Splitting Nines (1), Page 2

Chapter 1. A Shady Plan

  Fifteen-year-old Dave gazed longingly at the slightly older stunner as she stood looking out the window at Narragansett Bay. Just the sight of her from any angle enchanted him. Dave was under her spell from the moment she swaggered into their classroom.

  Cookie stroked her blonde hair as she turned to her admirer. “Ya have a terrific view.”

  Awestruck by her fantastic smile, Dave, lost for words and in fear of saying something stupid, just thanked her as he stepped beside her. He stood as close as possible without body contact. His thigh came in contact with the large leather handbag she held by its strap. He yearned to put his arm around her. This was almost like a date. He wanted to impress her but couldn't think of anything significant to say. Her request to see inside his tree house was a dream comes true. Being with him had to be her secret motive, he thought. Finally, after all those years she was now interested in him. "I rarely come up here, usually just to sleep, now and then. When there's a great breeze."

  There were two bunk beds in the 12X12 room nested on the limbs of the large old oak tree. Cookie tenderly touched Dave's arm. "Do ya do desire to escort me to a bed?"

  "More than you can ever imagine," yelled out Jimmy, sitting alone on a bunk.

  Dave shot Jimmy a menacing look. Cookie simply ignored him. Linking their arms together, Cookie led Dave to a bunk as Jimmy slide over, making room. They sat down opposite two teenage boys: Red and Lumpy. Cookie placed her bag on the floor between her feet. She reached inside and yanked out a large bottle labeled Listerine mouthwash.

  After watching Cookie unscrew the container cap and take a drink, Jimmy turned his head with a disgusted expression. “Yuck!”

  Cookie handed the bottle to Dave. “Have a sip.”

  Dave took it and held it in front of his face, examining the yellowish liquid through the clear glass. “What is it?”

  “C C and Ginger. Let’s celebrate! Today's my birthday. I just turned sixteen.”

  Dave took a swig. “Not bad.” He passed the bottle back to her. “So, you’re an older woman...by six months.”

  Jimmy narrowed his already beady little eyes and adjusted his Boston Red Sox cap. “Are you trying to seduce us, Miss Paine?”

  “You wish,” she said, pushing the bottle toward him.

  Jimmy grabbed it and sang, “I held my nose, I closed my eyes.” He gulped down a mouthful. “Now I wanna kiss everyone in sight.” After glancing at Lumpy and Red, he shook his head. “Nah! That’s not gonna happen. Cookie, do you want to see a nudist magazine?” he asked as he handed the bottle to Red.

  “Come on, Jimmy, don’t....” Dave’s face turned red after Cookie interrupted him.

  “Sure, I’ll take a peek.” Cookie showed Jimmy a half-smile.

  Dave noticed the interaction. He was jealous because she seemed interested in his friend.

  Jimmy reached under the mattress, pulled out a periodical and delivered it to Cookie. She

  thumbed through it. “Swimming, tennis, volleyball. I’d like to go there.”

  “Really?” said Dave, flabbergasted. “You wouldn’t be embarrassed?”

  “Uncomfortable, maybe at first.” She stood and extended her arms outward. “Don’t I have a great body?” She slowly turned around; proud of her fully developed body.

 

  Red and Lumpy nodded as Dave said, “You’re a perfect ten.”

 

  “Maybe a nine,” Cookie replied, sitting back down. “You have to be a celebrity to be a ten.”

 

  “I can’t tell – you know – if you were in a swimsuit or your underwear, I could,” Jimmy said, leaning back slightly and grabbing the back of his head with both hands.

 

  “Cute, but inappropriate,” Cookie pondered for a moment, “unless youse do me a favor.” Wearing a short pink skirt, she moved her legs enough to reveal to Red her white panties.

  Red focused on her underpants. “Go on! I’m aroused. Brief us.”

  “I want youse to get me a jewelry box, tonight, while my sleazy step-mom is at a bingo. Nobody will be there between nine and ten.” Cookie pulled out a photo of the fancy case and showed it to Jimmy. “It’ll be in the first room at the top of the stairs. The outside door facing the bay won't be locked.”

 

  “B and E for jewelry,” said Jimmy, shaking his head.

 

  “No jewelry, just the box. It means a lot to me. It was my mom’s.” She closed her eyes, visualizing her mother’s face moments before the icicle hit her. She opened her eyes wide, making eye contact with Jimmy. “I’ll show ya my breasts if ya agree.”

 

  “Maybe, for a little more than a tit shot,” replied Jimmy, smiling. “And a down payment: stop your grinning and drop some linen.”

 

  “No, top now, everything after ya get me the jewelry box. I'll let ya touch them, then, but nothing else!”

 

  Jimmy nodded casually and gestured toward Cookie's chest. As Cookie began to unfasten her blouse he arched an eyebrow.

 

  “I’ll get it for you,” Dave said, blushing. “Don’t take anything off.”

 

  Jimmy narrowed his eyes, sending Dave a dirty look. He shook his head, annoyed by his friend. "All she's going to do is show a little skin. No harm in that."

  Cookie disregarded Dave's offer. She took off her blouse and gently placed it across her legs. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She removed it. Jimmy thought her breasts were perfect: identical in size. They reminded him of Jell-O when she moved. The way they quivered. Jimmy smiled in admiration at such a remarkable sight. Only his friendship with Dave discouraged him from copping a feel.

 

  Red and Lumpy grinned as they immensely enjoyed the view too.

  After a fleeting glance, Dave hung his head in humiliation. He felt like hitting Jimmy. It was his fault.

 

  Cookie snapped her bra after putting it back on. “Leave the jewelry box behind the bush by the stairs to the beach. Linda will get it for me. I’ll be staying at my grandmother’s house - my alibi.”

  Holding the bottle, Lumpy tried to hand it to Cookie.

 

  She showed him the palm of her hand. “Finish it tonight! It’ll give youse a little liquid courage.”