A Wild Card

Every gesture made by a human being is sacred and full of consequences, and that makes me think even more about what I'm doing.
-Paulo Coelho
"Like the Flowing River"

PHOTO: Rachelle Davies,
Harbor Bay Isle, CA


Twenty-five years ago today:

May 11, 1985
Saturday

Dale called me this morning.
“Michael you won’t believe this. Ryan’s apartment burned down and he has not a stitch of clothing left to his name.”
“You’re kidding me. That’s awful.”
Well, Ryan has truly lived up to his ‘Jill’ alias (Farrah Fawcett) a la her ‘Burning Bed’ movie.

Five minute film clip from ‘Burning Bed’:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZF3RHh16bU&feature=related

Rachelle called and we verified our plans once again for this evening.
“I have some news for you, too,” Rachelle said.
“Oh yeah, why not tell me now?”
“Yeah, but you might get mad from it.”
“Why?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
She loves to keep me in suspense.

I went to mom’s house for breakfast and Sherri called while I was there. Sherri wanted mom to come by to see all of the little kids at Ashley’s Birthday party. I tagged along but didn’t stay for very long.

I went home to nap and before I knew it the clock clicked in at three o’clock. I showered and shined.
Rachelle called again.
“I just want to tell you it’s windy in Castro Valley, so be sure you drive over with the convertible top up!”
“Okay, no problem,” I said, but I couldn’t help but think she was worried that I’d be noticed in her neighborhood with the convertible top down. Whatever.

Rachelle planned on wearing a black sweater dress. I decided to wear gray slacks and a black NEW MAN blazer with a white shirt and tie. Rachelle’s mom and step dad weren’t there when I arrived. That was good because I feel a bit of pressure when they are around. We left and went to MACY’s where I bought mom some candy.

While at MACY’s ‘brainy’ Rachelle leaned up against a wall and got some gooey gum stuck to her dress! What a mess. We went to my house to attempt removing the gum. We did a fair job. We remained at my house and lounged until mom called to give the signal.
“I’m leaving now to go to Ashley’s party,” Mom said.
“Okay great, we’ll see you there.”

I carried YOGI BEAR to Sherri’s and John was asleep when we arrived. He missed the grand entrance. My grandmother, mom, dad, Sherri, Sherri’s parents, my Aunt Betty, brother John, Helen, Dale, baby Andrew, Rachelle and myself were all there. It was fun. Ashley got her first car from Sherri’s dad (Grandpa Bob). Dale made himself an amusement for all. He was quite friendly. Rachelle kept a low and quiet profile which is usually the safest way to go (but then she knew no one but me, so it was cool).

A few people left and I snapped a few more photos.

Rachelle and I came to my house and lounged for a while. We flirted. We kissed. We caressed and we hugged. We changed into our more comfortable clothes and sat on the couch. We kissed some more and lied down on the couch. We pressed our bodies against each other. I took my pants off. I got hard. Then we went upstairs to my bedroom. Then we thought to ‘lotionize’. Rachelle proceeded to lotion my chest and legs. She sucked my ‘wrangler’ and kissed me. Then she told me three times that Joe (her ex-boyfriend) is the only other person she’d done anything with.
“Joe is the only one I’ve reached as far a caliber as we are now,” Rachelle said.
“I’m lucky then.”
“And I am on my period right now…effective Friday morning at three.”
I kept thinking she talks too much.
Rachelle continued with revelations. “I’m really seventeen. I just turned seventeen on February 18th.”
I was a bit surprised to say the least. I felt numb.
I said, “It doesn’t really matter.”
We continued to kiss passionately. I got on top of her. She got on top of me. Our lips felt good together. I got on top of her and she guided my rod into her to the point where I kept going in and out and wanted to cum. I did. My warm cum came inside of her and it felt “good”.
Then, she had to start talking again the way she does.
“I wonder if I could get pregnant at this time since I am on my period.”
“I really don’t know,” I answered, and now I am wondering if she may be pregnant. And if she is…what could that mean? Then I wondered about her period because there was no indication of it.

It was nice. And now effective May 11, 1985 at the age of twenty-five I am officially not a virgin. My past experiences with Laurie Robertson, Tammy Duhr, Paloma Sanchez-Guerra and Karen of England don’t count since this was actual intercourse. Tonight. It felt fine.

I drove Rachelle home and then returned to my place. I was asleep by two o’clock in the morning. Yawn.

"You're a wild card and I don't know how to play you," he said with brutal frankness.
-Philippa Gregory
"The Other Boleyn Girl"