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" Orange Touque 3 "
By Orestes
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Hi.
I'm Paris Young.
Big n' Dumb. That's what some folks call me.
But I ain't so dumb as they all think. Sure, I'm not the quickest
wit around. Some folks get a real kick out of playing with words. Big
word. Quick words. Sharp tongues. That's not me. If it's all the same,
I'll stick to the plain words, so as everyone can understand me. There
ain't nothing wrong with simple talk. It's fast talk that causes
problems.
My friend Paul was a fast talker. He could talk his way into trouble
most any day of the week..
When we were young together, my folks told us to be friends. They
figured that Paul could look out for me at school. They were always
scared that some other kids would take advantage. They had no cause to
fear. Most of the kids were pretty decent.
Paul was the one who needed taking care of. I can't count the times
I had to protect him from when he got in trouble with the local boys.
Me being big and all, they didn't mess much with me. Paul would stir up
trouble, and then run to me when things got bad. A real shit disturber,
that Paul.
So I can't say as I was upset when Paul went away for the whole
summer after eighth grade. I took a job with a landscaper for the
summer, and I didn't really want to spend all of my time taking care of
Paul's problems anyhow.
I was real excited about starting my new job. Being a farm boy
myself, I know a thing or two about plants. Not the fancy scientific
names, mind you, but I know how to make them grow. Some plants like
lots of water, and others like to go dry now and again. I was looking
forward to learning more about which plants were which while working
with Mr. Boldt, the man who owned the landscaping company.
" If you're willing to work hard, I'll make sure you come out all
right, " he told me that first day, and that sounded fine to me. It was
going to be a great summer.
That was also the summer I fell in love.
It just sort of crept up on me. Sometimes, I'd work with Mr. Boldt
on a big job, like putting in a new lawn, or a retaining wall, or some
other such thing. Most of the time, though, it was little things. I'd
be digging weeds, or trimming hedges, or whatever else came about. On
those days, Mr. Boldt would work on other things, and he'd just drop
Kara and I off in the mornings.
Kara was his daughter. We were the same age, but we hadn't gone to
school together much because her family just moved out to the valley in
the last year. So this was my first time really getting to know the
girl.
She was just a friendly little thing. We would work the full day
together, just the two of us, in the dirt and flowers. Sure, I did most
of the heavy lifting, but she was real smart about which plants were
which. We worked real good together. Her daddy was always pleased by
the way that we fixed up the gardens, and even though it was plenty
hard work, being around Kara made it kind of fun.
Anyhow, like I was saying, falling in love just sort of crept up on
me. She was a mighty cute girl. The sort of girl that wouldn't ever
give me a second look usually. Kara was friendly, though, and always
had something nice to say. She was smart too, but she didn't try to
talk over my head like some folks do when they figure I'm dumb.
One day, we were trimming this big old tree with lots of dead wood.
We ended up with a whole pile of branches to load up into the back of
the truck. Even though I was so much bigger than the girl, she did her
very best to keep up with me.
" Slow yourself down, Kara, " I warned her. " You're gonna give
yourself a heat stroke. "
It was an awfully hot day. She wore overalls on account of the kind
of work we were doing, and had a big streak of dirt across her forehead
from where she wiped the sweat away. Wood chips from the cutting were
tangled into her short brown hair.
Nothing I was going to say would slow Kara down, though. She was as
determined as ever to keep up with me. Well, I tried to slow down my
own pace, but she kept on going anyhow.
Next thing I knew, she fainted.
The girl had just plain wore herself out in the sun. I picked her up
and carried her to the shade underneath a maple tree, where the grass
was thick and cool. I got some water from the truck, and brought it to
her.
That's when I knew I was in love. I wiped her face with the cool
water until she woke up, and then we sat in the shade of that tree for
the next hour, just laughing and joking. I knew then that I wanted to
take care of her for a good long time. A sweet girl like her deserves
to be taken care of.
I never did get around to telling her all my feelings. I just sort
of figured that she knew.
" I sure am going to miss working with you, " I told her, when the
new year of school wasn't far away.
" We're going to see each other all of the time at school, Paris.
