Chapter 33: A HUGE Step Forward, and NO Steps Back

No measure of ranting and raving at home could make a dent in the reality that MY first set of WHEELS had found a home in the driveway. She did everything she could to play me against it – especially after he drove away in our new Falcon to go to work Sunday evening. I was still on a tremendous high after the afternoon with four exciting girls, meaning nothing else mattered much at all. I hit the bed at about 11:00pm, still thinking about what had happened at Mai's house – as well as looking forward to having Carly and Carmen join me on Tuesday afternoon.

The two of them were apparently just as high, coming up to me at the bike rack as I arrived on Monday morning. Carly explained that they had talked for two hours on the phone on Sunday nite, and Carmen threw in that she had her driver bring her a little early, so she could be at the bike rack with us. It was fantastic to have both of them in my life, and that thought bounced around in my head as I stepped in to homeroom. About ten minutes after we all settled in, one of the little 7th grade messengers gave my teacher a note ... he brought it to my desk, and as soon he turned around, I opened it. The message was short and to the point: "Please come to Mr. Rankin's Office, 9:30" ... After reading the little blurb a second time, I started wondering "why" I was being called in. It didn't help that I had to sit thru a boring social studies class for an hour, while I was trying to guess what was up.

I got to skip math class – or at least the beginning of it, I figured – but that wasn't as big a thought as to just "what" was going on with the Principal. I showed the note to his secretary, and was summoned into his office five minutes after. Mr. Rankin greeted me and had me sit directly in front of his desk. When he had the secretary hold all his calls, I really sat up straight. He pulled a manila folder from a stack of papers, opened it, and scanned over the information on the top page.

He then calmly asked me to keep our conversation a secret, until I had met with my parents to make a decision on the offer he was about to make. He reviewed my academic ledger, even going back to fourth grade – at the legendary "Porter Elementary", a place that I had all but forgotten. He mentioned the National Honor Society -- a bunch of stuffed shirts that I all but avoided – then a few other facts & figures, before centering on the stat of my recording only two "B" grades in my two years in Junior High. It was all nice to hear, but not something I thought about very often. He then asked why I hadn't gone out for Basketball this year ... so I manufactured and massaged the truth, replying that "I decided to use the after school time to do jobs in my neighborhood, to make extra money for my family" ... not TOO much of a stretch, I hoped. "And also on weekends and holidays, I believe... ?", he inquired. I nodded "yes". "David, your teachers, your Counselor Mr. Sawyer, and even our good friend Mr. Wilder at the High School ... all give you high marks on your work and your mature attitude ... add to that, it's only because your birthday falls just a few days after the limit, that you are at 8th grade level – you're already 16, and high school age. I will also add that I am very impressed with you as an individual..." I started to breath a little easier, as I finally guessed this wasn't something bad ... then Mr. Rankin dropped the big one. "We will be entering the final quarter of the school year in a couple of weeks ... let me ask you, do you feel that straight "A's" is something you could accomplish between now and your final report card?" After I gave a confident "yes", the Principal closed the folder, put it aside, and proclaimed... "I recommend that you move from here, directly into 10th grade at the High School..." I was taken back by what he had just said, and was only able to utter one word... "Sophomore"... ?

"I want you to go home, discuss the opportunity with your parents, and let them know that if you accept this offer, I have full confidence you can make the jump forward with your studies without any problems. Then he leaned forward, as if to share a secret. "After all, 9th grade at the next school level is just a rehash of what we teach at 7th & 8th grade ... you'll still be around your friends from our school next year, so there's very little reorientation..." he remarked, as he smiled and sat back in his large padded chair. "Can you let me know by the end of this week? If you and your parents are a GO, then I'll start the process at this end..." then he teased, "Just keep the grades up, and behave yourself for the next three months, huh?" We both stood, and I gave a suddenly confident "Yes Sir, Thank You" when we shook hands. I was a little numb as I walked down the hallway ... then, so as not to stand out as a straggler, I ducked into the boys bathroom, and stared directly in the mirror. I muttered to my reflection, "THIS is a GREAT DAY". All I could think of in those first moments was driving my car to high school ... avoiding the "alleged" taunting and hazing I had heard was due all incoming Freshmen ... and, ultimately ... having my freedom one year earlier than I'd ever planned. DAMN, was I sitting on a powder keg ... I splashed some cold water on my face, and dotted it dry with a couple of paper towels – for on this LUCKY DAY, there WERE some towels in the dispenser ... I leaned against the wall and stared out the single window (at a solid brick wall, some five feet away, no less), thinking more about what it all meant. Then I told myself that this would NOT be shared with my Mom, but I would wait the day or two for my stepfather to return. After all, he was much more concerned about my future than my other parent ... who did nothing but "nit-pick" every little flaw in my life, day-by-day ... DAMMIT.

