L&#39;anziano Joan and Tommy 
 
 
   
 
				Joan and Tommy 
									L’anziano 
They had met in their last year of high school when Tommy transferred from where he had been living in Georgia. They didn’t date then, but they knew each other just from being seniors and graduating together. They had both decided to go to City College; it was supposed to be a good school and it was inexpensive since they could live at home [or on campus if they could afford it].  They saw each other on campus all through freshman year but never got together until they were sophomores and had English Lit class together.  
Joan was shy and had dated in high school but not much or seriously. Tommy had moved around so much he had never really had a chance to have a girl friend. Before Waukegan High, he had attended six high schools, scattered all across the country. 
They had begun dating about four weeks ago after meeting in class. Not going steady, but neither of them was interested in anyone else.  
She was a straight A student. As a freshman, she had found herself getting really good grades and decided to try to keep it up. Now, almost halfway through her sophomore year, she was still doing well and it had gotten easier. Her daddy was so proud of her - she heard her telling her uncle about her and it made her blush. 
Her mom was not quite as enthusiastic about it.  She was pleased and proud, but didn’t feel that the grades were the only thing of value in college. She wanted her daughter to get into some clubs and maybe a sorority. And she didn’t trust the boy that her younger child had started dating. He was polite, but a bit aloof when he came to pick Joanie up for dates or meetings at church, and there was something.... 
He had moved to Waukegan from several years in the South - he had an accent, but it was mixed with the harsh sounds of his New York childhood, making him sound more like New Orleans, than anywhere else. He had tried to lose the accent until Joanie told him she liked it. She told him she liked everything about him except his smoking. He tried to quit, but only made it for two days. He never smoked when he was with Joanie, but on the way home he lit up immediately after he kissed her goodnight. 
They went to football games together and to the Episcopal Church young adult meetings on Sunday night. He wasn’t sure about Joanie, but he went so he could neck with Joanie after it was over. She went to the Methodist Church and he was pretty sure she was going with him on Sunday night for the same reasons he went with her. 
They had one class together - English Lit, which gave them a chance to write notes to each other. He would go to the class library, which was attached to the back of the room, and leave a note in ‘Jane Eyre’. She would go and get it and then answer it. When he had work to do she would go first and leave a note.  
They were not love letters. For the most part, they lacked the sophistication, which would enable sweet-nothings in print. They were more on the level of, “ I like your sweater,” from her, or “What are you going to do after class?“ from him. He was on the swim team and was in the pool afternoons. Joanie normally went home after an hour in the coffee shop with her friends. She did her studying and then waited for him to call. 
Their intimacy had gained some momentum after an initial period of wondering; her; ‘I wonder if he’ll try to kiss me’, and him; ‘I want to kiss her, but I don’t know if I should or not.’ 
One Saturday night in late fall, they were walking home to her house after an evening of studying in the library, and a car with one headlight went by. Joanie said something about ‘Popeye’ and he had never heard of it.  
She explained that a ‘Popeye’ was a one head - light car and you were supposed to kiss when you saw one. 
He looked at her and she looked back, and standing there on the sidewalk, they kissed. It was awkward and a little unbalanced. He was standing on his own left foot, but it was a kiss and their first one. It was far from the last.  
They continued on and were silent for a while.  
He said, “I wish another ‘Popeye’ would go by, and she said, “Me too.”  
They kissed again, this time with a bit more finesse. She allowed her chest to press against him, but kept her middle well away. It was the way things were done in the 50’s and she was  
doing what she knew she should.  
He didn’t notice anything beyond the feel of her soft breasts against him. He became instantly hard, and was kissing her, but worrying about how to hide it when the kiss ended. She initiated the end of the kiss by slowly pulling her mouth from under his and leaning her face against his chest. He held her a moment and pretended to drop something. As he bent to pick ‘it’ up, he adjusted the swelling in his pants, hoping it wouldn’t show. 
Joanie more or less expected him to be all-hard and wished she could tell if he was. Boys always get hard when you kiss them, was what the girls all said, and Joanie had no frame of reference to know otherwise. They walked on another block and he looked at her again, and said “Popeye,” and she giggled and they kissed again.  
It was her fault that the kiss became more intense. She had to swallow in the middle of it. When she did, she inadvertently opened her mouth slightly and he mistook it for an invitation. His tongue slid across her lips and in between them. It just hit teeth, but the electric thrill of his tongue on/in her mouth wasn’t something she was expecting. She had French kissed before and it wasn’t a shock to her. She didn’t open up to him, but she sort of wanted to. He held her a minute and leaned forward to kiss her again. When his tongue came at her this time, she allowed hers to touch his. Her body responded and she felt her self becoming aroused. 
She was no stranger to her body and the pleasures it offered. She was fully aware of what she was feeling and it scared her. She had never felt her self do this sort of thing with a boy. It was what she did in bed, under the covers with the lights out. She again broke the kiss and they walked on.  
It was their habit to sit in the living room for a half hour when he brought her home. There was always a light on and her parents were always in bed. Her mom would let her know when it was time to send him home. She would call down stairs, “Bed time Joanie. Say ‘good night’ now.” 
He would kiss her at the door and leave. 
This night was no different. She got him his jacket and they walked to the door as he put it on. He turned to kiss her and his hand, as he turned to her, bumped her breast. 
She was startled. He was horrified. He had never expected to touch her and it upset him. He had thought about it, dreamed about it , but never thought he would do it. Good girls didn’t allow it and he knew that. He was afraid she would be really angry. 
He said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to uh, feel, uh I mean I, um... 
She said, “It’s okay. It was an accident.” 
They kissed again, sort of coolly, and he said as he eased the door shut, “It felt so soft and nice,” and the door closed.  
Joanie turned off the light and went up stairs to her room. She said, “G’night, mom,” as she closed her door. She heard her mother’s murmured, “ Night, dear” 
She took off her skirt and blouse and hung them in then closet. Her slip was next and it too went into the closet. She stood in front of her mirror looking at herself. She took off her panties and kicked them into the corner. She could smell herself on them and it annoyed her that she had gotten so worked up by a simple kiss. She took off her bra and stood, examining herself. Her breasts were firm and tipped with full pinkish nipples. She wished they wouldn’t get so pointy some times, but she was glad to not be flat and needing pads in her bra. She had worn a bra in eighth grade, which she stuffed after she left the house, but had not needed padding since. 
