Summer Dreams
It
was the end of the school year 1970 and I had already been out of
high school for a year. Connie was a year younger than I was and
since we had been together for three years, she wanted me to take her
to her senior prom. I cared a great deal for her, but for reasons I
never understood, she always kept me at a slight distance. As a true
southern gentleman, I treated her very well, taking her to nice
restaurants, popular concerts, and entertainments of all kinds.
Somehow, this date was different.
To
my surprise, she had gotten permission from her parents to be out all
night, so after the prom, she wanted to get a bite to eat at Kipp’s
Big Boy and then go to Galveston to see the sun come up over the Gulf
of Mexico. An all-night date was definitely a first for us, since I
was, at the age of nineteen, inexperienced and …. well to be blunt,
I was a virgin. It wasn’t something that I talked about with my
male friends, but it was out there, and she knew that I had never
made any sexual overtures towards her. The nature of this date seemed
to imply that something was going to happen that had not happened
before in our relationship.
She
was graduating, and I was out living on my own already, so the
thought went through my mind that maybe she wanted to see our
affection move up to the next level. She had never bared anything
around me other than her arms and ankles, and now she was thinking of
intimacy? Did every young man feel this way when the chance of a
sexual happenstance first presented itself? I mean, I had been taught
the basics, but it’s one thing to have someone tell you how to drive a car, and quite another to actually feel the steering wheel in your hands
and make the attempt.
We
drove onto the beach and parked facing the surf, just enjoying the
majesty of the water. I suggested that we get ready to go in the
water, meaning that we would head to the nearby locker rooms for
privacy. To my surprise, she opened the car door, and standing there
outside the car began to pull off her shirt. She was going to undress
right out here in public! I had my trunks on under my pants, but when
she removed her clothes, she was wearing nothing but a white bra and
panties. I was just standing there gawking, because even when
dressed, I knew she had a beautiful body. This was the first time I
had ever seen it, and I knew this was going to be an interesting day.
What
I had taken for her underwear was, of course, a lovely white bikini,
so her actions were not quite as provocative as I had first believed.
She had done the same thing that I had, and worn her suit under her
t-shirt and shorts. I looked down at the cross emblazoned on my
keychain. I, with my mind on what I thought was an impending sexual
encounter, had jumped to a distant conclusion, and now, I quietly
blushed for the direction of my thoughts.
After
a bit of a frolic in the crashing waves, we decided to go for a walk
down the beach, so we locked up the car and headed out. Searching for
pretty souvenir seashells, we talked about all sorts of topics, but
tended toward the future and what we were planning to do with our
lives. At no point did she refer to our relationship in the future
sense, and I was too embarrassed to broach the subject. I could tell
that our time together would be coming to an end before long, and I
don’t just mean the trip to the beach.
We
had dried off in the hot Texas sun, and she wanted to go back in the
water to cool off a bit. Since her slippers had almost dried, she
didn’t want to get them wet again. We looked back at the car and
saw that it was quite a walk back, so we hung the slippers on the
nearby fencing and headed back into the water. As she ran on ahead, I
paused a minute, looking back at the shoes on the fencing.
Somehow,
the sight of them made me sad.
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