The classes, the in-between walks up and down the halls, the lunch break – I glided through all of it a very happy guy, thinking about nothing but what had gone down with Mr. Rankin at 9:30. Carly & Carmen came over at break, talking about getting together on Tuesday afternoon. I can assure you guys, that conversation was the only "interruption" in my thought pattern. Thought "1-A" jumped back into my brain (and pants), as I had the vision of having both of these loving, exciting girls in my arms. When they walked away following the warning bell, I thought of all the reasons I could to celebrate my good fortune. Near the top was my realization that I could have no better girls than these two ... no jealousies, no controversy, no complications at all.

When I pedaled to the High School for the latest episode of Driver Training, I felt like a "cyclist", not just a guy riding a bike ... HA! "She" had taken her seat already, so I slipped into my usual spot to her left, and behind her, far out of her field of vision. Mr. Wilder strode in to the classroom, and was as usual "Bigger than Life"... "OK Judy, OK David ... let's see who's been paying attention so far..." He handed out a two-sided sheet, with black-n-white pictures and questions – all about street & highway signs, and their meaning ... As he laughed, he remarked "NO, it's not about the Manual ... it's more about ME wanting to see how much you two notice, when your parents and friends drive you around. OK, you get ten minutes – let's so how you stand so far..." I took a quick scan of both sides of the paper, and figured that I could handle it. I'd spent quite a bit of time up and down the road, either beside one of my parents, or Mary (ummm!), as they drove me places. I finished the exercise about two minutes early ... and she finally did the same. Then our teacher told us, "exchange papers, and grade your partner's answers..." Judy strained in displeasure, as she was forced to switch the test sheets with me. I wondered if this girl would EVER show anything other than disgust – but I also didn't give a damn, what with my new agenda out in front of me...

It turned out that I had been a little more observant than my classmate. She missed 7 fairly easy questions, on the 25 part pop quiz. Mr. Wilder collected the sheets, and read the "X's" I had marked on Judy's test; then he flipped my sheet back and forth – then asked her "Did you grade his?" A barely audible "no wrong answers" was her grudging response. We then went thru two chapters of the Manual, with him lecturing about speed, defensive driving, and of course, the inevitable "fruits" ... At the end of class, he asked that Judy stay behind for a moment. As I was unlocking my bike to bolt away, Mr. Wilder came outside, saying "by Friday, we'll be behind the wheel, first here in the parking lot, then we go out on the roads..." I smiled at that, then he added "and I was happy to talk to Mr. Rankin about you, too..." Before I could voice my surprise and appreciation, he ducked back into the classroom. I was arranging my bike chain under my seat, when I heard him raise his voice. It was fairly easy to move my bike closer to the door, so I could hear more clearly what he was yelling about. Mr. Wilder was tearing into Judy, first for her attitude, then giving her a warning that this was her last chance to "get her license back" ... Now, that was a shocker ... so I quickly jumped on my bike and sped out of there, not wanting to eavesdrop any further.

I found I'd have to wait 'til Wednesday for my stepfather to get home. As usual I got the third degree for even asking, but I glossed over it – explaining that he had said he'd give me some engine info and other tips about the upkeep of the car, as soon as he got back. She reacted in a huff, and warned me that I should focus on my grades, instead of something I didn't need to be concerned with "for quite awhile" ... Ohhhh, it was great to sit in the CATBIRD's SEAT, I thought, as I went to my bedroom – presumably to follow her instructions. YO!

