"I let a lot of people down. Over the summer, I changed; I'm not the same guy you remember. I'm no longer the 'stupid boy' you knew." 'Stupid Boy' was her nickname for me. "I am also not the dick I was in the spring. I'm clean and sober and I intend to stay that way. I'm hoping you will give me a chance and we can be friends again."
Tami looked like she was going to cry again. She finally said, "I missed you. Why didn't you call me over the summer?"
How do I explain how messed up I was? "I wasn't ready. I had to fix me before I could come back, but I am back now. Look, will you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
She took a deep breath and nodded her head yes. "Let me get a look at you."
She looked me up and down and did a little twirl with her finger indicating she wanted me to do a spin. If Tami wanted to check out my butt who was I to argue, so I did a little spin for her and I heard her make a little gasp.
"When did you get such a hot body? I mean you were always cute, but dang boy, you are going to have to beat the girls off with a stick." I was glad to hear her tease me.
I don't know where the cute thing came from, I guess in my mind's eye I was still the slightly chubby nerd of four months ago. I never had the best body image of myself. It is hard to imagine being cute.
"Look who is talking, you actually look like a woman now. Someone grew up over the summer and I have to say you are filling out your jeans nicely."
"You pig!"
Greg laughed at the two of us and told us to get in the car. Tami beat me to the front seat so I jumped in the back. She could have shotgun the rest of her life as long as I was with her. High School was going to be okay.
On the ride to school, Greg laid down the rules. "This is the first year we will both be in the same school since grade school. You will not embarrass me and act like a dork in front of my friends."
"I am not a dork," I said letting him know he had hurt my feelings.
Tami did not help, she giggled. I gave her a mock scowl and got her laughing even more.
"Settle down David, I know you're not a dork, but just don't act like one."
Greg and I are actually very close for brothers with a three-year age difference. He is a senior and one of the big men on campus. I was starting my lowly freshman year. Greg never tore me down in public like a lot of brothers do to their little brothers. Mom and Dad taught us that you did not embarrass each other outside the home. Believe me, break that rule and Mom and Dad can be much more embarrassing.
"After school I'm meeting Cindy to, ah, study. Do you think you can find your way home?"
My older brother is a legend when it comes to girls. All my friends give him rock star status. The funny thing was my brother wasn't the best-looking dude in school. If the rumors were true, he had slept with half the cheerleading squad and most of the other hot girls. He had a long list of hot girls going out with him since he was a freshman.
His current girlfriend was Cindy Lewis.
Every guy rates a girl in the first three seconds of meeting her. Yes, we would never admit this to a girl, but we do. For Cindy the rating goes like this. First, she is definitely a 9 to 9.5 on looks alone. I think I subconsciously deducted a half point because she was dating someone. If I were judging her as a total stranger and not knowing about her going out with my brother she would be a solid 9.5.
Second, her breasts were somewhere between grapefruits and a melon. I would give them a solid 9. Now her ass is another story. I LOVE a fine ass. Cindy had one of the top 5 asses in our school. She rated a 10.
Finally, of course, is 'Would you bang her?' This goes from ' ... right here in front of everyone!' all the way down to 'not even with my worst enemy's dick!'
Overall would rate Cindy a solid nine out of ten. She had always been the type to go out with the current ken-doll-jock type. I would say she was odds on favorite for home coming queen this year. When she agreed to go out with my brother, everyone was shocked.
The strange thing was if the rumors where true my brother had stopped dating other girls. It looked like this was his first serious girlfriend. His almost three-year streak of a new girl each month had ended.
If you had told me that my brother was off the market, I would have laughed. It wasn't that he went out with multiple girls. He actually had a couple of firm rules. The first was never go out with a girl who is in a relationship.
The second was while you were with someone you did not cheat. By some unspoken agreement girls seemed to go out with Greg for 3 to 6 weeks and then they move on.
What always amazed me was you never heard a bad thing about Greg. It seemed everyone he dated truly liked him, even after they stopped dating him.
Somehow, they set expectations where what they were doing was for fun. When you're not expecting a relationship to get serious then no one is disappointed.
The best thing about being Greg's brother is hot older girls flirt with me. They go out of their way to stop and talk to me. I know they are not interested in me. The conversation always turned to questions about my big brother. What it did was make me comfortable talking to them. Most guys my age become a quivering mess. I just take it in my stride.
My friends are a different matter. They see a hot varsity cheerleader saunter up to me and give me a hip check and they just about pee themselves. Junior and senior girls don't talk to guys our age.
