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In this chapter, Scott learns more about the tangled web that females can weave, even as he fucks someone other than his sister. Chandler and Korey take a huge step in their relationship as, with some trepidation, they come out to Chandler's father.
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CHAPTER 42 JUNIOR YEAR: RELATIONSHIPS (1)
With baseball over, August was a time for vacation trips. Noah and his family left by Amtrak for Whitefish, Montana. It would be his second trip there since the time he went with Bobby and learned about meditation from Espowyes, the old and wise Native American. His given and legal name was Robert, but he used the name Espowyes, which means "the light on the mountain". Noah's family took no guests this time; it was all about family.
Eric and his parents went to San Diego by train on Thursday, the fourth, the day after his sixteenth birthday party. He and his father would be watching the Mariners series against the Padres while his mother visited an old friend who lived in San Diego. The entire family would be doing the San Diego Zoo, the beaches, and train rides on the Coaster and Sprinter commuter trains.
The twins and Korey were off camping along the Pacific Coast with their mother and father. Lars, Hunter, Rodney, and Jerome were gone with their families as well. But a lot of the baseball boys were still home, and that included Scott.
<Monday, August 8>
Scott sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room at Cindy's house. He had arrived an hour before, just in time for Cindy to prepare lunch. They enjoyed toasted cheese sandwiches and potato chips, and then sat in the living room to chat and let their lunches settle.
"Baseball is over for me and softball is over for you," Scott said. "We actually have a lot of time."
"Well, you got more than I do since I'm working at the Burger Barn."
"I thought I was set to work at the feed mart, but they weren't going to let me off early for baseball, which was lame."
"Lots of guys have worked there and gotten off for sports in the summer," Cindy said.
"I guess they got a new boss. It sucked. I could use the money and it was too late for finding anything else. Living off my allowance is totally lame."
Cindy sidled up to Scott, who quickly put his arm around her. Scott had been coming over to visit and make-out as often as he could, and he and Cindy knew what was coming. It wasn't long before they were topless. They kissed as Scott fondled Cindy's firm teen breasts.
Scott soon had his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped to relieve the pressure on his nearly seven inch boner. Cindy rubbed his hardness through his green boxers. Scott kissed and licked Cindy's nipples, then leaned in and sucked on her right breast. It was a ritual they were both familiar with. The two sixteen year olds were panting as their teen hormones fed their rising sexual feelings.
Scott pulled his shorts off, and then pulled off Cindy's. They made out some more, clad in just their underwear. Scott's right hand found its way inside of Cindy's panties as her hand found its way inside of his boxers. They kissed long and deep, breathing hard and fast.
"Let's go to my bedroom," Cindy whispered. Scott was surprised at the request. They usually made out on the couch, getting naked, kissing and licking as Cindy masturbated Scott while Scott finger fucked her. Sometimes Cindy got on her knees and sucked Scott off, and, on very rare occasions, Cindy lay back on the floor and Scott ate her out.
Scott shrugged and followed Cindy to her bedroom where Cindy pulled off her panties. Scott followed suit, removing his boxers, his near seven inch cock standing up proudly, the pee hole dripping precum.
"I want to do it," Cindy said. "I wanted to wait until we were both done playing ball and do it. I want you to take my virginity."
"Now? This afternoon?" Scott asked stupidly.
"Yes," she whispered.
Scott asked about going all the way almost every time they got together, but not in a serious manner. He knew what her answer would be. But this time she was volunteering to go all the way, and he hadn't even asked her. Girls are so strange, he thought.
"I got a rubber in my wallet," he said. "I need to go down and get it,"
"Hurry, before I change my mind."
Scott dashed down the stairs. He decided he wouldn't put it past her to change her mind by the time he got back to her room. He grabbed the condom he thought he'd never get a chance to use and dashed back up the stairs, his steel rod of a boner bouncing back and forth. He carefully put the condom on his cock and lay on the bed next to Cindy.
"I've been told that losing your cherry can hurt," Scott said.
"I think that will be okay," Cindy told him. "I think I lost it when I was in eighth grade and some of us got hold of a dildo from somebody's older sister and played with it at a slumber party. I mean it hurt and I bled some, so I must have done it."
