Johnny Pulaski Chapter 19

Posted: April 19, 2006 - 09:31:44 am

Saturday, I worked for my grandfather until noon. He had a little make

work for me, I think just so I could make a few bucks. Money wasn't a

big problem for me right now because I wasn't spending any of my own.

Mr. Cavanaugh had given me fifty bucks to take the twins to the mall and

I knew I'd get more for tonight's date with who ever won the coin toss.

I didn't protest taking the money from him because I really did consider

taking his daughters out as tutoring. I liked the hell out of Ellen and

Elaine and I was determined that when they started school that they'd be

able to fit in. As smart as they were I figured it wouldn't take many

sessions for them to get acclimated to teen high school life. As usually

happens in any of my dealings with women, their expectations were

totally opposite what I anticipated.

I stashed the money from Papa in a cigar box in my desk. I was saving

for my trip to Colorado for spring break. I gathered up my dirty clothes

and headed for the laundry room to start my regular chores. I was going

to have to hustle to get everything done in time for my pseudo-date with

the twin. I loaded up the washing machine and poured in the detergent

then started on the kitchen. I started the dishwasher and wiped down the

countertops and range before heading for the family room with the vacuum

cleaner, furniture polish and a handful of cleaning cloths. I was

polishing up the coffee table when my phone buzzed. I flipped it open

one handed and said hello.

"Hi Johnny, it's Rachael."

"Hi yourself, you sound all bubbly, what's going on?"

She told me she was caught up on everything at school and asked if I was

busy tomorrow after Mass. I told her I wasn't and asked if she wanted to

do something.

"Yes, I want to do something until I can't walk. I'm past the point of

being able to relieve the pressure myself. Can we meet at my house at one?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

Cleaning went faster and smoother as I thought about spending some

quality time with Rachael. I finished in plenty of time to shower and

change. At six-thirty sharp I was at the Cavanaughs' front door. As

usual Mr. Cavanaugh let me in. The Cavanaughs had a housekeeper and a

cook that worked strictly weekdays so I'd only seen them once or twice.

Mr. Cavanaugh greeted me warmly and led me to the parlor. Mrs. Cavanaugh

was sitting on the couch looking very spiffy; she and Mr. Cavanaugh were

going out as well.

I sat down and told them of my plans for the evening, a movie at the

cinemaplex, then socializing at the Steak and Shake. I said I'd have

their daughter home by whenever they specified. Donna told me to have

her home by eleven. Shelia was staying home with the other twin because

Al was working until ten. Al was coming over after work, so when I

returned we could all hang out for a while.

Elaine won the coin toss and came down stairs about five minutes after I

arrived. I was secretly pleased about that because Elaine was my

favorite. We just seemed closer than Ellen and I were. She was wearing a

flared denim skirt about two inches above her knees and a pink button up

shirt with a collar that stood up in the back. She was also wearing

chunky heels about an inch and a half tall. Her hair was loose down her

back and she had on a hint of makeup expertly applied. Her big blue eyes

were sparkling with excitement. Elaine looked a lot like her sister

Shelia in that outfit and makeup.

Unlike their sister, both twins had a spattering of freckles across

their upturned little noses. In addition, the twins were an inch or two

taller than Shelia and a little slimmer. All three girls had the

signature Buckley red hair, Shelia's hair was longer, though, and had

streaks of sun bleached blonde in it. Shelia was also more tanned than

the twins, her complexion not quite as fair. The twins stayed out of the

sun unprotected because they burned easily, and the sun broke them out

in the freckles they detested. I thought their freckles were cute as

hell, but they sure didn't. I stood up and told Elaine how nice she

looked; her father seconded my opinion.

The movie Elaine picked at the theatre was, of course, a chick flick.

Some lose the guy, find the guy, live happy ever after thing with Sandra

Bullock. Watching sweet innocent Sandra on the screen made me wonder if

she and that West Coast Chopper dude, Jesse James, ever did the wild

thing on one of his custom motorcycles. Elaine had an agenda for the

evening, I could tell that as soon as she picked a seat way in the back

row of the theater. The coming attractions were still playing when she

pulled my arm up and behind her and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"This is so romantic," she whispered.

"Yes it is, thanks to you," I replied.

