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I walked Shelia to her room before heading back to mine. When I opened the door to our room, Creole was just coming out of the bathroom. I stood in the doorway, mouth agape, as he strolled to his bed wearing maroon silk pajamas with a gold paisley design. He caught my look and did a pirouette.
"Nice, huh, my mama bought them for me. If I ever get a job as a bouncer in a bordello, I'm all set."
I swear I had to hold onto the door handle to keep from falling down. His looked as if he were a circus hippopotamus dressed up for a parade. Otis, the Mayberry town drunk, couldn't have hallucinated anything weirder. And the pirouette was killer as he stood on his tiptoes and spun around. I went into the bathroom to wash and brush then dived into bed in my boxer briefs. I politely declined Creole's offer to see if his mom could find a pair of the pajamas for me.
I stayed awake a few minutes thinking about Shelia and our kisses down by the pool. How was I to know if me sending her arousal was really responsible for her enjoying the kiss so much? If I had managed to heighten her arousal was I taking advantage of her, or was I just adding to her natural enjoyment? I was no closer to having an answer about relationships than I was a year and a half ago. But maybe that was the way it was supposed to be; maybe it was life's big mystery and we were just along for the ride.
The championship games at the Swamp started at ten in the morning. The first game was Division I and the last Division V. A game started every two hours and fifteen minutes; since we were Division III, our game started at two-thirty in the afternoon. We ate a light lunch at eleven-thirty and left for the stadium at noon. We sat in the stands and watched some of the Division II game before Coach rounded us up at one.
The sports complex at the university was called Florida Field. Ben Hill Griffin Stadium was only a part of the first rate facility. We suited up in one of the auxiliary locker rooms and had a team meeting. At one-fifty we exited the locker room and ran onto the field from the south end zone. We stayed at the south end of the stadium as one of the assistant coaches led us in stretching and warm up calisthenics. After our normal fifteen-minute warm up routine, we moved to the sidelines and joined Coach Boyette.
We were the visiting team for our tournament pairing; our opponent was a team from Panama City. The Panama City team was a juggernaut ranked number seven in the nation. Their record was eleven and zero and they hadn't been severely tested in a game all year. Watching them across the field I decided they must grow them big up in the panhandle, their smallest lineman was Creole's size. We had to be giving up at least thirty pounds a player. Coach's game plan was to try to wear them down and hope we were in good enough physical condition to win the game in the fourth quarter. To that end we were going to play a more wide-open style of offense than we normally did.
Panama City played a pro set type offense; they had a good quarterback, a solid backfield and some fleet receivers. Coach said we'd be the toughest defense they had faced all year. We lost the coin toss and elected to kick with the wind. It was a nippy day with temps in the fifties; it was also breezy, with the winds kicking up between ten to twelve miles an hour.
Joe Moon kicked the ball deep into the Panama City end zone. The deep backs standing at the ten let the ball sail over their heads. The ball was brought out to the twenty and the game was on. Panama City's offense was as good as advertised; they marched relentlessly down the field and scored on the first drive. We didn't make it easy for them; the drive took twelve plays and five minutes to move the eighty yards. We got a nice run back on the ensuing kickoff. We ripped off a couple of first downs, but ended up settling for a twenty-yard field goal.
We managed to stop Panama City on their next possession at our forty-yard line, thanks mostly to Creole Sipes. The offensive tackle matched up to Creole was big and strong but Creole was much quicker. Creole beat his man on almost every play and spent a lot of time in their backfield. When they double-teamed him I was able to back him up and make the play. We exchanged punts and the quarter ended with us down seven-three. However, Panama City had the ball and was driving. They scored two minutes into the quarter. We answered back with our first touchdown and another field goal set up by a fumble Creole caused. They scored again right before the half ended. We went into the locker room trailing twenty-one to thirteen.
The second half started like the first. As soon as Panama City got the ball they marched down the field and scored. They out scored us by a touchdown in the quarter and it was thirty-five to twenty after three. Coach's plan bore fruit in the fourth quarter as their starters, not use to playing an entire game, started to flag. We held them scoreless and mounted a comeback. We fell disappointingly short, losing the game thirty-five to thirty.
All was not doom and gloom in the locker room after the game. We had played our asses off and lost to a superior opponent. We were disappointed at the outcome but not with our performance. Most of the team was returning next year so we really had something to look forward to.
We made it back to Palmdale at eight that night. When we pulled into the school parking lot it seemed as if the whole town was there to welcome us. It was a nice reception considering we had lost. Mr. Cavanaugh and the twins found me and we chatted about the game some. Mrs. Cavanaugh was not with them. Shelia spotted us and came over too. Before I left I accepted an invitation to their house for a little cookout the following afternoon after church.
Jane and Amanda also came over to talk to me. Both of them gave me big hugs and told me how sorry they were that we had lost. I told them next year would be a different story. And so it went, as friends and family all offered their congrats or sympathy. I was surprise to see my mom there with Dad and even more surprised that both had been at the game. Papa and Nana had been there also. Dee-Dee was there with Jen, Richie and the Hoffmans. I got nice hugs from all the women, even Jen.
