Chapter 1
This is a fictional account.
They had just sat down to dinner when his mother started to talk to him.
"Michael, how would you like to go see your Uncle John, Aunt Sue, and Cousin Ann in Colorado Springs this summer?" his mom asked.
"Mom, I need to work this summer to make my spending money for college."
"We could go the week before college starts, in August?" she suggested.
"I really do need to make as much as I can. I can't afford a week off. Besides I don't even know them," Michael answered.
"I know. That is why I want to take you to see them. I have not seen my brother, John, and his family in ten years. It would mean so much to me."
"Do we have to? We can't afford a trip like that anyway," Michael offered.
"That's the great part. My brother has offered to pay our airfare and we can stay with them," his mom encouraged.
"What about your job at the factory? How are they going to do without their head buyer for a whole week?"
"Mr. Clark, my boss, has given me the time off. Besides you know I get three weeks vacation now," she explained.
"No, I didn't. Since when?" Michael asked.
"I told you but you probably weren't listening as usual. When I hit five years at the plant I was entitled to three weeks. It has been five years since your dad died and I went back to work."
"Oh, yeah, I think I do remember something about that," Michael admitted.
"Well, what do you say?" his mom pleaded.
"Okay, if it means that much to you."
"Oh, great! Thanks, honey. We'll have a good time, you'll see," his mom encouraged.
"Probably be a bore. Don't they live in just a plain old suburban development?" he queried.
"Yes, but it is nicer than this old country house and I'm sure there will be plenty to do there," she stated.
They ate in silence for a short while, each deep in thought. By the smile on her face, he could tell she was joyously thinking about the trip. He wished he didn't have to go. He really needed to make as much money as he could this summer for spending money.
The academic scholarship that he had been awarded for his great grades in high school and being number one in his class had been good enough to get him into the University of Illinois on a full ride, but didn't include anything else. He needed some personal money when he entered the engineering program there in the fall.
He did not want to have to get a job his freshman year either. He was worried it would be tough enough academically without the added burden of a job. He planned to get one in his sophomore year because his mother had little extra money after paying bills. Kankakee, Illinois was an okay rural town to grow up in but the factory job his mom had did not pay enough for her to help him at all with college even though he was an only child.
"You'll get to see Ann again," his mother said, breaking his train of thought. "She is going to be a senior at the University of Colorado in Boulder this year. You remember her from when they were here before your dad died, don't you?"
"Yeah, I think so but I was eight then," Michael said.
"She was fun to play with back then, wasn't she?"
"She was eleven and always picking on me as I recall," Michael stated.
"Well, I'm sure she's nice and will show you around. I think she has her own car."
"Whoopee!"
"Michael, now you'll act okay, won't you, when we go?"
"Sure, Mom. I'll be very polite."
"Good. How's your dinner?"
"You know I'm not a huge meatloaf fan," Michael groused.
"Well, I thought it would be good for a change."
They talked a bit more small talk until they were done. Michael helped with the clean up and dishes like usual then left to play some computer games. His mother had splurged on a computer for him two years ago to help with his school work. He was allowed to put a few games on it but it was too slow for the newer games. He had to be careful not to overburden the processor, video card, or the RAM.
In two days he started his summer job now that he was done with high school and graduation was over. He worked nights so he could use his mom's car to get back and forth from work. He was a busboy at the local Chili's restaurant. It did not pay particularly well but the tips were good. Plus Joanie worked there. He had a crush on her even though she was twenty. Problem was she barely said more than hi to him.
The next day his friend, Will, called to go fishing. They would meet at the fishing hole about a mile walk from each of their houses. They met up and went to their favorite spot to try first.
"What's new?" Will asked.
"I got to go to Colorado Springs in August with my mom to see my uncle and aunt," Michael complained.
"I thought you wanted to work all summer?"
"I did but my mother has not seen her brother in ten years and he is buying the tickets for us to go," Michael stated.
"Could be fun. I've never been to Colorado," Will answered.
"Not likely. My Cousin Ann will be there too. She is twenty-one and going to the University of Colorado. I haven't seen her in ten years either but she was a bossy bitch even back then," Michael complained.
"Is she cute?" Will asked.
"How would I know? She was skinny as a rail with pigtails from what I remember."
"Maybe she blossomed like Patty at school and has huge tits now," Will offered.
"You're always thinking about tits," Michael replied. "You'd think you'd actually seen a million the way you talk."
"I've seen a lot!"
"Magazines don't count, asshole," Michael stated.
"Fuck you too! Last I saw, I'm the one that had two dates in high school, not you."
"Two one-and-only dates," Michael reminded him. "You must have scared Natalie and Jane something fierce."
"I did when I show them this," Will said, grabbing his crotch like it was a huge package.
"Huh, if they saw that little thing they would have run home laughing," Michael responded laughing. "Besides you never even got to first base."
