Crystal wasn't my mother. She was much more. My big sister and my best friend all rolled into one. When I did something which made her sad or angry I would do all I could to make amends. Make sure I never did it again. Emotionally we fitted together, most of the time. We didn't have moods. If one of us had a problem we'd share it. Except in those circumstances where things were secret. Let's be honest, most of us have secrets we'd never tell our wives or best friends.
There were times, becoming far more noticeable over the years, when she'd be downhearted and miserable for a few days. I knew it wasn't something I'd done. While Crystal wouldn't always tell me what sin I'd committed, she always ensured I knew I'd done something wrong. Then it was up to me to find out what it was. After which I made an apology. Adjusted my behavior. If someone else had upset her, Crystal was not averse to letting them know. Forcefully and in their face. The baseball bat had been brandished many times. Several men had limped away after crossing one of her lines. I liked them. The lines I mean. She drew them. She stuck to them. They would only move very slowly over time, and she always let you know.
In the early years I tried hard to fathom what was making her miserable. Was it Dan? Had she received bad news? The possibilities were endless of course. Then, when I knew more about life in general, I theorized it could be her time of the month. Though these episodes were seemingly random, only happening once or at most twice a year. I began to track them. One in February. Another in late September. Then everything was fine until the following July. I couldn't find a link with anything. Any problem with her period was taken care of with a couple of Advil. These depressions only lasted a few days. Eventually she always bounced back. Returning to the same old Crystal. I'd forget about them until the next one came along.
High School was okay. There were classes I enjoyed and classes I endured. I did the minimum work necessary on some and studied hard on others. Andy and I were in a lot of the same classes all the way through to senior year. Our interest in girls growing by the year. He was far better than me with the ladies. As charming as his parents. He was also a lot better looking than me. I'm a five. Maybe a six in the right light. Andy was an eight. He went on dates frequently. I went on very few dates. They inevitably ended badly. As evidenced by the absence of second dates. I only had 3 throughout those 4 years.
Despite my incompetence I eventually lost my virginity, towards the end of junior year. I was 17 and Becky Sanchez was a senior. Maybe that's why I go for older women now. Becky had a reputation. She'd let you finger her for a Snickers, according to the rumors. Every time she had a day off it was assumed she was having an abortion. The cliche of the good time had by all. The snide comments and remarks others threw at her, made her hard as nails. Becky didn't take shit from anyone. Reminding me of Crystal in the broadest of ways. Their other characteristics, both in the physical appearance and temperaments were poles apart.
The impossible happened at a party Andy had dragged me along to. He was tracking another girl who was there. Hoping to work his magic on her. He needed a wingman. Did he balls. It was his way of getting me out and about. Involving me with the social life of our peers. There was alcohol involved. I avoided it. Crystal would have smelled it on me the second I got back. Around midnight, as it became a drunken mess, I stepped outside. Away from all the noise and bright lights. Sitting on a swing in the back garden. A little while later Becky emerged, pulling up her boob tube and swearing at whoever had yanked it down.
I have to admit I don't understand how these things work. So this is a complete guess. After she calmed down and stopped cursing, we talked. I didn't take any liberties. At some point she took me by the hand and led me to a gazebo, where I got sympathy sex. It wasn't dreadful. It wasn't mind blowing. It was awkward and clumsy. Lasting far longer than either of us was expecting. I didn't rock her world, that's for sure. Because of the design of the bench we did it on, I had to go quite slowly. If I built up any speed or power, the damn bench made a lot of noise. I stopped every time I heard anyone come outside. Or when a door or window was opened. I'd lost my virginity. I'd kind of enjoyed it. Becky was nice to me. Possibly because afterwards I didn't bolt. I stayed with her, thanking her for her kindness.
We actually talked more afterwards than before. I found out she'd only have penetrative sex with 3 guys before me. Not the hordes she was renowned for. Most of the guys she dated were lucky to get a handjob. Second base was usually her limit. Seeing the party was winding down, thanks to complaints from the neighbors and a visit from the police who went easy on the drunks. We kissed. She pulled my hand onto her breast. Then I walked her home. Kissed her again at her door. After which she lamented the fact I wasn't her type. Becky liked the bad guys who treated her nice. She told me I was a good guy. Under some circumstances I was. Under others I was the Devil incarnate. In my head at least. I didn't contradict her false impression of me. I'd learned that telling the truth can have unfortunate consequences.
