Have you ever met someone and felt an instant connection? An unspoken bond? I have, it happened when I was 6 yrs old.
My name is Alan Anderson. I am the youngest of four children that grew up in a loving home with working class parents. We lived in a fairly small Midwestern town. Not tiny but not large either. We knew most everyone in town at least by sight or name if not personally.
We lived across the street from the Johnsons. They were an older couple who had lived there forever. As a young kid, I had no clue how old they were. At 6 years old, most everyone seemed ancient to me. Their kids had all grown and moved away. One summer day I saw the police and ambulance there but I was not allowed to go over to see what was happening. My parents told us later that Mr. Johnson had died.
Over the next week, there was a huge amount of activity at the Johnson's. Family and friends came and went trying to support Mrs. Johnson in her time of grief. My parents went to the funeral, but my siblings and I did not. We stayed home with a babysitter, but we did go over to the gathering at Mrs. Johnson's house after the service. It seemed like the whole town was there. Everyone brought a dish, I had never seen so much food. All of us kids played quietly, trying not to cause any upset at what was obviously a somber event.
Over the next couple weeks, things calmed down and a for sale sign went up in their front yard. Mrs. Johnson had decided to sell the house and move to Florida by her oldest daughter. We said goodbye to Mrs Johnson as the moving van left and she drove off with her daughter and grandkids. I wondered who would move in now.
I would find out three days later. Another moving van arrived and started unloading. I saw a couple that appeared to be a few years younger than my parents and a blonde haired girl about my age. My mother made a casserole and that evening my whole family went over to welcome the new people to the neighborhood.
We knocked on their door and a very attractive blonde woman answered it. "Hi, we are the Andersons. Welcome to the neighborhood," my mom said. "I figured you would be too busy to cook, so I made you a casserole. I hope you like it."
The lady replied, "Hi, I am Sandy Watson. Thank you so much! Rick, Wendy, come meet the neighbors!" A tall brown haired man and the blonde girl came to the door. My dad introduced himself and then my brother, sisters, and me. Mr. Watson did the same as I looked closer at the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen.
I was a quiet kid (still am) and was kind of hanging back behind the rest of my family. The blonde girl walked over to me with an outstretched hand and said, "Hi, I'm Wendy. I'm six, how old are you?"
She was so pretty, she took my breath away. She was the same height as me, with blonde hair so light, it was almost white. Her large eyes were so blue, like the color of sapphires. I felt a shock when I shook her hand.
She was wearing jean shorts, t shirt, and sneakers. She turned out to be a bit of a tomboy. "You wanna go play," she asked? I shook my head yes and we took off into the nearby woods to explore. From that day forward, if you saw one of us, the other was close by. We were best friends and did everything together. I introduced her to the rest of the kids in the neighborhood and we all played together, but most times it was just Wendy and I. We just clicked, she was more outgoing while I was quiet. She usually suggested what to do and I went along with it. It didn't matter anyway, as long as we were together, we had fun.
In fall, I showed her around school and introduced her to everyone. We were in the same class, sat next to each other and hung out at lunch and recess. If you messed with one of us, you had to deal with both of us. I got into a couple fights on the playground when some kids decided to pick on the new girl. Not that she really needed the help.
The biggest bully in school found that out the hard way. He was picking on me, telling me I was a sissy for hanging out with a girl. When he knocked me down, I looked up to see a blonde haired bundle of fury descend upon him! It looked like she had four arms as she pummeled him. I got up and helped her teach him a lesson. After that, it was just accepted that we were together and life went on.
As we grew up, we stayed close. We shared all the issues of adolescence. Our changing bodies and changing attitudes. Our friendship grew into more as our hormones changed the boy/girl dynamic. One day when we were 13, Wendy (always the planner) asked me, "How many kids do you want to have when we get married?"
"We're gonna get married," I asked?
"Of course silly. Who else would I marry?"
I had never thought of it before (I was so not the planner), but it made perfect sense. We did not really have romantic thoughts yet, so I'm not sure we really understood the whole concept of marriage. We just were always together and always would be. So I answered, "I think two. A boy and a girl."
"That's what I think too," she laughed.
We started dating in high school. No one ever came between us. Everyone just assumed and accepted we were together. Not that it would have mattered anyway, we only had eyes for each other. Our instant connection had only deepened and strengthened over time.
We did not have sex, Wendy said she was not ready and I would never do anything to hurt her or pressure her. Of course we kissed passionately but no further. We turned 18 shortly before prom (our birthdays were a week apart), and we made our plans for that night. We rented a limo with three other couples and I got a hotel room for after prom. I hoped this might be the night we consummated our relationship but I was not going to push Wendy if she was still not sure.
Prom was romantic and wonderful. Wendy looked stunning in a light blue dress. She had blossomed into a beautiful young lady. She was 5'8" tall and weighed 125 lbs. Her hair was long to about the middle of her back. It had gotten darker over the years but was still a light blonde and she had curled it so it framed her lovely face. She still had the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen. I often got lost in those eyes. She had a lean athletic body with a killer ass and pert B cup breasts.
I had grown to 5'11" tall and was a slim 165 pounds. I was not skinny, I stayed active and had pretty good muscle tone. My eyes were also blue, but a much lighter ice blue. I had gotten my brown hair trimmed for this night and was wearing a black tux with a light blue shirt to match Wendy's dress.
My older brother had gotten me some champagne that I had chilling in the hotel room and I sprinkled some rose petals on the bed. We danced and socialized with our friends that night. During one slow dance, I looked into Wendy's beautiful blue eyes and said, "Wendy Watson, I love you. I thank my lucky stars that you moved in across the street and asked me to play that day. You have brought me nothing but joy, thank you."
She replied, "Alan Anderson, I love you too. I knew a good thing when I saw it that day. The joy and pleasure has been all mine!"
We then kissed. It started out slow and tender but got more passionate. As the song ended we continued to kiss, our tongues dueling in each other's mouth. We did not even realize the music had stopped until our friend Mary said, "Hey, get a room!"
Wendy looked deep into my eyes and said, "That's a good idea. Are you ready to go?"
