(all characters are at least 18 years old)
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The ride home was long and slow. I felt like I'd never meet another person like Ellie. I never did. So I decided to wallow in self pity by drowning myself in ice cream at the Dairy Queen. The Dairy Queen in my town was a small one so they only had window service and only one window you could get service from. I had to stand behind a girl in the service line. She ordered a chocolate malted. I saw her rummaging through her purse when the man delivered the shake. She put a quarter on the counter but was still seventy-five cents short. I wanted to say something but I became my usual tongue-tied self.
"Oh darn it!" she said. "I know I had at least two dollars when I left home." The man at the window waited patiently for her. That was the way he always was. She began to look nervous.
"I'll give you the seventy-five cents miss," I said. I couldn't believe I had just said that. Sure, I had the money and it was the right thing to do but that had never stopped me in the past from not saying a thing. I couldn't imagine what had gotten into me.
"Thank you." She said. "We'll go to my house and I'll get you the money."
"Nah, that's all right," I responded, "it's really nothing."
"No! I insist." She said. "Oh, and I don't like it when I don't get my own way. I'm terribly spoiled you know." Of course I didn't know any of this but I went along with her. I was just beginning to notice how pretty she was. She was tallish. I am six feet one inch tall and she was only a few inches shorter. She had auburn hair, beautiful green eyes and a very nice figure. I decide not to argue with her.
"Okay," I said, "whatever you say."
"Good, let's go now," she responded. She turned and got into a baby blue 1955 Thunderbird. She looked even more stunning sitting there in that car and I was becoming taken with her. I never did get a chance to get my ice cream. She didn't live far away but she did live in the next town over. That explained why I had never seen her at school which I had been wondering about. She lived in a large white house on Chestnut Street. She pulled into her driveway and all the way to the end which gave me more than enough room to park directly behind her. Without saying a word she made it known that I should follow her. Suddenly she stopped, turned to me and said, "My name is Linda. I don't think we took time to introduce ourselves. I'm sorry, that was rude of me to forget such a thing."
"Oh, that's all right." I responded. "My name is Sam."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sam."
"A pleasure to meet you too Linda."
"Come on inside and I'll get you your money." Linda led me into her house taking me by the hand upstairs to her bedroom. I wasn't too sure that this was the right thing to do but I knew I could trust myself so I didn't think there was anything to worry about. Unless, that is, if her father came home and found us there. I didn't relish the thought of explaining myself even though I knew full well I hadn't done a thing wrong. I was already to take blame anyway.
Linda went to her bureau, opened the top drawer and pulled out a dollar bill. She turned and handed it to me. Then she did something I really didn't expect. "Do you mind if we sit down here for a few moments. I'd like to get to know you a bit."
"No, I don't mind at all." I said as I searched the room for a second chair seeing only one sitting in front of her desk. There was none but by that time Linda was sitting on the side of the bed and motioning for me to do the same. I did.
"I never saw you at any of the football games." She said. This surprised me because I couldn't imagine why she should have seen me especially since I didn't come from the same town as she. I point this out to her.
"I notice all the cute boys at the football games but I don't remember seeing you. Did you go to them?"
"Yes, I went to all of our football games but we only played you once so there's no way you would have seen me." I said that with resolve.
"You played on the football team didn't you?"
"Yes, I played middle line backer but I was always second string."
"I don't know how I ever missed you." She seemed convinced of what she was saying so I decided not to argue with her. I'd let her believe what she liked.
"You live here all your life?" I asked.
"Yup. My dad's an engineer at the missile plant. My ganpa worked for the Post Office for forty years. He lives next door."
I was starting to take closer notice of Linda. She was a truly beautiful girl and I hadn't really taken notice of it until just then. I must have been staring at her, most likely her breasts. I was infatuated with women's breasts.
"Do you like what you see?" Linda asked quite unexpectedly. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant.
"Yes," I replied, "You're really beautiful."
"Why thank you." She responded quite graciously. "But you were staring at my boobies" I was thrown for a loop I hadn't expected. I'd also never heard a girl say boobies either so I was doubly surprised.
I stumbled over a few words before finally eking out, "Why, yes, they're very nice too." I felt extremely embarrassed and foolish. Linda was quick to quell that though.
"Thank you for being honest. Most boys don't admit that they are looking at my boobies. The fact is, ever since the sixth grade when they just kinda popped out boys have been staring at them. Some of the girls say I should get mad at them for doing that but I like guys to notice me. I just don't like them to lie about what they're noticing. I know I have big breasts but it's not my fault I am made that way is it?"
Did Linda really expect me to answer that question? Was she trying make me blush or look foolish. My mind flooded with all sorts of crazy ideas. Finally I stammered, "No, ah um, no, it's not your fault."
"That's right!" She said adamantly. "So thank you for being honest about it anyway. It's such a relief to finally meet someone who will tell me the truth. All the boys I ever dated always lied to me about something. They thought I was stupid but I'm not. I was a member of the Honor Society so I guess I wasn't so dumb. Who needs those guys anyway." Linda seemed to be very irritated by what had obviously been a high school long situation for her. I was getting nervous with this type of talk. I'd never talked to a girl before about such things, not even Ellie. "It seems like guys think just because a girl has big tits she's easy or stupid or both. Well it's not true!" Linda was very obviously quite angry about this.
"I'm sorry if I insulted you in anyway," I finally said.
"No, you didn't. You didn't insult me at all. I don't mind you looking at my boobies especially since you admitted that you were doing it. I've got big boobs, they look good, so why shouldn't you look if you like them. I'm kinda proud of them myself. You do like them don't you?" The question was odd considering all the self confidence she had exhibited just before.
"Well, yeah, they are nice. I ah, I um," I was stuck in my mind for what to say next. Linda took care of that for me.
"Sam, I think you're a really nice guy and if you want to look at them then feel free." Linda giggled to herself. I didn't understand what she meant. She saw my obvious confusion. "Doncha get it. Feel," she paused a second, "freely. It's like I just asked you to go and feel them. What a ditz I am." The way Linda talked so freely about herself and the words she used left me dumbfounded.