Chapter 29

The closer it came to me going away to school again, the less I wanted to do it. I knew the academic program was better at CA, than anything I'd receive in the public school system, a lot more challenging, but I really didn't want to leave home again. There was also the extra month of summer vacation I'd be missing out on by returning to Clement Academy. I balanced all of my reasons for not wanting to go, against one simple fact, that I'd already told my parents that I wanted to remain at Clement Academy. The tuition had been paid by Dad, and it wasn't a small sum of money. I'd gotten all new uniforms, and someone needed to look after Jerry, now that Nigel was no longer there. Terry was going to be a senior, so he'd be living on the first floor. We'd be getting one of the new sophomores, from the third floor, and I was going to be the room captain.

I'd already started getting my packing done at one thirty that afternoon, before Shirley called me. Even though we had seen each other two more times during the past week, neither time was conducive to us slipping away somewhere to be alone. Mama had said something to Mrs. Jones, about me needing to get ready to return to school, the night before, while both our families were at the country club dance. I was almost certain that I'd already told Shirley about school starting a month early at the academy, but she said I hadn't, and she acted all mad at me for the balance of the evening. We still danced together, eight or nine more times, after that. It was really pretty interesting. She wasn't talking to me, because she said she was mad about me leaving so soon, and for not telling her, but she still wanted to dance with me, and she rubbed herself against me each time we danced.

When the dance let out, she and I hurried out to the Jones family car, rather than wait around while our parents finished up with their drinks, and the social business of saying goodnight to each other. At the car, we still weren't speaking, but we traded smoldering looks while the club emptied out, and people came over by us, to get their cars and leave. It wasn't private, so we didn't do anything other than look, but it was a charged period for both of us. If we had been alone, I'm certain a torrid make out session would have ensued. We might not have been talking, but both of us were feeling the immediacy of our soon to be, separation. When Shirley's parents showed up, I dropped my gaze from her eyes, and mumbled a goodnight to her and her family. I was afraid that she'd let her anger prevent us from seeing each other again, in the short time remaining before I left to return to school. When I heard her voice on the other end of the phone, my heart soared. Shirley was fast becoming an important emotional component in my life.

"Kenny, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing. Hans is driving me to school at five thirty. I was going to call you later, to tell you goodbye, though. I'm sorry that you got mad at me, but I know I told you about how we got out real early because we started a month before anybody else."

"If you did, I don't remember it. It was a shock to me last night when I found out you were leaving so soon. Even if you had told me about this, you should have said something to me again about when you were leaving, not waited until the last minute like this to remind me."

"Well, I'm sorry. I had to work all week, and I thought you already knew I was leaving today. I called you on Tuesday to see if you wanted to go for a walk, remember? If you had gone with me, maybe we could have talked about it then."

"It was almost eight o'clock when you called me. I had already showered, and my hair was in curlers. I was in my PJ's already. If you had said something like 'I'm leaving for school on Sunday, let's go for a walk', I would have taken out my curlers and gotten dressed again. That's not what you said though. You said you needed some exercise, and we should go for a walk."

"I couldn't just come out and say that I missed you, and that I wanted to go for a walk, so we could be alone together in the dark, and make out."

"Why not? If you had said that, I'd have gotten dressed. I'm not sure what my parents would have said about it, but I'd have been willing to ask them if I could go out. I'm coming over to see you right now, that's why I called you."

"Now?"

"Yes now. If you're going to be leaving in a couple of hours, when did you think I meant?"

"I just wanted to be sure you meant now. How are you coming?"

"I'm walking. How soon before you're finished with packing?"

Not long. Mostly, I just wanted to be sure I didn't forget anything I'll need this first week. I'm coming home Friday, right after school lets out. I'll be finished before you get here."

"Who's home at your house?"

"What do you mean? We're all home."

"Meet me out front then, in about fifteen minutes."

