Chapter 3

I picked up Brenda from St. Ann's on Friday afternoon. Central had been closed for teacher's conference, a perk that the private preparatory did not have. Still, it allowed me to pick her up.

Brenda saw me, and came over very fast. It was two weeks since our picnic, and the weather was absolutely cold now. She climbed in, and we kissed briefly.

"So, want me to run you home, or do you want to go to my house? Mom is gone until six tonight," I added hopefully.

"Hmm, home to my house, or home with my boyfriend. Decisions, decisions. I choose your place of course, silly," Brenda said while rolling her eyes as if I were stupid or something.

I put the truck in gear, and headed to my house. Visions of what we had done at the log cabin flashing through my head. I was hoping for at least a partial, if not total repeat of what we had wound up doing to and for each other.

That had been the first time I had seen a girl totally naked, and Brenda had been beautiful. Her breasts were a handful, with nipples that stuck out a good eighth of an inch when they got hard. Her waist was slender, and her pubic hair had been a light brown. She had shaped it and shaved down there so as to be interesting to me. She had been very responsive to me.

She had not wanted to go all the way; but 'the way', as far as we had gone, was really great in my book! I was hoping, hoping, hoping!

"So, are you going to the winter carnival this year?" Brenda asked.

She was referring to the winter festival that the town threw every year, to showcase the arts and crafts and other things.

"You mean the festival? Sure, wouldn't miss it. Want to go with me?" I asked.

"Can't. Dad is running a booth this year, and I have to work it. You could always stop by and visit though," she said with a sigh.

"I still don't know why they have to do it in the winter. A nice spring festival would be better. They could get rides and stuff," I groused.

"Hey, it's a business thing. Showcase arts and crafts, sure, but it's mainly for the businesses in the area to make a bit of money during an otherwise slow time," Brenda explained.

"Hmm, maybe I should do up a lawn and garden care booth? Wouldn't be hard. I could make fliers and pass them out!" I said excitedly.

"Won't work. You need to have your plans in at least a year in advance, to get approval and a space assigned in one of the three buildings or two tents being used," Brenda told me reasonably.

I sighed.

"Yeah, there's always something, ain't there?" I grumbled.

We arrived at my home, and I pulled into the driveway, parking by the garage door. We got out and made our way into the house. She flung her book bag down on the couch. She took off her coat and it went next to the book bag.

She looked cute standing there in her catholic uniform. God, how could such a repressive religion (when it came to sex), dress up their girls so cutely in neat little sexy uniforms?

"Like what you see?" Brenda asked me.

"God, yes! You're so sexy dressed like that," I answered honestly.

"What is it about girls dressed this way that gets you guys so excited anyway? I never have understood that," Brenda said moving into my arms.

What followed was a wonderful hour of mutually satisfying touching and feeling of the other's person. She still didn't want to go all the way, but as far as we went was absolutely wonderful. I also respected her right not to go all the way. When she was ready, I would be there for her.

Winter had set in with a vengeance. I had placed a lot of weight in the back of my truck for traction purposes. On top of that, it had snowed the night before and I had a lot of snow weight added to the artificial weight I had added previously.

I was running mom's briefcase out to her. She had left it at home, and she needed it for her work. She was already on site, and could not afford the time it would take to come back home and get it.

"I hope being an insurance investigator is worth it mom," I muttered to myself.

When I thought about it, we lived well at the least. Not as well as my girlfriend did, but then, they owned three businesses. Mom worked for an insurance company's fraud division. It kept a roof over our head and food on the table; and, if we were careful, all the bills paid. Of course, now that I was making money, mom charged me rent, of all things! She told me she was preparing me for the reality of life.

I was seventeen, almost eighteen, and thought that her charging me a hundred dollars a month was going a little overboard. After all, it was her job to care for her child, according to everything I had ever heard.

I was feeling peculiar. It felt like there was almost a tugging at something inside of me. I finally got to the address Mom had given me. Sure enough, there was her car. I pulled up behind her car and parked my truck. I left it running and ran the briefcase out to her. She was happy to get it. She hugged me goodbye, and went to the door and rang the bell.

I got back in my truck and slowly pulled away. While the main roads were clear, these secondary ones were still snow covered. I did not want to slide off the road, or smash into a parked car. There were several parked, snow-covered cars along the street.

As I neared my turn off, to go back home, I paused. I still felt that tugging feeling. It wanted me to go in the opposite direction. I considered for all of three seconds, and then followed the tug. I was soon at a dead end, and got out of my truck. I left it in park, but with the engine running.