Goodbye Grasshopper (Part 2: Conclusion)
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Confucius said, "A journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step." A truism that applies to all we do, but one that's all too easy to forget.
Grasshopper understood the concept but didn't have enough experience to be able to tell in which direction that first step should go.
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It was a busy day at Concord-Lexington Academy, but he finally got through to her.
"Ms. Poe, that Number 5, of Lessons Learned? It seems critical to the whole, but I'm not getting it--what step to take first and what direction."
"I understand. It was difficult for me too Grasshopper. I'll be happy to discuss it with you but it'll have to wait until the end of August. I'm leaving 10:00 AM tomorrow. There's a family emergency I must help with."
"Sorry Ms. Poe. I hope it will all work out okay. But before you leave, what about Human Sexuality 101?"
"Grasshopper, it'll have to wait until I get back. I will see you in the morning at the Farmer's Market, but there'll be no time for a class."
"I understand. Anything I should do while you're gone?"
"Memorize 'Lessons Learned'. And in regards to helping you with Number 5, I'm sending a short essay regarding my own struggle with it. It may provide a bit of light for you."
"Soon I hope."
"Yes. I'll send it later today. And, while I think of it, in my absence do your written work as listed on the syllabus. Then I want you to write a first person essay about YOUR struggle and triumph with Number 5."
"But what if I have no 'triumph' with it?
"You will. Make it your goal to surprise me, discover that ONE thing, YOU can honestly say YOU do well. It's hard, but not rocket science."
"Do I get extra time?"
"Yes, I will arrange with Head Master to extend your time for completion of the course."
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Later that day he got her message:
Dear Grasshopper,
Even though at a young age I memorized Lesson's Learned, I still found myself at 21, filled with self-doubts, afraid I would never find the courage to stick with anything long enough, to do it, well.
I couldn't even paint a room.
Example: When I was your age, I envisioned the walls in my room at my boarding house, re-painted in a rich ivory color.
I got permission to paint it and bought two gallons of ivory, lugged it up hill ten blocks, found a ladder, and began with the ceiling, only to see splashes of paint falling on the beautiful hardwood floors.
I gave up and said, "I can't do this!"
That night I binged on Turtle Pecan Ice Cream and ended up calling a professional painter to accomplish what turned out to be a relatively simple task.
I knew enough about Number 5 to know that with no successes to look back on and no self-confidence, I might not ever be able to finish anything.
It was then that a teacher in my real estate class recommended I read Russell Conwell's "Acres of Diamonds."
The essence of the story is that a man sold his farm to get enough money to finance his search for diamonds.
His search led him everywhere, but he found no diamonds and came back a beaten man. It was then he found that his old land had "acres of diamonds" on it.
The moral of the story is that before you go looking all over the world for diamonds, try your own backyard first.
I thought to myself, do I have anything of value in MY back yard?
The only thing out there was an old barn that had straw in it and was once shelter for a cow, a goat and chickens.
It was more of a shed than a barn, but the former owners called it a barn, so I did too.
Bottom line, it was an eye sore and had been condemned by the city a few months before.
Since I couldn't find anyone to do the job, or get enough money to have it torn down by professionals, it was inevitable I'd soon be fined for failure to comply.
Then it dawned on me! If I could figure out how to tear that barn down--that would be an amazing accomplishment--a dream worth pursuing, the biggest thing I had ever done in my life.
I told myself, I could build on that, and I'd then be able to tell myself, that any girl, who could tear down a barn in one day, could certainly do this or that (whatever challenge it was that I faced).
I understood nothing about how buildings were put together.
All I knew--I was scared to death to try--afraid it might collapse and fall on top of me.
The barn was typical of the 1800's balloon construction with 20' long 2x10's running two stories high. In some ways, this made it easier to bring down. But like I said, I had no idea what I was doing.
Once I could visualize how I could approach the barn with my crowbar, hammer and ropes, I was more at peace.
Confucius's approach, "A journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step," suddenly popped into my mind and took the edge off of my fears.
