[Not a sex story. Maybe a little sexy, but not a sex story. It is as true as a fifty-year-old memory could make it. It is based on events that happened.
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The powers that decide how things will be must work really hard. Almost everyone I've talked to who has been out of high school for more than five years can tell me who she was. She? The girl everyone knew was a tease. Not a little bit of a tease but the one on a career path to a lifelong vocation as a tease.
In my class it was Carol Houghlett. On the first day of high school she flounced onto campus in jeans tight enough they increased her blood pressure and the blood pressure of ever boy who saw her. Her blouse was what we called an angel blouse, thin white material gathered about her pert breasts and loose from just under them to almost her waist. A square neckline and a pendant hanging in the expanse of skin, a pendant of a heart. She smiled and flounced her blond hair whenever someone spoke to her.
She never had a class with me. Not once in four years. I saw her sometimes at lunch, at a game or at one of the teen hang-outs we all found our way to. She didn't see me. I got a car when I was a senior, but it was old and ugly. Sometimes I saw her in Bill's Mustang or Wally's Celica, but not my ten year old Taurus.
In May of our senior year I overheard four guys, football players, talking in the locker room on Friday afternoon. They were talking about Carol.
"I've asked around. No one has so much as seen her tits!" Bob Hamilton said.
"I took her out three times and finally got one kiss. I've had better kisses from my Aunt! I'm done with her." Alex White said.
"She advertises like she'd be so much fun, but she isn't! We went to Disneyland and she didn't want to go on anything that might muss her hair!" Jack King said.
All four of the guys were wearing their jerseys, so everyone would know they were numbers, 66, 68, 75 and 77. In my head I joked they wore there jerseys so they knew what their names were.
"We ought to teach the tease a lesson!" Bob said.
"How?" Jack asked.
"I heard she's going to the beach party tomorrow. She'll wear a sexy suit and flaunt that body all over the place!"
"And, no one will get a look or a touch!"
"Just before time to get on the buses to come home, we'll get her in the water and strip her!" Bob said.
"She'll have to come out of the water naked to get a towel and get on the bus!" Alex said.
"I'm taking a camera! I'll put her picture on the internet!" Wally was nearly jumping with glee. I wanted to see her naked too. I made up my mind to go on the beach party. I was going to skip it.
I went shopping after school and bought a new suit. I'd been wearing the same suit since seventh grade. At home I got everything ready for the next day, including my camera.
The next morning my Mom woke me and was crying. "Son, Mr. Bernard pulled out of his driveway and ran over Buster. We need to take Buster to the vet. Get dressed quickly and we'll go."
In less than two minutes I had Buster, my black lab, in the back of my car and Mom and I up front. We got him to the vet and were told he needed an operation. He would have a leg in a cast for weeks and he had to stay at the vets for three days. It was sad seeing him in pain but when the vet said he'd be Ok I felt relief.
On the way taking Mom home I realized I'd missed the bus. I told Mom what I had realized and she said, "The high school always goes to Huntington State beach, lifeguard stand ten. If you go and park at number fifteen no one will see your car and they'll assume you were on the bus." She slipped me twenty dollars and when I dropped her off she smiled and waved good-bye to me.
I parked at number fifteen, between a panel truck and a van. I wrapped my stuff in a towel and carried it back to where all the kids from the high school were playing. I had a pair of binoculars and my camera wrapped in the towel. I sat on my towel and acted like I'd been there for a while. Two guys I knew came walking by and asked why I was sitting off by myself.
"I've seen all our girls. With my binoculars I can see some fresh meat."
They camped with me and we shared the glasses. While I had them I scanned the crowd and found Carol and the four horsemen. I asked one of my buddies, "What time did they say we had to be back on the bus?"
"Two. Mrs. McConnell wants to get all of us home before the vampires come out."
"Right!" We joked, played in the surf and watched girls until about one thirty. Then they started gathering things together for the trip home. I noticed that Alex, Bob and Wally were following Carol and three other girls into the water. I realized the three girls with Carol were not her friends. They were friends of Alex, Bob and Wally. Jack was hanging back with two cameras.
I stopped. Something made me realize that the three girls would get Carol out into the water and Alex, Bob and Wally would take her suit. The three girls would laugh and so would the boys. Jack would stand on the beach waiting to snap the pictures. Carol would be faced with having nude pictures of herself all over the internet or missing the bus home.
Unless she rode home with me! Suddenly I hoped she wouldn't come out of the water.
When they got Carol out chest deep Alex and Bob waded out to her and Bob grabbed to top of her suit and Alex bent down and they both came up with flashes of the yellow cloth that had been hiding Carol's parts. She screamed and reached for the suit but they quickly moved towards shore and she realized that to follow her suit would give Jack all the pictures he was waiting for.
She turned to the three girls with her in the water and they laughed at her. They made jokes about her tits and how the boys wanted to see the ice tits. She faced out towards Catalina Island, not towards Jack and the camera.
The horns on the busses honked and everyone scampered out of the water, except Carol. They yelled to her to hurry or miss the bus. She never turned. Jack was the last to go. He ran hard and got on the bus.
I watched the busses drive away. I looked back at Carol and she hadn't moved. I picked up my towel and held it high as I waded out to Carol.
"Carol, It's Pete. They're gone."
"It doesn't matter. I can't get out."
"I brought you a towel. You can wrap up in it. Then we can both get out."
"I can't walk home barefoot and naked."
"I have a car."
"We weren't allowed to bring cars."
"I broke the rules."
She looked over at me and said, "I've seen you around."
"Yeah. I'm nothing special. Wanna get out?"
She accepted the towel and wrapped it around her body. As we worked our way out of the surf she kept adjusting the towel so she was covered. We walked the two hundred yards along the surf line to my car and she didn't say much along the way.
I had another towel in the trunk, and a t-shirt. I held the wet towel so that she had a little privacy and she wiped herself dry and put on the t-shirt and wrapped the drier towel around her waist. When she was sitting in my car I rinsed the wet towel in the shower and put it in a bucket I used when I washed my car.
I sat in the driver's seat and started the car. "I can get you close to home, but when we get close you need to give me directions, Ok?"
She nodded and stayed quiet. Forty minutes later we were near home and I said, "Where do I go?"
"I can't tell you." I pulled to the curb and stopped. I faced her and saw the tears on her cheeks.
"I won't let you out. You can't walk home from here dressed like you are."
"I should have stayed in the water and died."
"No! Why can't you go home?"
She looked at me for a long time and finally said, "If you take me home you'll know and everyone will know. I won't graduate. I won't get into college and I'll end up like her!"
"I won't tell anyone anything you don't want me to."
Her eyes never left mine. She was searching for something and she decided it was there.
