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"What about Debbie and Rick?" I'd asked Joyce as she
and I were walking from church to my house the next day. She and I had
double dated with Debbie Peters and Rick Carlson.
"What about them?"
"Well, it looked as if they were doing some pretty
heavy necking last night."
"Probably not as heavy as it would have been if
we'd not been along."
"So do you think they're doing it?" I'd asked.
Since I'd started dating Joyce I had developed a sudden interest in everyone
else's sex life.
"I guess by `doing it,' you mean are they having
"Embarrassed to say it, Rob," she teased.
"Yeah, kind of."
"Well, get over it. Your embarrassment, I mean."
"I'm trying. This is all still new to me."
"Having a girl friend, double dating, all that?"
"Well, to answer your question, yeah, probably."
"So you really think they're doing...I mean, you
think they're having sex?
"Didn't you say they'd been dating since junior
"At least. They`ve known each other all their lives."
"So, yeah, they probably are having sex. Either
way, I guess it doesn't really matter."
"Yeah, Rob, it doesn't really matter."
"So how do you figure?"
"Well, as a comparison, if you and I were `doing
it,' which we aren't and won't, it could make a huge difference."
"Considering what we talked about last night, I
agree it isn't likely." I grinned at our private joke. It earned me a playful
jab on the shoulder.
"Really, Rob, you and I want to go on to college.
We want to get out of this town. We both have at least an idea of what
life might offer us. But Debbie and Rich will probably get married as soon
as they graduate from high school next spring. If they go to college, which
they probably won't, they'll go together, live in one of those married
student apartments and be as happy as a couple of bunnies." She took my
hand as we rounded the corner onto Pine.
"So you're saying their life would be more or less
the same whether they are having sex now or not?"
"But for us, it would be a potential disaster."
"Yes, definitely." She smiled up at me as we turned
to go up the steps to our house.
We lived in a house my grandparents had built in
1927. They almost lost it in the Great Depression, but held on, raised
my dad and his two sisters there and left it to my folks when they died.
I can't remember living any place else. It's a two story bungalow with
one bedroom down and three up, very typical of Spring River.
As we entered the front door, the odors of lunch
wafted from the kitchen. My folks had driven home and gotten there before
Joyce and me. I could hear their voices as they finished things up.
My brother Ted was home for the weekend and he
and his girlfriend, Betty, were sitting on the sofa together looking at
the Sunday paper.
"Hi, slow pokes," Ted said as we came in. "Did
you enjoy the walk?"
"Yeah, big brother, we did," I grinned at him.
He grinned back. Betty smiled but said nothing.
Ted always said she'd make a great wife.
"Do you think I could help your mother in the kitchen?"
Joyce asked. She'd met Ted before and knew Betty from last year at school,
so no introductions were necessary.
"I don't know. Let's go see." As we headed back
through the dining room I saw that the table was set. In the kitchen Dad
was carving roast beef Mom had left in the oven while we'd been at church.
"Hi, Mom. We're home and Joyce wondered if we could
help get lunch on the table."
"Thank you, dear, but we're almost ready. Go get
your brother and you kids sit down." She was taking hot rolls out of the
oven as Dad carried the platter into the dining room.
I retrieved the big pitcher of iced tea from the
frig and the six of us settled around the table for lunch.
If you didn't grow up in the South you probably
don't really understand the importance of Sunday Lunch. I know a big meal
after church was a normal thing for families everywhere. Maybe it still
is. But in Mississippi in those days, it was more than a meal, it was an
institution. It was a ritual. Ted and I used to kid between ourselves that
even if the Bomb was dropped or the Mississippi River dried up, our mother
would manage somehow to put Sunday lunch on the table.
It was the one meal of the week when we all routinely
sat down together with Dad and Ted and me wearing our coats and ties. Mother
was always in the dress she'd worn to church and the menu rarely changed.
We always had either beef roast or baked chicken, an assortment of overcooked
vegetables, hot homemade rolls and some sort of cake or pie for dessert.
