Tuesday was painfully slow dragging around. Every night, Bob and I spoke on the phone. We were in the middle of haying on the farm, so I wasn't able to hang out at his place like we wanted. Our project was falling behind. I spoke to Carol once. She came on the line just to say hello, then she was gone, Bob pushing her away, so we could work on our projects. But that one sweet greeting made my day.
Finally, Tuesday night, and I was a jumble of nerves. I was scared half to death of making a fool of myself, and excited by my first date with this wonderful creature. Dad drove me into Carol's. He knew I was nervous. Before I got out of the car, he put his hand on my shoulder and gave a little squeeze.
"You'll do all right, Son. Treat her like a lady, and you'll do fine. Treat her like shit, or act stupid, and you'll lose her before you get started."
Good advice: treat her like a lady. It still works today.
I knocked on the door. I thought maybe Bob might answer, but Carol herself answered the door. I found out later that she sat at the dining room window, watching for our car, so she would be the first to get to the door. Apparently she was as excited as me! And there she was! I'd hoped for her other outfit, the one I'd first seen, but it was a little cool tonight. She was wearing a nice sweater that hugged her teenage breasts wonderfully, and a pair of not-too-tight, but form fitting slacks. Sensibly attired, but still gorgeous, and what was that delicious scent? Our eyes met, and held for a few, intense seconds. I was smitten all over again.
She smiled. "Hi. Please come in. We're not quite ready yet"
We? I thought it was a date with just the two of us.
"Hi, yourself! You look nice! I really like your perfume."
She actually batted her eyes and blushed! Score one for Dad! I like this being a gentleman! She looked so adorable, I almost lost it again. Fortunately, I'd worn a tight pair of jeans (tight, ball-crushing jeans were all the rage then), so any tumescence was easily kept to a polite minimum, even if it hurt like hell. She looked and smelled HOT.
I followed her into the house. Once again, I was mesmerized by the gentle tic-toc motion of her buttocks as she moved ahead of me. I knew everybody, except Riekie, who I had seen, but never been introduced until now. Up close, Riekie was even more lovely than I remembered from school. She was also very easy going, and I instantly felt comfortable with her. Lovely as she was, though, my eyes that night were only for Carol. Carol made the formal introduction. Her mother came out to meet me. She welcomed me like a member of the family, and put me at ease. Bob came down stairs.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
Carol blushed. Riekie caught it, and spoke up. "Oh, we're sorry, Dave. When Dad heard it was Carol's first date, he insisted that Bob and I go with you. Mom thought he was being silly, but that was his rule. We did get him to let her stay out to 11, though, because we're going to be with you. So we can all go to Long's after the movie, if you still want to..."
Who did Bob Sr. think I was? Attila the Hun, out to rape and pillage his little girl? Then again, she looked so hot, maybe he was wiser than I thought...
I shrugged it off. "That's OK. I understand. My dad made the same rule for Val." Carol visibly relaxed. That let me relax.
"Is everyone ready now? OK! Lets go watch a movie!"
We left, and walked the short distance to the show. Carol walked beside me, Riekie and Bob brought up the rear. We talked about silly teen age things. School, cars, what we like to do, that sort of thing. I found out that Carol was something of an artist, and loved to draw. She wanted to go to ArtCollege after high school.
When we got to the theatre, I paid for Carol's and my tickets. Riekie and Bob each paid their own way. At least I was allowed to pay my girl's way! My girl! Another profound concept! My girl! I liked the sound of that. I don't remember much of the movie. Carol sat beside me the whole time. She, like me was a little stiff, at first, but as Riekie and Bob kept up a constant low level banter we were able to relax. I was electrified.
Our shoulders were in constant contact because of the seat design in that old theatre. I was getting off on that little bit of physical contact. Her arm was resting on the armrest between our seats. I had to keep my hands in my lap. Half-way through the movie, my arms were getting cramped from sitting like that. Without thinking, I stretched a bit to loosen my shoulders. I forgot her arm was occupying the lone arm rest, and promptly put my hand on hers. She jumped a little at the sudden contact. I realized what I'd done, and gently started to pull away, but suddenly, I found some very warm and welcome fingers entwine through mine. Our hand holding was a little stiff and guarded at first, but soon we both relaxed. By the end of the movie, her head was even leaning a bit on my shoulder, and our hand holding had become totally natural. I was in seventh heaven. Needless to say, my 15 year old cock was in a permanent state of arousal.
