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It was nice not having to deal with Tony Rochelli's insults and jibes when school started back on the Tuesday after the MLK long weekend. Tony was still on in-school suspension for the next two days, no one, me included, knew that the axe was going to fall on his head that Saturday night. The Cavanaughs kept Shelia home from school all the rest of the week. The flu was the reason the school received and it was the story Tony got when he was unable to talk to her on the phone all week.
Not being able to drive my truck to school did not turn out to be the inconvenience I thought it would, thanks to the Hoffmans. Michelle picked me up in the morning and took me home on the days without baseball practice. On the days we practiced, Stan drove me home. I liked riding to school with Michelle; it seemed to start my day off right. I studied Michelle on the sly as we rode to school Tuesday morning wondering if there would be something about her that announced she was no longer a virgin. If there was, I couldn't see it.
On Wednesday morning we were no sooner out of my driveway when she said, "Honey we have a problem."
Don't you just love conversations that start that way?
"What kind of problem, Shelly?" I asked warily.
"The-us-not-having-sex-for-three-days-and-I'm-climbing-the-walls- kind," she replied.
"Oh," I said brightly.
"Yeah, oh, you got me addicted to the Kong and it's your responsibility to see that I get a fix any time I need one. Got it?"
I got it. I teased her all the way to school and any time we were together for the rest of the day. On the way home I played with her through her cute little Super Girl panties until she was sloshing. As soon as we were inside my front door I grabbed her up and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her into the family room, put her down, spun her around and pushed her across the back of the couch. She kicked and squealed as I unzipped, pulled the gusset of her panties aside and pushed into her. I swear she was so wound up she started coming before I was all the way in. I managed to hold on until she came again before I unloaded. We gasped and panted still joined for a minute, before I pulled out. Michelle stood up dizzily and sagged against me.
"I came so hard I think I passed out for a few seconds," she said, her voice tinged with awe.
I didn't say anything; I just picked her up and carried her upstairs. With the edge off my own horniness I was able to concentrate on helping Michelle make up for lost time. Michelle went home an hour later, her normally tidy little pussy awash with our juices. She was a happy camper as I walked her to her car.
"Now that's the way the Sultan is supposed to take care of his Head Concubine," she said.
Tony Rochelli was a fixture around the school again starting Thursday. He glared at me a few times but stayed away from me when our paths crossed.
That afternoon our baseball team had its first practice game. We played a local community college team on their home field. It was a pretty good game, even though they beat us seven to four. We had some bats on our team and our defense was solid. The only area where we were really lacking was in pitching. Coach was searching high and low for a quality starter, and one guy who could toss a couple of good middle innings out of the pen. Of course about twenty Major League coaches had the same lament.
When the coach canvassed us players about it, I had one nebulous lead for him, Caroline Hernandez's brother, Juan Junior. Juan was a freshman on the JV soccer team already but I recalled Caroline saying Juan Senior had been a minor star as a catcher in some Mexican league. Who knows, maybe it ran in the family. It would be unusual for a freshman to make the varsity team but not unprecedented. I went to visit the Hernandezs' after dinner that night. I sat down with Mr. Hernandez and Juan and explained why I was there.
I was there making my pitch (I am sooo punny) at a perfect time for young Juan, because his soccer career had seriously jumped the tracks. Young Juan, or JJ as his friends called him, had reached puberty just as he started the ninth grade. In the last half year Juan Junior had grown at an alarming rate and appeared to be set to inherit his father's big stock build instead of his mother's slender lithesome one. He was rapidly loosing the foot speed he had only six months ago. In the end, Juan Junior agreed to a tryout during PE the next day.
Friday afternoon JJ was throwing batting practice. Coach pulled me aside and congratulated me on my discovery; he said the kid had tons of raw talent. Coach said in his estimation, Juan the younger could be another Fernando Valenzuela. What's more, JJ told the coach about his father's ability to teach pitchers based on his experiences in the Mexican League. Coach was going to talk to Juan Senior when he came to pick up his son. Hopefully, we'd have a part time pitching coach before the day was over.
Michelle and I went to the mall Friday night. We ate at the food court first, and then I followed her around as she spent a chuck of her birthday and Christmas loot. I didn't complain a bit, however, as everything she bought seemed to be with me in mind. I know I mentioned that Michelle preferred skirts and dresses to jeans, but I don't think I told you that she also has a thing about sexy underwear. Peeling the outer layer of clothes off my sweet Shelly made every time like Christmas. Michelle's ass in a pair of high cut lacey panties was a work of art worthy of the Louvre. Michelle was one of the eight percent of women with an hourglass figure. Because she was always self-conscious of her butt, she spent thirty minutes a night on the Stairmaster in her bedroom. Her ass was so firm it didn't even quiver when we played hanky-spanky.
Saturday I worked for my Grandfather, Saturday night Michelle and I double dated with Stan and his newest sweet thing, Krista Crowley. The four of us went to Steak and Shake then hung out at the Hoffmans' game room for a while. Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman were playing cards with some friends so we had the house to ourselves. Stan and Krista disappeared around nine, so Michelle and I cuddled on the couch. We made slow unhurried love, starting with an outstanding sixty-nine on the big curved sectional sofa.
