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I've written a lot of sad stories. I'm going to write a happy one, and see if anyone will comment on it. Its kind of like an expirement. Also, I want to see if I CAN write something happy.
"Dude, Brad, I gotta cut out early man."
"Dude, whatever. Your staying as long as I am, Cowen."
"Brad, come on man, I totally covered your ass for that broken window. I've gotta go!"
"Why?"
"I got a date with..."
"No, I mean, why you gotta bring that crap up? You're like a girl! 'Oooo Brad, I saved your life about the window oooooo."
"Shut up! I did!" Cowen slugged Brad on the arm.
"Whatever, pussy." Brad slugged Cowen back.
"Come on!"
"Fine! Who is it? Whose the lucky broad that is finnaly going to kiss you?"
"Dude, shut up!"
"What? So you've never been kissed. Lots of 18 year old college guys have never been kissed."
Cowen started punching Brad on the arms and legs. Brad tried to defend himself, all the while cussing under his breath and laughing. They both stopped when they realized a customer was standing in front of them. The old lady had dyed black hair, which rested under a small hat with a black feather poking out. She was staring at the two teen boys from behind thick rimmed glasses.
"Hi! I'm Brad! Welcome to the Wal-Mart electronics desk! This is Cowen! He'll be helping you today."
"Brad! What the, where are you? Ahhhh, hello ma'am. How can I help you?"
"My cell phone doesn't work."
Cowen stood with his arms crossed. He shook his long, straight black hair from his eyes.
"Excuse me, your cell phone?"
"Yes, my cell phone. It doesn't work."
"Did you buy it here?"
"No."
"I see."
"What should I do."
"Well, to be quite honest, I have no clue."
The old lady stood and stared at Cowen with blank eyes. Cowen waited and waited, but she wouldn't leave.
"Um, well. Does it turn on?"
"No."
"Uhhh, do you have a battery."
"I don't know. I just bought it a week ago, turned it on, and yesterday it didn't work."
"Well, see, you may need a new battery, or a battery charger. Ahhh Brad! Welcome back! Just in time to show this nice young lady to the batteries!"
Cowen left while Brad was still sputtering. He went to the employee room, clocked out and took off his apron. He walked back to Brad, who was leaning on his elbows at the electronics counter.
"You still haven't told me who it is, faggot. It's a dude, isn't it."
"No, you bastard. Kitty. Kitty Messer? Econ 135?"
"Ohhhhh, double D Kitty."
"Dude, double D's? No. Maybe big C to small D."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You, who has never even seen a pair of tits, can tell me the difference between a D and a C."
"Whatever man. I'm gonna make like a porn star and pull out."
"Wait dude! When you get her bra off, look at the time!"
"What? Not that I think I'm going to get that far, but why?"
"So you can always remember dude."
"Whatever, man."
Cowen walked out to his Subaru Outback in the darkening Wal-Mart parking lot. It was 6:00, which meant he had an hour and a half to get ready and pick up Kitty. She still lived at home, so she had to be back by 12:30. He drove home as fast as he could. When he walked through the door, his dad was sitting on the couch. He could hear his mom in the kitchen, probably making popcorn so they could watch Jeapordy.
"Hey Cowen."
"Hey Dad."
"Your home early. You get fired, or quit?"
"Nah. I got a date."
"With a dude?"
"David!" his mother yelled from the kitchen.
"No! With a girl named Kitty."
"Well what do ya know. Margaret! Cowen isn't gay! Call your parents!"
"David! Leave him alone!"
"You want some of this, huh Dad?"
"Ooooo, I better not. I'd hate to mess up your pretty face right before a date."
"Sure. I got a pretty good idea of who would get messed up."
"Big talk buddy. You hear this Margaret? Kid gets a couple inches on old pops, and thinks he's the man of the house."
Cowen just laughed and walked to his bedroom. He picked up the clothes he'd been choosing for a week. He took a long shower, until his Dad pounded on the door and said, "OK, save that for the date buddy."
