Chapter 7: Party and parting with Megan

Sunday, July 4, 1993

Josh, Jeannie, Eddie and Celia were the first to arrive. They quickly changed into swimwear, and I introduced Megan. She took Jeannie and Celia inside to see Suzanne and Penelope, and I offered the guys a beer.

An ancient Chevrolet backfired as it stopped in front of the house, and a young lady wearing a white miniskirt and apron got out.

"What's that?" Josh asked.

"She must be the server," I said, and Josh corrected me.

"I was talking about the shit box. A hubcap is missing and the front fender is yellow. It also needs a tune up."

The girl in the miniskirt entered the backdoor, like she had been to the house before.

Mr. Oldham came outside carrying Samantha, and Ned followed with a cooler. They commented on how tall Josh had gotten. I introduced Eddie as a C.M.A. alumnus.

It was great to see Russell again. He looked fit, and so did the little brunette he had on his arm. Russell introduced her as Rose Anne. I pointed him in the direction of the beer, and took Rose Anne inside to meet Megan, Jeannie and Celia.

Marcie drove up in a Bentley with Adam Corning in the passenger seat. She took one look at our little group. "You remind me of C.M.A. after a game, standing around daring each other to dance with me," she said, before heading to the back door. Adam joined our group. I introduced him to Mr. Oldham and Ned. He knew everyone else.

Charlie and Debra were the last to arrive. He carried the bassinet to the back door for her, and came over to join us.

Mr. Oldham put Samantha down when she wanted to see the baby, and we watched her run to the door.

"Where's the car?" Charlie asked me.

I led the way to the garage where it was parked. Someone wanted to know if it was a graduation present and I answered in the affirmative, not wanting to explain how the investors had given me the car for saving them a shit load of money. I wasn't sure I understood it myself. Charlie urged me to leave the garage door open in case Deb wanted to see the car. I didn't see her go near the garage, but some of the other girls went.

All in all, it was an enjoyable day. We stood around catching up and recalling incidents that had taken place at C.M.A. With four of us from the class of 89, and two from 91, we must have told stories about half the guys in both classes.

I saw Ned straining his ears to hear our banter and called him over and announced to the group, "Ned broke all receiving records his senior year."

Russell and Adam chimed in, saying they'd seen his picture in the trophy case.

Ned disregarded our praise of his accomplishments. He addressed Russell, "How's your brother?"

Four years of college hadn't changed Russell. "He's a fucking slave driver. He's got me on the phones eight or nine hours a day, and then he wants me to take catalogs home and study them. Have you seen metal catalogs? I tell him, 'Hell, that's like selecting two at an ATM to brush up on your Spanish'. He says I'm not representing the company on the road until he's satisfied I know the products."

We all laughed at Russell. Ned said, "Tell him I was asking about him."

Charlie said his stepfather was treating him similarly. "I got to cover a fire last weekend because all the crews were out covering other stories. Cyril says it's going to be that way until I learn the ropes, but how can I learn the ropes if he keeps me tied to a desk?"

As I found out later, the girls gossiped just as much as we did. They joined us when it was time to eat. Marcie waited until we were seated at the long tables before telling everyone what Megan had said about our Florida experience.

"Is it true that you swam in the nude and rubbed grits all over each other, Sammy?"

"That would be a waste of one of my favorite foods. I acquired a taste for grits. We ate them nearly every morning for breakfast."

All eyes shifted to Megan, who shook her head, grinning.

We continued to swap stories about the zany stunts our roommates had done. Russell was the most vocal. He told how we had met while being detained for a weekend, how I'd been subjected to a mock court-martial for almost breaking a kid's hand during a snow storm, and how he and I had made a kid pay for puncturing my cheek with his fingernails. From the way he embellished the stories, I wondered if he was trying to impress Rose Anne. She did seem infatuated with him. I wondered if there would be a wedding in the not too distant future.

Adam urged all of us to attend the homecoming game at C.M.A. He even

knew the date. C.M.A. would be playing Dearborn Military Academy the

day before Thanksgiving. "We'll make it a reunion," he said.

"That's a long way off," I said, wondering if Megan and I would be together.

Mr. Oldham spoke up. "We're going to be in Florida that week. Perhaps Sam can attend another game."

