The Freak - S01 E12

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The Freak - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

I had a little helper when I picked Barbara up for church the following morning. Carole ran into the apartment the second Barbara stepped out of her room. She bent at the waist to hug my little sister then, holding her hand, walked up to me, kissing my cheek. We said good-bye to the Gleason's and walked down to my car. "J.J. told me we're going on a trip after breakfast, Barbara."

"Well, I wouldn't call it a trip, but we are driving to my school and then to Jack's. It's practice for Tuesday so can see Jack play then."

"You can sit next to me. I'll save a space for you," Carole replied enthusiastically, Barbara kissed Carole's cheek and we walked down the stairs to my car.

We got to the church early enough that Barbara and Carole could go to confession, something I never did. If was going to confess my sins I was going to do it straight to God, but-personally-I thought the practice was silly, especially when everyone knew that there were so-called sins that were certain to be repeated week after week after week. Anyway, we all went to receive communion, even me. Not twenty minutes later we were seated in a booth at the diner.

Barbara and Carole sat next to each other and I had to laugh at how easily Barbara had won my sister over. I waited until we had ordered before telling Carole to explain why she was with us this morning. "What are you going to do for Christmas, Barbara? We talked about that last night at dinner and we all want you to do it with our family."

"Who is 'we all?"

"Our whole family-we all want you to join us. We always go to Midnight Mass then open our presents when we get home. bought you a present."

"That's nice, Carole. Barbara bought one for you, too." Barbara looked at me in surprise and I nodded just slightly when Carole's attention turned to her. "I've seen the present and I'm sure you'll like it."

"You can stay overnight, too. You can sleep in my bed in my room." I explained how all three of my sisters were involved in girl scouts and how they all had sleeping bags. "Yeah," Carole added. "I've slept there plenty of times like when Nana French comes to stay. Please!"

"Where will you be, Jack?"

"My room is the big family room behind the kitchen. When our parents knew that they were expecting they realized that we'd need another bedroom. The one Carole is in used to be mine and it's really small-just enough room for a twin bed, desk, and dresser. It made sense for me to move downstairs, especially since I'll be out of the house fairly soon. I didn't say anything last night because Carole wanted to ask you. I know you need to spend some time with the Gleason's so I was thinking why don't we give them our present the afternoon of Christmas Eve?"

"Our present?"

"Yeah. Remember you told me that they wanted something, but couldn't afford it."

"Jack! You didn't! That's too expensive!"

"Barbara, you know have plenty of money. I rarely spend it on myself although recently I've found a really good reason to spend some." I was surprised when Barbara actually blushed. She agreed to talk it over with Mr. and Mrs. Gleason and let me know at Tuesday's game.

After breakfast we loaded Carole into the rear seat then walked Barbara over to the driver's door. She hesitated for a second before reaching up to kiss me. A minute later she was cruising down the road, following the bus route to her high school in Yonkers. We drove past the entrance to Siwanoy Country Club-the road that led to my school then on to Bronxville and Yonkers. All told the trip took us about thirty minutes with more than half the time from Pelham to the Siwanoy entrance. From there school was less than five minutes away.

We reversed course and, sure enough, Barbara made the return trip in less than fifteen minutes. I reminded her that there would likely be more traffic on Tuesday afternoon. From school she drove us to our house where Carole and I exited. Of course, Carole had to ask if Barbara was going to kiss me. She laughed as she replied, "What do you think?" Then she gripped my head strongly and placed me into a most enjoyable lip lock for almost a minute while Carole giggled. I closed the door behind her and stood watching as she backed out and drove away. Carole ran into the house to Immediately tell my parents about the kiss and lending my car to Barbara. They didn't say anything then, but I wasn't surprised when they said they wanted to speak to me later that evening after my sisters were all in bed.

"Jack," my father began just as was about to shower and turn in. "Your mother and I would like to talk with you about your relationship with Barbara. I..we never thought you would lend a girl your car, especially one you've only known for a few weeks."