Tuesday the two sweethearts and I traded barbs about their upcoming visit, even predicting the outcome. Hell, accurate or not, it ALL sounded good to me. I straightened everything up at the house up the hill, even putting Pepsi's and chips on the counter and throwing a small cover on the makeshift "kitchen table"...

A car rolled up to the house at about 3:40, and BOTH girls got out, before the Driver coasted away. I greeted them at the back, and we hugged like crazy as soon as we were safely inside. I gave Carmen a quick tour of the mostly empty place, which now featured only a passable kitchen & bathroom, and a (more than) adequate bedroom, at least for the three of us. Then I proclaimed, "I came up here a few minutes early, and 'doggone it', the place is about where it should be at this point..." My two dark-haired girls snickered, then arm-in-arm, they excused themselves for a minute or two. I leaned on the counter's edge, thinking about every positive thing I could. I could hear the two girls giggling in the bathroom, and I wondered just what they were up to.

Soon they came out ... and HAAA!, they were both dressed in a single, thin, sexy shell of a garment ... a skimpy piece that was nearly as revealing as the one Mindy had surprised us all with on Sunday. I laughed out loud as both gave me a 360' preview, before reaching me ... Carly said, "We just wanted to see if you like US dressed like this as much as you did Mai's friend..." I lifted the bottoms of the shirts, and saw that both my girls still were in their panties. They pulled away, as if shocked at my boldness, and we all belly-laughed at the scene. Then I collected them both, and we went for the bedroom. The girls' first move was to undress me, and then they threw off their tops. I looked at their beautiful faces, hair, shoulders, and tits ... and felt like I was walking into heaven. The three of us lowered ourselves to the mattress, to immediately enjoy a three-way hug. With both their hands on my Dick, I kissed both girls, then we enjoyed a kiss among us. When I moved both hands to explore inside their panties, they laughed at my expression when they knew that I had found their wetness – Carly gave me a clever "we warmed up a little for you before we came out..."

They helped me by sliding down their panties, then they rose to their knees to put their tits in front of my face. I started with Carly, whose rack was so pretty and tasty. I licked her very slowly there, as I felt Carmen's tits fall in on both sides of my head, from behind. I kept at work on Carly, then caught the two girls sharing kisses above my head. I looked up and said "you two are incredible...", then I got my face turned around, and into the massive tits of Carmen. From behind my head, Carly reached around, and held them up as I kissed both her nipples, and those wide circles of pink surrounding them. Carmen rewarded my attention, with a deep kiss for me, swirling her tongue aggressively inside my mouth. Then Carly pulled my chin back toward her own tongue, keeping me busy for awhile. Carmen's fingernails were up and down my back, while Carly had both her hands on my shaft. I said, "wait a minute ... let me do something..." then I placed the girls, stretched out on their sides, and facing each other – scissoring their nice long legs, so they could finger each other freely. They propped themselves up with the remaining hand and arm, but buckled every few seconds in reaction to the fingering they were getting.

I simply moved around both girls, lightly kissing their ears, necks, and shoulders, while their work intensified. They stopped briefly to share a forceful kiss, then eased back and went to work. They were now breathing solely thru their mouths, as they got hotter for each other. Then I moved them in much closer, so they could do their best to rub their pussies together. The warmth and wetness down below, as they realized how good this special contact could be, gave them an additional charge. I then gently took their arm support away, and they were now flat on the mattress, but scooting even closer together to try and grind on each other. I waited 'til they started to moan, before taking my mouth and tongue south to please them both. I was able to fit my tongue perfectly between their slits and bushes, so that each girl could simultaneously feel that I was licking her. When I slipped each of my arms underneath their butts to bring the three of us even closer, they went into a near perfect explosion together – which is what I wanted all along.

