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Spitfire and Messerschmitt

Chapter 10 :: Taking It Easy

I barely got to sleep when Wanda sat down on my bed.  I dragged
myself back from the brink of slumber.  Wanda was wearing one of
her long t-shirts, this one with a cute bear on the front; I had
a little trouble believing Wanda was into cute bears.

She saw I was awake, then snuggled down next to me, winding up in
the crook of my arm.  It was amazing how she could do that.  She
was taller than me, weighed about the same and was just all
around bigger.  And she seemed to shrink to fit the available
space; it was really remarkable.

"Tell me about this girl, Davey.  All about her."

I did, I gave Wanda a more complete explanation than Mom had
gotten.

Wanda nodded a couple of times, then kissed me on my cheek. 
"Right now, you sound like you are guilty of some terrible crime,
Davey."

"I took advantage of her."

She kissed my cheek again.  "I'd get upset at your short memory,
but you're a guy.  Think about you and me, Davey.  How did I get
your attention?"

"You didn't masturbate in front of me," I said, unsure what she
meant.

"No, I didn't masturbate in front of you.  I let you look at my
boobs, humped your leg and kissed you like crazy, pulled out your
cock and started pumping.

"Then there was Pammie.  She was a little more discreet, and
maybe that's where you got lucky.  But she came on to you really
strong, too."

"I said no to her, I should have said the same to Irene."

"In grade school, you get 'do-overs' in sports.  Life isn't like
that, Davey.  You did good with Pammie, really good.  I
personally think you did really, really good with me.  With
Irene...  Davey, that was maybe my fault.  I got you going pretty
good last week, then now all of a sudden I'm gone, spending time
with someone else."

"I don't want to be in your way," I told her.

She smiled sarcastically.  "You get in my way, little brother,
and you're going to look like a steam roller hit you.  All I was
thinking was that you were maybe just a little hornier than
usual.  That Mercedes is a cutie!"

"Yeah!"

"I will see what I can do about Irene.  I know Mom said some
things to you, but those are BS, Davey.  You said she's a year
behind you in school?  Less than a year younger?"

"Yes."

"Then don't worry about it.  If she has it as bad as you say,
she'll be trying to get Ronald McDonald and the Jack in the Box
guy in bed.  People will notice; they'd have cut you some slack
anyway, but once people understand, they'll feel sorry for the
girl and forget about you."

I did feel relieved.

"That said, you and I have a little problem to work on."

"What's that?"

"Don't jump to conclusions, Davey, because you don't really
understand.  But right now, Emily is blaming herself for what
happened tonight."

She'd asked me not to jump to conclusions so I bit my tongue. 
"Emily had nothing to do with it."

"Davey, when you lose your confidence, you lose your confidence.
She said you were staring at her breasts this morning and she let
you know she didn't like it."

"I was and I told her I was sorry.  What has that got to do with
Irene?"

"She thinks she got you all hard and horny.  I told her she does
have nice breasts, I've tasted them and they are yummy!"  Wanda
smiled wickedly.  "I've got to go back there in a minute and
taste them some more.  I just want you to stare at her breasts
tomorrow, if you get a chance."

"This is going to help how?" I asked, confused.

"She lacks self-confidence.  A guy drooling over your breasts
boosts your self-confidence; it doesn't cut it down.  I go down
the hall at school and I know fifty guys are staring at my
breasts.  God, is that a rush!  I stick them out and watch a few
of them!  I can almost get off just on that!"

"Maybe it's not as easy for girls who don't have quite so much to
be proud about," I said, hoping I was being careful.

Wanda giggled.  "I sure didn't notice you turning away, little
brother!  All I'm asking is for you to do something you would
have anyway.  Just don't try to cover it up, be a little
obvious."

She got up, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  "Dream about
me tonight," she said, as she left.

I might have, I don't remember.  I woke up at first light with a
solid erection.  I went outside, did the pool chemicals, came
back in and showered.  When I went back to the pool, Emily was
standing next to it.