The biggest surprise of the night though, was waiting by my truck in the form of Rachael Scofield. My heart did that little double clutch she always caused. I don't know why Rachael had that effect on me. Maybe it was because she was my first, or maybe I was in love with her.
"Hi Johnny, I'm sorry you lost."
I shrugged. "We'll get them next year."
"I had my tests Johnny and everything is okay, so what happens next?'
That was the sixty-four thousand dollar question, wasn't it?
"For starters you could come here and hug me," I said.
Rachael whooped and jumped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. With my hands under her butt I spun her around as she latched her lips onto mine. It was one of those chick flick, love scene moments. When we broke for air I asked her if she'd like to go somewhere with me.
She nodded. "My bed," she replied.
I followed her little red Beamer to her house calling my parents on the way. I got permission to stay out until one. When I followed Rachael into her house she headed straight to the bedroom.
"Wait here Johnny, I need a quick shower," she said.
"No you don't, you need a nice bath," I replied.
I kissed her again and helped her undress. She was still shy about her body. For the life of me I couldn't understand why. She was one of the few women I'd met who looked better naked than they did dressed. I grabbed her silk kimono off the back of the bathroom door and helped her slip it on. She sat on the toilet seat as I adjusted the water and found the Calgon bubble bath under the vanity. When the water was warm and bubbly I helped her up and took her robe. She gracefully slipped in to the bath and sighed as the hot water rose to her chin. I put a rolled up towel behind her head, found a washcloth and soap and gently washed her.
I had Rachael out of the tub and into the bed in fifteen minutes. Then for two hours I proceeded to try to make her forget any man existed except me. Rachael held nothing back that night, unlike our first time. I don't know if it was the experience I'd gained or if Rachael's dalliances had made her less up tight. She didn't protest a bit when I started kissing my way down her body, nor did she stop me after she came the first time that way. Her sweet nectar covered my face and she had squalled through three hard climaxes before I moved up and penetrated her.
By eleven thirty the bed was a mess and we were exhausted. We slipped under the sheet and cuddled, her head on my chest.
"Johnny, that was everything I ever dreamed making love could be."
I had to agree. Rachael told me that she was spending Christmas in Rhode Island again. She said this time there would be no bad phone calls. I told her I was dating some and could handle it.
"Don't wear yourself out, I'm only going to spend ten days up there this year. I want to see you as soon as I get back, okay?"
Yes it was okay; matter of fact, it was way more than okay.
So I was full of guilt and remorse next day when I saw Shelia, right? Nope, not a bit. Shelia and I had exactly one date so far, it was not as if I was cheating on her.
The cookout at the Cavanaughs' turned out to be an end of football season get together for the cheerleaders. Shelia was busy with her friends and teammates; I helped Mr. Cavanaugh on the grill while Mrs. Cavanaugh put out the rest of the spread. Mrs. Cavanaugh treated me much nicer now. After we burned a big batch of burgers and hotdogs Mr. Cavanaugh and I retired with our plates to what he called the 'media room'. The room had a couple of sectional couches and two recliners plus some high-end audio and video equipment. He and I watched the Tampa Bay Buccaneers game on his sixty-inch plasma TV. At half time Mr. Cavanaugh went to check on the girls cavorting in the big heated pool. I had already snuck a few peeks at some fine bikini clad eye candy but was studiously trying to be a gentleman.
I was sitting on the couch channel surfing when Elaine came in and asked if she could talk to me for a minute. I said sure and patted the couch next to me. Elaine said that Ellen had told her about the little thing I had done at brunch last week. She said she really didn't think it was all Ellen claimed and wanted me to show her the same thing.
I smiled at her guileless eagerness and said, "I'll tell you what, since you asked so nice I'll do even better. Close your eyes and pucker up."
She blushed red enough to make her freckles disappear but did as I asked. I leaned forward, pressed my lips against hers, and shot her a blast of pure sex. I don't know whether it was because she was expecting it or what but it hit her much harder than it had her twin. She shuddered and fell back against the couch. When she stopped twitching she gave me this doe-eyed look.
"Wow, do you do that with Sissie?" she asked.
I assumed she meant Shelia so I told her no.
"I don't know if it would work with her. And besides, it wouldn't be right if I did that and she really didn't want it," I explained.
"Oh, it would work on her, no question, but you are a good guy for not doing it. I think she's crazy if she doesn't want it."
Elaine thanked me for the demonstration, kissed me on the cheek and scampered out of the room just before Mr. Cavanaugh returned. I went out by the pool midway through the third quarter of the game. Tampa Bay was not having a good day and were already losing by three touchdowns by then. The girls all started hooting when I came out, inviting me into the pool. I told them I didn't have a suit and had to get home anyway. Shelia climbed out of the pool and walked me around the house to my truck. She was wearing a modest black and silver two-piece that she filled nicely. She thanked me for helping and gave me a chaste kiss. It was a bummer that I didn't share a connection with her like I did with her kid sisters, cause I thought we could definitely make beautiful music together.
