Graduation Summer Ch. 01

CC came over and stood in front of me. Her D size mounds at face level as she looked down at me.

"OK. Rules for claiming your prize, again, no touching from your side and a two minute time limit. Which starts now," as she grinned down at me.

CC pressed her mounds into my face and again slowly dragged them down my chest until she was sitting squarely on my lap with those soft breasts now firmly pressed against my chest as she looked at me and grinned a shit-eating grin.

"Just think, we could have done all of this earlier in the year, if you'd just been braver. It would have been fun, for both of us," she grinned as she moved back and forth dragging those full mounds across my chest.

CC ground her lips against mine as her tongue invaded my mouth as her mound ground against the base of my hardness. Her breasts now smashed against my chest.

I don't know how long it went. I just remembered there was a two minute time. All of a sudden I heard:

"Thirty seconds."

Just then I felt CC's hand go down between us as she squeezed my hardness through my shorts is it laid against my right thigh. Her fingers traced the length like she trying to gauge the size. Her head shot up. Eyes wide open.

"I think we have a winner!!" as she shouted to her friends and everybody else who was within ear shot. I hoped my parents didn't hear that.

I never thought of myself as overly endowed. Cindy was the first girl to touch me when I was hard and she had no prospective, and guys don't go around hard. In the showers, I was the same as everybody else. So, again, I had no prospective. CC obviously had along with the others.

She jumped off me as I sat there for a stunned moment as she pulled me to my feet facing the bon fire. All I heard were girls: "Oh my God!!", "Will you look at that?", "Who would have thought?"

The guys gave a huge roar. I guess that explains the shouts I heard earlier from my parent's I looked over at Chris and Rita. They were both standing there, their gazes moving between my eyes and my bulge. When our eyes locked I was even more embarrassed. Chris had a slight grin. Rita could sense my embarrassment and had a non-expression look. Bev was off to the side with a bunch of girls and looked up at me, and then my bulge, then back at me. She didn't smile, just had kind of a 'pained' look, like she felt my embarrassment.

Judy, CC, Bonny, and Cheryl all came over and gave me a final hug and said thanks for playing, being a good sport, and following the rules. CC did linger and once again whispered into my ear, "We could've had fun. We still can. Call me, if you want to." And that was that, as I was left standing there my bulge not diminishing as quickly as I would have liked.

I took a big swig out of my cup and went back to Dick, who was grinning ear to ear.

"Told you it'd be fun."

I finished my beer and headed toward my dad's truck, which was a little ways back from the fire. After what just happened, I just wanted to be in my bed. If I never saw any of these people again, it would have been fine with me. About half way there I heard, "Bill! Wait up!"

I turned. It was Rita. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard and sighed. Now what?

"Where are you going?"

I looked at her as she stopped a couple of feet away from me, "Home. I think I've embarrassed myself enough for one evening. I hope I didn't embarrass you too much," I said softly as I looked to the ground.

"It looked to me like you were having fun, and from what I could tell, you certainly don't seem to have anything to be embarrassed about," she grinned, but the grin disappeared as she sharply added, "Besides, why would you think that I would be embarrassed, and second, why would you care?"

The sharp tone took me by surprise as I backed up a bit, again considering my option to just turn and leave. Instead, I looked back up at her and paused as a couple of guys passed by. Once out of ear shot, I continued, "Rita, I've always cared about you, from a distance, and what you thought of me. Although in my world I figured I was invisible to you. That you could have cared less how I felt about you," it was my turn for some tone in my voice.

"There was a time when that was true. But, I find that hard to believe that now, given our past: me ignoring you, not giving a crap about you, turning you down for a date that you're still concerned about embarrassing me?" it was now kind of an incredulous tone, but a tone none the less.

I again contemplated just turning and continuing on home to the comfort of my bed. I didn't need this, here and now. Instead, and making a decision that would change my summer, I looked back at her as she stood with her arms crossed across her chest with her back towards the glow of the bon fire so I couldn't read her expression. "Yes. Even after all of that, I kind of understood. Looking back, I know that as an immature kid who was trying to get your attention for years, that I had said things that I know had hurt your feelings. And..."