We got off the phone, and I hurried through the remainder of my checklist. Shirley hadn't sounded that upset with me when I talked to her. I brought my packed bag, and my new school uniforms, downstairs, and placed them in the entranceway. I was ready to leave. Dad was in his study, and Mama was in the living room, poring over some changes she was thinking about making with the sand trap practice green. She had decided, after watching the British open on television, that she needed some pothole bunkers. These were traps where the ball might need to be played out to the side, rather than directly towards the green. Her problem was that she had already surrounded the green with a lot of other kinds of bunkers, in her finished design, and there wasn't any room for these two pothole bunkers she wanted to add. I could tell, just from the way she was chewing on her pencil, that Mama was frustrated. She wasn't used to not being able to do what she wanted to, and she couldn't figure out anything she'd be willing to trade to add these new bunkers.

"Didn't you say they only have these kinds of traps in Britain and in Europe? I don't think you really need them here in Kansas, Mama."

"That's very shortsighted of you Kenny. Besides, I'm sure there are courses right here in America that have pothole bunkers. I said I'd never seen any here, not that they didn't exist. I saw how creative the players had to be to figure out the best strategy for playing out of these pot hole bunkers, and I want us to be able to teach every aspect of good bunker play. Your father and uncle won't be happy about it, but we're going to need to scrap this design, and redesign it, to make room for these two new bunkers."

"Mama, you remember your promise? No more changes."

"Kenny, there's no sense building something that isn't adequate to the instructional needs of our teaching pros."

"You don't even have any working for you yet, unless you count Dave, Jane and Grace. You're just excited about wanting to try ways of getting out of those kinds of bunkers yourself, Mama.

"Kenny, that's so untrue. I admit that I'm personally curious, but my main interest is in providing complete bunker play instruction."

I pointed to one area on the left and behind a deep and wide trap. "What's over here, Mama?"

"That's a clear area where the instructors will gather the students to assign them to the various positions for practice."

"It looks pretty big to me. Why not just put those two pot hole bunkers right there, behind the big trap? I would be easy to contour it from back there. Those drawings you made show them to be deep and steep in the front anyway. You're going to have to do a lot of building up in the front. It would cost a lot more if they were next to the green. Isn't this area here lower because of you building up the green to make it higher than all your traps? You could dig out behind here, and make the trap ahead higher still. All it would take is a few swipes with one of those big bulldozers. All your building is in front anyway."

Mama listened to me as I used my fingers to show her what I meant. "Where will the classes meet to get their assignments if we use that area for the pot holes?"

"How about on the green? Maybe on the bridge you're building for green access? There's only going to be a few people in each class anyway, right? Doing it this way couldn't cost you much more than what you're already budgeting to build this area anyway. If you try to redesign the whole thing, it's going to cost a whole bunch more."

"Thank you dear. You've given me something to think about. Perhaps we can make the bridge a little bit wider, without taking that much away from any of the green side bunkers. If we did that, it might work. We'd also need to make adjustments in the amount of weight it could hold at one time. You've given me a good idea. I wasn't looking forward to addressing this with Bunny or your father. All they care about is the cost of the learning center. I have to think about the quality."

I told Mama I had to go, because I wanted to be outside before Shirley showed up. I hadn't gotten five feet outside my front door before I saw Shirley walking up our driveway. I hurried out to join her.

"Hi, that was quick." I kept walking closer as I spoke to her.

"I walked fast. We don't have that much time left. Why do you have to go in so early?"

"We assemble at six thirty, and then we need to go back to our rooms, to make sure everything is ready for school to begin in the morning. That's how they do it. I missed it last year because I registered late, but I can't miss it again."

"I woke up this morning thinking about you. Today would have been a good day for us to try what you suggested." I hadn't been thinking about sex before she said that. I'd been worried about seeing her again before I left, and about making sure she got over being mad at me. In an instant, all my priorities changed. Now, all I could think about was the two of us being together.

"Today would be good?"

"I don't know why it came on me so suddenly, but I woke up thinking about that. When I went to bed last night, I was still very upset about you leaving. Maybe I had some dreams or something, but this morning, that's what I woke up thinking about. It was one of the reasons I called you. Usually, I wouldn't have called."

"I'm glad you called me. I was going to wait until right before I left to call you, to say goodbye. I was afraid you wouldn't come to the phone, and then I'd have felt bad all week."