I decided to take the same approach to tearing down the barn. I would simply pull out ONE nail--then another--then continue removing one nail at a time--one board at a time.
After a few hours sleep, I was up at dawn and stormed into the back yard armed with tools, ready to tear the place apart.
I figured if all that stood between me and finding confidence was bringing that place to the ground, it was coming down come hell or high water.
Within a few hours I had created quite a mess.
Neighbors, cutting through the alley to the bus stop, asked what I THOUGHT I was doing. I told them happily, "I don't THINK I'm doing anything--I AM tearing down a barn."
"Good luck," they'd say, and continue on up the alley shaking their heads.
By the end of the day, some of the same neighbors were walking back down the alley and saw me still working with the barn--now mostly down.
Excited, two neighbors went home, changed their clothes and came back to help me pull the rest of it down with clotheslines. The three of us pulling together, did the trick.
When the loft and tin roof came crashing down along with the remaining frame work we all cheered and hugged.
Neighborly love expressed appropriately.
Before long it became like a block party and everyone was laughing and having a good time.
Another neighbor brought up pizza and beer for the guys and me.
I think my fantasy of tearing that barn down in one day, not only made a believer out of me, but it made believers out of them too.
"The Little Train Who Thought He Could" was far more than a child's fairy tale that day.
My neighbors were struggling like me back then, so I think it gave them hope. I know it did me. I hope it does you also.
Best wishes,
Ms. Poe
P.S. It's time for you to read the "Acres of Diamonds" speech that I gave you at graduation. Please fax a brief summary to the cottage (there is no e-mail server there). Also, continue your memorization of Lessons Learned.
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The next morning, Grasshopper was taking Ms. Poe's groceries to her car.
Thanking her for her inspiring letter, he said it did help him to better understand Number 5.
Then, out the blue, he laughed and recited it for her three times:
"The greatest builder of confidence is the ability to do something, almost anything, WELL."
Following them with grocery cart in hand, Mrs. Valentine was close enough to hear their conversation.
Coming along side Grasshopper, she tickled him in the ribs.
"How's my favorite bagger?" she said, "Any chance I could get you to try that theory out? I have a few things I need done . . . and done WELL . . . ."
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"Sure, Mrs. Valentine. I get off work in a few minutes. I could carry your bags home--save you the trouble of returning the cart. We could discuss what you need on the way."
Walking with Mrs. Valentine for six blocks was exciting. It made him feel strong and virile.
No doubt about it, Mrs. Valentine was a hot babe, a real knockout, a blond bombshell, the newest professor at Concord's Junior College.
He imagined every male along her street leering out their windows, wishing he was walking next to her, making love to her.
Grasshopper was no exception. He wanted her badly too. Even though he was just a kid and had never had sex with anyone but himself, he had frequent wet dreams and was sure, when he did, it would be the best time he ever had.
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He always hoped his first time would be with Ms. Poe, but there was no reason to believe that was ever going to happen.
"Hell, I could be an old guy by the time Ms. Poe did the nasty with me . . . ." he muttered under his breath admiring Mrs. Valentine unlocking her door.
Immediately he felt guilty for being so flip, so ugly and crude about his friend and mentor. Feeling bad for thinking like that he tried to make amends to her guardian angel.
"Hey even if it takes years, by then, the good news might be she'd think me no longer a kid, plenty old enough for her."
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By the time Grasshopper had deposited the groceries on Mrs. Valentine's countertop, he had learned that Mr. Valentine was working overseas all summer long and that she was totally serious about needing his help.
"Helping you out would work out fine Mrs. Valentine, I'm not working at the Farmer's Market this weekend. Got plenty of free time on my hands up until Labor Day Weekend."
"I pay by the job, so I'll give you a list of projects and your give me an estimate on each one, how much money it would take to make it worth your while."
"I'll do that if you want, but I'll let you fill in whatever dollar amount you think is fair . . . doesn't matter much to me, it'll be fun and I can put the money into my travel fund. I'm trying to earn spending money for a trip I'm taking next summer with my parents."
