Foolish Wisdom
9 Independence Day
LAMAR PICKED ME UP at seven-thirty Friday morning. He was dragging. I had a feeling he didn’t often get up that early in the summer. But the distance had dictated the timing. Of course, I’d been up since four-thirty anyway. I’d packed the cooler with fried chicken, coleslaw, and deviled eggs. In the box, there were chips and fruit, blankets, and insect repellent. We didn’t know what conditions would be. After we finished packing Lamar’s car, we stopped at the IGA and he bought four six-packs of soft drinks. It wasn’t legal for any of us to have beer and since Lamar was driving he wasn’t going to risk it anyway. Each of the four of us had our favorite drinks. I grabbed a case of bottled water, too. Just in case. The trunk of his car was full.
Next stop was Renee’s house. I sat in the car while Lamar went to the door. Renee was his date, not mine. She bounced out of the house like she had wings with a big beach bag slung over her shoulder. As soon as she was in the car she turned in the seat and looked at me.
“Hey, boyfriend. Can I have a little kiss?”
“Uh…” I glanced at Lamar coming around the car.
“It’s okay. I’m not asking to make out. This time.” I leaned forward and Renee placed a little kiss on my lips as Lamar slid into the seat.
“Hey. How about me?” he asked. Renee gave him a much more serious kiss and we headed over to Rose’s house. This time I went to the door and didn’t have to wait until we got to the car to get a welcoming kiss. Rose wrapped her arms around me at the door and asked for the kind of kiss that would let her know I loved her. I obliged.
Rose had a cute outfit on with a red and blue plaid shirt unbuttoned about half way. Beneath it, she wore a white tube top. There was no sign of a bra helping to support her treasures. A pair of blue jean shorts that weren’t short enough to be indecent but were certainly short enough to expose her legs all the way to the ground, and a pair of white tennis shoes completed the ensemble. We slid into the back seat of the car and Rose leaned forward.
“Little kiss hello, Lamar?” she asked. Lamar glanced at Renee grinning in her seat and met Rose’s lips for a soft kiss. “How about you, girlfriend?” Rose asked, turning to Renee. Once again, the next kiss was a lot hotter than the first.
“Oh my! We better turn the air conditioner on, Lamar. We’re going to steam the windows up with that little girl in the car,” Renee laughed. Fortunately, Lamar’s car did have a good air conditioner and by eight-thirty we were headed south on US 31 toward Indy.
“This is a great idea,” I said. “I’ve never been to IU in Bloomington.”
“I’m glad you could go along with us,” Lamar said. “There’s nothing really going on, but I’ve only been there during recruiting and Renee visited once last summer. We just want to walk around campus and get a feel for it before we get caught up in all the fall rush.”
“And recruit a couple friends to put IU on their application list,” Renee said.
“I’m not going to get a full ride to play basketball,” I laughed. We talked about the whole college application process and how it wasn’t too early to be thinking about where we were going. We had a long ride to talk and Rose stayed snuggled up against me in the center seatbelt the whole four hours down there.
Wandering around campus was a blast. It’s huge! Fortunately, there was an information kiosk where we could get our bearings or we’d probably never have found our way back to the car. It was already after one when we got there, so one of the first stops was at Kilroy’s for pizza. So much for our picnic, I guessed. But after three hours of wandering around campus, we were ready to eat again.
“What are you going to study, Lamar?” I asked. I knew Renee was planning on an elementary education degree, but I really had no idea what Lamar was interested in besides basketball.
“Well, don’t think I’m crazy, but see that building over there? That’s where I hope to spend most of my college career.”
“Wait. Lamar, that’s the School of Law!” Rose said.
“Yep. Might as well have a good career when I get out of school. I can’t play roundball forever. But we gotta go someplace where we can chill for a while. I need food and a little nap before we head back.”
“Got any ideas?” I asked.
“Yep. There’s a lake just north of campus. Should be a picnic area there.”