Scott shrugged and kissed her. He knew how to mount and fuck her, and his sister had taught him what to do with a girl during sex. This was different than messing around with his sister and he felt somewhat unsure. He took a deep breath and used his hand to feel out where Cindy's vagina was. He put his finger in it and rubbed it around, eliciting a moan from Cindy. He soon entered her. Once he was sure he was in, primal instinct took over and he was fucking her.
The volume of moans and groans and grunts and sighs went up considerably from what it had been in the living room. The bed bounced some as Scott pushed himself in deep, his strong ass and big cock shooting feelings through Cindy that she had never experienced in masturbation. The inevitable end came quickly as Scott howled and fired his cum into his condom. Just as his orgasm died down and he took his last thrust, Cindy wailed and shook with an orgasm of her own.
"Oh, fuck, that felt so good," Cindy said. "You were really good."
"Better than anybody you ever had before?"
"Well, yeah. You were the first." Cindy wondered if Scott didn't believe her story about popping her cherry and was testing her.
Scott pulled out and took the used condom to the bathroom where he flushed it down the toilet. He was proud of himself, proud of his manhood. He had finally fucked a girl who wasn't his sister. As far as he was concerned he had lost his cherry right along with Cindy. He reentered the bedroom and lay on the bed next to her.
"I love you, Cindy," he said sincerely. He wished he had the money to buy them a pair of friendship rings. He wished he could make that love official.
"Me, too," Cindy said. Scott couldn't fail to notice that she hadn't really come out and declared her love, but he brushed it off as being part of the heat of one of the biggest moments of their young teen lives.
That was not their last time having intercourse. Scott would join with her on her bed four more times over the next two nights before his big night when Cindy's mother went for an overnight visit to her sister in Everett. That was when Scott got Kevin to cover for him and spent the night sleeping with Cindy. They did it three times that night; Scott was happy that he'd brought enough condoms.
Sleeping naked with a girl was much different than sleeping naked with a boy, or with his sister. He once again felt like a man. Her making breakfast in the nude, and their eating in the nude, and finally taking a morning shower together, and mating one more time made his overnight visit the best night of his life as far as he was concerned.
He expressed his love for her yet again. He told her about saving for friendship rings. He asked her to be his girlfriend. He wondered why her responses, while positive, always seemed tepid. He wrote it off as the way her personality was. All he knew was that he was completely in love with Cindy Cameron.
<Sunday, August 26, 2011>
There was one other sexually related milestone that occurred before school started, although it didn't directly involve sex. It did involve Chandler and Korey, however.
Chandler, Korey, Mikey, and Drew had spent the afternoon swimming, playing, and sunning at Chandler's pool. They were all fourteen now, and would be entering freshmen at Mayfield High School in a little over a week. They spent some of their time admiring each other's naked, healthy, adolescent bodies. Chandler brought out one of his dad's measuring tapes and they all managed to bone up and measure as the afternoon went on.
Drew had a line of pubic hair and the smallest boner at 3.5 inches. Mikey had the most hair, sporting a nice developing bush at the base of his cock, and was tied with Chandler for longest at 5.5. Korey was an even 4 inches with scattered wisps of hair.
"It looks like I'm the man in the group," Chandler said. He got on the diving board and lay on his back, lifting his legs and bending his lithe body until he stuffed the head of his young teen cock into his mouth, taking it as deeply as he could, while rubbing his boy-hole at the same time, until he had his finger in his ass, fucking himself while he had his cock in his mouth.
The other three boys had seen Chandler's feat many times before, but that didn't make it any less fascinating to watch. The thing that amazed them the most was how long he could perform the act; it made their backs ache just to look at him. While Chandler sucked himself and finger-fucked himself on the diving board, the other three teens were jerking off on the edge of the pool.
Mikey had worked himself into such a frenzy watching Chandler that his hand was flying over his cock and he became the first of the four to cum. He moaned out a long, "Ohhhhhhhh fucking shit!" he cried out as he shot his light young teen cum into the pool.
