My memories drifted back to the early summer of 1965. School was out. I had passed Grade 10 with honours. The weather was balmy, and I didn't have a care in the world. I'd done well in other areas of school, too. I was a platoon commander of the new Cadet Corps. I was starting centre for the Junior football team. The team had won our COSSA final the past fall. Life was good.
The only weak link in all this was girls. I didn't have one, and was so shy, I didn't have even a clue of how to ask one out. I was hoping this summer might get me over that hurdle. My new best friend, Bob Scott had the same problem, and we'd vowed to help each other out. As it turned out, Bob's help to me would come without his knowledge, and be greater than either of us ever dreamed.
Bob and I met through my cousin, Don. We were all into electronics and stuff like that. Bob and I hit it off right from the start. Soon, we were together constantly, working on projects and reading up on the latest developments in electronics. His dad was an electronic engineer, and we had access to all his monthly tech journals and magazines. Hobby-wise, we were in seventh heaven. It wasn't all hobbies, though. Bob and I shared the same taste in music (Beach Boys, Jan & Dean, the Righteous Brothers) and many other things. We could always find something to talk about, and were never bored with each others company.
We'd been to each others homes, and met each others families. Bob knew my folks and my two sisters. My third sister hadn't been adopted yet. I met his Mom and two little brothers. His dad was only home on weekends. I'd only met him once. He came in on a Friday night just as I was leaving, so all we got was a quick introduction. Bob had two sisters. I'd seen Riekie at school, but didn't know her. She'd always been out, or in her room when I was there, so we weren't formally introduced yet. She was two years ahead of me, although only a little over a year older and too beautiful for me to even go near. The seniors would have been pissed if I had even tried. His younger sister, Carol, I couldn't place at all. She didn't go to our school. She'd been there for Grade 9, but I didn't remember her. If she was in a different class, that was not unusual. She hadn't done well that year, so her folks pulled her out. They sent her to live with her aunts, a pair of spinster schoolmarms, for a year, to attend the school where they taught. The idea was to get her marks up to her parents' high standards. The aunts would tutor her at home as well. This was just Bob's other sister that I hadn't met, and wasn't expecting to.
I had borrowed a tape recorder from Bob for one of our projects, but he needed it back for the weekend so his dad could use it. I'd told Bob I would drop it off on the Friday. When Friday arrived, I loaded it in the carrier of my bike and headed off to his place to deliver it. I got to Bob's house, stuck the recorder under my arm, and knocked on the door. I'd expected Bob, his Mom, or one of the little boys to answer. Imagine my shock, when this vision (there's no other way to describe it, I was sure she wasn't real) opened the door. This marvelous apparition was dressed in white short shorts and a white man's shirt tied loosely under magnificent teenaged breasts, her midriff bare. Stunned, I just stared.
"Yes? Can I help you?" the most beautiful voice in the world asked. I knew instantly who she was. We'd never been introduced. I thought she was still at her aunts'. Bob never said a word about her being back home. Carol. Carol Anne Scott, to be precise. Don't ask me how I knew her full name. I just KNEW. It was instantly indelibly etched on my brain.
I dropped my eyes toward the ground so she wouldn't catch me staring, but that just filled my vision with the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on a woman. To this day, I gauge all women's legs with Carol as the standard. Few have ever compared. My wife is the only one who ever even came close. I stammered. I broke out in a cold sweat. My tongue felt too big for my mouth. I had to make a couple tries to get my tongue working.
"Um... um... I-I b-brought Bob's tape recorder back. Is-is he home?" Getting those few words out without looking a total idiot was a major effort.
She laughed. Music! A siren song! All the most pleasant sounds in the world were wrapped up in that one small laugh. I was so insecure around any girl that I was petrified they would laugh at me as a clumsy moron, but this one was laughing from the sheer joy of life. I fell hopelessly in love.