When the movie let out, we were so comfy, we didn't want to move, for fear of spoiling the moment. But we had to go, so I got up first. My hard-on had gone down a bit, and with the tight jeans was down my leg, instead of tenting out in front, but it was still noticeable. As she turned in her seat to get up, Carol's eyes were level with my dick. I heard her catch her breath a bit. Her eyes grew big, but there was no fear in them. She smiled up at me. I held out my hand to help her up. She took it and kept it. We walked out of the theatre holding hands.
As we strolled up the street toward Long's Restaurant, holding hands with my girl (My girl! God! I could get used to that!), I heard Riekie and Bob giggling behind us. I looked back to see what they were on about. When I did, they shut up. Next thing I know, Riekie cruised up on my open side, and slipped her arm through mine.
"If it's good enough for Carol, it's good enough for me."
She laughed. Right then, it was the perfect thing for her to have done. Carol squeezed my hand a little tighter, and cuddled in a lot closer. Her offhand crossed over and gripped my arm so she could pull herself in. I had it made!
There I was, walking up the street. Arm-in-arm and holding hands with two of the most beautiful girls in town! I felt like the king of the world.
We got to the restaurant, and ordered our snacks. When they came, Carol and I had the devil's own time trying to eat gooey sundaes and still hold hands. We didn't ever want to let go. Necessity and practicality won out over new love, though, and we separated long enough to finish our treats. I think we raced to see who would finish first. We kept stealing glances at each other, and we giggled constantly. It's a wonder we didn't choke ourselves, wolfing down our sundaes and giggling at the same time. Finally, the sundaes were done, and our hands automatically joined. As our hands came together, Carol sighed contentedly, and laid her head on my shoulder. Riekie and Bob both noticed. They weren't finished yet, and they left us to ourselves. Neither of them said anything to embarrass us. They were true friends. While Riekie and Bob took their time finishing their treats, Carol and I just cuddled side by side, rhythmically squeezing each other's hand. We talked a little bit. The other two kept up a lively chatter until it was time to leave.
Back on the street, Riekie steered Bob in front if us. Carol and I brought up the rear this time. We just held hands, and strolled along. She still had her head on my shoulder. It couldn't have been all that comfortable for her to walk that way, but I sure enjoyed it. Finally, as we strolled up a darkened street toward their house, I broke our grip, and quietly slid my right arm around her waist. She stiffened a bit, then relaxed. Her head lay fully on my shoulder now, and she seemed a lot more comfortable. We were still holding hands, but now she had her right hand on mine, and she was squeezing it delightfully.
We got back to their house. Riekie said something quietly to Bob, and they slipped into the house, leaving Carol and I alone out side. I brought my arm around, bringing her with it, so she was facing me. She looked up into my eyes. I was lost in their depths.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Mmm-hmm. A really good time."
"Can we do it again?"
"Mmm-hmm. Just say when."
Our faces were coming close together. I saw her nervously wet her lips with her tongue. It was so erotic, I almost lost it.
"How 'bout Saturday? Roller skating?"
"OK..."
Our lips touched. Lightly. It wasn't the kiss that killed Cleopatra and Marc Anthony, but it was great for us. Our lips barely touched, but that simple touch was electric for both of us. We drew back slowly, both breathing hard, though really we had done very little.
"It's getting close to curfew. We'd better go in before your Mom comes looking."
We stared into each others eyes for a few more minutes, then went into the house.
I called Dad. He came and picked me up. Carol saw me to the door. When she thought no one was looking, she reached up and gave me a little peck on the lips.
"See you Saturday."
"See you Saturday."
I floated on a cloud out to the car.
Dad saw me coming, grinning like a fool.
"Christ! The women claimed another good man, I think. I'll be lucky to get any work out of you now. You'll just be mooning around over that young filly and be absolutely useless." Then he laughed in delight. I just kept grinning like a fool. "That good, huh?" He shook his head and took me home.
That was my first date with Carol Anne Scott. It was NOT our last. We went to the show every Tuesday and roller skating every Saturday. As the summer progressed, so did we. Her dad still made Riekie and Bob chaperone us on dates, but they were true friends. They let us have as much private space as we needed, and still, maintain propriety. We were only able to kiss good night. That was the only time, for a very few precious minutes, that we were allowed to be truly alone. Riekie, and even boorish Bob, sensed our need for this time to ourselves, and made themselves scarce.
On our fourth date (that would be week 2), when we kissed good night, something happened. From our usual light embrace and tender kiss, suddenly our bodies were pressed hard against each other. My arms were around her, pulling her in close, as if I was trying to merge the two into one. Her arms were wrapped so tight around my neck, I thought it might break.