Well, that answered the question as to where I would be. The boss had spoken. Josh said it was going to be impossible for any of them to come home, Russell said that he wanted to show Rose Anne where he attended high school. Charlie thought he would be working.

Charlie and Debra were the first to leave. Megan and I walked out to the car with them. Debra and Megan cried as they embraced. I wished Charlie well. He confided that he thought he was doing okay.

I got a chance to have a short talk with Celia. She saw me sitting in a two-seat glider entertaining Samantha, and came over.

Samantha jumped in my lap to make room for Celia. "You like me," the little girl said.

"I suppose you are referring to the color of my skin?" Celia asked, and we watched Samantha nod her head.

"You're a very observant little girl," Celia told Samantha, and we watched her nod again to show agreement that she was observant.

"Do you think Eddie would cheat?" Celia directed her question to me.

"Hell, no, I don't think he has it in him to cheat."

"What cheat?" my little friend asked.

"Why don't you see if Megan needs sunscreen put on her back. Tell her I don't want her to burn."

Samantha practically leapt off my lap, and raced toward Megan. I watched Megan listen to Samantha, and then smile at me.

"What makes you say he wouldn't cheat on me?" Celia asked insistence in her voice.

I had to think for a minute. It had been years since I'd had a serious talk with Eddie. "I was his tutor when he was a freshman, and he used to come into my room to talk the following year. You were always in his thoughts. I don't think he's changed."

"That was a long time ago, Sammy."

"What makes you think he would cheat?"

"Jeannie thinks Josh is cheating. She points out how many beautiful undergrads are walking around Cambridge. I guess she puts ideas in my head."

It had never entered my mind that Josh would cheat on Jeannie. They'd been inseparable since the night they lost their virginity to Cindy and me when they were fifteen and thirteen.

"I guess I should have a word with Jeannie. How long are you guys going to be here?"

"I wish you would have a word with Eddie. We're going home tomorrow and back to school on Tuesday. We have summer jobs. You could talk to Eddie by phone."

"I could do that."

"Find out if it's a white girl."

"Celia, you know Eddie better than I do. Ask him if he's seeing someone. He'll tell you that you're the only girl for him. That way, you'll both feel better and I won't need to become involved."

Her dark eyes became large as she asked, "Do you think I should ask him if he's seeing a white girl?"

"I know I would prefer having my girlfriend ask me than to have her send a male friend to talk to me. He loves you. He'll be honest."

Celia hugged me and walked directly to where Eddie was talking to Russell. I thought for a minute that she was going to confront him right there until she shoved him backwards, and Eddie stumbled into the pool. When he came up sputtering, she pointed to me, as if to indicate it was my idea. I shook my head, but I'm sure Eddie thought that I'd put his girlfriend up to the prank.

Alice stopped by as I was saying goodbye to my guests. She said she could only stay long enough to meet Megan. Dr. Koskowski called to say she would see us the next day.

We all pitched in to clean up and put everything away. It was nearing six PM when Megan and I went upstairs to my room.

"Do you mind if I shower first? Samantha put three layers of sunscreen on my back," Megan asked, and I told her to go ahead.

I was looking down at the pool when she came back into the room. She had one towel wrapped around her waist and was using a second one to dry her hair, which left her breasts exposed.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, oblivious that I was admiring her breasts.

"Everyone said they had a good time, and that we should get together more often, but no one volunteered to host the next party."

"Take your shower," she ordered, like she hadn't heard what I'd said about none of the others volunteering.

It only took me ten minutes to rid my body of the collection of sunscreen and sweat. I'd forgotten to take clean shorts with me so I wrapped a towel around my waist.

Megan was brushing her hair, wearing only panties. They were white, very plain, but contrasted nicely with her tanned belly and thighs. I put on a pair of shorts, collected all three towels, and placed them in the hamper.

Megan came to stand facing me, not a foot away. Her arms hung loosely at her sides. She looked into my eyes, wet her lips, and spoke.

"It's June 1, 1993, graduation day. I step out of the shadows and call to you, asking if I left something at your apartment and if you still have it. You say, 'Yes, it's in my pencil drawer.' I step forward and we kiss. The crowd cheers and we run hand-in-hand to your apartment."