"It's okay now," I told her.  "If you see the chemicals and the
testing kit," I gestured at the plastic boxes they came in,
sitting on a table, "that means you should check.  I leave them
out as a reminder to myself and everyone else."

She nodded and then dove off the side of the pool.  Only as she
hit the water did I realize that today she was wearing a simple
long t-shirt, like Wanda wore.  For a second, as she was going
in, I could see her bottom clearly, just before she hit the
water.  She was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else.

I was hard in a fraction of a second.  I walked over and jumped
in too, swimming extra hard.  I caught up with Emily just before
we reached the end of the first full lap; I was tempted to lay
back and watch her very cute butt.  Instead, I buried the desire,
used it to motivate myself to swim.  I really swam hard, pushing
myself much more than I'd ever done before.

I finally ended up sitting next to Emily, breathing hard.  We sat
in silence for some time, until I was finally breathing
normally.

"Wanda told me last night, that if I came on to you like that
girl did yesterday, you'd probably make love to me, too."

I turned to look at her.  "Emily, I'm not going to lie to you.  I
am attracted to you.  I'm attracted to other girls.  Some, more
than I'm attracted to you.  I always thought we were supposed to
save ourselves for marriage.  That's what I was taught.  Now I
find out that everyone sleeps around.  Well, maybe not everyone,
but a lot of the people I know don't seem to have a problem with
doing it.  Once, twice... however many times the spirit moves
them.

"Now I know I'm like them; it's humbling, Emily.  I'm not sorry I
like you, I'm not sorry I get hard looking at you.  But I'm not
that guy who raped you.  It would have to be something you really
wanted."

"Wanda told me that having my one and only experience so far like
it was, it's got to be messing up my perspective.  That's the
word she used, perspective."  Emily was silent for a minute, and
I just sat there, wondering about perspective.

"She told me that I should find a guy I like, someone with a
little experience.  And let him show me how it really is supposed
to be like.  She said you were the person she'd suggest to a girl
who wanted to have a good first time."

I swallowed, not at all sure if you could say something after
that.

Emily stood up.  "I don't know if I ever will, but I wanted you
to know that I understand what you've done for me.  I want to be
friends, okay?"

"We are friends," I told her.  "Thanks, Emily."

She nodded and headed for the house.  I watched her go.  What if
Emily decided she wanted me to make love to her?  Mom had said
having sex with someone more that once or twice led away from it
being casual.  I liked Emily, I really and truly did.  Seeing her
breasts, seeing her bottom, that aroused me.  But it wasn't in
the same class as when I was with Mercedes.

I stood up and went and got ready for school.

The day was a nice one.  Mercedes and I had agreed to meet before
classes started and we did, sitting and talking about our
impressions about the first day, about what we were looking
forward to.  We moved to the biology lab when Ms. Weaver opened
the door.  She passed around a sign-up sheet even before the
first bell rang to start the attendance period.

"Fill in your names in the block that represents the desk.  If
you are partnered, good.  Draw an arrow connecting you.  If your
partner is absent today, leave their spot blank, but put in the
connecting arrow."  She had a sample on the board.

She handed out a schedule to everyone, with an outline of what we
would be covering and when.  Then it was off to English, followed
by algebra.

I want to say a special word about algebra class that first full
day of school.  I'd liked both Ms. Weaver and Ms. Churchwood from
the start.  But there was something about Ms. Churchwood that
made her stand out.  Even in the very short introductory period
I'd seen it, but the first full day, that confirmed everything
I'd thought.

I sat there taking notes, Mercedes a few feet away, was doing the
same thing.  We compared them later; they were almost word for
word the same.  Mrs. Churchwood spoke in major concepts; almost
every word was important to the point she was trying to teach.

That first day we went from simple concepts of point, line,
plane, then on to graphs, then to slopes of linear equations,
what looked to be a digression into the quadratic equation, then
back to the graph of a simple circle.  Then she advanced the idea
of an arbitrarily small change in the slope of a line, used the
quadratic equation and came up with the solution, using algebra.