When we pulled into the parking lot, the rain had stopped. The sky was still angry and you could see the spider web of lightning flashes in the distance. The humidity was going to be killer today with the temperature expected to be in the low 90's.
Greg spotted Cindy waiting by her car. She melted into his arms when they met. Cindy was wearing a white button up blouse and a plaid pleated skirt. She looked like the porn star version of a catholic schoolgirl. She had long dark brown straight hair that comes down to the middle of her back.
I think her best feature, besides the obvious ones, are her pale blue eyes and her pouty lips. Whenever you see her, you can just imagine falling into those eyes and kissing her. She was looking exceptional today. I adjusted her rating to a solid 10. The deciding factor was I would do her in the parking lot in front of Greg...
She spun Greg so his back was to the car and pressed her body into his. He reached down, slid his hand up the back of her legs and pulled her skirt up as he gripped her perfect ass. Holy shit she was wearing a thong.
I had an instant hard on and she jumps to an 11. Okay an 11's not allowed, but her ass is perfect. Her skin is flawless and the shape of her ass will fit into your palms perfectly. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of her ass.
I decided this would be my new religion.
I zoned out as I admired Cindy. Her perfect teenage ass would be masturbatory material for the next few weeks. On further inspection, it was obvious her summer had included tanning nude. There was not a tan line visible anywhere.
Tami broke my concentration. "Pick your tongue up off the ground," she said as she smacked me in the back of the head.
I gave her a wink. "I think my brother is in love."
Tami nodded. "I think you have the hots for your brother's girl." I hated it when she could read me. I didn't even bother to respond because we both knew it was true.
They broke their kiss and Cindy looked over at me and smiled. "Looks like both the Dawson boys are happy to see me. David you got big over the summer!"
She was staring at my obvious hard on. I about died as I headed to the front door. I could hear Cindy giggle as I hurried off. Tami just shook her head and followed my hasty retreat.
Constructed in the late 50's, Lincoln High was built to accommodate the baby boomers. Beyond the change of seasons there never seemed to be any difference to the campus. Whenever they added a new building to the campus, it always looked old before it was half completed. The sameness to the place was somehow soothing. I approached the school and took in its old facade full of hope for the coming year.
My friends Jeff Rigger and Alan Douglas met me at the front door. Jeff was a tall, dorky kid who currently had on a butterfly t-shirt on. Seriously, you wear a butterfly t-shirt for your first day of high school? I just shook my head, not that I was cool by any stretch of the imagination ... but just wow!
Alan still had not hit his growth yet. What is the best way to describe Alan? He had unfortunate hair. His hair was curly, and not in a nice way. It reminded you of a shaggy poodle. He was also slightly overweight, so his pudgy face combined with the hair made him the target of a lot of teasing.
To top it off he was both hyperactive and bossy. The combination was just too funny. Jeff and I cracked up when he started telling everyone what to do.
When my friends saw me walking up they both stiffened. I must have been a bigger jerk last year than I realized. I definitely had some fences to mend. Luckily, they saw Tami with me and I caught her giving them a nod. I could see them visibly relax. My best friend was going to make starting freshman year go better than I deserved.
As I walked up Alan laughed. "Got some wood this morning David? What set you off?" I dropped my book bag in front of me so it hid my current state. Tami just smiled and let me twist in the wind. Some friend she was.
One thing I had learned from Greg was you never kiss and tell. I figured it was not my place to be telling everyone Cindy and Greg's business so I just smirked and said, "If you haven't noticed there is a stiff wind out there today."
Jeff chuckled. "I know what you mean. I get one of those every time I turn around. This morning it was looking at the bus driver ... and she is like 50 or something. But man, she has big tits." Go figure a teenage boy and hormones.
It started to rain again. We all headed inside. As soon as I went through the front door, the skies opened up. I glanced out the door and I saw Peggy Pratt running up the sidewalk.
She looked like a drowned rat. I had swimming for PE this semester and I had a towel in my backpack. I hate the feel of the ones they handed out at gym. I pulled it out and was holding the door with it draped over my arm as she ran in and I said, "For you, madam."
Peggy was a very cute junior and one of Greg's ex-girlfriends. I really like her. No, that is not right ... I REALLY like her. I struggle to understand why people don't love the things I love.
I once went to a piano bar with my Dad and there was this woman singing. I loved her. I could not figure out why there were only 30 or so people at this bar. She should be a top 40 artist! Who wouldn't love this? Me, I love natural red heads.
I was talking the alabaster skin, freckles and green eyes ... the whole red head fantasy girl. I couldn't figure out why my friends don't have the same taste in women.