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I love springtime in Florida. From about the middle of March until early June the weather is perfect. The humidity is low with temperatures rising to the mid eighties during the day, and dropping into the sixties at night. College spring break begins in late March, first for the Canadian then for the US schools. The college kids hit the beach about the same time that we locals start spending more time on them. If we wanted to check out the college talent we drove a dozen miles north to Daytona; if we wanted to enjoy the beach we stayed in Palmdale.
It was during Palmdale High's spring break that I found the next female that resonated with me. When I say I found her I meant that I discovered the link, I already knew her and had for seven years. Us finding each other was an exhilarating and yet highly vexing situation. You see, the woman in question was Denise Drake, Richie and Jen Caldwell's mother.
On the first day of spring break I was at loose ends so I grabbed my bathing suit and cruised over to Richie's house on my bike. Richie wasn't at home but his mom said I was welcome to use the pool. Mrs. Drake looked sort of unhappy so I asked her to join me in the pool.
"You don't want to be bothered by an old woman like me, ' she said sadly.
I put my hand on her arm to tell her that wasn't true when I felt the tingle that let me know I was with someone on my personal wavelength. I squeezed her arm slightly and amended what I was going to say.
"That's comical Ms D, cause you are the prettiest mom in town."
I radiated every iota of sincerity I could muster in my voice and touch. It worked. She gave me a tentative smile.
"Okay but just for a little while, you sweet talker you."
I went out to the pool while she went to get her suit. I was floating on my back when she knifed into the pool and came up beside me. Denise was a petite woman, probably less than five feet three. She couldn't weigh much more than a hundred pounds. Jen and Richie were both short like her. She had a nice figure, largish breasts compared to her small frame and womanly flaring hips in proportion to her size. She was wearing a black one-piece bathing suit, as was her conservative nature. She always dressed well but, I guess because she was on television, nothing too revealing.
We joked around and I got her to laugh a lot using the teasing banter I had learned with Rachael. She asked me how school was going and I told her that I was on the 'A' honor roll again this term. She congratulated me and said she should hire me to tutor her daughter Jennifer. I said I'd do that for her if she wanted. Tutoring was an easy ten dollars an hour and usually would include a nice bonus for improved grades. She said she'd think about it but with Jenny being a cute girl and she didn't know if I could stay focused. I touched her arm again.
"Ms Drake, Jenny is just a friend. I don't feel any attraction to her. No offense but she is a little immature for my tastes."
Denise regarded me seriously for a moment. "Yes, I heard all about your hot older girl friend from my daughter. She was quite put out that you were seeing her."
"I only dated Rachael a few times; without going into details, she squashed my heart."
This time she took my hand in hers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. Are you dating anyone now?"
"Not really, I take a girl named Caroline Hernandez out once in a while but we are just friends."
We talked for a while longer then got out of the pool. I toweled off and put my shorts on over my suit. Denise put on a short terry robe and snagged us a couple of Diet Cokes. I listened sympathetically as she lamented about getting older. She was afraid her television station would replace her with a younger woman any day now. She said it wasn't fair; after all, she was only thirty-nine. I decided then and there I'd do what I could to restore her self-esteem.
When I left she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
"Johnny," she said, "when we are alone call me Denise, okay?"
And that's the way it started. My relationship with Denise evolved into a long slow dance as we both wrestled with our consciences. I was torn because she was married and the mother of one of my best friends. Denise's only problem turned out to be that I was so young.
Look, I know I could have kept anything from happening by just staying away. But Denise was unhappy and I sensed it was from more than just her job. I really wasn't thinking about sex at first, heck I was getting that in spades from Caroline. But this connection thing I share with certain women makes me feel as if I need to make things right for them, if that makes any sense.
The television show Denise co-hosted, "Palmdale In The Morning", aired from seven to nine. She had to be at the studio at five-thirty but was home by ten. Her routine was to take a shower then a nap. It had always been a rule that Jen and Richie have no one over between ten and noon.
The local Fox affiliate, like the network in general, was decidedly politically conservative. Denise had the same political bent. She was a member of the Republican Women's Club and an active member of the Republican Party. She and my grandfather would get along great. I mention her conservatism because it spilled into her personal life and outlook. Denise firmly believed that problems were solved by self-reliance and hard work. When she started having all these doubts about herself, she bottled up her feelings and kept up her public face through her inner turmoil.
The day after our swim together I went back over to see her, Richie was home that day so our time alone was limited, but she was genuinely happy to see me. She went shopping soon after I arrived but did ask me to come over that evening to discuss tutoring Jenny. Stan came over to swim too, then the three of us went to Stan's to work out. When I had a chance I tactfully quizzed Richie about his mom.