She liked that and snuggled close as the movie started. I was relaxed

and comfortable as we sat there, happy that Elaine wasn't one of those

people who talked through the picture. We left the theater at nine and

headed to the Steak and Shake, I wasn't worried about being seen with

such a young girl because she looked much older and I figured not many

people knew who she was anyway. All the booths were filled so we found a

small table and sat opposite each other talking about the movie, school

and life in general. Elaine was taking in how the other teens in the

restaurant were acting and adjusted her behavior accordingly. She smiled

at me and became all flirty.

I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger and fries and Elaine had a BLT.

She stole French fries off my plate as we talked; I thought she was

adorable and told her so. She blushed at the compliment and held my hand

across the table. I had to keep reminding myself that the date was

practice for Elaine and nothing more. Some of my friends dropped by the

table and I introduced Elaine without giving her last name. Elaine told

people who asked that she went to a private school and was a sophomore.

Stan and Krista even sat down at the table with us. Elaine easily

adapted to the conversations Stan or Krista introduced. Krista was a

cute girl with a sparking personality and a sharp wit, so she and Elaine

had a field day at Stan and my expense. We hung out with Stan and Krista

while they ordered and ate. At ten-thirty I took Elaine home.

Al Jerdin's minivan pulled in right behind us. We waited for Al on the

porch. He shook my hand and gave Elaine an exuberant hug.

"Dude, I heard you had a date with Elle. How was the movie, think Sheba

would like it?"

Al had this thing about calling anyone by his or her correct name. His

nicks were mostly pretty appropriate and everyone seemed to like the

monikers he hung on them. Donna Cavanaugh was the exception; being

called Big Mama didn't sit that well with her. Elaine giggled and told

him the movie was great but it might have had something to do with the

company she had. Ellen and Elaine had a lot of fun tormenting Al. They

kept him in perpetual confusion about which of them he was dealing with

so he just used one name for both of them. Since Elle was French for

she, he had the bases covered.

Speaking of names, Nina told me Ellen and Elaine were both forms of the

name Helen, and meant 'light of the sun'. They were named after Helen

Turner, Jacob Turner's mother, and the matriarch of the Buckley Clan.

The more I learned about those Buckleys the more intrigued with them I

became. For some reason I had a tickle in the back of my mind that the

Buckleys were going to play a big part in my future. */(Big hint here

readers.)/*

Elaine let Al and I into the house. We went to the media room where

Ellen and Shelia were watching ice dancing on the plasma big screen.

Shelia jumped up when we came in and gave Al a big kiss and hug. I could

see that she really liked the guy. Ellen made a gagging noise as they

kissed. Ellen was wearing shorts and a t-shirt; her lack of a bra was

obvious as her prominent nipples tented the thin cotton. I think that

was the first time I ever saw the twins not dressed alike. Shelia also

gave me a hug, grabbed her jacket off the back of the couch and started

dragging Al towards the door.

"They're all yours - good luck," she yelled as they sailed out the front

door.

So much for the five of us hanging out together. As soon as the door

closed behind Shelia and Al, Ellen faked a big yawn and stood up.

"I think I'll go to bed," she said unnecessarily.

I chuckled as she dimmed the lights on her way out. I think I was being

set up. Elaine kicked off her shoes and curled up against me on the

plush wine colored leather couch. She stroked my cheeks with her

fingertips. We had been touching in some fashion all night long. It felt

so natural and right I never even noticed.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Johnny, but did I do okay as a date for

you?"

"You were wonderful, it was one of the best dates I ever had."

She gave a happy whoop and before I knew it, she was laying half across

my lap kissing me like crazy. I returned the kiss and some of the sexual

energy she was sending me. Our sexual connection was very strong that

night, probably because of all the intimacy we'd shared during the

evening. Remembering Nina's, admonishment about going too slowly, I

unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside.

Elaine moaned into my mouth, unwrapped her right arm from around my

neck, unfastened the rest of the buttons and unclipped her front closure

bra.

I guess she was also tired of me dragging my feet so she was taking

charge. Things sped up considerably after that. I was soon licking her

puffy Hershey Kiss nipples and dragging her panties off her slender

hips. She wiggled around and helped me all she could. She was hot, wet

and slick between her legs, I was surprised not to feel even the

remnants of a hymen.