They heard a muffled groan from Chandler and watched as he helped himself by rubbing his left hand over his balls and the base of his cock while his right hand fucked his anus and his mouth sucked his cock. The fourteen year old's body froze, his hips lifted higher off of the diving board, he shoved his finger far up into his ass, tickling his sensitive prostate, opened his mouth, and shouted as he jerked himself to a hard, noisy cum, blowing his thickening cum into his mouth. He greedily swallowed his own seed as Korey blew his wad of cum into the pool.
Chandler turned on the board and crawled to the end, did a handstand, and flipped himself off of the board just as Drew became the last of the four boys to spill his seed. Like Mikey and Korey, he shot his cum into the pool. The three boys on the pool deck slid into the cool water.
Chandler surfaced next to them, gulping in a breath of air. "That totally rocked," Chandler said.
"I'm surprised you could suck yourself still wearing your Speedos," Mikey told Chandler.
"Huh? I'm nude, you doofas," Chandler replied.
"Oh. I thought you were wearing those flesh colored Speedos I keep hearing about."
"That is so ancient history," Chandler said. "And you weren't even there anyway."
"But my brother was. And since I hear your dad's pickup driving in I thought I'd remind you."
"Damn, Mikey, see if I ever give you another blow job."
A minute or so later Coach Ecklund came out on the deck. "How about you boys getting some clothes on. Your mom called and she won't be home until late, so let's get some pizza to eat."
"Me and Drew can't hang around," Mikey said. "We both gotta be home tonight."
"But you can enjoy pizza, right?" Coach Ecklund said, ignoring the grammatical faux pas. The pool area was neutral territory when it came to grammar lessons. Sometimes Chandler knowingly butchered the language just to get under the skin of his father.
The four boys pulled themselves out of the pool. As he walked along the deck to where his towel was, Chandler wondered if his father could see any floating wads of cum in the water. However, his father didn't see any evidence of the recent circle jerk, but then he wasn't looking for anything. And if he had seen any evidence, he wouldn't have said anything. He not only had been fourteen once, he'd been around young adolescents long enough to know how they functioned. He knew sexual play had been going on among the foursome for a long time and he also knew that the attention of the boys would soon be focusing more and more on the opposite sex, if it wasn't already. What he didn't know was that two of the boys had very little interest in the opposite sex and would soon be telling him as much.
The boys headed into the house, and went to Chandler's room, where they'd left their clothes. Coach Ecklund, who was as straight as a man could be without being a prude about it, couldn't help but admire the nude specimens of athletic boyhood that walked past him. He had a moment of nostalgia as he wished, just briefly, that he could be fourteen again and follow them into the bedroom to feast on them instead of on pizza.
The boys piled into the Ecklund's SUV and headed for town and the Bear. After eating pizza, they dropped Mikey and Drew off at Mikey's house. Upon returning home, Korey and Chandler dashed up to Chandler's room to have a final discussion on something they'd been talking about for a long time.
"With my mom not home until, like, eight, this is the time to do it. Then we can tell your dad tomorrow," Chandler said.
"Why can't we tell your mom and dad together?" Korey asked.
"Because this is a guy thing."
"If you say so. I guess we can do the same with my dad. I mean Kevin and Kraig told him without my mom around. Not that she didn't find out in a hurry."
The boys went back down to where Coach Ecklund was sitting in his recliner reading a book. "Hi, boys, back already? I thought you'd be upstairs playing games until you dropped."
"We do other stuff, too," Chandler said. "Sometimes we even read." While he wasn't intimidated by his father the way many of the boys at Mayfield Middle School were, he did have a healthy respect for him.
"You mean you read something beyond the directions of whatever new game you have?"
Chandler couldn't say much, because his father was right. While Chandler and Korey were both avid readers, they rarely read together; they had more important things to do in each other's company.
Chandler and Korey sat on the couch. They were each wearing t- shirts and shorts. "We wanted to talk to you about something," Chandler said.
Coach Ecklund put his book down, lowered the leg rest of his recliner, and gave the two boys his full attention. He knew that when a young adolescent wanted to talk to an adult, the adult had better be ready to listen immediately or he would lose precious trust points.