He got dressed and put on some cologne. His parents were still in the living room watching Jeapordy. His mom kept grabbing handfuls of popcorn and screaming out the wrong answers.
"What is Nicaragua!"
"What is The Sahara Desert!"
"What is The Amazon!"
Then she noticed him about three feet from the door.
"Oh Cowen, you look very nice."
"Thanks Mom."
"Behave yourself now. I don't want grandbabies just yet."
"Forget that Cowen. Go all out, just wear a rubber."
"David!"
"Bye Mom. I'll keep that in mind Dad." His Dad gave him the thumbs up on the way out, and his mom slapped his Dad's leg. He got to his car. 7:00, just in time to get to her house. He drove through town, cranking out the local rock station in his Subaru. He pulled up to Kitty's house, on the nicer side of town. It was white, with cream trim. Cowen turned the car off and opened the door. He walked up the flagstone sidewalk to the double-oak doors and rang the door bell. A rich sound resonated through the house, and a large man opened the front door.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm Cowen." Cowen extended his hand. The man looked at it, then looked back at Cowen.
"Who are you?"
"Dad! He's my date! Let him in!" Kitty called from inside. The large man raised an eyebrow at Cowen.
"You got ID on ya?"
"What?"
"ID. A drivers lisence."
"Uh, yeah."
"Let me see it."
"OK."
The large man looked it over. He looked back in the house.
"Sandy?"
"What?"
"Could you come here a second with a pen and paper?"
"Why?" She said, walking to the doors. She was obviously Kitty's mom. She had dark hair, beautiful eyes, and wow. So thats where the chest came from.
"I want to write this lisence number down."
"What? Leave him alone Joel. This is the guy Kitty has been talking about for months!" Months? That was so cool! Cowen almost smiled.
"Yeah, well, I gotta have my friend at the police station run this for any homicides or rapes."
"Joel, give him his lisence back."
"Alright, honey. Can't I have any fun around here?" he handed Cowen his license back.
"Dad leave him alone!" Kitty finnaly showed up. She looked like a movie star. She was perfect. And those couldn't be double D's, though they were nice.
"Yeah, yeah. You two have a good time, OK? You see what I have to put up with, Cowen? Never have a daughter without a son. Leaves you outnumbered." He grabbed his daughter in a husky arm and kissed the top of her head, then whipsered in her ear. She laughed and whipsered back. Cowen stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting.
Kitty waved goodbye to her parents and they shut the door. She grabbed Cowen's hand and started running to the car, dragging Cowen.
"We gotta go Cowen! We'll be late for the movie!"
Cowen was laughing as she dragged him to his junk heap car. He was embarassed of it right now, but that didn't affect him as much as the fact that this girl was holding his hand.
"Come on Cowen!"
"Alright, but you gotta let go of my hand so I can get to my side of the car." Kitty stopped running. She looked back at Cowen.
"Fine, but you have to promise to hold my hand once your driving."
"Done."
"You promise?"
"Of course!"
"Your not just saying that?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Cowen, you'd better not be lying."
"I won't. I'll never ever lie to you."
"Don't say that Cowen. Then what'll we do for fun?" Kitty laughed. Cowen opened the door and let her in the car, all the while laughing as loud as she was. He ran to the otherside of the car and jumped in. They drove to the theater, reaching it just in time.
"Two for Starsky and Hutch."
"It's playing just inside."
During the movie, they held hands. They walked out of the movie, still laughing and still holding hands. They got into Cowen's car, and held hands.
"So, what do you want to do Kitty? You hungry?"
"Not really, what about you?"
"No."
"Sheesh, no wonder your so skinny."
"I eat all the time! I'm just nervous." Kitty laughed her gorgeous laugh again.
"Why are you nervous?"
"I don't know."
"Oh come on. How about we play a game?"
"What game?"
"I say a word, and you tell me your feelings about it."