"Please tell me you are on birth control," I gritted out as she wrapped

her slender long fingered hand around my shaft.

"/Nooo, /" she hissed, "don't you have anything?"

"I didn't even dream we'd be doing this, God, you've set me on fire," I

gasped.

By now she had my dick out of my pants and was studying it as if it was

an exhibition at the county fair. Kong was pulsating in her hand and she

was throbbing around the finger I had buried in her. I pulled her off my

lap and laid her on the couch, she spread her legs and held her arms up

to me. It took will power I didn't know existed to ignore her arms and

drop my head between her thighs. As soon as my tongue made contact with

her shockingly large clit she screamed and convulsed as if she'd been

electrocuted. I gently kissed the insides of her thighs until she calmed

down then went back at her with a vengeance. It took her a little longer

to climax the second time but it was just as intense.

After her third orgasm I couldn't stand it any longer and pulled myself

up until I was kneeling over her chest. She grabbed Kong and I showed

her how to move her hand. She jacked me a few strokes and I exploded on

her chest and breasts. She came again as thick ropes of cum striped her

skin.

Elaine jumped up and scurried naked into the bath adjoining the media

room. She returned with a hand towel and we cleaned each other up. It

was the hottest sexual experience of my life. I couldn't recall ever

being that close to totally out of control. The sexual connection

between us had been so strong the air still cracked with residual

energy. She lovingly cleaned up Kong and gave him a kiss on his now

deflated head. We found all the bits of Elaine's outfit scattered around

the couch and put them back on her. When she was dressed and I was all

zipped back up, she perched herself in my lap.

"So that was sex," she said dreamily. "Is it always that intense?"

"Sweetie I've never had a woman make me that out of control. I seriously

underestimated the strength of our connection. We were only a few inches

from taking a huge chance."

She nodded in agreement. "Our tingles were so strong I didn't care what

you did to me. If I had my way I'd be full of your little spermy-wormies

right now. I think I better get on the pill and I think you better buy a

case of condoms until I do. Cause next time we are together I going to

have you in me if I have to knock you out first."

We kissed at the door as I was leaving. As soon as our lips touched lust

rolled over us like a tidal wave. It was all we could do to tear

ourselves apart. When I climbed into the cab of my truck I was surprised

it was only eleven-forty. I tried to analyze what happened as I drove.

For the life of me I couldn't figure it out. One minute we were kissing

and fooling around, the next we were rutting like minks. I guess Nina

didn't have to worry about me making Elaine wait, that was for sure.

Just thinking about her had me hard again.

I saw the Cavanaughs at Mass the next morning in their usual spot, a

couple of pews in front of us. Even from behind I knew which of the

three redheads was Elaine. I was thinking how wonderful a person she was

when she turned around and smiled at me. I was startled when I felt a

wash of contentment settle over me. Could Elaine be sending it to me

without us even touching or was I just content being near her? I closed

my eyes and tried to project the same feeling back to her. I figured I

failed, and must have been mistaken, when she didn't acknowledge my actions.

After Mass I drove over to Rachael's house. After my episode with Elaine

the night before, I was seeing everything different today. One of those

things was Rachael and me. I had always had this romantic notion of

Rachael and me as soul mates. Last night put things in a different

perspective. I guess it was that chemistry thing Nina talked about. In

the school of love, with Rachael I had history; with Elaine I had

chemistry. Thinking about Elaine of course made me think about Ellen.

Would it be the same way with the other twin? Some how, I thought not.

Ellen and I connected but not as I did with Elaine or even Nina, for

that matter. I wondered why that was; after all they were as identical

as two people could be.

When I arrived at Rachael's she met me at the door wearing this teddy

the same color blue as her eyes. I swear no other woman in the world

could look any better than she did in that thing. After we shared a

steamy kiss just inside the door, she practically dragged me to the

bedroom. Rachael was the hottest and most vocal I'd ever seen her and I

was a machine as I sought to please her. For the first time Rachael let

me try different positions with her. To her surprise she liked all of

them. We made technically proficient love for over an hour and a half.

During that time she must have had twenty orgasms to my three. When she

was finally sated she rested a minute or two then looked at her watch.

