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The
Open Invitation:
It
took about two weeks for us to get up the nerve
to actually talk with him about our plan.
We met him again at another baseball
game.
I said, “Henry, we have an idea that we
would like your personal advice on. Will you meet us back here at sunset so we can talk
about it?”
He
was there at sunset.
Sarah and I were both very nervous, but I
swore I was going to ask him anyway.
Henry,
in his innocence, asked, “Do you want to know
about some science thing?”
“Well,
not exactly, Henry.
We have something else in mind.
Do you remember a long time ago, when you
were flashing your dong at me?”
“Jazbell,
I’m sorry.
I know I was a jerk.”
Henry got up and started to leave.
“Henry!
Wait!
Please!”
Henry
turned around and looked at me. “Jazbell, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
“Henry,
please come back and listen to us.”
He
came back and with a sheepish and embarrassed
look sat on the bench facing us.
I
asked, “What made you stop doing that?”
“You
did,” he said.
“I grew up by ten years in that fifteen
seconds when you confronted me.”
“I
know.
I respect that in you.
That’s one of the reasons you are here
with us now.
Henry, I’m about to invite you to grow
up another ten years.
Are you interested?”
“How
could I not be?”
Sarah
says, “Henry, have you ever seen a real woman
naked?”
Henry’s
mouth dropped open, his jaw moved slightly, but
no sound came out.
She
repeated her question, “Henry, have you ever
seen a real woman naked?”
He
managed a breathy “Yes.”
“Will
you tell us about it?”
“Absolutely
not.”
“Why
not?
We’re your friends, aren’t we?”
“That
doesn’t matter.
It’s private and none of anyone
else’s business.”
I
asked, “Henry, have you ever seen a woman
masturbate herself?”
Henry
just stared at us.
I could see the wheels beginning to turn
in his head.
He sat up straight and looked at us both--
looking intently into Sarah’s eyes and
then into mine.
“OK,”
he said, ”What’s up?
I have a hunch that all the cards are not
yet on the table.”
“Clever
man,” I said.
“Can you keep your mouth shut?”
“Yes.”
“Do
you promise?”
“Yes.”
“An
absolute cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die kind
of promise?”
“Yes.”
“That
day out at Silent Water Pond when Sarah and I
were splashing around in our undies, I saw you
watching us.”
“And
you got naked knowing that I was watching
you?”
“Yes.”
“Sarah,
you, too?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It
was fun.
Did you like what you saw?”
“Honestly,
you’re both so beautiful, I was totally blown
away.”
Sarah
asked, “Did you masturbate while watching
us?”
Henry
did not respond.
He just looked at us.
Sarah
asked again,
“Did you masturbate while watching
us?”
Reluctantly,
he answered, “Yes.”
Then
I said, “Henry, you still didn’t answer my
question.
Have you ever watched a woman masturbate
herself?”
He
smiled, “You’re
setting me up again.”
“That’s
exactly what we did at the boat house.”
“The
boat house!
You knew I was there?”
“Of
course we knew.
Who do you think invited you?
And if you ever breathe a word of it,
first we will deny it, and second, we’ll make
your life so miserable that you will wish we had
simply killed you.”
“Why
are you confessing this to me now? What’s the catch?
What do you want?”
I
looked at Sarah, took a deep breath, then turned
to Henry.
“We want to invite you to openly join
us in another Fullman’s Pond experience.”
Henry
gulped and said, “When you invited me to grow
up another ten years, you weren’t kidding.”
“No,
we weren’t, but if you agree to join us, there
are rules you must absolutely abide by.”
“You
have my full attention.”
“First,
absolutely no one, that means no one is ever to
be told anything about our times together.”
“Agreed.”
“Second,
as a safety precaution, we must not mix our body
fluids.
We’re on our honor to keep then
separate.”
“Oh.”
“Is
that agreed?”
“Yes.”
“Third,
everything we share has to be done completely by
mutual agreement.”
“Agreed
again.”
Henry
looked at us, waiting for more rules. After a moment, he said, “Is that it?”
“That’s
it,” I responded.
“Just
three rules?”
“You’ve
got it!”
“Well,
then, I agree to participate,” he said.
Simultaneously we all took deep breaths.
As I exhaled, I felt the tension flow out
of me like a huge dam that has just broken
loose. For a few moments, we just sat there and looked at each
other.
Henry
broke the silence.
“Where do you propose we can get
together? Certainly not on the dock at Fullman’s Pond.
Someone might see us.”
I
said, “I’ll sneak a key to Uncle Fred’s
cabin at Moose Lake.
We can get together there occasionally-- or on a blanket in the woods.
Start thinking of other places where we
can get together.”
“OK,
but there’s one other problem.”
“What
is it, Henry?”
“We
don’t usually hang out together.
When others see us together they’re
going to wonder what’s up.”
I
looked at him and said, “Henry, I’d like to
be your friend.
I’m willing to go to social events with
you, if you’re willing to be seen with me.”
Henry,
already in shock, was left completely speechless
by my invitation to be seen in public with him.
He just sat there and looked at me.
After about a quarter of a minute, Sarah
and I both got up, went over to him, sat on
either side of him and put our arms around him.
For the longest time, we stayed there
motionless with our bodies touching and our arms
intertwined.
Silence reigned, except for our breathing
and our pounding hearts.
When we loosened our touch that evening,
we each knew that our lives had forever changed.
End
of Chapter Seven -- Watch
the Yoni Dance
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