When I eased up a little, I saw Carmen's arms folded across her eyes ... a look to my left revealed that Carly had covered her face with both hands, as she shook her head, back and forth. It was very difficult to move away from Carmen's massive rack, but I did the right thing and separated Carly's legs for our first FUCK in a couple of days ... I have to say that the beautiful "T" of hair above Carly's pussy was just as much a lure as Carmen's tits. Carmen followed me in my move toward Carly, running her hand softly across Carly's rack, while I fucked her with more and more power. Carly looked up at me saying "I love you", then looked at Carmen, telling her to kiss me. Carly went through every phase of being loved, before she boosted herself to a sitting position, opening her mouth. Right on cue, her best friend grabbed my Dick and started pumping it toward Carly's tongue. I would have given anything to prolong the moment, but I just could not resist this outpouring of affection from both beautiful girls. Carmen pumped my Dick very slowly, but when she read the wanting in my face, she moved much faster. Carly proved that she was ready, by grabbing the backs of my legs ... It was a mere second or two before I let go ... Carly took the small first bolt, then Carmen aimed me at her own mouth for shot #2 – always the longest and most powerful. She let go and put her hands over her mouth to enjoy what she received, then Carly grabbed me with both hands, taking my final two shots happily. The two girls then slammed their faces together for a passionate kiss, then gave me a little room to let me fall between them. In a couple of minutes, I gathered my energy, and slowly turned over to take both of them in an embrace. Their two legs over the top of mine nicely sealed our embrace When I turned to Carmen, she had the broadest possible smile on her face ... A look at Carly, and I got the same reaction. Carly reached across me, and told Carmen... "you know babe, you are part of us ... I love being with you as much as 'he' does... " The three of us laughed out loud at Carly's sarcastic use of the word ' HE '...

Then Carmen took my chin, asking "you ready for me... ?" Carly was already pulling my leg toward her; when Carmen saw this, she gave me light kisses down my left side, as she worked her way slowly to my soft Dick ... When she reached "ground zero", she took the smaller instrument in her mouth, covering me entirely. Carly joined her in the area, but did not touch me – she only stroked Carmen's shoulder and hair. Then Carmen withdrew a little, showing me a slightly firmer Dick (a damn good sign... !) and then pulled a special little move. She took one of my balls in her mouth, then managed to get both of them inside – without using her teeth ... this was a true feat, as I could feel her swirling tongue working on me during the moment. I started "oooing & ahhing", then Carmen let go of them very gently, so that Carly could start licking me there. Carmen rose to her knees, and stepped over my midsection, allowing Carly to stand up my Dick. Because Carmen was still very, very wet, the two girls were able to ease me into the Carmen's pussy. With that accomplished, Carmen raised up and shook her hair out, and tantalized me by cupping and playing with her large tits. She watched me intently as I observed her slowly move them around, even putting a finger on the tip of her nipples. Once she giggled at me, she started moving on my Dick, which was now coming to complete attention again. Carmen's purposeful rocking back-n-forth make me feel great...

I could still feel a wet tongue licking at my balls. Because Carly was doing her "dirty work" out of my sight, it felt even better. "You like Fucking me, Davey?", Carmen asked, as she dropped more weight on my rod. If she had pounded me in the stomach like that, it certainly would have knocked the breath out of me. Then she dropped her head a little, making her long hair almost block her face from me... "do it, Do IT..." she begged, and I began to boost my Dick straight up into her ... Carly had now come in alongside me, and admonished me to "FUCK HER HARD, NOWWW... ! I followed my orders (as if I could have resisted in any way whatsoever), lifted her with both my feet planted on the mattress, and gave the girl two hard upward shots of cream ... I held Carmen up in the air for a moment, then threw my feet out toward the end of the bed, allowing her to collapse on me. THIS DID take my breath – and since I was now accepting Carly's kisses, I had to stretch my face to the side, just to INHALE...

"You two are going to kill me one day..." I blurted out ... The two beauties lifted themselves up for a fun kiss – something like the modern day habit of "giving a high five", I guess. Carly sat up, pulling her hair behind her ears, and proclaimed... "wow, we made a lot of improvements in the house so far today..." Carmen sort of "jumped her" at that point, and the three of of wrestled on top of the mattress – that is – until I got my mouth on Carly's bouncing tits. Carmen saw this, and went directly behind her, to help "feed" her to me. Watching these two, and making love to them completely freed me of any secret fantasies, at that point. I thought for a split second that if the money in my wallet were enough, I'd put the three of us on a ship, and sail to "our island", to love and live forever.