"That was incredible Johnny and I'd love to stay here and cuddle with

you but I have a study group at five that I can't miss. I have just

enough time to shower and make the drive."

I said I understood and dressed. She walked me to the door and gave me a

kiss.

"Ciao, Johnny, I'll call you," she said.

Ciao Johnny? What the hell was that, if it wasn't the 'bums rush'? I

suddenly knew what a woman must feel like when a man just uses her for

sex and dumps her. That shit, I vowed, would never happen again. I don't

care how good her body was, or how hot she was getting in the sack. The

more I thought about it the more it pissed me off. Ciao, Johnny, my

aching ass.

Michelle called me at seven that night. She was all peppy and happy

sounding. She told me all about her two dates with Nick, the new guy.

She said the dates were terrific, Nick was terrific; as a matter of

fact, life in general was terrific. Nick was so romantic; Nick was so

charming; Nick was so... I tuned out about then, it just wasn't my day I

guess.

Michelle drove me to school the next morning still carrying on about

Nick. I got to meet Prince Charming in the parking lot. His name was

Nicholas Stavros and he was one handsome son of a gun. He was as tall as

I, but had a slim swimmer's build. His hair was black and curly and his

eyes were dark blue shaded towards violet. He seemed like a genuinely

nice guy too; he smiled a lot, which only showed off his perfectly

straight, pearly white teeth. Michelle departed with Nick without a

backwards glance at me. I swear I could almost see the cartoon stars in

her eyes.

That night Michelle called me and asked if I minded riding the bus to

school in the morning because Nick was coming by to pick her up. Her

voice sounded different somehow, sort of strained. I asked her what was

the matter. She hesitated a few seconds and then admitted that she and

Nick had sex that afternoon at her house after school. She sounded

apologetic about ditching me so quickly over him. I told her I

understood and hoped he made her happy. I could hear the blush in her

voice when she replied that he made her very happy. She then gave me

just the information I didn't need when she said he was real big 'down

there'. Jesus, it wasn't like Nick needed any other advantages.

Elaine called and salvaged my night a few minutes after I hung up with

Michelle. I couldn't quite grasp the serious attraction we obviously

both felt. Judging by our conversation, Elaine felt the same way.

"Johnny, I could feel you behind me in church yesterday, it made me feel

so good. And I talked to Aunt Nina about what happen Saturday night,"

she said.

I smiled at that; I was guessing I wouldn't be invited to dinner at

Nina's this week. I don't think Nina actually believed that the one of

the twins would be such a fast worker.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She was very surprised and asked me a lot of questions. I guess at

first she thought it was just our hormones getting out of control. Get

this, when I told her I thought it was way beyond hormones, she said

that the reaction was genetic with women in our family and was not

unexpected. What was out of character was that it was with you and not

our clan chief in Ireland, some distant cousin she called the O'Buckley.

She said Ellen's reaction is more typical, you know, inquisitive but

reserved. If anyone but Aunt Nina told me that stuff I'd think they were

loony."

"Wow, that does sound weird," I said.

"There's even more Johnny, supposedly we are going to Ireland this

summer and meet this guy. His name is Patrick Buckley, by the way. I

looked him up on the Net; he is one of about twenty people who head the

remnants of the old Irish clans. The clan chiefs are the only

titleholders allowed by the Irish Constitution. The first O'Buckley was

clan chief a thousand years before Christ."

"So where does that leave us, Sweetie? Are we going to have to stop

seeing each other?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Nina didn't even mention that. I think our only problem is going to be

the usual stuff about my age. But the same arguments about genetics

apply there as well. Women in my family mature early, that's just a fact

of life. Then again, the boy involved is you, Johnny, and everyone knows

how you are."

I didn't like the sound of that.

"Er, is that good or bad?" I asked.

She had the same laugh that Nina had. It was enchanting and you knew it

was real. "That's very good, silly boy. My dad considers you the son he

never had, Mom respects you and Aunt Nina loves you to death."

We hung up shortly after that. I finished my homework and hung out

watching television with Dad for a while then turned in at ten. Elaine

sure had given me a bunch to think about. The story of her family didn't

seem nearly as strange to me as it would have before I discovered the

ability that I had to connect with some people. And what about Michelle?