She felt her breast where he had bumped it. It still tingled from the contact, and she wondered what it would be like to have him touching her as she was now doing to herself. She turned abruptly and grabbed her pajama top and slipped into it and buttoned it up. She had wanted a ‘baby doll’ pajama set for her birthday, but hadn’t had the nerve to ask for it. She pulled on clean panties and crawled into bed. She turned off the light and snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes. “I sure do like him” she thought. I hope he likes me.” She fell asleep thinking of  “...soft and nice.” 
He was standing across the street watching her window. It was covered with a shade and probably drapes since the amount of light coming through was barely visible. He imagined her undressing and getting ready for bed. When her light went out. He walked off toward home. He had a mile and bit to go, but he didn’t mind. It was worth it to have kissed her and gotten a little tongue. He hoped it wasn’t an accident on her part. He wanted more of that kind of kissing. 
He tried to figure out if he liked her or the kissing and the potential for more. He had little experience with other girls. He had been a loner for much of the year and only now was finding friends with whom he could communicate and relax. The swim team helped and the guys were all pretty neat, except for Ron who was the star sprinter and was big headed about it. 
The night was chilly and after a while he got cold. He wished he could have Joanie to snuggle with and kiss and that got him thinking about slapping her tit. It still embarrassed him. He was afraid he had hurt her [were girl tits as sensitive as boys nuts?]. 
He also wanted to touch it a whole lot more. He had never expected to touch one since he didn’t like the slutty types who hung around Hazel’s and other tough places. He knew that good girls didn’t do stuff like that and he didn’t know how to apologize to her. 
He was cold and began to trot along, trying to get warm. He was about five blocks from home and he ran most of the way. It was almost one AM when he got there and he let himself in the back door and went to his room. He was in bed and asleep in just minutes. 
Sunday night, he went to Youth Group with two other guys from the neighborhood. One of them, Don, was dating a girl from the church and the other just went along to be going out. Only one of them had a car so they rode together. They were early and helped set up the ping pong table and the chairs around the table in the conference room. Some other kids were there by then and he hung around waiting for Joanie to arrive. He was kidding with Don and his girl friend when Joanie got there and she came up behind him and putt her hands over his eyes and said, “Guess who.” 
He grabbed her wrists and held her as he turned and grinned at her. “You smell nice. What kind of perfume are you wearing?” 
Joanie blushed and said, “Chanel number five. I sneaked it from my mom. When she wears it I can get away with it because she cant tell if it’s me or her smelling like it.” 
“I like it, He said. I’ll get you some for your birthday.” 
Joanie giggled. “You better start saving for it. It costs about ten dollars an ounce.  But, you have time. My birthday was in January so you have eight months to get there.” 
He thought it ought to smell good at that kind of price. He knew the price of gasoline had just jumped to about twenty-three cents a gallon had how upset his dad was about that.  
“I guess everything is going up,” Don’s girl friend said. I heard that the movies were going to go up to fifty cents.”  
Don said he didn’t think they would. No one would go to the show if it cost that much. 
The four of them wandered into the conference room and sat down. The meeting was about to start and Father Jack hated to be interrupted when he was presenting his ideas for the evening’s discussion. There was always some thing to have to think about at these Sunday evening sessions, and he made it interesting. 
After the meeting they all got cokes or iced tea and went and danced or played cards. At nine thirty they left to go home. Joanie asked if he was going to go home with her and he said, “If you want me to. I didn’t know if you would or not.” 
She looked surprised and said, “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” 
He was now embarrassed and trying to figure out what to say. 
“Well after I hit you last night I wasn’t sure how you would feel about me taking you home again.”   
She blushed and said, “It didn’t hurt.” 
“Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you.” 
“I know,” she said, “It’s alright.”   
They stood waiting for the bus. The wind was cold and they stood in a sheltered storefront while they waited. Joanie shivered and said she was freezing and he put his arms around her and said, “Snuggle and I’ll rub your back for you.”  
She leaned against him and he held her and rubbed her back. Wearing a heavy coat, she could barely feel his hands on her, but she liked it. She wondered what he would do if she turned around and let him rub her front. It made her giggle and he asked her, “what?” 
She said, “Nothing really, it just tickled a little I guess.” 
The bus arrived with its characteristic diesel stink and they climbed on. He put the twenty cents in and commented that it was likely to go up to fifteen cents a person like everything else was going up.  
Joanie said, “We would have to walk all the way then. And we wouldn’t get home till about midnight.” 
“My dad would kill me,” he said. “I wont get home till late anyway when I walk. It takes about an hour. And he gets upset when I wake him up coming in late.” 
They got to Joanie’s stop and got off and started the three-block walk to her house. They stopped where they had the night before and kissed each other. He held her for a while after the kiss, enjoying the feel of a girl in his arms. They walked home in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts. He, thinking about her breast and  she, thinking about him touching it. 
When they got home, the lights were on and she said, “Well, my folks are still up. We don’t get to cuddle in there tonight.” 
He was disappointed as was she. She was quiet for several moments and said, “Come on.” 
She led him around back to the garage. She opened the side door and went in. She led him over to a corner where summer furniture was stored.  “It’s all too dusty to sit down, but at least we’re out of the wind.” 
She turned toward him, and they kissed again. After several minutes she pulled away saying, “I’m warmer now are you?” and she unbuttoned her coat and stepped back close to him. 
He kissed her again and held her under the coat. She was warm and he held her, with his hands on her sides. He could feel her bra and to him it was very sexy knowing her under 
wear was under his fingers. She had her arms around his neck and she pulled herself closer to him and pressed her mouth harder against his. She wanted him to do something: touch her with his tongue or feel her or anything.  
He was scared of doing anything and just kissed. He wanted to slide his hand onto her tit, but lacked the courage. He finally let his tongue graze her lips and was amazed by the sudden opening of her mouth and her sucking his tongue deep into her warm minty tasting mouth. He had never had a deep French kiss and it predictably, made him hard. 