Dad said a blessing and we all responded with an
There was the usual polite conversation while the
food was passed. Dr. Johnson's sermon would get a good going over and any
news or gossip we'd heard at church would be exchanged. I later learned
that while the menu was somewhat more varied at the Lynn home the routine
was not all that different. The one major difference between lunch at our
house and Toplist Cz Erotika theirs was that there was wine on the table, not iced tea.
"So when are you two heading back to Oxford, Ted?"
I asked when there was a lull in the conversation. We'd both been out late
the night before and had hardly talked.
"We'll have to leave about four," he said from
across the table. Ted lived in his fraternity house. Betty had pledged
a sorority, but being a first semester freshman and still a pledge, was
living in a dorm. As soon as she could, she'd move into her sorority house.
"Are your classes going well?" Joyce said.
"Okay, I guess," Ted responded. "I guess I'm going
to go ahead and declare a business major. I don't have to do it until the
end Toplist Cz Erotika of next semester but I don't see any reason to wait."
"Good idea, Son," Dad agreed. "You know what you're
doing so you might just as well make it official"
"What are you studying, Betty?" Joyce asked.
"Oh, I`m just taking the usual freshman classes,
but I think I'll be going into the elementary education program."
"I think that's a very sensible major for a young
woman, Betty," Mother said. Mother was very much in favor of sensible majors.
"Rob said you were planning on going back east
for college, Joyce," Ted said.
"Yes," Joyce said, smiling across the table at
Betty and him.
"Do you know what you'll study yet, dear?" my mother
"Oh, yes. I intend to study classics and art history,
Everyone was silent for a moment. "I don't suppose
there's much demand for that around here," my father said.
"No, sir, probably not," Joyce smiled as her hand
found mine under the table.
My family might not have been too excited about
Joyce's academic interests, but they were clearly impressed by her. She
was beautiful, she was the only daughter, and only child, of a local physician.
Dr. Lynn might have only been in practice in Spring River for a year, but
he was already well regarded. It didn't hurt in my parents' view of things,
that the Lynns lived in one of the nicest houses in town. All told, my
family was also impressed that Joyce and I were going steady. For a guy
who had never dated before, it was as if I was starting at the top.
Later that afternoon Joyce asked my mother is she
could help in the kitchen. That in itself was worthy of some points in
my mother's estimation. I wandered in as Joyce was putting something in
the refrigerator, her back to me, but clearly in plain sight of my mother.
It was the perfect set-up for the little routine we'd practiced just the
I walked quietly across the kitchen and put my
arms firmly around Joyce's waist. She protested a little, just as I knew
she would. I leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. Mother
made a little humming sound behind me and I knew she had seen the whole
Our efforts were also rewarded by a few comments
from my father later that evening. I had walked Joyce home and came back
to the house to find Dad alone in the living room reading the papers. We
subscribed to the local paper and the Memphis Commercial Appeal. Dad said
he needed it to keep up with the big city competition but it certainly
made for a lot of clutter.
"Sit down, Rob," Dad said as I came in. I did as
asked, and he went on. "Joyce seems to be a very nice girl."
"Yes, sir. She's great."
"Your mother told me you and she were causing a
few sparks in the kitchen after lunch."
I tried to look appropriately embarrassed, but
had trouble hiding my amusement. "Well, sir, just a few."
"Well, young man, it's been my observation that
if there are a few sparks in public there may be a whole lot more in private."
"Well, Joyce Lynn is a very nice girl, Rob. She
certainly comes from a very respectable family."
He paused and put down the paper. "You two have
only been dating a few weeks, right?"
"Well, we don't want to see things moving too fast."
"Your mother and I were talking about this art
and classy major she says she wants to do."
"Well, whatever. What, exactly, would you do with
a degree like that?"
"Teach, I guess, or work in a museum."
"Well, that might be all right, then. We don't
have a museum but they're always looking for teachers at the high school."