I found out about Tony Rochelli's downfall Sunday afternoon. Thomas Cavanaugh called and gave me the news. Then Nina Murphy called and told me, too. Nina's call came with a dinner invitation attached. I accepted and at five-thirty I parked my truck in Nina's circular driveway. I noticed that the Cavanaughs' sleek black Mercedes was already there, and right behind it Al Jerdin's minivan, with his surfboards strapped on top.
The same housekeeper from the night of the party let me in. She said everyone was in the family room. I walked into the family room as directed and was pleasantly surprised by the greeting I received. All the women, including Mrs. Cavanaugh, gave me hugs and from the twins I got bonus kisses. After my enthusiastic greeting, I asked where the guys were. Nina pointed out onto the deck where Mr. Cavanaugh and Al stood over a big Duchane grill, each with a beer in their hand. I headed out and joined them. I shook hands with both then fished a Diet Dr. Pepper out of the small refrigerator built into the island that housed the grill.
As Al and Mr. Cavanaugh grilled the steak and chicken they told me how Tony's bust went down. It took Al a week to find out who was supplying drugs to the well heeled. The dealers turned out to be a well off yuppy couple with a serious habit themselves. They sold coke to support their own addiction. Meanwhile, Mr. Cavanaugh had spoken with his good friend the Sheriff and called in a favor. When Tony went to the beachside condo of the dealers Saturday evening, two undercover deputies were following him. When Tony returned to his car the deputies quietly took him into custody, confiscated his dope and called the Sheriff.
The Sheriff and Mr. Cavanaugh met the deputies at the Palmdale Sheriff's substation. Thomas Cavanaugh took Tony aside and explained that he was there because he had been with the Sheriff on another case.
"Keep your mouth shut and I'll try to get you out of this for your parent's sake," he told Tony.
Mr. Cavanaugh pretended to argue with the Sheriff for a few minutes then he grabbed Tony and the three of them rode in the Sheriff's patrol car to the Rochelli's house. Tony's parents were mortified by Tony's arrest and they were terrified as to what could happen to their only son. Mr. Rochelli is the one who suggested a private rehab center then the military prep school in New York. The Sheriff acquiesced but insisted it happen immediately. Tony and his mother were on a plane headed to New Jersey first thing Sunday morning. I sure admired Mr. Cavanaugh's ingenuity; not only did he dispatch Tony but he made himself a hero to one of his biggest clients in the process.
"The worst part of the ordeal," Mr. Cavanaugh said, "was not being able to beat the hell out of that boy myself. That reminds me, this is for you Alan."
He handed Al an envelope. Al opened it and whistled, then he removed one bill and handed the envelope back.
"I appreciate the offer Tommy, but I'm not taking money for helping a friend. The Benjamin is what I paid for the names of those skuzzballs selling the snow; besides, if I took your money that would make me a narc."
That Al never ceased to amaze me, there was probably more money in that envelope than he made in a good month. Mr. Cavanaugh nodded and took back the envelope. "Okay Alan, if you say so. Give me a dollar."
Al reached in his pocket and dug out a crumpled up George Washington. Cavanaugh took it and turned to me, "Now you give me one."
Confused as hell I found a dollar bill in my wallet and handed it to him. Mr. Cavanaugh pocketed our money and handed us both one of his business cards.
"All right. You both just hired me as your personal attorney. So naturally anything we ever talk about is protected by attorney-client privilege. If either one of you ever need a shyster, call me, okay?"
Dinner out on the pool deck was a fun and lively affair. Alan Winslow Jerdin alone was worth the price of admission; just by the way he flummoxed Donna Cavanaugh. Al sat next to Shelia while we ate and by the time the meal was over had her giggling as if she were the one thirteen instead of her sisters. Donna took this all in with a conflicted expression. On the one hand, she was happy to see her daughter, who hadn't smiled in days, finally come back to life. On the other, she was appalled it was with a twenty something longhaired beach bum wearing a t-shirt that proclaimed, "I'm schizophrenic and so am I."
Nina, the twins and I sat at a separate picnic table. Ellen and Elaine sat on one side and Nina and I sat on the other. I could see the twins were scheming up something and so could Nina. They both looked as if they were about to explode. Finally Ellen leaned over and whispered to Nina.
"Ask Johnny to tingle you that special way. You'll love it."
Nina played along. "What special way?" she whispered back.
"Just tell him to do it, you'll see. If you like it you can be one of his harem girls."
Nina shot me a look and I just grinned and shrugged. "Tell you later," I mouthed sotto voce.
As the twins kept instigating I gave Nina a little peck on the lips. She faked a shiver to appease them so we could finish eating. I was especially happy with that idea since I had about three pounds of medium T-bone in front of me. We had a nice time talking and laughing after we ate. Al had to split at seven-thirty; he wanted to get a few hours sleep before he pulled a graveyard shift at the Trails. Somehow Al managed to get a date with Shelia to go surfing with him next Saturday. He even secured both parents' permission.