Dammed if that wasn't fast. I knew Michelle and I weren't destined to

spend our lives together but holy cow, she dropped me like a bad habit.

I rode the bus to school Monday morning. I tried like hell not to feel

sorry for myself, but it didn't work. We had baseball practice Monday

afternoon so Stan drove me home.

"Sorry about you and Michelle," he said.

I shrugged. "I hope this guy makes her happy. I think we both realized

that we were meant to be friends more than anything else."

Stan nodded. "I know she's always going to think of you as someone

special. You came through for her when she needed it."

We had ball games Tuesday and Thursday. Our team was actually doing

pretty well; we were four and two after three weeks. JJ Hernandez was a

big part of our success; we were three and zip in games he started.

Friday morning I received a note at homeroom to go see Coach Boyette.

Coach sat me down and told me he knew all about what had gone down with

Tony Rochelli. He had still kept my parking pass in spite of what he

knew because it was still wrong for me to have instigated the fight on

school property. He handed me a new pass and said remember how easy they

were to lose before he dismissed me. Damn I was glad to get that pass back.

Caroline and Amanda joined me for lunch that day. Amanda told me she had

seen Michelle and Nick together all chummy in the hallway. I told them

the story and both girls gave me sympathetic hugs. I hadn't been with

either of them since the day after Christmas; I guessed they were really

into each other right then. Amanda said her mother, Jane, was still

seeing Murray, and the two of them seemed to be getting along great. I

thought that was a very good thing.

That night I had another mall date with the twins. I made sure I treated

both girls exactly the same. We ate at the food court again and from the

mall we went up to Daytona to the new boardwalk complex. The temperature

was about fifty and the breeze off the ocean was stiff so the three of

us strolled along snuggled up. We stopped at Dunkin Donuts for hot

chocolate then I took them home. The twins thought it was pretty funny

that our early arrival interrupted Shelia and Al making out on the

couch. Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh were out for the evening again, this time

at some charity function. It was only ten so I stayed and hung out for a

while.

Al and Shelia seemed anxious to get back to whatever they were doing, so

I went upstairs with the twins to their playroom. We ended up playing

Monopoly, of all things. I left at eleven after nice kisses from both

girls. Elaine and I had to concentrate on keeping our ardor toned down.

That wasn't an easy task because our attraction was stronger than ever

as soon as our lips met. I wasn't going to get a date with Elaine that

weekend because the Cavanaughs were going to Tampa early in the morning

and coming back Sunday night. They were going to visit Mr. Cavanaugh's

sister and go boating out on the Gulf of Mexico. I got seriously double

smacked in the arm for suggesting I go along to keep cousin Ashley amused.

The next Wednesday night Nina invited me to dinner again. She apologized

for us missing last week. It turned out she had other matters to attend

to; it had nothing to do with Elaine and me. After we ate we went to the

living room and settled into our usual place on the couch. Nina was

wearing this brown corduroy dress that buttoned down the front from

collar to hem with big pink buttons. The top two buttons were undone and

so were a few at the bottom. She had on sandals and her legs were bare

except for the ankle bracelet I gave her.

"Do you wear that all the time or did you put it on just for me?" I

asked pointing to the bracelet.

She stuck her leg out and grinned. "I wear it all the time, I think it's

sexy. I get a lot of comments on it, especially if I'm wearing heels. Of

course, I can't tell anyone that my cruel sheik makes me wear it to mark

me as his property."

She gave me the opening I'd waited for all evening. "You know, Nina,

Elaine raised the stakes of our little game quite a bit. I'm afraid we

went a little crazy."

"She told me; we had a long talk about it. Her attraction to you is

extraordinary. It is also extraordinary that everyone feels you two are

meant for each other. When she asked my sister about going on the pill,

Donna didn't bat an eyelash and agreed immediately. I think our biggest

concern about the whole thing is the affect it will have on her

relationship with Ellen. They have been inseparable since birth; now all

of a sudden, here you are in the mix."

That was something I had not even considered. I admitted as much to Nina

and asked for her advice. She told me before Elaine and I went any

further I needed to talk about it with both Elaine and Ellen together.

That sounded like excellent advice. With that settled, I turned to her

with a big Snidely Whiplash leer.

