The Agreement
11 Party
THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL, Rose and Brenda came over to help get ready for the party. We were going all out with the decorations and had cobwebs stretched from one end of the house to the other. We did our best to figure out the spookiest stuff we could arrange and changed the light bulbs in the family room lamps to black lights with glow-in-the-dark skeletons nearby. They really had an eye for the macabre and wanted to know if we had any latex gloves. Mom had a pair for cleaning and they stuffed them with toilet paper and then put cooking oil on them. Reaching into the candy bowl and finding a slimy hand was gross! They agreed we’d have to have a box of tissues sitting next to the candy bowl so people could wipe their hands.
Mom drove them home and I got out to walk each to her door. When Rose and I were on the doorstep she said, “I explicitly give you permission to kiss me goodnight and caress my left boob.” What? I had to figure out which hand to use to get to her left. But I was not going to pass up an opportunity to touch Rose’s tits. I kissed her and raised my right hand to squeeze her boob. It blew up! She’d pushed a balloon up under her jacket as we kissed and when I reached for her breast she popped it. Scared the shit out of me!
“Aw. What happened to my boobie?”
“It was boobie trapped,” I laughed.
“Mmm. Better check to see if there’s any more, um… boobie traps,” she said. She opened her jacket and pulled my hand to her chest as I kissed her again. Oh, Rose. She pushed me away. “School night. Hurry and get Brenda home. ’Night, boyfriend!”
When I got back in the car, Brenda snuggled up to me and giggled. She obviously knew what was going to happen since she didn’t come to the door with us.
“That was mean,” I said, “and very funny.”
“Now you have to answer a test,” Brenda said as we walked to her door. “Which is better, tits or ass? All boys seem to be able to think about is a girl’s tits or ass. So tonight, you have to choose. When you kiss me goodnight, do you fondle my breast or my butt?”
“After my recent experience, I’m a little worried about boobie traps,” I laughed.
“No traps. I don’t even care which you pick. I just want to know which you like best—my breasts or my butt.” I took both Brenda’s shoulders in my hands and looked her in the eye. I had a couple inches on her now, but we were still close enough to see eye-to-eye.
“Brenda, I love you. In fifth grade, you helped save my life, but I loved you before you had either tits or ass. I could never dare to go up to you and say anything, but I love how smart you are, how pretty your face is. I love your laugh and the way your eyes light up when you are having a good time. That was all before you grew these things and while your butt still looked like a boy’s. It’s not your tits or ass I love, Brenda. It’s you.”
“Oh, Brian. Kiss me. Make love to me. Touch me anyplace you want. I love you, too, baby.” I kissed her. I didn’t touch her in any of those places, but I did eventually slide my hands around her shoulders so I could embrace her while we kissed. Then I said, “Goodnight, Brenda,” and went back to the car while she watched me. We didn’t pull away from the curb, though, until she’d gone inside.
Friday after school, Carl, Liz, and Candace came over to help with food prep. I got the bread dough ready for the pigs in a blanket and Candace got the first batch of cookies in the oven as I took Carl and Liz up to my room. The change was going to be pretty simple. I wanted them to just move my bed into the corner, my desk and computer to the other end of the room, and to disassemble my train set. There was going to be an after party in my room.
“That girl has ants in her pants,” Candace said. “Does she ever settle down?”
“She’s a little hyper, but I guess it’s just normal for her. Get her to tell you about playing seven minutes in heaven sometime.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s her story. I think she’ll tell you, though, since she’s told almost everyone else.”
When it was about time for everyone to go, Liz asked me to come outside with her where we’d put bales of hay. I hadn’t told anyone there was a whole wagon full of fresh straw by the barn. They can call it a hayride if they want, but straw is much cleaner and more comfortable.
“Brian, help me.”
“What Liz?”
“I almost did something stupid in your room and I’m afraid I might get dumber as I get closer to kissing Carl goodnight. I don’t want him to feel me up tonight. Maybe after the party, but not tonight.”
“Then tell him no.”
“But I want to be touched. You know how I want to be touched. I’ve been holding it in for a month. I’m about to explode. Help me, Brian.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You know what to do. How to touch me and kiss me. Please do it, Brian. Please kiss me and put your hand in my panties and make me come.”
“Liz, we’re right outside the kitchen window.”
“I’ll be quiet. I promise. And fast. And may I please touch you while you do me?”
“Liz…”
“Please?”
I’m not superman. I’m just a fifteen-year-old boy. I pulled Liz farther over so at least we weren’t in the light and sat down on a bale to kiss her. It didn’t take long before my fingers were playing with her clit through her underwear. Her hand was wrapped around me and I knew I was going to spurt. I just kept kissing her. When I felt her come and her wetness soak through to my fingers it was too much and I almost screamed as I started pumping.
“Oh god, Liz! You overwhelm me.”
“Thank you, Brian, thank you. I know I can make it home without doing something really stupid now. Thank you.”