"I understand your concern, Dad... Mom, so let me explain. I told you about the flash when I saw Barbara fall. I didn't share the second flash I had that day That one was much longer and in vivid detall. It showed an elderly couple-mid-eighties, at least. They appeared to be in a hospital room with the woman in the bed. Even for that brief period their absolute love for each other was totally clear. The man was obviously me and the woman was clearly Barbara. I couldn't tell if she was dying or just sick, but they had matching wedding bands.

"Since then I've had at least one flash every day, but mostly I would say two or three a day and they are all about our life together. I can tell you this you're going to be grandparents several times over and fairly soon. I've had plenty of other girlfriends, but Barbara will be my last.

"Last night she asked if we were going steady and we both agreed we were. I hope you like her because you'll be seeing her a lot."

"We do like her very much, Jack. We were only concerned. Have any of these flashes turned out to be false or misleading?"

"No, Mom...never. I think in this case they're influenced by my feelings for her. Not only is she a beautiful young woman, but she's a beautiful person-actually more beautiful than her physical being. Thanks for your concern, but I'm okay...actually much better than okay. If there's nothing else I'm going to shower and go to bed." I rose, kissed and hugged my mom and dad then disappeared to the back of the house.

The next two days-the last before a lengthy Christmas holiday- dragged like you wouldn't believe. Finally, after what felt more like two months than two days I took the books I needed from my locker and walked straight to the team locker room to tape, dress, and go through my other revolting ritual. I felt as though my body had been turned inside out when I finally made my way to the court. I was pleased to see Barbara sitting with my family-right between Carole and Marie. She saw me look her way and smiled and waved. I smiled back then joined the layup line with my teammates.

Gorton was a big high school in Yonkers-much bigger than we were-and they'd had a long line of superior players like Jimmy Albin who had been All-County with me last year. I knew he wouldn't make it this year, our last, because he had succumbed to the temptations of cocaine. I told him when we shook hands, "Jimmy, you need to get off that shit before it kills you." He glared at me in response then we went out and cleaned their clocks. I had a game like the one with New Rochelle except that the team didn't need to run the offense through me every time. Still, the basket seemed to be as big as the ocean. I couldn't and didn't miss, and when I did it was because was fouled. We pressed and ran our fast break off every steal, turnover, and rebound, running up the score like no game I've ever known. We scored 63 points in the first half alone. That was about 4.5 points per minute. We scored at an impossible rate, continuing with forty in the third quarter before Coach Darling replaced the starters with our subs.

I only took eighteen shots the entire game, a few below my normal

number, but I made seventeen of them including fifteen in a row,

and they weren't all layups or dunks either. I wound up with thirty-

nine and two of my teammates had more than twenty. The other

two starters were also in double figures as we went over the one-

hundred mark-all the way to 115-for the third time this season.

As anticipated, Jimmy played poorly, turning the ball over

numerous times and missing many more shots than he made.

Carole ran to me once the game had ended to hug me and kiss my

sweaty face. She was holding on to one side of my face when

Barbara hugged me on the other side and kissed my lips, holding it

for almost a minute. I finally freed myself as Barbara and Carole

laughed. They were holding hands when I hustled to the locker

room and a much needed shower. I learned how much my parents

had accepted my remarks and Barbara when returned to the gym.

Barbara and Carole were there waiting for me. Barbara had been

invited to join us for dinner.

It was a fun time-sausage pizza and Italian salad for all. Looking back I realized that it was the beginning of our serious relationship. I drove her home at 8:00, but didn't return until 9:35, Barbara only lived ten minutes away, especially at that hour when there was little traffic. I swear, my mom laughed for five minutes when I walked in the door.

Christmas was on a Saturday so most businesses other than retail outlets were closed on Friday, Christmas Eve. I picked Barbara up at 11:00 and returned after lunch to her apartment in my Jeep, the rear compartment filled with a large box that I carried up the stairs to their apartment. Rather than unlock the door and walk in Barbara rang the doorbell so we could yell "Merry Christmas" when it was opened. I carried the large gift-wrapped box into the living room as Barbara hugged her foster parents, something I did only a few seconds later.