"Wait. Is there someplace we can go to talk?" the tone was gone. It was now more of a softer quieter voice. I was still considering leaving, but figured 'Why not'.

Sighing, "My dad's truck is back here."

We walked to the truck in silence. I opened the passenger door and she stepped in. I went around and got in the other side. Rita had slid to the middle of the seat but still leaving a respectable space between us as we sat in silence for a few minutes, each gathering our own thoughts as we stared out of the windshield and into the dark night with the glow of the distant bon fire providing a very soft and dim light against her face.

She was the first to break the silence as she let out a sigh and softly said, "That was in eighth grade... And yes, you had really hurt my feelings. I could never figure out why you did that. I Never did anything to you, and I hated you for it. I know that's a strong word but it's true. For a long time I didn't want anything to do with you. Any time when you would embarrass yourself, I would inwardly laugh to myself. Then when you were elected for president of our church youth group over me that hurt too. It wasn't so much that you were elected over me. What hurt was that, while I figured that all of the guys had voted for you, I had heard the vote count and figured that a few of the girls had also voted for you. That wasn't your fault. But it still hurt."

A couple of times her voice cracked, and I felt like somebody had punched me in the gut.

Looking over at her it was my turn to let out a sigh, "If you felt all of those things, then why did you chase me down a few minutes ago and are you sitting here, with me, now?"

Taking a deep breath, "Fair question. We've been taught in our Sunday school and church to forgive. I didn't consciously, forgive you, but the hate subsided. Anyway, freshman year and most of my sophomore year it's like you said, you were invisible to me. Even at our church group, I could feel you trying to get 'closer' to me, but I wanted nothing to do with you. I knew you had gone out for a couple of sports, but weren't that good at it. I really didn't care, not that I was into jocks or anything. I just didn't care about you.

"The end of our sophomore year I heard you had been asked by a senior girl to take her to the prom, as nobody in her class had asked her. We both knew her, as she was the president of our church group before you. She was a nice person, but in all reality not really good looking. I'm not trying to sound shallow or caddy, it's just the way it was. When I heard you had agreed, I thought to myself that was a nice thing to do. You could've turned her down. I hope you didn't get any ribbing from it from the guys."

"Actually, her mom had contacted my mom and that got things started. There was also her friend, Linda that Terry was going to go also. So, it was to be kind of a 'double date' as she didn't' have a date either. After the Post Prom, the four of us were going to hang out at Linda's house, with some breakfast, until the curfew was lifted, which, it think was 6:00. I thought about it and figured, 'why not'. She was a nice person. We even danced a few dances. In the end, it was fun, and I got to experience the prom with a tux and the whole corsage thing as a sophomore, and, no, nobody gave me any ribbing. "

Rita continued, "It was probably her first date, and it sounds like you made it a nice experience.

"It seemed like you always had dates for the big dances. You took that girl that went to Marion Catholic to an FFA Valentines dance. I know that Bev had wanted you to ask her, she flirted with you, and was disappointed that you didn't. Then you went to a dance with her friend Pat, which you turned down your neighbor, Gwen, who had already asked you and you had said 'yes'. That was pretty shitty. So, my opinion of you became less positive. Then Melony asked you to a GAA hayride. I knew she liked you too, but you never asked her out after that. All of those dances and I was never asked. Was probably never even considered. I don't know why, but I felt a little left out, but I realized it was my own fault. I never gave you any signs that I was interested, however, I suppose if I had wanted to, I could have asked you to that GAA hayride. Just didn't. I don't know what you would have said, and didn't want to take that chance. Didn't want to put myself out there to be embarrassed, or hurt, again."

"You took CC out a few times and then to the junior prom after which she dumped you. I had heard her joking with some of her friends that you were too shy and never even tried to kiss her. I guess that made me look at you differently too. You really liked her and were not going out with her just because she had big boobs that you might have some fun with like all her previous guys. I won't call them 'boyfriends'. So, I guess I started to form the opinion that you really were a nice guy. Shy. But a nice decent guy. But our past still haunted me. So I stayed away.