Mrs. Valentine smiled and nodded and then pointed to the pool house.
"In there, Grasshopper, you can find yourself a spare swimsuit and all the tools you'll need."
She reclined by the edge of the pool reading and sipping on a lemonade.
Every so often she'd look up, adjust her white bikini top and watch how methodically he was cleaning her pool.
His eyes would lock with hers and then he'd quickly look away. Each time he did this, Mrs. Valentine found herself becoming increasingly aroused.
Hiding behind her sunglasses, she laid her book across her bare midriff. There was no way she could concentrate on reading with him there.
His tall muscular body, his boyish good looks, his blue eyes and his sun bleached mop of hair--it was all too much. All she could think of was his cold wet mouth all over her hot sun drenched body.
Watching him work, she couldn't help but wonder if he did everything with such care . . . such attention to detail.
He was so young, naive too she'd bet, but then again, maybe he's teachable, she thought, a beginner eager to please.
All she knew for sure was that she liked being 29 and him being 19.
She was a teacher and she knew raw potential when she saw it standing half naked in front of her.
Watching him like a cat lying in wait for her prey she couldn't take her eyes off of him for long.
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Seeing him about to finish the pool, she went back in the house and soon brought out dinner for two and insisted he join her and share a bottle of Pinot Noir.
It wasn't hard to talk him into it, and before long, he was on his second plate of lasagna and a third glass of wine.
"These are small servings and you're not driving, so go ahead, indulge yourself," she said as she kept touching him as she talked. He liked that about her--a lot.
Before long, the two of them were talking and laughing about everything imaginable including what turned HIM on about women and what turned HER on about men.
Rubbing her legs together under the table, Mrs. Valentine could feel the wetness seeping out from the bottom half of her bikini that was covered up by a short wrap-around skirt.
She liked knowing it was a by-product of all she was feeling right then--its confirmation that she was still a woman--hadn't dried out for lack of sex in the past few years.
She thought to herself this hot young stud is clearly what my father would have called an "old soul," maybe ten years is not really so much of a spread with a guy like Grasshopper.
The way he looked, the way he spoke, and his generous spirit, blew her away. Mrs. Valentine figured he'd just have to be good in bed, there was no way he couldn't be.
The space between her legs began to throb as she kept listening to him talk.
Yeah . . . Grasshopper was amazing for any age. She knew men. And by the looks of his package growing bigger by the moment under that pair of loose dorky swim trunks-- he was horny for her--she could swear she saw the beginning of a tent in his swim suit as he rearranged the big cloth napkin over his lap.
Unobserved by him, she had reached up under her skirt and was rubbing herself as she drank more and talked less.
She too, rearranged her napkin. Thank God for big napkins and sexy hot men.
She couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever gone down on a woman, hell for that matter, if he'd ever even had sex.
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As it got dark, the soft pool lights automatically came on, along with salsa music from the Bose Poolside Speakers.
"Grasshopper," she purred, we should really work our dinner off, let me teach you how to Salsa."
"Oh Mrs. Valentine, I don't think I could."
"Nonsense Grasshopper, and for God's sake, call me Valentine, that's what all my friends call me."
"Okay Valentine. I like that better too, it fits you. It felt strange to call you Mrs. Valentine. You seem more my age."
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Placing his trembling hands or her hips, she taught him the basic steps to Cuban Salsa.
Catching on quickly he soon found his body in perfect rhythm with hers.
Dancing around the edge of the pool and in between the potted palm trees, they seductively moved their hips holding the upper halves of their bodies rigid, doing what looked like an ritualistic mating dance.
For Valentine, it felt like the most natural thing in the world, as if life should have always been this sweet and lusty, she avoided thinking about why it wasn't, what it had cost her, and why she stayed in limbo with her love life.
Somehow on this night, just being with Grasshopper made up for being short-changed, the grief from not being held and loved in a very long time. Indecision is a luxury item and comes at a very high non-refundable price she thought.
