- First Time
- Being a Man
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"No, what she said was that she felt cramped in her space there and I offered to let her use a spare bedroom I have."
"Have you got a pen? I can give you the number here and you can call her anytime. Well, let me amend that. Please don't call after ten in the evening. A call after then will wake the dog and he'll cry for a couple hours. He's starting to get old."
Mom gave her the number and the call ended.
"Speaking of the spare bedroom you mentioned, Mom. Where is it?"
"What do you mean where is it? You've been sleeping in it for years."
"You're putting Barb in my room?"
"And, in your bed. Either of you can sleep on the couch any night you want. I'm not saying you need to have sex. Barb and I slept together last night and we didn't have sex. You are adults. Make adult decisions."
Barb and I looked at each other and didn't say anything. Mom got up and went to work getting all of Barb's things moved in. All her bathroom stuff went into our shared bathroom.
I got sent to run errands and they did things and talked. At about five I was installing two new hooks on the back of the bathroom door when the phone rang. Mom answered and asked Barb to bring me the phone.
"Pete!"
"Ron. Did you see the excitement at the beach yesterday?"
"What excitement?" Barb was leaving the bathroom but stopped.
"Alex and Bob stripped Carol Hugelett in the ocean! They were showing everyone her suit on the bus."
"Where was Carol?"
"She stayed in the water. When the bus pulled out she was all alone in the water."
"You sound happy about it."
"Well, she teased everyone."
"Ron, When did she tease you?"
"You know what I mean!"
"She never teased me. She didn't tease you. Who did she tease?"
"All the guys she dated, Pete."
"And, of course, they never lie."
"You mean like Hector?"
"Yeah. I saw that. I believe that. But, listen to Alex or Jack? Their jersey numbers are also their IQ's. They went to the zoo and thought an ape was hot for them because she was naked."
"I saw her suit!"
"Or one like it." I said.
"Oh."
"What if next time all of us go swimming she shows up in that suit? What would that mean?"
"That Alex, Jack, Bob and Wally and whoever else said they were part of it lied. If we see her at school tomorrow, how did she get home naked from the beach?"
"The football brothers didn't think very far ahead. Did you see about the seventeen year old naked girl seen at the beach? It was on the news, pictures in the L.A. Times. I'll bet people got pictures with their cell phones."
"None of that."
"You want to spread rumors? Here's one. Those guys lied."
"I don't think that's a rumor."
"Hell, call the beach police. Ask if a teen was found on the beach yesterday naked. They would know."
He was gone. I hit the button and Barb sat on my lap. "Thanks. Those guys will catch it tomorrow."
"Do you remember where you got that suit?"
"I do. A little shop in Seal Beach. I got it last week."
"Call them see if they have another one. If they do we'll go get it and you can take it to school tomorrow."
She called and they had one left. We drove down and bought it.
On Monday morning I drove us to school. I parked on a side street behind the school. She walked one direction and I walked a different way. She walked right to the quad where all the popular people hang out. She walked up to a group and asked if they had heard the gossip being spread by Alex, Wally, Jack and Bob. They nodded. She asked, remember the suit I wore?"
More nods. She lifted her shirt and showed the bikini top worn in place of her bra.
"I think they lied. What do you think?" She lowered the shirt. I was far enough away I didn't hear what was said, but I saw the reaction. The crowd scattered. In the fifteen minutes before classes started she showed the bikini top five times. Then she went to the office and complained. An announcement was made clarifying that Carol was on the bus coming home. They would have had to admit liability for leaving her behind if she wasn't on the bus.
The four football players and the three girls who had said they participated found out that the administration didn't care if they graduated. They were bared from the ceremony. Carol-Barbara graduated. I graduated.
When we got home from graduation Barb showed me everything. I showed her things no one but Mom had seen, and she hadn't seen those things in years. That night we slept in our bed. Together. She didn't tease me at all. Well, maybe just a little. In the middle of the night she gave me my graduation present and I gave her mine.
At breakfast Mom said we might try to be a little quieter.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agonice little story about a good guy ,about as close to real as if it happened to you . not sure if it needs a part 2 to see if they stayed together ,etc.,etc.