She was close enough to feel him rise against her and she wasn’t sure what it meant, but liked it. She wanted to feel it and touch it, but would have died before trying. She thought it meant he liked her, she just knew it did. 
They kissed for several minutes exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. She finally pulled back. She looked up at him and said, “I have to go in.” 
He nodded and said okay, but he would have stayed in the icy cold garage all night if he could have kept kissing her.  
They went around to the front of her house where it was dark except for the one living room light.  
“Come in and get warm before you have to walk home,” she told him. “I’ll run up and tell mom what’s going on.” 
He took off his jacket and sat on the couch. They had a TV set and he wished he could watch it. His folks hadn’t bought one yet. They were waiting for the picture to get better before they invested two or three hundred dollars on such a luxury. 
Joanie went up and knocked on the bedroom door. Her mom said, “What is it, dear?” and Joanie told her they were gonna let him get warm before he had to walk home. “All right Joanie,” mom said. “Thirty minutes.” 
Joanie went to her bathroom and peed and took her panties off. They were wet and she hadn’t leaked in them. She couldn’t go in her room without her mom wondering what she was doing so she went back down stairs, feeling very naked as she went. She had not gone down stairs without panties on since she was four. 
He stood up when she came in and they sat on the couch.  
Joanie said, “If we sit close together, you’ll warm up faster.” 
He slid over next to her and they kissed again. He immediately gave her his tongue. They shared each other’s mouths for a few minutes and he began thinking about her soft breast again. His hand was about an inch below it and slightly to the side. If he raised his hand it would go up the side of her breast and he would be able to feel it.  
Joanie was fully aware of the location of his hand; She was almost praying that he would feel her boob. Her nipple was rock hard and jutting out of her like a pencil eraser. She shuddered and pulled him against her a bit and moved slightly toward his hand with her torso. The bottom of her left breast was touching the top of his hand and he couldn’t do it. He wanted to but he couldn’t. It was simply beyond his ability to feel her tit. He stopped kissing her and said, “I guess I better go. I got a long walk.” 
Joanie was shaken. She had done everything but take her top off trying to get him to touch her. She wondered if he was not interested or what. 
She said. “Well, okay. Are you warm enough?” 
He nodded and pulled his coat on again. He buttoned it and stood looking at her.  
“You  are so pretty, Joanie.”  
He stepped back toward her and kissed her again she put her hands up on his shoulders. H hand moved onto her breast and squeezed it. She gasped and pulled him against her and kissed him hard. His hand continued to explore her breast and its’ taut erect nipple. 
He stopped kissing her but kept his hand on her tit. “You feel really pretty too.” He said. 
He turned and left quickly and she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stood watching him as he disappeared into the dark. Shivering, she closed the door and went to her room. She undressed and found her legs to be soaked. Her body had leaked a lot, and she smelled like her insides. She went and washed and cleaned herself. She brushed her teeth and rinsed out the panties she had taken off earlier. She got her pajama top and clean panties and put the top on. She looked at the panties and laid them on her bedside table and slid into bed. Her light went out and her hand slithered down onto her naked body. 
Fourteen minutes later, she sighed deeply and pulled her panties on. Her hands smelled again but she didn’t mind. She snuggled into her bed and closed her eyes. Her breast continued to tingle where he had held it. 
He got home at almost midnight again. He was going to regret it tomorrow, trying to stay awake in class with two missing hours of sleep. He undressed and hung his slacks up and tossed his shirt into the laundry. He wore only jockey shorts for sleep and he slid into his bed and lay on his back thinking about her. 
‘Do I like her?’  ‘Do I like doing all this stuff with her that I would probably like with any girl? ‘How can I tell?’ He was confused about his feelings, and it took a while for him to fall asleep.  
When he awoke, it was after nine and he was already an hour late for school. Mom left for work early and so did dad. They expected him to be mature enough to take care of his responsibilities. He showered and dressed and got his stuff together and ran for the ten am bus.  
He missed math and social science and would have made English except the Dean of Men saw him and wanted to talk about the swim team. It was after eleven before he got out of there and he went to art class late He sulked a while until Miss Lightener told him to quit being so sullen and to get to work. She was a great teacher and he really liked her. Good teaching aside, he especially liked her scoop neck blouses that showed allot of boob when she bent over. Lots of guys signed up for her Intro to drawing class. She made him stay after class and warned him about wasting time. We have too much to cover for you to get moody on me here. And you have some natural ability that I don’t want to see you waste.” 
The rest of the day was routine and he rushed down to swim practice and had to swim twenty laps for being late, while the rest of the guys did flip turn practice. 
He got down town in time to catch a ride home with his dad and they talked baseball all the way home. After dinner he waited till almost nine to call Joanie. He was late, but was still trying to figure himself out. He knew Joanie liked him. It was flattering since she was cute and popular. His problem was that he felt if he didn’t like her as the person she was, then he was being unfair to her doing all the kissing and stuff. He was really having a major internal conflict.  
“Hey, Joanie,” he said when she answered. 
“Where were you all day today?” she asked. “I looked looked for you, and Ann Frederickson said you late to art class.” 
“I got up late.” he said, and recited the day’s debacle. “I never even got to go to my locker till lunch time and I didn’t have my German book and old Kraut made me translate out of his book and all my notes were in the margin of my book in my locker. And you know how he rates the daily translations. I probably blew whatever grade I had in there. And, even Lightener jumped on me this morning and she never yells at anybody. 
Joanie was quiet for a minute and then said, “Did you get home all right last night? I was worried about that long walk in the cold.” 
“It was okay. I run for a couple of blocks and then I walk fast and then run again. It  takes about forty-five minutes no matter what I do. But, waiting for the bus and then waiting to transfer can take an hour and a half so at least it’s quicker.” 
Another silence. Joanie said, “I had fun last night.” 
He said, “Me too. That was great discussion session and after it was fun too, dancing and stuff.” 
Joanie was quiet again and said, “I meant after church.” 
“Well yeah. Especially after. How many times did we stop to um, cuddle?” 
She said, “I meant after we got home.” 
This time he was quiet. Then, “ Yeah. I hoped you weren’t mad at me. I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.” 
