Sorry it took so long, the tiniest bit of writers block.
Chapter 05: Jugs & Friends - Calida Ch. 01
I walked Callie out to the car, unlocked the door and opened it for her. She smiled sweetly and said thank you. My recent successes with my sisters and Mom had me feeling more confidence with Callie than I was accustomed to having around a girl. I had dated in high school, nothing serious however, and before now was always stumbling and stuttering around girls.
I looked in the mirror and saw our Moms waving and chuckled. Callie looked at me with a small questioning smile.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"Nothing, really." I explained "My mom has really been looking forward to this and I thought she might pass out from excitement before we left."
"Oh," Callie said. "My mom seemed more excited than usual about going to the lake. She and your mom are closer now than I remember, what's different?"
"Maybe it's because your dad and my dad seem to be out of town more than usual, lately." I said, "They might just have more in common than before."
"I guess that makes sense, except that when my dad came home last week, he ended up sleeping in the spare room." Callie said sadly, looking out the side window. "I hope it doesn't mean that they are having real trouble, this is the first time I can remember them sleeping in separate rooms."
"I hope you're right, having divorced parents must be a bitch," I sympathized "though it would be tougher on your little brothers than on you, since you're leaving for college in a couple of weeks."
Callie turned and looked at me and said "No, I'm not."
"What? What do you mean you're not?" I asked, bewildered. "I thought you were off to the land of sororities, fraternities, spring break and 'Girls Gone Wild.'" I teased.
She shook her head. "No, I was accepted to every school to which I applied and had choices, but I felt like I wasn't ready. I told my parents I want to work for a little while and figure out what I want to do. I really didn't want to waste their money while I was deciding."
I looked at her in amazement. We had gotten to Starbucks and I started to get out of the car. She sat there and stared at her hands. I stopped, sat back down and closed my door. I looked at her and tears were running down her face.
"Hey," I said softly "Are you OK?"
She started to nod her head, yes, stopped and shook her head, no. Her body shook as a sob wracked her body. I wasn't sure what to do, but felt like I needed to do something. I scooted over in the seat and tentatively put my arm around her shoulders. She surprised me by turning and burying her face in my chest. I brought my other arm up and held her gently as she cried. Soon, her sobs eased and she seemed to relax in my arms. She further surprised me by raising her head and briefly kissing me on the cheek.
"Thanks, Pete." she murmured. "I needed a hug and a friend right then."
Asshole Pete made his first appearance of the day. "Hey, that's what I'm here for, to be a FRIEND to a hot girl." I teased, grinning.
She slugged me, just like Traci. "You know, I have heard Traci call you an asshole, now I know why." Callie said, laughing.
"You OK?" I asked with concern for my friend.
"Yeah, thanks Pete," she answered "I think so."
"OK, let's get some coffee." I said opening my door. Callie started opening hers and I asked her "Could I get that for you?"
She smiled and closed the door. I ran around the car and got her door. She got out, smiled shyly and thanked me. I waited for her to start walking, but she reached over and took my hand, surprising me again. We walked to the door hand-in-hand, Callie waiting for me to open the door. People turned and looked at us and smiled as we walked to the counter holding hands. I proudly escorted this beautiful girl and asked her what she wanted. I ordered for the two of us, telling Callie to find a table and I would bring our drinks. She lowered her head demurely, looking up at me and softly saying that she would wait for me.
I freed my hand to pay and as soon as I returned my wallet to my slacks, she slipped her fingers through mine again. A thrill shot through me. When our drinks were ready I handed hers to her and she never let go of my hand. I retrieved my drink and we found a table. Our hands separated as we sat, but she quickly found my hand again. My heart was pounding as she looked at me sweetly. I had never had a girl this hot, aside from my sisters, pay this much attention to me in private, let alone in public and I was nearly speechless.
"Callie?" I started to say and she stopped me.
"I'm trying to get away from that childish nickname Pete." She said. "Would you mind calling me Calida? I love my name and I wish somebody other than my Mom would call me Calida. I know I am always going to be my daddy's baby Callie, but, as a guy, I'd really like for you to call me Calida."
"Calida." I said, experimenting with how it felt on my lips and tongue. "Calida, I would be happy to honor your request." I said with as much real sincerity as I felt.