"I believe we have some catching up to do," I said, trying to sound

menacing.

She tried to look frightened as I took her in my arms but she was no

better an actor than I was. We were soon kissing passionately and I

wasted no time in starting to unbutton her dress. I was expecting her to

protest but she just kept kissing. I had her dress unbuttoned to the

waist and her bra unfastened before we broke that first kiss. As

passionately as she was responding I could still sense she was holding

herself back. Suddenly for me this wasn't a game any more. It was me and

a woman I was strongly attracted to. I tweaked her nipple, put my lips

next to her ear and sent her a big dose of how I really felt about her.

"Let yourself go Nina, this is just about us. I want to make love to you."

"Oh God," she moaned. I could feel it as she let herself loose; it was

as if a dam burst, her feelings washed over me in a huge surge. "Not

here," she panted, "bedroom."

I picked her up and she guided me up the stairs to her spacious master

suite. I deposited her on her big canopied mahogany bed then shucked my

clothes as if they were on fire. Nina finished undressing herself and

almost exactly as Elaine had, she held her arms out to me. I kissed her

gently then kissed my way down her body. Mother nature had sure been

kind to Nina; she had a body a thirty year old would be proud of. Her

skin was soft and smooth across muscles that still had their definition.

The only hint of her age was the slightest of laugh lines around her eyes.

Nina's bush was the same flame red as Elaine's although Nina had more of

it. She also had a large prominent clit peeking between her lips. She

didn't explode as soon as I touched her as Elaine had but it didn't take

her long to climax. Nina produced prodigious amounts of juice that

tasted as sweet as cotton candy. Best of all for me, she wasn't too

sensitive after she came for me to continue; she soared from one orgasm

to the next with hardy a pause. After her third I was as needy as a

televangelist. I moved up and positioned myself over her. She opened her

eyes when I moved; they were glazed with lust.

"I have a rubber in my wallet," I offered.

"We don't need it, just go slow My Love, I haven't been with a man in a

long time."

I nodded and moved my hips to line myself up. I didn't need to worry

about wetting Kong's head as he was dribbling precum all over both of

us. Nina was the tightest place Kong ever visited that wasn't attached

to my forearm. I worked my way in with short sawing strokes; Nina wasn't

helping because she kept cumming and clinching up. I let out a loud moan

when I finally felt our groins meet. I thought about anything I could to

keep me from coming and it worked for about five minutes. When I did

come, it was so hard I almost passed out. Nina was most happy that Kong

only wilted a little before coming back to full hardness. We only

stopped after my next orgasm to keep from making Nina sore.

"That was fantastic beyond description," she said when she caught her

breath.

I had to agree. I was lying on my back and Nina was snuggled against my

side, her arm across me, and her head on my chest. I was a contented

boy. Then I thought of something she had said earlier.

"What did you mean when you said I was your first man in a long time?"

"I mean I haven't had sex with a man in over ten years. Believe it or

not, I never had the urge strong enough until you."

"You went without sex for over ten years?" I asked incredulously.

She gave me that laugh I so loved. "No silly, I went without sex with a

man for over ten years. I'm bisexual, Johnny, it's genetic in our

family, just like our red hair."

Oh," I said stupidly. Then it hit me, "You mean Elaine is Bi also?"

"Who do you think taught her how to kiss like she does?" she giggled.

Thinking back on it, Elaine had kissed me the night of our date as if

she had a PhD in lipology. I was just so caught up in the moment that

I'd failed to properly notice it. I went home at nine-thirty, I felt so

good, I could have pushed my truck to my house.

The next month passed in a blur, I was busy at school and playing ball.

I took the twins out twice more and had a date with Ellen by herself.

There was a spark between Ellen and me, but as I expected, we didn't

spontaneously combust as Elaine and I had. Elaine and I kept ourselves

under control because of what Nina had said. Elaine had the same

reservations about it that everyone else had. Gordian's Knot bound the

sisters together. I was unwilling to play Alexander the Great and sever

the tie.

