Times in my Life: Part Six

Part six in the continuing story of Nick, his friends, and of course, the women he meets and interacts with. Reading the earlier chapters in order is highly recommended as it contains a lot of story development, but not entirely necessary. These stories take place before cellular phones, caller ID, and of course, the Internet. The only porn back then was between the covers of glossy magazines packaged in sealed plastic bags that you had to be old enough to buy.

Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

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I walked to my bedroom and dumped my school bag on the floor next to my desk. I was excited at the prospect of seeing Sylvia Marks again; I thought her to be a very, very sexy girl.

There are women who are good looking, there are a few beautiful ones, and then there are drop-dead sexy girls. Most of the sexy women I have ever seen were pretty easy on the eyes. Even some ‘tom-boy’ types could look very sexy when they wanted to. Terri was an excellent example of the latter type. She had taken her old persona and had changed it from “kind of dumpy & frumpy” to “her clothes fit nice in all the right places”. A simple change of clothes was all it took for her to change how people looked and thought about her. I knew she was sexy after our first encounter on the first day of school.

Sylvia was the kind of girl who was sexy all the time. Her excellent taste in clothing only added to her sexiness. It is worth mentioning that her beautiful, soft white body was sexy even when most of her clothes were not currently being worn.

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I headed back to the kitchen to see what was for supper. It smelled like meatloaf and baked potatoes to me. I saw my sister sitting on her bed reading from a blue notebook. She seemed quite intent on whatever had been written on the pages she was reading. I knew better than to ask her about it, she’d only tell me it was none of my business. If I persisted, she’d get up and close the door in my face. I continued until I was in the kitchen.

“Supper smells good Mom”, I said.

“It’s meatloaf… your favorite kind of food. With baked potatoes and corn too”, she answered.

The salad bowls were beside the plates, and the salad dressing bottles were on the table. Bottles on the table meant that the main course was almost ready to come out of the oven.

Half an hour later the only things left on the table were empty bowls and plates with colored smears on them from where the food had been.

Ten minutes after that, I was knocking on the door to Roy’s house; having ridden my bicycle to his house and parked it against the garage door. The bike would shorten my travel times considerably this evening.

Roy’s mom answered the door, told me Roy and Bill were downstairs watching television and that I should go down and join him there. As I walked down the stairs and into the room, I could see that Bill was already there.

“Hi Nick”, Roy and Bill both said at once.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?”, I answered.

I sat on the couch and turned to see what was on the TV, but Roy suddenly got off his chair, walked over to the TV and turned it off.

Having returned to his chair he asked, “So… Nick talk around the school is that you’ve been a busy beaver with the girls at school. What’s the scoop there buddy?”

“What have you heard exactly?” I asked. I wasn’t going to volunteer any information, although I might answer a direct question or two.

Roy stated, “We have heard that you spent the first school night with Sylvia Marks, but we already knew that. We also heard that you’ve been seen talking to Terri and then the both of you disappeared suddenly for an unknown amount of time in an unknown place. Word is this has happened more than once or twice, depending on who you are hearing it from. And of course, pretty well everyone knows you banged Heather under the bridge last night — twice.”

Bill sadly commented that Heather had never shown any interest in him. Roy submitted that none of the women in town had shown any interest in him. Bill told Roy to go fuck himself. Roy just grinned.

I thought for a bit then answered with, “I already told you guys all I’m going to tell you about my time with Sylvia; she was helping me with English. She’s great at it and I suck at it.”

“I’m not going to even try to deny what everyone in town already seems to know about Heather and me last night. I’m pretty sure Heather called all her friends and told them exactly what happened under the bridge.”

“So, what about Terri then?” Bill asked. Roy echoed his question, “Yeah, so what about Terri eh?”

I thought hard about the times I had been with Terri and her change in attitude and dress from a crude-looking tom-boy to a sexy looking minx. I also thought about her warning to me what would happen to me if I told anyone anything about her and me and the times we have spent together. I didn’t want her to be mad at me at all. I genuinely enjoyed my time with her and her easy attitude about me having sex with more women than just her.

Sex with Terri was really, really good. Fucking Heather was also great, but fucking Heather could happen at any time in the future. She didn’t give a shit about who she fucked, who fucked her, and whoever else the guys who had fucked her were currently fucking as well. A flicker of doubt about Heather and the passionate kissing we had shared didn’t seem to fit her profile of energetically fucking anything with a dick. Maybe she kissed all the guys that way… I really didn’t know.

Roy and Bill were both looking at me, waiting for my answer to their shared question. I could see that they knew I was thinking carefully about my reply to their question.