She said, “Tommy, there isn’t prob’ly anything you could do that would make me mad. So don’t worry about it. Are you gonna be at school on time tomorrow? 
He said, “Geeze. I hope so. I can’t take any more class cuts than I got today. Coach is all ticked off about being late to practice, and I have to swim an extra twenty lap punishment every day.” 
Joanie said, “But isn’t that great practice?” 
He was still back thinking about “ nothing he could do would make her mad” and he said, without thinking, “I would rather practice feeling your, uh. Um, I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I wasn’t...” He heard her hang up. 
“Well, shit. I have really screwed myself now. What the hell can I do to get out of this?” 
He went back to his room and worked on his German till ten and went to bed.  
He got up an hour early and wrote her a note. He said, among some other things, that he had never touched a girl anywhere before and he meant that he wanted to do it right, not that he just wanted to paw at her. He apologized in several different ways and then finally signed it, ‘Tom.’ He hoped she would get over being upset. He really did want to go and paw hell out of her tits. 
He got to school early and slid the note, into the air vent on her locker. He hid in the library till the bell rang and was safe from seeing her till after she read the note. He was nervous about going to English but he asked the proctor if he could work in the library and signed in there. He worked in a corner desk where he couldn’t be seen by anyone who wasn’t really searching and went down the back way when the bell rang. He and Joanie had different lunch periods so he was safe for the rest of the day. He left art and headed for the pool . 
She was sitting by the entrance to the gym area and he knew she was waiting for him. He headed for the door and she got up and stood in front of the door. He slowed and stopped and said, 
“Hi Joanie.” 
She handed him a note and turned and walked down the hall. He did not have time to read it. He changed and ran down to the pool and dove in and began doing his laps. When he was done he took part in the sprint laps and relay race practice and headed downtown as soon as he could to ride home with dad. 
It was after he finished the dishes, that he had a chance to look at her note. 
“Dear Tommy, 
I accept your apology, although none was necessary. 
You didn’t do anything that I consider wrong. Kissing you is my most favorite thing to do, so consider yourself forgiven for anything you may feel was not proper or acceptable to me.  
I guess I’m looking forward to this weekend when the group is going to Lake Forest. I know you have already paid, and I’m going to drop off my money after school today. It should be a fun day. 
All my love, Me, Joan. 
Tommy sighed and hid the note in the secret compartment he had made in his desk. He kept some notes in it, three condoms, two little ‘eight pagers’ - dirty comics about Blondie and Dagwood and other comic book characters, doing ‘It’, as well as some Playboys and other odds and ends he wanted to hide. He thought about the Sunday trip and sighed again. He was back to liking her. “But is it her or her feel-able boobs that I like?” 
The week dragged by. There was a meet on Friday and he did all right - second in the fifty-yard free style and managed to close a gap and win the medley relay in the last ten yards. He did nothing in the backstroke, but he was a replacement for a guy who was sick. He was not a back stroker. 
He thought to himself, “I’m not bad at the breast stroke though,’ and snickered to himself and then was ashamed of it. But she sure had nice ones. 
He went to the Quad Friday night even though Joanie wouldn’t be there. She had to baby sit for her older sister’s kid, and no boys were allowed. The kid she sat for was five and told her mom everything that happened. Joanie said there was no chance at sneaking in. 
She had to be home on Saturday night too, so they didn’t get to see each other till Sunday when the group all met at the station to ride to Lake Forest. The ride down was fun and they all sang songs all the way. The host group was sort of dorky and there was a lot of over-polite behavior. But they all survived. They left on an earlier train than expected and were kind of tired and Joanie fell asleep leaning against him.  
They walked to Joanie’s from the station and got there at nine thirty. Joanie’s dad was already in bed and her mom was scurrying around trying to get up there too. They finally were alone and Joanie turned off the lights except for the required one on the far end table. 
They sat on the couch. They hadn’t kissed since last Sunday night and he was really nervous about it. He knew she wanted him to but he couldn’t seem to get started.  
She finally said, “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”  
He leaned over and kissed her and her tongue came out at him almost at once. She was pressing against him as best she could, sitting on the couch and it was not all that comfortable. He held the kiss as long as he could, and then had to let her go. He was almost cramping from trying to hold her.  
She said wait. She traded places with him so he was on the end of the couch and then lay down on the couch and onto his lap. 
She reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers and they kissed again. Her mouth was open to his and they French kissed. 
He thought he knew why they called it swapping spit. His mouth was full and so was hers even with both of them swallowing a lot. 
They stopped for a few minutes and she asked how the meet went. He was proud of his sprint times but told her he did ok. They always praised the athletes who did well at any competition in the Monday morning Campus Times. He knew she would see it then. 
He leaned down to kiss her again and it was a calmer kiss, but his hand went straight to her breast as the kiss began. It was warm and soft and full. Her nipple hardened and was pointy and stiff in seconds. He squeezed and pressed it and was amazed at how good it felt in his hand. 
They had stopped kissing and he was holding her and feeling her breast.  
She whispered, “The other one needs some too.”  
He slid his hand across toward the other on and his fingers went into the space between the buttons on her blouse and onto bare skin. He jerked his hand back and she said, “It’s okay,” and undid two buttons. He put his hand back and into her blouse and felt her breast again, with only her bra separating his hand from her skin. Her full sized bust was not totally covered by the bra and plenty of bare skin was available for feeling. He took advantage of it.  
After a while of gorging his hand on her, he said, “I wish I could get your bra out of the way.” 
She giggled at him. They looked at each other for a moment and she sat up and pulled her blouse free of her skirt and unhooked the bra and lay back down, 
“There now,” She said, and unbuttoned another button on her blouse.  
His hand went back into her open blouse and slid under the loose bra to the warmth of her breast and nipple.  It was firm and seemed bigger than before, and the nipple was wonderful to touch. He couldn’t get enough of touching and squeezing and doing everything he could think of to it. She was lying in his lap and enjoying his touches and found herself panting from the affect of it all.  
She got a little scared of her reaction to it and pulled him to kiss her again to sort of change the focus. They kissed and he continued to play with her nipple and the rest of her breast. Her blouse was almost completely open and he could see her nipple standing out from the pink circle around it. When they stopped kissing, without really thinking about it. He bent and sucked it into his mouth. 