Taking a deep breath, she continued as she continued staring out the windshield, never making eye contact.

"Earlier this year, I heard you won an essay contest that our English lit class voted not to participate in. The teacher was not happy about our decision and piled on some extra homework. For some reason, I was inwardly pleased at your success. Don't know why. I just was. Maybe it's true what they say, 'Time heals all wounds'.

"Chris had you for a lab partner earlier this year. To be honest, she wasn't thrilled. She knew about OUR past and how I felt about you back then. She also was hoping that she wouldn't be the one carrying the load on the project. As the project progressed, she kept telling me how much fun it was having you as her lab partner. That, at times, she felt you were carrying her. That you were funny, treated her with respect, and genuinely liked her and would have done anything she had asked you to do. Still shy. I think she would have gone out with you if you had asked. Although that may have been hard for me; to see my best friend out on a date, with you," sighing, "But would have gotten over it if it made it her happy. However, I knew that if you hurt her I would never forgive you. But, since it never happened no big deal," shrugging her shoulders. "But, I did start to look at you in a newer and kinder light."

"Did she tell you that she was my girlfriend in either first or second grade?" I asked.

"Really??"

"Yeah. I sat in front of her and she was such a good colorer that I would match my colors to whatever she would do."

"That's funny. I'll have to ask her about that," I could hear the smile, maybe we were making progress.

She continued in her soft voice, "Then you started going out with Cindy. I just thought that you could do better. Nothing against her personally, as I didn't even know her. You were college material. She wasn't. I don't know what the attraction was. First crush? Big boobs? Experience? Then I thought if it was just for the experience then you were just as much of a jerk as a lot of guys, but a large part of me didn't believe that. I think you truly did like her. Anyway, I just was thinking again at the time that I wished we had connected. But then, again, I never gave you any signs what so ever. I don't even know if you would have been interested. Like I said earlier, I didn't want to put myself out there.

"So, back to your question; 'why am I sitting here, with you, now?'

Sighing deeply she continued, still looking forward, "After watching what those girls, and especially what CC did to you at the fire I was truly embarrassed for you. I had watched them do similar things to other guys earlier... but never to the point of THAT degree of embarrassment. Plus, it wasn't the same with the other guys. I mean I didn't really care about them. It was funny at the moment. Then, I saw you look over at me and the look on your face was like you were looking for a hole to climb into. When I saw you walking away I figured you were leaving and I don't know why, but I said to myself, 'Go catch up with him. Talk to him. Will probably be the last time you have the chance'. Maybe I just wanted to clear the air before we all go off to school. Like I said I don't know why I thought that. I could have just stayed back there, enjoyed the rest of the evening, had fun, gone home and would probably never have seen you again. Ever."

Taking a deep breath, "But something hit me back there; seeing you vulnerable in that situation. The thought crossed my mind that years ago, I would have delighted in seeing that, but not now. I don't know. Something changed tonight. I mean when you first arrived I saw Chris going toward you so I followed. She gave you a big hug, could have been the beer, then I thought 'why not' so I hugged you too. Not as much as Chris, but still a hug. I have to admit; it felt nice. If Chris hadn't gone over to you, I probably wouldn't have either."

Taking another deep sigh, "So, here I am," as she finally turned and looked at me. I had been watching her the last few minutes. The soft light on her face displayed a tear before she reached up to wipe it away with the back of her hand as she softly sniffled.

I sat there quietly to gather my thoughts and to absorb everything she just laid out; basically baring her soul to me before turning to her, "For someone who says I was invisible, you sure seemed to have taken notice of what was going on in my life."

"Yeah, kind of sounds like that doesn't it? I can't explain it. These things are just popping into my head now. I haven't thought of them in a long time. Feelings. Hidden feelings."

I swallowed hard, "Wow. I never knew. And yeah; I had kind of written you off after you turned me down for that date. I think your excuse was 'Joan and I always do something together'. That kind of hurt. It was like you could have said that you had to clean your room as to why you wouldn't go out with me."

