My senior year of High School I had a mad crush on two girls, Beth and Rosa. Beth was sweet and quiet. She was one of those tomboys who just turned beautiful over night. She didn't date much. I think she was still getting used to guys noticing her and flirting. I wanted to ask her out but I was afraid I had missed my chance and besides I couldn't work up the nerve.
Rosa has always been beautiful. Every guy has a crush on her. She was really well developed and let it be known to anyone who would listen that she had been on dates with college guys since her sophomore year. Rosa and I were kind of locker buddies, we'd talk while we got books for our next class, and we had math together. We had a sort of unspoken agreement that she would be nice to me and I would let her copy my homework. It would never even occur to me to ask her out.
One day during a test, I wrote extra big and made sure my paper was where she could see it.
"Man," she said as we walked out of class that day, "Thanks and all, but you better be careful, you know people just take advantage of nice guys."
I smiled and did a half bow and in my nerdiest formal voice said, "feel free to take advantage my lady."
She laughed, shook her head and said, "don't think I wont, Prince Charming."
Most of my friends were like me, nerdy goody two shoes. We didn't cuss or drink, heck, we never really went out. I don't just mean on dates, with girls. I mean we rarely left our houses!
So when Rosa would allow me to sit with her and her friends during lunch, I was so grateful. Instead of talking about Batman or Star Wars, we were talking about blow jobs and cup sizes. Well, I say we, but of course I just listened and tried not to blush. I know her friends wondered why I was there at all. If I ever did talk, they'd just roll their eyes at me and change the subject. That is if they were feeling nice! Otherwise, they would humiliate me by asking all sorts of questions about sex and the male anatomy. But I took it, because I was sitting there with Rosa!
Our town was in the midst of a streaker phenomenon and it was all Rosa could talk about.
"Did you hear about this event or that party or some guy who...," she was obsessed.
One Monday she came to school in a foul mood. Last night she was supposed to go to a baseball game with some friends, but decided to go to the movies instead.
Well it turns out that someone streaked at the baseball game. She was so upset. She was sure that she had missed her only chance to see a streaker. It was all she would talk about for weeks.
Finally, one Friday I saw her with a big smile on her face, in a good mood again. She came up and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from a group of friends saying she really needed to talk to me. Man did that make me feel great!
"It's gonna happen," she said.
"What," I said.
"A streaker. We heard someone is going to streak at the ball park tonight!"
"Who's we," I said.
"I don't know," she said. "Somebody heard it from somebody. Anyway it is going to happen!"
"How can you be sure," I asked.
"I just told you," she said.
I laughed and started to walk away. "Okay, you have fun with that."
"Don't you want to come?" she asked?
"Oh I don't think so," I said.
"You've got to come," she said, "how can you miss this!?"
I was flattered that she wanted me there. "I guess I would go, but I don't have anyway to get there."
"Okay look, tell me where you live and I'll come get you."
"Okay," I said, starting to get excited.
I couldn't believe I was going out with Rosa. And on a school night!
I was sure my step mom would not be happy...if she knew. I had no intention of telling her. My dad was out of town and she always went out "with the girls" on Thursday nights and I was sure I'd beat her home.
I sat at the curb in a t-shirt, shorts and my tennis shoes. Appropriate attire for a baseball game I figured. Just as I was starting to get antsy, a big car, an old Cadillac, I think, pulled up right in front of me. I was a little nervous when the driver, some young guy not too much older than me, rolled down his window and asked if I had any money.
"Uh, um, no," I said.
"Then how you going to by my kid sister a soda at the ballpark?" he said.
With that Rosa popped up from the backseat laughing. And so did two of her lunchtime buddies, Lisa and Angela. I tried to mask my disappointment.
"Oh, yeah, good one, ha ha."
She introduced me to her brother Raul and his girlfriend Beatrice, Bea for short.
"Hop in slick," Raul said as he opened the door. I crawled in the backseat practically sitting on Angela and Lisa's lap. Raul roared away from the curb and I realized this was not going to the evening I had envisioned. Little did I know!
On the way to the ball field, Raul kept up a steady stream of conversation. Did I like baseball, did I follow the Dodgers and what about this whole streaker business, crazy huh. I just said "uh huh" a lot, trying to focus on anything but the feel of the girls legs underneath me, and the way Rosa' breasts swung every time Raul made a sharp turn.
I was scared to death as I could tell that I was starting to have an erection. I tried to use my t-shirt as extra coverage and just hoped no one noticed. Bea turned back to say something to Rosa and I was pretty sure she noticed. A minute later she looked back at my crotch and then said something in Spanish to the windshield. The girls all started laughing loudly. "Hey, there better not be any hanky panky back there," Raul said.
"Shh," said Bea and playfully swatted him on the arm.
"Okay kids, this is where you get off. We'll come get you later." As we got out, Raul called to me and said, "hey kid, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Bea hit him on the arm again and Rosa gave him a withering look.
"My brother is such a jerk," she said, grabbing my arm, "not like you," she said, "my prince charming."
There were a lot of people from school at the game, not surprising because of the streaker rumor. I couldn't help notice that none of my friends were there. I really hoped the streaker rumors were true, because I knew how happy that would make Rosa. And if she was happy, who knows...
I did in fact have money and I bought her...and Lisa...and Angela a coke. We were finally able to get some seats when an older couple left, obviously irritated by all the kids.
Again, we were scrunched; four people sitting where two had sat before. I tried to watch the game but was too antsy. People kept saying hello to Rosa. A lot of them were guys who treated me like I was invisible, inviting her to come sit with them. My heart skipped a beat the first few times as I was sure she would dessert me, but each time she said "no I'm good here."
I noticed too that these two really big girls sitting on the front row of the bleachers would turn and look at us every now and then. After awhile the giant girls got up. One of them tapped the kid sitting next to them on the shoulder and grunted "save our seats man." He looked up at her a bit startled and just nodded.
