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Sunday afternoon I was back at the Hoffmans', this time it was Richie, Stan, and I lifting weights and talking in the garage.
"So Stan is hooked up with my sister, and Michelle is after Johnny. I guess that means I have to ask Katrina out," Richie said.
Stan and I gawked at him trying to figure out if he was serious. Richie was the Romeo of our little posse, an accomplished ladies man. But still, this was Katrina Pulaski he was talking about so nonchalantly. Katrina was about as far out of our league as Paris Hilton. I started to say something and Richie held up his hand.
"I won't break her heart, I promise," Richie said. "Now all we need is a plan."
You'll notice that Richie has no shortage of self-esteem. Richie had been like that from the time we were in third grade. I suppose it's genetic or hereditary because his entire family is that way. The Caldwells are part of the beautiful people country club set. Richie's (Richard Drake Caldwell's) father Jack is the general manager of TnT Ford, the largest Ford dealership in the nation. His Mother, Denise Drake, is a former University of Florida cheerleader and Homecoming Queen. She is now a local television personality who co-hosts the Palmdale Fox television affiliate's morning show. Richie is a handsome dude; he has perfect blonde hair, dazzlingly white teeth, dark blue eyes and a flawless complexion. If he had any faults it was that he wasn't very tall, he stood about five-eight. To make up for that slight Mother Nature whipped him up a taut, slimly muscular swimmers body and the grace of Mikhail Baryshnikov.
At the mention of a plan, both boys eyed me expectantly. I was the unofficial leader of the great triumvirate and it was to me they looked when a scheme was needed.
I sighed, "Are you sure about this Richie? The Moose is perfectly capable of twisting your head off if you piss her off."
Richie smiled and answered, "I know that, that's part of the allure; yes I'm positive."
What I said about my sister twisting his head off was literally true. Katrina has studied martial arts since she was nine. When other girls her age were taking dance or gymnastics, Katrina was working her way towards black belts in taekwondo and judo. Katrina started competing in tournaments at the age of eleven and at twelve was the US Amateur Athletic Union junior champion in judo. She had a relentlessly aggressive style and knew her stuff. I figured Katrina was as safe from Richie or any other male as she wanted to be.
"I'll work on it," I said, "but don't expect any miracles."
The semester was coming to an end and Christmas break was looming as we headed back to school after Thanksgiving. I was stuffing my head full of facts nightly preparing for mid terms. I did well in school and took all honors courses but I had to work at it. I called Rachael Monday night and we talked for an hour. She said she missed me a lot but couldn't come down the following weekend because of midterms. She was really applying herself and wanted the best grades she could get. I was disappointed and told her so, but I also told her that around my house school came first so I understood.
With a free weekend coming up I turned my attention to a plan to get Richie together with Katrina. I thought for a while and a glimmer of an idea came to me. I called Richie.
"Richie, do you guys still have the houseboat out on Lake Jessup?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well suppose you asked your parents about having a party on it this weekend, would they let you?"
"I guess."
"Further suppose you said you wouldn't need any parents there because my sister was chaperoning."
"I'm on it," he said excitedly.
I'd leave conning parents into the plan in Richie's capable hands; he could sling a load of crap bigger than a tugboat could pull. I had full faith in his ability to con his parents into about anything. I next called Stan and asked him if he thought his folks would go for Michelle and him going too. Stan thought that it would be no problem. All he had to do was to guarantee no drinking or drugs. As further camouflage, he said he would say the invitation included his older brother Evan and then make sure Evan begged off. The Evan angle was perfect, I told him to talk to Evan right now. By nine that evening Richie had the houseboat with even a catered lunch provided by the marina and Stan had secured all the permissions at his end. Now it was up to me to get Katrina to go for it.
I walked to her room and knocked on the door.
"Hey Moose, got a minute?"
She called me in and spun her desk chair around.
"What's up, Runt?"
I began the delicate task of telling Katrina the truth without telling her Richie's plan.
"Rachael has to study for midterms this weekend and can't come down. I have a chance for a date with another girl but I need your help."
Katrina jumped on the other girl thing, as I knew she would. She really was uncomfortable about my relationship with Rachael for some reason.
"Who is the other girl?"
"Michelle Hoffman."
She nodded in approval, "nice girl, cute and more your speed too."
"Yeah, well, if we can't get someone older to go with us it won't happen. Richie wants to spend Saturday on their houseboat with Stan, Jenny, Michelle, me, him and his date. His parents are okay with it as long as someone older is along. We are trying to eliminate having parents hovering around, Evan can't go because he's got something going for Saturday already. I was hoping you'd help us out. I know it will be boring for you but the boat is huge and we wont bother you."
Boy did I sound sincere and just the right touch desperate. (Please notice that every word I spoke was technically the truth. Aha, you say, the part about Richie having a date was a lie. Well Mr. Prosecutor, what do you think I was working on now? And as further evidence I submit that I named no names.) Katrina sat there for a minute looking at me, pondering her answer. I had put her on the spot, she had to either give up a Saturday or leave me more firmly in Rachael's clutches. Have you ever noticed that really smart young people sometimes over think a problem? I could see the wheels turning as she decided to sacrifice a day to 'rescue' me.
"Okay bro, I'll do it for you, but don't make me make you regret you asked."
"Thanks Katrina, I'll owe you big time."
I called Richie and told him my part was done; the rest was up to him. I had a momentary pang of conscience about tricking Katrina but all in all it was not a big thing. I figured the worst that could happen was she'd spend all day with her laptop working on some project she always had going. And who knows, she might actually have a good time.
