Chapter 20

We picked up Brenda a little before ten, and it was already getting hot outside. Brenda seemed happy to see me, but she started right in about wanting us to practice together in the afternoon too. I didn't want to get into a big argument about it, so I said that we would wait and see how the morning practice went, and then decide. We practiced for a little over an hour before I stopped playing. Brenda wasn't ready to stop, arguing that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt either of us. I didn't argue with her. Instead, I went and put my racquet away and waited for her in the bleachers. It took about five minutes, but, when she realized I wasn't going to be moved by her pleas to continue practicing with her, she too packed up. We went to the clubhouse to shower and change into our swimming clothes.

The pool was great. We actually talked about a lot of things that had nothing to do with tennis. We played together under the water too, not sexually, at least not in the feeling up way, but we both reached out just to touch the other. At one point, we were sitting together on the stairs at the shallow end of the pool, and seeing how close together we could sit, from shoulder to toes. I had missed Brenda, even though I'd seen her most days, it was never for long, and it was always while she was doing something else.

At lunch, we sat in a corner and had steak sandwiches. We talked about it being only another month before school started. There was only six months difference in our ages, but being a year behind me in school meant I'd be in high school, and Brenda would still be in junior high. That was a big difference, and we both knew it. In the summer, it didn't matter too much, but it would again when school started back up. For some reason, Brenda had gotten seriously worried about Claudia being after me, like she thought I would be unable to resist her or something. I had kidded around with Brenda about it in the past, but it had only been me kidding. Claudia was cute, and sexy, but I didn't like the way she flirted with all the boys, or her seeming willingness to spread her charms around with a multitude of different partners. I really was only interested in Brenda, and I tried to make her understand that.

"When school starts you'll see Claudia everyday, and all those other girls too."

"So? I can see a lot of them right here at the club. Most of them are your friends too."

"My mother says I should wait until next year before having a serious relationship with you."

"She said serious relationship?"

"Yes. Isn't what we have, serious?"

"It is for me, but I'm surprised your mother encourages you to think that way."

"If it was up to mother, I'd get married as soon as I found the right guy. She's the one who always tells me that the right guy doesn't come around that often. Of course, she really likes you, Kenny. She says that you have it all."

"What all?"

"Looks and money, plus, she said that Mrs. Parsons told her you were very smart. My father is smart, and he used to look a lot better before he gained so much weight. My mother said he was the best looking boy in high school, and the best athlete too. Richard is good looking too, don't you think?"

"I guess. His attitude is his big problem, plus, he likes being a jerk and a bully. I told you I don't have any money. You keep saying that I'm rich, but I'm not. Is Ron rich?"

"Ron Taylor? I don't know. His father's a doctor though. Ron's twelve years old. You aren't jealous of Ron?" Brenda was smiling at me, ready to laugh at me if I admitted that I was jealous.

"I'm not jealous, but I was wondering if he was rich too, besides being such a good tennis player?"

"If you aren't jealous, why were you wondering?"

"Bea is looking for someone new to teach, and I just thought if Ron's family is rich, maybe they could afford to hire her to teach him."

"He's twelve. I don't think he even started liking girls yet. You know who would like Bea to teach him, I bet? Darryl Kingsley. He's the boy I was talking to in the pool the other day? He said some weird things to me and I told him to go away. I bet he just doesn't know anything about girls. His mother is rich, I know that. I think his father is either divorced from them or else dead. Do you want me to ask him?"

"Brenda, I was just kidding you. Bea's leaving soon anyway. She thinks she wants to go to California. Probably next month sometime. How come you don't like Darryl, if his mother is so rich?"

"I never said I didn't like him. Sometimes he acts like Richard does, and I don't like that. Claudia did it with Darryl too. She said he wasn't as bad at it as Richard was, but he was too nervous about someone catching them. You know what else she told me?" I shook my head no, that I didn't know. "She said she thinks one of the two employees that turned Richard and her in before was a guy she did it with before. She said he's nineteen years old, and he was the best one she did it with so far. That's what she said too, so far."

"She's only fifteen years old, and she already did it with seven boys, that's a lot." Brenda laughed.

"Eight boys."

"You said seven."

"I know, but I talked to her again last night, and now it's up to eight."

Brenda seemed to have a pretty accepting attitude towards Claudia's wildness, and I was pretty sure I didn't like that. When I first met her, she had told me that the two of them used to be friends before Claudia had gotten so boy crazy. I didn't like her talking to Claudia so much now, or the topic of their conversation either. I wondered how much Brenda was telling Claudia about what we were doing.

"Do you tell Claudia about the things we've done?" She looked at me, then dipped one of her French fries in catsup before putting it into her mouth. I could already tell that she had, just from the way she did that. I waited for her to speak.