We hadn’t been outside five minutes when the back door opened and Candace and Carl came out.
“You ready to go, Liz?” Candace asked.
“Yeah. I just noticed that some of the bales had fallen over,” Liz said as we came into the light.
“Looks like it fell over on you,” she said pulling hay out of Liz’s hair.
“No, I kinda fell over it,” Liz laughed. “I’ll take the back seat. Carl, you can ride shotgun because you’ll never fold those legs of yours into Candace’s back seat.” They headed toward the car.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss as good as what she got?” Candace asked. “They can wait five minutes.”
“I’m not actually sure Liz can. Kind of keep an eye on her tonight and walk her to the door with Carl. Remember the rules.”
“I will. Now may I kiss you?”
“Yes.” We did. She grabbed my hand and began to pull it up toward her breast but seemed to think better of it and brought it up to nuzzle with her face instead. She sniffed and looked at me.
“You didn’t have time for that, did you?” she asked in disbelief.
“Remember seven minutes in heaven?”
“Holy shit.” She sniffed my fingers again and then licked them. “Mmm. I definitely need to talk to her in… uh… depth.” She kissed me again and ran to the car.
Hannah and I were scrambling in the kitchen when Rhiannon and Samantha arrived. Hannah had come over straight from her collections drop-off and started helping me with the caramel apples. If I had ever thought about what a mess these made, I’d never have put them on the menu. Mom let the girls in and they dropped their bags and came straight to the kitchen.
“Kisses?” Sam asked as they came in?
“Sure,” I said, “but I can’t hug. My hands are all sticky.” Samantha gave me a noisy buss and then turned to Hannah. Hannah pointed to her cheek and Sam kissed it.
“Me too?” Rhiannon asked. I leaned toward her to kiss her. Rhiannon and I had kissed like this once before. It was just a friend-to-friend thing and nothing sexy. She pulled back from me and smacked her lips. Seeing my sticky fingers, she grabbed my hand and sucked one of them into her mouth. “Yum! Where all are you going to smear that stuff?” she laughed. She looked over to Hannah and Hannah made a show of smearing a little caramel on her cheek. Rhiannon immediately kissed it.
“Ooh. You got me all wet!” Hannah said.
“How else was I supposed to get the candy off your cheek?” Rhiannon asked innocently.
In a few minutes, I’d shown the girls where to store their bags and they came to help with the next batch of apples. The dipping went pretty quickly. The clean-up took an hour. Just as we were finished, another car pulled into the drive and two screaming girls piled out with their bags. I went to the door to welcome Jennifer and Courtney. They tried to plaster themselves to me, but I turned to greet Jen’s mom.
“Hi, Mrs. Pratt. I’m so glad you could come to be one of our chaperones.” By the time I’d finished speaking the girls were in the house and we could hear all five of them squealing.
“What you mean is you are glad I brought those two wildcats to your party. Somehow, I’ve a feeling that my being a chaperone is secondary.”
“Well, I’m really glad you brought Jennifer and Courtney, but I am pleased that you’re keeping Mom and Dad company in the living room while we kids get wild in the family room and kitchen.”
“If it gets that wild, we’ll be sitting in the family room as well!”
“Anna!” Mom said as she came to the breezeway. “Is he making you stand in the cold? Brian, where are your manners?”
“I was just getting her bag, Mom,” I said, picking up Mrs. Pratt’s little suitcase. “I’ll take it to the guest room while you show her around.”
It was time to wrap the wieners in bread dough and let them rise and after we got Jennifer and Courtney scrubbed up, we all set to work. Thanks to Candace, the cookies were all baked, but there were still some to be frosted.
About three o’clock, Carl and Doug arrived. Doreen drove them. She had opted not to go to college and was studying at a secretarial school in town. She popped out of the car as I motioned the guys into the house. More girl-squeals from inside.
“Hi, Doreen. Checking to make sure the party is legit?”
“Oh, believe me, your parents have been on the phone all week. I just wanted to stop and see my favorite guy.”
“Who?”
“You! I miss you. God! I miss everyone since Betts went to West Lafayette. When’s she coming home?”
“Not till Thanksgiving.”
“Well, you’ll do. Can I help?”
“Yeah. I know I’ll always be your number twenty-two, Doreen,” I laughed.
“Geez! I was so out of control that day. I ended up with fifty-seven.”
“Fifty-seven?”
“Fifty-seven full-out kisses with tongue. I was afraid I’d end up with mono!”
“I think I’ll go wash my mouth out with Listerine,” I laughed. “Come on. As long as you’re here, you might as well help with the carving. You want to stay for the party?”
“Can I? Even if I don’t have a costume?”
“We’ll grab something out Betts’ closet and you can come as her. You just have to be bitchy to everyone.”
