“Do you date a lot?”
“I’ve never been on a real date. I went out with a group but never one on one.”
As we were talking, her mother pulled up and parked in the garage. She came out and looked at me.
“Jerry, is that you? It’s been a long time. What brings you here?”
“Hi Mrs. Dillon. It’s good to see you.”
I explained to her that our family moved this summer and I started school here.
“I decided to stop by and talk to Amy after I found out where she lived.”
Mrs. Dillon said, “come back anytime.” Then she went into the house.
“So, this Ray fellow, is he your lover?” I asked. She looked embarrassed.
“I’ve been going steady with him for a couple of years. He gets mad when I talk to other guys.”
We talked for a while then I left. I let Amy know that I still had feelings for her. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about it, if anything. At school whenever I saw her with Ray, I said hi just to piss him off. Sometimes I would tell her how nice she looked.
There was a big playoff game coming up and we were having a Sadie Hawkins dance the day before. Brenda, one of the other cheerleaders, asked me to take her. I told her I wasn’t the greatest dancer but I would go with her.
For those who don’t know what a Sadie Hawkins dance is, it’s for girls to ask guys out to the dance. My new friend Don said Beth—another cheerleader—had asked him to go. We decided to ride together. The girls were fine with that. Of course, Amy asked Ray. At the time, we didn’t know that the girls had dated some of the other players. They had asked us after all.
The dance was in the school gym. We were having a good time. I told Brenda that it was pretty much my first date so if I made some mistakes to let me know. Then I excused myself to use the men’s room. As I walked in I was grabbed by two guys. When I looked up, I saw Ray standing there.
“You stop messing with our girlfriends and stay away from Amy.”
They were holding me quite tight but I knew I could break loose in a couple of seconds.
“First of all, the girls asked us to the dance, and second, Amy has been my friend my whole life. You need to grow up.”
Ray took two steps toward me and cocked his fist back. I raised my foot and kicked him extremely hard on the side of his knee. He fell screaming and one of his buddies let go of my arm and bent down to see if he was all right. I literally flipped his other friend on top of both of them. Then I walked out and joined Brenda.
Fifteen minutes later an ambulance pulled up and two EMT’s went into the men’s room. They carried Ray out with his leg in a brace. The other two guys were just shook up. The principal asked what happened and they said some guys jumped them when they walked into the restroom. I saw Amy look over at me and I just shrugged my shoulders.
When we got in the car to take the girls home, Don and Beth were kissing. Actually, they were making out. Let’s say second base. Don asked me if we could park for a few minutes and I looked over at Brenda and she said it was all right with her.
I let Brenda take the lead because I wasn’t a lover. I kissed girls before but never really made out. Damn she was good. The girls had their cheerleader outfits on. I have to admit it was the first time I ever had my hands inside the panties of those outfits. I fingered her and she reached over and pulled out my cock. It was the first time any girl had jacked me off. Lucky I had napkins in the car.
After we cleaned up we took the girls home and they acted as if it was a normal thing and thanked us for taking them to the dance. Don told me it was pretty normal for him too. Even though I was eighteen, I guess I was just behind the times.
Early the next morning the girls pulled up at my house and honked the horn. I looked out and then went to see them. They stopped by to tell me that Ray had a dislocated knee and wouldn’t be able to play in the championship game today. They said that the word got around that the school heads figured that the team we were playing was responsible for jumping our players in the restroom. I guess Ray and friends didn’t want to admit the truth.
I went to the game with Don. We saw Ray was on crutches on the sideline. Our team lost a close one. Our defense played a hell of a game but the offense was unable to score. The game ended up seven to nothing. I actually felt somewhat bad for the rest of the team. It wasn’t their fault that Ray was an asshole.
Amy stopped talking to me. I believe she thought I had something to do with her boyfriend being hurt. None of the three players bothered me or talked to me until baseball season.
I began dating the other cheerleaders. I have to admit they were quite the wild bunch. Don and I double dated with Brenda and Beth a number of times. We did a lot of petting but I never had sex with them.
Baseball season had arrived and they were having tryouts. The coach asked me if I played at my previous school. I showed him my all-state certificates. He asked what positions I played and I told him I could play any position. I was a left-handed pitcher, a catcher, and an infielder. I also mentioned my batting average was over four hundred the last two years.
He called my previous coach who verified everything I said. The football players who also played baseball didn’t believe me. They tried to give me a hard time. A couple tried to start a fight. That’s when they learned I wasn’t someone to mess with. During practice, they began to see differently. Hardly anyone could hit my pitching. Little by little, they began to accept me.
In our first game, Ray was pitching. The coach put me on second base. I was to be the third batter. My first two times up I hit a single and a double. Ray was the fourth batter, or what’s known as the clean-up hitter. The score was tied at two in the eighth inning. I was up to bat and had a count of three balls and two strikes. The next pitch was a ball and I ran as fast as I could to first base.
Everyone began to laugh because I was running full speed on a walk, until I turned the corner and ran as fast as I could to second base. Since the catcher still had the ball, it was still in play. He quickly threw it to second base but the second baseman wasn’t there and the ball went into center field. By then I was on my way to third with a stand-up triple. The other team had the sense to throw the ball to home plate.
Note from author:
This really happened. My son played baseball and did exactly what I wrote.
Our team went crazy on the sideline and so did our fans, especially our cheerleaders. Ray was up next.
“Come on Ray, bring me home,” I yelled.
He hit a line drive single to center field and I took off for home base. Ray shut down the batters in the following inning and we won the game. I went up and shook his hand after the game. We got along a lot better the rest of the season. We had a near perfect season. I pulled the running on walks a few times that season until other teams learned to watch out for us. I might mention that this was the first year our school ever made it to the semi-state finals. We were one proud team. Ray and I both made the first team regional list.