Friday morning Janice called. She announced she was coming home for the rest of the summer and was really looking forward to hanging out with me. There seemed to be an interesting implication in her words. This was a complication I hadn't foreseen, as some writers put it in the detective novels my dad is always reading. Tell me about it!
At least she wasn't going to be here this weekend. This weekend I had plans. Then Larry called and I had everything I could do to come up with reasons why I was not available Friday night and maybe not Saturday night, either. Larry knew my folks were gone so he naturally assumed I'd wanta party or hang out or something. Stall I told myself , stall stall stall.
Noon came. I debated whether to call Julie. Sure, I had her number. She was a customer, right? I had a phone number for every customer on my route. But I couldn't decide if calling was a good idea or not. I got antsier and antsier. Finally at around two-thirty I got my bike out of the garage and started pedaling aimlessly around the neighborhood. I kept looking over my shoulder to see who might be following me. Nobody was, of course, but I must have looked like all kinds of fool. In fact, I almost wiped out a mail box on one corner because I wasn't watching my path.
I got a little uncomfortable. I'd been sporting half a woody most of the day and the stimulation of the bicycle seat made me even hornier. After about twenty minutes of nutty wandering, I headed up the block behind Julie's house and turned down the alley behind her garage. I'd already cased the front. No lights. Shit. Hadn't she said she'd be home Friday morning?
Well, just as I got to the side of her garage, the big overhead door slid up and whoops! There she was. "Hey, Buddy, how are you?" Just nice as you please, hailing a kid from the neighborhood. I skidded to a stop and said hi back. I guess I was grinning. Julie smiled and started to turn toward her car. She pulled open the door and then looked back at me.
"Got any plans for tonight?"
"Hope so," I said. Quick, that's me.
Her voice sort of floated out of the dark garage at me. "You see that gate beside the garage? The latch is kind of broken. Maybe you could take a look at it after supper?"
My breath stopped and my heart soared. Could I. "You bet, ma'am. I'll come by then."
I waved a fidgety hand and shoved off down the alley. It's a long block and by the time I got to the cross street, I could hear Julie's car right behind me. I pulled to one side and we waved at each other. Then I biked home and took a cold shower. It didn't help much but I smelled better.
I made a hamburger and stole one of my dad's cans of beer. I changed clothes into slacks and a green short-sleeved shirt. Finally, what seemed like years later, the sun started to go down and it was after supper time. I left a light on in the living room and carefully locked up the house. Then I pedaled my bike around a few blocks and up the hill way behind where Julie lived. Then I just coasted slowly down a couple of blocks, swung into her empty alley and hardly paused at all to nudge her back gate open. I was through onto Julie's back lawn with hardly a whisper of noise. Hopped off the bike and closed the gate. Her fence was high enough nobody could see over, except maybe people in the house across the alley and that place was dark.
Julie came out onto her tiny back porch carrying pliers and a screwdriver. I laid my bike down and took a look at the latch. I could see right away it was an easy fix. The gate had sagged a little so the pin wouldn't mesh with the gizmo on the post. Julie came over and stood real close behind me.
"Can you fix it?"
"Sure can. But you have a choice. See here?" I pointed at the latch piece. There's a quick fix and a good fix. The good fix will take longer." While I was talking, Julie leaned even closer to peer at where I was pointing. I felt her breasts against my back. Zing! She shifted from side to side, rubbing her chest on my back.
"Hmm. I bet we don't have the tools here for a good fix, do we? How about you do a quick fix for now."
I half turned and smiled at her. It seemed to me she was asking for a kiss so I gave her one. First on the cheek, right by her ear, then she turned into me and we had a nice lip lock. When we parted, I knew she'd felt my rod against her belly.
"Nice," she said. "Very nice. But you have to be sure of your relationship with the girl or you might frighten her off with that pole you have there." She winked in the gloom and handed me the tools. "Work before play, right?" And she sauntered back to the house. Naturally, it took me a good ten minutes to lower the gizmo where the latch was trapped to the pole. Then I carried the tools back to the house and walked into the kitchen. Julie took the tools and put them in a drawer. Then she took my hand and said, "Let's go into the playroom, shall we?"
I was not going to resist.
She took my shoulders and turned me to face her. "Okay, I think I want you to show me the way you'd go about getting your girl into bed. I assume that hasn't happened yet, right?"
I nodded. She'd already got it out of me that I'd never gone all the way, that I was still technically a virgin. Julie didn't laugh when I told her that. She thought it was nice. Anyway, I started to reach for her head. She stopped me.
"We're using the bed here as a general place, okay? Might be the car seat, although you'd be sitting. Here's the thing. Women want their guys to be smooth about this. Undressing can be awkward and if you're all fumbles and don't know what to do, you can ruin the mood. So I want you to undress me."