Even though no words were necessary, we settled in each others' arms, agreeing that we shared a great love. Carmen had a phone within her grasp a few minutes later, and asked her Driver to come pick them up. I watched them drive away, thinking of the riches I had – and not just that wad of bills I had in my wallet.

Wednesday was to be an important day, in that I would start "applying" myself in classes – I wanted that move to 10th grade at the High School even more. Also, I figured it about time I should be showing up at the meetings of "The National Honor Society" after school. I was willing to go for it, and put best foot forward from this point on. In the midst of all this ambition, I still had Drivers Training today, AND ... I really hoped that I could share my secret with my stepfather later in the day, and get his backing.

So I paid more attention in class, and special respect for all the teachers, both in and out of the classroom. My two girls met me with the special treat of "brownies" during Lunch break ... it was a great surprise – and damn, they all but fed them to me. For a second, I toyed with the idea of telling them about my great luck, but remembered how I had to handle the whole thing. After school, I pedaled to DT, and once again I beat the big crowd (of two) to the classroom. Mr. Wilder came into the room, looked at his watch ... then asked if I had seen Judy. Then he caught himself at the end of his question, saying "Oh, that's right – you're not in school here – YET..." We both laughed at his humor, but then a kid knocked at the door, and walked in with a note ... Mr. Wilder read it, took his glasses off for a second, and reported... "I guess it's just us Guys today..."

We proceeded with the study of the Manual, with my instructor advising me to memorize the "breaking distances" at various speeds – as there would be questions on his "practice test", and then also on the exam given at the DMV office. He finally turned a desk around and sat directly in front of me, as we went thru the Manual, highlighting the items he said I'd need to know. This was a new approach to our classroom work, but near the halfway point of the session, he assured me he was picking up the pace so I could get the required class time in, and (in his words) "get it done". He said, "if there's any way you can get in a little time behind the wheel between now and Friday, try to – next time, we'll meet out front in the lot, get in some parking practice, and only spend a little time in here." His words got me excited even more about driving, then he happily said "suppose we get out of here, I'm getting a little hungry ... let's put a key in the door, and call it a day, huh?"

As I sped home, I realized that another piece of the puzzle had been added, and that I might actually be finishing the DT class the following week. I wondered for a second about Judy ... and figured that with what I heard, it was likely that she had her own set of problems, going way beyond Driver Training.

I reached the house, and saw the Falcon in the driveway, meaning that my "partner in crime" had returned. Not finding him in the house, I went down the hill to the basement door. I paused to look down farther, at Bev's house. It had been days since a sign of any activity there, so I wondered where the hell things stood with her.

When I popped open the basement door, I got a smile from the work bench. He was oiling a lawnmower engine, but quickly wiped his hands to give me his attention. I told my stepfather of my progress in DT, then opened up about the huge opportunity Mr. Rankin wanted to give me at school. My stepfather sat down on the chaise lounge, with a big grin on his face. After I finally stopped blabbing, he said... "You know, I never finished 8th grade myself ... this is a big thing for you, and for me too. I can't wait to tell my brothers and my sister, next time we go up to Virginia ... and my Mom & Dad, too" "So what do you think will happen here?", as I pointed up above us. "well, of course it's a GO, don't even worry about her ... when do you want to break the news, son?" I told him I'd tell Mr. Rankin that I was accepting ... then I supposed there would be a meeting of some sort soon at school. He said, "great job..." ... but then I continued, asking if he thought we could get out in the car for a little practice behind the wheel – explaining what was coming up at DT class on Friday. He wiped his hands a final time, and said "OK, let's go take a spin, and get started..." In a few minutes, he was driving us out further in the country ... we finished up in a little development with only a house here and there ... we were far enough out north of town, that the roads we were on were unpaved, and pretty much untraveled.

