The reporter grinned at this, and the Principal and the politician ran away like I had just puked on their shoes. Dad just shook his head and rolled his eyes, and Mrs. Rogers smiled
"Are you visiting anytime soon?", asked Mom, which caused Mrs. Rogers to look at me funny. I had kept my apartment secret from everybody at school but Jeana.
"I wasn't planning on it. I was thinking I'd take Jeana out." I turned to her. She was in a very pretty little sundress, nice and light and airy, perfect for a June day. "Did you want to go out to lunch? How did you get over here?"
"Your parents picked me up. I'll go with you.", she answered.
"We can go out to eat, if you'd prefer.", Mom said.
I was tempted to say no, but decided to make nice. "I'll find you in the parking lot in a few minutes. I'll follow you."
My parents and Suzie left, and I found myself with Jeana and Mrs. Rogers. "Carl, I know this isn't my business, but you only visit your home?"
I shrugged, and then took a deep breath. Mrs. Rogers was a good person and a good teacher. She had taken a chance on me. "I moved out two years ago. I have an apartment in Towson."
Mrs. Rogers' eyes snapped wide open at that. "Two years!" She looked over at Jeana, who had an arm through mine. "Oh, my!"
"I'm pretty independent, Mrs. Rogers." I gave a quickie explanation of the problems with my brother, without getting too detailed. "It was just simpler for all of us."
"Well, I just don't know what to say. I'll be very interested in what you have to say for yourself at the reunion in five years."
I grinned at that. "With your shield or on it, Mrs. Rogers.", I replied, quoting the orders given to Spartan hoplites before going off to war. Either come home carrying your shield, victorious, or come home being carried on your shield as a makeshift stretcher. No other choices were allowed. Conquer or die.
"Precisely."
Jeana and I moved off to the parking lot and I followed them to a restaurant in Cockeysville. After that, I drove Jeana back to my apartment, for a little personal time. It was still only mid-afternoon, so I went over to my liquor cabinet and pulled out a pair of wine bottles. "White or red?", I asked her.
She smiled. "Let's go for the red today."
I nodded and put back a bottle of chardonnay. I glanced at the bottle of red. "How about a nice little cabernet?" I grabbed a couple of wine glasses and the corkscrew, and peeled the foil off the wine bottle. I pulled the cork and poured some in our glasses and handed hers to Jeana. "Here's to graduation. Thank God that's over!"
Jeana laughed. I took the bottle and my glass and led the way back into the living room area, and set them down on an end table. I sat in the armchair and smiled at her, and she sat down sideways on my lap, being careful not to spill her wine. I picked up my wine and sipped it. "Have I told you today just how beautiful you are?"
"I'm not sure. I'm trying to remember, but I just can't be sure.", she responded teasingly.
"Well, it's true. You are very, very beautiful." I sipped some more wine and gave her a leering look up and down her body. "And that's a lovely little dress you have on, too." She was wearing a white linen sundress that left her shoulders bare except for a couple of very thin straps. "Is it new?"
"You noticed!", she said with surprise.
"Of course!" I eyed her lewdly. With the hand behind her back, I found the hook-and-eye catch and flicked it open and the grasped the zipper and tugged it down.
"I think you have ulterior motives, Mister Valedictorian!"
I gave her my most innocent look and set my glass back on the end table. "Oh, how can you say such a thing? I'm just trying to be helpful! Could you imagine what your parents would say if you came home with a spilled wine stain on this nice white dress? They'd be furious!" I pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Underneath the dress Jeana had been wearing an almost transparent strapless bra, and I doubt it came from K-Mart.
"You're so thoughtful."
"I am, I am!" I set her glass to the side and, as she lifted up off my lap, I tugged her dress completely down and off. Jeana was left sitting on my lap in her bra and matching transparent white panties and her ankle-strapped high heeled sandals. Suddenly I felt quite warm, and not because the air conditioning was set too low. "You look spectacular!" I handed Jeana back her wine and she sipped at it silently, while starting to fiddle with my tie.
I popped the clasp behind her back and her bra slipped off as well. "Worried about wine stains there, too?", she asked.
"I really think that would set your Mom off."
"What would set my Mom off would be simply knowing that I had a bra like this!", she replied.
"Would they kill you first, or me first?"
"I think it'd be a tag team event. Dad would work on you while Mom would kill me, and then they'd swap off." Jeana handed me her glass, and then lifted her delicious little rump and slipped off her panties. "Forget about them and drink your wine! Don't you remember? I'm going away tomorrow for ten days. This is our last chance to be together. Hurry up! I need something a lot more stimulating than wine!"
I laughed at her and kissed her, and then helped her strip my tie and shirt off. She was right. Tomorrow morning the Colosimos were heading back to New York for vacation with their family. We needed to screw our brains out this afternoon, since after I took her home today, it was Celibacy City for the next week and a half. We finished off our wine while we made out in the armchair, and then ran into the bedroom to get more comfortable. I was exhausted and sated by the time I drove her back to her parents after we made dinner. We made love four times that day - missionary, cowgirl, doggy, and then missionary again. Jeana had an appetite and ability for carnal dissipation that was world class!
Summer was beginning, and we were planning to spend massive amounts of time together before I went off to college. I was still taking a few more humanities courses this summer, but I would still be able to spend time with her getting hot and sweaty. During the coming week, however, I was able to spend time getting into the swing of summer school over at Towson State.
It was almost two weeks, actually, before I was able to see Jeana again, and our actions were a little limited, since her monthly friend was making an appearance. Furthermore, her parents were acting very suspiciously around us, as if they didn't want to leave us alone. At one point I asked Jeana what was going on.
"I don't know, but I think it's something my Aunt Theresa said to her. My cousin, Mary Jane, who's a year younger than me, got herself knocked up. The entire vacation that's all we talked about.", she replied.
"So, do they know what we've been up to?", I asked.
"No. You're still alive!"
I semi-laughed at that, but only semi, since Mr. Colosimo gave me a number of hard looks. I wondered if her mother had found Jeana's stash of lingerie. Well, a man has to die of something, I suppose. I always used to joke with Marilyn that I wanted to die when I was 80 while diving out a window, being shot by a jealous husband. Her typical reply was that with what I had to offer, I'd die alone in my bed.