We're going to have a lot of fun. "
But I knew different. I'm not as dumb as folks think. I'm not so
popular in school. People don't dislike me. They just don't think of me
much at all. I'm just sort of there. All I could think is that it would
be real nice again next summer when me and Kara could work together
again.
I gave her a gift too, for her birthday, which was in September. At
first I couldn't think of what to buy a girl as nice as Kara. I didn't
want anyone to know the way I was feeling about her, so I shopped for
it myself. With the cold weather coming on, I thought I'd buy her
something for winter.
It was kind of stupid, really. I ain't got no fashion sense. I
bought her this bright orange touque, with little tassels hanging down
the sides. I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it. It just
really reminded me of her, all bright and pretty.
When I gave it to her, I figured that she would think it was stupid,
but she put it right on, and gave me a big hug. I don't think I ever
felt so happy. Then she promised that she would wear it all the time
when the weather got cold.
School started, and it wasn't any surprise that I didn't hang out
much with Kara. That was okay, though. She still talked to me
sometimes. Besides, I knew that when the school year was over, we'd be
back to working together, and we'd spend all sorts of time together.
Everything went back to normal. Paul came back from vacation with
his folks, and started causing all sorts of trouble again.
I didn't pay much attention to it until he began to hang around with
Kara.
Now, I already said I felt a bit protective of the girl, and it
ain't far from the truth if you were to say I was jealous. More than
jealous. I spent all summer getting to know this great girl, and
learning all about her, and here comes Paul, with his fast talk and
dirty mind, and I can just see that he's got his sights on Kara.
" Why don't you leave Kara alone, " I made the suggestion one day
while I was over at his place.
Well, he knew where I was coming from right away.
" Do you have a little bit of a crush on her, Paris ?"
" That ain't the point, Paul. I know the way you treat girls. It
ain't very nice. I just think that you should leave Kara alone. "
Of all the girls in school, why'd he have to pick sweet little Kara
anyhow ?
" Well, I'll keep that in mind, Paris, " he taunted me. He was
having fun with this.
I don't rise to anger too quickly. That's a lesson I learned early,
on account of my size, and that I could hurt someone. Paul was getting
under my skin though. I just wanted to take that smile off of his face.
I did it with one hand. When I had him pinned against the wall, he
wasn't so smug.
" I'm serious Paul. That girl deserves to be treated good. You had
better leave her alone. "
Well, I should've known right then that I'd made a mistake. I mean,
he gave me all sorts of promises that he'd leave Kara alone, but it was
really the wrong thing I did. A guy like Paul can't be trusted. Now
that he knew the way I felt about Kara, I was sure he would go after
her. Hell, he might have done it anyhow. Who knows ? But I sure
regretted giving him a reason.
Two months went by, and as the winter season came on, Kara wore the
orange touque. When I saw her in it, I loved her more than ever. I
suppose all the other kids thought it was pretty stupid, but she wore
it anyhow. Kara talked to me lots of times in classes, and I thought
that maybe she was beginning to like me too.
Then I started to see her and Paul together more often.
There ain't no describing the sick kind of feeling I got whenever I
saw them together. Sure, he pretended to leave her alone when I was
around, but he must have thought I was awful stupid to not figure
things out.
Next thing I wanted to do was warn Kara about him.
Hell, anything to stop it from happening.
But, you know, I got to thinking about the way I threatened Paul,
and he just wanted her more. I figured that if I were to tell Kara to
stay away from him, it might just blow up in my face.
There comes a time when you just can't do much of anything. Somebody
told me that once. It doesn't make things any easier. I heard the
rumours about the two of them. One day, I even saw them walking down
the hall together holding hands. My heart was on the floor.
For the life of me, I can't figure out who I was mad at more. Maybe
if I wasn't so shy, I could have told Kara about the way I loved her.
Maybe I would have told her about the way I wanted to take care of her,
and the way that I wanted to giver her everything I could manage. So I
was plenty mad at myself.
I was mad at Paul too. He knew how I felt about her. He was the only
one who knew my feelings. He should have been my friend, and kept
himself away from her. Instead, I just know how he must have gone to
her with the kind of pretty words that I couldn't put together. He was
everything that I wasn't, and there was no way that I could compete
with that.