She smiled happily and squeezed my hand. "Thank you Pete, or would you prefer Peter?"
"Actually, I have never liked how Peter sounded." I said; Calida's eyes darkening with sadness as her head dropped. "But, when you say it, it just sounds different and somehow sexy."
Her head snapped up and her eyes were shining with tears. "You're just saying that so you don't hurt my feelings." She said with a trembling voice, starting to withdraw her hand, her head dropping again.
"Calida," I said softly as I didn't let her remove her hand from mine. "If we get to know each other better, and my heart would break a little if we didn't, you will find that I generally say what I mean, more than earning the 'Asshole' designation that my dear sister doesn't hesitate to use. When you said 'Peter' a minute ago you took my breath away, like no-one ever has. I sincerely hope you continue to call me Peter."
Calida raised her head to look at me, suspicious, her eyes widening as she looked into my eyes. I was not smiling, and she realized that I was dead serious.
"PPPeter," Calida said, stammering "I, I, I'm sorry. I am sort of used to not being taken seriously. My Mom does, but no-one else ever has, especially BBBBlaine."
My heart fluttered at her first use of her boyfriend's name. Blaine Cassidy, the stud defensive end from our high school football team. He had been pursued heavily by all the Big Ten, SEC and Pac-10 schools, before settling on the Gators. He was already in Gainesville and I wondered why Calida had not mentioned him before now.
"How is Blaine?" I asked cautiously.
"He's an asshole!" Calida whispered forcefully. "Before he left he made a big deal about telling me how much he loved me and said he wanted me to wait for him. Then, a couple of weeks after he left, he called and said if I heard anything about his behavior on campus to ignore it. I asked him what he meant and he said there were rumors that his first weekend on campus that he and several of the football players had an orgy with a bunch of local girls. He told me not to worry about it and he would never be unfaithful to me. On a hunch I Googled 'Florida football orgy' and found a bunch of pictures of guys in jerseys and a bunch of girls. The pictures were really raunchy and sure enough, I found pictures of Blaine. In a series of sequential shots, some redheaded slut was sucking him off. Then, a girl with white blonde hair was evidently shaking her tits in his face. He pulled off her thong and as he was receiving the blow job he was eating her ppppusssy."
Calida had started crying and I drew her to me. I held her and soon her sobs slowly stopped.
She sat up and continued her story. "Unbelievably, it got worse from there. There were pictures of the three of them switching positions. The redhead lay on her back and the blonde started eating her out. Blaine got behind the blonde and started fucking her. Apparently, that wasn't good enough, so he pulled out and stuck it in her ass. A third girl, with dirty blonde hair joined in and sat on the redhead's face and started kissing Blaine. The funny thing was that earlier pictures showed her blowing one of his teammates and swallowing his cum, so Blaine was unknowingly licking up his teammate's sperm. That's where I stopped looking. I called him immediately. He answered and I asked him if he was near his computer and he said yes. I emailed him the link of the page that I was looking at. He was really quiet. I asked him if he was there and he said yes. I then told him that he should understand why I was dumping his ass and he should NEVER contact me again."
I know my mouth was hanging open as she finished her story. She looked up and me and smiled.
"Shocking, huh?" Calida asked me.
I nodded before saying "What an idiot! If I EVER had a girl LIKE you, let alone you, I would never do anything to fuck it up! What an idiot!"
Calida blinked in surprise. "Peter, I didn't know you felt that way about me."
"Calida, you are the most gorgeous girl, ehhhh, woman that I know. Well, next to my sisters and my Mom, you are." I said, grinning. "I can't let them think I'd ever put anyone before them!"
Calida grinned and slugged me. "Asshole!" She said laughing before she turned serious. "Peter, seriously, I didn't know you felt that way about me. How long have you felt that way?"
I smiled gently and said "Ever since you guys moved back here in fifth grade. Most families here are of Scandinavian heritage, so your Mediterranean heritage was breathtaking to me. Even in fifth grade I thought you were beautiful. Even your name was excitingly different. You probably don't know this, but, the first couple of weeks at school that year, I watched you every minute we were on the playground or at lunch. If we had been adults it would have been classified as stalking."
Calida blushed "Peter, that was almost ten years ago, why haven't you said anything before now?"
