It had been long day and it finished with a crazy night, driving home I had a lot on my mind. I was exhausted from playing basketball all day. Today had been a little bit tougher than past Saturdays. I was sore and aching from all the hits and bumps that my body had endured throughout the day.
The night games were the worst and this Saturday night was no exception. Plus on top of everything else that I endured all day, a friend of mine had dropped a bombshell on me right after I had taken him home.
I had my windows down because I wanted to feel the summer breeze as I drove home. I needed the feeling of not being trapped. At this age I had become an expert at trapping myself. I was young and still hadn't figured out that life had a way of always fucking with you when you least expected it. This was most definitely one of those times. But I couldn't dwell on it.
I would be home soon and I knew that on top of the crazy shit that I had just put myself through, I wasn't done. I was going to have to deal with a very pissed off little Viking girl.
I had promised her the night before that I would be home early to take her to the movies. But so far I was already two hours late. For all I knew she had already left a long time ago and I was coming home to nothing.
Being that it was 1977 there were no cell phones so there was no way for your girl to keep track of you. All that it meant was that I had no clue what I was walking into.
Casey and I had started a relationship sometime around the end of May, the beginning of June. It was already late August so our relationship had evolved from those early days. In the beginning it was really innocent stuff. Taking short walks during our work breaks. Sitting around holding hands and talking about the elusive everything and nothing.
We enjoyed meeting up at parks for walks or at restaurants for dinner or just hanging out around town. Being that we were both young and inexperienced in the entire grown up way of dating, things were innocent. Sort of, kind of.
At the time I was nineteen getting ready to start my second year of college. Casey was eighteen and getting ready to start her freshman year at the Baptist university across town from the Methodist university that I attended.
She still lived at home with her mom and dad being the all American girl. I had my own apartment downtown on the eleventh floor of my eighteen story apartment building. At that time I was renting a modest efficiency or loft as it's called these days. I couldn't afford much because I was the typical poor college kid.
The first time that we hung out we had a very intense experience on a rainy Sunday afternoon. That was the first time that Casey had ever experienced an orgasm. Now hold on, get your mind out of the gutter, we didn't have sex but we had a very intense episode.
After that we both took things slow. It's not that we didn't want more than the hand holding, petting and tender kissing. Quite the opposite, we did want more. It's just that we could never create the opportunity for it to happen. We were always at work plus like I said Casey lived at home and even though she was eighteen getting away wasn't easy for her.
Casey's father was very strict and he kept a close watch over her. I also suspected that he might be one of those prejudice dads because Casey made it clear that I couldn't pick her up at her house. I especially couldn't come over to see her. That's why we always met for our dates and I never picked her up.
Being a young Hispanic male in Texas you kind of knew where you were and weren't wanted. Never mind that I was a light skinned Hispanic as white as any tanned skinned white kid.
With certain people as soon as my last name was known things would change instantly. But Casey seemed to always find a way to get around her father and I just acted as if I didn't have a clue. But I had my suspicions.
Oh but we did work together and we had shared many an embarrassing moment or two at work. Like the one day that I was kissing her in the walk-in cooler and had my hand up her skirt.
Not only was my hand up her skirt it was also inconspicuously under her soft little panties holding on to her very nice bottom. Her skin felt so smooth and soft in contrast to the actual firmness of that wonderful little tush. I can still remember the look on Mr. Lewis's face as he opened the door. "Get out of here you two." His face was aghast when he first saw us but Mr. Lewis really liked us.
We were his favorite employees' and as soon as his mind let him catch up with who he was actually looking at he just smiled giving us both that knowing look. "Casey I know your father and you young man go clean up the dining room. Clean something, anything, just get out of here."
Casey's face turned a deep shade of red as we walked out of that walk-in cooler. Tara, one of our co-workers, knew that we had been busted doing something. She gave Casey one look and busted out laughing.
As I headed out to the dining room I left Casey to suffer with her innocent embarrassment behind the counter with the others. I couldn't help but grin as I walked away.
"Shut up!" Casey was growling at Tara and that just led to another round of loud laughter. Casey was something else. A big part of my attraction to her was that she was very independent and head strong.
Little miss thing didn't take any crap from anyone. If she didn't like something that you were doing or if she didn't approve of your behavior she would let you know quick, fast and in a hurry. But somehow with me it was different. I was always amazed at how someone so tiny could command such respect.
She stood just five feet tall...maybe. Plus she only weighed around a buck o' five, if that. Oh but little miss thing had a body. One that most women would kill for. She had a perfect set of 34 C's which were very, very perky. On a tiny body like hers they looked as good as you can imagine. Her stomach was tight and flat. Then there's her firm, hot little bottom which caused many a second look from all the guys.
Yes sir she was one that you didn't mess with. Then there was me. I can't explain how our relationship evolved because it was all so surreal to me. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was some dog or hunchback. I was and still am a handsome man. Back then I was a young... handsome man. I had a little height on me and filled out nicely.
Seems that I went through my final growth spurt somewhere between the nineteenth and twentieth year of my life. I was and still am 5'10". At that time I was playing a lot of basketball in the hot rec centers around town so I had a very lean, defined muscular body. My straight brown hair had grown to shoulder length, boyishly handsome face and I had my brown eyes. Like two milk duds in a bowl of milk or something like that.
I had a nice behind myself that received just as many complements and the athletic legs to match. Both of us had a smile that could catch anyone's attention. But here was the strange part.
Casey was very outgoing, very vocal. I was not so much of either. I kept to myself because it always seemed that I had lots on my mind. I was dealing with a very personal issue that kept pulling at me.