"I think Joyce would look Toplist Cz Erotika for university teaching
positions, Dad, not high school."
"Well, I know her folks aren't from around here,
so I guess she isn't all that interested in spending her life in Spring
"No, sir, probably not."
"Well, something to bear in mind, Rob. We wouldn't
want to see you settling too far from home."
I resisted saying more and the conversation ended.
But once again, I was reminded of how differently my family and I saw things.
A week before Homecoming, Joyce told me she was
spending Saturday night at the Campbell's house. It was a sort of bunking
party for the Homecoming Queen and her two attendants, Pat Campbell and
I knew some schools only announced the finalists
for the "Homecoming Court" in advance of the actual event. Then the announcement
of the queen and king comes as a big surprise at the Homecoming dance.
At Spring River, we'd always done it differently.
The names of the queen and king and the two couples who were going to be
the attendants, were all announced a few weeks in advance. There were no
surprises that way, but at least the girls could choose their dresses and
make other plans with greater ease. It was traditional for the queen to
wear a white formal and for her attendants to wear pastels. I sort of thought
Joyce and Pat and Debbie had something up their sleeves, but she hadn't
said anything and I hadn't asked.
What girls did on occasions like that, and why
the three of them were inclined to spend the night talking about the big
event, was a mystery to me, but I figured Joyce knew what she was doing.
The day after Joyce told me about the bunking party,
Rick Carlson came over to me in the locker room after football practice.
Rick and I had known each other since childhood but he had never been among
my closest friends. That had begun to change since Joyce and I had started
going steady. He and Debbie liked to double date with Joyce and me and
I kidded him about just liking the big backseat of my Dad's Buick.
"You hear the girls have stuff going on together
this weekend?" he'd said as I toweled off after showering. Rick was naked,
too, and I couldn't help notice how well his body was filling out. He and
I had been part of a bunch of guys who'd gone skinny Toplist Cz Erotika
dipping together during
the summer since we were kids, but the guy was definitely putting on muscle.
"Yeah, Joyce told me."
"So what do you think, you want to hang out?"
"Just you and me?"
"Yeah. If Danny was here we could ask him, too,
but he isn't."
Danny Carter, who'd gone steady with Pat Campbell
for the last year or so, was a freshman at Mississippi State in Starkville.
He'd be back for Homecoming weekend, but not before.
"Sure, what do you have in mind?" I hurriedly thought
of films showing and realized there weren't any I hadn't already seen with
"I have an idea," he said. "Just keep Saturday
free and I'll let you know."
The next morning, as we were walking to school,
Joyce brought it up. "Debbie said Rick asked you to do something with him
"Yeah, he did."
"Any idea what he's got in mind?"
"Nope, he just said he'd tell me later."
"Probably male bonding. You know, kicking over
outhouses or seeing who can drink the most beer."
"Oh, that sounds great! Maybe I'd better tell him
I can't make it."
"No," Joyce had grinned, "go. Guys need to do that
sort of thing."
On Thursday Rick asked me if I was still on for
the weekend. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you have in mind?"
"I needed to ask my uncle before I suggested it,
but he has a cabin down near Wayside. We can have it for the weekend."
"The weekend? So this isn't just for Saturday night."
"I think if you check with Joyce you'll find out
she is tied up Friday evening too. The girls have something going on. I
think they are going to have fittings for their dresses. I figure we might
just as well head out tomorrow after school and leave them to it."
"I don't know if I can take a car for that long.
And besides, I'd have to be back Sunday morning."
"No problem. My uncle has an old Ford we can use.
He calls it his fishing car. And no further than the cabin is, we can drive
in any time you want."
"Well, I guess I should get Toplist Cz Erotika home in time to change
for church. I'm going home with Joyce after the service for lunch with
"Oh, this is sounding serious, Rob. She's taking
you home to meet the parents!"
"I've met them already. No big deal, just lunch."
