I was awakened, on Thursday morning, by a hellacious thunderclap. My foggy mind managed to relate this event to the possibility that it was raining outside. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and saw the never-fail morning cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand. I used extra caution with the first sip, as yesterday I had nearly been scorched. It's hot, but I fooled Louise and didn't gulp the first taste down. I could not see or hear Lou. So I wandered into the bathroom for my morning constitutional, and was pleased to see blue towels on the rack this morning. I am suitably impressed. I had my shower, brushed my teeth, brushed the hair, which I have decided to let grow longer after graduation. What the heck, I thought, I'm a musician. I found a pair on light weight summer khaki pants, and a red silk, pullover shirt, and my penny loafers, grabbed the cup of hot coffee and made my way upstairs to find Louise.
As usual, Louise was her cheerful self and was busily heaping food on a plate for my consumption. "Morning Lou." I greeted her with a toothy smile. "Hi Honey Boy." Came her lilting reply. How can anyone be so cheerful at this hour of the day, it was barely 7:00 in the morning and already, she was ready to do battle with anything that came along. I needed time to adjust each day, or I was worthless. Louise placed the heaping plate in front of me and stooped to kiss me on the forehead. She was wearing a shimmering blue satin robe, belted at the waist, and as she kissed me, it fell open exposing her mammoth tits to my close inspection. "I love you so much, Virgil. You've been like my very own baby boy all these years. I know we're going to miss your daddy when he moves south, but I'm going to stay right here and keep on taking care of you just like I did for him and your mother. That is if you want me to." She looked like she was about to cry. "Of coarse I want you to stay, you are my mama, and you always have been, no matter what." I cuddled her in my arms and kissed her full on the lips. I felt her tongue push past my lips and she seemed to relax. "Let me eat and get to school, we'll talk about everything after I get home this afternoon."
As I pulled into the parking lot at school, I saw Gail's car parked out in the middle of the lot. Gail was sitting behind the wheel. I parked next to her and she jumped out and got into my car, "Hi Virgil." She smiled and straightened her skirt, which had ridden up over her rump as she slid in. "Hi Gail." I answered. "Boy, Chrissie was really bummed-out last night." She started, "She wanted to give Dennis some pussy, but after Al and Terry came back Dennis was kinda weird."
"So I heard. Denny says she sucked all of their dicks and then, he didn't want to kiss her. Denny's not too bright, some times. I'd have told those two to buzz off, if it was me. It was his deal, with her, and they messed it up by coming back. Although, she didn't have to blow them when she was set up there with Dennis." I said. "I know, she's a real slut sometimes. She'll blow anybody in the room, or all of them if they want it. That's why she can't get a decent boyfriend, I can't get through to her and I'm worried she'll get herself into trouble some day. Oh well, I sure enjoyed myself, last night. My pussy is still tingling from you." She said. "I enjoyed myself too, maybe we can go out or something sometime. I'm buried with stuff until after graduation, my sisters are coming in for a week, and my dad is moving to Key Biscayne. I don't have any idea what I'm doing right now. We have got to get to class." I returned. I started my car and pulled up as close to the school as I could get. It was still raining.
We ran up the sidewalk to the building together and she went to her first period chemistry class and I headed for the woodshop. I have been working on a jewelry chest all year and I was very pleased with my progress, to date, and would have it completed for a grade by the end of next week. I had glued many pieces of different kinds of wood together to make an interesting mosaic. It had two separate trays that lifted out, on a clever brass mechanism that I had purchased through a hardware catalogue. I have constructed several functional separations into the various trays. Each designed to accommodate different items of jewelry. One section for rings, one section for earrings, another for pins, and the larger bottom compartment for necklaces. It would be lined with red velvet. I was planning to make this project a gift to Louise, as a token of my appreciation for her continued love and attention. I am very proud of this piece because it took so long to make and it was coming out very nicely. I hoped that Louise would enjoy it.
Second and third periods were uneventful and I had just seated myself in the lunchroom when Chrissie carried her tray over to the table and asked if she could talk to me for a few minutes. "Sure, Chrissie, have a seat. You look nice today." She was wearing a skin-tight white knit dress, very short and simple. She piled her books on the table and sat next to me. "About last night," She began, "I can't imagine what I was thinking when Terry and Al came back. I was just so hot, and they came over to me and were feeling my tits and everything. I wanted to fuck Dennis, but they wanted blowjobs too. I'm just so stupid sometimes."