As our lips pressed against each other's, I instinctively opened my mouth to breathe. At about the same time, she did the same. Suddenly, we were kissing full open-mouthed. Our heads had turned slightly, and we able to breath as we made out. Instinctively, my tongue probed her mouth, and she welcomed it in! I swear I heard the Halleluiah chorus! Then her tongue was invading my mouth. We tasted each other. We swapped spit. It was glorious! We were so involved, the world could have burned down around us, and we would not have known — or cared. We tongue-dueled for an eternity, moaning into each other's mouths. Her body was pressed up against mine. My erection was raging. Somehow it didn't matter anymore. I was no longer embarrassed about it. Maybe feeling her mons pressed tight against it, gently squirming, had a lot to do with it. All I knew was, having an erection around this wonderful being, was no longer a problem. It even seemed that under the right circumstances it might be welcomed...
"Ahem!"
We thought we heard something.
"AHEM!!"
We were sure we heard something, but were too involved to investigate. More sucking and moaning.
"A-A-HE-E-E-E-M-M!!!"
We finally broke apart to see what all the racket was. There was Riekie. She looked a little flushed. She pointed at her watch, but didn't utter a word. We nodded. She turned and went back in the house.
We were both breathing hard and fast. I held her loosely in my arms. We stood gazing, love struck, into the other's eyes as our breathing settled down to near normal. Carol had the most delightful flush on her face. Somehow, I instinctively knew what caused it.
"Wow. That was awesome! Was it good for you, too? I wanted to never let go. That was the most intense thing I've ever felt!"
I was babbling. She just stepped a little closer, with her hands on my chest. She laid her head against my chest and cooed contentedly.
She looked up. "Oh Dave, that was wonderful."
From the tone of her voice, and the look in her eyes, if I wasn't madly in love with her before, I most certainly was now.
Finally, fearing Riekie might come back out, or worse, her mother, we strolled into the house, holding hands. Riekie met us just inside the door.
"Oh good, here you are. I was afraid Mom was gonna come get you. I didn't want that. You guys looked just so hot! I didn't want to break it up, but I had to."
Riekie as friend went up another notch in my estimation. We may have been 'hot', but she was cool.
"Dave, you better call your dad. It's later than usual. I bet they're starting to get worried."
I went to call my dad. While I was on the phone, I heard Riekie exclaim to Carol in her patented stage whisper.
"You guys were really Frenching? It looked so-o-o hot. Joanne told me Frenching was gross, but if it makes you look like you two, I want some!" I know she was trying to keep it quiet. Her mother didn't hear, but I did.
My dad arrived a few minutes later. Carol walked me to the door. She was looking dreamy-eyed. I saw Riekie peeking around the door frame at the other end of the porch. I couldn't resist. I pulled Carol to me. We embraced torridly. Our lips met in one last, lingering French kiss. I heard a gasp and a thump. I think Riekie fainted. I know Carol and I almost did. We both staggered when we separated a lifetime later. We didn't say anything to each other. We didn't have to. Our eyes said it all. I finally let her go, and floated out to the car. Dad had seen it all. We were framed in the doorway with the light behind us. He didn't say a thing. He just grinned.
Strangely enough, despite Dad's dire prediction to the contrary, instead of mooning around over this girl, I felt invigorated, charged up. I worked harder than I ever did. It felt good, too. We soon had the hay done for that year. The weather that year had been fantastic. The hay came on early and abundant. We were able to get started earlier than usual, and finished early. We hadn't been milking for several years and now raised beef. They were on pasture, only needing an occasional fence check, so there weren't many chores. We sold off all the pigs in the spring, and didn't get any more because the pork market was so depressed. I finally had some free time besides evenings until the grain came on in late July, early August.
I hung out with the Scott kids every day and the four of us became inseparable. Carol and I had that special bond. Her brother and sister knew it, and respected it. They gave us lots of time to be alone, now. We weren't on formal dates except on Tuesday and Saturday nights, so they figured their dad's rule could be bent.
Carol and I didn't waste that time alone, either. We explored our new-found passion. We frequently ended up in a French clinch, tongues probing, mouths sucking. I know we had an audience several times. I caught glimpses of Riekie slipping away when she thought she wasn't seen. I told Carol what I thought I'd seen. She just giggled and said, that pretty as she was and a year older, Riekie had less experience with boys than she did, and she thought she just wanted to learn by observation — the 'scientific method'.
