and down on the bed. It was so springy. He
waited for a couple more minutes before he left the room to stroll back down
the wide staircase, wondering if he would ever be able to find the kitchen. The
butler was waiting on the bottom step and escorted him along the corridor. Nat
stole a quick glance into each room he passed.
“Hi,”
said Tom, “your room OK?”
“Yes,
it’s great,” said Nat, aware that his friend was not being sarcastic.
“Mom,
this is Nat. He’s the cleverest boy in the class, damn him.”
“Please
don’t swear, Tom,” said Mrs. Russell. “Hello, Nat, how nice to meet you.”
“Good
evening, Mrs. Russell, it’s nice to meet you too. What a lovely home you have.”
“Thank
you, Nat, and we were delighted that you were able to join us for a few days.
Can I get you a Coke?”
“Yes,
please.”
A
uniformed maid went straight to the fridge, took out a Coke and added some ice.
“Thank
you,” he repeated, as he watched the maid return to the sink and continue
chopping potatoes. He thought of his mother back in Cromwell. She would also be
chopping up potatoes, but only after a full day’s teaching.
“Want
me to show you around?” asked Tom.
“Sounds
great,” said Nat, “but can I make a phone call?”
“You
don’t need to, Diane’s already called.”
“She’s
already called?”
“Yea,
she phoned this morning, to ask what time you’d be arriving. She begged me not
to tell you, so I think we can assume she’s interested.”
“Then
I’d better call her back immediately.”
“No,
that’s the last thing you should do,” said Tom.
“But
I said I would.”
“Yes,
I know you did, but I think we’ll walk around the grounds first.”
The
next day at the Coulters’, Tricia answered the door. She was dressed for a game
of tennis.
“Is
Diane home?” Nat asked.
“No,
she’s gone to some party at the Capitol with my parents. She should be back in
about an hour.
I’m
Tricia, by the way. I spoke to you on the phone. I was just going to have a
Coke. Want to join me?”
“Is
your brother at home?”
“No,
he’s training down at the gym.”
“Yes,
please.”
Tricia
led Nat through to the kitchen and pointed toward a stool on the other side of
the table. Nat sat down and didn’t speak as Tricia pulled open the fridge door.
As she bent over to remove two Cokes, her short skirt rose. Nat couldn’t stop
staring at her white tennis panties.
“What
time are you expecting them back?” he asked as she added some ice cubes to his
drink.
“No
idea, so for the time being, you’re stuck with me.”
Nat
sipped his drink, not sure what to say, because he thought he and Diana had
agreed to see To Kill a Mockingbird.
Nat
was sipping his Coke when he felt a hand on his thigh. He blushed, but made no
attempt to remove it. Tricia smiled across the table at him. “You can put your
hand on my leg if you want to.” Nat thought she might consider him rude if he
didn’t comply, so he reached under the table and placed a hand on her thigh.
“Good,” she said as she sipped her Coke, “that’s a little more friendly.” Nat
didn’t comment as her hand moved farther up his newly pressed slacks. “Just
follow my lead,” she said. He moved his hand farther up her thigh, but came to
a halt when he reached the hem of her skirt. Tricia didn’t stop until she had
reached his crotch.
“You’ve
still got some way to go to catch up with me,”
Tricia
said, as she began to undo the top button of his slacks. “Under the skirt, not
over,” she added, without any trace of mockery. He slipped his hand under her
skirt as she continued to unbutton his slacks. He hesitated again when his
fingers reached her panties. He couldn’t remember anything in Teen magazine
about what he was expected to do next. when fletcher’s
mother dropped him off at Senator and Mrs. Gates’s home in East Hartford, it was Jimmy who answered the door.
“Now
don’t forget to always address Mr. Gates
waited for a couple more minutes before he left the room to stroll back down
the wide staircase, wondering if he would ever be able to find the kitchen. The
butler was waiting on the bottom step and escorted him along the corridor. Nat
stole a quick glance into each room he passed.
“Hi,”
said Tom, “your room OK?”
“Yes,
it’s great,” said Nat, aware that his friend was not being sarcastic.
“Mom,
this is Nat. He’s the cleverest boy in the class, damn him.”
“Please
don’t swear, Tom,” said Mrs. Russell. “Hello, Nat, how nice to meet you.”
“Good
evening, Mrs. Russell, it’s nice to meet you too. What a lovely home you have.”
“Thank
you, Nat, and we were delighted that you were able to join us for a few days.
Can I get you a Coke?”
“Yes,
please.”
A
uniformed maid went straight to the fridge, took out a Coke and added some ice.
“Thank
you,” he repeated, as he watched the maid return to the sink and continue
chopping potatoes. He thought of his mother back in Cromwell. She would also be
chopping up potatoes, but only after a full day’s teaching.
“Want
me to show you around?” asked Tom.
“Sounds
great,” said Nat, “but can I make a phone call?”
“You
don’t need to, Diane’s already called.”
“She’s
already called?”
“Yea,
she phoned this morning, to ask what time you’d be arriving. She begged me not
to tell you, so I think we can assume she’s interested.”
“Then
I’d better call her back immediately.”
“No,
that’s the last thing you should do,” said Tom.
“But
I said I would.”
“Yes,
I know you did, but I think we’ll walk around the grounds first.”
The
next day at the Coulters’, Tricia answered the door. She was dressed for a game
of tennis.
“Is
Diane home?” Nat asked.
“No,
she’s gone to some party at the Capitol with my parents. She should be back in
about an hour.
I’m
Tricia, by the way. I spoke to you on the phone. I was just going to have a
Coke. Want to join me?”
“Is
your brother at home?”
“No,
he’s training down at the gym.”
“Yes,
please.”
Tricia
led Nat through to the kitchen and pointed toward a stool on the other side of
the table. Nat sat down and didn’t speak as Tricia pulled open the fridge door.
As she bent over to remove two Cokes, her short skirt rose. Nat couldn’t stop
staring at her white tennis panties.
“What
time are you expecting them back?” he asked as she added some ice cubes to his
drink.
“No
idea, so for the time being, you’re stuck with me.”
Nat
sipped his drink, not sure what to say, because he thought he and Diana had
agreed to see To Kill a Mockingbird.
Nat
was sipping his Coke when he felt a hand on his thigh. He blushed, but made no
attempt to remove it. Tricia smiled across the table at him. “You can put your
hand on my leg if you want to.” Nat thought she might consider him rude if he
didn’t comply, so he reached under the table and placed a hand on her thigh.
“Good,” she said as she sipped her Coke, “that’s a little more friendly.” Nat
didn’t comment as her hand moved farther up his newly pressed slacks. “Just
follow my lead,” she said. He moved his hand farther up her thigh, but came to
a halt when he reached the hem of her skirt. Tricia didn’t stop until she had
reached his crotch.
“You’ve
still got some way to go to catch up with me,”
Tricia
said, as she began to undo the top button of his slacks. “Under the skirt, not
over,” she added, without any trace of mockery. He slipped his hand under her
skirt as she continued to unbutton his slacks. He hesitated again when his
fingers reached her panties. He couldn’t remember anything in Teen magazine
about what he was expected to do next. when fletcher’s
mother dropped him off at Senator and Mrs. Gates’s home in East Hartford, it was Jimmy who answered the door.
“Now
don’t forget to always address Mr. Gates
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