"Uhh OK."
"Like, how about, Ice Cream?"
"Ice Cream? Uhhhh, it tastes good?"
"Keep going." She squeezed his hand.
"Uh, I like chocolate chip mint, but I can't stand pecan."
"See, its easy! Now lets try eskimo pie." Cowen laughed. He squeezed Kitty's hand and looked over at her. She was smiling, and the light from the street lamps made her brown eyes shine like agates.
"How about we do one for you instead?"
"OK."
"Try this one. Kissing."
"Ooooo good one. I love kissing. I like to start soft, just brushing lips. Then I like to kiss a little harder," she squeezed his hand a little harder, "Then, I like to have the boy kiss my neck and shoulders." She traced her hand down Cowen's neck. He was staring straight forward, not breathing, or swallowing. Kitty leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Why don't we stop at this place I know about, and put this information to practice?"
"Yeah, OK, yes."
Kitty laughed and laughed, and gave directions to the local look-out. Cowen stopped the car.
"Uh, do I turn the car off?" Kitty chuckled, and put her arm around his shoulders, purring into his ear.
"No. We move to the back seat." She climbed, or slid, into the back seat. Cowen clumsily wriggled back while Kitty giggled at him. He couldn't help but laugh too. They sat and laughed in the back seat, until they had tears in their eyes.
"Hey, sorry about my trashy car."
"Oh, don't say that. Your car has a nice back seat."
"Um, I've never kissed a girl before."
Kitty chuckled. "You don't say?" Then she leaned close, so close, Cowen could fell her breath on his lips. Her lips brushed softly against his. Again. Again, and again, harder. She brushed his lips until he felt her tongue against his mouth, then he opened. She darted in and out, all around his mouth. His arms moved all on their own, squeezing her tighter against his chest. He could feel the wire of her bra against his ribs.
He rememered what she said about kissing the neck, and moved in. Her voice sang in his ears. She wasn't saying a thing, but he heard his name in every intake of air. He moved down her neck. Kitty had to guide his head, because he wasn't sure of what to do. She brought his mouth to hers again, and kissed him hard. Then she leaned back and pulled her shirt up halfway, then stopped.
"You don't mind do you?"
Cowen couldn't find air to answer. He just shook his head dumbly. She laughed and finished pulling off her shirt. Then she moved back in to kiss him. He kissed her neck again, trying to remember how she had him do it.
"Much better, Cowen." He would have smiled, but he was pretty busy. She stopped him again. "I forgot. You've never kissed a girl before. So you must be new to the whole bra deal." Cowen shook his head again. She had a tendency to steal his breath, he was finding. "Well, you should feel privaleged. I've never let a guy take my bra off. Here, take your hand, OK, like this. OK, now, pinch, like this. OK, try again. Oh hell, just let me do it," she laughed.
Cowen couldn't believe it. Here it was, the moment he'd been dreaming about for one quarter of Econ 135. And all he could think about was Brad telling him to look at the clock. So he did. The clock said 12:26.
"Oh shit!"
"What! Are the cops here?!"
"No, it's 12:26!"
"Oh shit! How did that happen? Where's my shirt?"
"Here. How long does it take to get to your house?"
"Like, fiveteen minutes?"
"We can do it in four, buckle up."
They laughed all the way to Kitty's house. It took six minutes to get there. Kitty gave Cowen one last kiss.
"You'd better call me, Cowen. I wasn't done with you yet. Do you work tommorow?"
"Nope."
"Okay, we'll start from the top. Light kissing, then to the neck, then we'll proceed from there, OK?" Cowen laughed.
"Absolutely. I'll call at like, 10:00, and get you some lunch."
"Sounds great."
"Night, sexy!"
"Goodnight, cute thing."
She closed the door. Cowen watched her walk up her flagstaff sidewalk. When she got to the front door, she turned and waved. Cowen waved, and backed out of the driveway.
