Billy's First Date With Rachel Nicholson
As I was walking down Broad Street I remembered I needed to go by the florist shop to pick up Rachel's corsage. I turned on Wright Avenue and made my way down to Main Street where I turned west and walked another three blocks before entering Marybeth's Flower Shop.
A sales lady approached and asked me if she could help me. I told her my name was Billy Williams and I was here to pick up a corsage. She smiles and said, "The corsage is in our cooler. I'll go get it for you." She came back and opened the box to show me the corsage.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, the two pink rosebuds look lovely together."
I paid her for it and the sales lady said, "Thank you for shopping at Marybeth's Flowers. I hope your date enjoys the corsage you bought for her."
"Thank you. I hope so too! I do know she will be surprised."
I left the shop and took a short cut toward home.
When I got home, Ginny was not there. I found a note on the kitchen table telling me that Colonel Weaver came over to pick her up, and he promised to have her back home before 1 a.m. Sunday morning. She told me she had washed the car, filled the tank with gas, and cleaned out the inside of the car. She wrote, "The forty dollars is for your dinners and she reminded me not to forget to tip the server. Then after you have sex with her in the morning I will have pancakes, bacon, and a fruit salad ready for you and Rachel. Have fun dancing at the club. I put clean sheets on the guest room bed and I hung clean towels in the guest bathroom. Have a good time together. I'm sure you will be successful in getting into her panties. Ginny"
I put her corsage in the refrigerator to keep it cool. It was getting late so I went into Ginny's bathroom and took a shower. I didn't want to mess up the guest bathroom since she spent so much time cleaning it. I shampooed my hair, cleaned my nails, and shaved the whiskers from my face. Then I began to dress for my date. Thank goodness my dancing shoes were polished.
I wanted to get to Rachel's early because I wanted to chat with her mom. She was very friendly and nice the other day. If Rachel acts like other girls she won't want me to be spend too much time talking with either one of her parents before leaving the house. That's why I wanted to get to Rachel's house early so I would have plenty of time to talk with her mom, Charlene.
I walked up and knocked on Rachel's front door. Her mother, Sandy Nicholson, opened the front door, smiling broadly, and inviting me to come into her house. She said, "Rachel is running a little late Billly."
"I'm in no hurry Mrs. Nicholson. I came early so I could spend some time talking with you." I placed the corsage on the edge of the coffee table.
"Oh, that's sweet of you. None of Rachel's other boyfriends have ever done that; they are usually a few minutes late so they can snatch Rachel up and scoot off to wherever they had planned to go. I'm sorry my husband, Jeff, isn't home at the moment, but I am delighted that you wanted to spend some time talking with me before going on your dinner date with Rachel. She reached out and took my hand and led me into her kitchen. She turned toward me and asked, "Can I get you something to drink Billy? I have some soft drinks in the refrigerator."
"No, I don't need anything to drink Mrs. Nicholson."
"Please Billy, don't call me Mrs. Nicholson. I prefer that you call me Sandy. Mrs. Nicholson is way to formal for a girl like me"
"Ok, I would prefer to use Sandy too."
"Rachel tells me you are a senior at Thomas Jefferson High School, and plan on attending the university here in our town after you graduate."
"That's the game plan." Sandy was still holding onto my hand as we stood there facing each other in the kitchen. Maybe in the her excitement she forgot she was holding my hand. I made no effort to remove my hand from hers. It felt good to feel the softness of her hands and they felt warm and inviting to me.
Sandy's eyes were a marine-blue and very beautiful. She seemed very pleased that I had arrived early. She smiled and said, "Your dad must be connected with the Air Force if you are taking my daughter to the Officer's Club for dinner and dancing."
"Yes, my dad's name is Colonel Joseph Williams and he is a career pilot who is deployed from time to time on secret missions somewhere in the world. My stepmom and I have no idea where he time of deployment. He's usually gone three months during the year, but sometime it can be a lot longer than that."
"Oh, that must be tough on your stepmom? I know I wouldn't like to be left alone for three months, not knowing where my husband was. I'm left home far too many days as it is. I hate it. How does your stepmother handle it?"
She took her free hand and grabbed my other hand. She was standing directly in front of me holding both of my hands and her gaze never left my face. "Ginny doesn't handle it very well Sandy. In fact she hates it too. If she had know that she would have never married my dad."
"I've had that same feeling myself. My husband goes on business trips far to often and for too many days. I feel like a slave sometimes."
She paused, I thought, trying to keep from crying,
"What happened to your birth mom, Billy?"
She died in an automobile accident when I was young. My dad married Ginny who was even younger than my mom."
"How old is your stepmother."
"She's twenty-five years old."
"Oh! ... Well, it hard enough running a household, but adding the care of a stepson when you are only in your early 20s can be very stressing?
You must be a great support for your stepmom since she doesn't have her husband around to help her ... and ... to provide for her needs."