"Richie, your mom seems kind of down lately. Is she okay?"
"I don't know man, but she and Dad argue all the time. My dad has some new job that keeps him on the road a lot."
"She is thinking about hiring me to tutor your sister. How come Jen isn't doing better in school?"
"Beats me, she has never been a good student though, too many other interests. Now that she's discovered boys it's even worse. She is also jealous about this Disney gig I have coming up. She will be a big pain in your ass if you take the job."
Denise had wrangled an audition for Richie for a part in a pilot for an after school show Disney was producing for ABC. Richie got the part, it wasn't the male lead, but it was a start for him. I was pretty sure that Richie's good looks and sparkling personality would take him a long way as an actor. I could see Jen being jealous; she was such a prima donna. Stan and Jen were no longer an item as both had moved on. Jen was a junior varsity cheerleader and, of course, she was dating the quarterback of the junior varsity football team.
That evening I showed up at Denise's at seven. Richie had a date and Jen was at a sleepover with one of her cheer teammates. Mr. Caldwell was who knows where. Denise got us a drink and we sat in the family room, me on the couch and her in a nearby wing-backed chair. She was wearing tan slacks and a cream-colored cashmere sweater. I noticed that her trademark short shag cut hair had been recently brushed and she was wearing make up.
"You look very nice this evening Denise, although I think you look better in a skirt."
She actually blushed! "I'm getting spider veins behind my knees, I'm afraid my skirt wearing days are over."
I shrugged, "So you wear stockings, yeah, thigh highs would do it."
She gave me a look as if I just landed from Mars.
"Maybe, but I don't know how appropriate it is for us to be talking about skirts and stockings."
I decided to try something different. I reached over and took her hand.
"Hey, I'm your friend; I was just thinking that maybe a little wardrobe change might make you feel better. Why don't you try it next time I'm over and see?"
She hesitated a second before saying maybe again. That was all I wanted, just to get her to think about it. It was obvious that Denise wasn't going to reinvent herself ala Rachael without a little nudging from me.
I changed the subject to tutoring. We agreed on two nights a week for an hour and a half. I though the twenty-five dollars she offered to pay for each session was outstanding. Business completed I asked Denise if she would mind sitting out by the pool with me, it was a nice night and I wanted to enjoy the fresh air. Denise refreshed her wine and my iced tea and we sat at the patio table next to the pool. It was fairly dark with only the muted glow of the pool lights denting the inky stillness. I moved my chair close to hers and encouraged her to talk. She was reticent at first but as I held her hand she started.
She told me that television was a fickle business, one that based a person's value on the latest marketing data. It didn't matter that you had dominated your time slot for years; two consecutive quarters with slipping numbers put management into a tizzy. Her show had suffered such a decline and rumors were flying that changes were imminent if the numbers slid again. The most persistent rumor had the station manager contemplating aiming for a younger demographic by totally revamping the show. The new version would be faster paced, with new sets and hip new hosts.
"What does Mr. Caldwell say about it?" I asked.
She snorted. "He says I don't need to work anyway and that I could find some other hobby. Can you believe it; he called my career a hobby. I think Jack is like our station manager, looking for a younger demographic. He has this incredibly beautiful young assistant that seems to travel with him a whole lot. Johnny, I just don't know what I am going to do if I'm washed up at forty."
She started crying then so I pulled her toward me. She resisted a little but finally slid into my lap and cried on my shoulder. I held her and let her get it all out. Finally she sniffled and sat up.
"Look at me, crying like a baby. That's not my style at all. Why do I feel so comfortable with you Johnny? I'm the adult yet I feel so protected and safe with you. And I've got mascara all over your shirt."
I laughed as she tried to rub the wet mascara off my collar.
"Don't worry about it, it'll wash out. You feel comfortable with me because we have a connection and you trust me. That's how it is with some people and me."
"I feel that, Johnny Pulaski, but I'm still making a spectacle out of myself crying all over you."
She made a move to get off my lap but I held her firmly in place.
"Stay where you are, I should get equal time to just hold you like this without you crying."
She gave me a little laugh and punched me in the arm.
"You are sooo bad," she said.
But she stayed right where she was, comfortably snuggled in my arms. Jeez, she was tiny. After about ten minutes I reluctantly let her up. It was after eight by now and I had to get home. She let me hold her hand as she walked me to the door. Before I left she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
"Thank you for listening to me Johnny. I'm sure you had better things to do."
"Not at all Sweetie," I said, "even at your worst you are the best company I could be keeping."