He turned the radio up as loud as it would go. He leaned back into the seat, and thought, "So, thats kissing?"
"Dude, Brad, I gotta cut out early man."
"Dude, whatever. Your staying as long as I am, Cowen."
"Brad, come on man, I totally covered your ass for that broken window. I've gotta go!"
"Why?"
"I got a date with..."
"No, I mean, why you gotta bring that crap up? You're like a girl! 'Oooo Brad, I saved your life about the window oooooo."
"Shut up! I did!" Cowen slugged Brad on the arm.
"Whatever, pussy." Brad slugged Cowen back.
"Come on!"
"Fine! Who is it? Whose the lucky broad that is finnaly going to kiss you?"
"Dude, shut up!"
"What? So you've never been kissed. Lots of 18 year old college guys have never been kissed."
Cowen started punching Brad on the arms and legs. Brad tried to defend himself, all the while cussing under his breath and laughing. They both stopped when they realized a customer was standing in front of them. The old lady had dyed black hair, which rested under a small hat with a black feather poking out. She was staring at the two teen boys from behind thick rimmed glasses.
"Hi! I'm Brad! Welcome to the Wal-Mart electronics desk! This is Cowen! He'll be helping you today."
"Brad! What the, where are you? Ahhhh, hello ma'am. How can I help you?"
"My cell phone doesn't work."
Cowen stood with his arms crossed. He shook his long, straight black hair from his eyes.
"Excuse me, your cell phone?"
"Yes, my cell phone. It doesn't work."
"Did you buy it here?"
"No."
"I see."
"What should I do."
"Well, to be quite honest, I have no clue."
The old lady stood and stared at Cowen with blank eyes. Cowen waited and waited, but she wouldn't leave.
"Um, well. Does it turn on?"
"No."
"Uhhh, do you have a battery."
"I don't know. I just bought it a week ago, turned it on, and yesterday it didn't work."
"Well, see, you may need a new battery, or a battery charger. Ahhh Brad! Welcome back! Just in time to show this nice young lady to the batteries!"
Cowen left while Brad was still sputtering. He went to the employee room, clocked out and took off his apron. He walked back to Brad, who was leaning on his elbows at the electronics counter.
"You still haven't told me who it is, faggot. It's a dude, isn't it."
"No, you bastard. Kitty. Kitty Messer? Econ 135?"
"Ohhhhh, double D Kitty."
"Dude, double D's? No. Maybe big C to small D."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. You, who has never even seen a pair of tits, can tell me the difference between a D and a C."
"Whatever man. I'm gonna make like a porn star and pull out."
"Wait dude! When you get her bra off, look at the time!"
"What? Not that I think I'm going to get that far, but why?"
"So you can always remember dude."
"Whatever, man."
Cowen walked out to his Subaru Outback in the darkening Wal-Mart parking lot. It was 6:00, which meant he had an hour and a half to get ready and pick up Kitty. She still lived at home, so she had to be back by 12:30. He drove home as fast as he could. When he walked through the door, his dad was sitting on the couch. He could hear his mom in the kitchen, probably making popcorn so they could watch Jeapordy.
"Hey Cowen."
"Hey Dad."
"Your home early. You get fired, or quit?"
"Nah. I got a date."
"With a dude?"
"David!" his mother yelled from the kitchen.
"No! With a girl named Kitty."
"Well what do ya know. Margaret! Cowen isn't gay! Call your parents!"
"David! Leave him alone!"
"You want some of this, huh Dad?"
"Ooooo, I better not. I'd hate to mess up your pretty face right before a date."
"Sure. I got a pretty good idea of who would get messed up."
"Big talk buddy. You hear this Margaret? Kid gets a couple inches on old pops, and thinks he's the man of the house."
Cowen just laughed and walked to his bedroom. He picked up the clothes he'd been choosing for a week. He took a long shower, until his Dad pounded on the door and said, "OK, save that for the date buddy."