"Talk away," he said. "You have my full attention."
"Well, you know that Korey and I have been friends since, like, forever."
"Yes, you two have been inseparable since at least third grade." He said no more, letting his son determine the direction of the talk. He could tell that whatever it was his son had to say, the subject was somewhat stressful for him. He was a bit fidgety, which was unusual for him, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on the boy's brow. Coach Ecklund had a pretty good idea about where Chandler was heading, but he left it up to his son to get there in his own way.
"Well, we're more than good friends," Chandler said, his voice quivering slightly. He was suddenly finding his father somewhat intimidating, a real rarity. But then, he'd never decided to come out to him as a gay boy, so he had a lot of conflicting emotions boiling up in him.
Coach Ecklund nodded, but said nothing. Chandler's latest words took away his last doubts about where the conversation was heading. While it didn't surprise him, he had hoped it was a conversation he would never end up having with his son.
Chandler was hoping his dad would say something to change the flow of the conversation to a place where he wouldn't have to say what was coming next.
"Well, you see, we are actually boyfriends." There, he'd said it. While Chandler and Korey were not big on holding hands, Chandler felt a great sense of relief and peace when he felt the fingers of Korey's left hand wrap around the fingers of his right hand.
"Are you telling me that you're boyfriends as in you have been enjoying sex with each other or you're boyfriends as in you're gay and in love?"
Chandler was surprised to find himself blushing at his father's mention of sex. What he didn't know was that his father had glimpsed some of the sexual escapades between him and Korey, and even some of the sex play at the pool involving Chandler, Korey, Mikey, and Drew.
"Yeah, that one," Chandler said, hoping his dad would figure it out without him saying it. This had all seemed so easy when he and Korey had discussed coming out, and they'd been talking about doing it for almost the entire summer.
"Um, which one was it, son?"
Chandler could see he wasn't going to be able to weasel out of confessing. "The second one. We're gay and in love."
"You don't have to be afraid to tell me. You know I love you. And after seeing that the three classes ahead of you each have at least one gay couple come out in ninth grade, I've grown somewhat accustomed to handling the news. Granted, none of them were my son, but you get the idea. If being gay is truly what you are, then I'm here to love and support you."
"So that means you're not mad at me."
"I could never be mad at you for telling me who you are. I could never be mad at you for displaying that kind of courage. And Korey, just so you don't feel left out, I love you, too."
Both Korey and Chandler were seeing a soft side to Coach Ecklund that he didn't often display. "Thanks, Coach," was all Korey could think to say.
"Chandler, don't ever be afraid to be honest about yourself around me. I'd be a pretty sad example of a father if you couldn't trust me when you needed me." He smiled at both boys. "I do have a couple of questions for the two of you."
"Okay."
"I take it you two aren't being influenced by those who came out already. I assume you're coming out because you truly feel strongly about each other and about your sexual orientation, not because it looks like some kind of fad."
"You assume correctly, dad," Chandler said as he regained the confidence that had momentarily left him.
"I am certain the two of you are sexually active."
Korey nodded yes as Chandler said, "Yes we are. We've being doing stuff since..."
Coach Ecklund cut him off saying that a yes or no answer was sufficient, that he didn't need any details.
"My final question is this: do you plan to come out at school once it starts up?"
"Not yet. Mikey and Drew know about us and they won't say anything until we do. And I know you're gonna ask, but Mike and Drew aren't gay, they're just, like, um...bed buddies."
"Enough said."
"My brothers know," Korey said. "And we're telling my dad tomorrow."
"We want to keep everybody else guessing for awhile," Chandler said. "I mean there are still some girls we like as friends. We just want them all to wonder about us for awhile. Everybody who's gay knows that Korey and I play around."
"I take it you're both virgins where girls are concerned," Coach Ecklund said.
"Um...well, not exactly. But we like each other better. And don't worry we were safe. We weren't old enough to um...to...um, make...um, and after that, I used..."
"I don't want to hear about it," Coach Ecklund said in a friendly way. "I know you know about the birds and the bees. You both have taken my health class."