"My dad made sure I understood my role before he left for deployment. He told me "Billy, you're the head of this house now. He continued, "It's your responsibility to take care of Ginny and do things that will help her manage the house, but you also need to provide her with any physical or emotional support she needs." Sandy, I have tried to do a good job in that regard."
"That must be the reason I think you act and talk more maturely than other boys Rachel's age. You have been raised to assume some responsibility. I know your stepmom must be grateful to have a young, strong, mature teenager around to help her with all her needs. Thia must be a very lonely period of time for her ... my goodness three months, or maybe longer ... I don't think I could handle what your stepmother has to deal with. That's a long time for any young women to be left on her own. I know she must be delighted to have you around to lean on from time to time. I certainly would if I was your stepmom. "
"Mom, who are you talking with?"
"It's Billy, Rachel. Don't be in a hurry dear. Billy and I are having a wonderful time talking together."
"Sandy, leaned forward and whispered, "I know Rachel is pissed that we are talking to each other, and enjoying it. Rachel never brings her boyfriends to the house because she thinks we will either say something embarrassing about her, or we will try to interrogate her date." She smiled at me and squeezed my hands."
"I am enjoying my conversation with you too, Sandy. I like hanging out with adults. I have several adult friends I like to visit and I like all my girlfriend's mothers. I love conversing with each of them on a whole range of subjects. I'm a very open and out-going person Sandy. I love to engage in dialogue with other out-going adults like you."
"Well, you are certainly a step above most teenagers today. I'm enjoying my time with you right now. I hope you will feel at ease to stop by and talk with me whenever you're near our house. Now that she knows we are conversing, she will speed up the dressing process to get you out of my clutches." She smiles seductively and squeezed my hands again. Sandy's hands were smooth, soft, and warm and I was in no hurry for her to stop holding them.
"Today I'm jealous of my daughter Billy. I sure would like to go out with someone for dinner and dancing."
"Well, maybe we could double date sometime. You and your husband and Rachel and I could all go out there together and have a nice evening."
"Billy, that would be nice, but Jeff doesn't like to dance, and my daughter definitely would not approve of that arrangement."
"Well, then maybe sometime when they are both out of town, call me and I will take you out there for dinner and dancing. Do you think your husband would mine if we went out on a date together?"
"I don't know the answer to that, but give me your telephone number and if Jeff and Rachel are ever out of town on the same weekend, I will definitely call you." She released my hands to reach for a pencil and a piece of paper. I wrote my name and number down quickly and gave it back to her.
Sandy folded the piece of paper and shoved it down into her bra; then she reached out and took my two hands again into hers. She smiled and began to giggle and then she laughed. "Jeff wouldn't care, but my daughter would go crazy. She thinks I try to steal all her boyfriends." Sandy squeezed my hands and stood there looking at me with a big smile on her face. Then she looked at me seriously and said, "Billy, I would love to go out to dinner with you and dance afterwards. It can be hard sometimes being a wife and mother, and feeling like you're a caged animal. Our date will probably never become a reality, but just knowing a young good-looking man like you would consider going out with an older woman like me makes my day!" She smiled, not so much at me, but at the possibility of going out with me.
"You know Billy, your stepmom and I are about the same age. She's really blessed to have a strong, supportive good-looking man like you looking out for her needs. I was wild when I was a teenager and I got pregnant with Rachel when I was barely 14 years of age. In those days the boy was expected to marry the girl he knocked up. That marriage didn't last, but I consider myself one of the lucky ones. I met Jeff at church event and we eventually got married. I can identify with your stepmom. I think you said her name was Ginny. Well Ginny's a lucky lady, because she has you to look after her needs. And Lord knows when my man isn't around I have lots of basic needs I need to be filled." She paused again & I saw moisture forming in her eyes. "Take good care of your stepmom Billy. She needs your support. I'm glad you said you were trying to be supportive and trying to take care of Ginnty's needs. Ginny's a lucky woman if you can take care of her needs."
"I stood there a moment and I squeezed her hands and smiled. I was beginning to feel a close connection with Sandy. I said to her in a whispered voice, "Sandy, I'm going to imagine for two of the dances that I'm actually dancing with you, and not Rachel."
"She looked up at me, with tears soaking her eye lids, and in the softest voice possible. "Thank you so much Billy. That's very sweet of you. Then she took and placed her arms around my neck and gave me a big warm hug that lasted longer than it probably should have. Then she looked at me again and said, "Thank you Billy. Finally, my daughter found the right boy."
I heard Rachel's voice, "I'm ready Billy. Let's get going!"
Her mom said, "Do you have your suitcase with your clothes and robe?"
"Yes, mom, I got everything. Are you ready Billy?"
"Well, I have something for you to wear?" I walked over to the coffee table and picked up the corsage box and handed it to Rachel.
"What? ... What is it Billy?"
"It's a corsage!"
"You bought me a corsage?"