"I told her what we've done so far, but we haven't done that much yet. She tells me I should just go ahead and do it with you. She said I was making a mistake to hold off and wait. That's her way though, not mine. Don't start thinking that I'm like she is, or else you're going to be very disappointed."

"No, don't start being like she is, or then I will be very disappointed. Do you think that's who I want you to be like, Claudia? She's the last person I want you to be like, unless it was Bea."

"Claudia's mother put her on birth control. She takes a little pill every day to make sure she doesn't get pregnant. I bet you'd like me to ask my mother to put me on it too." Brenda smiled at me, like she was flirting with me. I wondered if she was trying to find out if I did want that. Did I want her to take the pill? I didn't even know they had pills like that until Bea told me about them. I hadn't thought about that for Brenda. I didn't even know if we were going to do it soon, or whether it was going to be something for a lot later. If we did start doing it, I wouldn't want to make her pregnant. If I told her to get the pills, and then her mother got them for her, would she tell Mr. Connor about it? I didn't like thinking about that happening.

"Do you think you're going to need to be on them anytime soon?" I had to smile too when I asked her. There was something about discussing something as grown up as needing birth control that made me feel different about myself, older maybe.

"Not soon, soon, but Claudia said it also helped make her periods more regular. Mine aren't regular, and if I got the pill, Claudia says they would be. She says it takes a whole month before they start working against getting pregnant. If I did ask my mother, I'd tell her it wasn't because you and I were doing anything. I wouldn't mind having a regular period, or being protected that other way too, just in case we did do something someday."

"I think you have to decide. I'm not in any hurry if you aren't. I mean, I'm comfortable with the way we are now."

"I am too. Now, we're not really doing anything, it isn't like we're even close to doing that, right?"

"Right. Touching isn't that much. I mean it is, and I loved it when we did, but I meant it isn't even close to the other thing."

"Do you want to take a walk after lunch, Kenny? We could walk down to the end of the driveway and back, just to walk off our lunches."

"Sure, I'm pretty full, besides, we can't go in the pool right away because of the cramps."

"Pay the bill and let's go. We can talk about that other thing in private better anyway."

I signed for lunch and then we went for our walk. I was wearing moccasins, while Brenda had on a pair of Zorris, so we walked slowly down the country club driveway. We both knew we were heading for the privacy of the trees, and that we'd be feeling each other up when we got there. We were holding hands and looking at each others faces. I felt a closeness with Brenda, something I hadn't felt with Bea. I felt other things too, things besides closeness. These things I had felt with Bea. I wanted to do everything with Brenda, everything I'd done with Bea, and even more. We were halfway to the trees before I remembered the promise I'd made to Brenda before, about us setting limits, and me making sure we didn't go past them. I cursed myself for forgetting so soon about my promise. When I was done with that, I cursed myself even more for remembering it like that, even before we went into the trees.

"Brenda, we need to stop right here and decide on what limits we're going to set." She frowned when I said that. She knew what I was referring to.

"I thought we were just walking. Did you have something else planned?" Now, both of us knew that this was a lie. She knew, right when she first suggested we take a walk, what we were really going to be doing. I knew, that if I told her that, we'd end up only going for a walk, and there wouldn't be any time spent hidden in the trees. It was like a game of chess with Brenda, and I didn't play chess. I guessed that she didn't want to have any preset limits if we went into the woods, but that she didn't feel comfortable saying that to me. I didn't want any either, but I didn't feel comfortable with going back on my promise to her.

"We don't have to go into the trees, Brenda, we can just walk down and back, if that's what you want. I kind of hoped we could stop for awhile and do some more kissing and possibly some touching like we did before. I don't want you to have to worry about things if we do go in there. If we did go, I promise not to go past what we did before, and to not let you go past there either."

Brenda was looking at me like she was both nervous and excited. I saw her wet her lips several times, but she didn't say anything. Finally, she wet her lips again, and went ahead and told me what she had in mind.

"If we were to go in there again, like you suggested, I want to see your snake. Just for a minute, I want to look at it. I'm not going to show you my kitty yet, because I'm not ready for that, but you can pet it if you want to." I thought about what she said. I sure didn't mind showing her my dick. I had to decide though, about whether or not I wanted to do it without her having to show me her pussy in return. I was really curious about that red hair she had talked about having. I loved the copper color of the hair she had on her head, but it was different than her eyebrow hair. Her eyebrow hair wasn't what I'd call red, it was a brownish color with a little coppery highlight to it.

"I'm very curious about the hair on your kitty. When I pet it, is it okay if I move your suit bottoms out of the way so I can see what shade of red it is?"