They talked some more. Coach Ecklund told Chandler they would have to discuss the subject with his mother in the next couple of days. "She's a nurse. She won't freak out, and I'm sure she suspects what has been going on between the two of you."
The next day Chandler and Korey talked to Korey's father. They wanted Kevin and Kraig to sit in with them. The twins listened silently as their father was informed he had a third gay son.
"You, I'm not surprised by," Korey's father told him.
"What do you mean?"
"I had a feeling about you. I did not have that feeling about you two," he said to the twins. While not effeminate, Korey did have certain mannerisms that were disguised some by his athleticism, but which his ever vigilant father felt he perceived.
"What about you two?" he asked the twins as his talk with Chandler and Korey came to an end. "You never did follow up on our first talk like you said you were going to." The twins had come out to their father when they were twelve. He told them he wanted them to take their time before labeling themselves gay and to talk to him again when they were fifteen or sixteen and confirm their feelings about their sexuality.
"We thought you were going to ask us." Kevin said. Kraig nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'm asking. You two are sixteen now."
"And we're still gay," Kraig and Kevin said simultaneously.
"Then I would have to say that it is probably the way it is."
"But don't worry dad," Korey said. "Keith is bonking Nicole, so he's for sure not gay." Keith was their older brother who was now attending college.
"Korey," Kevin said somewhat exasperated.
"Well, he is. Dad's gotta feel good about something, tonight."
"I do feel good," their dad said. "I feel good about having four of the best sons in the world; not only that, I have three of the best gay sons in the world."
"Cool, that means you get to enjoy us doubly," Korey said.
Those two incidents were the big ones before school started. Korey and Chandler started high school feeling good about themselves and their almost lifetime relationship. Scott started school feeling good about being in love. However, it didn't take Scott long to once again feel what he considered to be the treachery of females.
<Tuesday, September 13>
Football practice always let out early on the Monday after a game. Practice was light and there were no pads and no contact. It was mostly a review of what went wrong, as well as what went right, in the last game and working on plays and schemes. The Mustangs had defeated Meadow Park 34-17 on Friday. The game had gone extremely well, but as with all early season games, there were a lot of mistakes that needed to be addressed.
Tuesday was usually a heavier practice with pads. But while the pads were worn and there was some contact, Coach Fitzgerald stopped practice early because of his intense dissatisfaction with the effort being expended. What the team didn't realize was they would be making up for being sent home early by having a grueling Wednesday practice.
Scott was pulling off his practice gear when he saw Barry Bosch go by, heading for the showers. Barry was 6'3 and weighed in at 240 pounds. Football was his only sport and he played it with a passion. He had signed a letter of intent to a small college in California. What was most impressive about Barry was the long snake hanging between his legs. It hung down almost seven inches and swung back and forth like a pendulum. He had low hanging balls and thick pubic hair. Barry took pride in his wares and never tired of showing them off. Very few males knew that he was a shower and not a grower, but even so, he was over seven inches hard. There were a few females who had seen what Barry had to offer. Scott was almost at seven hard, but he was a little less than five when flaccid, and was envious of Barry.
Scott didn't head for the showers. Coach Allen, one of the assistant coaches, had told the team he'd supervise the weight room for a half- hour after practice. He didn't know that practice would end early, but he kept his promise. He knew that each player was supposed to spend a certain amount of time in the weight room each week, although most of them came in before school. Barry wasn't always as dedicated as he could be as far as working out went and didn't go to the weight room.
After his workout, he showered and decided that since he was running early, he'd stop by Cindy's house on the way home. He knew her mother worked late on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and maybe they would have time for a quickie. He was a house away from Cindy's when he saw the front door of her house open. He stopped when he saw Barry step out with Cindy. Barry turned and planted a big, deep kiss on her lips, then sped down the sidewalk.
Scott stood in place, stunned by what he had just witnessed. Barry walked by with a satisfied grin on his face. "I guess getting in a quickie is one plus to having the team kicked out of practice," he said. Scott wanted to punch the lineman in the face, but as big as Scott was, Barry was bigger. He wisely elected not to say anything, figuring Barry either didn't know Cindy was his girlfriend, or didn't care.