She finished about a minute before the bell rang.  In those few
seconds she stood looking at us, then underlined the final
equation.  "Remember the elevator engineer?  This is what he did.
 We just took the first derivative of the general equation that
defines a circle.  This is also known as calculus.  You have
until tomorrow to look over what we did to get where we got.  Ask
questions tomorrow, then we'll cover a few other shapes."

The exercises in the Microsoft Office class were mind-rotting
dull; I was finished long before the class was over.  Even
Mercedes finished before the bell, using only the ten minutes we
were given to work on the daily exercise.

Mercedes and I sat together at lunch and then Emily joined us. 
Mercedes and I were on one side of the table; Emily sat down on
the other.  "How are your classes, Emily?" I asked.

She looked at me and shrugged, "It doesn't matter, does it?  It's
not like I'm going to finish!"

Mercedes sat up.  "Of course it matters!  We're freshmen!  We
have four years to get it right, get a scholarship to some place
where they think Texas is another country."

Emily looked at me, her eyes hooded; I could tell she was
depressed.

"Emily," I said slowly, "sometimes the things you fear the most
don't matter to anyone else.  Sometimes the things you don't
worry about are what you should worry about."

It wasn't much of a circumlocution; Mercedes picked right up on
it.  "They won't let you finish the year?"

Emily shook her head, closing her eyes.  She looked as if she was
going to cry again.

Mercedes looked at me, concern written on her face.  I shook my
head, without either of us saying anything.

I decided that Dr. Jacoby, Wanda and my mom had all talked about
Emily's pregnancy; that it had to be her choice to talk about it.
 No one had said anything about not explaining houseguests.

"Emily is staying with us for a while," I told Mercedes, "until
her home situation clears up."

"My mom wants me to have an abortion," Emily said quietly.

"Su Madre!" Mercedes exclaimed loudly.  I'd heard that a time or
two; I was sure it wasn't a polite phrase.

Emily nodded.  "Davey's mom, she's pro-choice, but she says it's
hypocrisy to be in favor of only one of the choices.  Davey, his
sister, his mother and father -- they have been very nice to
me."

"Emily is my friend," I said, looking right at Mercedes.

"He's been nice," Emily agreed.  "Maybe not all boys are as bad
as I thought."

Mercedes looked at me for a second, before she spoke.  For a
second her eyes reminded me of Wanda's.  "Boys are boys; it's
when they turn into devils you have to worry.  But then, you know
that."

Emily nodded.

"Davey though, the Messerschmitt, he's in a class by himself,"
Mercedes said, then leaned close, her lips brushing my cheek.

I hastily glanced around but no teachers were close.  Public
displays of affections, PDA's, weren't tolerated.  You couldn't
even hold hands.

Mercedes grinned.  "We should do something to motivate Emily,
Messerschmitt!"

"I don't think she wants to come out for the baseball team," I
said, laughing.  I looked at Emily.  "Of course, I could put in a
good word for you, too."

"You play baseball?" Emily asked me.

I chuckled.  Something so big, so new in my life, had flown right
under Emily's radar.  That was because she had bigger fish to
fry, I thought.  It was sad, not funny.

"Both of us," Mercedes answered.

"Together, Spitfire!"  We grinned at each other and Emily blushed
again.

Mercedes laughed, "You are so cute when you blush, girl!"

Emily managed to stop blushing.  Mercedes turned to me, "You and
me need to talk about things, Davey.  Heart to heart."  Mercedes
looked at Emily.  "Listen to me, I've never been where you are; I
know it happens.  You have Davey for a friend, that's something!
I've only known him a couple of days, but he's something else!"

"I played Magic with him in grade school, but until the other
day, we hadn't really talked, either.  Now he's like my big
brother."

"You listen to your big brother!  I know Wanda a little; she and
some of my sisters are friends.  She's popular and everyone says
she's really nice."