If Riekie wanted to be a voyeur, that was Ok by me. Whenever I thought she was watching, I'd give Carol a little nudge, and we'd turn the heat up even more, just for Riekie's benefit. But we didn't spend all our time necking, either. We spent time just walking, holding hands, or my favourite, with my arm around her waist, and her holding that hand with hers, her head on my shoulder. When we weren't together, we spent hours on the phone. Sometimes we wouldn't talk, just listen to the other breathe. First love, for us, was in full bloom. I don't think it ever gets any sweeter than that. We talked and joked and played and learned about each other. It was an idyll.
A couple times, during some of our heavier necking sessions, my hand strayed to her breast. I never tried to get my hand inside her top. I especially avoiding going below her waist. That would be expecting too much. She'd allow it for a few minutes, and even arch her back and moan in obvious enjoyment. But then, she'd gently push my hand away, and whisper.
"Stop. I like that, I like it too much, but somebody might see us. We have to be careful. We don't want my parents to stop us seeing each other."
She was absolutely right. Carol didn't mind me touching her. She even enjoyed it, but it just wasn't safe. With Riekie sneaking up to watch us all the time, it was just too risky to try anything more intimate. While she thought our necking was "hot", and liked to watch, I had the very strong feeling Riekie would freak out and make it difficult for us if she thought we were doing anything else.
One day, somewhere around the end of June, the haying was almost finished. I had a free day, so was naturally at the Scotts' -- with Carol. We were lying together on a blanket in their back yard. Riekie and Bob figured we were safe out here, so they left us alone, and went to do their own things. It was a quiet, peaceful day. Warm, beautiful. High, fluffy clouds gently floating past. A perfect early summer day. One for just lazing around. Her mom knew we were out there, so we didn't get into any of our really torrid clinches. We just lay back on the blanket and watched the clouds drift by, Carol cuddled under my arm. Occasionally, we'd exchange soft, tender, loving kisses. Carol seemed to have something on her mind. Finally, she turned to me, a questioning look on her face.
"That first day we met?..."
I went on guard.
"Yeah?"
"How did you feel? When you first met me... that day... I mean?"
She was fishing for something. My dad always told me, regardless of the outcome ALWAYS tell the truth. But, I wasn't sure where she was going with this, so I fished a little myself.
"What do you mean? I think it's obvious. I liked you, at least enough to ask you out 2 days later."
I gave her a little truth, enough; I hoped to find out what she really wanted.
"Not that, Silly. How did you feel. I can't explain it right, I guess. Let me try again: what was your first reaction -- to me?"
Finally! But what would I tell her? Another light went on in my head ( I'd soon have enough of those to light a stadium I think). Another epiphany! (If I had any more of these, I'd have to take the cloth!) Here was my golden opportunity to actually tell her how I felt. We'd inferred it by touch and look, but never verbalized it. I just had to be careful. I didn't want to scare her off by being too emotional. Yeah, right! As soon as I opened my mouth, the whole thing just poured out. ALL OF IT.
"You want it from the beginning?"
A soft nod. A breathed,"Yes..."
Once I got started, it just rushed out without interruption until I just sort of ran down.
"When you opened that door, I thought I was seeing a vision. I was staggered, I was stunned. You were just too beautiful to be real. And when you gave that little laugh, I though an angel sang just for me. I tried not to look at your body. I didn't want to make myself look like a total lecher, so I tried to look at the ground. All I saw was legs. Do you know you have the most incredibly beautiful legs I've ever seen? I doubt if I will ever see any more lovely or desirable (I was right, too). Then I looked up. The most amazing blue eyes, and I was lost in them. When our eyes met, they didn't just meet, they locked. There was something incredibly powerful that passed between us, some message, some electrical force!
"OH, I can't explain it, but it was POWERFUL. I knew INSTANTLY who you were, your full name. Everything! Carol Anne Scott! Bob had never mentioned any more than his sister Carol. I don't know how I knew, I just KNEW, and it's burned in my heart forever. And I knew that I LOVED Carol Anne Scott. Totally. Completely. Unreservedly. The instant our eyes met I knew I was totally, helplessly in love. Then you showed me where to put the machine. I followed you up the porch. Your hips and legs mesmerized me. I got hard. When you saw it, I thought my life was over, that you thought I was a pervert or something! I was utterly destroyed. I rushed home, locked myself in my room, and cried. I'd just met the girl, no, woman, of my dreams, and I blew it because I couldn't control my body. I was devastated."