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After too many dances to count, Valentine picked up the remote and switched the Salsa to some low down dirty rhythm and blues.
His hands began wandering over her full round beautiful breasts and she was fondling his sweet little ass with relish.
Soon her hand moved around to the front of him and discovered his rock hard cock trying to stand up straight; he was so stunned he stumbled, and with her in his arms, fell into the deep end of the pool.
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In one swift move she undid the velcro to her wrap around skirt and let it float to the surface--Grasshoppers baggy swim trunks followed it shortly thereafter--embraced in each other's arms, they felt each other up-- the only clothing between them being his jock strap and her thong and skimpy bikini top.
Coming up for air, Valentine's breath hissed from her lips and she swore as she felt him up through his jock, "Sweet Jeezus! Oh baby, you ARE a big boy . . . .
She lowered his hand to the juncture of her thighs and thrust against the palm of his hand as she moaned and continued exploring--his moans met with hers in a primeval harmony.
Lifting her high in the water above him, he set her down between the ladder's hand railings on the edge of the pool to nestle his face into her love nest while she squeezed his head gently between the top of her thighs and rocked her hips forward granting permission for his tongue to enter.
Reaching down she pulled the front of her thong aside to invite him to further explore, to tongue around her clit, do her however he saw fit.
"Oh yessssssss . . . my sweet Grasshopper, that feels so good . . . . ohmigod yesssssss!"
Climbing up three steps on the pool ladder he kissed between her breasts, as she ran her hands across his muscular back and wrapped one leg around his waist to draw him closer to her yet.
"Grasshopper, let me see your manhood, I wanna love it up for you--make you feel real good."
With that she helped him drop his jock and let it float away.
Reaching down she felt his thick dick, his kisses inside her neck driving her up the wall with a demanding need to get him off and herself too.
She was tempted to tell him to simply get it over with, go at it like rabbits, that they could refine it all later once they got the edge scraped off their overwhelming lust.
"I want you so damn bad," she whispered.
"Oh Valentine . . . I want you too . . . but I don't . . . I don't want to cause you problems . . . your marriage . . ."
"I don't have a marriage. At least not in the normal sense. It's sexless."
"Oh pretty woman . . . are you serious . . ."
"Afraid so . . . What about you? Think you'd feel guilty in the morning if you fucked me tonight, Grasshopper?"
Laughing he told her, "My boss at the Farmer's Market told me stiff cocks ain't got no conscience, I'd like to find out . . . ."
Laughing with him she said,
"Thank God in heaven . . ." with that she took hold of him and lowered her mouth, licked up and down his blue vein and swirled his tip with her tongue.
A groan deep in his throat poured forth as she dropped beneath the water and slipped his stiff rod between her breasts. Holding them tightly together she bobbed up and down in the water driving him out of his mind with the intensity of it all, the friction.
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The acute ache between her legs beat steadily as his soft kisses landed on her lips every time she surfaced and then left to go down under water and do him so more.
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This is so much fun she thought. She knew now she had either been a saint or sick in the head--to have waited so long for such pleasure.
The acute ache between her legs drove her into a frenzy as he nibbled on her nipples each time she surfaced and then sprung backwards to go down under water again to suckle on more of his sweet meat.
Finally she surfaced for good and arching her back she reached for his mop of hair and lovingly pulled his head down to rest upon her breasts. "Suck them baby, suck them, do them like you mean it, take your time with me. . . . "
Valentine felt her nipples swell and tighten inside his mouth as she dug into his shoulders and ground her body against him begging, "Fuck me baby, fuck me, I need you so much, let's do it all night long and NEVER stop."
Then in a desperate need to feel his body on top of hers, she broke away and climbed upon the big double raft lying beside the pool.
Reaching out for him, he came on board where she sucked on his big hard cock for so long he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
She had it all down. The tongue teasing, the hand twisting, the stopping, the starting, he wondered why he'd ever waited 19 years to try sex.
It's wonderful he thought, kick-ass, fuckin' unbelievable, mind-blowing wonderful. And IT'S free!