My second relationship, again in the loosest sense, followed shortly after. Andy was away with his family for the first two weeks of summer break, this time they'd gone to Mexico. Crystal was finishing up her studies. Determined to graduate before I did. She succeeded, coming in the top five in every class she took. My next tryst was with none other than Camille Kochanski. The older woman again. I was at a loose end and she'd offered to pay me to tidy up her garden and carry out some maintenance on her home. Crystal told me exactly what to do, so I did it. As regards the yard work that is.
The other stuff happened by accident. Her former husband and his current wife were having another baby she'd discovered. So the first day I was there I found her sobbing in the kitchen. I'm not good with tears. I'm not good with most shows of emotion. I did my best. First patting her. Asking if I could do anything for her. When that didn't work I resorted to the hug. According to her current state of mind, she was an ugly, barren spinster. Doomed to die alone. Factually I pointed out she was extremely attractive. Reinforcing that by complimenting her figure in as much detail as possible. She wiped her tears away. Left to freshen up and throw some water on her face, before returning. Throwing herself at me, I caught her, she kissed me. And five minutes later we were in her bedroom.
She was an excellent teacher who succeeded in making dry old history interesting. She was also an absolute demon in the bedroom. That delightful lady taught me more about sex in three weeks than the internet and the rest of my life combined. The only thing we didn't do was anal. I was too big. The numbers in these matters are always tricky, but I'd say we averaged at least three times a day, before our affair inevitably ended. We were never in any danger of falling in love. This was pure sex for the sake of enjoyment. By the end of the first week she'd taught me to rock her world. One thing for sure she was a lot better at it than Becky. In addition I got paid for the yard work I did. When that finished, so did we. Camille gave me a kiss on the cheek when we parted. I thought it had ended very well. No tears only smiles.
Until three months later I learned she was pregnant from Crystal of all people. I think she knew I was banging Camille, although she never admitted it. My heart stopped. The world receded into the distance. I had tunnel vision. Until I was further informed she was marrying the fire fighter who'd knocked her up. Turned out she could carry a child to full term. Seven months later her son was born and less than a year after that she fell pregnant again. I was happy for her and relieved for myself. Neither of us had used any form of contraception.
That all happened after my third conquest. Me being the one conquered in each case. Crystal and I had returned from our delayed camping trip. Andy was joined at the hip with his latest girlfriend Jennifer. So we weren't seeing a lot of him. Things were very quiet as a result. Crystal didn't have any kids placed with her so I was luxuriating in having her mostly to myself.
This was the first time I instigated sex. My third ever sexual partner was Heather, of all people. Fresh from my sexual education by Camille, the two of us were out in the rec room. Which had grown to include a small bedroom. Heather would talk about anything. She was the dirtiest minded person I'd met, up to that point and well beyond. Heather was speculating on what Andy and Jennifer were up to at this moment. Going into explicit detail, before confessing she was a virgin and would probably end up having to pay for sex. She'd never been kissed by a man. Apart from her father. Her hollow laughter at this joke at her own expense galvanized me into action. We were friends, I could kiss her. When she declined my offer, I kissed her.
At first she resisted. Then she submitted and finally she responded. We must have necked for at least half an hour. At the end of which my left hand was firmly clasping her breast. Heather thought that was it. I decided otherwise. I picked her up in my arms, carrying her to the small bedroom. Where I placed her on the bed before joining her. I undressed both of us before using my recently learned oral skills. Working my way down her body. She was very skinny, but she had great breasts and a nice ass. Our love making wasn't visually appealing. Those twisted, thrashing limbs lashed out at me many times. A couple of heavy blows to the head and I removed her arm and leg braces.
We did it five times in all. That was the first day sorted. The two of us built up a mighty sweat. I had the bruises to prove it. I received a few more over the last days of summer break and we had a rematch that Christmas. That one was down to her. She'd met someone online. Then in person. Heather thought she was falling in love with him. Wanted to give a real relationship a go. Looking back I would say I was passing on the pleasure Camille had given me. Only in this case it was love rather than pleasure which drove me on. That last time did not end as intended. Heather headbutted me right on the nose while I was lifting her back into her wheelchair. She started laughing. That made me laugh uncontrollably, so I ended up falling over the wheelchair with her on top of me. You've got to hold onto the good times, because the bad times are coming. The least of which was me not having sex for the next year or so. It might have been two or three. I've got to keep some secrets. I'd somehow managed to never have been on a date with a female.