Indulgemenow11 months agoNice to read a story about a person with good values, told by an author with a good knowledge of the English language and punctuation. Well done. Looking forward to your other stories.
I have written a couple of stories but lack the intestinal fortitude to submit them
Anonymousabout 1 year agoReal clean edited and written, a good & fast read story!
I grew up on a huge ranch, miles outside our very small, rural, remote hometown. 510 to 710 population, back in the late 50's thru early 70's.
Our whole school district was so tiny, so rural, that the year I graduated HS with my homeroom class, there was only 127 kids from 1st thru 12th grades!
If we'd of had the 79 passenger school buses back then, I see in big cities now, we coulda got most of the students in our whole school system on one bus and the rest would only filled half the seats on the second bus!
MY graduating senior class only handed diploma's out to 27 kids, (me inclusive). Most of us boys and a few of the most popular girls in our class, was hung-over from the kegger beer party we had the night before, floating down the middle of the river about 35 miles from town, in big truck tire inner-tubes, we had all lashed together, but I digress...
Odd thing about it, from what you wrote in this story author, though the kids in this LA HS senior class numbered well more kids than my whole school system had...I found it ironic, that us senior class boys, had the same trouble trying to date the real pretty and popular girls in our senior class, as these boys had in your story! Same exact reasons!
There were 15 girls in my senior HS class and 12 of us boys. Three or four girls were either ugly or fat or both. They dated no one, I ever saw them with, and 3 of them were really nice girls!
Only 2 of the girls in my senior class were real pretty and well built! One, the head cheerleader, the other, the most gorgeous girl in school! They dated our Varsity team Quarterback, or other sports team star jocks, and wouldn't even look at the rest of us guys.
The cheerleader queen-shit, was so stuck-up, held her nose so high up in the air, if it'd of rained hard, she'd woulda drowned! A real shit-ass to the rest of us guys in our class and HS!
The real gorgeous one, we was raised together from a very young age, our families got together to camp, and our parents to play cards and we did a lot of fun things together, our families, so we two, were good friends.
I finally got-up the courage to ask her out to a dance or two, our senior year. She was very sweet to me, refusing to date me, and the way she did it, showed she really liked me as a close friend, and kinda teased me enough after turning me down, so that I always wondered if she would date me some day. Of course, that never happened...
The rest of the girls often called themselves "Plain Jane's" they were "girl-next-door" young and cute and most well built...and...I did date a few of them!
But the real pretty girls, wouldn't give the rest of us boys the time of day! When we were standing right in front of them, they looked right through us other guys.
This authors story here, showed me, its the same still, to this day, even in the real huge big city schools!
What this very good, so enjoyable story made me realize, then ask myself, when I finished reading it the second time, was: How come the real gorgeous pretty and popular girls at senior class age, loved going out with the football, baseball and basket ball team captains or quarterbacks, but they didn't think the best jocks in other sports, they didn't seem to think of as jocks?
I mean...I was a long distance track and Cross-country runner all 4 years of HS. They would cheer me on, helping me run faster as I won race after race. Our senior year, I was Team Captain and won the championship in Cross-country for our school, my senior year! But that wouldn't buy me a date with the real pretty girls!
What gives, with that batch of shit? One star jock is as good as another...ain't they?
Not so, because I was a champion race winnin' jock myself, I asked the two prettiest girls out several times during our senior year and it was "No go!"
What seemed most ironic to me, is 3-4 years later, I was still using my champion running to put me at the top of my Spec Ops teams unit and wound-up in command, a few years later.
But none of the Jocks those two pretty gals would only date, went to college playing ball, or using their athletic skills. In fact, I don't think any of them went to UNI! A couple got AA degrees in agriculture at the local community college, but that was only a two year degree...Most just went out, got a job locally and went to work!
There's a whole bunch more very vivid memories of my senior year in high school, your great story, brought-up in me again! I graduated HS 50 years ago, so that only happens when the story is well written, evokes the memories out of the cobwebs in my old noggin', by a good author, who writes such a fun, good story, like this one!
5 Stars! Thank you, author!
