“Yes,” she said in a little girl’s voice.
Everyone started laughing and I stood up and took her in my arms. She gave me her patented mind-erasing kiss that left me just focused on her. Mom came up and swatted me, which broke the spell Tracy had cast over me. Mom grabbed me and kissed me.
“You little shit. I thought you’d lost your mind for a moment.”
Tracy grinned.
“My little brother still needs training,” Greg said as he got up and kneeled before Angie.
We had planned this.
“Angie, you’re the light of my life. You and Kyle make me ache, I love you both so much. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
He pulled out a ring, and she had tears running down her face. She couldn’t get the words out, so she nodded yes. The room erupted in joy. I had never seen my mom so happy in all my life.
Later the girls all cornered me.
“Did Greg put you up to the fake proposal?” Mom asked me.
I was cornered at the sink, with Mom and Mrs. A blocking my escape routes. I just smirked.
“He was nervous, so I agreed to warm up the room for him. Once he saw how it was done, he was okay.”
Mom and Mrs. A grabbed me and both kissed each cheek.
“You’re a good brother,” Mrs. A said, as she wiped lipstick off my cheek.
Tracy split the two and gave me a hug.
“Where’s Amelia Island?” Beth asked.
“It’s just south of the Georgia border in Florida. It’s an old historic area, and I guess the beaches are nice. All I know is that it’ll be better than hanging out here, freezing. Plus I can’t wait to see Tracy, Kendal and Kara in swimsuits.”
There were some general comments about men being pigs, but the vision of them made my shorts tighten. I think I would leave tonight if I could.
Chapter 24 – Christmas Dance
Tuesday December 17
I FOUND MYSELF IN THE pool getting ready for the final race of the day. We were doing the backstroke and Coach had the top six in the final race. I was currently sitting fifth. I needed a combination of two of the top four to drop down behind me and I had to win by enough of a margin to move up two spots. The swim-team boys were strutting around, acting very confident.
In the previous three races, my biggest disadvantage was the turns. They had been practicing them for years, and they gained valuable time on me. Coach Engels had taken me aside and shown me how to make the turn while doing the backstroke. He also taught me how to do a dolphin kick underwater at the start and at the turn to pick up a few seconds. I remember watching the Olympics and seeing them use it to great advantage.
The other problem with the turn was that it was blind. Coach told me a secret that there was a red mark on the ceiling that I could use to tell when to do my flip. Most competitive swimmers count their strokes. I wasn’t consistent enough to use that technique.
We all readied for the start. When the horn went off, I exploded off the wall and submarined for as long as I could. The other swimmers popped up sooner than I did. I was in the end lane, so I could see where everyone was when I hit the surface. I had a half body-length lead. I was pumped, thinking I might actually win. Then reality crashed down on me. I saw the red mark and did my flip short of the wall. I barely touched it and had no push. I basically was dead in the water. Fortunately, some of the other swimmers saw me make my turn and did the same as me.
I had to give it everything I had to make it competitive. I ended up in fourth place. I crawled out of the pool with my dreams of straight ‘A’s dashed. Coach Engels gathered us around.
“I want to tell you, this was the best swim class I’ve ever taught. I know I told you I was only going to give out three ‘A’s, but comparing times from the last five years, we have eight swimmers that would have earned ‘A’s in any of the other classes. So I’m going to award the top eight ‘A’s.” That got me excited. “And since I’m leaving at the end of the semester to coach at State, I’m feeling generous. The rest of the class gets ‘B’s.”
I WAS STUDYING FOR my last final in my apartment when Tracy came back from her therapist appointment. I could tell she was down, so I stopped to find out what was wrong.
“Baby, what’s bothering you?”
She took in a breath and then sighed.
“I asked my doctor if we were ready for sex, and she said ‘yes.’ When I came upstairs, you still had your clothes on.”
The little shit.
I had my clothes off in a flash, to her delight. I threw her over my shoulder, kicked open my bedroom door, and deposited her in the middle of my bed. She was wiggling all over to remove her clothes as quickly as possible. It looked like a clothes bomb had gone off in my bedroom. Seeing Tracy naked took my breath away. My eyes took in the goddess in all her naked glory, stretched out across my bed. Her golden hair, in a bright halo around her head, made Tracy look like an angel.
I was so amped up that I had a slight performance issue. Tracy didn’t seem impressed.
“It was good for me at least,” I said to cover my embarrassment.
“You’re going to have to do something special to make up for that. I swear to God, I’ve been waiting for this for months, and Mr. Two-Stroke strikes. If I’d wanted that, I would have gone down to the local middle school. You better be able to get that worthless tool of yours up in the next few minutes, or I’m going to go find someone to finish the job.”
Tracy knew I was nothing if not competitive. All you had to say was someone was better at anything to get my attention. The heck with that. I sat up and found I was a little dizzy. Maybe too much blood went to a certain appendage.
“I’m sorry, give me a minute,” I groaned. Tracy was shooting dirty looks at me.
“If I didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t get to make that up to me. The last time I had a guy get off that fast was freshman year with Luke Herndon,” Tracy said, as she finished up.
“This I have to hear,” I said.
Hearing Luke as premature ejaculator brought an evil smile to my face. Tracy and I’d never discussed her sexual history. I think it was mostly because I didn’t have an interest in knowing. Just like Suzanne, Beth and Cindy, I didn’t really want to know. The main reason was that I knew they’d been sexually active in the past, and I would guess I’m friends with some of their past boyfriends.
Tracy thought about my request and she decided to share.
“Look, I don’t really want to go through all my past lovers. Luke, though, was funny. I went out with him for three months last fall. He was the hunky running back, and dating him helped establish me as top dog with the cheerleaders. You have to realize that was very important to me then.
“My problem at the time was Luke was my first. He would stroke one, maybe three times, and that was it, he was done. He played it up that I was soooo hot, but after football season I broke up with him. When he asked out Kim, she came to me for advice. I told her about his problem, but that he’d be a nice guy and help her reputation. She came to me later and told me he still had a quick trigger.”
I was chuckling at Tracy’s story. She noticed Mr. Happy was firming up.
She grabbed my member.
“Come on, big boy. Show me what you can do.”
I growled at her and I flopped onto my back. Let’s just say I did better.
“Thank you, David, I missed that.”
After I caught my breath, I jumped into the shower. Freshly showered, I came out and we talked. We spent time talking about what her doctor said. Tracy was happy that the no-sex ban had been lifted. She wanted me to know she was mine, with no more reservations. She was totally mine. I don’t think I had ever been happier.
Thursday December 19
WEDNESDAY NIGHT WAS a repeat of Tuesday. Tracy treated me to another round of lovemaking, and we were both happily exhausted by the time she went home.