The Freak - S01 E19

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The Freak - S01 E19

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

It was the last week in March and I had just driven to our favorite parking place after an early night of bowling. Soon the outdoor movies would open and we could look forward to an entire night of making out. So far Barbara and I had done everything sexually other than fucking. I loved her enough that I wasn't going to push It. We were sitting together holding each other knowing that we had plenty of time for sexual activities later, Barbara broke our kiss and looked up at me, her pleading voice just above a whisper. "Jack, what's going to happen to us once we graduate?"

"I think we're going to stay together. We will if have anything to say about it."

"But how? You're going to Harvard and I'm staying here to attend St. Elizabeth Seton. We won't see each other for months."

"No...you need to come to Massachusetts with me."

"How can I do that? Where would I live?"

I could see that Barbara was almost in tears and I would never want that. I leaned down to kiss her then opened my door to get out. "Do me a favor and scoot over here a bit. Please?" gave her a quick peck and got out, walking around the back of the car and getting back in on the passenger side. My right knee was on the car floor and my left foot was on the asphalt as I reached into the glove box to get a plain brown paper lunch bag. Mom had hundreds of them for Carole and even Marie on occasion.

Taking her hands in mine I began to speak. "Barbara, you know that I dated quite a few girls before you, but I've never once told a girl that I loved her, not until this very second. Barbara, I think I fell In love with you even before I caught you in front of St. Catharine's. I am so totally in love with you that it's scary. I told you about the flash where I saw you fall, but I never told you about the other flash that day nor about the hundreds I've had since then; flashes about our love and life with each other."

I could see her start to understand and she smiled broadly as I continued. "Barbara, I hate being away from you for even a single night now so can't imagine what being away from you for months would be like. Actually, I can, it would be the closest thing to hell for me. What I'm doing here in case you haven't figured it out yet is asking you to marry me. I promise that I will love and cherish and protect you forever, maybe even longer."

I reached into the bag to retrieve the small blue velvet box from Harry Winston, Barbara hadn't said a word, but she did push her finger out to me. There were tears in her eyes as I slipped the ring onto her finger. Once it was on she pulled me to her for the hottest kiss of my life. Then she whispered in my ear. "Jack. I have loved you for so long-as long as I've known you. I want more than anything to make love with you. I've wanted that for quite a while, too. I want to feel you inside me. I only wish I could feel you spurt into my womb, but that will have to wait...for a while, anyway. Can we get into the back seat?"

After a tight hug and a tender kiss replied, "I think you deserve a real bed for our first time. You want to drive?"

"No, want to cuddle up next to you and look at my ring. Was it expensive? I'll bet it was!" She leaned forward again to kiss me then shooed me out the door. I drove us to Nepperhan Avenue, one of the main drags in Yonkers where I had seen some old fashioned motels-the kind that are a bunch of individual small cabins-on our way to an away game. We were there in less than thirty minutes. I handed Barbara a pocketful of change, telling her, "Why don't you phone Mrs. Gleason and tell her you'll be late. Be sure you tell her why...the engagement why not the making love why." Barbara laughed then hugged and kissed me before slipping into the phone booth. (Remember! This was 1961 when such things were commonplace.) walked into the motel office to register.

"I'd like to rent a room, please."

He looked me over closely before responding. "Are you actually old enough?"

"My attorney tells me that one must be eighteen to legally sign a

contract so the answer is 'yes. I have my passport in my pocket if

you like." He responded by holding his hand out and passed it to

him. He spent more than a minute checking the photo and my date

of birth before returning it to me.

"I suppose the woman outside is your wife."

"Not yet, but we just became engaged tonight. She wants to make love and I thought her first time should be in a real bed as opposed to my back seat."

"First time? Yes, I guess I can see why you'd like that to be special. Fifteen bucks and I don't expect to have any trouble,"

"There won't be any. I have too much to lose-a full ride to Harvard being at the top of the list."

"Wow," he said as he made change and passed me the key to number seven. "You're a big kid. Ever play any kind of ball?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...a five year starter in basketball and baseball and a four-year starter in football."

"I recognize you now. Tuckahoe, right?" I nodded. He laughed as he said, "Nobody is happier than I am that you're graduating. My son played JV basketball and will be a junior at Gorton next year."

My smile vanished. "Too bad about Jimmy Albin." He nodded. Jimmy's situation was sad. He'd been found dead just after the end of the season, a hypodermic needle jutting from his arm. All of my teammates and I attended his wake and funeral. Barbara was there, too, never leaving my side. I put my smile back on my face

as I walked out, but there was no fooling my love,

"What's wrong, Jack?"

"Nothing really, his son played JV at Gorton. He knew Jimmy."

She reached up to stroke my cheek. "You tried to warn him, Jack. He didn't listen. A lot of kids think they know everything. Oh...Mrs. Gleason is thrilled. She didn't seem to be too surprised." She took my hand and we walked together to our room. She showed me a handful of condoms from the glove box.

"You trying to kill me before we're even married?"

"No, but I like to be prepared." I smiled-prepared is good. I opened the door and turned on the light. I expected the room to be worn and it was, but it appeared to be clean although it was cold. I found the heater and adjusted the control. I was pleased when the machine responded immediately.

Now that we were here we were both nervous and hesitant.

Eventually, we started to giggle and that developed into full laughter. We came together for a long kiss, "Don't you think you should undress me now," Barbara whispered. I kissed her again, moving my hands to her tiny buttons while she began to work on mine. My hands are big and powerful, but they weren't made for this kind of work. She had me practically naked by the time I had half of her buttons opened.

"Here, silly, let me help you." She pulled the blouse up and over her head, turning around so I could handle her bra. I leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. Barbara reached behind her to lower my slacks and my briefs. Luckily had worn my loafers so I was able to step out of my shoes. I placed all of the clothes on a chair while Barbara lowered the blanket and sheet. "I think I need to practice some sexy poses for you something that will help you get turned on."