"Well, from what I've seen of you two, it's getting
I didn't answer. I was still learning and had no
idea how to fend off comments like that.
"So are you okay going out to the cabin after school
"Yeah, I guess so. We don't have football practice
or a game on Saturday so we might just as well enjoy it."
Joyce was all for Rick and me heading off for the
weekend together. "I get the feeling you've never really had a close friend,
Rob." She looked at me as if she expected me to deny it. When I didn't,
she went on. "Rick is a nice guy. You should get to know some guys better.
Just go and enjoy it."
"Okay, Joyce, I will, but I do feel very uncomfortable
with it. I just don't know how to relate to guys like Rick."
"Do you realize how funny that sounds coming from
the captain of the football team?"
"Yeah, I guess so, but it's true. He'll probably
want to talk about Debbie all weekend and I never know how to respond."
"Just smile and don't say anything. He'll probably
think you know everything there is to know about girls and be asking you
questions before the weekend is over."
"Oh, great. Then what do I say?"
"Just smile knowingly and say `Rich, there are
some things you just have to learn for yourself.'"
"That might work. This afternoon he made some comment
about us, about how serious we seemed to be getting. I almost panicked."
"Well, just keep mum and let him think whatever
"Yeah, I guess that really is the best advice."
Friday was a warm day and the forecast was for
a warm weekend. Rick and I loaded up our stuff after school and headed
south on Highway One. By five o'clock we were at the cabin. It wasn't much
but I figured it would be fun for a couple of days. There was one big room
with a couple of old sofa beds and a fireplace. At one end there was a
kitchen with a gas range and a refrigerator which made a deep rattling
noise when we turned it on but never seemed to get too cool. We brought
along two gallons of milk and there had been no mention of beer. Maybe
Joyce was wrong about male bonding.
"Let's get the rest of the food in, then maybe
we can go for a swim," Rick said after we got the place opened up. It smelled
stuffy, as if it hadn't been used for a while.
"I think we should just leave the food in the ice
chest, at least until we see if the frig is really going to cool down."
"Good idea. I hate warm milk."
We got the rest of the stuff in and carried in
wood for a fire. It was warm but we both figured it would get cool later.
"You ready for a swim?" Rick asked when we finished.
"Sure," I responded. "I didn't bring a bathing
suit. I guess we don't need them."
"Nah, there's nobody around this time of year."
It wasn't like we hadn't seen each other naked before. Summer skinny dipping
and locker rooms should have made it more or less normal for me, but it
"I guess I didn't expect it to be warm enough to
swim this time of year."
"I know. You can never tell, though. The water
may be cold."
"Is that the river or what?"
"It's a lake, one of those bow lakes, you know,
an old channel of the river that got cut off in floods when the course
"Well, let's give it a try." I began pulling off
my shoes, followed by my shirt and jeans. "I brought a towel," I said as
I rummaged in my canvas duffle bag."
"Keep it for later. There are a bunch in the cupboard."
Rich walked across the room wearing only his jockeys
and removed two big beach towels from a cabinet I hadn't noticed before.
It was hidden behind the pine paneling so that the doors were almost lost
in the larger expanse of wood.
"Here," he said, tossing me one of the towels.
"Lose the undies." Rick took off the rest of his clothes and then went
into the little bathroom, returning with a bar of soap.
I pulled off my jockey shorts, wrapped the towel
around my waist and followed him out the door.
We went across a small screened porch and down
three steps to the grassy slope. The old screen door banged shut behind
us. It was a hundred yards to the water's edge but Rich made no effort
to cover his naked body. His towel hung precariously over his left shoulder
as he walked along in front of me. No tan lines, I noticed. Like me, the
hot summer afternoons of skinny dipping had left his body with a glowing,
uniform tone. He really did have a great body, I thought again as his tight
butt bounced along in front of me Toplist Cz Erotika toward the shore. With the towel slung
casually over his shoulder he looked like one of those classical statues
of an athlete, ready for the games.