"I said that? I mean, that was how I answered you? I can't believe you remember that; but now that I think about it, it was probably still my hurtfulness coming out. My chance to hurt you. To lash out at you. To be a bitch!"

After a few quiet moments later, I turned and gazed out the windshield and sighed, "Rita, I'm truly sorry about eighth grade. Like I said, I was an immature kid trying to get the attention of a girl that I thought was cute and that I really admired. Well, I guess I DID get your attention, but, not in the way I had intended or hoped. All I can say now is that I'm truly sorry and if..."

"Wait. You just said you thought I was cute? In eighth grade? I was a skinny girl with no boobs, actually I still don't have any boobs, but with those glasses and frizzy hair?" she said with a slight chuckle. "Besides, later there were a lot of girls that would have gone out with you if you had just asked them. Chris for one, like I said. Instead, you chose Cindy. Why were you so interested in me?"

I turned and looked at her, as she was still looking at me, "In the years that followed, I loved listening to you talk and laugh at our church group. You were funny and smart. You were in some AP classes - I wasn't. You had incredible legs. Long. Smooth. Tanned. I loved walking behind you and watching the bottom of your dress as it moved across the back of your knees. And, YES, I thought you were good looking, and boobs don't make a girl.

"Those early high school years I would gaze upon you from a distance, and could only dream of what could have been, if I hadn't been such a jerk." sighing, "yes, there were times when our youth group would meet and there would only be a few of us there, which I loved. That way, I thought I could be closer to you. Then there was the one time you actually sat on my lap. I was in heaven. I don't know if you remember that. It doesn't now matter anyway."

A few moments passed in silence, before I continued, "A couple of years ago, there was a song by The Association called 'Cherish'. Every time I heard it I thought of you. Kind of corny huh?

"Don't know if you remember it, but it went like this", as I looked at her and softly spoke the lyrics. My voice cracking a few times.

'Cherish is the word I use to describe

All the feeling that I have

Hiding here for you inside

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I had told you

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I could hold you

You don't know how many times

I've wished that I could

Mold you into someone who could

Cherish me as much as I cherish you...

...And I do

Cherish you

And I do

Cherish you

Cherish is the word'

We sat there for a few moments. In the darkness I could see her wipe away a couple of tears as she sniffled. I leaned over to gently kiss her cheek. As I pulled back, to my relief and surprise, she then turned, leaned over, and our lips met. Our first kiss began with a tentative brush of the lips as first kisses often do. The spark was enough to draw us into further passion as if stepping off a cliff and into a deep fall.

We broke the kiss and she looked at me, "Corny? NO! I never knew. I suspected when you asked me out and other vibes. But I never knew how much you really thought of me. Never that emotional. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY has ever said anything like that to me, and I could tell that you really felt it. If it had been anyone else who said that I would have thought they were just saying it... But you really meant it... You really memorized the song? About me?" this time I could hear the smile in her voice.

We kissed again. This time with passion. Our tongues probing each other. I stoked her wet cheek as she pulled me into her. Sitting the way we were prevented full body contact, but I was fine with just holding her. I ran my hand up and down her back and across the thin bra strap.

"Rita, can we start over? I mean forget OUR past? Mend our past?"

A few more quiet moments pass before I whispered, "There's a saying that I read someplace. Would you like to hear it?"

"I'd love to," her voice cracking.

"They say yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery but today, today is a gift," I softly said, as I looked at her and took her hand smiling, encasing it gently with my own. "That's why we call it the present."

Turning, she softly said, "Thank you. And thank you so much for these last few minutes, clearing the air, mending our fences. I feel better. I feel better about you. Much better. I know it's only been an hour or so, but I wish we could have had this conversation earlier. Like a lot earlier: maybe months, or even years earlier. Who knows where we would have been, or be today? A lot of 'what if's'," sighing, "But, would you kiss me again? I really want to feel close to you right now. Don't know why. I just do. Maybe it was your song - Cherish."