We were a mess, but by five we had ten huge pumpkins carved. The horses each got a scoop of pumpkin seeds with their feed. The rest we threw out on the compost. I put the first batch of pigs in a blanket in the oven and we raced to get our costumes on. The girls practically tied me down so they could put makeup and a dress on me. Actually, they kind of sat on me and if I moved they did something interesting. I found that a little fake effort to get away every once in a while, paid a big dividend.
It was full dark and people started arriving, snatching up cider and hotdogs as they came in. There was every kind of costume imaginable, but they were pretty simple. We were mostly fifteen and the idea of doing a complicated costume was boring. The girls spent more time on my costume than on their own for a change.
In addition to our usual crew, Derek and Jackson both brought their dates, Lisa and Serena. Renee came solo. I was pleased that Cassie and Geoff both came, though they didn’t come together. I wondered if Geoff had gotten the same treatment I did after his adventure under the tree. Sometimes it was a little hard not to be pissed about that. I didn’t particularly regret Cassie breaking up with me but it hurts to be rejected and then see one of your friends get it on. Stupid. Who am I to complain?
Hannah’s sister Sarah came, but she didn’t have a date. I knew she was a little lonely since Jessica left and I was glad she was there. Mercedes and Leo from the drama group came. I was glad there were more seniors. Carl’s brother Bill even showed up with the cheerleader, Shelly. Doreen was keeping several of the younger guys entertained with what it was like to be out in the “real world.” I noticed that Doug stayed close to her all evening.
The games went over great. I used the same game where two people eat a string to race to the marshmallow in the center. A lot more couples ended up together on the marshmallow than did at the church party last year. I also found a game where we divided into two groups and raced to see which group could pass an apple from person to person without using their hands. I even had a bunch of towels and a tub of water in the garage. We all went out and the girls bet on which boy would be fastest or offered incentive rewards as the boys ducked their heads in the water to try to catch an apple. Crap! That water was even colder than I expected.
We dried off and Rhiannon moaned about the fact that I’d ruined my makeup. We had music going in the family room and some of the people started dancing.
“Brian, why haven’t you asked me out on a date yet? We’ve had this group for two months now and I don’t think you know I exist.”
“Ooh, drama queen,” Candace laughed. “We need you in the theater group.”
“Well, Rhiannon, where does it say in the rules that the guys have to ask the girls? I didn’t think you wanted to go out with me because you never asked.”
“These rules you guys have must be weird. You mean any of you can ask out any of the others anytime?” Mercedes asked.
“Yeah,” Carl laughed. “Just this evening I asked Lionel to go to the football game with me.”
“And I said yes,” Lionel said. “It’s a Notre Dame football game!” We all got a good laugh out of that. “But I ain’t giving you permission to kiss me. I might let you hold my hand, though, if you buy me a soda.” Lionel was on a roll.
“Then, Brian, I’d like you to invite you to see Irma la Douce at the Elkhart Civic Center, December 4th.”
“Really? How cool is that? I’d love to. How’d you get tickets?”
“My aunt is in the show.”
“Thank you for inviting me, Rhiannon. I’m excited.”
“Brian, you have explicit permission to kiss me right now as a thank you.” I did. I thought I caught a glimpse of Doreen taking Doug’s hand, but he was smiling.
“Seriously? You say ‘explicit permission?’” Mercedes mocked. “Ooh, Brian, I give you explicit permission to bite my ass.”
Mercedes had really been acting like she was too cool all evening and like we should be grateful that a senior of her caliber would attend a party that was mostly freshmen. She didn’t expect me to drop to my knees and bite her in the ass. So much for expectations.
“You fucking little bastard! You bit me!”
“We all heard you give him explicit permission to bite your ass,” Candace laughed. “What did you expect?”
“He should have known I was just kidding. That hurt!”
“How am I supposed to know you mean one thing when you say another?” I asked. “That’s what our agreement is all about. We know what’s okay with our date and what isn’t.”
“Of course, Brian could have declined your invitation,” Candace continued. “The fact that he actually put his mouth on that big butt of yours might mean your dreams have come true. Well, maybe not. The way you’ve been acting tonight, probably anyone in the room would have bitten your ass.”
“That is so weird.”
“Look, you came to the party with Leo. He’s a nice guy. We had a good time in the show. But when he takes you home tonight, how’s he going to know if it’s okay to kiss you goodnight?”
“Oh, he’ll know,” Mercedes said, walking over to her date and sitting in his lap. She kissed him.
“How about to touch your breasts? Or put his hand in your panties? Or bite your ass? Or push you down to give him a blow-job? How’s he supposed to know what’s okay?”
“If he tries something I don’t want I’ll push him away. If he tries it again, I’ll slap him.” Mercedes said.
“Wouldn’t it be easier and even sexier if you told him what was okay? He might not even get a bruised cheek.”
“Okay. I see your point. I’m not sure I agree with it. We’ve always done it this way. I guess that next time I give you permission to bite my ass I need to be more specific and tell you how hard and exactly what part of my ass likes to be bitten.” Mercedes laughed and the rest of us did, too. I could see a couple of our other non-group friends nodding.
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