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A Pal So Nice
By Dee Eon
Sitting cross-legged on the park's soft grass, I pretended to be
reading my eighth-grade bio book on my lap across from the honey blonde
looker reading a book resting atop a red tartan jumper's hem which was
stretched taut between nicely rounded caramel knees above sleek folded
lemon-yellow knee-highs that guarded like gates the yawning shadowy
cave below her full pleated skirt.
I knew there were lots of reasons far beyond standard politeness why I
shouldn't be peeking up Julie Ann Foster's skirt so, but being
captivated dismissed such annoying things. Besides, I was pretty sure
she knew my transgressions by the slight tug at the corner of her full
pearly lips whenever I had the feeling of my sneaky glances getting
caught. Indeed, I was certain that she even basked in it with the same
smug thrill I felt when other junior jocks spotted me with my coy beige
bunny. I felt like a white knight with his damsel, especially since
most the chicks our junior high couldn't hold a candle to her. Though
mixed Julie Ann was technically Negro, her caramel-hued features were
more Nordic than most white girls at school, kind of like a pretty
preteen Sydney "O.J" Simpson. I loved the delicate contrast of her
yellow socks and canary blouse against her creamy beige skin even more
than were she white, and what was just as cool was that she behaved and
acted exactly like a prissy well-mannered white girl, but I didn't let
mention that because I didn't know how she'd take it though I doubted
she'd be offended. Julie Ann simply wasn't hung-up with the race game
pigeonhole dictating her demeanor and tastes, even if her femininity
was a little quaint though sincere.
I heard the chimes of the ice cream cart. With a cute motion brushing
back several stray honey tendrils of her 'Alice In Wonderland' hairdo
from a rosy cheek, Julie Ann looked up with an innocent face of shy
suggestions
"Like a cone?" I promptly asked like a poodle jumping a hoop.
She tittered like her big sparkling hazel eyes. "Oh Peter, would you??
You're so kind!" she chimed with that soft, cute, breathy Southern
belle voice.
I liked how her nice sleek legginess cranked erect on her brown penny
loafers which skipped alongside me over to the ice cream vendor.
"A strawberry waffle cone with all the sprinkles - and a gumdrop cherry
on top!" I ordered the man with a wink at Julie Ann's coy smile and as
her pink tongue tortured her cone I felt a swell of pride. We sat on a
park bench and my eyes once so often slyly raided her exposed taut
lower thighs and knees and the cute little-girl way her lemon-clad
ankles crossed under her bench.
"This is so neat, being out here!" Julie Ann declared with giddy
gratitude. "Way way better than sneaking my backyard!"
"Told you you'd nothing to worry about!" I said, clucking at my prize
and victory. "We can go all kinds of places, like down the river or the
movies or the mall or just hang out."
"Oh, but I'm scared too! Being around so many people!"
"So what? I'll be there too," I stated, feeling like a knight escort to
a princess damsel who looked at me with sparkling gratitude then shied
around if unsure how to express her appreciation, but instead the
cheerful princess drained from her face as she caught sight of a boy
obviously being picked on by junior high bullies. The expression not
just of appall but meek horror in her face tweaked some kind of outrage
in me that her happiness was being so violated, so I jumped up and
sauntered down the grass to the trio.
"Hey, leave him alone!" I scolded the bigger jerks who snickered.
"Says who?"
"Says a guy who whipped the shit outta half my karate class and got a
karate tournament to go to this Saturday!" I barked and the two bullies
exchanged suddenly reconsidering looks.
"Butt out, this ain't nothing to do with you!" one snapped.
"I'm making it my business! If I hear from my cousin that you two are
pestering him again I'm gonna turn you two into carpets! Now you gonna
walk or they gonna carry you out??" I challenged and for a moment they
did a macho bravado defiance step forward then shrugged and gave the
kid a smirk and walked off.
"Thanks," the kid almost stammered, as though barely believing his
luck. "You're not really my cousin, are you?"
"No, but they don't know that, so they're not gonna pick on you again,"
I assured and he nodded and ran off, and as I watched him I felt a
funny smug swell in my chest, and it would've been totally sweet and
deserving hadn't I glimpsed back at the two creeps and guiltily saw how
familiar their swagger was. I turned to march back toward Julie Ann
under the tree; the wild crazy reason for my rehabilitation.
Yes, it was crazy that I could change so much for such an insanely sick
reason, but I'd been on Cloud Nine ever since discovering Julie Ann,
and for once all I'd been getting since were good guiltless feelings
free of derision and scorn. When I should've felt the least macho I
instead felt like John Wayne and Rambo rolled into one. Maybe because,
like a deer stunned in a car's headlights, it was so damn easy to
forget real things.
The expression on Julie Ann's face. You can't describe it, it looked so
movie star awesome, her hazel eyes so wide and dewy sparkling looking
up at me like she was gawking me all aglow in wonder and praise, almost
like a princess rescued by a knight. That face made my year because I
also knew I didn't just now score big in only her heart because I
sensed behind her fawning gaze a glint of sated vengeance which made me
feel awkwardly sorry and angry to see.