"I guess Denny was pretty let down. He likes you and his girl is a total nowhere when it comes to sex. He needs more than his cock sucked, if you know what I mean." I countered. "I know, I wanted to do him but we have to be somewhere alone. I can't help myself if anybody else is around. Gail told me you two had a great time last night. I get so jealous of her sometimes. She's so beautiful and smart. I wish I was more like her."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Chrissie. You're just as hot looking as she is. You've just got to think about what you're doing. If you act like you did last night with the wrong guys, you could get yourself in a real jamb. Just use your head." I said.
I continued, "Dennis needs a steady girlfriend. I have the idea he's thinking you're a fuck-slut now and it might be hard to change that. I'll check him out and see if he's still interested, don't give up yet. "He says you suck dick real good, maybe you'd like to give me a shot sometime?" I chuckled. She looked at me and smiled, "You name the time and place, and I'll be there."
"Would you mind if Gail was there too?" I asked. "Both of us?" She asked back. "Yup, both of you. Gail told me she'd like that too." I stated. "Sure, why not" She said. "I gotta get to class, I'll see you later." She gathered up her books and tray and disappeared into the hall. I sat there for a couple of minutes and wondered what the hell was going to happen to me next. I still had an hour of history, and then English class, before I left for the day. A lot can happen in two hours these days.
I always enjoyed history class and Mr. Schultz was great. He had a way of making his class interesting. I was planning on a good grade on his final because I had breezed the whole year. This hour was spent on prep for next weeks' finals, which would be three sections. One Monday, one Wednesday, and one Friday. I looked forward to this exam, and didn't feel the need for a lot of touchup. Last period was English. Ms. Stone was her usual vivacious self and she spent the period talking about format and content for a good term paper. I had my essay already roughed out so I just jotted a few notes and sat there thinking about her and Dianne and Louise in the War Room. I got the butterflies. I had taken a seat in the second desk from the front today, in the row next to the door. As she had been talking to the class, I had doodled a butterfly on the corner of the page upon which I was taking notes. Ms. Stone wandered down the aisle two rows over, and came up the aisle next to my seat. She paused as she came by me and tapped her pencil on the edge of my desk, right by the butterfly, looked at me and raised one eyebrow slightly. I looked into her eyes and I got those vibrations again. She continued back to the front of the room. I watched her hips do the slow roll as she walked. She had a great ass. I knew that some day, I'd get to chew on it. I had a big boner when the bell rang, and I bolted for the parking lot before she saw the evidence.
As I plunged out the schoolhouse doors, I was met with an absolute downpour. I ran to my car, and was drenched by the time I reached it. I started the big Thunderbird power plant up, and turned down toward the highway. No stops today. I wanted to get home and dry off and I needed to talk with dad and Louise about a few things regarding dad's plans. Louise seemed rather preoccupied this morning and that was gnawing at me. I wanted to find out what was on her mind and assure her that I would help her if she had any problems.
I backed into my parking spot and dashed into the house. I stripped out of my soaking wet clothes, and grabbed one of the fluffy blue towels to dry off with. I'll have to remember to commend Louise for her color selection. As I was drying off the phone rang. I answered and it was Louise from upstairs questioning whether I would be home for dinner. "I am here for the duration." I told her. "Is dad home?" I asked. "He called from Ormond and said he'd be here by 7:00. He also asked to have a word with us if possible, tonight. He has some papers for us to sign regarding the estate and wants to talk to you about your graduation." She replied. "Cool." I said, "I'll be up in a couple of minutes. What do I do about this shirt? It's the red silk one and it's soaked. The pants I hung in the shower." I asked. "Bring it all up with you, I'll take care if it for you." She instructed.
I finished drying off, found a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt, picked up my wet duds, and bounded up the stairs. Louise met me at the top of the stairs and disappeared into the laundry room with my wet clothes. She returned to the kitchen, chuckling to herself. "You must have looked like a drowned rat, young fella, your clothes were soaked."
" No joke," I answered. "It's pouring like hell out there. We need the rain but this is really something." She chuckled again and offered me a cup of hot coffee to stave off the chill. I accepted with the usual amount of caution, Louise's coffee will burn you to the bottom if your not careful. She poured us each a cup and she sat down at the breakfast table. She motioned for me to take a chair across from her and sipped on her coffee gently.
"I want to talk to you man to man." She said, "Let me say what's on my mind and then I want you to be honest with me. Okay?"