"No, he's not. He had to go with Mom to carry the shopping bags. They went grocery shopping. They won't be back until supper time. He wasn't too happy to go. None of us likes to go shopping with Mom. He did say someone was going to drop by, and he didn't want to miss them. I guess that someone is you."
I relaxed a little, and finally was able to speak again.
"W-well, I'll just leave it here with you. I'll call Bob later tonight when he's home. Where can I put it?"
I looked up and suddenly, I was staring into the most brilliant, compelling blue eyes I had ever seen. They were framed in soft, reddish brown hair, cut short. She was beautiful, and I was mesmerized! Her eyes had a merry twinkle. Then they seemed to change a little, as if she suddenly saw me for the first time. I felt the shock of some kind of mutual recognition, as something akin to an electric current passed between us. There was a long pause, almost an eternity. I found it almost impossible to pull my gaze away from hers.
Finally, almost with a visible shake of her lovely head, she broke the gaze. Now she stammered a bit herself.
"It's... It's a little too heavy for me to carry. C-can you carry it in and put in the porch? I-I'll show you where."
She turned and led me toward the back of the porch to a table just outside the dining room door. As she moved away from me, she seemed to flow with feline grace. I couldn't keep my eyes off those exquisite legs. Her buttocks rose and fell seductively in her tight shorts. I was lost again. Sproing! My penis sprang to full attention, as only a teenaged cock on hormone overdrive can, tenting out the front of my shorts. My hands were full of heavy tape recorder, so there was no way I could adjust myself to make it less obvious. I was absolutely mortified.
She turned to face me, pointing at the table.
"You can put it down..." Her glance fell to my crotch, then hesitantly back to my face. Her eyes got big, nervous. She paled, like she'd seen a ghost. "... Th-there."
Then her face started to get red. I freaked. I thought this girl was getting pissed off! I was dying! Here's the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on in all my 15 years, and I blow it by getting an enormous erection. I only wanted to crawl away into a hole somewhere and die. I don't blush very often, but I know I did that time. I froze, my face burning. I couldn't speak. I think my mouth was moving, but nothing came out.
Finally she spoke and saved me. "I-I s-said you can put it on this table."
Her tone was neutral, like she was getting a grip on her temper. I gathered up my courage, what was left of my dignity, and set it on the table.
I turned away quickly, aiming for the exit. "T-tell B-Bob I'll call him tonight."
"Ok. See you." Non-committal, just a standard teenage goodbye.
"Yeah... see ya."
And I was outta there. I never did tell her my name. I don't know how I made it back home. I went straight to my room. I fell on the bed, curled up into a little ball, and tried to disappear. Except... my boner was still raging. Confined in my shorts it was actually painful. To relieve the hurt, I shoved my shorts off my hips. My cock sprang straight up in the air, then slapped back against my belly. Absently, at first, mostly to ease the pain caused by the confinement, I started to gently stroke it. As I did, a perfect image of that glorious vision of femininity, Carol Anne Scott, came roaring into my mind...
Suddenly, my hand was moving in short, rapid strokes. In near record time, I came rope after rope after rope of hot, white, sticky sperm. It shot off all over the place. I made quite a mess. I got up, wiped up the mess with an old tee shirt. I put my shorts back on, and lay back down on the bed. The vision of Carol was still floating before my eyes. My embarrassment and humiliation returned. I curled up in a ball again, and quietly cried myself to sleep.
I woke to Mom calling me to supper. I joined the family, feeling sheepish. I was sure they could all see my shame. I was sure there was a big 'P' for pervert branded in my forehead. But, no one seemed to notice anything strange, and supper proceeded normally. I even managed to get into one of those interminable arguments with my sister Val. She's 15 months younger than me, and was going through that tough adolescent stage all girls do. We usually got along very well, but I was definitely out of sorts. It was easy to get her wound up, and it helped relieve my own tension. I know it was cruel. We made up over it years later, but that night, it helped me partially restore my sanity.
