I met Tilly Shipp in High School, Morningside High. She was the prize female among all females on the campus. She was maybe five-three and not an ounce over ninety pounds. She had beautiful auburn hair, A-cup breasts, and a bubble butt. Her arms were so slim it was a wonder she was able to hold a fork to feed herself. In a word she was the prototype of the helpless damsel, and every boy on campus dreamed of receiving one of her smiles and being allowed to die for her. And after having met her, you can believe me that I was no exception.
I was new at Morningside at the time I finally met Tilly, and initially it was not an auspicious meeting. It seems she had a boyfriend. Rod Cameron was a football star, a lineman actually. Appearance-wise he was six-two and maybe two-eighty, and he was good looking in a rough sort of way. Rod was a senior and he was also student body vice president. Mister all-everything if ever there was one. Me?
I was eighteen years-old at the time, five-eight and one-forty-six. I was okay looking, but I had a well flattened nose and one of my eyes was permanently part-way closed. I had most recently been a golden gloves fighter and runner-up in the regional finals. Before my two year golden gloves career came along, I had fought in the silver gloves division for some time. Most people are not aware of the silver gloves division: it's for fighters from 8-15 years old. At any rate I'd had my "golden" career shortened when my eye was damn near poked out in my title try. The headgear we wore was supposed to prevent the kind of injury that I had sustained, but equipment is never as effective as it's supposed to be, and so I don't fight anymore.
The day I met Tilly we were passing in the quad and I'd damn near fell stumbling over my own feet staring at her and trying to walk at the same time. She'd laughed at me, and I'd jokingly called back to her that I was no laughing matter.
I was confident with the girls even stunners like her. I was a fighter for cryin'-out-loud! I'd had girls like few others in my old home town. I'd vowed that this town was not going to be any different. She stopped.
"Oh really," she said. "You looked pretty funny to me stumbling all over yourself trying to get a good look at me." She was laughing, and I started to as well.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I allowed. This was going well, I thought. I was already making mental plans for Saturday night. This girl was a keeper.
"So, what's your name?" she said.
"Jack. Jack Steiner," I said. "Eighteen, senior, inordinately handsome, and willing to die for you."
Now she really was laughing, and she was pointing. I turned around. Standing in front of me was a brute. At least he looked like a brute to me. He was tall and big and not happy. "Jack Steiner, this is Rod Cameron; he's my boyfriend," said Tilly.
"Get lost shrimp unless you really do want to die for her," said Kong.
"Well, now let's look at this thing calmly shall we," I said. I was a welterweight to his super-heavy, but just looking at the way he was standing and the noticeable paunch in his middle told me that this would be a good day for me.
The punch he threw was so slow that if he'd mailed it in it would have arrived sooner. I bobbed, weaved, stepped to my right and he missed. He turned to have another go at me, but he was more careful this time not trying to unload a haymaker in the first minute of the round. I decided to have some fun.
I let my hands dangle at my sides. He threw blow after blow and absolutely devastated the air around us. He was breathing really hard after no more than two or three minutes of trying to nail me. It was time to put him down.
I faked into him and he went for it. As I stepped back, he fell flat on his face. He stared up at me as though I were some kind of ghost with supernatural powers. I had never raised my hand, and he was down.
Tilly was staring at me with her mouth hanging open. "I never touched him," I said. I wasn't even breathing hard, whereas her boyfriend was on the ground having a near heart attack. The football team was going to have to upgrade its training methods, I thought.
"That was amazing," she said. "Where did you learn that? Is it karate or kung fu or something?"
"No, I'm just a good dodger, I guess. I couldn't just stand there and let him hit me. He'd have killed me!" I figured she didn't need to know about my almost boxing fame.
"Yes, I guess he would have if he'd have been able to catch you. Well, you win. Pick me up Saturday night. Six o'clock will be good. I wanna eat and go to a movie. Oh, and I don't kiss on the first date, so resign yourself to admiring me and maybe holding hands."
"Sounds good to me," I said.
I'd only been at Morningside for a few weeks, but after my set-to with Rod, I was the toast of the school. That Tilly had taken up with me didn't hurt my reputation a whit either. ******
Tilly and I had many dates, and I never did tell her about my boxing career. There would be a time.
True to her word, she hadn't kissed me on our first date, but she sure as hell had on our second. Gawd! She tasted good. By the fifth date I got into her pants. She'd planned it. I know this because she was the one who'd brought the condoms!
We were parked on the top of the Crease, a very narrow slice, or crease, of road on the mountain where only one car could go comfortably. It was a place where there were lots of these little turn outs where cars, having to drive the dangerous mountain road, could pull out instead of having to back up. Anyway, there had to be fifty of the little niches in the mountain. We had found one that suited us.
She looked beautiful in her sleeveless white blouse and her gray wraparound skirt. She'd kicked off her high heels and her nylon clad legs looked oh so feminine. Right then I would have given my right nut just to be able to suck her toes.
She leaned back against her door and I leaned back against mine. We both knew that this was the night, but we were not in any kind of hurry. "You okay," I said.
"Yes. You?"
"You betcha. God your beautiful, Tilly. You're almost too beautiful," I said.
She laughed. "Is that your best line."