Monday and Tuesday passed like molasses, but finally the final bell rang Tuesday afternoon and I was free for seventeen days. I had big expectations for this holiday because I was staying at my grandparents starting Saturday. I was baby-sitting Jethro for two weeks while they went to Poland to visit Uncle Vik. Oh yeah! If things worked out like I hoped old Jethro was going to meet some nice ladies during those two weeks.
Wednesday I help Papa deliver a computer desk he built and spent the afternoon helping him tidy up his shop. Papa's shop was as professionally outfitted as any fine cabinetmaker's. He had all the toys: planers, joiners, a high end table saw, and anything else he could possibly use. All of his tools were carefully maintained and well cared for. Papa was a craftsman and the things he made showed the pride he took in his work. One of his creations wasn't cheap, but whoever bought it knew they had something of lasting value.
Wednesday night I took Jane Pullman out to dinner. It was a nice meal, mainly because of the company. Jane was sparking that night, and she looked very good in a long skirt slit up the side and a silk blouse. She also had on a pair of black high-heeled pumps, a big plus to my jaundiced eye. Amanda was out with Caroline so we went to her house and hung out. Believe it or not we watched television sitting on the couch, my head in her lap. It was comfortable and intimate. After the show we were watching was over she took off my shirt, laid me on the floor and gave me an incredible back rub.
After I was all relaxed, she went and got a comforter. We made love right there on the floor, the comforter sparing us rug burns. She made a teenage boy very happy by riding me to an orgasm wearing nothing but her garter belt and nylons. Afterwards we snuggled on the couch under that same comforter and talked. She told me she had accepted a date for Saturday night, her first one since her husband died. She also promised to spend the night with me at my grandparents' house one day next week.
Thursday my dad and I picked up Katrina at the airport. She had a two-week leave for Christmas. She was spending ten days at home then going back to Colorado for a few days of skiing. We met her out on the concourse, just in front of the security checkpoint. She gave us both hugs, something I couldn't remember her ever doing before. I guess she might have missed me. Katrina looked awesome in her cadet dress uniform. She looked like she had gained a few pounds, most of it in some interesting places.
Once we were home she went to shower and change and I went to my room to read. I was sitting at my computer reading my e-mails when she knocked on my open door. I turned around in my chair and told her to come in. She was wearing her favorite lounging attire, a pair of Joe Boxer silk shorts and a crop top t-shirt. Only both were much tighter on her now. She had a towel around her wet hair and her shirt was damp.
I couldn't help blurting out, "Wow, you've filled out some!"
She looked down then gave me a grin. "Yeah, I've finally grown breasts like the rest of the girls."
"Boy did you ever, they look good on you, too."
"Thanks. You've grown too. I certainly can't call you Runt now. So how have you been? I didn't get much information in our weekly telephone calls."
I brought her up to speed about school and told her about our football season. I told her about my truck and mentioned that Dad had made sure her Camry was all set for her stay.
"That's cool but I want to drive your truck once. What about your love life?"
I told her it was pretty excellent. I mentioned Caroline and Amanda. When I mentioned I had a second date with Shelia Cavanaugh I could tell she was impressed.
"Good for you, I remember Shelia from last year, she's a cutie. You didn't mention the married woman."
I told her that Dee and I still talked but had called a hiatus on our relationship. I couldn't resist mentioning that I was seeing another older woman but this one was a widow. Her eyebrows went up and down over that revelation.
"How about Rachael? Mom said she was at your birthday party."
Moose didn't look happy when I said I was seeing Rachael again, even though it was sporadically.
"I guess that it's your business Baby Bro. But I don't like the thought of you getting hurt again."
Then she looked at me funny and cocked her head in thought.
"You know Johnny, something has changed between us. You seem so much more grown up now and I feel closer to you. I am starting to see Dad and Papa in you more and more." She paused for a second as if gathering her thoughts. "This is going to sound weird but when I hugged you at the airport I had this feeling that I was safe in your arms. Like I was your little sister suddenly."
I though about what she said and it slowly dawned on me that she was saying basically what women I was connected to said. I hadn't felt any vibes from her when we hugged but that might have been because it was quick and our skin never touched. I walked over to the bed and sat next to her.
"Let me see your hands for a second," I requested.
She held out her hands and I took them in mine. Sure enough, I felt a little electric current pass between us. More important, so did she. Her eyes widen a little and she looked at me curiously. She kept holding my hands as I attempted to explain the connection thing. I told her what I knew for sure, namely that a few women and I shared this bond. I told her that it didn't happen with guys but that it seemed easier to deal with them now too. Finally, I told her about Amanda's theory. There was no question about telling her everything she wanted to know, not when we were now connected.
"No wonder you are having luck with the ladies; trust, and a feeling that we'll be protected is a big thing with us women."
I agreed. I hesitated a few seconds then told her there was more to it than just that.
"More as in what?" she asked.
"Well, there's a sexual component to it also," I said.
"A sexual component? How does that work?"
"Like this," I said and I sent her a small dose of arousal.
"Hmmm, that puts a sort of romantic glow on the feelings I get but it wasn't really sexual."
I laughed, "it might be context, after all you are my sister."
She chuckled too. "Maybe, but I am a woman first, shouldn't I have felt more?"
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