87: Year End

My 'date' with Robyn after the show was interesting and informative. I'd asked her what she wanted to do and she suggested going to Potawatomi Zoo. It was a pleasant day and I paid the modest admission fee to get into the zoo. We just started working our way around the paths to our right. The first thing, of course, were the tigers.

"Isn't it sad?" she said as we looked at the beautiful animal through the glass. "He's all alone in there. He has, like, about the same amount of room as if we were locked in our houses and could never go out. He should be roaming over miles and miles of terrain that he rules and instead he's here in a glass cage."

"Yeah," I said. "But what are you going to do. Look. He was bred and born in captivity. If he was turned loose in the wild he'd probably be prey instead of a predator."

"That's how people are, too," Robyn said when we'd managed to get over by the petting zoo. I looked at her because I wasn't sure anymore what the topic was. "We're bred and born in captivity and if you turned us back into the wild we'd be prey. We're domesticated animals like that cow. Somebody decides if we'll be a milk cow or a beef cow. If we'll be bred to a bull or led to slaughter. Even whether or not you'll be allowed to keep your balls. Oh, you'll probably keep them through high school, but will your college professors let you keep them? Will your wife castrate you? Will they get shot off in some war like Hemingway?"

"Is that why you're always so sad, Robyn?"

"I'm not sad. I'm happy-go-lucky."

"You don't fool anyone. We don't know why you are sad, but we know you are. You don't let anyone close enough to know why." I stepped up to the snack bar and got two ice cream bars and handed her one. We went to sit on a bench and I noticed her lip was quivering. Oh boy. I hope I didn't hurt her.

"Is that why you have so many girlfriends?" she asked. "You get them to tell you their dark secrets that they can't tell anyone else?"

"I don't know if any of my girlfriends have dark secrets or not," I chuckled. "I do know, though, that if they tell me something I don't tell anyone else. That includes you, Robyn. If you tell me something, I won't tell anyone else." She sighed and bit her ice cream bar.

"My mom," she said flatly.

"You aren't being abused, are you, Robyn?"

"Not like that. Have you ever seen my mom?"

"I don't think so. I remember seeing your dad once or twice."

"Mom didn't respond well to being a mother," Robyn said. "She tried to kill me when I was six months old."

"You're kidding! I mean, I know you aren't, but they'd put her in jail for that, wouldn't they?"

"She said it was an accident. But she got stranger and stranger. Drove down a freeway entrance the wrong way once and almost got a dozen people killed," she said. "A doctor said she was mentally unstable."

"That's pretty broad, but there are treatments for that kind of thing."

"Oh, they treated her, all right. Electroconvulsive therapy."

"That's..."

"Electroshock. They pretty much burned out the part of her brain that made her who she was."

"They did that in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. That's cruel."

"They sedate you before they electrocute you now. The thing is, it didn't change anything. She just started hiding it. And she'd whisper to me. 'Don't let a boy fuck you. You'll end up just like me: pregnant and your life ruined. Stay a virgin.' Then she shows me secret messages she found in the crossword puzzle or heard on the TV."

"Oh geez! I'm sorry, Robyn. I had no idea what you go through at home."

"Doesn't make any difference, really. She can't drive now because they took away her license and Daddy hid the car keys. She just sits in front of the TV all day copying down secret messages. Then she reminds me that if I let a boy touch me my life will be ruined. It seems I was born just five months after Mom and Dad got married."

"I don't know what to say, Robyn. I don't know how I can help you. But I'll listen as your friend anytime you need to talk. You don't have to bear it all alone."

"Let's go look at the monkeys."

I took Sora miniature golfing Saturday night.

"Brian, I give you explicit permission to try anything you think you can get away with without anyone seeing or that no one would care if they did see. You remember the unwritten rules of mini-golf?" Sora asked. Okay. This was flat-out going to be fun. Well, maybe. A couple with two small children started out right behind us. "Little eyes are watching you," Sora sang. We couldn't play faster because there was a foursome ahead of us, so we let the family play through while we sat down for a few minutes. I put my arm around Sora and kissed her ear, pretending to whisper something. She scrunched her shoulder up and little goosebumps raised all over her arms. And her nipples. They were clearly visible under her halter top. I think I understood the reason for her short, full, little miniskirt. I cuddled up to her from the back and asked her to show me the proper swing for this hole. She spent a lot of time wiggling her putter and her butt against mine. Then she sank a hole in one.

I lined up my shot and Sora pressed herself against me from behind. She reached her right hand around and placed it on my hand on the putter. Her left reached around and pressed against my groin and swollen cock.

"We need to make sure this stays out of the way of your swing," she said. It took me four strokes to get the ball in.

I found out about half way through the game that she had the skimpiest little pair of panties on that you can imagine without going to butt floss. That's what my left hand discovered as I slipped it under the hem of her skirt while she was demonstrating a three wall bank through the windmill. About the time I found her bare butt, she swung and her ball bounced against one of the blades and rolled all the way back to the tee. She spun around and planted a kiss on me that let me know I'd found exactly what she was hoping I'd find.

