The next morning in history class I had the uneasy feeling that Miss Beecher was staring at me for most of the period.
And again at lunch I found her standing behind me in line. As we ate our conversation consisted mainly of small talk but just before we got up to leave she asked me if I would be willing to come over to her apartment and help her hang some drapes this Saturday. She said that she was new in town and I was the first person that she had gotten to know and she really needed the curtains up for some privacy.
Arriving at the address Miss Beecher gave me a little after 1pm I parked my bike out side the apartment house. Right in front of her door. She musta heard me pull up because she came bounding out to meet me.
“You have any trouble finding me ?”
“No, no trouble at all.”
“Come on it I’ll give you the grand tour.”
When we got in side there wasn’t much to see , just a one bedroom apartment with very little furniture.
A small kitchen table with two chairs in one corner and at the other end of the room some cement blocks and boards holding up her stereo with a pile of records next to the one and only easy chair.
There were two piles of boxes.
Hanging the curtains in the living room didn’t take long. “Next the bed room .” she said handing me another set of curtains. The bed room was even more depressing. A pile of boxes overflowing with clothes a bureau with a mirror a night stand with a small portable TV sitting on it and a empty water bed with a camping air matters lying in the middle.
“Why the empty water bed?”
“ Oh the stupid landlord wouldn’t let me fill the waterbed with water and I haven’t had any way to get a regular mattress here.”
“ I could pick one up for you.”
“On your bike what are you gonna do strap it to your back.”
“NO,NO I have a van we can use it to get one.”
“ That would be great, we’ll talk about it later lets get these curtains up and then I would to get out of here for a while.”
Finishing hanging the curtains I turned
“Miss Beecher would you like to take a ride with me on my bike?”
“ Please call me Abigail, and YES I’m dying to go for a ride. Go wait in the other room while I change in something else.”
When she finally emerged from the bedroom she had on a sloppy sweater her hair in a pony tail and she was wearing blue sunglasses.
When we got out to the parking lot I asked Abigail where she wanted to go?
“I want to see the infamous pick nick table.” she said with a giggle.
It didn’t take long to before we were heading up tower road to Lookout park. Parking near the same spot as before we walked over to the table.
Abigail was the first to notice the hand inscribed plaque
Someone had affixed to it.
“ Brads little big man”
We both had a good laugh at that.
Strolling around the park we stopped at a spot with a spectacular view to the northwest. You could see the lake with the mountains off in the distances with the leaves that had started to change colors
Not wanting to be seen by any of her students Abigail suggested that we continue are ride maybe out of town.
As we road she had her arms around my chest pulling herself tightly against my back squashing her breast between us.
Slowly her arms slid down my chest with each big bump or sharp curve to a point were her hands were on my belt. She really seemed to be holding on tight and pushing her crotch hard against my ass.
I could swear even over the nose of the fishtail pipes I heard her climax.
Finally stopping at a stop sign I turn and asked her if she was all right. She had kinda of a peculiar smile on her face.
“Yeah I’m ok, actually I’m a lot better than ok.”
“I’m getting hungry would you like to stop and get some thing to eat?”
The first place we came upon was called
“EAT HERE and get GAS”
Contrary to it’s name it was a quite nice little ma & pa kettle diner.
Emerging from dinner we found that the weather had taken a marked change for the worst. Rain clouds were rolling in from the west and the temperature was dropping rapidly.
The rain caught up with us about half way to Abigail’s apartment. We were getting drenched so I decided to head to my house, it being much closer.
Abigail was soaked to the bone by the time we got inside and I couldn’t have been any wetter if I had driven through the lake.
She was shivering uncontrollably, grabbing her hand I dragged her to the bathroom handing her a towel and told her to take a hot shower.
I went to my room to change in to something dry .
In about 15 minutes I herd her call “bring me something dry to wear Please.”
I rummage around and find a oversize t-shirt and my dressings gown that makes me look like Arthur dent.
(Aunts’ can give you the damnest Christmas presents .)
Abigail started yelling again that she had nothing to wear.
As I knocked on the bathroom door I said
“ Don’t panic wear these.”
A small hand appeared as the door cracked opened and whisked the clothes inside as the door closed with a bang.
“EWW GROSS !!” was all I heard .
Waiting in the livening room I picked up a book by Oolon Colluphid .
Abigail plopped down on the sofas next to me. The warm scent of apricot shampoo combined with lilac soap was intoxicating
“ That shower really helped get rid of those cold chills. Are we here all by our self’s, were are your parents ?”
“There not here yet. My farther works for the government and was transferred here but the project he was on didn’t get completed in time so we decided that I should come here first. That way I would be able to have a complete senior year of high school.
They are do here sometime around thanksgiving.”
“Your living here all alone, Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No just me, It’s not to bad other than the cooking.
They bought me a microwave oven so dinner isn’t too much of a hassle.”
After a short pause in the conversation I asked
“Would you like something to drink , to maybe help to take the chill off?”
“Yes that would be nice.”
“Would you like anything in particular ?”
“ No why don’t you just surprise me with something.”
In the kitchen I made a large bowl of popcorn And a flagon of hot mulled wine.
Along with these I placed some cheese and crackers on a large tray and returned to the live room.
Pouring out a mug of wine and handing it to her.
Bringing it up to her face letting the warm vapors caress her nose. “What is this ?”
“It’s hot mulled wine.”
“I’ve never had this before, I don’t know”
“Try it you’ll like it.”
Relaxing there we got to know one another talking about life the universe and everything.
The conversation got around to the fact that she liked poetry. I asked her if she liked modern poet like Rod McKuen?
“ No haven’t gotten in to any of his stuff yet, Why?”
“ Well I’ve have some thing I would like you to lessen to then.
Getting up I walked over to the stereo and put on
Rod McKuen The Earth / The San Sebastian Strings.
“ I think I like the mud kids the best see what you think.”
Getting up to flip the album over I noticed that the wine was all gone.
“Would you like some more wine?”
“ Ok, aarr, no wait make something stronger this time.”
Back in the kitchen I stopped to think. Something stronger, lets see. Slapping my forehead of course, A Harvey wallbanger to drink.
Returning with the drinks and a large jar of peanuts.
Handing her the drink she looked so cute, her face in a kinda of pouty smile as she sucked the drink up through the little mixing straw.