"I did so! I touched Jane's tit, remember?"
"Brushing your arm over it in the movies reaching for popcorn hardly counts," Michael stated.
"Better than you," Will countered.
"You got me there. I guess I'm a flop with the chicks."
"We both are! My best dates have been with Mary Fivefingers so far," Will admitted.
"I guess we're just smart nerds," Michael said.
"We need to find some women that will appreciate us for our minds," Will stated joking.
"They ain't going to appreciate us for our packages, that for sure," Michael agreed, with a laugh.
"Yeah, we're no porn stars," Will admitted, also breaking into laughter.
They fished for several hours. Will caught one nice smallmouth bass and Michael caught two. His were smaller but they were all keepers. Michael and his mother could have fish that night.
The guys parted and walked back home. Michael was thinking about college. Will was going to Purdue University, he recalled. He was also studying engineering. Michael was deep in thought when he heard a beep. His mother was coming home from work and pulled over to give him a lift home. She was happy to see the fish he had for dinner.
The next day started work and then the routine began. Sleep till ten, shower, dress, play computer games, and then go to work again at five. The summer flew by and the only fun Michael had was occasional days off and time with his friends. They would go bowling or to a movie or over to someone's house for computer games. Sometimes the guys watched baseball together or went over to someone's house for a swim party. One of the parties had girls there too. It was a good time but Michael did not hook up with any girl all summer.
He looked at himself in the mirror one night before bed. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he get a date? His mom always called him handsome but that was his mom. He had thick, wavy, sandy brown hair with gray-blue eyes. He was close to six feet tall and only weighed about 165. He was not built like the football players in high school but he had played tennis and was in good shape. His face was still boyish looking as he did not have to shave much yet. His nose was perfect for his face, so what was it?
Of course, he had a good idea. He turned to mush inside every time he was near a cute girl especially one he liked. He would get so nervous talking to girls that he felt like his knees were knocking together. His tongue felt like it swelled up so large that all he could do is mumble some incoherent words. It was so bad that he nearly broke out in a sweat each time he even thought about talking to a nice girl. Asking one for a date would have stopped his heart for sure.
Michael left his room and went downstairs for a pop. He was in the refrigerator when his mom came into the kitchen.
"Have you packed yet, sweetie?" his mom asked.
"Not yet," Michael replied.
"Don't wait till the last minute. We have to leave early tomorrow to drive to O'Hare airport in Chicago."
"Okay, I'll go do it now," Michael said, relenting.
"Thanks, honey."
The next morning they loaded the car and drove the nearly two hours to the airport. They parked in remote parking and took the tram to terminal three for the American Airlines flight to Colorado Springs. The flight was uneventful and they arrived in Colorado Springs around two in the afternoon, having landed in Denver first. Michael's uncle was there to pick them up. He had an SUV that easily accommodated all the luggage.
The drive to the house took twenty-five minutes. It was a much newer and larger house than theirs and nestled nicely in a quiet neighborhood. They unpacked the car and took everything inside. Uncle John unlocked the door and Aunt Sue greeted them right away with hugs and kisses. They talked in the hallway for ten minutes before Uncle John said, "Hey, let's sit down at least."
Michael sat there talking with his aunt and uncle, occasionally adding something to the conversation. It focused on him at one point and his scholarship and attendance in a week at the University of Illinois. He gave them all a run down on his first semester classes and the dorm he was in. His roommate was from Crystal Lake, Illinois which was basically a suburb of Chicago.
The conversation was actually enjoyable and Aunt Sue had made snacks and drinks. They had been talking for a while when they heard the garage door close and someone enter. Moments later, his Cousin Ann appeared in the entrance way to the family room.
"You're late," her mom said.
"Sorry, we got stuck longer at the mall than we planned," Ann said.
Introductions were made and Michael had to catch himself to keep from stammering. Ann was gorgeous. She had dark hair like her mother but much longer. It went half way down her back and was straight and fine as silk. Her eyes were blue like her dad's. She had a very cute face and a killer body by Michael's standards. She was maybe 5' 5" with a trim waist, full breasts, and what looked like, as best Michael could see from the front, a nice ass. Ann wore tight jeans with short boots and a t-shirt that read Boulder across the front. Michael thought it should have said boulders from the size of her tits.
He was staring so intently he did not at first hear his mother.
"Michael...Michael, why don't you and Ann go do something and let us old folks catch up?" his mom was saying to him.
"Oh, huh, ahh, okay, sure," Michael said, immediately regretting his awkwardness.
"You play ping pong?" Ann asked.
"I haven't for a long time," Michael said standing.
Ann led the way down the basement steps, turning lights on as she went. Once the basement was lit Michael, could see the ping pong table off to one side. A built in TV was on the other wall with a series of couches in front of it. Ann turned a light on by the built-in bar.
"You want something to drink?" she asked.