That got me a kiss on the lips. It wasn't a big kiss but it was a start.
The next day was Saturday and already Saturday was synonymous for Caroline. And Caroline was synonymous for hot monkey sex! She had to watch her younger brothers and sisters while her parents were at her oldest brother's soccer game; so she didn't get too my house until one. She came in and talked to Dad and Katrina while I finished mowing our lawn. I think Dad suspected about our Saturdays but Katrina knew for sure. The Moose took no pity on me when I came home dragging ass.
I had my backpack laden with supplies just like last week. In addition, I had purchased a tube of surgical lube. Last week on a whim I slipped a finger coated with our juices into Caroline's ass while I was munching muff for about the fifth time. When I did that she came unglued, she arched off the bed and warbled an air raid siren wail. The little trick was something I picked up studying erotica on the Internet. During my 'research' I learned that if the girl in the story liked a little finger wave she might also like a little Kong action back there. Who knows, maybe I could show my little sexpot something new for a change.
It was almost one-thirty by the time I put away the mower and took a shower. I apologized to Caroline for being late. She said no problem; she had enjoyed hanging out watching me sweat. Once we were at Rachael's I took charge and slowed my over anxious little Latina down. I undressed her myself this time, savoring every flawless dusky inch of golden skin I uncovered. When she was naked I asked her to do the same for me. She complied and stripped me. She looked at me questioningly when we both were naked. I motioned for her to lie down on the bed on her back.
When she was in position I crawled onto the bed and started kissing her. When I had kissed every square inch of her front I flipped her over and started on her back. I took notice of all the little places that felt good to her. This was all new to Caroline. I was amazed that none of her previous lovers had wanted to do this for her. She had such a succulent little body that seemed made for kissing. When I had her again on her back I dove down to taste her little quim. She was ready and came after only a few swipes of my tongue. She was still quivering with her orgasm when I slipped on a rubber and pushed into her. When her hips started to gyrate I pulled out and told her to slow down. She looked at me as if I was crazy but moved slower when I slid back into her.
I made slow and tender love to Caroline for almost thirty minutes, stopping often when one of us was ready to climax. When we did come it was together and it was gigantic. When we were close to breathing normally I carefully rolled us over until she was lying on top of me. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. She shook her hair off her face, her expression bewildered.
"That was the most incredible feeling, Johnny. No one has ever made me feel that good before. I don't think we can do that any more or I will end up falling in love with you."
"Honey, there has to be some love between us if I am going to keep doing this. I don't necessarily mean the boyfriend-girlfriend type but maybe friends who love each other or something. Just hopping in the sack with someone doesn't do it for me; I'd rather just masturbate."
She considered what I said for a few long moments, then tentatively agreed that if the results were like we just experienced I might have a point. I had stayed hard even after my first orgasm so I was able to hold on to the rubber as she dismounted. I stripped off the dead latex soldier and Caroline cleaned me slick as a whistle with her mouth. I started to reach for another condom when she stopped me.
"I just finished my period yesterday and started the pill today. I think I'm pretty safe. I wanna try it bareback."
I agreed provided we use the sponge spermi-thing, just in case. Boy it was good without the rubber between us! Oh yeah, and we got to use the KY lube I bought too. We both thought it was okay for a change of pace but didn't see it being a focal point of our love making. We had too much fun doing other stuff. I was tired when she took me home at five but not as dogged as the week before. I sure was satisfied though and judging from Caroline's smug little glow, so was she.
I didn't go to the Caldwell's that Saturday but Denise did surprise me by calling me about eight that night. My dad took the call and yelled up that some girl named Denise was on the phone. Denise got a kick out of him mistaking her for a teenager. We had a really nice chat on the telephone. I think Denise was surprised at how much I knew about politics and the current political landscape. I don't see why she would have been though, because we were in Florida, the world epicenter of fucked up politics. I keep up with politics mainly so I could argue with my grandfather. I loved to take the opposite side of the debate just to get a rise out of him. Politics weren't all she and I talked about though.
"I went shopping today," she said.
"Oh? What did you buy?" I asked.
"I bought a couple of short pleated skirts, not minis, but definitely above the knees. And I bought some stay up thigh highs, black ones and some smoky gray ones. I was surprise at how good they looked on me. Well, I guess you are going to have to decide that, though, aren't you?"
"Yes I will. Do you think I could see you in some of them Monday?"
"I think that could be arranged, if you dropped by at about four or so. Which would you prefer, red or navy?"
"Red," I said, "and black stockings, and maybe some short heels."
She gave me a throaty laugh. "You are incorrigible, but I'll see what I can do. Bye-bye Johnny Pulaski, I miss you."