I made no move to catch up with him as he moved
across the grass toward an old pier which stuck out about twenty feet into
the lake. As he approached it, he began to run. He dropped his towel and
the soap on the end of the dock and did a shallow dive into the dark water.
He surfaced about ten yards out and called for
me to come on.
"How cold is it?"
"You don't want to know."
I figured he was right. It would be worse if I
took it slow, so I followed his lead and dove. I surfaced about five feet
from him. "You bastard, it's freezing," I wailed. Rich just laughed and
I saw the lighter form of his body in the dark
water as he came up under me, lifting me on his shoulders and tossing me
further out into the lake.
"You asked for it," I cried as I came up, took
a deep breath, and dove after him. I managed to grasp him around his waist
and pull us both under. We were evenly matched and neither of us could
restrain the other for long.
When we came up again, Rich bolted for the dock.
I first thought he was trying to get away from me, but he just reached
up to retrieve the soap. His left arm came back as if he was making a football
pass and he tossed the white bar in my direction. I'd forgotten he was
The soap missed me by five feet and skipped across
the surface of the water before slipping under. I thought it was lost but
it sprang to the surface again.
"Good thing it's the floating kind," I called to
him as he swam back toward me.
"Yeah, good thing. They're saying you'll make All
State Quarterback and you can't even catch a fucking bar of soap."
"Can't catch a wild throw, buster. Besides, keep
talking like that and I'll have to wash your mouth out."
"Don't you worry about my mouth," he laughed. "Just
get yourself clean. That's as Toplist Cz Erotika close as we'll get to a shower this weekend."
"The bath isn't working?"
"My uncle turns the water off for the winter so
the lines don't freeze. We can flush the toilet by carrying up buckets
of water from the lake, but that's about it."
"What about cooking?"
"Same thing, we just have to boil it."
I ran the soap over my chest and under my arms
and tossed it to Rich. He did the same, then tossed it back again.
"Go ahead, wash all over. You stink."
"So do you, man. How does Debbie Toplist Cz Erotika stand it?"
"She doesn't complain," he grinned but we both
washed our bodies rather thoroughly, standing in the chest deep water.
I realized it didn't feel so cold any longer but wondered if we'd freeze
once we got out into the late afternoon air.
We swam back toward shore and climbed up an old
wooden ladder onto the pier. I watched as Rich began to dry himself, his
body glistening and his skin covered with goose bumps. I realized he was
also watching me, running his eyes over my body, openly, appraisingly,
as I also dried off.
"I guess Joyce must be a very frustrated girl,"
he said with a grin. He was staring at my crotch and I realized my cock
had shriveled from the cold. His was just as small.
"Debbie must be as frustrated as Joyce, fellow,"
I responded, looking him over with equal openness.
"Maybe we'll have to warm them up."
He spread his towel on the rough planks and stretched
out on his back, letting the last rays of the sun play over his body.
The pier was just wide enough for us to lie side
by side. Rich had spread his towel as far to one side as it would go without
him being in danger of slipping off. I took it as an invitation to join
him, and spread my own towel next to his.
I stood there for a moment looking down at him,
at the beauty of his nakedness. He in turn was staring up at me.
"The sun feels good," he said.
"Yeah," I said, "I thought we'd be freezing.
I turned and dropped into a crouching position,
then rolled back so that I was lying on my back next to him. There were
only inches between us.
I remember when I was a kid in my first gym class.
I must have been about eight and I was scared to death when I had to get
naked in front of the other boys in the locker room. I told Ted about it
and he said all guys felt that way.
When I was about eleven or twelve, I started swimming
with a bunch of other boys at a little lake behind our houses just the
edge of town. We never wore swimming suits, just rode our bikes out to
the lake and went skinny dipping. Then we'd lie in the sun and dry off
before dressing again for the ride home.
