Chapter 8

With everything else that had happened to me that day, seeing Maggie in all her glory sent me into a tailspin. Things actually went black inside my head for several seconds and then I blurted, "But you're supposed to be a virgin." Followed by, "Is this baby making day or something?"

I knew Maggie and George were dating. In fact, they had been exclusive since tenth grade. But I had never added sex into the equation. She was mine in my heart and her being that way with another guy wasn't something I dwelled on. She was always with me.

I thought about leaving, but found that I couldn't do anything but stand there with my eyes closed, shaking my head.

"Bob?" George squeezed my shoulder. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Milk and Pepsi," I mumbled.

"Oh, boy," they said together.

Mom had given me milk and Pepsi when I was a kid. As I grew older, I came to rely on it during times of extreme stress -- like Linus grabbing for his security in his blanket, I reached for mine in my milk and Pepsi.

When they were gone, I thought about one of the chairs, but decided to sit on the swing. I didn't think I could take seeing Maggie and George together on the swing anymore that day. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could bear to see them together on it, again -- ever. I knew for sure that I would never get her nude image out of my dreams. Her ripe melons with pink buds that I could almost taste. Her dark hair curling around her womanly treasures that I would give anything to sink my tongue into.

I dropped my hand to my twitching cock and groaned in distress. I was hard; so hard it was painful. Had Maggie seen me this way?

Heart pounding, I pulled off my clothes and ran out to the swimming pool that Leldon had refilled a couple of weeks earlier. Diving in, I began a set of heavy laps.

"What am I gonna' do?" I asked George as I followed him into the kitchen. I had dreamed about Bob seeing me naked, but to have it actually happen was something I hadn't ever thought about. And I was turned on. Bob, on the other hand, was asking for milk and Pepsi which he only did when he was really upset.

Taking me into his arms, he kissed my forehead. "Relax, Sweets. Things are okay."

"But he looked so awful."

"About as awful as I probably looked when I saw Rosie naked one time."

Rosie was his older sister. She was a senior in college.

"So you don't think there's been any permanent brain damage?"

Laughing, he brushed his lips against mine. "I don't think there's been brain damage of any kind, you pea goose. Now, get your clothes on while I fix his milk and Pepsi."

Five minutes later, he handed me Bob's mixed drink in a glass, and another can of Pepsi. "I'm gonna' go up to your room and watch TV."

"But --"

"Maggie, this is between the two of you. Now, go."

Sighing, I headed back out to the porch.

To say the least, I was a bit jarred seeing Bob's clothes tossed on the floor, but things fell quickly back in order when I heard sounds coming from the pool. Going over to the cabinet at the end of the porch, I opened the glass door and pulled out a big thick towel, which I wrapped around my neck. I whistled when I sat down on the edge of the water.

Bob did a couple of more laps before he climbed out to sit beside me.

I handed him the towel.

"Thanks," he said, without looking at me.

I watched as he wiped his face and hair and then placed the cloth over his legs. I then handed him his drink, which he gulped half of before sitting the glass between us.

"I'm still a virgin," I said after a few uncomfortable minuets had passed. "Or at least George has never put his penis inside me."

"You're beautiful," he said softly, still not looking at me.

Feeling tingly all over, I thanked him and took a drink of my Pepsi.

He sighed. "Amy kind of seduced me. She might be pregnant."

"Oh, Bob." I reached to touch his hand, but thought better of it. "What happened?"

"I think they're only using this to get what they want," he said when he finished about Amy. "I'll end up having to support eight kids and eight women. And it's your fault."

I sputtered. "My fault?"

"Yeah. You talked me into this hair-brained scheme."

I thought about knocking him into the middle of next week, but I realized that he had been through a lot and had been pushed to his last nerve. So, I took a deep breath, counted ten, and said, "I'm sorry. I should have known one of them, if not all of them, would pull something like this and covered it in the rules. I should have taken better care of you."

"It's --"

"Maggie!" Amy's scream could be heard into the next state. "Help!"