“Terri and I are just smoking on the picnic table. We sit, we smoke, we chat, and then we go to whatever classes we have next. There’s no mystery, we just go our separate ways after we finish our smokes.”

“Really? You expect us to believe that? C’mon man, we’re not stupid” said Bill.

“Yeah… that sounds fake to me” continued Roy. Everything I’ve heard says that when Terri leaves the picnic table you wait a while and then head off in the same direction as her.”

I held up my hands and said, “Guys, that’s all I have to say about Terri. If you want to know more, you should ask her.”

Bill and Roy looked at each other in stunned disbelief before turning back to me.

“Ask her? Are you NUTS? She’d probably rip my fucking balls off! Terri doesn’t like guys asking her about her business… she gets really intense”, Bill shouted as quietly as he could.

Roy looked quizzically at me, no doubt trying to figure out what was going on in my head. He clearly didn’t believe what I’d said about Terri and I hadn’t given him much new news about Sylvia either. It seemed everyone knew about Heather, but that apparently was nothing new. The girl did like to fuck, there was no denying it.

Roy finally spoke, saying, “Okay Nick. I can see that you really aren’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell. I can respect that, if I were one of the girls you’ve been with, I’d probably not want you to talk about me either.”

I looked to Bill who said, “All right. I don’t like it, but all right. I won’t nag you about it anymore.”

I felt like a real scumbag when I told them I would be leaving earlier than I previously had.

“What?! Who are you seeing tonight man?” demanded Bill.

“I’m just getting some more tutoring in English from Sylvia. That’s all, no big deal” I answered, the lie probably clear on my face and in my voice. Bill and Roy exchanged looks before turning to me again.

“Okay man, if that’s the way it’s going to be, we won’t pry any more”, said Roy.

I thought to myself that the grape-vine would surely be ablaze with whatever happened that night while I was getting ‘tutored’ by Sylvia. I already knew that Sylvia and Terri had talked to each other.

Even though Terri had started wearing more flattering clothes, the underwear was clearly chosen by Sylvia as confirmed by Terri. I supposed that Sylvia must have the same attitude about me seeing other girls than just her, also confirmed by Terri; otherwise, I wouldn’t be seeing her again that night. It was nice to know for sure though. And I still didn’t know why two women from different social groups would be sharing information and underwear.

“That is the way it’s going to be guys. And I’d appreciate you not trying to pry any more information out of me on the subject.”

“’The subject’ he says” quipped Bill. “I like to get something out of a subject: preferably a subject with blue eyes, blonde hair, and big knockers who likes to spend her spare time under the bridge.”

Roy groaned and said, “Bill… you’d fuck the crack of dawn if you could figure out how to.”

Bill only smiled in return.

Turning the TV back on, we watched some unremarkable show before I announced I had to head back home again.

“I hope you have a good time with Sylvia; I’m sure that you’ll probably learn something new tonight”, quipped Roy.

Bill’s words were less kind, “You lucky fucker! I wish I could get laid!”

I smiled at them both then mounted the stairs and left the house, getting on my bicycle and peddling home.

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It was 8:40 pm when I got back to my house, parked my bike against the wall, and entered the house. I checked the kitchen clock against my wristwatch. They were both showing the same time.

“Nick, is that you?” asked my mom.

“Yes mom, it’s me” I replied.

She said nothing more as I stared at the kitchen clock and willed the minute hand to hurry up and move the final 4 minutes that remained before I could call Sylvia. I watched the red second hand as it traveled around the dial, in what seemed to be moving in slow motion before finally passing the top of the dial and pulling the minute hand along until it was pointing directly at the nine o’clock position… 8:45 pm at last!

I unfolded the paper I pulled out of my pocket and dialed the number written on it. One ring, two rings, three rings, then the pause before it would ring for the fourth time, then the sound of the phone being answered on the other end.

“Hello, this is Sylvia. Is that you Nick?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, it’s me, Sylvia. How are you?” A master of the art of telephone communication I was not. This seemed not to bother her though as she replied, “I’m fine, thank you for asking”.

She continued, “I’m babysitting again, would you like to come over for some more tutoring?”

I needed no time or thought to answer that question!

“Yes. Yes, I would like that. I would like that a lot!” I enthused.

“Okay then, you know where and how to get here. I’ll see you soon”, the line clicked, and she was gone.

I turned around to find my mother standing close enough to me to have heard the entire conversation I had just had with Sylvia.

“Another ‘tutoring’ session son?” she asked, her face showing that she, in fact, knew exactly what was going to happen and that learning English wasn’t on the schedule.

I just smiled a tiny bit and nodded my head up and down.

Mom looked at the clock and said, “Well, it’s Friday night, and no school tomorrow; you can stay out until one o’clock.