Megan took one step and placed her bare toes on top of mine, making her breasts two inches from my chest and her lips poised to be kissed.

"I don't think so," I said.

"You don't?" Megan asked, showing shock.

"The way I see it, it's a hot afternoon near the end of August, 1992. We've just met. You're standing not two inches away, and I'm totally captivated by everything about you."

"You're revising history? I like this better."

"We can't keep our eyes off each other as we talk with Charlie and Debra. We bide our time, waiting for darkness. You ask if you can use one of my sleeping bags, and I tell you that we only need one."

"I like the way you revise history. This is getting better and better."

"Kelley calls me. I tell her about you being a blonde California girl who runs and has perfect teeth. She insists on speaking to you and I permit it. She tells you what I like, and gives you some pointers as to how to please me."

"Oh, Sammy, this is turning out much better. Do we have sex the first night?"

"We do. We spread our bedrolls four feet apart and wait until Charlie and Debra close the bedroom door before we get up and stand just like we are now."

I felt Megan's feet move forward to cover mine. Her knees touched mine, briefly. "Do you kiss me?"

Our lips met and I felt her nipples graze my chest. The kiss continued, softly. I traced her lips with my tongue, and felt her do the same. Our arms were still hanging at our sides.

As I was concentrating on her lower lip, Megan put up a roadblock.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Sammy. We just met a few hours ago. I'm not the type of girl that sleeps with a stranger."

"We're not strangers. It's true that we just met, but there was an instant attraction between us."

I returned my attention to her lower lip, and felt her nipples bore into my chest.

"How can you be so inconsiderate? You know I have a boyfriend? What will I say to Mel?"

"Tell him you met Sammy Oldham. He'll understand."

My arrogance clearly annoyed her, but she didn't flinch. In fact, she offered her lips to accept my kisses.

"I'm new here and need to protect my reputation. If I sleep with you the very first night word will get around that I'm easy."

"No one will accuse you of being easy. If word gets out that we slept together, they will understand that there was an instant attraction. They'll say, 'There goes the girl that slept with Sammy Oldham the first night.'"

"Debra warned me about you and Kelley said my life would never be the same after tonight," she said, playing with my lower lip.

I struggled to hold my arms at my sides, but it was impossible to keep my hardon from poking her in the tummy. Megan had taken control, and there was nothing I could do but play along. Still, I tried.

"Do you want your life to be the same or do you want to add an experience that you'll remember always?"

I knew I was treading on thin ice. I could only hope that Megan would see through my boastful manner. From the way she was chewing on my lower lip, she was eating it up.

"That's a pompous statement. Do you think one night with you will ruin my appreciation for all other men?"

She was really getting into the swing of things, both with her barbs, and her breasts mashing my chest. She teasingly ran her tongue along my upper lip.

"It doesn't have to be only one night. Kelley will only be here two times each month. We can be together the rest of the time."

Megan blinked first. Her hand on my butt told me she was coming close to cracking, but her sarcasm kept the banter going.

"Really? How magnanimous of you to let me pick up the crumbs."

"Megan, if we postpone the inevitable beyond tonight, we may never find out if our infatuation is real. Wouldn't it be a shame if we suffer through nine months of frustrations, and only give in to our mutual yearning at the last possible moment, on the night of our graduation?"

Megan was moving her hand, rubbing my butt, and I'm sure she thought I would move my hands to her ass. I was tempted, God, how I was tempted.

"You make a good point. We could put out the fire tonight, or we could keep it burning for nine months. It may be fun to look forward to graduation."

I fully expected to shoot a wad of cum in my shorts at any second, and from the way Megan was trying to line her pussy up with my cock, she was getting close, too.

"It would be a shame to build our expectations for nine months, only to find that the flame has gone out."

"Yes, indeed, it would be a shame."

I couldn't take any more. My hands went under her ass, and I carried her to the bed. A triumphant smile came to her face as I stripped her panties down and buried my tongue in her pussy.

For the next five minutes, it was my turn to tease her. It was fun watching her facial expressions change from fright to pain, to pleasure, and back to fright. I knew she wasn't frightened or in pain. She was awash with climax sensations as my tongue tweaked her clit.