Earlier I'd looked in my mom's phone book and found Mike's phone number which, of course, I did not remember. I picked up her phone and dialed it.
His mom answered and I asked for him. A moment later he came to the phone.
"Hey dude," I said, "I'm telling my parents I'm coming over to your house tonight for a while. So don't call me. "
"You got it dude. " He assured me. "What's up?"
"Oh, I'm just going out for a while. "
"Doing anything cool?" He asked, fishing for an invitation.
"Naw. " I assured him. "Just gonna fuck off a little. "
"Whatever. " He said, disappointed, sulking a little, but at least I was safe from being busted via a telephone call from him. "See ya tomorrow. "
When I hung up Tracy looked at me questioningly. "Where are you going?" She asked.
"Out. " I told her.
"Just out?"
"Just out. " I said, my tone telling her she should mind her own business. I headed downstairs.
"Mom, I'm going over to Mike's for a little bit. " I said as I passed through the living room.
"All right dear. " She said absently, her attention riveted to the television. "Be back by ten. "
"I will. " I told her.
Three minutes later I was in front of Anita's house. I could see the light was on in the living room and the faint blue glow of a television screen shining through. I found myself nervous as I contemplated what I was about to do. Was this really wise? If I had misread her I could get into a lot of trouble. I might even end up talking to a shrink or something. But my little head told me I was doing the right thing. Even at thirty-two I still listened to him probably more than I should. I walked up her driveway. After another brief, fearful pause at the front door, I knocked.
The sound of her voice came drifting through the door. "Who is it?" "It's Billy. " I said, speaking only as loud as I thought I needed to in order to be heard.
"Billy?" She said, confused. A moment later the door crept open about six inches, revealing her. She was wearing a robe I saw, pulled tight around her body. Her face was void of makeup and a towel was over her head, allowing a few damp strands to peek out.
"Hi. " I said, embarrassed, not even faking it. "I was wondering if I could uh… well, talk to you about something for a minute?" "What is it?" She asked, immediately concerned. "It's kind of personal. " I told her. "Could I uh… come in?"
"Uh… " She hesitated for a second, leading me to believe I'd made a terrible mistake. Then she said, "Sure. "She opened the door, allowing me entry. I stepped into her living room and she shut the door behind me. Her living room was now absolutely spotless. The television was on showing a news program. A half-full wineglass sat on the coffee table near the couch. A glance into the kitchen revealed a half-empty bottle of white wine. My hopes perked up. She'd been drinking. "Sit down. " She said, looking at me. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Oh, no thank you. " I told her, heading for the couch and planting myself near where she would sit.
She came over and sat down next to me, her robe riding up a little in the process and allowing me a brief glance of her milky white thighs before she pulled the hem back down. She picked up her wineglass and had a sip before using the remote control to turn down the volume on the television.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" I asked her nervously.
"Not at all. " She said, shaking her head. "I was just watching the news before Dallas comes on. What's wrong?" "Well," I started, "It's kind of embarrassing you know, but… " "Billy, what is it?" "Well," I continued, "You've been a good friend to me and I feel like I can, you know, trust you. " "Of course you can trust me. " She said. "But you're also friends with my mother. " I said. "I really wouldn't want to have her find out about what I have to ask. " "If you don't want me to tell her, I won't tell her. " Anita assured me. "Think of me as a doctor. "I paused for a moment, as if I was thinking it over. Finally I said, "Okay, well, you're younger than my mother and you're a girl and all, so I thought maybe you'd understand. " "Understand what?" She asked. "I've got a girlfriend!" I blurted. She smiled. "Well good for you. " She said happily. "What's her name?"
"Debbie. " I said, pulling out the first name to come to mind. "We've been going out for a while and… " "And what?" She asked. "And well," I took a long pause, considering my words. "And it's getting to the point where she wants to, you know, do things with me. "She raised her eyebrows, blushing a little.
"Do things?" "You know," I said. "Like uh… sex. " I squeaked.
"Sex?" She said, blushing harder now. "Yes. " I nodded.
"Billy," She said sternly. "Don't you think you're a little young to be thinking about sex?"I looked at her confused. "Anita," I said honestly. "Sex is pretty much ALL I think about. How old were you when you first, you know, did it?"She licked her lips a little. "Okay," She said, smiling a bit. "I see your point. So you're saying she wants to have sex with you?" "Yes. " I nodded. "And do you want to have sex with her?" "More than anything. " I answered. "But you see, I uh, well, I've never had, uh, sex before. " "And has she?" Anita asked. "I think so. " I nodded. "That's the problem. I don't know how to do it. " "Well I'm sure if she loves you… " Anita started. "Love?" I interrupted. "Love doesn't have anything to do with it. I don't love her, she's just my girlfriend. She expects me to do it with her and I've told her I've done it before. " "You lied to her?" "Yes. " I said. "Do you have any idea what would happen if people found out I was a virgin? I'm in high school. You have to be a stud or people think you're a fag!"She took a moment to digest this, perhaps thinking back to her own high school days. When it was processed she nodded a little, licking her lips again. "I suppose you're right. " She told me. "So what is it you want from me?" "Can you tell me how to do it?" I asked, looking hopefully at her. "Please?" "Tell you how to do it. " She said to herself, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "Yeah. " I said, nodding. "So I'll know how to make it seem like I've done it before. Like, you know, how do I treat her boobs and all? And how do I, you know, put it in? How are you supposed to move once you're in? They don't teach you this stuff anywhere! Debbie's a blabbermouth. If I don't do it right, the whole school will think I'm a virgin by the next day. You gotta help me!" I pleaded, seemingly near tears. "Billy," She said. "I appreciate your fears but you can't just TELL someone how to do it. The only way to learn is, well, to do it a few times.
It comes naturally, you'll see. " "But I told her I've done it before!" I said. "She'll know! Can't you at least tell me a little bit about how to do it? What about foreplay?" "Foreplay?" She asked. "Yeah. " I said. "I heard you're supposed to do foreplay. I don't even know what that is!"She looked at me in shock for a moment and then burst out laughing. I flushed as if deeply embarrassed.
"Forget it. " I said angrily, standing up. "I'll just go home. "
"No, no. " She said, stifling her outburst. "I'm not laughing at you, just at what you said. I'm sorry. "Slowly, I put myself back down in the chair, noting the gleam forming in her eye. For the first time I felt I was making some headway. I noticed she'd let the hem of her robe creep up a bit, showing me her flesh up to mid-thigh. She'd also let the top open a bit, revealing a bit of cleavage and confirming my suspicion that she had no bra on under the robe. Perhaps I hadn't made a mistake in coming here. "Listen. " She said. "There's a lot involved in making love. It takes a lifetime to learn it all. But you just want to seem like you've done it before, right?" "Yes!" I agreed. "Okay. " She said, downing the rest of her wine and setting the glass down. "Let me see what I can do. " "Thank you!" I blurted. She took a deep breath. "Tell me," She said. "How far have you gone before?"
"Well," I said, "We've kissed a lot and she's let me feel her boobs through her shirt a few times. " "Okay. " Anita nodded. "And one time she let me put my hand UNDER her shirt. But she wouldn't let me put it under her bra. " "And that's as far as you've gone?" "Yes. " I nodded. "But she's hinted that she'd like for you to do more soon?"