Chapter 66: Short Date with Cindy

Saturday, April 16, 2005 (Continued)

We parked fairly close to the restaurant and walked down the sidewalk. I had Cindy properly attached to my left arm, Julia on my right arm, and Carol to her right.

Carol got LOTS of looks and knew it. And loved it. She stood tall, in her already tall high-heeled shoes.

I noticed that she was not totally comfortable walking in those shoes, but was managing surprisingly well (even though Carol was two people away from me, I could still see her quite easily because the person in the middle was Julia, who isn't exactly a difficult obstacle to see around or over).

I commented on how well she was walking in high-heels, and Carol answered, "Lots of practice in Mom's shoes." I hadn't been aware that she'd done any practice. I guess girls have to learn somehow. High-heeled shoes must be almost impossible to walk in the first few times.

We heard a piercing wolf-whistle from across the street, and I asked Julia loudly enough for the three girls to hear, "Am I really that handsome?" It earning me some chuckles, and a few comments about my attractiveness to other males that I'd rather not repeat, or have heard.

We arrived at the restaurant without further incident, the girls handing over their coats. I kept mine on because my wallet was in the pocket, and I felt cold just looking at the girls. Cold and horny, actually.

Lots of eyes followed us across the restaurant, with some of "us" being followed more than others, and ditto for some parts of some of "us". As we neared our table I heard, "Hey, Egg. You lucky devil, how are ya? As if I need to ask."

It was one of the guys on my soccer team called Andrew, so I stopped. I introduced the girls to him, and him to the girls. I felt a bit self-conscious about how sexy Carol was looking, so I introduced her as just "Carol", leaving off the usual "My sister" tag. [During the rest of our conversation Andrew's eyes didn't know where to look, as all three girls were stunning. He unsurprisingly ended up looking mostly at Carol. I doubt he recognized her as my sister as he wasn't looking at her face much.]

After I'd introduced Andrew to the girls, Andrew said, "Mom, Dad, this is Egg, otherwise known as Mark Anderson. The guy who single-handedly DESTROYED our opponents today. I've never seen anything like it. He was unstoppable. What a game!"

^-- To me he said, "You're celebrating your victory in style. THREE beautiful girls! Damn it, Egg, no wonder I have trouble getting dates. You've got half the best looking girls in town with you."

"Gee, as soon as I stop smiling I'll start feeling sorry for you. I don't think it'll be anytime soon though, haha. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my dates to our table." My last comment was just to rub his complaint in.

We sat down. I ended up between Julia and Cindy, which meant that I was looking straight across to Carol, who was a marvelous sight. Although, when I thought about it (as I did), seeing Carol side-on would've been even better (from a purely voyeuristic perspective, i.e., it would've been even better).

When we were settled, Cindy asked, "Did you play a game of something today? Very well, from what I heard."

"Yes, soccer. My first game since my cast came off. It was good to get back on the field. I'd missed it."

"You looked fresh when you ran past me and I'd heard that you weren't tired after your run, but you really weren't tired, were you? I'd been assuming you just didn't look it, but you really weren't?"

"No. Running isn't very tiring for me. My running style seems to make it easier for me, I guess."

"You know they can study running styles in laboratories. Put little colored dots all over your body, especially your feet and legs. They have you run on a treadmill and video you, then feed it all into a computer. They might want to study your style if it's as good as it sounds."

"THEY might want to, but I don't. I can't think of a good reason to waste the time, and don't want to be studied. I'd rather spend my time with beautiful girls. I've NEVER seen a lab smock look as good as any of the dresses you three are wearing. I think I'll pass on volunteering to be a lab rat, thank you."

Cindy said, "The most serious runners go into the lab to improve their running styles, but that doesn't motivate you, does it?"

"Not in the slightest. I fully intend never to run in another organized race, so improving my style is a total non-issue."

"Okay. That kills that topic. Next topic: Why did that guy call you 'Egg'? Is that the team's nickname for you? What does it mean?"

#2: <It's the SCHOOL'S nickname for us. Do we want to tell her?>

#4: <Yes, tell her. If she thinks we're too young then fine. It'll save the Williamses the cost of a meal. More to the point, I don't want to have to worry about watching our words all the time; that's a pain.>

So I answered, "It's the entire school's nickname for me. It means..."

"You still go to school?"

"Sure. I'm a lot younger than you. Does that matter to you?"

"How old are you?"

Julia came in with, "He's studying 11th grade..."

I interrupted, "I'm STUDYING 11th grade, but I'm in the 10th. I'm fifteen. Does that matter to you?"