I took Nina out also. We went to dinner and the movies a few times. We

also went surfing with Al and Shelia. Al was a great surfer; he was good

enough to almost certainly do it competitively. He was also a good

teacher; he probably tripled my modest skills in just one day. Tell you

what; if Elaine was going to grow up to be like Nina, she was definitely

the girl for me. Nina made everything fun and exciting. She blew me in

the dark back row of the theater once. Another time she let me play with

her under the table while we sat in a booth at Pizza Hut. We carried on

a normal conversation of sorts as I brought her off. We also made each

other laugh, something that Dee-Dee taught me was very important in a

relationship.

Sadie Hawkins day came around again. I had been asked to the dance one

day at lunch, the invitation took me by surprise. I was sitting at a

table with the usual suspects when Cindi Frazier piped up.

"So Junior," (I never did figure out how she ended up calling me Junior)

"if you haven't been asked to the big dance I'd like to take you."

I accepted of course, Cindi was my budette, so I didn't doubt for a

minute that it would be a lively and entertaining evening. The reality

of the evening exceeded my expectations by a mile. I didn't know what to

expect while I was waiting for her to pick me up, I mean how many Asian

Goth Rednecks are there? Yes, Cindi is Asian; the Fraziers went to

Vietnam and adopted her as an infant.

Cindi picked me up at six-thirty. I was surprised that she had forgone

most of her Goth regalia. Instead, she wore a gingham granny dress and

her tall, red, fourteen lace Doc Marten boots. Her hair was in long

pigtails; she didn't even have a hint of any color besides black in

those long silky tresses. Her white make up was gone but her cheeks were

rouged to a pink glow. She was cute as hell. The dance was way more fun

than last year, all because of Cindi. She was so damned witty she kept

me in stitches. Plus, the girl could dance.

We were headed to the parking lot after the dance, still laughing. She

started her car and headed out. I suggested we go to the Steak and Shake

for a bite but she had other ideas.

"Can we go somewhere so we can talk?"

It was fine by me. I suggested she drive us down to the beach. She

parked in the first row of the public parking lot so we could watch the

ocean.

"Is it still Sadie Hawkins Day?" she asked.

"Till midnight," I replied.

"Then I want you to kiss me, this may be the only chance I ever get."

I looked at her sharply, what she just said grated on me.

"I've changed my mind. Sadie Hawkins Day */is/* over," I said. She

looked at me stunned; just before she said something I held up my hand.

"Sadie Hawkins Day is over. Now I have a question; may I kiss you Cindi

Frazier?"

Her frown of a few seconds earlier was replaced with this little Madonna

half smile. I leaned towards her and laid a Pulaski special on her that

included a big dose of arousal. Cindi and I didn't have that special

connection but I had a feeling my empathy would work on her to some

degree anyway. The kiss started awkwardly, I was a little surprised at

Cindi's lack of technique. With a little coaxing she relaxed and

followed my lead. When we came up for air Cindi sat back in her seat

breathing hard.

"Jesus, so that's what Amanda was talking about. I felt that kiss all

over. Thank you."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, I've wanted to do that for

months. I hope I get more than just the one," I said.

See looked at me with another of those little half smiles. "You mean you

want to kiss me again? I thought you were doing that just to make the

poor little strange girl feel good."

I held her hand and sent her waves of sincerity. "That was no charity

kiss, I did it to make us both feel good."

She sat there staring at me for a few seconds, deep in thought. Finally

she spoke again. "I can feel in my heart that you aren't bull shitting

me. But I can't figure out why you feel that way. I don't have anything

to offer someone like you. I'm just a plain looking weird chick with an

attitude."

"You aren't that to me. I think you are smart, cute and sexy, especially

when you aren't hiding behind that Goth façade. So do I get another one

of those sweet kisses or not?"

"You must be even weirder than me, Johnny Pulaski, but I'm willing if

you mean it."

I showed her I meant it. We ended up making out hot and heavy, I went

slowly with Cindi, but upped the stakes by cupping her small breast

through her dress. She didn't protest, instead she just kissed me

harder. I continued to gently squeeze her breast when we broke the kiss.

"Not much to work with after Amanda," she commented.

"I'm not with Amanda, I here with you and you feel very nice. Stop

putting yourself down and kiss me again."

We made out a little longer, I think Cindi wanted to go further as much

as I did; but her outfit was keeping her as safe as a suit of armor. I

mentioned that to her and made her laugh.

