"Good for you." I said, wondering if he really was a shoe-in like he claimed. It was possible. If he'd made a good impression as an ROP student, and he would have had to make a damn good one after the marijuana incident, the word would filter upward to the powers-that-be in the department. The powers-that-be would see to it that his name was among the next hiring group. The pitfall of this was that the same thing worked in reverse too.
My Mom and Dad, as I've mentioned before, loved to go to parties with their co-workers. It didn't matter the occasion, if there was a party, they were there. One such party was for the opening day of baseball each year. They were in the habit of traveling to one of Mom's fellow worker's house, a woman whose husband possessed a large screen television, for opening day each year. In truth my Dad cared even less about baseball than Mom did. It was simply an excuse to get together with friends, drink lots of beer, eat fancy appetizers and drink more beer.
They left the house at 9:30 that morning and I would have been surprised to see them home anytime before 6:00 that night, riding in a cab of course. Nina and I decided to take advantage of the situation. She came over at 10:00 that morning and by 11:00 we were making out on the couch, our passion accompanied by the sound of Crosby, Stills, and Nash, one of my Dad's albums.
Since that day I'd put my mouth to her breasts we'd been very reserved in our affections. We kissed a lot but didn't tend to go much further than that, even if we were alone. Only once had my hands gone beneath her shirt since then and that had been only because she'd physically picked them up and put them there. I was determined not to push her too far too fast. As a result I was actually getting used to the sensation of blue balls.
But on this day Nina was extremely passionate. Her hands were feeling me all over. She slid them over my chest, under my shirt to my back, to my butt where she squeezed brazenly as our tongues dueled. She ordered me to feel her tits and I gladly put my hand beneath her shirt while my tongue continued it's exploration of her mouth.
As I felt and kissed her she suddenly pulled her mouth from mine. She looked at me, blushing furiously.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, worrying I'd gone too far again.
She licked her lips nervously and then said, "Wouldn't you like to take my shirt off?"
I stared at her, searching her eyes, trying to determine if she was doing this because SHE wanted to or because she thought I wanted to. I saw nothing but passion there, mixed with a little nervous anticipation.
"Yes." I said, stroking her face, feeling the heat coming from the aroused blush. "But are you sure you want me to?"
"Take it off." She told me. "Do to me what you did that night."
Surprised to find my own hands trembling I reached for the hem of her sweater. I lifted upwards and she raised her arms to allow me to pull it off. Her white bra was only a few shades lighter than the pale skin of her stomach, skin which had spent the winter firmly clad in clothing. The sight made my mouth water. I stroked the exposed flesh above her bra cups softly, raising goose bumps on her, and then let my fingers slide around to the back. We kissed as my digits began the process of unclasping her bra snaps.
In a moment I would see my beloved's bare breasts, a sight I'd fantasized about so many times.
The phone started to ring, shrill, annoying decibels, cutting through the air.
We broke our kiss and looked at each other, my fingers freezing in place.
"You gonna answer that?" She asked, pushing her chest into mine.
"Hell no." I said, shaking my head, leaning in to kiss her again.
We tried to re-establish the rhythm and the passion we'd just had but the telephone just kept ringing and ringing and ringing. I didn't attempt to take off her bra while the infernal noise was going on because I didn't want my first view of her breasts in the light of day to be marred by the distraction of a ringing telephone. I wanted to drink in the sight, to relish it, to assign the entire being of my concentration to it. How long could a telephone ring? I wondered. Don't most people give up after ten rings or so? If nobody answers after ten rings they can assume that nobody's home, right?
But not this person. That phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing. We would pause at the end of each ring, relishing the brief silence, expecting that another one would not follow and that we could then get back to business. But after two seconds or so another ring would always shatter the calm of the living room. Finally our mouths broke apart.
"I'm ripping that fucking cord out of the wall." I told Nina, pushing away from her.
"Bill," She said, obviously as annoyed as I, "Why don't you just answer it? Whoever it is must have something important to say or they wouldn't have let it ring so long. Maybe there's some sort of emergency."
"They're gonna have an emergency if they don't have a damn good reason for this shit." I proclaimed.
I walked over to the phone and picked it up roughly, cutting it off in mid-ring. I put it to my ear. "What?!" I almost yelled.
There was a brief pause. Finally, "This is the AT and T operator. Will you accept a collect call from Tracy?"
Tracy? Goddam her! This had better be good. "Yes." I said shortly. "Put her on."
"Thank you." The operator said, probably sounding much huffier than her supervisor would have cared for.
"Bill?" Came my sister's voice hesitantly.
"Hi Tracy." I said impatiently, looking over at Nina, who was sitting on the couch in her bra, her nipples poking at the material. I could vaguely make out the shadow of her aureole through the cotton. My dick was throbbing with desire. This had better be good.
"Uh…" She said uncertainly. "Are Mom and Dad home?"
"No they're not." I said. "It's the first day of baseball." I knew that Tracy would need no further explanation than that.
"Oh yeah." She said, giggling, her tone telling me she knew damn well what day it was and that Mom and Dad wouldn't be home. "It is, isn't it?"
"Yeah." I told her. "So they're over at Janice and Ken's. You might try them tomorrow. Probably later would be better. They're bound to be hung over."
"Okay." She said. "Oh, did you hear about Cindy?"
This got my attention a little. "No." I said. "What about her?"
"I got a letter from her yesterday. Her professor boyfriend is divorcing his wife. Cindy has moved in with him. Can you believe it?"
"Actually I can." I answered. This news didn't surprise me in the least. The only surprise was that it had taken so long.
"She's dropping out of college too." Tracy added. "I guess she figures she got what she went there for."
"I guess she did." I replied, casting another glance at Nina, disheartened to see that her nipples were losing their erection. "Listen Tracy." I said.
"I was kind of in the middle of something."
"I'm sorry." She said. "I'll let you go and get back to it."
"Thanks." I said.
"Umm?" She said hesitantly. "There IS one thing I wanted to ask you while I had you on the line."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well," She said uncertainly. "The people that I hang out with here are having, well, a little baseball pool."
"A baseball pool?" I asked, exasperated. What the hell did she want to talk to me about this for?
"Yes." She answered. "For five bucks you can enter who you think will be in the World Series this year. If you're right, you win the pot in October."
"The World Series?" I asked, trying to glare through the phone.
"Yes." She said. "So I was wondering if maybe YOU could tell me who was going to be in the series this year? I know you have a real good head for this sort of thing Bill." She giggled knowingly.