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11 Tommy & Renée
By kg cummings
Friday, September 25, 2009

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            The chores were done, the horses were groomed, so Tommy headed over to Lydia’s.  He spoke politely to her parents, then took her over to Animal’s.  Lydia stayed there with Mrs. Miltonelli, and learned how to simmer a good spaghetti sauce.  Tommy, and Angelo went out for cigarettes, or so they told his mother.  Animal promised Tom he’d be very careful with his T-Bird before he drove back to his house, after Tom got out at Renée’s.

            Tom visited with Svein and Marta while Renée finished her bath. They chatted about his dreams of being a basketball star, and what he wanted to do when he got out of college.  They liked this polite young man the more they got to know him.  Their early concerns about his intentions melted as time went by.

            The bathroom door opened.  There stood Renée in a pair of nylon panties.  “Mama, should I wear the pink pull over sweater, or the blue cardigan with a white blouse?  Oh Tommy, I did not know that you were here already!  I will hurry.”

            Well, the ice was broken, he’d seen her nearly naked in front of her parents.  Although he felt more than a twitch, he managed to control the rising.  They continued their conversation as if nothing had happened.

            “Tommy, I have a job to do today.  Mrs. Hansen down the block has hired me to walk her dachshund, and to feed, and care for him while she is away.  Would you like to come along with me?  Or, if you would like you can stay, and visit more with my parents until I return.”

            “I’ve enjoyed talking with you Mr. and Mrs. Jorgensen.  I would like to spend some time with Renée.  It’s back to the school routine tomorrow with homework, and basketball practice.  It’s been a pleasure.”

            The day was brisk as it often was in that area at this time of year.  Sometimes there were a few snowflakes, but not very often, and rarely did any stick to the ground.  With Lumpy on a leash, and Tommy’s hand in hers, Renée was a content young girl.

            “I hope that I did not embarrass you in front of my parents.  But, as I have told you before, that is the way we live.  Now that it is cold, and Mama is sick so much of the time, she keeps  covered to stay warm.  Papa looks at her with sad eyes.  I do not know why Mama is sick so often.  I help her as much as I can so she can save her strength to get better.”

            “You are a wonderful daughter, Renée.  My sister wouldn’t dream of helping our mother if she was sick.  She’d be afraid of catching something herself.”

            “Is it you and your father that helps your mother when she gets sick?”

            “No.  Not hardly.  It’s usually the upstairs maid.”

            Renée giggled.  “Is that instead of the downstairs maid?”  She joked.

            “Yes, something like that.  You see, only staff that has worked for us a long time is allowed upstairs.  The upstairs maid, and our nanny was about it.  Oh, except the laundry maid who came up once a week to gather the dirty clothes.  I forget about her sometimes.”

            “Tommy, I truly can not imagine.”  They had made their way to a small park.  Renée took Lumpy off the leash, and pulled a tennis ball out of her pocket.  “Go get it Lumpy!”  She gave the ball a toss.  Lumpy loved to play, and was having the time of his life as Renée and Tommy played keep away with him.  Occasionally they would intentionally miss so that the dog could have a turn with the ball.  “Oh Tommy, you must see this.  Come on Lumpy!  Come here!”  Renée ran toward the playground equipment.  At the foot of the slide, she held a treat about three steps up.  One by one Lumpy climbed the steps until he reached the top.  Tom was amazed at how Renée got him to crouch down on his belly, and scoot down the slide.  She tossed him the treat, and the dog willingly went up the steps and down two more times for more treats.  Renée sat on a swing while Lumpy sniffed where other dogs had marked the poles, and did likewise.  Tommy began to push Renée, and they laughed like school children.

            “Do you like to ride bikes Renée?”

            “I do not know, Tommy.  I have never ridden a bike before.”

            “I have... but I like horses better.”

            “Are they your horses or your father’s?”

            “Dusty, Cocoa, and Durango are mine.  Dusty is my favorite.”

            “Yah, I know that.  That is why I sketched the portrait of him for you for Christmas.  I would love to do a large oil painting for you one day of Thoroughbred’s in a meadow.”

            “Renée, I would love that.  I cherish anything that your hands touch.”  Tommy stopped the swing, and lightly kissed her lips.  It was unlikely anyone he knew would see him, but just the memory of the three belt snaps across his back the night before made him not want to take any unnecessary chances.

            Lumpy wandered a little too far, then made a game of it when Renée and Tommy ran to catch him.  The little weenie dog was fast as he darted around the park avoiding being caught by the two teenagers.

            “What are we going to do, Renée?  We can’t catch him.  He’s faster than a speeding bullet!” 

            “Not to worry Tommy, I have the magic right here in my hand.   Lumpy... Lumpy!  Come get your jerky!”  Without hesitation, the little, long, low hot dog came scampering up sniffing at Renée’s hands.  “Which hand Lumpy?  Is it this one?”  Renée put her right hand forward, but Lumpy kept going for the left.  “That’s right, Lumpy knows!  That’s a good boy.”  She clipped the leash back on his collar while he gobbled down his snack.


            “Sure, today is your day Renée.  What do you want to do next?”

            “Let’s go back to Mrs. Hansen’s house.  Tommy, she won’t be back until Tuesday.”  Renée gave him a coy grin.  Hand in hand they walked Lumpy home.

            “Mrs. Hansen has a television.  I love to doggie sit for Lumpy because I get to watch American Bandstand every afternoon for payment.  I would rather watch that than get paid.  She doesn’t have much money anyway.”

            “I wondered how you knew so many dances.”