He got dressed and put on some cologne. His parents were still in the living room watching Jeapordy. His mom kept grabbing handfuls of popcorn and screaming out the wrong answers.
"What is Nicaragua!"
"What is The Sahara Desert!"
"What is The Amazon!"
Then she noticed him about three feet from the door.
"Oh Cowen, you look very nice."
"Thanks Mom."
"Behave yourself now. I don't want grandbabies just yet."
"Forget that Cowen. Go all out, just wear a rubber."
"David!"
"Bye Mom. I'll keep that in mind Dad." His Dad gave him the thumbs up on the way out, and his mom slapped his Dad's leg. He got to his car. 7:00, just in time to get to her house. He drove through town, cranking out the local rock station in his Subaru. He pulled up to Kitty's house, on the nicer side of town. It was white, with cream trim. Cowen turned the car off and opened the door. He walked up the flagstone sidewalk to the double-oak doors and rang the door bell. A rich sound resonated through the house, and a large man opened the front door.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm Cowen." Cowen extended his hand. The man looked at it, then looked back at Cowen.
"Who are you?"
"Dad! He's my date! Let him in!" Kitty called from inside. The large man raised an eyebrow at Cowen.
"You got ID on ya?"
"What?"
"ID. A drivers lisence."
"Uh, yeah."
"Let me see it."
"OK."
The large man looked it over. He looked back in the house.
"Sandy?"
"What?"
"Could you come here a second with a pen and paper?"
"Why?" She said, walking to the doors. She was obviously Kitty's mom. She had dark hair, beautiful eyes, and wow. So thats where the chest came from.
"I want to write this lisence number down."
"What? Leave him alone Joel. This is the guy Kitty has been talking about for months!" Months? That was so cool! Cowen almost smiled.
"Yeah, well, I gotta have my friend at the police station run this for any homicides or rapes."
"Joel, give him his lisence back."
"Alright, honey. Can't I have any fun around here?" he handed Cowen his license back.
"Dad leave him alone!" Kitty finnaly showed up. She looked like a movie star. She was perfect. And those couldn't be double D's, though they were nice.
"Yeah, yeah. You two have a good time, OK? You see what I have to put up with, Cowen? Never have a daughter without a son. Leaves you outnumbered." He grabbed his daughter in a husky arm and kissed the top of her head, then whipsered in her ear. She laughed and whipsered back. Cowen stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting.
Kitty waved goodbye to her parents and they shut the door. She grabbed Cowen's hand and started running to the car, dragging Cowen.
"We gotta go Cowen! We'll be late for the movie!"
Cowen was laughing as she dragged him to his junk heap car. He was embarassed of it right now, but that didn't affect him as much as the fact that this girl was holding his hand.
"Come on Cowen!"
"Alright, but you gotta let go of my hand so I can get to my side of the car." Kitty stopped running. She looked back at Cowen.
"Fine, but you have to promise to hold my hand once your driving."
"Done."
"You promise?"
"Of course!"
"Your not just saying that?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Cowen, you'd better not be lying."
"I won't. I'll never ever lie to you."
"Don't say that Cowen. Then what'll we do for fun?" Kitty laughed. Cowen opened the door and let her in the car, all the while laughing as loud as she was. He ran to the otherside of the car and jumped in. They drove to the theater, reaching it just in time.
"Two for Starsky and Hutch."
"It's playing just inside."
During the movie, they held hands. They walked out of the movie, still laughing and still holding hands. They got into Cowen's car, and held hands.
"So, what do you want to do Kitty? You hungry?"
"Not really, what about you?"
"No."
"Sheesh, no wonder your so skinny."
"I eat all the time! I'm just nervous." Kitty laughed her gorgeous laugh again.
"Why are you nervous?"
"I don't know."
"Oh come on. How about we play a game?"
"What game?"
"I say a word, and you tell me your feelings about it."
"Uhh OK."
"Like, how about, Ice Cream?"