"I wish your parents weren't home. I would like to watch television in your room again."

"They wouldn't mind. Dad's locked up in his study, working on his action plans for the coming week, and Mama is trying to figure out how to squeeze more into a small area over at the golf learning center she's building. We could just walk in and say hello to Mama, then tell her we're going up to the room to talk, before I have to leave."

"She'd believe that?"

"We are going to talk. It's almost two. I have to leave by five thirty, at the latest. We haven't had any chances to be alone all week. Where did you tell your parents you were going?"

"I didn't. I said I was going out, for a walk. They usually don't ask too many questions as long as I'm home when they expect me to be there, like for dinner at six. Are you sure your mother won't be suspicious if we're up in your room, alone, for a few hours?"

"No, why would she be? She let me sleep with Brenda before. She knew what we were doing. She won't say anything about it."

"Suppose she lets something slip to my parents? What about your father? He's my Dad's boss. He's going to be talking to him all the time."

"We don't have to go up to my room. You just want to go for a walk?"

"No. I don't want to waste how hot I am right now. Do you have any more of those rubber things?"

"About fifty of them. Hans bought me a big pack before."

"Is there any way you could sneak me up to your room, so your parents wouldn't know?"

"You're worrying for nothing. I told you my parents wouldn't care. Let's just go inside, and say hello to Mama. She likes you. We can sit in the living room with her and talk about the golf learning center, if you want to. I'm just glad to see you, and happy you came over today. I'm going to miss you all week too. I can call you at night, after dinner and homework, or you can call me, but it's a toll call. I can give you some money to pay your father back for your phone bills, if you call me. On my phone, you have to put money in every three minutes. When I call home, we talk for the first three minutes, and if we want to talk longer, they just call me back."

"I didn't come over here to sit in the living room, talking to your mother, Kenny. Today's a very good day. I don't get too many days like today, where everything is already working good for an orgasm. My period just got done yesterday, and I'm always a little more sensitive, right before, or right after. I've been checking things on my body, just to make sure, all day. Don't tell your mother we're going to your room. Ask her if it's okay instead. I'd die of embarrassment, if you told her we were going up there together, and she said you couldn't. Let's go do it now, because we don't know how long it's going to take for me to have one."

We went inside, and Mama wasn't in the living room. The door to Dad's study was still closed, and so we went right up to my room, with no one noticing, or seeing us. I closed and locked my bedroom door, going over and turning my television on so that it was loud enough that people wouldn't hear us talking or anything else going on in the room. As soon as I'd finished doing everything to get us ready, including going into my dresser drawer and getting three or four packs of rubbers, Shirley and I began being shy and self conscious around each other. We could both feel it, and it was starting to feel awkward, and uncomfortable.

"I really liked dancing with you last night, Shirley. It was almost perfect the way your pussy fit right next to my dick."

"Kenny! You're not supposed to say that. You should say you enjoyed the dancing, and that's all. I already could tell that you liked the other. When we were driving home last night my mother said something to me about that too. She did it deliberately, to embarrass me in front of Daddy."

"What did she say?"

""She said it was a good thing I had a dress on, because the way we were dancing so close, I might have gotten pregnant otherwise."

"Wow. What did your father say?"

"He didn't say anything, but he looked at my mother, and then shook his head at her. My mother says things like that because she thinks she's being funny. I was so embarrassed. I think she was watching us every time we danced together."

"I could feel you every time you bumped against me, or when you pressed yourself in closer, and just stayed there. I was hoping you'd do that thing you did in my garage before, when I was kissing all over your neck?"

"Why don't we start with that? You kissing me on my neck. I liked that a lot before. I like it when you rub my behind too." We touched and kissed and talked. I enjoyed running my hands up and down her back, cupping both her butt cheeks in my hands, while she pressed herself against me in the front. I could tell she was enjoying everything we were doing, but not as much as she had before, on those two occasions I'd been with her, after she had orgasmed. We talked about that too. "I could make myself have one, Kenny, if I had something to use to do it with. Do you have something?"