I realized a couple of things just then.  Mercedes' source was
Pammie and Pammie hadn't told her about Wanda.  "My sister and
Emily have a lot in common, not everything, but enough," I told
Mercedes.

I saw her look surprised and then nod.  "You listen to these
people, Emily.  Don't take shit off anyone!  You listen good,
girl!  Now, I really, really need to talk to Davey!"

Emily nodded.  I got up and followed Mercedes, who was walking
rapidly away from the table.  A few minutes later we were
outside, walking.  She knew where she was going, evidently, and a
minute later we stopped.  She looked around and grinned.  "No one
comes here, Pammie says, because of the smell."

"What smell?" I asked.

Mercedes waved at a series of dumpsters a few feet away.  "I
expect they are pretty much unused today.  Tomorrow it will be a
little whiff, Friday it'll be unpopular."

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"You know about Pammie and me?"  Mercedes said it, rather than
asked it, but it was a question anyway.

I contemplated what to say; it's not like Mercedes hadn't been
there.  The question then became, was what I thought I knew the
real deal?

"I've heard something; I'd say my source was about as accurate as
Pammie ever gets."

"I was curious, Davey.  I understand you've been curious, too."

"Yes," I admitted.

"Davey, I figure by the end of the week, we're going to be
swamped.  Baseball, school, family.  You know what I mean."

I nodded.

"We could go through courtship and all of that; I've been there
and done that.  You skipped courtship and just got down to the
main course."

Pammie had told Mercedes about Wanda and me?  I was stunned.

Mercedes smiled.  "Davey, Pammie and I, we're close.  That girl
spent months trying to seduce me.  At the end, she would have sat
up and barked if I'd told her to."

I'd seen with my own eyes how desperate Pammie could get.  "You
know about Pammie and me?" I asked, wanting it to be clear.

"Yeah.  I have a temper, that time of the month.  Pammie can just
plain cuss.  You'd never pick her as a PK at all."

"PK?"

"Preacher's Kid," Mercedes responded.  "She told me you were
polite and firm, that you wanted to, but knew better.  Let's just
say I respect Pammie a great deal.

"Davey, I wanted it to happen.  I was curious; I was horny.  You
don't know what growing up Spanish is like.  You are smothered,
simply smothered.  I had a few chats with my mother about things.
 I have three older sisters who have slept around since they
found ways to keep it from her.  They are sluts; the only reason
they aren't mothers themselves is because the school has free
contraception.  Tomorrow, Davey, I'm going in, so you won't see
me during English."

I nodded, not really understanding.

"I made a deal with my mother.  I can date.  I promised her if I
found a boy I liked, I'd bring him around.  We'd go steady. 
Sunday, Davey, you're coming to meet the family."

"Okay," I said, a little bewildered about the pace Mercedes was
setting.

"I was with Pammie once.  I liked the sex, but I found I didn't
like Pammie that much.  I like you.  You and me, Davey, we're
like peas in a pod.  I figure either of us could do a lot worse.
I say, let's just skip all that courtship shit," she stopped and
laughed, "You know how hard it is for someone Spanish to say that
fast?"  She laughed again and went on, "We're going to skip all
of that.  I want to know what it's like with a guy, and you're
the guy.  Tomorrow or Friday, depending on what we can work
out."

I laughed.  My idea of heaven!  "And if I'm not as eager as
you?"

"Rumor has it, you respond well to motivation.  I will motivate
you, Davey."

I sighed.  A lot of people were flapping their lips.  I hoped Dad
was more circumspect about what I'd told him about Hannelore.

"Mercedes," I said, and she smiled sweetly at me.  "I love you."
That took her aback.

"You do?"

"I do.  Mercedes, if you love me, we can do this.  If you're like
my sister, just looking for someone to park his Hot Rod in your
Temple of Love...  I'd rather not."

She started laughing, having hysterics.  "Where do you get lines
like that?" she said, wiping away tears.

"I made it up," I told her.  "I read a lot."