“Oh my God,” he heard her whisper.  
Her hand went to the back of his head and pressed him against the breast. Her knees had come up when he first sucked her and one leg slid back down. His free hand slid to her tummy and gradually went further down toward her exposed panties.  
Joanie was lost in the sensation of the suction on her nipple. It was sending electric jolts all through her body and she was floating in sensations of arousal.  
She became aware of his hand holding her bottom and moving against her swollen vaginal lips. Her legs were fairly wide apart. 
His hand was well into her bottom area. His touch was firm but gentle and she was terribly aroused by it. She was involuntarily humping at his hand. She could not not do it. Her panties were wet and she could smell herself and her heat. She was embarrassed by it all, but just held on to his head as he sucked her. 
He was trying to get his hand under the leg elastic but it was too tight. She was glad he couldn’t although she wanted it to happen. 
He continued his feeling, caressing, touching and she continued her spiral into ecstasy. He managed to hit her in exactly the right spot and she moaned and humped hard at him. He focused on it and seconds later; she exploded into a violent orgasm. She didn’t know what to call it but she loved it when it happened. She thought of it as ‘going off’ and tried to do it to herself about once a week. She held him as she caught her breath and her body ceased it’s responses to her cum. 
She released his head and said, “Oh Tommy, please stop. I can’t stand it any more.” 
He pulled back and sat up and looked at her panties. They were transparent due to her juices soaking them and her parts were almost visible. Her breast was fully exposed but she covered it with her hand. She was blushing and ashamed of her smell, which he seemed to like. He raised his hand to his nose and inhaled and said, “I like the way you smell. He licked his fingers and said, “and you taste good too.” 
Joanie sat up and pulled her blouse together and her skirt down. 
She bent over to get her breasts into her bra cups and hooked it and sat up. She was still bright red and unable to look at him.  
“We shouldn’t have done all that,” she said. “You’re going to think I’m some kind of slut doing all this with you. I’m really sorry I let this happen. I should have stopped you. I’m sorry, Tommy. Will you just go now, please?” 
Tommy was completely confused. He thought she had liked it and here she was sending him away. He didn’t expect to get laid, but he felt he deserved a bit more than a “go away.” 
“Okay, Joanie. I’ll go. I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” he said as he put his coat on. “G’night,” he said. He looked at her sitting on the couch and staring at the floor. He shrugged and left. He thought it over on the way home and couldn’t understand why he had been almost thrown out of her house. They had been making out and she had been enjoying it and she had a major cum and then it was, “get-gone time” 
He barely noticed the cold as he strode along muttering to himself.  
He had not done anything she didn’t seem to want him to do. She had opened her bra on her own. She had opened her legs to him He hadn’t hurt her as far as he knew. He was lost. He got home and washed his hands to free himself of her aroma and went to bed.   
Joanie sat on the couch for a while and cried a little. She was ashamed of herself for letting him do so much to her and, what made it worse, was her going off in front of him. It had all felt so good: his hand on her boob and his fingers on her hot little nipple. His mouth was so good, and the sucking was the most fantastic thing she had ever felt, short of her, well, her, heck, her explosion. 
As she sat here she went back over it all and found herself pressing her hands against her boobs. She shook herself and stood up and went to her bathroom and showered. She was tempted to do a bit more in there than wash but it was late and she was exhausted. She went to bed and fell asleep. 
Tommy got to school on Monday and went to the locker room to put his swimming stuff in his locker. He took everything home on Fridays to wash and iron it after the meets. He hung the team warm up suit in the locker and his team towels went on the shelf. He had three swim suits that didn’t amount to much more than a tight diaper, and they went on the grid shelf where they would dry when wet.  
He wandered back to the first floor and sat with some of the swimmers. There were always several girl friends hanging around and they all flirted with them. He saw Joanie come in the main door and made sure to not look at her as she went by. He didn’t know how to approach her since she had seemed to reject him. He was also embarrassed by their intimacy and it didn’t help him figure out how to deal with the whole thing. He was laughing [too hard] at something a friend had said and was able to avoid her looking at him. 
English was difficult. They sat in different rows since they were seated alphabetically. She was behind him and he didn’t have to look at her. He worked hard for the hour and went out fast when the bell rang.  
In his last class one of Joanie’s friends asked him if he had had a fight with Joanie.  
He asked her why and she said that Joanie wouldn’t talk about the weekend and she knew that Joanie and Tommy had been together. 
He told her that they had not had a fight or anything, and dropped it. She looked a little surprised and he wondered what Joanie was saying.  
He swam laps along with the rest of the team and then they practiced turns again. Coach was pleased with the meet results and told everyone that they had done well.  
They would get individual coaching on their weak points. “And Tommy, you’re gonna be swimming backstroke all month.”  
Everyone laughed because they knew he had just filled in. 
Tommy had to ride the bus home since his dad had gone home and Tommy got there late. He did homework and listened to his radio for a while, sort of relaxing and enjoying the music and musing about Joanie. He didn’t call her and he went to bed, missing his usual chat with her. 
The rest of the week went by, pretty much as usual, but without Joanie. He was lonesome for her and for their note exchanges in the library. He even put a note and left it in ‘Jane Eyre saying, “J - I miss you, T.” The note was gone at the end of the period, but he never got a response. 
He went to the Roller rink on Friday night and on Saturday he and Don went to a movie. He didn’t go to the youth group on Sunday and on Monday Joanie was absent. 
He hoped she was okay but had no idea what to do about her.  
He called once and she answered but he didn’t know what to say and hung up. 
He saw Joanie in the corridors and in class but she purposely ignored him. He tried saying hi to her once, and got no response. 
He was sitting with a group in the coffee shop after school a week or two later and he was talking to one of the varsity cheerleaders. 
She was a junior and he was sort of awed by her. She asked why he never dated and he said he didn’t really know any girls well enough to ask them out. She asked him about Joanie and he said they had just kinda drifted apart. 
“So you aren’t going with her anymore?” she asked. Tommy laughed and said he hadn’t even spoken to her for almost a month. 
“Mmmmmmm,” she said. “Want to go to a sorority party with me Saturday?” 
