I grew up in California, the only son of middle class parents. Dad went off to work everyday, going across the bridge to San Francisco. At first, Mom stayed home, a typical home maker. When I started High School, she had an offer to work in a down town law office, one she had worked in before she and Dad married. I would come home to an empty house after football practice and jack-off while reading one of several 'dirty' books I kept hidden in the cellar.
In my home room class at school were several Chinese students, two girls and one boy, and one little Japanese girl, Mary Itkohama. The two Chinese girls were rather plump and not very attractive. Mary, on the other hand was a very attractive but immature girl.
It was not until my junior year that Mary seemed to suddenly mature, her figure filling out, making her even much more attractive. While many of the boys tried to date her, it was plain to see that she showed little attention to them. I, being a football jock, decided that I would give it a try. I would ask her for a date at one of the school dances. After all, most of the girls in class were attracted to the jocks.
One noon time, during our lunch period, I approached Mary and asked, very politely, if I could escort her to the Friday night dance. Mary gave me a nice smile and shook her head, 'No'. "I would like to go to the dance with you, David, but my parents allow me to date only Japanese boys. I'm sorry."
I just shrugged my shoulders. "I'm sorry too, you are such an attractive girl, I just had to ask you." She thanked me and I thought no more about it. Instead, I then asked Muriel Whitestead and went to the dance with her. I did notice, however, that Mary showed up at the dance with a good looking Japanese boy from another school.
As a foot note to my date with Muriel; the next year, in my last year of high school, Muriel became known as the 'town pump'. While I never took advantage of her offerings, I knew many of the boys on the team did. Afterwards I was certainly glad I hadn't. Two boys, Tom Walters and Frank Thompson, ended up with 'the clap'. Both failed their physical and didn't play football that year.
I went on to Stanford University for four years and then went into a business in San Francisco. After a brief courtship, I married Claire Peterson, a University of California graduate. While we had steamy sex during our premarital dating, once the marriage was consummated on a Hawaiian honeymoon, Claire turned as cold as a dead fish. I was back to jacking-off for sexual relief.
We suffered through that marriage for over three years, then divorced amicably, splitting all our assets down the middle as required by California law. I did manage to scrape up enough money to buy Claire's half of the house we had purchased, along with all the furnishings. She took only her clothing and our wedding album when she left, though I never could figure why she wanted the album. It was only an ode to a failed marriage. Besides, I had all the pictures of a nude Claire hidden away.
I buried myself in my work for the next year, gaining two promotions and sizable salary increases. In February, I received a letter in the mail, announcing my high school ten year reunion. At that moment I was not the least interested and the letter lay on my kitchen counter for about a week. I was about to throw it out when I was doing my Saturday morning house cleaning chores but then I sat down at the breakfast table, with a cup of coffee, and thought better of it. Now I was curious about what had happened to all the others in the class. I would go! I filled out the form and wrote out a check to cover the cost and dropped them in the mail that night.
That first Friday in June, I donned slacks and sport jacket and headed across the bay to the night club where the reunion was to be held. I parked my BMW in the lot next to the club and went in. Damn! Muriel and Tom were the greeters in the lobby. I got a big wet kiss from her and a strong handshake from Tom. "Hey, guy, you haven't changed a bit," Tom exclaimed. "Just as good looking as ever."
"Come on, Tom. Enough of the old BS. You don't look so bad yourself." Then turning to Muriel, "If anything you look better, babe. What've you been up to?"
"Busy raising two kids. Tom and me got married right after high school. Now I'm running a day school for kids and Tom is in construction with his dad. What are you doing? I heard you went to Stanford but nothing since."
I congratulated them on their marriage and did a quick run down of my work. I had a chance to break away when another couple, whom I didn't recognize, came through the door. Entering the main ballroom, I scoped out the few people sitting at some of the tables then headed for the bar. I'd need a drink in my hand while I shmoozed.
As I ordered my scotch and soda, I glanced down the bar. Sitting there, her back to me was a girl in a black, silk oriental dress, slits running up both sides to her thighs, shiny black hair that cascaded down her back. I quickly deduced that it was one of the Chinese girls from our class, one that had lost a lot of weight. They had both worn their hair long.
Then she turned and I saw immediately Mary Itkohama. She was beautiful! My mouth must have fallen open as I gaped at her. "Is that you, David," she almost purred. "I was wondering if you would be here."
I moved down the bar to sit next to her. "My god, Mary, you are more beautiful than ever." Then I noticed her name tag, It read 'Mary Watanabe'. "Oh, you're married. Is it that handsome boy that you brought to the dance I had asked you to?"
"Yes, and it's 'was' married. Tommy got the wanderlust and left me to go to Japan. He said the women in America are too independent. He wanted a subservient wife and I didn't fit the profile. I divorced him a year ago."
"What a coincidence. I got divorced about a year ago too. Not for the same reason, I think she just wanted the tag 'Mrs'. Anyway, what are you doing?"
"I'm living down in Bakersfield now. When I tried to go home to my parents after the divorce, my father wouldn't take me in. He said I should have gone with Tommy. That I wasn't a good wife. I suddenly realized that he thought the same way as Tommy; that my mother has always been subservient to him. Since Tommy deserted me and was out of the country, I got everything That's why I'm living in Bakersfield. We had a house there."
I went on to tell her all that had happened to me since leaving high school, about my four years at Stanford, about my job and how well I was doing. When it came to Claire, I didn't hold back anything, explaining how Claire had gone from a hot bed partner to refusing sex completely. Mary's eyes opened wide when I got to that part. "David, don't think badly of me. That was the one thing Tommy was good at. He introduced me to sex, raunchy, everyday sex in all forms. He woke me up. That's the only thing I miss about him."
