By Jason Grimm
"So, how'd you do last night?"
"No way!" In a much-practiced motion, my thumb nimbly moved the Pong paddle up and down my side of the TV screen.
"Come on!" Paul's paddle missed, and his lead narrowed. "Details, I want details!"
"A gentleman never tells." The next ball was served and I tried to put some english on it.
"You're no gentleman; what's your excuse?" Paul's body rocked across the couch as he spun his dial.
The truth was, I didn't really want to tell him the truth. I was still trying to sort out the details for myself.
As far as I could tell, Carol seemed to like me. Being female, she satisfied every adolescent need I had, and we ended up on a blanket by the lake. She made me delirious from the feel of her lips sliding against mine, and felt I could have gone on forever with this delicious act. The smell of her skin and makeup seared into me. I could feel her soft hair in my hands. I decided to risk it all, slide my hand up the back of her sweater, and unclasp her brassiere.
No complaints when I lay my hand on her hip. I slipped my hand across her wool slacks, under the hem of her sweater, and could feel warm, soft skin stretched across her ribs. I continued the journey until I came to her bra strap. With growing impatience, I moved my fingers back and forth, searching for the clasp. Carol pulled back.
"It opens in the front." She closed her eyes and offered up her mouth again. I accepted the invitation, at the same time moved my hand around to the front where I found a small piece of metal. This wasn't something I remembered from the Sear's catalog. I fumbled for several minutes, distracted, until finally she pulled away.
"I think you should take me home now." She hunched her shoulders together and pulled my hand from under her sweater.
"Hey man." Paul did his Cheech and Chong impression. "You're not concentrating on the game."
"Sorry." I idly spun the paddle up and down the screen a few times, wondering what kind of circuitry was used to generate the picture. "I just keep thinking about last night. Have you ever seen a front-closure bra?"
"Sure. My sister wears 'em."
"Oh." I tried to choose my words so I wouldn't look inexperienced. "I had some trouble with one last night."
"Wow!" Paul seemed impressed with the implications.
"Hopefully I won't have that problem again."
"My family won't be home for hours." Paul walked across the room and shut off the TV. "Let's practice."
Using Paul's sister's bra and his mothers dress-making dummy we were soon able to figure out what it took to get the clasp open by Braille. Just to make sure, we spent an additional half-hour practicing, until we could do it in the dark, blindfolded. Then we practiced unusual attitudes and approaches. Finally, we felt we had it down.
A few weeks later, after a big swim meet, I got a chance for implementation. As far as I could tell, Patty seemed to like me. Being female, she satisfied every adolescent need I had, and we ended up on a blanket by the lake. She made me delirious from the feel of her lips sliding against mine, and felt I could have gone on forever with this delicious act. The smell of her skin and makeup seared into me. I could feel her soft hair in my hands. I decided to risk it all and unclasp her brassiere. With new-found skill I reached between her breasts and plucked the clasp open with two fingers.
Patty jumped back. "I've never seen anyone open a bra that fast!"
I beamed with pride.
"From what Carol told all of us I didn't think you'd be so experienced."
I tried to look like Sean Connery in Diamonds are Forever.
"I think you should take me home now." She reached both hands under her sweater and closed the gates to heaven.