After walking angrily up the sidewalk, Scott ignored the doorbell and pounded loudly on the door. He heard Cindy say, "Yeah, keep your pants on, Barry, I know you forgot your cap." Her jaw dropped what seemed like a foot when she opened the door.
"Scott. What are you doing here?"
"I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend," Scott said.
"Oh, we are."
"Did you have fun with Barry?"
"Scott, it's not what you think."
"It is exactly what I think." And for the second time in less than a year Scott told a girl he was finished with her. "And here I fucking thought I loved you."
Cindy started crying. "Okay, I was going to tell you. I mean, well, he wants to go out with me. He's going to buy the rings you keep saying you can't afford and he's, well, he's..."
"Fuck, don't go telling me he's bigger than I am."
Cindy began crying harder.
"You're a bigger bitch than Tama. At least she didn't go fuck somebody behind my back." He turned and walked away; he couldn't stand being around her any longer.
When Scott got home his mother was close to having dinner ready. Even with the delay at Cindy's house he was home before he said he would be. His mother could see he was in a bad mood, but when she questioned him about it he got reticent and said he was fine. He ate some and picked away at the rest and finally pushed his plate away saying he was going over to Eric's to study.
Eric was surprised to see his friend come over unannounced. It was almost like old times. The two went up to Eric's room. Scott was not surprised to see Noah sitting at Eric's computer.
"Why are girls such bitches?" Scott asked without any kind of introduction.
"It could be genetic," Noah offered. "Or it could be grammatical, since by definition a male cannot be a bitch. Although some gays, especially those who are seen to be bottoms..."
"Fine, fine, I get it," Scott said. "You know what I mean."
"I do," Noah said, "but it looked like you needed a moment to collect yourself. I decided to provide that moment."
"Fuck. I can see why Eric loves you, Noah. Really, I can. And I for sure know why you love him, because I think I loved him like that, too, once upon a time." He looked over at Eric, who was blushing. "If I could find a girl with her shit together like you two guys, I wouldn't let go of her."
"Well, since this obviously doesn't involve Tama," Eric said. "tell me what it is that Cindy did."
Scott told the entire story, right to his splitting up with Cindy. "I can't buy a break when it comes to going out with a girl."
"I would say that being gay has its advantages in that department," Noah said, "but sometimes boys can be such bitches, too. Not that I know any who are," he quickly added.
Scott looked at Noah, shaking his head. "I thought you just said that boys couldn't be bitches...oh, never mind. It's all about calming down, right?"
"Which is not always the easiest thing to do," Eric said. "If you ask me, Cindy blew it. Barry Bosch is a big, macho, senior football player who isn't blessed with a lot of brains or a pleasing personality. How she could want him over you is beyond me."
"You're saying that even after the way I treated you when we broke up?"
"Yes I am. You were under duress at the time." Then Eric gave Scott a wicked grin and said, "But you did give me experience at working with bitches."
"Shit, you guys are impossible. I keep trying to be pissed off, but you won't let me."
"That's the idea," Noah said. "It's what friends do for friends."
The three of them talked some more and actually did some studying. When Scott gathered his books to leave, Noah asked him what he planned on doing as far as girls were concerned.
"I'm staying away from them for awhile. I'm tired of their bullshit."
"Did you every wish you had a boyfriend again?" Noah asked.
"Not until tonight."
<Friday, October 28, Halloween Dance>
It was billed as the Halloween Dance, but it wasn't a formal affair. It was a late, after the football game, type dance. The Mustangs had lost a tough game to Harborview, 28-24. The players didn't let the loss affect their having a good time at the dance, however.
Even with the game happening before the dance, many of the participants were in costume or wearing a mask. Scott elected not to be in any kind of costume. He danced with some of the unattached girls as well as with some of the ones who had a boyfriend. He avoided Cindy, who was attached to Barry Bosch.
He also avoided Tama, who came with Mary Alice. As soon as a freshly showered Danny arrived from the locker room, Mary Alice attached herself to him. Scott was tempted at times to dance with one of the gay boys, just to shake everybody up. That thought was indicative of the mood he was in.