"I'm not sure if I want you to do that, Kenny. Why don't you just pet it while I look at your snake? Maybe I'll change my mind after you've petted it some."

"Remember I said we had to agree before we got too excited? If we don't, who knows what might happen? We could end up doing a lot more than we wanted to. I did promise you I'd do only what we agreed on, before we got excited."

"You aren't already excited?" Brenda started making a pouting face when she asked me that.

"No, I'm excited, but I'm still able to think. Later, I might not be able to. You need to decide now." We had reached the place where we usually left the driveway. Brenda pulled my hand with both of hers, towards the trees, but I resisted her pull.

"Come on, Kenny. I'll decide later. If I decide now, I might want to change my mind later. Just let's do what we said, and if you pull apart my suit bottoms, I'll either tell you to quit it, or I'll let you." That was good enough for me. It was the same as her saying I could look, but she could decide later to tell me I couldn't. Once we were back far enough in the woods so no one could see us, I pulled my bathing suit down to my knees. Brenda smiled at me and came in closer to me. We kissed for just a minute, with my arms pressed around her. She didn't hug me back, but that was because both of her hands were on my front. One was pulling on my dick, and the other was touching my ball sac. I didn't waste too much time either, before I put my hand between her legs. As soon as I started rubbing her there, she opened her legs even more for me. I had her suit bottoms pulled aside quickly, so that I had my hand touching her bare pussy.

I didn't have to worry about her not liking me doing that. In a minute, I had found her little clitty bump, and I was touching all around it too. She liked that even more. When I started running another finger back and forth in her pussy slit, she started moving her hips all over. She was slippery when she moved like that, but I found her hole anyway. I pressed my finger in just a little bit, using only my thumb up against her clitty. She started moaning when I did that, and pulled harder on my dick and started squeezing my balls too hard. I made a noise when she did that, catching her wrist with my free hand.

"That hurts when you do that, Brenda." She looked at me funny, and then moved in closer to me. I'd stopped rubbing her when she hurt me, but I started up again when she started wiggling against my fingers. We spent another few minutes like that, her just holding my dick, but not moving her hand, and me playing with her pussy. I tried to kiss her, but she kept moving her face all around. That's when I looked down at her pussy. She was right about it being red hair. It was the same color as her freckles, a soft red. There wasn't a lot of hair either, certainly nothing like Bea had. I watched my thumb rubbing her clitty, and saw how she moved her hips around to make my thumb touch the places where she wanted me to touch.

"Put you finger back where it was, Kenny. That felt nice." I just kept watching her hips rotating back and forth. Every once in awhile, she'd scoot down a little, and then raise back up again. I couldn't figure out why she did that. I never saw Bea doing that, or if she had, I hadn't noticed it. "Kenny, your finger, put it back." I put my finger back, but I still watched her, and now, when she moved, I could feel why she was doing that. I thought she was moving down and up before, but she was moving up, and then down. When she moved down, unless I moved my finger, it went in further. Now that I knew what she was trying to do, I started moving my finger by myself. Brenda grabbed my arm, and held my hand in place, while I did that to her. I told her that we needed to stop and get back, but she wasn't listening to me. I stopped moving my finger, but she just started moving her hips while keeping my arm held steady.

"I hear someone coming, I think." as soon as I said that, Brenda pushed my hand away and reached down to smooth her bathing suit bottoms. I grabbed my swimming trunks and pulled them back up. We both kept quiet, listening to see if we heard anything. I hadn't really heard anything, but we'd already gone past where we were supposed to stop. I took Brenda's hand and started towards the driveway. This time, it was Brenda who resisted.

"Put those fingers in your mouth, Kenny. Taste me again." I looked at her, and then did what she asked. I started with the finger that I'd had in her pussy, then worked on my thumb. I took my time, enjoying the look on Brenda's face as she watched me doing that. That was when I noticed her own hand under her suit bottoms, and saw that she was rubbing her finger furiously all around her clitty by herself. It took her about another three minutes before she was able to orgasm. I really enjoyed watching her face getting red and her hips moving all over the place. She finished, and then she smoothed her suit bottom again and held out her hand. She held it right by my face, so I knew what she wanted me to do. I licked everywhere on her hand, for at least two minutes. When I stopped, I knew I was going to go into the bathroom in the member's locker area and get some relief. We held hands and walked back to the clubhouse. On the way back, Brenda informed me that we were going swimming for another hour, then we'd go hit more tennis balls. I stopped off to use the bathroom, and it didn't take me long.

We were in the pool, and Brenda was teaching me how to float. She had one of her hands on my butt, and the other one on my back. We were both laughing because she kept rubbing and pinching my butt. It is hard to float when you're laughing. It was fun though.

