"HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! YOU ARE FUCKING BULLSHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!" Summer was yelling exclamations as she was driving down the highway... nearly hitting a panel truck in the other lane. I had just finished telling her the story of my afternoon.
"No, that is pretty much the way it happened. And how about not killing us," I exclaimed as the little Honda came much too close to another car. Summer had just gotten the car about a month earlier, and with the way she was driving the poor vehicle did not seem like it would be long for the world. Summer was a curvy hippy chick with long dirty blonde hair, a cute pug nose, and beautiful green eyes. She was my first real love and we had lost our virginity to each other during a hot and sweaty summer about four years prior.
Grade school romances are always dicey, and upon returning to school fate worked against us continuing our teenage romance much further. Shortly after school started her mother had to move them to the other side of the city when her dead-beat father decided to drop off of the face of the Earth and stop paying child-support. There were lots of tears when she had to move to a new house, a new school, and we were no longer an easy bike ride away from each other... by the winter after that amazing summer we barely got to see each other.
Unlike so many other couples that I seen explode into ugly conflagration in the middle of the school hall, we were able to remain friends after the separation; soon enough when we were able to drive across town to see each other, coming back together to still be friends, only now with extra benefits. Looking back on it now, given the insane intensity of the emotions that most of the relationships I experienced during that period of life... it was probably the distance which allowed us to cool from first loves back to friends and then warm back up to casual lovers. If we had been around each other constantly in school after that summer we would have predictably spun out of control and self-destructed in one of any number of dramatic ways.
As it stood now we were best friends and able to share things with each other that we couldn't talk to other people about. She was the only person I could have told about my experience with the neighborhood nymphet in my parent's Jacuzzi.
"You have so created a fucking monster... a fucking monster," Summer disintegrated into peals of laughter at her own witticism. The car's nerve wracking swerves matched her laughter, the fact that she did not cause a thirty car pile-up can only be attributed to the intervention of divine providence.
"Give me a break, Summer. It's not like that."
Summer pulled onto the exit ramp that led to our usual haunt, a Burger King with a large parking lot where most of the younger crowd looking for a party in this part of the city hung out. She was still giggling as she found a parking place. "Wait... wait... let make sure I have this right. This is a girl who has been following you around like a puppy dog for a couple years now... and apparently has been stealing peeks at your bod and playing with herself fantasizing about you. Then when she gets a chance to be alone with you she fishes for a compliment, which you bite on because you are a sappy fool. Thereby, confirming in her head that you want her just as much as she wants you."
I interrupted Summer, "Come on, that's ridiculous."
Summer just gave me a knowing look, "Do you have a vagina?"
"No."
"Right... I do, I know what I'm talking about and you don't. You confirmed that you wanted her as much as she wanted you. And then she contrived a reason to take off her clothes, then see and play with your dick, because not only are you a sappy fool but you are a horny fool as well." Summer shook her head, "Sounds like you better hide your rabbit."
I looked at her a little confused, and she held up her right hand as if she had a knife in it and began stabbing me with the imaginary knife imitating the sound from 'Psycho', "EEEE! EEEE! EEEE! You've got yourself a Fatal Attraction, Mike."
I sighed and unbuckled the seat belt. As I opened the car door to get out I said sarcastically, "Thanks for all the help", and started walking towards the Burger King.
Half way across the parking lot Summer caught up to me, grabbing me from behind with both arms in a great big hug... I could feel her ample breasts pressing into my back, "Hey, I kid cause I love." She softly kissed my ear and then whispered evilly, "You gonna pop her cherry tomorrow?"
"Goddammit Summer!"
She giggled as she let go and ran inside.
In the restaurant we got some drinks and a large order of fries to share, we saw a few people who were familiar but Summer steered us to a quieter corner. She had mentioned that she wanted to talk about something. When we settled in she sipped on her drink quietly looking down as if I wasn't there, a signal that I recognized well.
I pulled from her, "So, what is up? You said yesterday that you wanted to talk."