After Al departed Mrs. Cavanaugh wondered aloud why Al had turned down the money when he looked like he could sure use it.
"What makes you think he needs it?" Nina asked.
"Well look at how he dresses and that appalling old car he drives," Donna replied.
Nina laughed. "Donna that's so like you to judge someone based on his appearance. You know that glass fronted house on the beach near the Holiday Inn? He owns that. He has an office there crammed with enough computers to run one of our companies. He is a very successful commodities broker. I watched him make ten thousand dollars in fifteen minutes trading oil futures one day."
We were all slack jawed in amazement. She couldn't be talking about the same Al; it just didn't make sense.
"So why is he working as a security guard?" I blurted.
Nina shrugged. "He likes the hours, since he works mostly nights and evenings he has plenty of time to surf and do his day trading. Plus, he needs the job because he doesn't spend any of the money he makes trading. He only bought the house because it was too good a deal to pass up. He bought it furnished down to the silverware at an estate sale and it's already tripled in value in three years. One of the computers in his office keeps track of his money up to the minute. Alan said when the running total hits twenty million he'll never work another day in his life. He figures that should be in the next six months."
That was the most outrageous story I had ever heard.
The Cavanaughs left at eight leaving Nina and me alone.
"Are you upset because Al asked Shelia out?" I asked.
That earned me a big laugh. "Heavens no, Alan and I are not romantically involved. He is one of the most unique people I ever met and he is a sweetheart, but there just isn't any chemistry between us. How about you, did it mess up any plans you had of asking Shelia out again?"
"No, I think Shelia and I were never destined to be. I mean I like her and all, but I guess the spark is missing just like with you and Al."
We talked for a few more minutes. She asked about Ellen's remark about a harem and I told her the story. She though it was pretty funny that someone had finally put one over on the precocious pair. Out of the blue Nina turned the conversation to something unexpected.
"I told my cousin Jacob about you. He said he'd like to meet you one day."
"Jacob Turner? Why would he want to meet with some kid?"
Nina grabbed me and kissed me on the lips. "I just love that about you, Johnny. You just seem as if you don't have a clue how special you are."
"I'm not anything special but that kiss sure was; any chance of getting another of those?"
It turns out that there was a very good chance of getting one more. It was at the door as I was leaving. Nina walked me out to the porch and gave me a hug. I returned it and held her, as she didn't seem anxious to let go. She turned her face up to me and locked eyes with me.
"Johnny, I want one of those harem girl kisses. With Alan there was no chemistry, with you there's a lab full of it."
So I pressed my lips down on hers; she opened her lips and slithered her squirmy little tongue into my mouth. I don't know if she was consciously sending them but I was getting big crashing waves of arousal from her. I turned them around and sent them back to her with all the strength I could muster. She moaned into my mouth and her arms tightened around my neck. I slid my hands down and cupped her butt pulling her tighter against me. Kong was nickel steel hard pressing against her. Finally she pulled away from me and stepped back. Her eyes were narrow slits of lust and she was breathing heavily.
"I guess that answers the chemistry question doesn't it? I'm glad I decided to try that out here instead of on the couch. Good night Johnny, call me soon, okay?"
I nodded and turned around, Kong leading the way. That was the hottest first kiss I ever received. And the arousal we shared instantly was as strong as Michelle and I worked up to mid-session. It took ten minutes for Kong to go back to sleep enough for me to remember my manners. I called Nina and told her what a great evening I had.
Suddenly life was very good again for this Polish boy. And, as is the case when things are going well, time seemed to fly by. Baseball and school filled my days and things with Michelle were terrific. Before I knew it was Saturday, the twelfth of February, and I was in my monkey suit at the Palmdale Country Club for the twins' birthday party. I assumed my post between Ellen and Elaine as they dragged me around and introduced me to their huge extended family. The twins looked very good in their matching burgundy dresses and black high heels. They were wearing make up and looked my age if not older. It was cousin this, she's the daughter of aunt and uncle that, they are my cousins on whoever's side. I am terrible at remembering names so it went in one ear pinged around in the void and slipped out the other.
One thing I did notice, though, was that I picked up the connection vibes from a lot of them. I connected with more people at that party than I had my entire life to date. I finally met their Uncle Jake (actually he was their second cousin, I believe). I was trepidacious about meeting him but he instantly put me at ease. He seemed to be a good guy. He and I talked about sports some; it was way cool talking about baseball to a guy who was in the Hall of Fame. That impressed me more than him being the President.
I also met his wife, the legendary Melissa Thornton-Turner. Now that's an experience I'll never forget. Like everyone in American I'd seen hundreds of pictures of her and I had seen her on television just as many times, so I knew she was gracious and beautiful. But I'm here to tell you, in person she was ten times those things and more. She had to be at least fifty years old, yet fashion models half her age seemed dowdy compared to her. When she put her hand on my arm and looked me in the eye to talk to me, I swear we were the only two people in the room.
"I heard all about what you did for Shelia. My Jake would have done something like that too; you remind me a lot of him when we were in high school." she said.
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