Noah and Eric danced together, including slow dances. Lars and Kevin did a couple of the fast dances. Lars and Eric also danced with Kraig. Hunter was not ready to dance with a boy in public. He still harbored a great deal of shyness about his being gay. Rich and Marty danced together, but not as much as Noah and Eric did. Justin and Toby danced with girls even though everybody knew they were a gay couple. Korey and Chandler danced with girls as well, but they also did a slow dance together, "just to keep everybody guessing," as they put it. They would have been surprised if they knew how little guesswork was needed when it came to their sexual orientation.
Scott asked Mary Alice to dance a fast dance with him. She looked over at Danny who told her he didn't have a problem with it—Scott was one of his best friends. They did two dances together. As Scott walked her back to where Danny was, Mary Alice surprised him by telling him that Tama really wanted to make up with him. This wasn't the first time he'd heard that.
"She sure don't show it. She's as cold as ice around me," Scott said.
"Well, you did break up with her."
"And for good reason."
"If you say so."
"Don't let her push you around," Danny told Scott as he put his arm around Mary Alice.
"She's not. She's just telling me some weird shit."
After working up a sweat dancing with Mary Alice, Scott headed over to the punch bowl for something cold to drink. One of the chaperones poured him some punch, which he immediately spilled when he bumped whoever was behind him as he turned around to leave the table. Tama had been standing right behind him. Fortunately, he spilled more punch on the floor than he did on Tama, but she still got some on her blouse. The chaperone quickly grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess on the gym floor. Spilled drinks seem to come with the territory and she was prepared.
"Oh, shit, sorry, Tama," Scott said.
"Hang on, I'll pour you some more," the chaperone said. The students were not allowed to touch the punch bowl.
While Scott waited, Tama stood to his right and looked up at him. "You didn't hurt anything," she said. "Can you walk me home after the dance?" she asked out of the blue.
"Um...say what?"
"Can you walk me...?"
"Oh, I heard you. I was just surprised is all. I mean I thought you hated me."
"I thought you hated me, too. Maybe I don't want us to hate each other."
Scott didn't know what to think. He was without a doubt surprised at Tama's request. "Yeah, I'll walk you home...if you do a slow dance with me."
"Deal." Tama grabbed a punch and left to find her friends.
Scott bumped into Rodney as he left the table. "Wow, Tama is talking to you?" Rodney said.
"At least for now."
"Get her to dance with you. That will loosen her up."
"She already said she would."
"Oh, guess what? I found out where Sara ended up." Sara was the girl who had worked to sabotage the baseball team's Go to State Group. Rodney had been an inadvertent partner, giving her some inside scoop while fucking her. "Barry, of all people, told me."
"How does he know?"
"Sara's a Facebook friend." Scott learned that after getting caught having sex with Coach Gardner in his classroom, Sara had transferred to Kentburg until the end of the school year. Her parents then moved to Centralia and everybody lost track of her except for Barry Bosch. "I guess he's going to Centralia and bonking her pussy. She's working at one of the outlet stores." Sara had graduated the year before.
"He's doing it behind Cindy's back?" Scott asked
"So it would seem."
"Cool. What goes around, comes around it looks like."
Scott ended up having two slow dances with Tama. After the dance let out he couldn't help but feel good for the first time in over a month. Cindy Cameron was getting screwed over by Barry Bosch and Tama was actually talking politely to him for the first time since their breakup.
Scott and Tama ended up going to Bob's Burger Barn, which stayed open late on school dance nights. The extra business was too good to pass up. Tama offered to buy when she discovered Scott was low on funds. The two sat together in a booth, acknowledging their friends who came into the Barn, but making it very obvious that they wanted to sit alone.
"So, why did you decide to finally talk to me?" Scott asked Tama.
"I missed you. I wished we hadn't broken up."
"Why, you didn't have anybody to boss around any more? I guess Mary Alice won't put up with you being a bitch." Scott fully expected Tama to get up and leave after his own bitchy comment. But he was tired of being jerked around by girls. At least guys just jerked me off, he thought suddenly.
"I deserved that. I know I was a bitch."