"Oh Peter! You're so - so wonderful - !!" she cried, her voice
choked with near-excitement and admiration, and apparently was so
caught up in it that she couldn't help it as her pearly lips suddenly
dipped forward to peck my startled hot cheek.
My heart and fly thumped.
Oh wow!!
"You're the neatest kindest friend I ever had, Peter! Ever!" Julie Ann
unabashedly asserted and muting a chest thump of thunder I beamed.
"And you're the - nicest!" I avowed and she giggled, feathery eyelashes
shyly fluttering aside. "I wanted to beat the snot outta those jerks,
but why spoil a nice day, huh?"
"I wouldn't have minded," she answered in a soft almost wistful voice
that took me aback with dismay.
"I thought you didn't like me fighting or - stuff," I clipped that off
because it delved a past that wouldn't do now. Her pouf short sleeves
lightly shrugged.
"I used to wish someone would come save me all the time," she voiced if
aloud to herself and I felt sorry and angry that someone who dare hit
on her so brutally.
"I know, Julie Ann. But if I hadn't met you, I would've still been
picking on shrimps and nerds too," I contritely admitted with equal
sincerity and she kind of nodded as though ever slightly disappointed
that I hadn't thrashed those guys then lifted dewy contrite eyes.
"If you were ever that bad you wouldn't be here by me," she stated like
a fact or challenge.
"Well, I was, till you turned me around."
"I didn't mean to."
"Well, you did, way more than I ever dreamed of," I said and she shyly
turned, mulling the park for a too long minute. "What you thinking of?
Com'on, what?"
She demurely shrugged but kept looking away. "I...I was just thinking,
how scared I was when you first came into my backyard while I was
dancing! I thought my dad came home early or it was a burglar!" she
admitted, gazing me with fond gratitude. "I thought I was safe and
hidden behind our fence, that no one would ever see me slip out to play
after school till my parents came home."
I chuckled. "Well, it's a good thing I heard you singing too loud that
day or I never would've peeked up your driveway."
"Yes, the wrong time!" she teased like a terrible moment gone later
turned sweet.
I shrugged. "So you were sneaking - er, borrowing clothes off the
neighbor's clothesline. Not like you were stealing nothing."
"I meant catching me changing, silly!"
I paused, reluctant to recollect that reality reminder, even though
Julie Ann's incongruous sight was kinda magical in its own way. "Well,
you were too nice to squeal on or tease or shit. Besides you were so
happy, I didn't want to spoil it. I'm sorry I scared you, but I just
had to come in and say how pretty you looked and how nice you sang,
whatever."
She blushed and shyly looked away a moment. "I feel like a princess
rescued from a dungeon," she said, facing me fondly. "I'll never forget
this, Peter. Ever."
"Well, that's sure a long time being - friends, huh?" I joked, in a way
wishing it was just a title more but skittish about pushing our status.
Julian Ann giggled and licked her creamy cone and my chest swelled two
sizes like the new tingly sensations in my fly.
Damn! I'm so glad I didn't tell, even though that's likely why she's
friends with me, like she owes me or something. But I can tell she's
really happy being out with someone else knows now instead of being
herself all shut in her room all alone. That would've been such a
waste! And look what I would've missed! A year or two of trying to
summon up the guts to ask some eighth-grade babe to be my friend -
probably moments before some junior high jock steals her! But no one's
going to steal Julie Ann away from me! She's my secret alone even if
they all don't even know it!
Smug, I glanced around for any drooling dudes and saw a gaggle of older
junior high girls strolling along a nearby lane, their nice plump
sweaters and blouses bouncing and jiggling. They caught sight of me
ogling their plump upswept gifts and giggled.
"Peter!" Julie Ann snapped as though peeved or annoyed with me before a
sweet sly grin crossed her face. "Wanna see something nice?"
"Nice? Like what?"
"You'll see!" she giggled. "Take off your socks."
"My what??"
"Do it!" her giggle urged, and bemused and kicked off my sneakers and
rolled off my socks.
"They're a little smelly -"
"They smell like flowers to me!" she tittered, "Now turn around!"
"Why?"
"Just do it - and don't turn back till I tell you!"
"Okay, okay!" I breathed, doing as I was told and only hearing the
faint rustle of fabric rolling another for a minute or so. I spotted a
guy with a dog far off who suddenly seemed to perk up and stare our way
as though seeing something startling behind me.
"Don't turn!!"
"Alright, alright!" I muttered, impatiently waiting.
"Okay, turn!" Julie Ann called and I turned then blinked aback,
noticing below her shy coy smile the new modest mounds gracing her
jumper's bodice.
"Oh wow!" I had to chuckle at Julie Ann's new development. "You look -
look like from ninth grade!" I sputtered to her coy titter.
"It doesn't look funny, does it?" she shyly asked with prissy vanity.
"I don't have any training bra."
