools had become aware of my failure to wear a condom and therefore expose Jeannie to the possibility of becoming pregnant.

Mr. Baldwin rose from his chair and took my hand, accepting my apology. We stood there smiling at each other and shaking hands, both glad to end the hostilities between us. What could he say? 'I know you had sex with my youngest daughter but don't do it any more? I know that you're fucking my middle daughter. Have fun?'

"Ready to go?" I asked Cindy.

"What time will you be home?" Mr. Baldwin asked his daughter. She looked at me.

"Midnight?" I asked and he nodded his okay.

"Congratulations on getting your driver's license, Sammy," Mrs. Baldwin said. "Does that mean I can reclaim my car for my own use?"

I smiled at her and nodded. The family came to the door to see us off. I helped Cindy into the passenger's seat, ran around, started the car and drove around the corner before I stopped and turned to her. We hugged and laughed about what had just happened. I hadn't given a reason for being sorry and he hadn't needed one.

We entered the back door of the Oldham house and chatted with Suzanne and Mr. Oldham for a few minutes before I suggested that we go up to my room. Suzanne, being her feisty self, told us to have a good time. Mr. Oldham didn't say anything. Spending the evening in my room instead of turning up the heat in one of the cottages was the sensible thing to do.

We took our time removing our clothes. In fact, we carried on a casual conversation about what was happening at school until I was lowering her panties and noticed that she had trimmed her pubic hair. I made an exaggerated sound of taking in air and she giggled at my reaction to her neatly trimmed pussy. "Do you like it?" she asked.

After our night of exhausting passion the evening before, we were contented to attend to each other's needs. We took our time, enjoying slow and relaxed lovemaking.

Cindy told me that she had only played a small part in softening up her father. "Jessica talked with mom and reasoned with her that you're being Jeannie's first time was much better than having her lose it in the back seat of a car with someone less experienced. Mom agreed with her and began working on dad. My part was to confess that it was my idea and you were merely doing your part to please me. Jeannie didn't say anything directly to him but we made sure dad overheard us talking. She thanked me for letting you make her a woman."

"I hope she didn't put it that way. I hope she didn't say 'thanks for letting Sammy make me a woman, '" I said, incredulous.

"Actually the way she put it was cruder than that," Cindy said. "Dad's still not okay with it but at least I'm not grounded any more. Aren't you happy about that?"

I was overjoyed that she was no longer grounded and I showed her how happy I was. Then she went to work on me about Lester, pleading with me to relax my insistence that he dunk his head in a toilet and flush it three times. Her argument was sound. "You've proven something to your mates; you held your temper and they know you're not crazy. You're better than him; forget him. What if you get into trouble and have to stay at school next weekend? Think of us. Think of how dreadful it would be if we were separated. Do it for me, okay?"

A female has enormous power over a male, especially when she is responsive to his touch. I moved my hand over her knee and felt her legs open when I touched her inner thigh. "Okay," I said.

"Oh Sammy, you make me so happy," she said as she found my cock and pulled me to her.

Mrs. Ford was talkative as she drove us to school on Sunday afternoon. She wanted to know all about how end-of-quarter finals were conducted, how long we got for each exam and when class standings would be posted. We had been over this before; I believe she just wanted to show me that she no longer blamed me for her little boy losing his virginity before his fourteenths birthday. She had learned that it was Cindy's idea to 'keep Josh busy, ' while I took Jeannie upstairs to 'see Becky's picture.'

Josh saw through his mother's attempt to appease me too. "Mom, I told you how it's done. We have one test each day. They allow two hours but it doesn't take that long if you know the material. Isn't that right, Sir?"

I agreed with him. "That's right, Josh. The class standings will be posted next week, seniors first and freshman last. We won't know how Josh made out until a week from Thursday," I informed Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Ford admitted that she was just nervous and I tried to assure her that Josh would do fine. I was sincere about this. I wanted Josh to do well, as long as Eddie did a little better.

I assumed Josh hadn't told his mother about my feud with Lester; nothing had been said in the car. "Tonight's the night," Josh said to me on our way up the stairs. I knew he was talking about Lester dunking his head in a toilet.

"I'm going to let him off easy," I confided, without saying that I was bowing to Cindy's wishes.

Josh didn't comment. I got the impression he was disappointed, probably thinking that I had chickened out. He didn't understand the clout a naked female could wield.

The room was in a state of uproar as was Sunday evening formation. Colonel Travis had to warn us to stop whispering in ranks. But he seemed to know that every cadet in the school was keyed up in anticipation of Lester taking his punishment. For once the Colonel let needless chatter slide and we got through the formation without any demerits being assessed. His announcements were restricted to things we already knew, mainly the next day's exam schedule.

