“After school I’m meeting Cindy to, ah, study. Do you think you can find your way home?”
My older brother was a legend when it came to girls. All my friends gave him rock-star status. The funny thing was, my brother wasn’t the best-looking dude in school. If the rumors were true, he’d slept with half the cheerleading squad and most of the other hot girls. He had a long list of cutest girls going out with him since he was a freshman. His current girlfriend was Cindy Lewis.
Every man rates a girl in the first three seconds of meeting her. Yes, we would never admit this to a girl, but we do. For Cindy the rating went like this. First, she’s definitely a 9 to 9.5 on looks alone. I think I subconsciously deducted a half point because she was dating someone. If I were to judge her as a total stranger, and not knowing about her going out with my brother, she would be a solid 9.5.
Second, her breasts were sized somewhere between grapefruits and melons. I would give them a solid 9. Now her butt is another story. I love a fine bottom. Cindy had one of the top five butts in our school. Her butt rated a 10.
Finally, of course, is ‘Would you bang her?’ This goes from, ‘Right here in front of everyone!’ all the way down to, ‘Not even with my worst enemy’s willy!’
Overall, I would rate Cindy a solid 9 out of 10. She’d always been the type to go out with the current Ken-doll jock type. I would say she was odds-on favorite for Homecoming Queen this year. When she agreed to go out with my brother, everyone was shocked. The strange thing was, if the rumors were true, my brother had stopped dating other girls. It looked like this was his first serious girlfriend. His almost three-year streak of a new girl each month had ended.
If you had told me that my brother was off the market, I would have laughed. It wasn’t that he went out with multiple girls. He actually had a couple of firm rules. The first was never go out with a girl who’s in a relationship. The second was while you were with someone, you didn’t cheat. By some unspoken agreement, girls seemed to go out with Greg for 3 to 6 weeks, and then they moved on.
What always amazed me was you never heard a bad thing about Greg. It seemed everyone he dated truly liked him, even after they stopped seeing him. Somehow they set expectations where what they were doing was for fun. Because no one expected the relationship to get serious, no one was disappointed.
The best thing about being Greg’s brother was hot older girls flirted with me. They went out of their way to stop and talk to me. I knew they weren’t interested in me. The conversation always turned to questions about my big brother. What it did was make me comfortable talking to them. Most guys my age became a quivering mess; I just took it in stride.
My friends were a different matter. If they saw a varsity cheerleader saunter up to me and give me a hip-check, they would just about pee themselves. Junior and senior girls didn’t talk to guys our age.
When we pulled into the parking lot, the rain had stopped. The sky was still angry, and you could see the spider web of lightning flashes in the distance. The humidity would be killer today, with the temperature expected to be in the low 90s.
Greg spotted Cindy waiting by her car. She melted into his arms when they met. Cindy wore a white button-up blouse and a plaid pleated skirt. She looked like the porn-star version of a Catholic schoolgirl. She had long, straight, dark brown hair that came down to the middle of her back. I thought her best features, besides the obvious ones, were her pale blue eyes and her pouty lips. Whenever you saw her, you could just imagine falling into those eyes and kissing her. She looked exceptional today. I adjusted her rating to a solid 10. The deciding factor was I would do her in the parking lot in front of Greg.
She spun Greg so his back was to the car and pressed her body into his. He reached down, slid his hand up the back of her legs and pulled her skirt up as he groped her. Holy cow, she was wearing a thong! I had an instant physical reaction and she jumped to an 11. Okay, 11’s aren’t allowed, but she was perfect. Her skin was flawless, and the shape of her bottom would fit into your palms perfectly. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of her butt. I decided this would be my new religion. I zoned out as I admired Cindy. Her perfect teenage butt would be masturbatory material for the next few weeks. On further inspection, it was obvious her summer had included tanning nude.
Tami broke my concentration.
“Pick your tongue up off the ground,” she said as she smacked me in the back of the head.
I gave her a wink.
“I think my brother’s in love.”
Tami nodded.
“I think you have the hots for your brother’s girl.”
I hated it when she could read me. I didn’t even bother to respond because we both knew it was true.
They broke their kiss and Cindy looked over at me and smiled.
“Looks like both the Dawson boys are happy to see me. David, you got big over the summer!” she said, as she stared at my obvious problem.
I about died as I headed to the front door. I could hear Cindy giggle as I hurried off. Tami just shook her head and followed my hasty retreat.
CONSTRUCTED IN THE late ’50s, Lincoln High was built to accommodate the baby boomers. Beyond the change of seasons, there never seemed to be any difference to the campus. Whenever they added a new building, it always looked old before it was half completed. The sameness to the place was somehow soothing. I approached the school and took in its old façade. I was full of hope for the coming year.
My friends Jeff Rigger and Alan Douglas met me at the front door. Jeff was a tall, dorky kid who currently had on a butterfly t-shirt. Seriously, you wear a butterfly t-shirt for your first day of high school? I just shook my head—not that I was cool by any stretch of the imagination, but just wow!
Alan still hadn’t hit his growth spurt. What was the best way to describe Alan? Alan had, let’s say, unfortunate hair. His hair was curly, and not in a nice way. It reminded people of a shaggy poodle. He was also slightly overweight, so his pudgy face combined with the hair made him the target of a lot of teasing. To top it off, he was both hyperactive and bossy. The combination was just too funny. Jeff and I cracked up when he started to tell everyone what to do.
When my friends saw me walk up, they both stiffened. I must have been a bigger jerk last year than I realized. I definitely had some fences to mend. Luckily, they saw Tami with me and I caught her giving them a nod. I could see them visibly relax. My best friend was going to make starting freshman year go better than I deserved.
As I walked up Alan laughed.
“Got some wood this morning, David? What set you off?”
I dropped my book bag in front of me so it hid my current state. Tami just smiled and let me twist in the wind; some friend she was. One thing I’d learned from Greg was you never kiss and tell. I figured it wasn’t my place to tell everyone Cindy and Greg’s business, so I just smirked.
“If you haven’t noticed, there’s a stiff wind out there today,” I explained.
Jeff chuckled.
“I know what you mean. I get one of those every time I turn around. This morning it was looking at the bus driver, and she’s like 50 or something. But man, she has big tits.”
Go figure, a teenage boy and hormones.
It started to rain again. We all hurried inside. As soon as I went through the front door, the skies opened up. I glanced out the door and I saw Peggy Pratt run up the sidewalk. She looked like a drowned rat. I had swimming for PE this semester and I had a towel in my backpack. I hate the feel of the ones they handed out in gym. I pulled it out and held the door with it draped over my arm as she ran in.
“For you, madam,” I said.
Peggy was a junior and one of Greg’s ex-girlfriends. I really liked her. No, that wasn’t right, I really liked her. I struggled to understand why people didn’t love the things I loved. For instance: I once went to a piano bar with my dad and there was this woman singing. I loved her. I couldn’t figure out why there were only 30 or so people at this bar. She should have been a top 40 artist! Who wouldn’t love this? Me, I loved natural redheads. I adored alabaster skin, freckles and green eyes, the whole redhead fantasy girl.