Somehow, I managed to get on with life. I was still terribly embarrassed and humiliated, but there was nothing much I could do about it. I stayed out of the house as much as I could, and skipped meals to avoid seeing my parents and brother. I was still scared that Kyle had told Danny what happened, and then Danny had told my parents. On the times when I couldn’t avoid seeing my family, and when I got the nerve to look them in the face, I searched for signs that they knew what happened. But they acted just as normal.
About 3 days after the incident, I was walking in the mall, when I saw Danny! I tried to get away without being seen, but Danny spotted me. He walked toward me, but I turned and quickly walked out of the nearest exit I could find. Out in my car, I breathed a sigh of relief that I had got out of talking to Danny. What in the world did he want anyway? He had been a witness to the most embarrassing event in my life. What in the world did he want anyway?
*****
The next day, after a swim in our pool, I was on my way to take a shower, when the phone rang.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hello Katie. It’s Danny.”
My heart beat, fast, remembering his eyes all over my body while I got myself off.
“Hi Danny. Kyle is here. Let me put him on the phone.”
“Whoa Katie, hold on. I didn’t call to talk to Kyle, I called to talk to you.”
“Danny, what could we possibly have to talk about?”
“I think we should talk about what happened last Saturday,” Danny said.
I paused for a moment.
“Listen Danny. You caught me in a private moment. That was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me. There is nothing else to say about it. I just want to forget it ever happened.”
“Katie, I need to tell you something. I don’t want to talk about it over the phone. And I don’t want to talk at your house, because I don’t want an audience. Can you come over to my apartment?”
He had some nerve!
“Katie, please don’t argue with me. Just say yes, okay,” he said gently.
I couldn’t be mad at him. He was being really nice. And I was hella curious about what he wanted with me.
“Okay. What time?”
“Come over in about an hour, if you’re free then.”
“That’s fine, I’ll be there. Bye.”
I didn’t know what the hell Danny wanted to see me about. But I was sure going to find out. I ran upstairs to get in the shower.
*****
At Danny’s apartment, I knocked on his door.
He opened it, and I looked up at him. “Hi Kate,” he said, using another one of my nicknames (my real name is Katherine, but only my parents call me that when I am in trouble). It was a combination of his looks and what he had seen me do, but I was starting to feel a little shy. All other things aside, he was truly handsome. He was tall, with dark hair that matched my own. He had big brown, expressive eyes that crinkled at the sides when he laughed. He was barefoot, and had on jeans and a white T-shirt. His hair was wet, indicating he had just gotten out of the shower. I blushed and just said “Hey.”
I am very modest, but to myself I could admit I looked good. I was dressed very casually, in jeans and a pink tank top with a built in bra. But I really didn’t need a bra, because my full 34C breasts stood at attention. I was blessed with flawless skin, and I never had to wear much makeup, only a little mascara and some lipstick. I was athletic and in great shape, and tight all over. My long, dark hair flowed wild and freely. Danny looked me up and down, and I could tell he liked what he saw.