Room Leader Laredo was not as patient as the Colonel. "What's funny, Cadet?" he asked Sherman who was disturbing the room with his laughter.

"Foster said he took a big nasty crap in the first toilet and didn't flush," Sherman explained, having stopped laughing.

Everyone looked at Lester but there was no reaction from him. He had his head buried in a book. I considered telling him he was off the hook but decided to wait until nearer the designated time, nine- forty-five.

Considering we were to have our first test the next day, not much studying was done. By nine-thirty we heard movement in the hallway. It was apparent that Cadets from the two other floors were assembling to get a good view of Lester's torture. By nine-forty, the jeers and catcalls coming from the hall were making it impossible to study. At nine- forty-five, everyone had exited our room except Orlando, Lester and me.

Lester got up, removed his clothes and left the room without a word being exchanged. Orlando and I sat there looking at each other.

"I was going to call it off," I offered.

"Why didn't you?"

"I don't know. Cindy's going to be pissed."

It sounded like a stampede in the hall. A few minutes later we heard whistles blowing and two instructors ordering cadets back to their rooms. According to Eddie, there were over one hundred cadets in the hallway and inside the restroom. A narrow isle had to be opened for Lester to walk through. He walked to the first stall, got down on his knees and stuck his head in the bowl. There was a cheer after each flush but by the third flush the crowd was beginning to disperse.

Lester didn't return to the room until early the next morning when he came back to get dressed. I tried to talk to him but he wasn't interested in what I had to say. It is probably just as well because he wouldn't have wanted to hear that I had changed my mind about him going through with the penalty. End-of-quarter exams were all anyone had time to think about and Lester's ordeal was soon forgotten.

We lost the Oakdale game nineteen to six. Mr. Oldham and Suzanne rode in the backseat on the way home and Cindy rode up front with me. We talked about exams week but nothing was said about Lester's penalty. She stayed for dinner and helped Suzanne with the dishes while I kept my appointment with Dr. Koskowski. I drove Mr. Oldham's car to the doctor's house so I could be home five minutes after the session ended.

I told Dr. Koskowski about Cindy making me promise to release Lester from his penalty and how I found it impossible to speak at the appropriate time. I was disappointed with myself for letting him go through with it. The doctor was noncommittal about my inability to stop Lester but she said she would like to meet Cindy. I mentioned that Cindy was waiting for me at home and that I was not looking forward to telling her about my inability to tell Lester he didn't have to go through with the penalty.

When I got home we went upstairs and it was a repeat of the week before. We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough and we argued about which one had missed the other the most. I confessed that I had let Lester take his punishment and was surprised to learn that Cindy already knew what happened. I told her I expected her to be pissed that I had not kept my promise but she said she it was okay. "From what I heard the whole school was there to see if he actually went through with it but you stayed in your room. That shows that you didn't care if he really did it or not."

I was more convinced than ever that I was in love with her but I didn't say anything. I knew she liked being with me and that was enough. She insisted that I take her home at ten p.m., saying that was the time she had agreed upon with her parents. "Tomorrow night I can stay out until midnight," she said.

"What do you want to do tomorrow night?" I asked, thinking we would see a movie or even go to one of the neighborhood parties we had heard about.

She looked at me like I had three heads. "Are you kidding? What do you think I want to do?"

I spent most of the morning reading and answering mail. Trisha wrote that she had found her vocation. She was committed to Jeff and photography. "He's going to be a journalist and I'm going to follow him around the world with my camera." She went on to say that she had heard nothing from Becky.

I knew Alice was trying to make me feel better about my self. She wrote that everyone should see a shrink and that I should feel lucky that Mr. Oldham cared enough to send me to one. She said she was acquainted with Dr. Koskowski but didn't say how they knew each other.

Dear Sammy,

Thank you for the wonderful wedding gift. It was very thoughtful of you. We bought dishes and drapes for the apartment. I can't tell you how much we needed both items. Every time I set the table or look at the front window I think of you, my favorite brother.

What got into mom? Why did she buy the house? Where did she get the money? Oh well, she always was a little flakey.

Love always,

Heather.

P.S. I just felt the baby kick. If he's a boy I'm going to name him Sammy after by favorite brother.

Cindy called twice, once to tell me she and Jeannie were going shopping and once to find out what she should wear that night. "You don't have to wear anything. We're going to be alone tonight because Mr. Oldham and Suzanne are having dinner with a business acquaintance," I answered.