By the end of the game we could hardly keep our hands off each other. We'd even stopped behind King Kong for a few minutes to kiss while I slipped my hand up under her halter top and fondled her breast and she stroked me near to coming. We agreed that if we went another round we'd end up fucking on the eighth hole.

"May I spend the night with you, Brian?" Sora asked.

"Only if you can stand to politely say goodnight to my parents in your cute little pajamas without running out the door screaming."

"I hear your dad gets inspired by your girlfriends. Your mom should have a good night."

As it turned out, Mom and Dad were playing gin at the kitchen table when we got there and, knowing that Sora played pinochle, pressed us into a game with them as soon as we came in. Mom and Dad have a principle that they never play partners so it was Sora and Mom against Dad and me. Mom says it keeps your spouse from getting mad at you when you make a mistake. Dad rolled his eyes. We still managed to lose three games straight.

"There need to be unwritten rules for this game like there are in mini-golf," Sora said as we were playing. I opened my mouth and looked at her.

"What kind of unwritten rules are there in mini-golf?" Mom asked.

Sora proceeded to explain. She did it with such careful wording and casual phrasing that it took a while before Mom and Dad copped onto the fact that we'd been playing mini-golf before joining them for cards.

"Well, it's getting late and I'm tired of playing cards now," Mom said. "We'll leave you to close up before you go to bed, Brian." It was clear that Mom and Dad were heading to bed. "Will we see you for breakfast, Sora?"

"If I can wake up by then," Sora grinned at Mom.

"Hmm. I might have trouble waking up myself," Mom said, looking at Dad. He took her hand and she led him to their bedroom.

"Wait," Sora whispered to me. "I forgot to put my pajamas on and kiss them goodnight."

"Brian, we're not ready to go all the way yet. I want to, but I don't want to spring it on you like I did tonight. I want to give you time to build up to it the way you did with Whitney. Well, maybe not as long as it took with Whitney, though. I figure if I can be your date to Brenda's party next weekend, that should be long enough," Sora said.

"If we go miniature golfing again, I guarantee you it won't take a week to build up to it." It turned out that it was a good thing that I didn't push to have Sora say goodnight in her pajamas as she hadn't brought any. When we had brushed our teeth, we simply went upstairs and started making out, slowly removing each other's clothes. It wasn't long before we were both naked and it was painfully obvious that I was ready for anything.

Sora was ... beautiful. I've begun to believe there is no such thing as an ugly naked woman. Sora was shaped differently than any of my other girlfriends. She was athletic like Whitney, but nearly a foot shorter. And considerably bustier. Not that she was stacked like Brenda or Rose, but Sora had beautifully rounded breasts that stood proudly on her muscular chest. In addition to being a cheerleader, Sora was a gymnast and had broad, powerful shoulders. Sadly, we didn't have a gymnastics team, so cheerleading was where Sora used her skills. But I understood that she was as devoted to gymnastics summer camps as Whitney was to basketball camp. I think the only fat on Sora's body were those soft, pliable breasts with their hard nipples. She pulled me to a standing position and stood in front of me.

"I know Brenda might have shown you some cheerleading moves—probably Rose, too. But I want you to know what a gymnast's body is capable of." With that she sank into a full splits facing to my left. Then she pivoted fully until she was facing my right, never lifting her butt from the floor. She bent forward to put her hands on the floor between us and lifted herself up on her hands, keeping her legs in that fully split position as she pushed forward until she was standing on her hands with her legs in the splits. Her legs closed so her feet almost touched the ceiling and her luscious bubble butt faced me. As she sank to her elbows, her back arched and her legs came toward me, curling down to the floor. She pushed herself back up on her hands so that she was supported only on her hands and feet. Talk about bending over backwards for you. The high point was her open and neatly trimmed pussy facing me. Her hands came up off the floor as she slowly straightened to face me. "See anything you liked?" she asked.

"You are amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

"Oh, I'm sure the ones you've seen didn't look that different. The fact that I'm Asian shouldn't change any of the basic characteristics."

"Um ... How did that happen?" I asked. "I mean, neither your parents nor Monte have the same Asian characteristics as you."

"I was adopted. I'm half Vietnamese, left courtesy of an American soldier. A lot of mixed race babies were brought to the United States for adoption just before the fall of Saigon. I got brought over and Mom and Dad instantly adopted me. I was lucky. Some of the babies never did get adopted. I guess orphanages here were better than in Vietnam, though."

"I always wondered what heritage made you so beautiful. May I kiss you, Sora? All over your beautiful body?"

"Kiss me and love me all night long, Brian. I give you permission for everything but penetration. May I have the same?"

"With all my heart, Sora," I answered.

Interestingly, Sora wanted to try out anything that she could do gymnastically and receive sexual stimulation from. I always thought that was just a guy fantasy to have a contortionist as a girlfriend. To Sora, she'd worked for years to develop her abilities and wanted to find out which ones could bring her the most pleasure. Of course, we had no equipment to work with—balance beam, vault, rings, bars—but Sora had incredible strength and flexibility, and some positions were extremely pleasurable even if they couldn't be held for long. For example, she had me sit in my chair and then she did a handstand gripping the edges of the chair. She lowered herself until she took my cock in her mouth and spread her legs so I could eat her. I kept a hand on her back to help with her balance, but she was only able to push up to breathe three times and then descend on me before we had to find a new position.