"Did you do it when you went to the bathroom?" I nodded to her that I had. "I already knew you did. I wondered if you'd admit it or not. Your snake isn't trying to get out anymore, that's how I knew." I had been thinking about something, ever since we'd been back there in the trees, but I didn't know how to ask her. Bea had told me about how it hurts a girl the first time because of this membrane that girls are born with. Brenda wasn't hurt when I put my finger in, and I didn't feel what Bea said I would.

"Brenda, are you still a virgin?"

"Of course. What a question. Fingers don't count, it only counts if you put your thing in me, your snake."

"I knew that already. Its just that Bea told me that virgins have a pain the first time someone puts something in their kitty, and she said there's a skin thing that has to be broken before you can put anything in."

"I'm a virgin, Kenny, don't you believe me?" It is a good thing we weren't out in the deep end of the pool, because she took both her hands away from me. It surprised me though, and I swallowed some water when she did that without any warning. I stood up and looked at her because she did that. Brenda looked like she was going to cry when I didn't answer her. It wasn't that I didn't believe her. All I had to go by was what Bea told me. I already knew that Brenda didn't even start dating yet. I was just curious about why what Bea had told me wasn't true for Brenda. Bea never said there were exceptions. She told me how bad it had hurt her the first time. She was only twelve then, so it might hurt worse if you're so young. "If you don't believe me, Kenny, I'm not going to be your girlfriend anymore."

I looked at her. I knew we were standing together, in the pool at a nice private country club. I heard what she said to me, and I should have been able to say something to her, something comforting and supportive. Instead of doing that, I was remembering a thousand other times when people had tried to get me to accept what they told me, or face the consequences for not doing so. I knew Brenda didn't have anything to do with that, so it wasn't her that I was responding to. I needed to say something, because my remaining silent was making a bad situation even worse.

"I'm sorry, Brenda. I do believe you." I hoped that was enough for her, even if there had been a ten second delay in my response, from the time when she last had spoken. She didn't appear satisfied. "I shouldn't have said anything, what do I know?"

"You don't believe me. I can tell."

"That isn't true, I do believe you. Why wouldn't I believe you?"

"That's what I'm wondering too. I knew I shouldn't have gone into the trees with you today. Now you think I'm like Claudia."

"I don't think that. All I did was ask you a simple question, which you answered."

"Which you don't believe. I could tell you didn't believe me. If you did, you wouldn't have asked me like that."

"Brenda, I said I believed you, and I do. I know what I believe." It was too late. It probably had been too late when I asked that first question. If I knew it was going to turn out this way, I wouldn't have even asked it. It wasn't that important to me. Bea wasn't a virgin. I wish she hadn't ever told me all about how girls hurt the first time you put something in their pussies. Brenda was right. Now, I was going to be wondering about it. I guess that meant I didn't really believe what she had told me. I watched as Brenda made her way out of the pool. She went over and got her towel, and was out the gate before I was even out of the pool.

After she left, I realized I had to make another choice. Do I follow after her, trying to talk her into calming down again, or do I let her go, then wait to see what she ends up deciding to do? I didn't like either one of those choices much, but I couldn't think of any other. I decided to stay in the pool area, but I moved my towel over close to the gate, in case Brenda returned and wanted to talk to me. She did return, but it was more than an hour after she left. She was mad too.

"I need a ride home, Kenny. Can you call Hans for me?" I got up, and went to get changed. As soon as I was dressed, and I didn't even rinse off, I went and called Hans. When I came out front, Brenda wasn't anywhere around, so I went looking for her. I found her standing in the parking lot. When I went over to her, she turned her back to me. I could take a hint, so I left her alone. When Hans got there, Brenda asked me to stay there and let Hans take her home and come back for me. I told her that I'd sit up front with him, and she could have the whole back seat to herself. That is what I did. When I got home. Mr. and Mrs. Parsons had gone out somewhere, taking Mrs. Parsons car.

I was in the kitchen telling Hans and Gerta about what had happened to me, when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Connor wanting to speak with Mrs. Parsons. I heard Gerta telling her that the Parsons had gone out, and weren't expected back until late. She hung up the phone without asking to speak with me. Gerta told me that not having a hymen didn't prove anything. She said there were a lot of things, innocent things that would explain not having one. Hans laughed and said there were a lot of not so innocent things too. They both advised me to wait for Brenda to call me. She was the one who was mad, not me, so they said she should call me. I told Hans that I wanted to watch her play tennis on Sunday, but he said I'd just make her nervous if I did that. Gerta said she'd wait too if it was her in my situation. Gerta made steak and baked potatoes with corn and a salad for dinner. We all ate in the kitchen together.