I wound down and started to blubber.
"And now you probably do hate me for saying all that stuff, but I have to tell you, no matter what you think of me: Carol Anne Scott, I love you with all my soul."
I looked at her. There were tears in her eyes, too. She raised herself up at bit, and looked down at me. Strangely, her moist eyes were full of love and longing.
"That is the most beautiful thing I ever heard! Let me tell you my side. When you first came to the door, I saw a nice looking boy. He was one of Bob's friends. He wouldn't want anything to do with some old sister of Bob's, but he looked kinda cute. Then, when our eyes met, I felt the same thing you did. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure, that MY MAN was standing right there in front of me. I had a funny urge to throw myself in his arms right then. I think the only things that held me back were that big machine he was carrying and I didn't know who he was. I didn't even know his name!
"I never believed in love at first sight. I thought it was something that only happened in movies and Harlequin Romances. I couldn't quite grasp it, but I felt it. And then when you got hard and I saw it, I was so embarrassed that you saw me looking! When you rushed out, I thought you thought I was some street slut. I didn't go to my room and cry, but I did go there and dream. I think if I'd known your name, I wouldn't have been so slow to realize what I was feeling, and probably would have cried too.
"That one unknown kept me second guessing. And then you somehow managed to figure some things out. A heck of a lot faster than I did! When I heard your voice on the phone that first time, you said 'Hi! Carol?' My heart melted, and that's when I finally knew for sure. I loved this boy! I LOVED him, more than life itself. I almost fainted with that realization.
"That's why I asked you just now how you felt when you met me. I wanted to know if it was as powerful for you as it was for me. If it wasn't then I would have to get out before I really got hurt. You're my first, and only, boyfriend. I have no experience to judge by. Am I making any sense? And now I find out not only was it as powerful for you, I think it was maybe even more powerful, and I'm humbled. All I know right now, is listening to you pour your heart out has just about torn mine out with love. I just want to be with you forever. Now, what do you think of me?"
She flopped down on her back and stared blankly at the sky, spent from pouring her heart out.
I was completely overwhelmed. My heart was bursting with so much love, I could hardly breathe. That I loved Carol Anne Scott to the end of time was never in doubt for me. That she reciprocated that love, beyond all hope and expectation was almost beyond comprehension. I lay there, looking at the clouds for a few minutes, sorting and filing this new data, and to fully savor the absolute JOY I felt. Finally, I lifted up on my arm, and faced her. What's this? Tears were flowing down her cheeks, she was sobbing.
Gently, I lowered my face to hers and kissed the tears. Surprised she turned toward me.
"Why the tears, Carol Anne Scott? We just professed our mutual undying love, and you're sad? What did I do to make you so unhappy?"
"N-n-not unhappy... S-s-scared!"
I kissed hers eyes, brushed gently past her lips.
"Why?"
"Y-you were quiet so long... I thought I'd overdone it and scared you away. I was petrified you'd leave me. I know I wanted to hear what you felt, but I wasn't sure how you'd take what I felt. I scared myself."
Her hand came up behind my head and stroked my hair.
I continued to brush my lips past her eyes, kissing away the tears.
"How I'd take it? JOY! Absolute JOY! Against all hope, you told me what I wanted, no, longed to hear! It was so overwhelming, it took my breath away. I needed a few minutes to be able to even speak."
"You still love me?"
I laughed delightedly.
"No, Silly, I LOVE you... more than I can possibly describe."
I was close to tears again myself, only of happiness.
"Oh, you're making me cry again, but it's a happy cry now. I love you so much!"
Despite the probability of being caught, we dissolved into a soul-searing kiss that lasted and lasted. When we broke, we were facing each other on the blanket. We exchanged little love kisses all over each others face. Eyes, ears, noses, cheeks, little lip pecks. The tenderness and love was overwhelming. Gradually we slowed down, cuddled close in each others arms. Murmuring sweet nothings, we drifted off into a dreamless sleep in the late afternoon lazy sunshine. We only came to when someone called us in for supper.
Our relationship had reached a new level. There was a new depth, a maturity, an open honesty that seemed almost beyond our years. Our friends noticed, but reserved comment. We developed a new respect for each other. As the days passed, we found more of each other to know and love. We still played and laughed and joked and talked and carried on like any other teenagers experiencing the first bloom of love. But when we looked into each others eyes, there was a "je-ne-sais-quoi' quality. Poorly described, it said we had each found our soul mate.
We went on like this, all through the rest of June and into early July.