The lake was pretty cool and we ate the picnic like we hadn’t seen food in a month. Then we were all sleepy. We just stretched out on our blankets and with Rose nestled under my arm, I dropped off to sleep. It was Lamar that woke us all up.
“Come on, guys. It stays light late, but I promised I’d get us all home by midnight. It’s seven and we gotta get moving to make it.” We packed out our gear and loaded the car. Lamar grabbed another Coke and we headed out. Rose brought a blanket with her into the back seat.
“I might get cold and want to go back to sleep,” she explained. We were just getting into Indy when Rose cuddled up against me and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. She reached up to kiss me and I just luxuriated in the feel of her lips and her soft, sensuous body next to mine. We kind of wiggled our way around so we were both reclining with her on top of me. “Brian,” she whispered, “I give you explicit permission to touch me anywhere under the blanket, inside or outside my clothes. May I touch you, lover?”
“Yes, Rose. What’s come over you?”
“I just get achy sometimes and want to be touched. And you are the only boy who’s ever… touched me that way.”
“The only boy?” I grinned.
“Well, there was our date with Sugar on Valentine’s Day. And last week… um… Elaine and I laid out together and sort of put lotion on each other.” I groaned. Last week, I’d put lotion on Elaine, too. “But you are the only boy I want to touch me. I don’t think I’m a lesbian, but I might be bi. Still, there’s only you that I want to feel holding me.” To convince me, she pulled my hand inside her shirt and I discovered that the tube top had been pushed down off her soft full breasts. She kissed me and moaned into my mouth so quietly I was sure only I could hear her.
“I could fall in serious love with you, Rose. I don’t know how this love stuff works, really. Hannah was trying to explain it to me. I just know that when I’m with you, even if we’re not touching like this, that I can’t think of being without you.” I felt her hand touch my stiff cock. She didn’t grab it or rub it. She just held it in her hand. Somehow that act of just holding made it even more sensual. I wasn’t trying to rub her nipples or anything, either—just holding her soft flesh in my hand.
“We’re going about the right speed, love,” she whispered. “It will be two months before we even see each other again, let alone do something like this. And we won’t do this every time we’re together. Oh, I want to. I want to feel you sucking on my nipples. I want to feel your cock spurting in my hand. I’ve even imagined myself giving you a blowjob,” she giggled a little. “I don’t want to start off being sixteen like that, though. I want to feel it build slowly to the limit before I turn seventeen. Then sometime before graduation, I want to make love to you.”
“Is that your goal, Rose?”
“No. That’s the start.”
Saturday morning was truly lazy. I got in just before midnight after delivering a kiss to Rose that lingered on my lips and tongue all night long. We’d both been on edge the entire last two hours home, but when I kissed her at the door she asked me not to touch myself that night and she wouldn’t either. She just wanted to lie naked in her bed and remember the feeling of touching and being touched. I agreed, not realizing how little sleep I was going to get. That feeling of being turned on almost to the limit but not letting go was how I thought of my relationship with Rose. Every time I started to soften and go to sleep, a fleeting memory of her hard nipple pressed into my palm or the moisture of her pussy seeping through her panties brought me awake and to full arousal in an instant.
“Did you get any more sleep than I did last night?” I groaned into the phone when I called her.
“No. I was awake all night feeling your hands on my breasts and between my legs and feeling your cock in my hand. I’m about to scream.”
“Are you alone?” I asked.
“Yes. Mom and Dad let me get a phone in my room this year.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and do it, then.”
“You mean… masturbate? While I’m talking to you?”
“Yeah. Let me tell you about how I felt just holding your naked breast in my hand.”
“Are you alone, too?”
“Yes. Mom and Dad went to pick up a U-Haul trailer to take to Seattle next week. We’ll be spending all afternoon packing it.”
“Then you do it, too. With me.”
“Are you naked?”
