Ch. 02 – Teen Swimmers vs Bully
Ride to the Pool:
Three teenagers headed for swimming practice in the front seat of a faded blue clunker, a Chevrolet Impala. The small dark-haired girl in the middle turned to the driver,"Hey Andy, you'll get to meet my big sister, Janet, at the pool today."
"What's the occasion? Does she want to check out my six-pack abs while I'm in my skimpy swimming briefs?"
"Oh silly, she's too old for you!" Karen slapped at his leg. "She said she'd be in the area and wants to say hello. But I know she'll really be there to check out that college diver, Sullivan."
"Your sister can't do that! She has a boyfriend!" said Karen's red-haired friend, Aline.
"I know, but that's just like Janet. She always wants to look and fantasize."
Karen had starry-eyed affection for her new boyfriend Andy. She enjoyed flirting with him in front of her best friend, but it made her feel compassion for her friend at the same time. "Thanks, Andy, for giving us a ride to the pool." She lightly touched his knee with her fingertips, emphasizing her sincerity.
Andy laughed off her seriousness with, "Are you kidding Karen? Ah'll be a hero once people discover that Ah got to be in the same car with you two fine examples of smokin' hot female flesh!" He then answered her body language with an exaggerated raising of his right hand then a sudden closing on her thigh just above the knee.
"Horse bite!" he yelled. Karen squealed and squirmed out of his grip as she giggled with playful delight and slapped at his hand.
Aline, in the window seat, was a little saddened at their fooling around. She was very shy and peaked sideways at their antics through overly long bangs. Aline had beautiful thick red hair, which she couldn't appreciate because it only made her feel different. In addition she towered over her two friends not because she was so big but because they were both so small. Aline was keenly aware of the size differences and tended to stoop to make up for it.
Aline did have a couple of legitimate reasons to feel insecure. She was always somewhat congested which caused her to be even more silent than she was naturally. And at times like this, as she watched her two horse-playing friends, she suppressed any smiling to cover the gap between her front teeth.
Aline viewed her best friend with envy. Karen easily chatted and flirted with Andy while looking very cute and petite. She had dark hair and eyes along with a quick wit. Karen had the kind of confidence that Aline could never come close to having. Even though Andy was only a recent member of the local swimming team, Karen had easily and quickly charmed him into a boyfriend relationship.
Meanwhile Karen could sense that her good friend had turned sad, and she could guess why. Karen liked to have control of her environment and it made her uncomfortable when her friend was sad. Karen gently nudged Andy and silently communicated by rolling her eyes toward Aline. Andy smiled to let Karen know he got the message.
"Oh no!" Andy said as he raised his menacing right hand again, "I feel the dark forces commanding my hand to make another horse bite!" He continued to steer the car down the road with his left hand.
Karen hastily covered her thighs with her arms squealing, "Don't you dare!"
With lightning quickness Andy reached past his girlfriend's legs to grip the bare thigh of her best friend, "HORSE BITE!"
Aline was totally surprised and shocked. She screamed and jumped as Karen yelled and the car zigzagged down the street.
Andy laughed hysterically and shook Aline's thigh a good bit before he succumbed to the need for safer driving and Karen's objections, "Andy, you can't just grab my best friend's leg like that!" But all three of them were laughing and no one was the least bit angry. "Andy, you must be crazy!"
It definitely did the trick. Aline had a beaming smile and even sat without her normal slump. A little attention had perked her up and had suddenly made her feel good about herself.
Andy went through the humorous routine of responding to his girlfriend's objections. "Those bad voices in ma' head made me do it." The girls giggled and he continued, "Oh ma' God! Look at Aline's great legs. Those thighs must be heaven to touch."
Karen played along, "Well you can't be touching my best friend's legs!"
Aline added an enthusiastic, "Yeah!" But she clearly enjoyed being the center of their attentions for once.
Karen continued, "But since you're desperate to know, I'll touch her thigh for you and tell you what it's like." Karen placed her palm on her cooperative friend's thigh and sensuously moved under Aline's baggy shorts up to the hip.
