I noticed that Eric also headed back inside at the same time as I did, and from my bedroom I noticed that Eric’s bedroom curtains again were twitching? A spot of bird watching perhaps? Or spying on the girl next door?
Knowing it was the latter, I went into the bathroom and opened the window, before unclasping and pulling down my panties and sitting down barefoot on the toilet, the seat again left up thanks to my ever thoughtful brothers. This time I wasn’t on the toilet as long as this morning for the simple reason I only needed to pee, but no doubt Eric enjoyed the show and focusing his binoculars upon my pussy and my pubic hair, me keeping my knees wide apart as I sat urinating into the toilet so he would have a good view between my legs.
My pee over, I got toilet paper and wiped my wet urethra and vulva, then stood up and flushed the lavatory, pulling up my panties and overalls, then washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. Eric would see more interesting things in my bedroom as I undressed completely and put on my sports briefs and bra, then my baseball uniform, a light blue uniform with knee-length pants and matching light blue socks. I braided my blonde hair into two long plaits, and put on my light blue baseball cap, grabbed my catchers’ mitt and was ready to go.
While all this was happening, my brothers had been getting ready, Johnny, Andy and Richie packing overnight bags. The two younger boys were already outside as Johnny and I emerged, me holding the keys to our parents’ car to drive into town. Andy and Richie were staring at a passing aircraft that flew away at some distance, a Catalina sea plane.
Johnny laughed. “You two boys looking for UFOs again?”
Andy and Richie turned around and became defensive. “No,” Andy asserted.
“No we were looking at the plane, not for flying saucers,” said Richie.
It was my turn to laugh. “Who are you two kidding, you’re obsessed with flying saucers.”
“No, you are obsessed with flying saucers Betty,” Richie said, my younger brother glowering at me.
“Yes, I am,” I joked sarcastically, knowing that my two brothers were well and truly caught up in the UFO craze that had been sweeping America since the last summer. “So, have you remembered your toothbrushes?”
Andy snorted in derision as we went into the garage. “Yes Mom!”
The boys put their things in the trunk, and while Andy and Richie climbed into the back of Dad’s car, while I got into the drivers’ side and started it. Johnny stayed outside to close the garage door after I reversed out, then jumped into the front passenger seat. Before I could back out further, Andy yelled out, “Hey Betty, there’s your boyfriend!”
Puzzled that Bobby was here as he was supposed to meet us at the sports ground, I turned to look and there was Eric, pacing up and down near the bus stop looking worried.
“Yeah, really funny Andy,” I said.
“Eric really loves you, Betty,” said Richie, he and Andy laughing.
“Yeah, he does love you,” said Andy. “Betty, Betty, where for art thou, Betty?”
“He is such a square,” said Richie. “But he loves you Betty.”
From the back seat of the car, both of my younger brothers began to sing. “Eric and Betty, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G!”
“Okay, you need to stop making fun of poor Eric,” said Johnny.
“But he’s a loser, and it’s fun to tease losers,” asserted Andy.
“Yeah!” agreed Richie.
“No it’s not, how would you feel if some boys thought you were losers and teased you?” I pointed out. I noticed that Eric was pacing up and down still, looking most worried. “I wonder what’s wrong with him? We’d better see.”
“Oh, you’re not going to stop are you?” the horrified Andy asked.
“Yeah, if any of the other kids from school see they’ll think we’re squares too,” complained Richie bitterly.
“Shush,” Johnny warned our younger brothers, who looked out the car in dismay least should anyone from their Junior High be in the vicinity and see me stop and wind down the window.