"I guess you do!"  She smiled at me.  "I'm really close to saying
that, Davey.  My grandmother talked to me this summer, she told
me that a girl has to be certain.  If you can, she told me, be
with a boy before you fall head over heels in love with him.  The
act of love, she told me, tells you everything you need to know
about a man.  I respect her and I promised."

"Well, I wanted you to know where I stand," I told her.

Mercedes nodded back at the cafeteria.  "Pammie taught me a lot
of things.  Like there's no shame in finding pleasure with
someone, even if it's just once.  I liked being with Pammie,
Davey.  I don't particularly want to be with her again, but I
won't say it can't happen.  There may be others."

I couldn't very well explain straying as explained to me by my
parents.  "There are a few people I might feel something like
that towards," I said without emphasis.

She nodded.  "I understand, Davey.  I promise you that if you
love me, I'll love you.  Once I'm sure."

"Okay," I agreed.  What wasn't to like about the arrangement?

"We're both smart," Mercedes told me.  "We both want to go places
far, far away.  We can do it together.  It will be so cool!"

It would be.  And, she had reminded me about Blue Crush.  "After
school today, come to a movie with me.  There's a showing at
three-thirty.  I can arrange something, we can get a ride home,
I'm sure.  The movie lets out at five twenty-five, I can have you
home by a quarter of six!"

"Homework?" she asked.

"Today will be the lightest day until Christmas break.  I don't
want to mess things up, either."

"I need to call home," she said.  I saw her eyes go to something
behind me.

"You can use my cell phone," I told her, looked behind me and saw
Hannelore standing a few feet away.

"Parker, how are you?" she said, her face was smiling, but her
eyes were spitting daggers.

"It's Harper, ma'am.  I'm fine, thanks."

"Tell your father I appreciate his hospitality the other night,
but I have some personal business to take care of next Saturday.
Will you be there?"

I was tolerably sure she'd go from mild to actively hostile if I
told her that the others wanted to win some of her money from me.
 "My dad says that until the judge's wife gets better, I should
play."  I contemplated a mild dig at her, and then decided to
leave well enough alone.  I wouldn't say that I thought I still
had a lot to learn.

"Well, I wish you luck!  I've got a little time before my prep
period ends, things to do, places to go!"  She walked past us,
heading towards the office.

I was stunned.  What a stupid lie!  She had third period free;
this was her lunch period!  Why did she say such a dumb thing?

"How long was she close enough to hear us?" I asked Mercedes.

"You were talking about what time the movie let out."

I sighed with relief; Mercedes and I could be 'friends' for a
while longer.  I wasn't sure what that woman would do if she
found out we really liked each other.

"Mercedes, I have a favor to ask," I told her.

"Sure, Davey."

"Go back and talk to Emily.  You have never heard me talk about
Hannelore; you don't know anybody I talk to except Wanda, Pammie
and Emily.  If Miss Kimmel asks you anything, try to give her as
little as you can."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know," I told her.  "But she really seems to hold a
grudge."

"I'll say!"  Mercedes said.  I reached out and touched her hand.
She smiled at me, before heading back toward the cafeteria.

I walked a few feet, where I could see if someone was coming
around the corner, so that woman couldn't sneak up on me again. 
I pulled out my phone and found Blade's cell phone number.  I
pushed the auto-dial.

"Yes?" It was Blade's voice that answered, but he was obviously
not sure who was on my end.

"Davey Harper, sir."

"Ah!  How's school, Davey?"

"Fine.  Blade, Hannelore saw me with my girlfriend.  She looked
really, really angry.  She talked polite, she said something had
come up and she wasn't going to be able to play poker Saturday. 
Then she lied.  She told me she was on break, and she had things
to do.  It was lunch period!"

I found myself repeating the exact words to him, like I'd done
the other day.

"Davey, I think she's just really pissed.  She lost a good deal
of money Saturday and even more face.  She's a teacher after all;
they don't pay starting teachers very much.  She was complaining
about it."

It was like I was there again, looking into her eyes as she
looked at her cards, then at what I had showing.

