I am 19 and without a girlfriend. That is an unacceptable state of affairs' for mom. It's not that she want me married necessarily but she does want me married to a good Catholic girl when I do. So for month's now she's been to playing cupid working hard to find me a suitable mate.
I was growing tired of her incessant barrage of names of who women she thinks I should marry. I can see where she is coming from, though because as a 2nd. generation American many of the old way from the old county were instilled in her as a girl onward because that's what parents did in the old country unions were made whether the united pair liked it or not. Though mother had married for romantic love, my reluctance to find a mate meant that it was her duty to find me one.
Finally to end the aggravation I took the bait one day. I asked Hilary Manson to go out. Don't late the name fool you, her real family name cannot be pounced in English. Her grandfather changed the family name to Mason in the effort to Americanize the family so they would fit in to their new culture. They were Maltese.
I had known Hilary since we both had attended St. Marks as kids. Hilary was very pious back then. She would have attended Mass three time a day if the Church offered it. She never missed a Church service of any kind if it were possible. She wore drab clothes with skirts that were two inches below there at least two inches below the knees and to my knowledge never wore make up even though all the other 8th. grade girl at lest applied some but not enough to be called out by one of the nuns and be forced to wash it off.
I went to public high school and she went to Catholic high school so we never ran into each other except at Mass and though she bloomed during the intervening years, she still wore clothes and acted like she were a nun. In fact everyone had her pegged to enter the convent. She didn't.
So one Wednesday evening I made my way to the Mason's house knocked on the door and asked if Hillary was available. She was and in a few minutes came down stairs as drab as ever.
"Hey Hilary. Long time no see."
"Hi Don. Its nice to see you to."
"Are you free for a date on Saturday night with me say at 8"
"Sure. I did like that."
"Okay you pick out a movie you'd like to see and after that a snack."
"Sounds like fun."
"See you then."
Damn she was pretty. Her captivating eyes were something else and "O" that olive colored skin against her raven black hair and dark brown eyes. My mind was wondering how far she would let me go. Hmm.
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She picked out a romantic comedy, no surprise there.
When I picked her up she was wearing a white skirt with roses on it and a pink blouse. To my surprise she had on some make up.
"Did your mother put you up to this?" That was her first statement.
"Partially but I wanted to see what was the mystery girl really like."
"Mystery girl!"
"Yes. I knew you were very intelligent and those dark eyes you have were intriguing. I asked myself, what was she really thinking of me!?"
She laughed.
"You do not want to know."
"Ah! So they were naughty!"
"Some were, yes.
"Other thoughts were about being like the other girls and wearing nylons and pantyhose and make up and having my hair styled."
"Your hair is nice already. I wouldn't need much toying with."
"Thank you."
We got to the theater and "got seated. When the lights dimmed the question popped up. "How far will she let me go I began by holding her tiny soft a hand. Even that piece of her aroused me some how. Then I began stroking her arm with my finger tips then pulled her over for a kiss. She didn't resist.
Would she let me touch her sensitive parts. I put my arm around her and lightly touched her breast. She moved it away.
"Be nice or take me home."
"Sorry."
I didn't try any more and I kept my hand to myself. But she did take my hand and held it in hers.
When the film ended and we got outside she asked if I liked it.
"Well it was good but excellent being with you."
"You didn't like it. I knew it wasn't a boy's film buy I waned to see it."
"Hilary tonight is about you, it is about what you like."
"You are only the 2nd. un-chaperoned date I've ever had, it's nice but also scary."
"What do you mean?"
"It is nice being with you because I've has a secret crush on you for sometime and I was hoping you'd ask me out some day. "But I've heard guys want sex when they take a girl out. But I am not ready for that."
"It is okay. This is about you not me."