You need to read part one to understand this story. I wrote it in two parts because of the length. Thank you for reading it and for your comments.
DG
Chapter 2:
On Thursday, I mentioned to Sam that I was going to go see my uncle and his family on Friday and asked her if she wanted to go along and meet them. We were already going to another Tiger game on Saturday.
"I'd like to, Jeff, but that's my night with the girls. I can't disappoint them on such short notice. Maybe another time."
It was every Friday with the girls and Saturday with me. I knew at some point I would have to have a heart-to-heart with Sam. My feelings for her were strong and beginning to bother me. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her. It was going to come to a head. I thought I'd better wait until after her sister's wedding. I didn't want to ruin that for her.
I went to my uncle's on Friday. Uncle Bud and Aunt Helen were celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary. My brother and his family were there and of course Allen and Carol, Uncle Bud's kids were there also.
I met a few of the neighbors and friends of my aunt and uncle. I'd met Allen and Carol when we were kids. I was two years older than Carol who was twenty-two and Allen was still in college; he was twenty-one. I remembered when they would come to visit when we were little kids.
I think my parents even brought us up to Michigan one time to see them also. I do have to say Carol was a looker. Built about like Sam and had blond hair also. I did think 'too bad she was my cousin.'
My cousin Allen came up and asked me how I liked Detroit. I told him apart from being a little lonely at times, it was okay. He saw me staring at his sister who was dressed in a rather skimpy bathing suit.
He laughed, "I know; too bad she's your cousin. It wouldn't have made much difference anyway. Her friend Cindy is here today. She and Cindy have been close friends since high school. To me it doesn't make any difference. She's a really cool sister and it's her life."
I thought for a moment. Carol and Cindy were the names of the two girls that I had heard about with Sam. Surely, it wasn't my own cousin. I needed to find out. I just had to go about it the right way.
I talked with Carol and asked her how she was doing. We talked about when we were all little kids and ran around the fields and played on the haystacks and got in trouble going into the caves. Carol just laughed. She said those were some really fun times.
We talked about her high school and she said she was a jock. She and a couple of her friends loved sports. I mentioned that I knew a woman named Samantha Davis who was a jock. That we were partners in plumbing class.
"Sam! God, I love Sam," said Carol. "She was one of my best friends. How is she doing? I sure miss her. We had some of the best times together. No girl could play sports like that girl. She was better than most guys. I really loved that girl. Tell her I would love to see her again," smiled Carol.
About that time, another good-looking woman walked up to us. Carol introduced us. "Cindy, this is my cousin Jeff. He moved here from..."
"West Virginia," I said. "Before that I lived in Kentucky. Carol used to come down and visit during a few summers."
"Nice to meet you, Jeff," smiled Cindy.
"Guess what, Cindy? Jeff is taking a plumbing class and guess who's in his class?" asked Carol.
"How should I know? I'm not exactly into plumbing..."
"Sam ... Sam is in his class. He says they are good friends," said Carol.
"Oh, my God! We love that girl. You tell her that we said hi and to come see us. Before you leave, we'll give you our address. We lost touch when we went to college. I'd love to see her again."
"I'll do that. I'm sure she would like to see you ladies again also."
"Oh," said Carol. "If you want to have a little fun with her, ask her what happened in the shower after one of our ball games. I'm sure she will remember," laughed the two ladies.
Damn, I knew what happened in the locker room. I guess what I had heard about her was true. I still don't care. I was falling in love with her. It's just she didn't know it.
On Saturday, Sam and I went to the game. I did my best to enjoy it but the thought of my cousin Carol knowing Sam did bother me. I decided not to talk to her about it yet.
I told Sam that my sister was coming to visit me and I wanted them to meet her. Sam said it would be great, just let her know when. Sue my sister came up the following weekend. She and her husband Bryan were going to stay at my brother's place for about a week; I would visit with them.
During class on Thursday I told Sam my sister and brother-in-law were coming in Saturday. They were staying for the week. They had one child who was only one year old. I also mentioned that I had met her friends Carol and Cindy at my uncle's place. She looked surprised.
"You met my friends Carol and Cindy?" asked Sam.
I handed her the address and phone number the girls had given me.
"As a matter of fact, Carol is my cousin. I had only seen her a couple of times when we were kids. I couldn't believe it when I found out she knew you," I replied.
"Carol and Cindy were my best friends in school along with the other girls that played sports. I guess it's because we spent so much time together. We all played volleyball, softball and basketball. We were all on the track team but we almost had to work it in. Our schedules were so full."
"So why didn't you keep in touch?" I asked.
"Just part of life. They both went out of state to college and I went to the local school for plumbing. I'd love to see them again. They really are a couple of fun girls," said Sam.
Again I was confused. She talked about them as good friends, not old lovers. Maybe she really isn't gay. Damn, why am I so afraid to just ask her? I really knew why. I was afraid that if she said she was, I might lose her as a best friend.
We went to my brother's place on Saturday. It was so good to see my sister again. I hugged her and gave her a sisterly kiss. "I sure missed you, Sue," I said.
"I missed you too, little brother. So, where is this girlfriend you've been hiding from the family?"
'Oh, shit,' I thought. 'How would Sam react?' I turned around and Sam had just walked in the room. She had been talking to my brother for a minute. Bob and his family had met Sam a number of times. I remember they thought she was a real looker and had a great personality. I never mentioned about her possibly being gay. At least Sam was smiling; she must have not heard Sue.
"Sue, this is my best bud Sam. Sam, Sue is my youngest and most ornery sister. This is her husband, Bryan holding my niece Amanda."
They all greeted each other with hugs. Sue looked at Sam and said, "You sure are a looker. How did my little brother ever find you?" laughed Sue.
I figured I had to get Sue to the side and tell her that Sam and I weren't a number before it got too far. I didn't get a chance as Sam answered her question.
"Jeff and I took a plumbing class together. We became friends and we have our best bud day which is Saturday. He seemed rather lost in our big city," she smiled. "So I offered to show him the sights. I've lived here my whole life."