"Looks okay. Nancy might've left some in her bottom drawer too when she
left for college, so I'll bring it tomorrow."
"Oh, you're so neat, Peter!" Julie Ann gushed, and I beamed and clucked
as I noticed some passing junior jocks giving Julie Ann double takes.
"In fact, I got an idea. Let's cruise the mall Saturday, okay?"
"You really want to?"
"Yeah. I'll ride you there on my bike!"
"Way cool!"
"In fact, next week my Boy Scout friend Larry's having a party. Like to
come?"
She perked, "A party? Sure - but, I got nothing to wear."
"Don't worry. Nancy's closet's got lots more old stuff I can give you
to keep for good since she's in college now!"
"Like that lacy peach party dress?" Julie Ann added with an envious
eye. "That'll go with those suede black pumps so nice!"
"You got it! Anything you want!" I promised her beaming face.
Yeah, I was looking forward to that! Driving a beige bunny wrapped in
fluffy peach pastels perched my bike's center rail between my steering
arms, her sleek ivory-filmed legs dangling with nice ankles and dress
pumps crossed like a coy mannered lady.
And all the guys we pass gawking like cows at a highway! Wishing they
were me, so lucky with a beige babe on the sly!
Yeah!
A wild thought flinging back to the dudes in my locker room came to
mind, all their wild unsubstantiated boasts of screwing cheerleaders
and class bimbettes in back stairwells and shit. Just being thirteen I
didn't really have all the dirty stud details, but I gathered enough
from ninth-grade jocks about chicks to envisage what having sex was
like and what you did, and while it was almost fanciful in concept, the
curiosity was like a pounding bated breath in me. Only a couple months
ago I was having wet dreams over booby blonde Joyce Shaeffer; no
mechanical details, just movie-gleaned moves and ideas, and lately I
was having the same about Julie Ann. I felt kinda uneasy about that
because she came across like an innocent wholesome farmer's daughter,
not some junior high bimbette strutting her boobs and navel, but now
Julie Ann seemed to be flirting the same way with this chest change.
Was she trying to tell me something? I mean, I respected her and stuff,
but if she was trying to entice me like other chicks...
Fuck, don't say you never dreamed it, guy! Sure, Julie Ann's nice and
sweet and all, but supposed she signaled me that it was okay to move on
her, really move on her, like some of my class chicklettes at my
buddies at school? Well...why not? Sure, I wasn't any James Bond expert
with chicks or even sat closer to a girl than with Nancy in a car, but
if Julie Ann really wanted to mess around...
My eyes strayed at her knees. Those wonderfully becoming and enchanting
knees and the modest peek of sleek adjoining thigh. All guys naturally
wonder what mysteries and delights lie in anticipation far up beyond
those huddled limbs, and my wet dreams of late were no exception
despite her innocent image. To my senses and budding libido, there was
no difference between Julie Ann Foster and Joyce Shaeffer...
Having real sex with Julie Ann!
Wonder what that'd be like!
Maybe some bigoted purist macho corner of my mind liked crashing
parties, but a hard reminder abruptly speared my exotic whimsy; 'No,
she ain't like Joyce way up them nice legs, fairy dude! What you gonna
do about that, huh?'
"What are you thinking of?" a sweet voice intruded to break my daze to
sheepishly shy my stare at her knees, though she was too polite to
admonish me about that if she sensed my captivation and reason. I
smiled at Julie Ann's awesome face.
No. Maybe she's - different in a way I shouldn't have to know or bother
with for a long time, like in high school, but for now it doesn't
matter squat. Just being together and looking her and way she stirs me
crazy is enough for now. How we'll mess around in the future could
wait.
I was about to conjure up a lame reply when a distant school horn
sounded. "Five o'clock already!" Julie Ann ruefully sighed. "Why can't
our folks work overtime all the time?"
"Don't worry. I'll be getting up real early Saturday for the whole
day!" I declared and promised and bubbly over, Julie Ann leaned to peck
my cheek and quickly got up while I was still stunned.
Wow!
I followed Julie Ann's cute leggy sashay and swaying skirt to the
park's bordering hedges at its barely trafficked corner and watched her
disappear behind the shrubbery and I turned my back and looked innocent
in keeping lookout and after ten minutes I heard the bushes rustle and
my sinking heart turned to see a scrawny eighth-grade beige-skinned guy
in baggy jeans and a hip-hop sweater and sneakers and short black
woolly hair emerge, hauling out a duffel bag which I jumped to grab.
"I'll get that, Julian," I said like a privileged caddy.
"Thanks," Julie Ann's twin brother softly said, looking at me with shy
fondness as though denying and amnesic of the last two hours. I sighed
over a grumble.
Julian was okay for a hang-around pal, but way too mousy for sports or
hanging around my other junior jock buddies. I secretly hoped that some
day God would make him go away so I could have Julie Ann all to myself
forever to show off to my friends and just to spend idle time gawking
at on the soft grass of a quiet park.
Yeah, that'd be so neat!
FIN
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