Summer looked around a bit to make sure that nobody was within earshot, "I am kind of fucked up right now about Rachel. We hooked up again and," she paused like she wasn't sure how to say the next part, "she said that she loves me." She looked up from her drink and into my eyes, "Mike... I don't know what to do. I said it back to her, but it was like some kind of reflex, like my mouth just talked without giving my head a chance to tell it what the fuck to say."
I reached out a hand and gently grasped the one that was holding her drink. This was the late 80's, people were not as open and understanding then about homosexuality or bisexuality, and the term LGBTQ had not even been conceived. "Fuck! What if she expects us to be exclusive now, what if she assumes that I am a lesbian too, what the hell I am I doing?" She looked into my eyes as if there was going to be some answer hidden there.
"How do you feel about her?"
"I don't know. I guess I care about her, but it is not like I can talk to her about shit. Mostly I just enjoy her touch, and her lips, and the feel of..." she drifted off and got this dreamy and horny look in her eyes. I have to admit my own mind was drifting off to images of Summer's naked body embracing another woman's. "God, I wish I could introduce you to her, but..." she trailed off.
"You haven't told her about me."
"No, we don't really," she trailed off again, "I don't think she would understand. She is not like Ashley or Mary, who were just looking for a fling." She grew quiet, "I don't know what to do with her."
Even I knew what the right thing to do was, I was guessing that her reticence was because she knew it would hurt this girl. My skepticism apparently showed through my face when she frowned and said, "oh shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
Summer looked down, "you didn't have to. It was written all over," she motioned her free hand towards my face, "I should tell her the truth, consequences be damned... because the longer I let this go the worse it will get. I guess I knew, I just needed to say it to confirm it."
I nodded my head sagely and comfortingly squeezed her hand. She looked back up, Summer's bright smile again lighting up her face, "But, I don't have to face that till next week, so instead let's find something fun to do." With that she brushed off the worries in the ephemeral way that she was and scooted out of the booth we had sequestered ourselves in.
As she flitted away towards a loose gathering of people our age on the other side of the restaurant, she turned as I followed and teased, "besides, it is more fun to talk about your girl troubles."
-=*=-
Later that night Summer and I were laying out on a blanket on top of a water pumping station that over looked part of the city. The pumping station was nothing more than a twenty foot by twenty foot block of concrete with a steel door set in one corner. It had at one point been guarded by a chain link fence, but the surrounding forest had made short work of the fence and a couple of trees had opened a nice gap in it. It was pleasant and secluded and we used to come up here all the time when we had lived closer to each other... it was also the place where we had given ourselves to each other years before. We hadn't found anything interesting to do at the Burger King and had decided to drink a six pack I had bought for us from a store I knew didn't card.
Summer had brought a small boom box up to the pumping station and was playing some bootleg tape that she had gotten from Rachel... she had told me the band was called Fish (but with a Ph), they sounded an awful lot like the Grateful Dead to me. Summer was swaying her body to and fro to the music, a beer in her right hand held high above her head. Her loose summer dress was almost translucent in the light of the full moon, her shapely hourglass figure shadowed in the gossamer glow. I loved to watch her dance, her sensual moves were a lot better than the music.
When the tape ended, Summer plopped down beside me and flipped the tape over. I laid back to take in the stars, as she hit play. Instead of getting up and dancing again Summer laid down, resting her head on the top of my stomach. She laid there for a minute, then started to speak quietly, "If you do decide to pop her cherry tomorrow," I shifted uncomfortably to which she immediately edited, "I am not saying you are going to, just if you do... make sure you work her up real good before you do the deed."
I looked down at her, she was looking me in the eyes and had an indecipherable look on her face. "Girls talk and some of them I know have horror stories about how painful their first time was. And well... I can't say that our first time was the most comfortable experience I have ever had. And you are not small by any stretch of the imagination," she punctuated that by grabbing my cock through my jeans. "I guess what I am trying to say is, that if you are going to, promise me that you will make it as easy on her as you can."
I wasn't sure what to say so I just nodded, "OK, I promise."
