Lucy was an elusive girl. She was the only girl in the world that existed in my eyes, but that wasn't the case for her. She was the girl who liked to run around town and have several boyfriends. Granted, that is what high school is all about, but she pushed the limits. In the small farm town that we grew up in, you only had so many options and everyone knew everything that was happening or so it seemed. She had built a reputation as the slutty athletic girl with great looks, but from a troubling family on the bad side of town.
I also lived on that side of town and was often criticized for hanging out with her by my friends and family. My family was a transplant to the "bad" side of town. When my parents divorced, my mom, my older brother and I moved into a house that my mom could afford. Before my parents divorced, we lived out in the country on two acres of land in a house that my parents had built from ground up. My neighbors were local business owners and school district superintendents.
Lucy always went for the guys with the rough bad boy image because that who she related to the best. Her brothers were trouble makers in town and that is what she knew of boys. I saw something different in her though, the deeper side of her. The inner core where she just wanted to be loved and shown that she was worthy of anything and everything.
Unfortunately for me, I was in her friend zone. She did not look at me as a boyfriend, but rather a great friend and neighbor. We spent the summer breaks of our high school years riding bikes out into the country, fishing at the canal and playing in the woods. During these times, I would listen to her as she told me how awful her life was and the daily shenanigans of her siblings. I would often advise her to choose a different path and make something better of her life, but it is hard to be something that you have never seen before. So I made it a mission to be the person to show her a better way of life.
My senior year, I took a job at a local factory, grinding welds down for a few dollars an hour. The job was dirty and didn't pay well, but it was better than nothing and put a little money in my pocket. Each day, when I arrived home from work in the afternoon, Lucy would be there waiting for me. I would run inside and shower quickly while she waited outside. When I was done, we would run off to the canal, the woods, to the park or simply go for a drive when I was allowed to borrow my mom's car.
There were many times that I would sit a few inches behind her at the canal and stare at her for minutes at a time. She would often wear a wife beater t-shirt like her brothers and a pair of jogging shorts. By her senior year, she had developed a nice set of breasts and had nice, wide birthing hips. She would run everyday which kept her body thin, but not overly muscular. She had dirty blonde hair that became golden during the summer from long exposure to the sun. She often wore her hair up in a ponytail, hanging down to the middle of her back.
"You are my best friend and the sweetest guy I know" she would tell me often.
Her words made me proud and happy. The only thing that kept me from being totally satisfied is that she would never date me, or so I thought. I was by no means the best looking guy in town and was short for a male, barely 5' 6". Running around all the time and wrestling in school helped me stay fit and gave me a little muscle tone to my arms and chest.
We both celebrated our 18th birthday in the summer by getting drunk down by the river. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I was afraid doing so would ruin our friendship. Instead, she asked me to hold her close as we lay on the blanket and that is just what I did until we fell asleep under the stars.
Towards the end of our summer leading up to our Senior year of high school Lucy started dating a guy that she really liked. She started spending more and more time with him and less time with me. Because she wasn't around as much, I started dating this girl from the other side of town. Lucy and I did not see much of each other until one week before school started. She wrote me a note and left it on my car at work. I found the note and read it as I was leaving work. In the note, she said she needed to talk to me.
Lucy was having troubles with her boyfriend, like always. This time though, she said he was pushing her around and treating her like shit. I told her she needed to leave, but she confided in me that she loved having sex with him. She said he could last for a long time and filled her insides. I kind of felt jealous of her boyfriend because I knew that if that is what attracted her, I would not be able to match his size or endurance.
After the first couple weeks of school, she finally broke it off with him, only to run back to him a few weeks later when she wanted some dick. They would last a few days then break up again. I told her that she deserved someone better. Someone that would treat her as good as I treated her. She said she wished she knew someone as sweet as me. I didn't understand why she never said she wanted me.
On Christmas Break, she would come over to my house early in the morning when my mom was at work and crawl in bed with me. She would snuggle up close to me and let me hold her, but if my hands moved too far above or below her stomach, she would slap my hands and tell me to be good. This was agonizing for me, I felt like I was walking around with a hard-on all the time with her.
One day it was snowing outside when she came over. I talked her into going outside to play for a little bit around 2pm, an hour before mom came home. She was acting weird that day for some reason. I asked her what was wrong but she would not give me an answer. She was clinging to my arm, stating that she was cold, but always looking around.
We walked up to a pile of snow on the corner of the road, put there by a plow. I grabbed a stick and drew a vagina in the snow. Lucy's face turned three shades of dark red when she saw it.
"Why did you draw that?" she asked me.
"What is it?" I asked her.
She would not answer me and started to cover it up with snow, though I knew she knew what it was. This was the first time I had seen her act shy. She would talk about having sex, but wouldn't tell me what I drew?
A little while later, when we came to another snow pile, she grabbed a stick and drew a dick and balls then asked me what it was. I told her that I wasn't going to tell her what it was unless she told me what I had drawn earlier. Again, her face was bright red. Finally she said, "It was a vagina. There I said it!"
"Why was that so hard for you to say and why did you get so embarrassed when I asked? You have talked to me about having sex many times before."
She looked at me with a sad face and said, "You are the good guy. You aren't supposed to be drawing things like that. That is something my boyfriends would do."
I laughed, "Well maybe I am a bad boy and you just think I am a good guy."
"No!" she said in an angry and hurt voice. "You are a good guy. If you are a bad boy then I don't want to be around you."
Lucy started walking away from me, toward my house. I ran up to her and put my arms around her. She brushed me off, huffing and puffing, a couple times.
The third time, she said, "Stop it."
I took her hand in mine and said, "Come on Lucy. You know exactly who I am. I was just having a little fun. I am sorry."
Lucy stopped walking and looked at me. "Promise me you aren't a bad boy or I am done being your friend."
I looked her in they eyes and said, "I am the the good guy." I couldn't hold back my feelings for her anymore. "I want to be the bad boy if that is what it takes to be your boyfriend though. You need a good guy like me, but you won't give me a chance."
Tears started running down her face, "You don't want me. Don't say that you do. I will only break your heart. I am not the kind of girl for you."
Being stubborn, I said, "Why aren't you the girl for me. You are kind hearted and loving and fun and the most beautiful girl I know. I love spending my time with you."
"Then why didn't you ever tell me that before?" she asked, looking me deep in the eyes.
I gasp for air while trying to think of a good answer. "Because I am not the type of guy you date. I want to be the guy that you date, but you don't think of me that way."
Lucy took me by the hand and walked with me toward my house. My mom pulled into the driveway as we were heading to the house and parked it in the garage. She said "Hi" then headed into the house.
After mom went inside, Lucy turned to me and said, "I am cold. Let's go into your garage to warm up."
I opened the garage door and escorted her inside. She leaned up against the front of my mom's car where it was still warm. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, combining our body heat to keep each other warm. Neither of us talked for a long time. My hands were rubbing her back as we held each other close for a long time.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucy pushed me away and looked at me with crying eyes. I started wiping the tears from her eyes and finally asked, "Lucy, why are you crying?"
She half giggled then said, "I don't know. I am just an emotional mess."
I laughed at her reply and said, "I your aunt flow visiting?"