After supper, I went back to my room to work on one of my models. I still wasn't comfortable in public, even the limited public of my family, for long. I was building a 1/48 scale model of a Dehavilland Mosquito light bomber. My Dad had served on them during the War, and I wanted this one to be perfect. It even had the markings for his old RCAF squadron.
I'd told Carol I would call her brother. I couldn't. I was petrified she'd answer the phone and chew me out for being some sex-crazed animal. Bob saved me the potential embarrassment. He called me. I heard the phone ring. Mom answered it. She called up the stairs. "Dave! Telephone! I think it's Bob!"
I took my time going down to answer. I was nervous. What had Carol told her brother? Was he going to chew me a new asshole too?
"H-Hello?"
"Hi! Bob, Bob Scott here."
"Yeah Bob, I knew that. What's up?"
"I see you brought the machine back. Thanks. Carol told me you were gonna call after supper. When you didn't, I decided to call you instead."
"Oh, I was busy working on the Mossie. Sorry. You didn't tell me Carol was home."
Half accusatory, my voice was tired, a little withdrawn.
"She came in late after I talked to you last night. We didn't know she was coming home, either. We were expecting her next week, when the Aunts went to the cottage, but they decided to leave early so she could be home for the weekend. I guess she did pretty good in school this year. They brought all her stuff back with them. I guess she's gonna be back in school here this year. She's real happy 'bout that."
"Did she say anything to you about me?"
I was fishing. Bob sounded like his usual self, so it didn't sound like she'd said anything other than that I was there and dropped off the machine. My relief was palpable, but I still had to check out the ground.
His voice dropped lower, almost conspiratorially.
"What happened today between you two?"
His voice carried too much inflection. I was instantly on guard. Oh no, she did say something!
"N-nothing! Why?"
"She won't leave me alone! She keeps pestering me about this friend of mine who came to the house today. I wouldn't even tell her your name. She just keeps asking me these questions,"
"What kind of questions?"
Still on guard, my fertile imagination expected she was gathering information on that pervert, so she could have me arrested, or have one of Riekie's Senior friends beat me up.
"Oh, you know... 'What's his name?' 'Where does he live?' 'What is he like?' 'Does he have a girl friend?'... That sort of thing. I think you made an impression on her. You know, she's never even had a date yet, let alone a boyfriend. When she asks about you, she gets all dreamy eyed. She's scaring me."
Not half as scared as me! But... from Bob's description, she didn't sound angry at all! From his perspective it sounded like she was actually interested -- in me! Maybe she's just checking up on me, just like I would have with her under better circumstances. Now I'm really starting to examine the experience with her. Do girls check out guys physically, the way we do girls? When I popped that boner, was she simply checking out the equipment? That red face: not anger, as I thought, but embarrassment that I saw her checking me out? Embarrassed like I would have been if I'd been caught looking down her cleavage? A light went on in my head. I had a minor epiphany... Maybe Bob could answer a few of my own questions.
"Anything else, Bob?"
"No, she just keeps asking me the same things over and over. She won't leave me alone. I wasn't sure what to say, so I've been brushing her off. What do you want me to tell her?"
Now that the light was on, I was truly beginning to see. The answer to his question was obvious.
"The truth, Bob, the truth. Answer her questions the best you can. I don't have anything to hide. But you can answer one of mine: how old is your sister?"
Bob suddenly became incredibly dense.
"Which one?"
Duh! "The one we're talking about. What's her name... Carol?"
I didn't want to let him know that her name was burned indelibly into my brain. Not yet, anyway.
"Oh, her. She turned 16 in March"
Great! I would turn 16 in August. That meant she's only 5 months older than me! Oh! Life was starting to look good again!
"Can we stop talking about my stupid sister? You wanna know stuff about her, ask her yourself. I've got a notion to tell her the same about you. I got better things to talk about than her. Like how's the Mossie coming? Did you get the stuff for that amp? My Dad says he'll help us design the circuit."