"I wasn't prepared for all this," she admitted.

"Well think about it for our next date, okay."

Next date, what next date?"

"Sure, next date, I was hoping you would go out with me again. Something

more conventional next time, dinner and a movie maybe."

"I'd like that a lot," she replied.

We made arrangements but with our conflicting schedules we had to settle

on the weekend after Spring Break.

I also had a couple of outings with Emma Thorpe and her mom, Kayla. I

tried to see Emma at least once a week and was Kayla's backup

babysitter. I took Kayla and Emma to Marineland and another time we went

to St Augustine. Kayla and I acted for all the world like a married

couple when we were somewhere with Emma. I liked that, and so did Emma.

Since Emma was crazy about me, and I had kept my word about hitting on

her, Kayla was mostly convinced that my intentions were honorable, so

she loosened up around me. There are some advantages to being a nice

guy; Emma and Kayla were two of them.

Spring break started on Friday, April the first. I was flying to

Colorado on Saturday the second, early in the morning. I was returning

Sunday the tenth. I could hardly wait to see Katrina, although I was

nervous about the trip. Imagine, I was sixteen years old and had never

flown in an airplane, or even been out of the state of Florida for that

matter.

I expected to see a different side of Katrina this time since the

situation with Cadet Borkowski had been resolved. Uh-oh, I forgot to

tell you about that didn't I? Well here's what Katrina related to me

about two weeks ago.

I was sitting in my room surfing the net when she called me. It was

Tuesday night, not one of our usual nights to talk. I would have thought

something was wrong except for how cheerful she sounded.

"Johnny, the strangest thing happened this evening; Borkowski actually

came up to me and congratulated me on how I played during our volleyball

game. Since yesterday, he has been treating me like any other plebe."

"Did anything happen yesterday that might have changed his attitude?" I

asked.

"Well, we did rotate through a Special Forces demonstration as part of

joint service indoctrination. Yeah, that could be it, because Borkowski

ended up being a training aid. We marched over to a field out behind the

sports complex and sat in a semi circle about fifty feet from this

lieutenant colonel standing on a small platform. I remember we were all

looking at one another kind of disappointed because we expected to see

of the cool stuff you see those Green Berets doing on television.

"Anyway, he introduced himself as Colonel Lupchek and started telling us

the role Special Forces plays in the total military force. Then he held

up what looked like a unit roster and said 'ah, a fellow Poleski', and

called Borkowski's name. Borkowski jumped up and sounded off. The

colonel called Borkowski forward about ten paces in front of the podium

then had him turn around to face us. I swear to God, as soon as

Borkowski was facing towards us, this apparition rose up out of the

ground behind him, grabbed Borkowski by the hair, and held this huge

Bowie knife to his throat.

"Then all at once about a dozen more men stood up wearing these mesh

suits with bits and pieces of sticks, rocks, sage grass and even yucca

plants attached to them. It was as impressive as hell! I still kept an

eye on Borkowski as the guy holding him seemed to be whispering in his

ear. Borkowski is bigger than you, Johnny, but the guy holding him was

even bigger. He was scary looking too, as all you could see through the

thick camouflage face paint and netting was the white of his eyes.

"Borkowski's eyes were as big as saucers when the man released him. Then

Colonel Lupchek went back into his spiel; he identified the team as some

detachment two-two-two, as the men fell into a line formation in front

of us. Each member of the team identified himself, told us what

languages he spoke, and what his specialty was. The guy who had grabbed

Borkowski was also Polish; his name was Staff Sergeant Zalenski."

"I see Papa's fingerprints all over that. I told him about you problem

over a month ago. Wonder what Zalenski said?" I said.

Papa told me later that according to his friend who set the whole thing

up, Zalenski told Cadet Borkowski that it would be just as easy to visit

his room in the middle of the night if Borkowski didn't start treating

Cadet Pulaski as he did everyone else. Turns out Papa had an old and

very good friend that worked in public affairs at Fort Carson. When

Papa's friend put together the demonstration team he had a talk with

Colonel Lupchek. Since Papa's friend was a Medal of Honor recipient, the

Colonel had been only too glad to help.

/Edited by Bert/
Joe J
Chapter 20