Kara, too, I'm ashamed to admit. How could she fall in love with a
guy like Paul ? I wondered if maybe she knew how much it was hurting
me. No. Kara wasn't ever that mean. But I was mad at her all the same.
Hell, maybe I was mad at everything.
I didn't do anything, though. Even though I cried in private, I
didn't want to hurt Kara by talking bad about Paul. Imagine that, a big
guy like me crying in bed at night. But it just hurt so bad. I just
really hoped that he was treating her okay.
I watched her a lot then. The winter kept on, and she was wearing my
orange toque. When I saw her in it, I felt hope in my heart. Maybe she
would come back after all. But she was getting sad too. One day in
January, I found her crying out beside the school.
" What's the matter, Kara ?" I asked, but she didn't want to talk.
She gave me a big hug, and buried herself in my big old coat, and cried
into my chest. It felt good to hold her, but I couldn't do anything to
make the girl feel any better.
Paul was having some friends over on the weekend. He and I weren't
all that close these days, but I figured I'd come over anyhow, and
maybe talk to him about Kara. You might not believe me, but I just
really wanted her to be happy, even if it meant that she wanted to be
with Paul.
I didn't ever knock when I wanted to go into Paul's house. We've
been friends so long, it just wouldn't seem proper. Besides, his
parents weren't home anyhow, so I wouldn't be bothering anyone.
When I got close to Paul's room, I could hear him talking to his
friends, and I also heard the TV set. Well, I'm not as dumb as some
people take me for, and I figured from the sounds of the TV and the way
they were talking that they were watching a porno movie. I paused
outside his door, and looked in to see what it was they were watching.
Well, I already told you, I don't rise to anger too quickly, but
what I saw made me want to do some serious damage. On the video screen
was a scene of Kara and Paul having sex. It was a sure thing that she
didn't know anything about the video. It looked like part of the view
was covered by some clothing, like he had hidden the camera in his
laundry or something.
" Oh yeah, you're beautiful Kara, " the Paul from the video told her
as they made out on the bed.
And she was. He had her out of most of her clothes. I couldn't help
but look at her firm tits and the pointy pink nipples on them.
He was stroking his cock in front of her on the bed.
" Suck it for a while, baby."
How did he have this power over girls ? He's not a bad looking guy,
but I couldn't ever figure out why the girls always seemed to fall for
him. In the video, I could see Kara's pretty face, and soft lips
touching his cock. He groaned as she did it for him.
The video was an insult to her. It made me mad to think of the way
he took advantage. I couldn't help but watch, though, as all the
feelings welled up inside of me.
In the video, he pulled her face away from him.
" Can we use a rubber this time ?" I heard Kara's voice.
" No way, baby. You know I can't enjoy it that way. Don't worry,
I'll pull out this time. "
The three guys in Paul's room laughed over this line while watching.
I just wanted to reach into the TV screen and tear the two of them
apart.
Kara pulled off her panties, and dropped them into a pile of clothes
at the head of the bed. In the pile, I could see the orange touque I
gave her. It was almost more than I could stand.
" Oh, that's good baby, spread yourself open. "
She obeyed his lewd words, and used her hands to pull open her pussy
lips. He wasn't going to wait one more minute. He put himself between
her legs, and shoved into her.
" Aaagh... slower, Paul. "
But he wasn't paying no attention. The camera was behind him now,
and most of what I could see was Paul's white ass clenching. It was so
hard to watch. This was the girl of my dreams, and he was using her
without no regard for her feelings.
I almost couldn't watch the end. Anger was choking in my throat.
He was so rough with her. Maybe that was what girls liked, I
thought. But there wasn't any way I could bring myself to be like that.
" Oh, god, baby, you're so sweet and tight. "
What hurt more was that I heard Kara groan in pleasure. She was
starting to enjoy it. But before she really got into it, Paul was
starting to groan and grunt like he was getting off. I couldn't help
but think that he sounded like some sort of pig.
" Not inside of me, " Kara tried to say, but he was already doing
it. His butt clenched a few more times, and then he rolled off of her.
That final scene was real hard to get out of my mind when I thought
about it later. While Kara went off to the washroom to clean herself,
Paul winked at the camera. He took her panties from the pile, and
dropped it into one of his drawers as a sort of trophy.
