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We went outside and sat on the front steps again and had a Pepsi. I asked him if he liked me even though I was only thirteen years old and about six years younger than him. He turned red again and said he thought he loved me. I started to cry. You should know me by now. I wanted him to hold me but we were outside and people would see and probably get the wrong idea. Or should that be right idea...he-he-he...
After a while I told him that Sandie wanted to go out with him. I was a bit hesitant to tell him that because Bobby had told me that Lionel always liked Sandie. Also they were closer in age than he and I. Then he said the nicest thing, which set me off crying again.
"Carol, I always thought I liked Sandie. But now I know I like you better. If it's going to hurt you, I won't ask her out."
"I want you all to myself," I said. "But I think you should ask her out. But don't you dare get too interested in her. Do you hear me?"
As I said that I gave him a playful punch on the arm and started to laugh. He laughed too and promised he wouldn't.
Just then his mom's car drove up the driveway and Auntie Pat got out of the car and walked up the path.
"Hi, Auntie Pat." I said. "How are you today?"
"Hi Carol. I'm fine thanks. Just a little tired. What did you guys get up to today?" She asked as she gave us both a kiss on the cheek.
"Not much." I said. "We mostly sat on the steps and talked. It's a beautiful day."
Auntie Pat went into the house and Lionel and I looked at each other and started to giggle. I got up and got my bike. Lionel asked me if I could come over again tomorrow.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly.
Lionel went beet red again, and started stuttering and stammering. I giggled and riding off I said, "We'll see. Bye." Chapter Five
I didn't see Lionel for a few days because my teachers were piling on the homework and I didn't have time. I did, of course find time to fuck Bobby and Brad, because I didn't have to go far to do it.
Lionel phoned me every night and kept asking when I could go there again. I told him I'd see him on the weekend for sure and if I got a slack homework night, I'd see him sooner. He wanted a more definite time than that, but I couldn't give him one. He eventually understood. Men! Why does it take so much for something to sink into their thick skulls...he-he-he...