I intended to do just that, but tonight I was to escort Tracy to her birthday party. Tracy met me at the door of her house, and I stood open-mouthed. She had on a sundress and it was obvious she didn’t have a bra on. Dear lord, her breasts should not be allowed anywhere near a 15-year-old boy. They were spectacular, and when she moved they would give a slight jiggle that had Mr. Happy suggesting all kinds of naughty things. I started to think he had some good ideas. No wonder he did my thinking every now and then.
She looked at my reaction and gave me a tight smile. I figured I’d better recover before I became the lecherous walking hormone I was acting like.
“Tracy, you take my breath away.”
I gave her a peck on the cheek and walked in the house, leaving her at the door to wonder what had just happened. Her dad had seen the whole thing and tried not to laugh at his daughter’s shocked reaction.
I stepped forward and introduced myself.
“Evening, I’m David Dawson.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked. I doubt any of Tracy’s friends had ever walked up to her dad and introduced themselves. He took my hand.
“Tom Dole. Are you the Bemoc my daughter’s been talking about?”
I gave him a mock look of surprise.
“Sir, I’m surprised your daughter would tell you her pet name for me.”
“Touché, I really don’t want to think about that.” I hoped that the Big Man on Campus thing was laid to rest. “I hear you got promoted to varsity after you set the freshman rushing record last week.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, but I got my head handed to me in the first practice.”
“Really? I saw the hits you were putting on Washington last week. I wouldn’t think the step up would be a problem for you.”
“Have you ever met Kevin Goode? We met head-to-head in a goal-line drill. I think he outweighs me by a ton,” I explained.
Mr. Dole got a pinched look on his face as he remembered high school football.
“I remember those drills. Did you fumble?”
“No, I fell on the ball.” I said, which made Mr. Dole crack up.
I heard Tracy behind me.
“Oh, David! Come here!”
It sounded like I wasn’t supposed to spend all my time talking to her dad. Someone needed a little attention. Her dad recognized the same thing.
“Sounds like you’ve been summoned. I’m in charge of the grill; how do you like your steak?”
“Medium rare,” I answered.
“Okay, I’ll pick out a nice one and save it for you. Now go make my daughter happy.”
“That is my sole goal tonight,” I said with a grin.
For my first talk with a parent of a girl I was interested in, that went well. I walked up to Tracy.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Tracy stood by a good-looking guy I didn’t recognize. He was a little taller than I was and had on preppy clothes. His sweater said Doers Academy. It was an exclusive boarding school in the next town over. Before Tracy could introduce us, I heard a familiar female voice.
“You never called me.”
She walked up to me and gave me a steamy kiss. I went bright red and I heard both Tracy and the boy next to her gasp. It was Robbie King from the sandwich shop. Once the kiss ended, I just stood there with a dumb expression on my face. Robbie decided to have a little fun with me.
“I mean seriously, you leave a girl all hot and bothered and then don’t call. What kind of guy does that?”
I shook my head, gathering my thoughts.
“I guess I deserved that, but I just figured you were too old for me.”
I was slugged by both Robbie and Tracy who said, ‘David!’ in unison.
“Hey, I can’t help it that she’s old,” I stage-whispered to Tracy.
Preppy-boy was cracking up.
“Yeah, my sister’s old.”
“Darryl!”
He got the same treatment from the girls.
“Hey, Darryl, I’m David. I hope you’re not offended I hit on your sister?”
That got me a look from him as he tried to put two and two together and hoped it wasn’t four. No brother really wants to think about his sister in a sexual way, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Actually, you’d be doing the family a favor. We can’t seem to marry her off.”
“So you hit on Robbie? When did this happen?” Tracy asked, obviously wanting some dirt.
“I went into the sandwich shop she works at. I asked for her phone number and she gave me a bogus number.”
“The VD clinic?” Darryl asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“Yep, she felt I needed it.”
“Well, after seeing the girl you were with I figured you might want it,” Robbie said, to get a little revenge.
“You hit on my sister while you were with another girl?” Darryl asked, as he gave me a look of awe.
I’d get Robbie back. It might not be right now, but I could be very patient. I decided to own it.
“Yeah, the girl I was with wanted a threesome, so we asked Robbie,” I said. Robbie’s eyes got big, so I finished, “... and that was when she gave me her real number.”
“You slut,” Tracy said. “I guess things are different in college.”
“Big boy, anytime you need a third for a threesome, you give me a call,” Robbie said as an evil glint came to her eyes.
The look on Darryl’s face got everyone to laugh. I knew when I was beat.
“You win, you win,” I said as I waved my hands in surrender.
I was surprised to find that Tracy’s birthday party wasn’t a full-blown bash. She told me later the confrontation with Bill Rogers made her decide to invite just a few friends. It turned out the only other guy was Darryl. Besides Tracy, there was Robbie and three of Tracy’s cheerleader friends: Mona Wingman, Sammie Goudy and Kim Sun. I was at least acquainted with everyone but Darryl, but I was starting to warm up to him.
After everyone got there, Tracy moved the party out to the pool. She had teased me about wearing my X-rated shorts at Beth’s, but I decided I’d wear my board trunks. Darryl surprised me when he came out in a speedo with the Doer Academy crest emblazoned across his butt; not a good look. It wasn’t that he was fat, but he was a solid guy. In my opinion, if you plan to wear a speedo, you need the body for it. You didn’t want a muffin top for that look.
Tracy put on a nice one-piece that highlighted her best assets. Robbie wore a bikini. She had an athletic body, but her thighs were a little heavy. It looked like the college-freshman spread had visited her. Mona had the best bottom in school—well, after Cindy Lewis. Mona was only five feet tall, but dang, she had on a little bikini that left half her bottom exposed. Sammie wore a very cute one-piece. She was an attractive girl, but she had no curves. Kim had picked a very sheer bikini. She was a sexy Asian. When we got into the water, I could have sworn she was nude, because the suit matched her skin tones.
We all jumped in the pool, and Darryl and I found ourselves in the deep end while the girls looked our way and giggled. I really didn’t want to know what they were talking about, so I decided I’d take the opportunity to see how Darryl knew Tracy. I guess the big question I had was did they have anything going on? I observed him check her out in a way that told me they were very familiar with each other.
“Are you going to have a problem if I hit on your sister?”
I think I surprised him, but I wanted to see if he took the bait. He didn’t seem comfortable, but guys learn early not to cross the women in their lives when it came to their relationships. I knew his answer before he even said it. My goal was to make him think we weren’t interested in the same girl.
“I guess that would be okay.”
“Hey man, if you would rather I didn’t, just let me know,” I offered.
He thought about it for a while.
“Honestly, I would rather you didn’t. She’s in a new relationship with a guy I like. They’re good together.”