When we were older and could drive, we started
going further down toward Glen Allan, to a bigger lake with an old floating
dock out in the water about three hundred feet from the shore. We'd kept
that up ever since and I'd certainly spent a lot of hours lying naked in
the sun with Rich and a bunch of the other guys. It had gotten so normal
I never thought anything about it.
I guess it really is different growing up in a
small town. I'd known most of the guys I played football with since we
were kids. We showered and ran around naked in the locker rooms, getting
into all kinds of rough housing and horse play together. It just seemed
like a regular part of growing up.
But this was different. For one thing, Rich and
I were alone. We were lying close together on the pier, our bodies almost
"I guess I don't have to worry about Joyce being
frustrated, after all."
Rich's teasing roused me from a near doze. I turned
to look at him. He'd risen up and was resting his head on one hand, looking
down at me.
"Your cock, dickhead," he grinned.
I rose up just a little and looked down to see
my crotch. My cock had lengthened in the warm sun, reaching its full length,
if not its full girth and hardness.
"Check out your own dick, cockhead," I parried,
nodding toward his lengthened rod.
"So I guess you don't get any complaints from Joyce,"
"Nope," I said, hoping he didn't press the issue
too far. "It looks like I don't have to worry about Debbie, either."
"Well, it's a good thing. You know you two are
considered the best bet for an early marriage by the rest of the guys on
"Sure, they're running a pool," I teased. "We're
figuring on you two getting married within a month after graduation and
then being the first out of the gate with a kid within nine or seven or
Rich gave me a punch on the shoulder but didn't
"Well, are we right?" I asked after several minutes
"Probably, Rob, and it scares me to death?"
"Yeah? And all this time I figured you had the
makings of a happily married man."
"Well, it's what Debbie wants and what our folks
seem to want."
"Well," I said, moving down so I was sitting on
the very end of the pier with my feet hanging down toward the water.
"Yeah, I guess so. We get married, I go to work
for my dad at the creamery and by the time I'm thirty we have a big bunch
of kids. It's what my folks did and Debbie's folks did and I guess it's
what she and I will do."
"Not all bad, Rich."
"No, not all bad." He'd continued to lie on his
back on his towel, but then he moved down to sit beside me, our thighs
pressed together, his skin hot against mine. "I guess it just scares me.
It's like my life will be over by the time I'm twenty and all I'll ever
know is me and Deb and Spring River."
I leaned back, my legs still hanging off the end
of the pier, and lowered my back onto the rough planks. I didn't know how
to respond. He was right, after all and, I realized, it would scare me,
too, if that's how I saw my own future.
What I did see for myself was a little unsettling,
too, but I couldn't share that with Rich. I gazed up into the azure of
the evening sky, thinking about how different his life was from mine. There
was a deep, almost frightening call from across the lake and I looked across
the water to see a huge, blue-gray heron flying low over the far shore.
It looked like some prehistoric creature, half bird, half reptile.
I reached out and placed my open palm against Rich's
muscular back. I didn't move my hand to stroke him, just kept it there,
a point of contact, a token of friendship.
Rich was still sitting on the end of the pier,
his elbows on his knees, looking down into the water. I felt a tremor run
through his body and a deep sob escape his lips.
I sat up and put my arm around his shoulder. He
sobbed again. Our legs were pressed together again, skin against skin from
hip to knee, my arm around his naked shoulders. It again struck me how
warm he felt.
Rich sobbed again, and then, as if a pattern had
been established, he began to sob again and again in an almost predictable
rhythm. I'd never heard a guy cry like that and it scared me. All the while,
we sat there, my arm around him, both of us looking down into the darkening
After a while the rhythm of his sobs slowed and
then stopped. He was silent for a moment. Then, his voice a little shaky,
he said, "Oh, gees, Rob. I'm so fucking sorry."
"It's okay, man."
I looked up to see the sky had changed from deep
blue to gold. The sun was setting behind clouds along the horizon, sending
brilliant, flickering beams across the sky.
"Sun setting over Arkansas," my mother liked to
To be continued.
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