Even though we were knee deep in midterms, football practice still happened. Friday night was our conference playoff game and coach was driving us hard. We had a good team but we were far from dominating. The playoffs were going to be an uphill battle. Our chances for advancing took a serious hit Wednesday when two of our linebackers got busted for joyriding in a stolen car. That afternoon as we were lining up for calisthenics, Coach Boyette pulled me aside.
"Practice with the linebackers today Pulaski, and you'd better be balls to the walls."
Wow, Palmdale was famous for producing linebackers, we were like the Penn State of Florida prep football. The coach was giving me a serious opportunity. I practiced exactly as he expected, hurtling myself all over the field with complete kamikaze abandon.
Friday night's game started on a wretchedly sour note when our middle linebacker went out on the second play from scrimmage. He dislocated his shoulder when he and a crossing tight end collided accidentally on a play going in the opposite direction. In our defensive scheme the middle line backer was defensive play caller and our best athlete; it was a devastating loss. Coach called a time out and revised our defensive line. He brought up one of our cornerbacks as a linebacker and put me in the other spot. We were now playing with four linebackers and only one safety. We held together pretty good in the first half with coach signaling the defensive alignments from the sidelines. We went into the locker room trailing 14-10. I was playing a solid game, nothing spectacular but I was holding my own.
In the second half the Daytona team exploited our makeshift defense by passing the ball on nearly every down. They ran us ragged and scored on a couple of long bombs. When we trudged off the field it was on the losing end of a 34-17 score. I was sore, beat up and dejected. Coach Boyette gave us a hold your head high speech and that was it for our season. I sure could have used Rachael's company that night.
The Saturday after our game dawned clear and warm, a late Indian Summer day that makes you glad you live in Florida. Richie told us to be ready by nine so Katrina and I were in the kitchen with our backpacks when the doorbell rang. When we hit the door Richie was waiting, with a sweeping gesture he pointed to a stretch Lincoln limousine waiting at the curb. Katrina's eyebrows worked up and down as Richie chivalrously took her backpack and led us away.
When I told Katrina the Caldwell's houseboat was big I wasn't kidding. It was a fiberglass two-story wonder, fifty feet long and twenty feet wide. It was moored at a fairly swank marina at the tee shaped end of a long dock. The boat was actually owned by the dealership that Richie's dad ran; it was a floating party barge for entertaining clients. Even Katrina was impressed. Richie was the perfect host, he showed us around the boat, pointing out the staterooms and telling us to throw our backpacks into one of them. Richie had explained his lack of a date on the ride over so when we were all out on the fan deck squeezing into wet suits to go jet skiing, he naturally paired up with Katrina.
We speed around the lake for an hour on the small two person jet boats that were tied to the stern of the houseboat. Katrina loved powering around the lake with a happy Richie snuggled up to her back. When we were back on the houseboat, Richie sent us to change while he cranked up the grill. You had to give it to the boy; he took my idea and ran with it. It was amazing that he was able to throw all this together in a week. Richie burned some burgers and dogs on the grill and pulled some salads out of the fridge. Katrina had loosened up and was talking and joking with us as we ate.
Richie and Katrina fueled up the jet skis and went riding again while the rest of us went into the boat's lounge and found the Florida football game on the big screen. Stan and Jenny slipped off after about twenty minutes leaving Michelle and me cuddled on the couch.
"Having a good time Shelly?" I asked.
Her eyes were sparking when she answered, "I'm having a wonderful time Johnny, this is sooo romantic."
"Jenny and your brother seem to be hitting it off, how's it going with them?"
"I think they are further along than us. Jenny is like thinking about going all the way very soon."
I hadn't expected that much information. "Hmmm'" was my lame response.
"Now tell me about Richie and your Sister."
"I have no idea what's going on other than they seem to be getting along okay."
"I've never seen your sister so relaxed and friendly, she is the most intense person I've ever met."
"She is a really nice person, Shelly, she's just so focused it seems like she never relaxes. I'm really glad she's having fun."
We made out a while on the couch but I kept it from getting too hot and heavy. Michelle was a little disappointed until I told her that we were just getting warmed up and I wanted to save the really good stuff for later. Just as the dusk was gathering over the lake Katrina and Richie roared up. We all went down and helped secure the water craft and square away the fantail then we went to change for dinner. Amazing Richie had made reservations for us at the marina. We had a nice meal and strolled back to the boat about seven. It was beautiful out there on the water as a big hunter's moon lanced a brilliant shaft of moonlight across the deck.
We were all standing at the railing looking at the moon when I noticed that Richie had his arm around Katrina and she was leaning against him. While I was staring in disbelief, Jenny slipped into the lounge and started some soft romantic music piping out onto the deck. It only seemed natural to pull Michelle to me and start to sway to the music. When I looked around the other two couples had the same idea. We were scattered around the large deck, each couple cocooned in a soft pool of darkness. Michelle turned her face up and we kissed as we danced. When she broke the kiss she pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.
"We are going to go inside in a while and find an empty room. Then I'm going to trust you to keep me from letting you do what I want you to do."
We danced for another ten minutes then slipped inside. I glanced at Katrina and Richie as we passed through the doors. She had her head on his shoulder and was molded tightly against him. His hands were resting on the flare of her sleek hips, his lips softly on her exposed neck.
I forgot all about my sister when Michelle snicked home the lock on the stateroom door. We fell on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. I know I keep saying this but — the next hour and a half was the highlight of my life up to that point. Before it was over I had my hands and lips on every square inch of Shelly's delicious body. And her body was a work of art. She was well padded everywhere, yet you could feel firm muscles underneath. Her breasts were perky for their size and weigh, the firmness of youth defying gravity. Her little mound was covered with a neatly groomed thatch of silky blonde hair. Her ass was shapely and blemish free until I put a hickey on it at her insistence.
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