Gail, My Soul Mate
by: rockpaperscissor8
~This is based mostly on a true story. It involved a young man who is fascinated by the female form, and particularly her sexual parts. Although female anatomy might be plane and nominal in the flesh, once clothed in sexy underwear, a skirt and tight blouse, all women realize the powers they process. In this story you'll read about how men and me in particular can become slaves to our own imagination and how women use it to their own advantage. It's a tale not really discussed enough I believe, even though it's as old as human evolution. Please check the tags. It's an extreme cuckold story.
Gail lived next door to me and had a sister, Lisa, and three brothers, Chip, Paul, and Roger. Her parents had bought the house only months ago, at the beginning of summer, and it had taken all of a week for me to fall in love with her. Well, actually just infatuated with her smile and bubbly personality. Being we were the same age it seemed we were paired from the start.
There were BBQ's and pool party events in each others back yard and trips to the park where they had the typical fountains, swings and ball fields. I had gotten to know her older brother Chip and her two younger ones a little, and being the park was walking distance, we all played baseball on the grass and dirt. The girls in the neighborhood also played with us.
I got the impression that Gail and her younger sister Lisa were more Tom boys than a girly girls. Although there were times later on at home, where they'd changed from the jean shorts and loose t-shirt to a light jumper or a cotton dress. Us kids liked to play records and drink our soda's, while we talked about school and Gail about her past life back in Missouri.
Being this was Arizona and the sun always seemed to be on high beam, less a few monsoons, and the hundred plus temps, most kids wore minimal clothing. The somewhat cooler evenings were when most of our activity was planned. Meaning we played ball till dark, and occasionally went home to swim in our pool to cool off. Marco polo was a common game and fun if you didn't cheat.
My older brother Mike liked to tease Gail, and my younger sister Becky always stood up for her. I finally had to tell Mike to find a girl his own age and leave Gail alone. I think he understood that I had a crush on her. I mean I know I did, but I certainly tried to act like I didn't. She knew though because I listened to every word she spoke and often complemented her on her athletic skills.
The first time I saw her in a bikini I wasn't that impressed. I mean she looked like my sister, blonde hair, blue eyes, and hardly any boobs. I love her long thin legs though and her face had a few freckles which seemed to amaze me, if truth be told.
School started and I'd already tried out for the flag football team. It wasn't a big deal but we did practice a lot of plays so the quarterback could learn patterns. The guys on the team called me bear because I had hairy legs. I was placed as a lineman as I was one the bigger guys. Just like in PE, after practice we took showers in the open space where all the shower head turned on at the same time. I think most of us were a little shy about out little dicks.
The thing I liked about junior high was the shop classes. I tried to play a musical instrument, but it seamed like so much work I just gave up. But leather working, wood-shop, and even plastics was fun. Most the girls stayed with girls and of course the guys with their friends.
One day the biggest guy in school got in my face and I didn't back down. We all knew he'd been sent back and was older. He called me a name and I pushed him. Then in front of everyone he slapped me, and walked away. My face stung, but I was so stunned I didn't chase after him and just felt humiliated. No one else said anything either, which was nice. I was enraged internally and made a promise to myself that this would never happen again.
Luckily I had saved some money from doing landscaping, cutting weeds, etc. and bought a barbell and weight set. I had my dad build me a bench for doing presses and also used it for dumbbell lifts and curls while sitting. All and all it seemed I was getting some major muscles. My friends even started looking at me differently.
Some evenings out on our big patio, the neighbor behind us Paul, would bring over his boxing gloves and we'd play around with them. It got to a point no one wanted to spar with me. Then their was the telescope on moonlit nights, checking out the craters.
I didn't really interact with Gail too much. I'd see her in the halls now and then and we'd smile, but she'd made a lot of girl friends and they kept her busy. She wasn't in my home room where we had to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and where attendance was taken. The only class we had together was Geometry and it was a tough class as they had implemented a new curriculum, textbooks, and was the newest greatest thing in math.
It was in that class when the loud speaker barked and the principle said. "Our beloved President John F Kennedy was shot dead today in Dallas Texas. We are terminating the rest of our classes today and you all need to go home to be with your family. I am heat broken to give you this news and wish to share with you the world is in shock as he is loved world wide. Thank You. Class is dismissed."
I looked around and everyone, and I mean everyone had tears in their eyes. We all felt helpless to the tragic news. I stood up and almost fell over as I felt someone grab me and wrap their arms around me. I looked down at Gail and she was crying onto me, sobbing. I just held her and we cried together. Then she said, "What is happening to our world." and just took off and ran out of the classroom.
The school was only a half a mile from home and we used an alley wash to cut across the streets running across it. Most of us had bikes and we'd zip home in only a few minutes. When I got home my mom was watching TV and she was in tears. I'd never seen her cry before. We were all a mess.
Walter Cronkite seemed to be on TV all the time, through the whole gamut of our president's mass, his body being pulled by a horse drawn carriage down the national promenade, over to the Arlington cemetery where he was placed. Jacqueline Kennedy and her children standing on the steps of the White House was a picture I'll never forget. The twenty one gun solute was a time warp, more tears as the bugle rolled out taps for our beloved President Kennedy.
Things seemed to change. The news was now about a war in Southeast Asia. Lyndon Johnson's struggles with the congress and all that political stuff us kids could care less about. But when Summer hit, it was Gail and I talking about high school.