By breakfast time, I was exhausted and Sora was asleep. I went downstairs and put a pot of coffee on the timer and set bread to rise, then I stumbled back upstairs and into bed with Sora. I never heard Mom or Dad stir.

"Nona-Mom," Sora said innocently as we were eating miniature elephant ears at the breakfast table. It was after ten. Instead of baking the bread, I tore the dough into sections and tossed it in oil to fry, then sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar.

"What is it, Sora-daughter?" Mom asked. She had a slightly bemused expression on her face. Dad was sitting right next to her and was completely ignoring the Sunday paper as he fed her pieces of elephant ear between her sips of coffee.

"Would you mind terribly if I moved in with Brian this week? It's the last week of school and I'm sure there will be a number of girlfriends in and out. It's senior week and I don't have to attend classes. I thought that I could help keep the house cleaned and meals on the table for you. You know?" I looked at Sora. She must have practiced that whole speech with Sam. It sounded almost identical to one Sam had used over spring break. Mom looked at Dad and he had a stupid grin on his face.

"I suppose that would be okay. Can you share with Jennifer and Courtney? Oh my! We have to get ready to go. Their graduation is at two o'clock."

"That's wonderful," Sora said. "I hear they share very nicely. And it will be nice to share Brian with a couple more grads."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"It would be nice if we had a bath upstairs, but as long as you are okay with a bunch of teenaged girls running around in their panties, we can keep using the one down here." I thought Dad was going to split his gut with the belly-laugh that came out of his mouth.

"That was the wrong argument to use, Sora," Mom explained. "Put in those terms I'll never get him to put a bath in upstairs!"

It was nothing short of thrilling to watch Jennifer and Courtney receive their diplomas. Nearly four years ago, Jennifer had the audacity to crawl naked into my sleeping bag at the dude ranch. The next time we met, she brought Courtney with her as a surprise and we discovered that we all three really liked each other. And it built from there. Both girls had openly declared that no matter who else I was with, they fully intended to be my lovers well into the future. I think they were hoping to be my lovers' lovers as well. They liked playing with girls.

They were more than happy that Sora would be spending the week with us. They were staying in Kokomo another night so they could attend the various graduation parties, but would be waiting for me when I got home from school on Monday. It was the first time that it worked out so well to have their school calendar running a week earlier than ours.

I saw William after the graduation as well. He wasn't the least bit antagonistic toward me and Jen and Court linked arms with him as they approached me. Wow!

"Give him the news, William," Jen said, prodding him.

"Um ... Brian, I wanted to say thank you for the introduction you made. I'm going to Notre Dame this fall. I got a good football scholarship. Your friend there—Reggie—said that if I had your stamp of approval, he was my friend until I proved unworthy. I know that's a lot for me to live up to, but I'll do my best not to let you down."

"Bill, don't let yourself down. You've got a lot of talent, but you're going to have to work hard off the field as well as on if you're going to make it at Notre Dame. Reggie will show you the ropes, but succeeding is going to be your responsibility. Got it?"

"Oh, I got it. Go Irish!"

"Go Irish!" we all responded.

"Oh. I brought you something," William said. With that, he took Jennifer's and Courtney's hands off his arms and put them on mine. "Take good care of these ladies," he said. "I really do kinda love them." The two girls kissed him on the cheek and he was off to join other friends.

"I don't know when you did whatever you did, but this whole year William's been like a different person. The first time you met, I thought you'd kill each other," Courtney said.

"If it had come to that, the killing would all have been one-sided and I'd be dead," I laughed. "We just met and came to an agreement."

"Well, you'd better take Sora home and satisfy her tonight," Jen said, pulling Sora to her. "Because tomorrow night, you're going to have two WildKats in your bed along with her and after all the parties tonight, I can guarantee we're going to be horny." With that, Jen turned to Sora and said, "If I can't kiss my girlfriend, can I kiss my lover's lover?"

"Why don't you kiss the lover's lover and the girlfriend," Sora said. Well, a lot of people were staring after that.

Most of our teachers figured out that once the seniors started flaking off it was almost impossible to keep the attention of anyone else. There were rallies and speeches and awards that preceded graduation and most of our finals were already out of the way. The all-school awards ceremony was a surprise to me. Not the ceremony, but what happened. With almost all the attention on seniors, there were still awards given to underclassmen and general awards that seniors were included in. I thought it was strange that they still gave a perfect attendance award. Of course, my entire dating group was out of the running for that since nearly all of us took the week Denise was killed off. That still tied my stomach in knots and twice in the past month I'd gotten to thinking about her and had to run to a restroom in order to throw up. There were still no leads and I was getting goddamned pissed.

Then they did the athletic awards and presented the lettermen's jackets to our varsity players. I wasn't even listening when my name was called. Carl shoved me toward Coach Mitchell.

"What? I hardly played at all," I said as he handed me my jacket. It even fit.