I found my stepfather to be a damn good instructor ... after all, he'd passed his test and driving skills part to get to run a big rig – which gave us our ticket to a comfortable life. He scoped out the streets, then put me behind the wheel on one of the dead-end roads. He showed me how steer correctly, how to use the foot pedals, and so many other things. After checking me out on the controls, he got out of the car and walked a distance away, and watched to see if I used good starting and stopping judgment – and sure enough, "breaking distance" was one of the things we talked about. But dark was closing in, and it cut our training short. On the way home, we talked about 10th grade, and the move to high school. I told him I thought I could handle it, and he agreed.

On Thursday morning, before I left to catch the bus ... he mentioned that IF he hadn't gotten a call to work by afternoon, he'd be there for me, so we could get back out there and drive again. I appreciated so much that he was into helping me ... at school, I continued to take a more positive attitude from class to class, while continuing to OOGLE my two girlfriends ... I might not have referred to them that way, but in our last two meetings, they had damn near become interchangeable, and showed that they were becoming closer to each other – something I found to be really exciting. At the end of our break, I passed by office and saw one of the office staff women posting something on the bulletin board in the hallway. She was not bad to look at, so I hung around for a second. The bold print on the flyer caught my eye, so I moved in for a better look. It was a reminder that the monthly meeting of The National Honor Society was to be at 4th period today in the main conference room in the Library. I had study hall on Tuesdays & Thursdays in the 4th period slot, but considered going today – for the first time ever. I figured I could probably survive the stuffed shirts likely to be there, but I also thought that if the teacher in charge saw me there, she might forward a positive comment to the Principal's office ... so thinking it was a solid move, when the time came I signed out of study hall with my destination now the Library.

It turned out to be a group of 14, comprised of mostly girls ... when I scanned the room it came to me that Carly & Carmen certainly "should" be in the room ... knowing their grades were way up there. Then I saw the two top guys in 8th grade, Ken Parsons & George Hyler. It was a virtual tie between the two, to see which would be the top guy in academics, and who would be a close second ... I had come to know both guys a little, and had already put them at opposite ends of the stick. Kenneth was a pretty cool guy, always playful and friendly to everyone. He was known as "Possum" to his close friends. Mr. Hyler, on the other hand, was pompous, over the top, and bragged constantly about his smarts. Never wanting to lower his standards, I knew of no one who called him their friend. Nevertheless, neither of the two had ever seen a "B" in their report card lives. My scan of the room continued, and I exchanged nods with the Association "moderator", Miss. McGranahan, who I knew was one of the Counselors. There was also a younger woman stationed in the back of the room, by herself with a notebook and pencil. She looked to have purposefully sat there – as if to take notes on the meeting.

I had no idea what was to follow in this session, so I just kept my mouth shut to take it all in. Miss McGranahan greeted the group, then made the announcement that she was getting married in a couple of weekends. "Possum" blurted out... "that's fantastic ... so, since we have had such a hard time with your name from Day #1, what will your new name be, ma'am?" The room erupted in laughs, but this was evidence of the type of character Ken was. He could throw in a one-liner here and there, without letting everyone know of his intellect. I noticed that the only non-impressed face in the room was that of Mr. Hyler, who scowled at the banter. Our moderator proudly said that she was to become "Mrs. Fletcher" ... this admission got her some applause, and we had a second laugh. I checked behind me and saw the other lady grinning too.

Then the hand of George Hyler went up ... the future Mrs. Fletcher asked if he had a question ... so Mr. Hyler stood up at his desk (unnecessarily), and proclaimed... "it's not a question ... in fact, I'd call it more of a statement..." Almost person by person, the room went into a "moan" at his pronouncement, with guys like Possum and I going into an obvious GAG at this pompous idiot. He said something about our need to get down to business, but then our moderator stood up, and said, "Sir, duly noted ... now take a seat..." We all liked the fact that she took control, and the rest of the session went by without further "grandstanding"from the little jerk ... though I think the most important subject that came up was some sort of fund-raiser. I hit the door first, once we were dismissed ... Possum stepped by me, making sure I saw him roll his eyes in further reaction to Hyler's ego trip. The girls (translation: bookworms) walked by, with some talking about a "study session" over the weekend ... I could have counseled them on what a REAL study session was like, but figured I'd bite my tongue on that subject.