They had small gifts for us-a sweater for Barbara and short- sleeved dress shirt for me. We thanked them enthusiastically before they opened their large box. Barbara had told me that they had a TV, but it was old and barely worked. The box contained a "portable" set and a stand on wheels that could be moved from the living room to one of the bedrooms using a long antenna cable that we had also included. I spent half an hour putting the pieces of the stand together and moving the set into place. Finally, I connected the thin cable to the set and then to the wall socket and plugged it in. They were obviously well pleased and thanked us- mostly me-repeatedly before we had to leave around 5:15.

"That was really sweet of you, Jack. They'd never be able to afford a new TV

"They're nice people and they deserve some of the better things in life. They've done a great job raising you. I'll be forever grateful for that." She gave me a funny look and was just about to say something, but apparently decided not to. She scooted over on the seat, gripped my head with her left hand and my cock in her right then she leaned forward until our lips met.

Her tongue was in my mouth a second later. My hands found strategic areas of her body, rubbing her labia until her panties were soaked. Reluctantly, we broke the kiss. We didn't have the time and this certainly wasn't the place. There were stores with lights and Illuminated signs. We smiled, kissed again briefly, and I pulled out into traffic. Fifteen minutes later I parked across the street from

my parents' home. Carole, of course, was hyper about Christmas just like any young child would be. I thought that Barbara's presence was a positive calming factor on her. They sat on the living room floor and played

War, Barbara obviously cringing for effect every time Carole won a

War much to Carole's amusement. I wasn't at all surprised when Carole won two games. Nor was I surprised to see Barbara's unending patience in dealing with my sister. It was just about six when my mother called us to the dining room table.

Our traditional Christmas Eve meal was nothing more than deli fare-bolled ham, dell-made roast beef, Swiss cheese, and a choice of white or deli rye bread. We had potato salad and something the deli called health salad which all of us loved and, of course a big kosher dill pickle. Naturally, we had a wide choice of drinks as long as that choice was milk. There was plenty to eat and clean-up was a breeze. Barbara and I placed all of the dishes Into the dishwasher and started it.

Shower time is always challenging when you have six people-four females-and only two bathrooms. I stayed in the living room so Barbara, my sisters Marie and Carole could use my bathroom at the rear of the house. After her shower Barbara joined me in the living room dressed only in her robe, her hair still damp. She looked around and, realizing that my folks and siblings were all upstairs, flashed me a quick look at her tits. I'd seen them before, of course, but I still marveled at their faultless beauty. Their shape was sheer perfection in my opinion and they were actually bigger than I had originally thought. Her areolas were about the size of a quarter with large puffy nipples that were perfect for licking, suckling, and rolling between my fingers. I quickly kissed each one then her lips before she closed the robe and walked upstairs.

My room was deserted when I closed the door, but the bathroom was a mess with towels on the floor and basin. I rolled them up and threw them down the basement stairs where one of us would pick them up for the laundry, probably tomorrow. Yes, laundry was done even on Christmas day.

I had shaved and showered and dressed in my dark grey suit, starting long after the women, but finishing long before. Dad joined me in the living room and we shared a laugh. "Get used to it, Jack." We laughed again then waited until 11:20 when we drove to church, wanting to find seats in one row for all of us. Carole joined Barbara and me for the short ride. Midnight Mass was always held in the church hall so parked on the street just past it knowing that we could get away quickly once Mass was done.

Carole was on my right and holding my hand with Barbara holding the other as we carefully crossed the street, meeting the rest of the family at the hall's entrance. We found a row of chairs near the rear and entered-Mom, Dad, my sister Marie, Angela, Carole, and finally-Barbara and me. I almost laughed when I looked down the row to see Barbara holding Carole's hand, but stopped when she leaned forward to take mine too.