“Sure,” he told her.” I don’t have a car yet though so I can’t take you except on the bus.” 
“Not a prob,” she said. “I‘ll pick you up. I can get Mom’s car.” 
They talked about what sort of party it was and if it was dress up or what. All got settled and he went home feeling good for the first time in a while. 
It turned out that the party was a real bash. Almost half the junior class was invited and their dates, if any. Everyone on campus knew about it and were trying to get invited too. Joanie heard that Tommy was going with Kaylee Foster and she left school and went home sick. 
Kaylee was likely to be the Prom queen, come spring, and was sure to be head cheerleader next year. Why she was dating a sophomore was anyone’s guess. But, of course, Tommy was thought to be a real hunk. He was not aware of his ‘status’ in the eyes of the girls, which made him even more desirable. 
Joanie had heard about his date with the cheerleader and her heart was broken. She was crazy about Tommy but was afraid of approaching him. The ‘I miss you’ note was under her pillow and she read it over and over. She couldn’t bring herself to write or call of even say hello to him. She had written him many notes, all of which had been torn up and destroyed. She was sick with her feeling of loss and frustration. 
The party came and went and was talked about for weeks. Who got the drunkest and who got laid, being the primary topics of conversation? Neither Tommy nor Kaylee drank much so they avoided that area, however they had disappeared for several hours and were suspects in the ‘two became one’ column. Tommy was as virginal after the party as he had been before it. He had, however, explored a great deal more of female anatomy and felt he was pretty well experienced in ‘getting them off.’  He had also found out how pleasurable a girls mouth could be when applied to areas other than his own. Kaylee was known as one who could suck the spark plugs out of a car through the tail pipe. Tommy’s spark plugs, if any, were intact, and his ‘tail pipe’ had been well treated. 
Joanie had gone to the party after she and three other girls had gone to a movie. They spent an hour being social and seeing friends and then left. None of them drank [or, according them individually, did any sex stuff], although a few of them wished they could have stayed longer. 
Joanie had searched frantically for Tommy, but had not seen him. She had hoped he had not gone, but she heard all the rumors and sank back into her depression.  
The school year trudged along as it did, slowly moving toward summer vacation. The prom came and went. Kaylee was the queen and Tommy, her escort, although as a sophomore he was not considered as a king candidate. The captain of the basketball team was a runaway choice and the royal couple danced once together. It was known that neither could stand the other. Tommy and Kaylee had become the school’s ‘star couple’ and were admired by one and all. They had fun together, but neither were they in love. They were ‘friends with privileges’ who enjoyed their limelight. When they parked, they spent most of their time talking and enjoying each other’s friendship, with occasional bouts of non-intercourse sex. They had done everything they could think of but Kaylee was determined to be a virgin [at least technically] at her wedding, and that wasn’t going to happen till after college. 
In June, school ended. Tommy had three As and two Bs and was quite proud of his report card. It was his best ever and he felt he had finally learned how to beat the system. What he had learned, was how to study effectively,  and he hadn’t realized it. 
Joanie’s grades were not so good. She got two of everything - As, Bs, and Cs. She didn’t really care. She was still aching for Tommy. She did get a job at the bakery her mom used and worked an early shift - 5:30 am till two. She went home and slept every afternoon and went to bed each night at about nine or ten. 
She had no social life and didn’t care. 
As soon as school ended, Tommy had applied for a job at the local Ford dealership. He had gotten his chauffer’s and truck  licenses and was able to pick up and deliver cars and parts and do general clean up around the repair shop. He washed and prepared the new cars as they were delivered and made a good amount of money. He was frequently asked to come in early or very late, when new cars were delivered. The trucks had to be off-loaded to keep them on schedule. It was not unusual for him to be called out at four in the morning to go and help. He frequently had to stay late and do the same thing. The main difference was that in the evening, the drivers always needed to fill a thermos with coffee and Tommy was elected to go for it. The evening hours paid time-and-a-half. The early morning calls were double time and were better since they usually were three to four hours of high pay. Tommy had a particular used car in mind for purchase and the sales guys were sort of keeping it for him. There were no guarantees, but with luck, he would have wheels at school next year. 
One Monday morning in late July, his mom awakened Tommy. She said a truck was in for off-loading and the driver was running late. Would He, Tommy, go by and pick up two quarts of coffee and a dozen mixed donuts and bring them to the shop ASAP? 
He got up and dressed and went out. He rode his bike down to the only place in town open at five am. 
The bakery was warm after the cool ride in pre dawn half-light. And it smelled great. The bell jangled as he went in and a voice from the back called out, “She’ll be with you in a second.” 
He hollered back an ‘okay’ and bent over to study the racks to decide on donuts. He always got a batch of mixed donuts for the drivers but was choosy about what he liked. 
“Can I help you,” a voice said and he stood up, face to face with Joanie. He was speechless as was she. She hadn’t been able to see him bent over as he was and was as surprised as Tommy to be looking at him again. 
“Uh. Donuts. Um, two dozen mixed,” He said, and a couple of blue berry filled. And two quarts of coffee. [pause] Please.” 
She said “Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say? I guess I’m still half asleep. I’m Sorry. I’m sorry. Oh God, Tommy, I’m so sorry.” 
She burst into tears and stood there looking at him. Not sobbing or anything, just with tears pouring down her cheeks.  
Tommy repeated his order and she began filling it.  
“Uh, Joanie, I’m sorry too,” he said. “I hate not seeing you and stuff. I miss you.” 
She shook her head and grabbed the pint containers needed for two quarts of coffee and disappeared in the back. A few moments passed and another woman came out with the coffee.  
She said, “I don’t know who you are, but I hope you don’t come back, I’ve never seen Joan break down like that.” 
Tommy apologized and asked her to tell Joanie he was sorry for everything. He paid and left. 
‘So, now I now where she’s been all summer. I’m gonna get my coffee and donuts there from now on’. Tommy’s mind was going full speed. He knew he could get her to talk to him if he went back a few times. His dating Kaylee had ended when she left for four weeks of cheer leading camp and his evenings were free. 
Two days later, Tommy got up early and went down to the bakery on his bike. He looked in the window and Joanie was loading donuts into the display case. He stood there until she looked up and saw him. She stared and shook  
her head, and he went in.  