"Christ! I fancied a 15-year old!..."

#2: <Notice the use of the past tense. I'd say our lack of age mattered.>

" ... That's a shocker. There's a law against what I was thinking about doing with you. No wonder you're still living with your parents. When I chose this dress I didn't think I'd be meeting your parents again, or especially your girlfriend's parents. Now meeting them makes more sense, but how come none of the parents objected to me hitting on you? That makes even less sense considering how young you are. It's downright weird."

I answered, "Our parents are cool about me dating other girls. There's a good reason for it but it's too complicated to go into now as it's a really long story. Not that your concern about the law matters as we weren't going to have sex tonight anyway."

Julia interrupted. "You can if you want, with Cindy I mean. Not with, um, not with me. Just with Cindy is allowed."

"No it's not. Not until after the trial."

Julia explained, "Remember you were in your car with your dad, and I said my mom had an idea?"

"Yes."

"Mom's idea was that it IS okay for you to have sex with Cindy, if she's eighteen or over. Mom checked it with your dad, and later with your mom, who both agreed. If you had under-age sex the defense lawyers could use it against you, but not over-age sex. That doesn't make you guilty of anything, legally or morally, so there's no mud to throw at you. As far as everyone is concerned, you're free and clear. You can even spend the night with her in my room if you want. Carol and I will sleep elsewhere."

Cindy said, "Hold up! There's too much bad-sounding stuff going on here that I don't understand. First I object to your comments about Mark being allowed to have sex with me, like it's JUST his choice. I'll have you know I choose who I sleep with..."

Julia interrupted, "Which is EXACTLY what I've told you twice already today. When you first arrived and then outside my bedroom door. I told you that you had until 10pm to make up your mind whether you wanted to or not, otherwise Mark and I would enjoy the rest of our evening together. I never pressured you into it, never said you had to. I told you it was entirely your choice. I stressed that I would stand to the side and let you make up your own mind. However, I will apologize for not repeatedly emphasizing it to you during my explanation of Mom's idea to Mark. I'd figured you'd remember but obviously you didn't. So, yes, if Mark AND YOU want to sleep together tonight, then it's okay with everyone else, including my parents, as it was my mother's suggestion. If either of you doesn't want to, then it's a dead issue. Does that address your concern?"

The waiter approached during Julia's little speech, and I waved him away.

"You did tell me that, you're right. But what's all this about lawyers and a trial. Is Mark a criminal?"

Julia and Carol both laughed at that. Carol said, "Mark wouldn't hurt a fly. He was in a cast because HE was beaten up. The guys that did it to him are on trial."

"Then why is he not allowed to have sex with Julia? What the big deal about teenagers having sex?"

I answered, "There's a stupid amount of noise about this case. Do you read the papers or watch the local TV news at all?" I'd asked the last part because I was a little surprised she hadn't recognized me by now, as there'd been a LOT of publicity.

"Not much. Hardly at all. Nothing much happens that interests me."

"If you had you might've heard about a high-school boy - me - who was sexually molested by a senior called Annette Neumeyer. When I turned her down, several of her jock boyfriends assaulted me. Allegedly. Three different assaults, one of which allegedly broke my alleged arm. And a fourth assault more recently, but that was only partially related. All the jocks, seven of them if I remember correctly, are going on trial in just over a week. All football players so it's gutted the school's football team."

Cindy exclaimed, "I remember now! That was big news two or three weeks ago. I heard lots of people joking about it."

"Yes. It was a big joke being assaulted several times and having my arm broken."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant to say that I did hear about it."

"Okay. Because of the sexual background to the assaults and all the prurient media interest, the parents have decided that Julia and I have to be good little children until it's over. Officially we're not even supposed to tell anyone that we've ever had sex, but I guess Julia told you that we had."

Julia said, "I did. I forgot we weren't supposed to. There were so many other things I was thinking about that I forgot. Please keep that quiet, Cindy?"

"I don't want to talk about this with other people anyway. It's too embarrassing."

Julia said, "Not in a few years it won't be."

I thought I knew what Julia meant - that when I'm famous Cindy will be proud that she'd bedded me - but I didn't want to go down that path. I thought Julia had gone over the top trying to 'sell' me to Cindy. I appreciated her enthusiasm to get me bedded - such an attitude is not unwelcome in a girlfriend - but I was tired of the falseness, the exaggeration and the selling. I'd rather spend the evening honestly with Carol and Julia. So I waved it off, telling Cindy, "It doesn't matter, forget it."