I told her to wait right there, that I'd be back in a minute. I left the room, making sure, when I opened the door, there was no one out in the hallway. I closed my door behind me and went downstairs. Hans and Gerta were in the kitchen, when I went through there, on my way to the garage. I found two screwdrivers about the size of the two Shirley had used at her house, and then I saw this really big one, the one that Hans used as a lever to stretch the fan belts, whenever he was installing new ones on the cars. I brought it along with me, as a joke. When I walked back in the kitchen with the screwdrivers, Hans asked me what I was doing with his tools.

"I need them. Don't worry, I'll put them back when I'm done with them."

"Do you want some help?"

"No, thanks though. This is something I need to work on alone. I'll bring the tools back, Hans, and I promise I won't break them."

I got back to the bedroom, and hid the tools to keep Shirley from seeing them, as I locked the door again and went into the bathroom. I ran hot water and washed each tool with soap and water, drying them carefully after I was done. I put the big tool in the towel and walked out of the bathroom toward where Shirley was sitting on the bed, watching the volleyball game on the TV. I showed her my two screwdrivers, casually placing the towel with the joke screwdriver wrapped inside it, on my nightstand. Shirley smiled at me and took the screwdrivers from my hand. It didn't take her long to remove her jeans and panties, and I could see how red and swollen her pussy lips already looked when she leaned back and started touching herself with the bigger screwdriver. I was sitting down towards the foot of the bed, watching her, and running one of my hands up and down her lower leg. I might not have mentioned it before, but I had really enjoyed watching Shirley the other time, when she did this when I was in her bedroom. It was just exciting watching her playing with herself. This time, it took her a lot longer before she put the screwdriver inside her. I loved watching her spinning it in one direction, and then the other. From the expression on her face, she liked it a lot too.

"Do you want to put the other one in my back hole, Kenny? You need to wet it good first, then don't just shove it in, work it in slowly."

I picked up the other screwdriver and put the handle into my mouth, making sure it was plenty wet. I leaned in and placed it up against her butt hole, as she lifted her legs up to make it easier for me to do. I just increased the pressure on it a little bit, as Shirley started spinning the handle in her pussy faster. Her butt kind of opened up then, and about an inch or maybe inch and a half of the little handle went up inside her. I let go of the metal blade and moved back.

"Is this okay, Shirley? It isn't hurting you is it?"

"No, it's fine. It's a little smaller than my other one, isn't it?" I didn't know. It had looked about the same to me. Shirley could tell a lot easier than I could. The only thing I thought of was, she'd given me the perfect opening to spring my joke on her with the other screwdriver.

"I brought a bigger one too, because I wasn't sure."

"Oh, God, Kenny, this is really starting to feel good. Put the one in the back in a little bit deeper. Is the other one longer, or is it fatter?"

"It's both. It might be too big for this though." I put the one in her butt in deeper, and then I moved it out a little at first, then put it back in, deeper, until most of the handle was up inside her. About three inches I'd guess. She was really starting to twirl the bigger screwdriver faster then, and her hips were moving around so that I stopped touching the other screwdriver in her butt. She might know how to adjust for her movements, but I didn't, and I didn't want to accidentally injure her.

She stopped her moving around right after that, and then made a painful looking face at me. She looked a lot like Mama had looked, downstairs before, when she had been frustrated about where she could put those pot bunkers. Shirley's look was a lot more intense though.

"What's the problem. Did I hurt you?"

"No, it was really going good, but then I lost it, and I started feeling kind of numb. I need to stop for awhile, and wait for it to get calmed down, before I try it again. I'm worried now, because sometimes, when this happens, I can't make an orgasm happen. When that happens, then I'm walking around, feeling all frustrated, until my body tells me it's okay, and I can try it again. This better not be one of those times. I was really getting close too. It was going to be a good one. I felt my stomach muscles starting to tingle, and that's always a good sign. Show me that other screwdriver while I'm waiting." I looked down, but the screwdriver in her butt had come out. She had the one that had been in her pussy, held in her left hand, and was resting it on her stomach. Suddenly, my little joke didn't seem like it was very funny.