“Hi Tommy. I’m sorry about the other day. I just was so shocked to see you. I was, um, I was, oh shit. I don’t know what I was.” 
Her language jolted Tommy. She had never uttered a foul word the whole time he had known her. 
He said, “I need a large coffee, two blue berry donuts, and a date for Friday night.” 
He was as surprised as she was by his statement. He hadn’t planned anything like that. It had just sort of popped out. 
She paled and gulped and got the donuts and went for the coffee. 
He waited for quite a while and she came back out with his coffee. 
“I already fixed it for you. Two sugar and one cream, right?” 
Tommy nodded at her and handed her a five- 
dollar bill. She took it and put it in her pocket. I’ll give you your change Friday night,” she said. “What time?” 
Tommy said, “Um, Eight, okay?”  
She nodded. 
“See you Friday,” he said and smiled at her.  
She didn’t smile back. He turned and left. He put his breakfast in the bike basket and, as he left, he saw her staring at him. He sort of waved and went to work. 
He went out to the used car lot that afternoon and checked ‘his’ car. It was a ‘forty-nine Ford convertible and had only twenty six thousand miles on it. He asked the sales manager to figure it up for him to see if he could handle it yet and make any payments he would need to. Dad had said he would put the insurance on his policy but would not help with buying or maintaining it. 
He got the numbers and took them home that evening when he got off and went over them with mom and dad. They felt it was too much car for him, but they didn’t fight the purchase. Next morning he took his money and the agreement in and bought it. 
The Dealership policy was for all employees to get a fifteen percent discount on service, and Tommy had them check out everything. He was well liked and the mechanics did a good job for him. The service manager changed his oil free and had them do a grease job. One of the guys who did the wax jobs offered to do one for twenty dollars the next afternoon and Tommy said, “sold.” 
He put the bike in the trunk and drove home carefully, the radio playing and the top down. He drove past the bakery and Joanie’s house but saw no one. 
His parents were pleased with his buy and examined it carefully. Neither knew much about cars, but they spent a lot of time looking it over. They rode around the block and liked everything about it except the rumble of the exhausts. Mom talked a bit about ‘attention-getting-behavior’. His dad grinned and said, It sounds like a teen agers car to me,” and slapped him on the back and went in to dinner. Tommy made room in the garage and put it in for the night. 
The next afternoon the car went off with the wax crew and when it came back it looked brand new. They had washed the soft top and waxed it inside and out. They had steam-pressure cleaned the engine and it’s compartment and even had sprayed the air cleaner cover with fresh paint. It even smelled new. One of them had some stuff they used in the newer used cars to make them smell new and he had put some in the trunk. Tommy was ecstatic. He was also almost broke, but it was what he had worked for all summer. 
After dinner he showered and dressed and went out at seven thirty. He got gas and showed off the car to a guy on the swim team who worked at the gas station. He knew the word would be out all over town that he had a car by the end of the weekend. 
In the evening light, the bronze color of he convertible shone in the dimming sun. He hoped it would be light enough to see when he got to Joanie’s. 
He slowed and coasted into Joanie’s driveway. He didn’t want anyone to hear the car. He walked around to the front and rang the bell. Joanie’s mom greeted him and made sort of a sarcastic remark about not seeing him for so long. Tommy smiled at her and said it had been quite a while, and she led him into the living room. They had replaced the couch and he commented on how nice the new one was. That sort of thawed her and she chatted warmly with him as they waited for Joanie. She finally said, “I’ll go see whats keeping her and he was alone.  
He sat on the edge of a chair and he finally heard someone coming down the stairs. Joanie came in and promptly blushed. She said, “I never thought I’d see you in here again.”  
Tommy shook his head. “The last time I was here you told me to go away so I went. And you only just invited me back day before yesterday. So here I am.” 
“You look good,” she told him. “I watched you in the Lake Forest meet and you guys looked gorgeous in the new uniforms. And you won all your races even though you lost the meet.” 
“Yeah, but it’s no shame. They have a guy who is going to be an Olympic medalist if he keeps on. He’s going to transfer to Indiana U. and they got about the best team in the country. We did real well that night.” 
“Shall we go?” she said and headed for the door. She was wearing cute shorts and a shirt to match the logo on the hem of her shorts. She looked really cute. She had lost some weight and it made her seem taller and more graceful. They went out and she stopped and asked where they were going. 
“Joanie, we had a bad night the last time we were together,” he said.  “I don’t wanna make any mistakes here today so I didn’t plan anything specific. I thought it might be best if you said where you were comfortable going.” 
“We could go to the carnival, “Janie said, “If we had a ride. It’s way out west of town and the buses don’t go that far.” 
“Okay, then Carnival it is”. He led her around to the driveway, and said, “Hop in.” 
She was surprised and asked as she got in if his dad had got a new car. He said no, but added nothing. He started it and it rumbled quietly until he put it into reverse when it growled a bit louder. When he put it in first, he was tempted to make it really snarl but he controlled it. He wanted no problems with Joanie’s folks or the neighbors, and the car was a bit loud. 
“Well, it doesn’t sound like a family car, does it?” She looked in the back and rubbed the dash. “Whose is it?” 
Tommy shifted into third and said, “Mine.” 
She got excited and asked so many questions so fast; he couldn’t keep track of them all. 
“Slow down a little,” he begged her. “I’ll tell you all about it,” which he did leaving out only how much he had paid for it. It wasn’t any body’s business but his and they had asked him to not tell since he had gotten an employee discount. 
She turned on the radio and they got WGN on and listened to the pop music station that was on most evenings.  She had a nice voice and sang along with the radio.  
It was a good thing, since they were both uncomfortable with each other and conversation was going to be rough until they talked about the past months when they didn’t speak. 
The carnival was all it was supposed to be. Noisy and crowded and most of the kids they saw, they knew.  
Joanie said, “There’s gonna be a lot of phone calls made about us dating tonight. I hope you can handle it when your cheerleader comes back”. 
Tommy said, “She isn’t my cheer leader. She’s a good friend and a lot of fun, but we aren’t going steady or anything. We date because we like each other, but we aren’t in love or anything. Hell, she doesn’t even come to the swim meets. Says it makes her hair go straight.” 