I realized it was not time to push it, and let the conversation drift off to other topics. My mind wasn't into it though. That vision in white short shorts floated up in front of my eyes again. But now, it was one to be savored, not feared. My mind wandered...
I drifted back to reality. "... capacitors, and we'll need a couple audio transformers. I don't know where we can get the tubes, they're so expensive. Maybe we can redesign for solid state with Dad's help. I think Dad can get us some heavy power transistors from his work. He's always bringing stuff home for me to experiment with."
Bob had been going on about an amplifier we'd been working on. I finally got back into the conversation. After a few more minutes, we said our goodbyes and hung up.
I headed back to my room, but this time, I think I floated up the stairs. She hadn't freaked! She actually wanted to know more about me! She was interested in me -- me! What a concept! That night I slept the sleep of the innocent and the just.
The next day was a Saturday. I woke up refreshed. I had my usual morning erection. Instead of running into the bathroom to piss it away as I usually did, I conjured up my vision, and quickly stroked myself to orgasm. Like yesterday, I shot all over the place and made a mess. But today, there was no guilt, just pleasant release.
I didn't see Bob that day. His folks had taken the whole family on some annual beach outing, one of the reasons the Aunts' brought Carol home early. Bob had invited me way back when, but I'd had to refuse, because my own folks had similar plans for today, the church picnic. I was expected to attend. Even though I wanted to see Carol again, I was actually glad I couldn't go with them. I didn't think I could stand being around her for a full day, especially at a beach. Not yet, anyway. Seeing her in a swim suit might just be too much! I went with my folks to the church picnic, ate a lot of good food, and had fun swimming. We were back home early.
Bob called again that night.
"Man! I wish you coulda come with us today!"
"Why?"
"I didn't have much fun at all. It was boring without another guy my own age to talk to. The little boys played together on the beach, and had fun. I helped them build a sand castle. That was OK for awhile, but then they went off with some other little kids they met, and I was by myself. The girls had a good time, at least the way they were giggling all the time. Riekie and Carol are buddies, and they had a lot of catching up to do, I guess. How was your day?"
Poor Bob! I understood. It's not easy being the only teenage male in a house dominated by females. But my mind wandered again. Now I had a vision of not one, but two, nubile bodies in bikinis, but my mind was focused on the younger of the two.
"I had a pretty good time, actually. The food was good. There were lots of girls to look at, and there were a couple guys our age. We had a good time swimming. But we didn't stay long. Dad has to work tonight."
"Shit. Here they come!"
I could hear giggling and squealing in the background.
"Who ya talkin' to, Bobby? A gi-i—r-rl?"
I heard Bob snort, then, muffled, as if he had his hand over the mouthpiece.
"No, Stupid! I'm talking to Dave, the one you've been pestering me about! Now leave us alone. We've got important things to discuss!"
There was silence while the female voices digested that information. I heard one, in a stage whisper, say
"Let her talk to him."
Bob, sounding incredulous. "Wha-a-at?"
And another female whisper. "No! I wouldn't know what to say".
That did it for me! Resolve stated to form. Suddenly emboldened (where does the boy disappear and the man appear?), I spoke up.
"Bob!" he couldn't hear me. He had the phone away from his ear. I shouted "BOB! BOB!"
He finally heard me. "Sorry, Dave, where were we?"
"Was that Carol? Is she still there?"
"Yeah. They're both here pestering me. I can hardly hear you over them. They're really starting to piss me off. Sisters! Bah!"
"Put Carol on."
"What? You want to talk to her? EEww! You're as bad as them."
Bob is almost a year younger than me. Although we'd talked about girls, and getting fixed up this summer, he didn't quite get it yet, and this was his stupid sister! Nobody was interested in sisters! I know. I kind of felt the same way about Val. Maybe I should reevaluate (pun intended).
"Yeah, I would like to ask her something."
I was getting bolder by the moment.
"Hang on, I'll ask her, but..."