            “Yah, I watch the steps, and it isn’t hard to copy what they do.  Mrs. Hansen watches me, and it makes her smile.  Sometimes Lumpy thinks I’m playing with him, and paws at my feet.”  Renée danced her feet a little and Lumpy went into his act  “This really makes Mrs. Hansen laugh.  Doesn’t it Lumpy?”  She bent down, and scratched behind his ears.  He did the typical dachshund thing, and rolled over so she would rub his belly.  “Good boy!  Yah, Lumpy is a good boy!”

            “It’s warm in here.”  Tom commented.

            “Yah, Mrs. Hansen says that Lumpy doesn’t like to be cold.  It is much too warm in here for me.”

            Tommy knew what was coming off next.  It was as normal for Renée to strip to the waist as it was for him to remove his shoes at the door of his home.  He still found her lovely.

            Tom was changing the channels when he saw the movie Rebel Without a Cause was playing on one of the channels again.  Stretched out on the floor watching the movie, neither of them forgot that movie was playing the first night they joined together in love.  It wasn’t long, and they were in the same intimate embrace.  This time with no pain, no inhibitions, and no worries, they made glorious love, dozed off for a little while, then made love again.

            The movie was over, and Lumpy began to scratch at the door.  The kids dressed, and walked back to the park.  They played keep away again, and chased between the trees.  On their way back, Animal spotted them, and blew the horn.  It was time to say good-bye until tomorrow.  Tom held up his finger to indicate give him a minute.  He tilted Renée’s face with his finger tips and kissed her fully, and deeply on the lips.  “Making love with you is a beautiful thing Renée.  If I ever do one thing to upset you, please let me know.  I never want to mess this up.  I love you so much.”

            “And I love you Tommy.  When you were so deep inside me, I wanted to keep you there forever.  You have made me a woman, and I love you dearly.”

            Tom didn’t want to go, but tomorrow was school.

            Lydia was her usually chatterbox self on the way home.  She took Tom by surprise when she asked him point blank.  “Tommy, are you doing it with Renée?”

            Lydia, I don’t ask you if you do it with Animal.  Why do you even ask a question like that?”

            “When we talked in the car last night, Renée said she would do it with you even if you weren’t married, I just wondered if you were... yet.”

            Lydia, I know girls talk at those pajama party things you have.  Guys don’t do that.  Except in the locker room when they talk about whores, then you don’t know how much is truth, and how much is wishful thinking.  I’ll tell you what I do with others, but what Renée, and I do is no ones business, but ours.”

            “I think you’re dinking her.”

            “Are you obsessed with my dink?”

            “No!  I can see how much you love each other and I love Animal, and I’m trying to decide if I should go all the way with him, or not.”

            “Is he asking you to?”


            “Then don’t.”


            “Because if your parents find out, you will ruin it for all of us.  Besides, once you have it you can’t stop.  You can’t change your mind, and decide you don’t want to do it anymore.  It’s like a, a, a drug.  You know those movies they show in health class?  Like how those people that use drugs need more, and more, and more.  Going all the way is like that.  If you don’t, you don’t know what you’re missing.  Once you do, you want it again, and again, and again.”

            “So you have gone all the way.  I can tell.  I suppose it doesn’t matter if it was Renée, or Jenny that you do it with, the feeling is the same.  You think I should wait then?”

            “Yeah, Lydia, wait.  You’ll be eighteen in less that two years.  Animal respects you, and things are going smoothly.”

            “Are you sorry you went all the way Tom?”

            “Sorry?  Nope, not at all.  No regrets.  Enough.  So, this is what we did today.  In case we get the third degree, we’d better have the same story.  We went for a long walk in the park.  We pretended we were kids again and played on the slide and the swings.  Then a stray dog came up to us.  It was a dachshund, and we played chase with him.  He was black and tan.  Got the story straight, Lydia?”

            “You bet!  Sounds like we had fun.  Tommy, thanks for talking to me the way you do.  I don’t think Animal would go all the way with me if I begged him to.  He found out today that I’m Catholic like he is, and all he said was ‘Je-zus, Mary, and Joseph!  I better not be dinkin’ with this one!’  It was sooo funny!  His Mama swatted him with the dish towel, and yelled at him in Italian!  We’d like to go to church together next Sunday.  Do you think we can all pull that one off?”

            “Church?  Sure, Lydia.  I don’t know what church Renée goes to, but I’d go to any one just to be with her.”

            Tom ate dinner, and escaped to his room saying he wanted to review his school books to get back in the mode of studying.  He was sick and tired of his father’s persistent cross examination about the most private part of his life.  Strangely, he picked up his American history book, and read from where they had left off, to the back cover, as if he was reading a novel.  He found it fascinating.  He opened his American literature book, and read the next section of short stories, then he read three chapters in his Physical Science book.  Perhaps he should have, but he didn’t delve deeply into his biology book.  Reading about flowers, stamens, and pollination interested him as much as reading a book about knitting. Prior to becoming intimate with Renée, he could hardly read a page without his mind drifting off.  He was impressed with himself for studying more in one night than he had the whole previous semester.  Tom showered, and went sound asleep.

            Renée had been dreamy eyed all evening.  She enjoyed what she and Tommy shared, but today was the best ever.  Being alone in a warm house was like being in heaven with the boy she loved.  Without the pain of their first time, or any prickly hay poking her skin, or being cramped sitting straddled upon Tommy, on a car seat, she felt the total fulfillment of being a woman.  Renée sat up on her bed clutching her rag doll to her chest thinking of the way it felt when her head would whirl, and those spasms carried her to a place of ecstasy that touching herself never did.  She suddenly felt a twinge.  It was an old familiar twinge, and she didn’t like it.  She went to the bathroom, and she was right.  Just in time to start the new semester, she got her monthly visitor.  She wasn’t very happy about it, and was still too naïve to know that she should actually be thrilled.


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Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/25/2009
Excellent addition to this series, Kathy; very well penned! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

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