Joanie laughed. “Well, it does do that. But so does the humidity all summer long. I can live with it. I just get my hair cut in the spring so there isn’t so much to mess with” 
Tommy said, “ Yeah, I noticed. It’s cute that way.” Then he led her to the Tilt-a-Whirl and bought tickets.  
He said, “This is a warm up for the roller coaster, so get ready,” 
It was a mild ride but it bounced you around a bit and you slid into each other a lot if you didn’t hold on really tight. Joanie held on really tight. 
They rode the roller coaster three times in a row, and got off and went to get a drink. They sat on a low bench and watched the parade of sweaty daddies with little kids and moms carrying babies and friends who waved but didn’t stop to talk.  
“You would think we had the plague,” Joanie said. “as much as anyone comes over to say hello.” 
Tommy nodded and. said, “They don’t know what to say to us. We’ve been apart so long, and were so close at first, they can’t figure it out. No one ever knew why we broke up. They asked me and I just said I didn’t know. Which, at least, was the truth.” 
Joanie asked, “You really never said anything to anyone? Nothing about us? Or what happened. Or anything?” 
Tommy said, “Nothing. I never understood why you told me to go away so I couldn’t tell anything. I know what they thought, but I wasn’t about to try to explain it.” 
“What did they think?” Joanie asked. She had a good idea, but wanted to hear it from him. 
“You really don’t want t know,” he told her.  
“Yes, I do,” she said. “You gotta tell me.” 
Tommy said he would tell her after the carnival, because it wasn’t the place for that conversation. They went on several more rides, and bought cotton candy, and wandered for a while, and then went back to the car.  
He drove back toward town and went down to the harbor where they could see the lake. The breeze was cool and he put the top up. They were quiet for a time letting the radio do the noise making.  
She finally said, “Tommy, Tell me.” 
“There are a couple of guesses around. The first one I heard was that you were pregnant, and mad at me because I wouldn’t marry you. A girl started that one, I think, but I never could find out who she was. I found one kid who said he had heard it from someone but he wouldn’t say who she was. I told him that I didn’t know for sure, but I thought you were a virgin, and if I heard any more rumors like that, I was going to beat the crap out of him and find out who told him that. He wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it so we went a few rounds in the gym. He doesn’t talk to me anymore, but he keeps his mouth shut. 
“The other rumor, was that your parents caught us ‘in the act’ and threw me out and that you were forbidden or see me ever again.  
That one will die as of tonight since half the school has seen us tonight. One addition to that one was that I had beat up your dad because I was mad at him for not letting me see you.” 
Joanie sat staring at him and said nothing. She finally shook her head and said, “I can’t believe that people can be so mean. We never really did much [here she blushed, but knew he couldn’t see her in the dark] and they build this big thing out of us not talking to each other.”  
Tommy leaned toward her and touched her hand. He said, “I never knew why you told me to go away. I spent almost six months wondering what I had done wrong. I really did like you. A lot. 
He waited and she said nothing so he started the car and drove back along the beach road toward town. When he got to the bottom of the hill he shifted into second and let the pipes bellow and he ran it up to the traffic light at the top.  
Joanie said, “It’s a nice car, Tommy. Kaylee will love it.”  
She was crying but it was just tears and no snuffling or sobs. He didn’t notice until he glanced at her and saw the shine of tears running down her face in the light of a passing car. 
“What’s wrong? Did I do something again? What did I do this time?” He was afraid he had hurt her again but didn’t know how. 
She shook her ahead and said, “You haven’t done anything. It’s just me. We were so close and I ruined it and I’m so sorry. I miss you so much all the time and I can’t make myself stop being stubborn about it. What you did was what any guy would do in the same situation, but I let you do it and I liked it and I wanted to do more and I knew I would let you, and I got scared. Of me more than you, but you were the one that was scaring me because I wanted you to do more to me and ...” 
She stopped talking and rubbed her eyes and said. ”So, now you know why I said go away. I was trying to make me stop wanting you to fuck me. It’s what I wanted you to do and I was afraid you would.” She laughed a little. “And now I’m afraid you won’t.” 
Tommy didn’t say anything. He drove slowly out Washington Street toward the turn off to her house. They cruised the last three blocks in silence and he coasted up to her house and stopped.  
She started to get out and he said, “Wait a minute?” 
She looked at him and waited. 
He said, “You put me in an impossible situation. If I try to date you, it will always seem like I’m doing it so I can screw you, because you sort of implied that you want me to. If I don’t date you, it means that I don’t want you like most guys want their girls, whether they do any thing or not. I don’t know how to solve the problem. I liked kissing you and touching you, and I know you enjoyed it because you had a orgasm like I never saw before or since. I wanted to do more but I never even got the chance to set any boundaries with you. And now it’s too late.” 
He was silent for several minutes “I’m sorry too, Joanie. I was never sure if I liked you or the kissing we were doing. When I found out it was you, we weren’t kissing any more. And now I find out we should have been kissing and we cant. And I’m stuck with a cheerleader who wants to be in love with me and knows I’m not in love with her. She half way wants me to go all the way with her and all I can think about when I’m making out with her is how it felt to be with you. What a crock of shit.” 
They sat there in silence for along while and Joanie pulled the door handle down and slid out of the car.  
“Thanks for a nice evening, Tommy. I’ll always remember it.” 
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They bumped into each other in a grocery store, seven years later. Tommy said Hi to her and she smiled and said, “Hello, Tommy. I heard you got out of the Air Force. What are you doing now?” 
“I’m back in college,” He said. “Trying to catch up with my life. I got a little behind with four years in the service. What are you doing?” 
“I was trying to be a mommy, but my husband decided he liked his secretary better than me. He took our daughter and left. He has money and I have nothing, so he got what he wanted. I’m living with my folks again and looking for a job.”  
Tommy shook his head. “What a crock. You deserve better than that.” 
She said, “Yeah, well. Life goes on. Take care.” she went off down the aisle.  
Tommy got his groceries and left the store. As he went out he saw her staring off into space. He was unable to see the tears streaming down her face.  
They never met again. 
 
 
 Publication Date: July 11th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-mordred