"Ice Cream? Uhhhh, it tastes good?"
"Keep going." She squeezed his hand.
"Uh, I like chocolate chip mint, but I can't stand pecan."
"See, its easy! Now lets try eskimo pie." Cowen laughed. He squeezed Kitty's hand and looked over at her. She was smiling, and the light from the street lamps made her brown eyes shine like agates.
"How about we do one for you instead?"
"OK."
"Try this one. Kissing."
"Ooooo good one. I love kissing. I like to start soft, just brushing lips. Then I like to kiss a little harder," she squeezed his hand a little harder, "Then, I like to have the boy kiss my neck and shoulders." She traced her hand down Cowen's neck. He was staring straight forward, not breathing, or swallowing. Kitty leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Why don't we stop at this place I know about, and put this information to practice?"
"Yeah, OK, yes."
Kitty laughed and laughed, and gave directions to the local look-out. Cowen stopped the car.
"Uh, do I turn the car off?" Kitty chuckled, and put her arm around his shoulders, purring into his ear.
"No. We move to the back seat." She climbed, or slid, into the back seat. Cowen clumsily wriggled back while Kitty giggled at him. He couldn't help but laugh too. They sat and laughed in the back seat, until they had tears in their eyes.
"Hey, sorry about my trashy car."
"Oh, don't say that. Your car has a nice back seat."
"Um, I've never kissed a girl before."
Kitty chuckled. "You don't say?" Then she leaned close, so close, Cowen could fell her breath on his lips. Her lips brushed softly against his. Again. Again, and again, harder. She brushed his lips until he felt her tongue against his mouth, then he opened. She darted in and out, all around his mouth. His arms moved all on their own, squeezing her tighter against his chest. He could feel the wire of her bra against his ribs.
He rememered what she said about kissing the neck, and moved in. Her voice sang in his ears. She wasn't saying a thing, but he heard his name in every intake of air. He moved down her neck. Kitty had to guide his head, because he wasn't sure of what to do. She brought his mouth to hers again, and kissed him hard. Then she leaned back and pulled her shirt up halfway, then stopped.
"You don't mind do you?"
Cowen couldn't find air to answer. He just shook his head dumbly. She laughed and finished pulling off her shirt. Then she moved back in to kiss him. He kissed her neck again, trying to remember how she had him do it.
"Much better, Cowen." He would have smiled, but he was pretty busy. She stopped him again. "I forgot. You've never kissed a girl before. So you must be new to the whole bra deal." Cowen shook his head again. She had a tendency to steal his breath, he was finding. "Well, you should feel privaleged. I've never let a guy take my bra off. Here, take your hand, OK, like this. OK, now, pinch, like this. OK, try again. Oh hell, just let me do it," she laughed.
Cowen couldn't believe it. Here it was, the moment he'd been dreaming about for one quarter of Econ 135. And all he could think about was Brad telling him to look at the clock. So he did. The clock said 12:26.
"Oh shit!"
"What! Are the cops here?!"
"No, it's 12:26!"
"Oh shit! How did that happen? Where's my shirt?"
"Here. How long does it take to get to your house?"
"Like, fiveteen minutes?"
"We can do it in four, buckle up."
They laughed all the way to Kitty's house. It took six minutes to get there. Kitty gave Cowen one last kiss.
"You'd better call me, Cowen. I wasn't done with you yet. Do you work tommorow?"
"Nope."
"Okay, we'll start from the top. Light kissing, then to the neck, then we'll proceed from there, OK?" Cowen laughed.
"Absolutely. I'll call at like, 10:00, and get you some lunch."
"Sounds great."
"Night, sexy!"
"Goodnight, cute thing."
She closed the door. Cowen watched her walk up her flagstaff sidewalk. When she got to the front door, she turned and waved. Cowen waved, and backed out of the driveway.
He turned the radio up as loud as it would go. He leaned back into the seat, and thought, "So, thats kissing?"