"Blade, she was furious before all the money went on the table."

"Davey, don't get excited.  She's just a frustrated woman who
happens to be a bad loser on top of everything else she's bad at.
 Still, if you have any more dealings with her, keep me posted. 
Try not to have any more dealings with her."

I pushed the "End" button on my phone and looked around.  She was
a frustrated woman?  Was that maybe a sign Blade had slept with
her?  Or had tried and failed?  They were adults!  They could do
whatever they wanted!  I'd slept with my sister; I'd had sex with
Irene.  I'd stared with lust in my heart at Emily, even if I'd
managed to keep the lust away from my brain.  I'd suffered
serious lust with Pammie.  No, if Blade and Hannelore had been
lovers, it was none of my business.

I went into the cafeteria; there were still about ten minutes
left before the period ended.  Karen was sitting at the table,
next to Mercedes.  I sat down next to Mercedes.

"I am so glad to see familiar faces," Karen exclaimed.  "You have
no idea!"

I kicked myself.  Freshman and sophomores had first lunch;
juniors and seniors had second lunch.  There were a few
exceptions, but not many.  Pammie should have arranged something
with me.

"We'll meet here tomorrow," I told the others.  "We're freshman,
we need to stick together!"

Both Karen and Emily nodded shyly.  I recognized that and
mentally shook my head.  What had happened to me?  A week ago, I
was a wuss.  Now I shared a table with three girls, two of whom
had suggested they might find sex with me desirable.  The third
had been proposed to be my girlfriend for the next year.

"Emily, are you and Karen in any of the same classes?"

They didn't know; sure enough, they were in two of the same
classes, but were sitting far enough apart that they hadn't
recognized each other.  They were also in the regular college
prep track, which would, so we'd been told in eighth grade,
prepare them for community college.

The bell rang and Mercedes and I traded smiles and a promise to
meet after school.

Colonel Terrell was just as acerbic as he'd been before, but he
had more time to exercise our minds with his questions.  It was a
little surprising to learn that America had been discovered
because refrigerators hadn't been invented yet.  That, more than
anything else, the spices from the Orient were highly desired to
color the flavor of meat going bad.  Not that they'd minded
shipping silks and gems and a zillion other things as well as
long as they were going that way anyway.

In PE the guys going out for a sport were separated out and we
started doing exercises.  Mercedes showed up as well, wearing
shorts and a t-shirt.  I was aware of a lot of guys looking at
her; I'm sure she was aware of it too.

The last bell of the day rang and I hurried off to meet Mercedes.
 The mall was about two miles away, really too far to walk in the
time we had, so we hopped a bus and rode.  I called Wanda and
just got her voice mail.  I left her a message asking her if she
could pick us up at half past five and take Mercedes home.  I
told her to call me before then and let me know.

Mercedes listened to me talk and when I finished, she gestured at
the phone and I gave it to her.  She figured out how to use it
pretty quickly, and called home and told her mother she was going
to a movie and would be home by six.

Mercedes looked at me.  "Aren't you going to call home?"

"Last year, I played Magic after school sometimes.  My mom hates
having her phone ring; Dad is even worse.  I'm supposed to check
in with Wanda, or leave a message on the house phone.  Dad works
late, most nights, at least until seven.  Mom spends her day at
the country club."

Mercedes shook her head in wonder.  Not for the first time I
realized the rules were different for guys and girls.

She liked the movie; particularly she liked the waves.  That, and
the first time she saw Penny she leaned close and whispered in my
ear.  "Are you in love with me or my braids?"

"Both?" I said, trying to be honest.

She took my hand in hers.  "Right answer!  One of these days,
I'll let you watch what they entail.  It's a labor of love!"

We stayed holding hands, even after the movie was over.  I
checked my phone and found a voice mail from Wanda saying she'd
be there to pick us up.

We went outside, spent a moment letting our eyes adjust to the
bright sunlight of the West Texas sun.  Wanda beeped her horn,
she was across the parking lot in the traffic lane, waiting for
us.

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