" Holy fuck, man... that's hot. I can't wait to do her. "
" Yeah... maybe I can convince her, " Paul told his friend, " but
she's kind of pissed at me right now. She thinks she might be pregnant.
I told her that it was her fucking problem, and to get a fucking
abortion. "
So now I knew what she was crying about. I didn't want to hear no
more of this, and so I left the house real quiet. For a guy that
everyone thinks is so dumb, I sure do spend a lot of time thinking. I
didn't do much else that night. I didn't even sleep.
The next day, I went over to see Paul again. I was trying real hard
not to let my anger get the best of me. He was still asleep when I got
there. I said hello to his folks, and then went in there to wake him up.
" Time to get up, Paul. " I kicked the side of the bed.
" Paris, what the fuck...?"
" I'm serious Paul, we need to talk. "
He got himself out of bed, and put on his jeans.
" What about, Paris ?"
" It's about Kara. I know that she's pregnant. I think you ought to
do something about it. "
First he looked a bit frightened, but I guess he then figured that I
wouldn't do anything violent with his parents in the next room.
" Like what ?"
" Well, you ought to marry her. She's a fine girl, and she's got a
good family. You ought to do the right thing by her. "
Well, it hurt me to even suggest it. I didn't really want them to be
together, but it just seemed like the proper thing. Paul didn't think
so.
" No way man. If that little tramp got pregnant, that's her own
damned fault. "
That got me riled.
" Now, you treat her with some respect, Paul. She's a nice girl. One
way or another, I'm gonna make sure that the right thing is done by
her. "
" Go fuck yourself. "
Those were his final words to me ever. It was the wrong thing to
say.
He was right that I wouldn't do him no violence with his parents
sitting in the next room and all. Hell, maybe I wouldn't have done him
any violence at all if things had worked out differently.
Something else I had thought about was marrying the girl myself to
make things right. But I didn't ever get the chance to ask her. By
Monday she was gone. She ran away on the weekend, and no one could find
her. God, I wish she had come to me. But it wasn't me that she wanted.
The only guy who could have kept her around was Paul. His words
bounced around in my head.
' Go fuck yourself, ' he had said, to the one guy who had defended
him all these years. He said those words to the guy who he stole Kara
from. To the guy who cared about her more than anything else in the
world. And now he'd driven her away.
She didn't come back in a month. It was the saddest month of my
life. That's around the time Paul disappeared too. I ain't so dumb as
everyone thinks. I took him when he wasn't expecting it. No one even
knew he was gone until he didn't come home that night.
The way I figured it, it was justice. A life for a life, like the
Bible or something says. He took Kara's life away from her. So he ends
up at the bottom of an irrigation canal, where a lot of local folks
throw away their junk.
At first I felt a little bad about it. We were friends and all. But
then a year went by, and Kara wasn't found either. After that time, I
didn't feel so bad about Paul. A few years later, Mr. Boldt and his
family moved up country. I worked with him during the summers until he
left, but neither one of us talked much while we worked. We both knew
what was missing.
So, I got married a couple of years back, to a lovely girl who was
also a friend of Kara's. We've got two kids now, and we're happy as can
be.
You might think that this is the end of the story, seeing as I'm
wrapping everything up and all. But it ain't.
I hadn't ever expected to see Kara again. When I saw her in the
garden store that day, my heart almost fell clear out of my chest.
" Hi Kara, " I said, not knowing what else to say. I was never one
for fancy words.
Well, she knew me right away, and I took her for a drive out to meet
my family and all. We sat on the back steps, and we talked for hours.
She had an awfully rough time in the city. I wouldn't even know where
to start, but it ain't my story to tell anyhow.
But I will say that it felt mighty good to have her back anyhow.
She's got a little boy named Paris too, and that made me blush a little
bit. Kara's living with one of the teachers from our old school, and he
was always a nice guy from what I recall. Anyhow, he's treating her
good, the way she deserves, and I'm happy for them.
I will say one more thing, though I hate to leave the story on a bad
note. When Kara told me all about her time in the city, I learned about
some of the people who took advantage. Now, you know that's something
that I won't put up with when it comes to Kara. I think that I'm going
to have a word with some of those folks.
And if they won't do right by her, well, there's always more room in
that big old irrigation canal for some more useless junk.
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