"Ya think?"
"I know. Mary Alice kept telling me you'd be breaking up with me. She was right."
"This is what, true confession time?"
"I guess you could call it that." She put her hand on top of his. "If it makes any difference, I'm sorry. I was scared. I thought if I was the boss I'd be in control."
"You got that right. You were so in control everybody said you had a leash attached to me." Scott was letting all his pent up anger flow out; anger directed both at Tama and at himself. Then he thought about what Tama had just said. "What were you scared of?" he asked with surprising gentleness.
"Boys. Sex. You."
"Me?"
"You were the big stud athlete, even back in middle school. And all you thought about was sex. All you seemed to want to do was get me naked in bed. Danny and Hunter were the same way."
"And Mary Alice didn't want to get you naked in bed?"
"That was different, and I'm not saying that like I did before. We were best friends and we liked doing stuff together. We still do, in fact."
"I don't get it. You were afraid of me and afraid of sex, but you made me break up with Eric. You almost made me lose my best friend."
"I guess it was all about being a bitch. I was pretty confused--I wanted you all for myself. I didn't want to get way into sex. I think I almost wished you didn't break up with him so I wouldn't keep being pressured to get naked and get in bed and have sex and all the stuff you wanted."
"I kept thinking it was what you wanted," Scott said. He was a bit confused himself.
"I don't know what I wanted. I just know I wanted you, but I wanted you my way."
"So what do you want now? Why are we having this talk?"
"I want us to get back together. But without all the...the..."
"...without all of the sex stuff."
"And the bitchiness."
"This means you're a reformed bitch?"
Tama gave Scott the broad smile he liked in her but never saw enough of. "It means I'm working on it. I am in bitch rehab."
"Sounds good to me. How about if I go into sex fiend rehab? Will that help make things work?"
Tama smiled again and the two of them ate their burgers and fries and drank their thick, fresh milkshakes, a Burger Barn specialty. They talked about where they wanted to go with each other. They finally decided that they would start from scratch. When they started going out in middle school their relationship had been all about sex and all about who was going to be the boss, but they never dated each other and tried to get to know each other. They decided they would start dating, like a new couple.
"Does this mean I have to eat lunch with you every day at school?" Scott asked.
"It means you eat lunch with me when we want to eat lunch together, or we need to be together."
"Fair enough."
"And if you get horny, I don't mind if you and a friend do something: a guy friend that is. As long as you don't mind me and Mary Alice doing stuff, that is."
"I'm cool with you two."
"Did you and Eric go back to having sex after we, you know, broke up?"
"Nah, that was over for good after I pissed all over him." Scott couldn't help himself; he still wanted to put Tama on a guilt trip for what she did to him and Eric.
"I really messed that up, didn't I?"
"Me and Eric both knew breaking up was gonna happen at some time. He was gay and I wasn't. We just didn't know when or how or why we would break up. Maybe you did us a favor. But if you need to know, I messed around with a couple of other guys since then." He didn't tell her that those boys were Danny, Carl, Kevin, Kraig, and Korey.
"Mary Alice wasn't my only one, but the others were way back in fifth, sixth, and seventh grade."
They talked some more and held hands. Tama called her mother and told her where she was and that Scott was walking her home. They bussed their trays and started the walk to Tama's house, talking more about their new relationship. When they got to Tama's house they traded an almost chaste, yet very sincere kiss.
Scott walked home feeling really good about life for the first time in awhile. He also wondered if it was possible for somebody to become a rehabilitated bitch. Well, if Marty can become a reformed drunk, then maybe anything can happen, he thought as he walked into his house.
He greeted his mother as he entered the house and headed up to his bedroom. His sister, Lindy, was out of the house now, living with her boyfriend Eddy, who was a Kentburg guy. Oh well, no accounting for some people's taste, he thought.
Scott took a piss, washed, took care of his teeth, and climbed naked into his bed. He closed his eyes and conjured up thoughts of Tama, stripped down to her panties, his mouth eagerly sucking one of her bare breasts as he jerked himself off to a very satisfying cum.
Next: Junior Year-Relationships (2)