Cindy pushed back her chair, saying, "You're right, I'm going to forget this. Sorry, but there are too many things going on here that I don't understand and you're too young for me anyway. There are plenty of other guys so I don't need this. Thanks for the dinner invite, but I'm leaving. Bye."

Cindy stood up and walked out.

Julia looked quite upset, so I said, "Good. Let's get the menus and order. I'm hungry."

Julia still looked upset, so I guess the thought of ordering food cheered me up more than her. She said, "How can you say 'Good'? She walked out. That's bad. You were supposed to sleep with her tonight. I messed everything up..."

I had no doubt that Julia could have gone on for some time, which would've upset her unnecessarily and also upset me, and not only because it would've delayed our placing our food order. So I cut her off, "Julia, listen to me. I'm GLAD she's gone. For a whole bunch of reasons: There was too much 'selling' going on which I found totally unrelaxing. I'd rather concentrate on my two favorite girls, especially with both of you looking as good as you do now. I didn't know anything about her - she was just a random stranger who made a pass at me - and I would truly rather spend all evening talking to you two than be alone in a room with her. By the look of this restaurant, her leaving will save your parents a bundle of money too. All things considered, I'm relaxed, fine and happy about her leaving.

^-- "Remember that these girls are for learning experiences. I learned some things tonight, including that I don't like it when you hard-sell me, and I don't like trying to hide my age and watching every word I say. In the future we'll just be ourselves and if any other girls want in, then fine. For goodness sake, how hard is it to replace Cindy with some other girl? There are dozens at school who have already tried to get friendly with me. They're far better because they know who and what I am. Forget Cindy, she's unimportant. Learn the lesson and move on." I knew Julia believed that lots of other girls wanted me, but the truth is that their interest had significantly reduced recently because I hadn't been in the newspaper for quite a while, Julia had made it VERY clear that I was hers, and word had gotten around that I rejected everyone.

^-- I gave a brief chuckle, then added, "Another thought just struck me: remember how you said we might choose more wives based on how well they meet our future needs? How much use would Cindy be to us in the future? She's studying dairy. The only thing we could get out of a dairy farm is milk for when Carol has my babies. Look at Carol in her dress. Do you think we'll EVER be short of milk? Haha."

Julia seemed half-reassured, which meant that food was now my number one priority. I looked up and saw a waiter looking at our table. I waved him over. He was a male, so he was at our table in two seconds. "Can we have three menus please?"

He told Carol's chest, "Yes, sir." Then backed away from our table a lot slower than he'd arrived.

While waiting for the menus, I turned to Julia, and said, "I appreciated your sales job on my behalf, but I wasn't comfortable with it. Sex is not that important. I'd rather just relax and be myself without trying to spin everything to make me look as good as possible, okay?"

Julia paused, then said, "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I got carried away, didn't I?"

"A bit much, for my tastes anyway. I don't like all the salesmanship. 'Modest Mark', remember? In the future let's do it simpler."

"Sorry. Your wish is my command, as always. I was wrong, but I am very proud of you, you know. And I only told the truth."

"I know you did, but sometimes you spun it pretty hard. When Cindy asked how old I was, you said I studied 11th grade. That was literally true but you did it deliberately to add two years to what she thought my age was. That was enough spin to be considered deceptive, and probably unethical, don't you think?"

I knew that'd get to her, and it did. She hung her head, saying, "You're right. I was trying too hard. I won't do it anymore. Sorry."

I told her, "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's not as if she mattered at all, did she? She pushed herself into our life, then took herself out a couple of hours later. It cost us nothing. I had some fun looking at her, and we all learned a few things. Personally I count that as a success."

The menus had arrived, so I opened mine. I added, "Wow, look at the prices! Now I'm REALLY glad she left. I would've felt uncomfortable making your parents pay this much to feed her, just so I could have a bit of fun with her later."

Carol said, "I'm hungry. Which means Mark must be even hungrier and that's not right. We shouldn't make him wait so long. Let's get something quickly for him."

Julia said, "Good girl, sweetie. You're a good wife. Thank you." Carol looked very pleased, and Julia looked around for a waiter. Spotting one nearby, he was summoned.

Julia told him, "Do you have a soup that you can bring a bowl of IMMEDIATELY? Not in five or ten minutes, but right now?"

"I think so, yes. What flavor do you want?"

"Whichever is your most filling. Please bring one bowl immediately, plus plenty of bread too. Thank you."

When he was on his way to the kitchen, I said, "I am hungry, but that might've been a bit of an overreaction. I could've waited."

Julia said, "By the time we order, and they deliver it, our appetizers will probably be half an hour away, and our mains maybe an hour. Would you have been comfortable waiting that long?"