“Just a sec.” The phone hit a hard surface just loud enough to let me know she’d put it down. I knew what was coming next, so I skinned out of my briefs and T-shirt and dragged the phone into the bathroom so I could close and lock the door. Mom and Dad should be gone another hour, but there was no sense taking chances. “I’m naked now.”
“Did you know there’s a slight difference between your left breast and your right?” I asked. “Touch your left breast and let your finger just circle the nipple on that beautiful pink disk it sits on.” I heard a little gasp. “You feel that tiny bump next to your nipple on the left side? I found it with my tongue the first time I kissed you there. Touch your other nipple. The little bump isn’t there. It’s perfectly smooth. I checked that with my tongue, too.”
“Oh, Brian. I’m going to come in a second. Touch your cock, lover. My pussy is so wet it just wants you to slide into me.”
“I want to touch you Rose. I want to feel your little clit with the same tongue that felt your nipples. Can you feel it, Rose? Can you feel my tongue on your clitty?” The answer was a long, stifled scream. She must have pushed her hand into her mouth. I squeezed my cock once and felt the hot spatters of come against my belly and chest. If she still had the phone anyplace near her ear, she heard my shout.
“I love you, Brian.”
“I love you, Rose.”
Mom and Dad and I spent the afternoon packing the rest of Betts’ stuff into the U-Haul. Dad was going to tow it behind the truck with the camper on it and he and Mom were taking a vacation for two weeks to drive to Seattle and back. They didn’t plan to stay in motels. I was thinking it might have been the first time the two of them took a vacation alone since Betts was born. It was sort of sad to empty Betts’ room of all the boxes she’d packed and the stuff she brought home from school. Betts had a nice big bed, so that was going, too, along with all her satin sheets and bedding. We packed her dresser full of wedding presents and by the time we were finished, the trailer was packed to the gills. They planned to leave first thing tomorrow, even though I wasn’t expecting Anna to pick me up until mid-afternoon. I was kind of moping around my bedroom looking at my chemistry set. It was the Fourth of July and I never had figured out how to make fireworks for Jimmy Sutton. Well, he wanted nitroglycerin, which would have been a little more than fireworks. I heard tires on the cinder driveway, but I didn’t pay any attention.
“Brian! Your date is here.” Date? Wait! No one told me I had a date tonight. It’s a holiday. And I already went out with everyone in the past two weeks. Well, except… I ran downstairs.
“Whitney! You’re here! I thought you were gone for the summer.”
“Holiday weekend, Brian. They let us out of the concentration camp for three days.”
“Holy cow! I’m so happy to see you. May I have a kiss, girlfriend?” Whitney bent down to kiss me. I stood on tiptoe. “Sweetheart, did you get taller or am I getting shorter?”
“Yes. If you don’t hurry up and grow some more we’re going to look like a real odd couple by junior prom. I measured in at 6′2″ at camp.” I’m taking Whitney to junior prom? Two years from now?
“It makes no difference to me, Whit. I love you and I think you are beautiful. Nobody told me I was even going out tonight. Or are we staying in? What are we doing?”
“So, you just expect that all your girlfriends decide in advance what to do with you, huh? What if I just said, you choose?” She grinned at me and fluttered her eyes in a patented Whitney flirt.
“Oh. Are you sure you trust me to choose what I want to do with you? Your virtue might not be safe.”
“I wish. Come on. We’re getting burgers and then heading for the fireworks. It’s Independence Day!”
‘We’ proved to be Whitney, her mom, and a guy named Dave that her mom was dating. We went to the Dog ’n Suds Drive-In for the burgers and root beer floats before heading to Battell Park to watch the fireworks over the river. It was only eight-thirty and fireworks wouldn’t start until ten, but Whitney waved goodbye to Mrs. Anderson and Dave and dragged me away. She had a blanket tucked under her arm. Some of the good spots were already taken, but there was a sort of beach down at the bend in the river that wasn’t technically part of the park. Some people already had a fire burning. We went up the embankment and spread out the blanket.
