"Belinda was mine from the time that I found her, lov'in Jim, holding him. Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought, holding me, loving him." That's how I remember the song because it fits what happened to me.
Solitary man came out the summer that my family moved from PA to GA and I'll always remember Belinda because she was my first real sexual experience.
Belinda had moved to PA from NY because her mom and dad got a divorce. Her mom obtained a position as the head accountant for a grocery chain and set up house-keeping. Belinda, Jim, her brother and Karen, Belinda's mom were crammed into a very small furniture filled third floor three bedroom apartment.
The moment that we met each other something just happened. We matched.
Now I'm not a great looking guy. I'm as skinny as a rail, you know tall and lank. I was working at a deli, NY style and sometimes I know I smelled like sliced meat from working behind the deli counter all day.
Belinda on the other hand was a looker. HOT! With two "T's" and a figure that made all the old men want her. Belinda had a natural charm that made all eyes look at her and she knew they were looking.
She was tall and slender, with long legs, nice butt, and medium sized breasts. Anything that she wore looked fantastic on her.
But the funny thing about Belinda was that she really liked me. She was the one that said we matched – fit together – so to speak.
Don't ask me why but when other guys looked at her, it didn't bother me. There was something about her that told me she was mine and don't worry about guys looking. I was never jealous but just the opposite – proud.
Belinda had actually been in some TV commercials, guest spots on TV shows, and she actually had pictures of her when she was younger in advertisements and TV spots. She had an album of pictures of her accomplishments that she showed me one time. Some of the pictures really made her look even better than she did in person.
Our first date was uneventful. I took her home and we kissed at the door. Our first kiss connected but was interrupted by someone wanting to get past us to go to the next apartment. As Belinda opened the door her mother, yelled out, "Bring him in so we can meet him."
I was ushered in and met Belinda's mom, Karen and her mom's boss George. They were discussing changes that Karen wanted to make at the store. Pleasantries were exchanged and Belinda told her that she and I were going to her room.
"Leave the door open" her mother shouted.
As I entered the room Belinda grabbed me and we kissed. You know the deep soul kiss. We were really getting in to our kissing when we heard movement in the living area. Belinda said, "I really enjoyed the night. When can we get together again?"
"I have to work until 8 tomorrow. Do you want to catch a late movie?"
She took my hand and we walked back into the living area as George was leaving. Once the door was shut Belinda told her mom about my work schedule and asked about going to a late movie. They discussed curfew and her mom finally said we could stay out until 12 but no longer.
As I walked out to the car I was really puzzled. I'm not that good looking, nor was I that lucky.
The next night I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Belinda's brother opened the door and let me in.
"Hello, I'm Jim, Belinda's brother." He motioned me in. "She's not ready, as always." He turned and walked over to the dining area. "Why don't you sit over here at the kitchen table and we can have a drink while we wait."
I sat in a chair and hear Belinda shout, "Be there in a minute!"
"I think she's having trouble finding things. We still haven't finished unpacking. Some wine?"
I looked at him and said, "I've never drank wine. Just a little, if you don't mind. I don't know if I'll like it. Besides I'm only 18."
"That's okay, I'm only 25. We're both still young."
Belinda's mom came out of her bedroom saying, "Hello, sorry for the mess, I don't know where in the hell things are. I can't even find my black pumps."
As Jim put the glass of wine on the table in front of me his mother said, "Jim, you can't do that it's against the law here."
"In England I was enjoying beer and wine at his age," he sat down. "And besides, he's never had wine. He might like it."
I sipped a little and it was very good. "This is good. I really like it." I continued to drink some more. It was like drinking fresh water.
"See, I told you so," said Jim to his mother as Belinda came walking into the room.
"Told what" Belinda asked.
"Bill's never had wine before."
"Bill, don't drink any more of that. It will make you really dizzy if you're not used to it" Belinda said very concerned. "Come on let's go." She grabbed my hand and we left. As we walked I began to feel the wine and when we reached the car she said, "Give me the keys, I'll drive."
We drove to the back of the apartment and she parked the car. "I'm so sorry that he did that. He's so mad at dad that he's taking it out on anyone that he can and you were available."
At this point I was semi-drunk. My head was spinning and it seemed like the car was moving around. Belinda leaned against the door of the car and pulled me over. She kissed the back of my head and told me the whole story about her family. Her dad was a well to do business man who had found a young slut. The divorce was a quick one and they were sent packing. Her dad all but abandoned them. As she told the story she hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep in her arms.
All I remember is a soft voice that said, "It's time to wake up. It's almost 12."