He didn't finish. He must have covered the mike properly this time. I could hear muffled voices. Then a female squeal. Then silence. I heard someone picking the phone back up.
That wonderful voice I dreamed about! "H-h-hello?"
My newfound confidence and bravado evaporated. I was a quivering mass of jelly. Then I clued. Her voice sounded as nervous and insecure as me! She sounded timid and a little scared. With this new and profound realization, my confidence started to return!
"Hi! Carol?"
Great opening? My ass! But at least I sounded confident, even to my own quaking ears, and it was a beginning.
"Y-yes?"
Good! She's still a little unsure. Press the point home! Nuts! What if she says 'no'? Oh, I couldn't handle that! I faltered, but pressed on. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
"I'm Dave. We met the other day... I-I was wondering... Would you like to go out to a movie or something w-with me?"
There! I'd done it.
"A-a movie? W-with y-you?"
Uh-oh! Here it comes! Rejection! She thinks I'm a complete dork, and she only came to the phone because Bob asked her.
"I-I don't know."
She sounded hesitant. There was a silence on the line. Suddenly, there was again muffled conversation. I did hear Carol say to someone "What do I say?" More muffled conversation, and another female giggle. She came back on the line.
Her voice sounded more confident
"O-Ok! When do you want to go?"
My heart leaped. SUCCESS! I almost missed the important part of her question "When... ?"
This was Saturday. No movies on Sunday (this is small town Ontario in the mid-sixties, remember). But, there was a movie every other night. I didn't want to sound too eager.
"Would Tuesday be OK?"
Tuesday also happened to be cheap-seat night, but I didn't even think about that. Still, it made a lot of sense, when kids in those days didn't have the free cash they do today.
"Ok!"
She was sounding more enthusiastic.
"Early show or late show? I prefer the early show. Then we could go to Long's for a sundae afterward."
You smooth-talking devil you.
"The early show is fine. I don't know if I can go to Long's. I have to be home by 10. Mom said so."
Parents! Oh well, take what you can get, Dave.
Full of myself now, I took charge, making plans.
"Ok, I'll meet you at your house Tuesday night at 7. We can walk down to the show, and be there in lots of time before it starts. Is that OK with you?"
The ice was broken. The conversation flowed more freely. Still a little stilted, but coming along.
"OK, D-Dave. I'll see you Tuesday night. Do you want to speak to Bob some more?"
I'd much rather just listen to you breathe... but mission accomplished, I better cash my chips and bug out. Leave an opening, though.
"Yeah, we still got some stuff to work out, unless there's something else... ?"
"No, that's OK. Here's Bob again. And Dave? Thank you."
What? She's thanking me? It never occurred to my fevered 15 year old mind that the girls were usually as nervous as the boys. Remember your manners, son!
"Oh, you're welcome! The pleasure's all mine. And thank you, too!"
"Here's Bob."
"Bob here."
My eyes rolled. I know that, Bob. Oh well, he says it all the time.
"Are they gone?"
"Yeah. What'd you say to her? She's gone all cow-eyed. I can hear them up in their room now. They're all tee-heeing and giggly. Shit! And now they're squealing again. What a racket! They're gonna get Dad pissed off."
"Uh, all I said was thank you."
Just then, I heard a loud masculine voice call out "Quiet down up there. Don't make me come up there!"
Bob spoke up again. "Thank God for that. I never thought I'd be glad to hear Dad yell at some of us kids, but at least they're quiet now, and I can hear. Now let's get on with our project."
Someone interrupted Bob. Again I heard the louder masculine voice in the background. I didn't hear much except "My little girl has her first date, eh? Well, well. No wonder they're making such a fuss." And then he laughed! I felt good.
Bob and I wrapped up our conversation. We laid out our equipment list. His dad was going to pick up some parts for us when he went back to work. I felt so good; I was able to keep focused on what we talked about. We said our goodbyes, and hung up.