“Tell me all about how camp is going. I can’t wait to play with you again this year,” I said.
“Brian, how long will it take for you to understand that you can ‘play with me’ any time you want.”
“Whitney! I didn’t think you were interested in that kind of stuff.”
“I’m interested. I’m just not as developed as some of the girls, even though I’m tall. Mom says that might be why I’m not as developed. Did you know female athletes often don’t start their period until they are fifteen? Well, mine started in April, just before I turned fifteen.”
“You’re kidding! I… well, I didn’t really have any reason to know about that.”
“I called up the girlfriends and they all came over to have a party and bring me first day presents.”
“That is too funny, Whit. It explains a lot, though.”
“I guess I’m a lot like Hannah, except I’m interested in it, I just haven’t had the hormones driving it yet. I can tell you, though, mister. They’re on their way. I just want to get a few more of these periods under my belt, so to speak, before I start letting the hormones take control. I could be a real bitch on the basketball court this year!”
“Oh my God, Whitney. You’ve always been so even-tempered I never even thought about that.”
“Well, fortunately, my coaches are giving me some tools to cope with it. Have you ever done Yoga?”
“No. They’re teaching you that in basketball camp?”
“And so much more. Master Cho sent a Tai Chi instructor, too.”
“Wait. That’s like martial arts, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’ve been doing it for years with Master Cho. It’s kind of a foundation. It combines the meditation practice that I get with Yoga with the fluid movements of Kung Fu. You have to try it. You wouldn’t believe what it’s doing for me.” To demonstrate, she picked her right foot up from where she was sitting and pulled it behind her head.
“Oh! Um… Wow, Whitney.”
“Hmph. I know you’ve seen Brenda and Rose and Sora all do moves as tough as that in cheer practice. And I know what has to go through your mind when they do it.” I popped a boner. Thinking about the last time I saw Brenda pull her foot up over her head was almost too much. “I just don’t have any of the other equipment they have,” Whitney continued, putting her foot back down to sit facing me with her feet together and her knees to the wind. Damn! She had long legs. The position pulled her basketball shorts tight against her crotch. Hell!
“Uh… so do they actually teach you any basketball at that camp?”
“Only about eight hours a day. Our coach is so cool. She coaches women’s basketball at IU and says I have potential to get a scholarship there. Brian, I’m not even the tallest girl at camp. If you came to visit, you’d spend all day just staring at boobs when we’re playing shirts and skins. Or where our boobs should be if they ever develop. Is it okay that I don’t have boobs, Brian? Does it make me too ugly?”
“Whitney… girlfriend.” I scooted up so I was sitting mostly beside her but facing her. It was the position we’d used to kiss in my room. I held out my arms and she fell toward me in a hug. “If it was anyone else who said that about you, I’d beat them to a pulp. And don’t even talk about not having boobs. You know better. I can feel them pushed against my chest. As to ugly… please never use that word again. Whitney, you are one of the most strikingly elegant women I know.”
“You’d beat them up, huh?” She looked at me with an evil glint in her eye. “Maybe you should spank me, then. That would teach me not to talk bad about me.”
“Watch yourself, girlfriend. You might be starting something.”
“Maybe. Maybe when we’re in private.” All of a sudden there were rainclouds in her eyes. “Brian, will you kiss me?” I pulled her back to me and teased her lips with my own until they parted. I licked them with the tip of my tongue and refused to go further until her tongue had come out to meet mine. That’s when the fireworks really started.
The first bang knocked us both back on our asses. We laughed and looked up in time to see another burst of sparkles in the sky.
“I always knew my first time would be like this,” she sighed dramatically. “Or second or third. Whichever it is. I can hardly wait to find out what happens when you make me come!”
“Not tonight, sweetheart. Come on. Cuddle with me and let’s watch the show while I whisper to you how much I love you.”
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