She hung up before I could say anything else.
Sunday was family day for us as it was one of the rare occasions that Mom was home. Mom was Director of Shuttle Operations now and was struggling mightily to restore a seriously broken program to its former glory. One effect of her new job was that she was taking a greater interest in her appearance. Gone were the schoolmarm clothes, black-rimmed glasses and hair in a bun. Now she wore fashionable business suits, contacts and her hair was in a stylish pageboy. She looked professional and very good. Mom was there physically but you could tell she had a lot on her mind. Mom's parents, Gus and Syl, were down for a week also, taking spring break along with their students.
At three in the afternoon Papa Janus had about as much of Gus and Syl as he could stand. Mumbling that he had to go let Jethro out he grabbed me and booked. We took Jethro to the park so he could run. I brought a Frisbee thinking I'd toss it for Jethro like all the guys were doing with their Border Collies and Sheep Dogs. I tossed the Frisbee and Jethro took off after it like a shot. But unlike the other dogs, the Doofus picked it up and ran it the other direction. He got about fifty feet from us, lay down and began to eat the Frisbee. When he finished reducing the Whammo Deluxe to a small wad of shapeless plastic he stood up and looked around. As soon as he spotted another Frisbee in the air he rocketed after it. With a truly phenomenal leap, he intercepted the disk and hauled ass with it. Papa looked at me and shrugged.
"I think Jethro is too smart to play the game the normal way so he invented his own rules."
God love him, only my grandfather could use the words Jethro and smart in the same sentence. It took fifteen minutes to corral the big goofy hound as he proceeded to disrupt every activity occurring in the park that involved flying objects. Papa was so impressed by Jethro's athletic prowess he went to McDonalds and bought him two orders of Chicken McNuggets. Jethro daintily ate the nuggets, boxes and all. By the time we reached my grandparents house we were riding with the windows down as Jethro cut loose with some impressively prodigious farts.
Papa tied Jetro to his runner in the back yard and we headed back to my house for supper. Jethro had to be tied up because there wasn't a fence in town Jethro couldn't get over, including the six-foot privacy fence around my grandparents' back yard. And no one wanted Jethro on the loose. Jethro would run around the neighborhood chasing cats and playing with kids until someone called my grandfather or worse called Animal Control. To insure Jethro's safe return from one of his adventures his collar was fitted with this big engraved metal dog bone. The dog bone read: 'JETHRO PULASKI - POLISH WONDER DOG - 386-555-4271.
I worked for my grandfather Monday from seven until three in the afternoon. He was starting a kitchen remodel and needed my help with the demolition of the old kitchen. I enjoyed working with Papa and the money was damned good. Papa would always double what he promised me to keep me ahead on my father's fifty-fifty rule. I had to bank fifty percent of everything I earned working. I didn't really gripe too much about having to save because I had a nifty little five-figure balance before I even turned sixteen.
Once home, I showered off the layer of drywall dust I was coated in and put on a nice pair of slacks and a button down collar shirt. Then I splashed on some aftershave. I figured Denise would appreciate my efforts. At three-fifty I rode my bike over to the Caldwells', my swimsuit and a towel in my backpack.
I was ringing the doorbell at the Caldwells' at four sharp. Denise answered the door wearing slacks and a turtleneck knit shirt. Not quite what I expected. I guess I let my disappointment show because she smiled and hugged me.
"Jennifer is upstairs getting ready to go to the mall. Be patient, okay?"
"No problem Denise, you still look gorgeous. I'll just go over and see Stan for a few minutes."
Stan wasn't home either, but Michelle was. She was waiting for Jen to come over. Mrs. Hoffman was the one taking them to the mall. Michelle invited me in and led me to the rec room. We sat down on the sofa and caught up on each other's lives. Michelle was fifteen now and dating. She was going out with a junior named Wayne Collins. Girls my age dated older guys because they had cars and could really take them out. I teasingly asked Michelle if she was expanding on our pool of sexual knowledge.
"God, Johnny, doesn't it seem like years ago that we made that pact? I was so immature then. It's funny because I had to teach Wayne how to kiss me and make me feel good. I'm still a virgin, it just doesn't seem as important to get rid of my cherry now as it did last year. How about you Johnny? You getting any?"
I cracked up when she asked me that. It was her brother Stan's favorite saying. I wasn't about to tell Shelly about my love life. I never talked about the girls I had been intimate with, that would be disrespecting them.
"I might have a couple of things that I could show you," I said.
"Hmmm," she said, "I might take you up on that one day soon. After all, I promised that you would be my first."
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