Aline sat motionless as Karen talked, "Well her thigh is very smooth, especially her inner thigh." Karen moved her hand slowly and gently. Aline glanced over at the bug-eyed Andy and she slightly spread her knees while inching forward on the seat. Karen said, "Don't worry Andy. I don't think you would like it!" Karen withdrew her hand and faced Andy with a smug grin.
Aline giggled with delight and wiggled her legs in a taunting gesture. The girls seemed very pleased that this would torment Andy.
A pained expression crossed Andy's face as he looked ahead on the roadway. "Ah can't take this!"
Without any other warning Andy's right hand flew past Karen to Aline's bare upper leg. Before either girl could react Andy had reached up Aline's shorts all the way to her thigh and "accidentally" grazed the back of his hand against her bathing-suit-covered vagina.
Both girls started screaming and waiving their hands around aimlessly in the air. However, Karen did not physically try to stop Andy and neither did Aline. In fact, Aline kept her knees apart and did not pull back in the seat, even though her legs did vibrate with all of the excitement.
Andy withdrew his hand and the screaming from the girls stopped abruptly. Karen took a breath to make a statement when Andy again jammed his hand up Aline's shorts. His fingers danced along her upper thigh again, brushed along the bathing suit, and efficiently went into the leg opening of her suit to finger the bristle of Aline's pubic hair.
Aline still did not close her legs, grab at his hand, or move away. However her screaming did go up several octaves and many decibels. Karen was slapping at his arm as he returned both hands to the steering wheel.
"What is wrong with you?" Karen exclaimed as she continued to hit his shoulder, but not very hard. Andy just grimaced and flinched with each blow. Despite the girls' indignation it was clear to all three of them that this was just fun teenage play.
Andy stole a glance at Aline to make sure he had not made her angry. She was flushed with excitement and still smiling absently. Andy's eyes dropped to watch her full bosom move up and down with her rapid breathing. When he looked back up to her face, Aline was watching him and had clearly caught him ogling her chest. In that smiling instant they both knew they would pretend the extra-personal "touching" had been an accident.
Karen sat in the middle with her arms crossed, clearly not as angry as she was acting. Andy grinned.
"Hey Karen." he said meekly.
"What?" she barked.
"You were wrong. I did like touching Aline's thighs."
Karen responded by punching him in the shoulder again, but hard this time. All three of them chuckled with the good-natured fun.
Andy and Karen peeked sideways at Aline. Aline was sitting without a slump on her side of the car, beaming with pride and beauty. Karen faced Andy adoringly, rolled her eyes toward Aline, and secretly mouthed the phrase, "Thank You."
There's just no limit to what a young man will do to make his girlfriend happy.
Suddenly Andy leaned forward squinting at the road ahead. "Would yuh look at this bullsheeit?" Andy had been raised in South Louisiana and had kept his Cajun accent, along with outrageous behavior, and bawdy language even in mixed company. What he saw several cars ahead was a bicyclist in the middle of the road blocking traffic.
"There's a bike path right beside the road and this asshole has to ride in our lane!" Andy exclaimed. "Aline, roll down yo' window so Ah can say somethin' tuh him."
As Aline rolled her window down, she and Karen exchanged panicked expressions. They were obviously afraid that Andy would cause trouble. Aline took the initiative, "That's OK Andy, I'll talk to him."
One by one the cars in front were able to finally get around the guy on the bicycle. He was big and he wore a Florida State football jersey. Andy pulled even and Aline poked her head out of the window.
"Hey mister, you're blocking traffic. Can you please use the bike path?"
He barely glanced at her and continued pedaling as he said, "It's not a bike path, it's a sidewalk."
Andy and Karen could not hear him and asked Aline in unison, "What did he say?"
Without turning to answer them Aline looked over at the paved path running beside the highway. It clearly had a painted image of a bicyclist on the path.
"It's not just a sidewalk! It has the picture of a bicycle on it!"