Suddenly, judging by his moans, Valentine realized she had gone too far and stopped--climbed on top of him--rode him hard like the cowgirl she always wanted to be.
A deep groan tore through him as she moved faster and faster and every cell in her body focused on the shaft pounding into her.
Faster, harder, and more intense. Over and over until he suddenly flipped her over and thrust into her like a veteran Casanova who'd had done this every day of his life for the past 10 years.
"Please," she cried out, "fuck me, pleeeease keep fucking me. Pleeeeeease".
Don't ever stop . . . ."
The unmistakable feeling of an approaching climax flooded her body--she knew she couldn't last much longer--she wanted him to cum with her.
"Grasshopper." Her voice breathless, "Are you just about there?"
Before he could answer, he yelled out, "Oh sweet Jesus! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh baby I'm cumming . . . Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . yessssss . . . Ohhhhhhhhhh . . . Ohhh babeeeeeeeeeee . . . "
Him yelling like that drove her right over the edge. Sensation after sensation slashed through her body, from the top of her head to her toes. Her eyes closed and she squeezed her muscles around every solid inch of him as she called out, "Oh baby, ohmigod, ohmigod,
yesssss, yeesssss, ohhhhhhh yesssssss, ohmigod . . . I can't take much more . . . ."
Within seconds, a hot violent orgasm clenched her belly and burned her from the inside out. It shook her and left her gasping for air. Grasshopper stayed with her until the last wave and then collapsed upon her, his fine young boy body totally spent.
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EPILOGUE:
Time flew for Valentine and Grasshopper. It was as if they could not get enough of each other fast enough.
Yet, there was a leisurely and relaxed feeling with each day beginning and ending with a loving embrace--the comfort of their bodies pressed close to one another.
Neither of them had ever known such contentment, such peace and joy.
In the back of their minds, they knew it would all end on Labor Day, but put that realization on the back burner in order to live totally in their now moments.
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Grasshopper's parents would arrive for a visit the day after Labor Day and stay at the Charles Hotel in Cambridge. They were long overdue for a visit and thought it would be a good time to step-in and help their son move from Concord-Lexington Academy into his freshman dorm on Harvard Yard.
Valentine's husband was due to return from Europe, just in time to say goodbye to his wife who would be leaving for Oxford to assume the position of Visiting Professor of Science and Technology.
Ms. Poe was due back from Michigan. She would be resuming her normal duties at
Concord-Lexington Academy as well as continuing to be a mentor to Grasshopper at Harvard's main campus.
In a recent phone call, she'd assured Grasshopper's parents he'd get his final credit needed in Human Sexuality 10l.
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For a grand finale on Labor Day, Grasshopper and Valentine had a backyard picnic. Later they danced and went for a swim and made love by the pool.
Finally they ended up in the bedroom--where they once again made love--this time to the spectacular fireworks bursting forth on both sides of Walden Pond.
Cuddling next to him in her bed for one last night, she combed back his soft sun-bleached hair with her fingers and studied his face.
She never wanted to forget how he looked at this moment in time . . . peaceful and content, her summer fling turned into her sweetest most precious love she'd ever known.
She wasn't sure if he'd spoiled her for all other men or simply set the bar higher.
Still and all she wondered how anyone could ever begin to compare to the heart and mind and soul of her Grasshopper.
As if he was reading her mind, he pulled her closer and said, "Thank you, Valentine for everything beautiful. Know I'll love you always and never forget you."
"I love you too Grasshopper, for everything that you are, for all I am when I am with you. I'm going to miss you too, but I'll always remember you with love and respect. And by the way, you should be able to now cross that Number 5, off your 'to-do' list."
"Valentine, are you sure that I was the best you ever had?"
"Yes, you are the best lover I've ever had . . . bar none . . . take that to the bank my darling . . . but I need you to do something for me."
"ANYTHING VALENTINE."
"Hold me close, like you'll never let me go, but then leave once you're sure I'm sound asleep. I can't bear seeing you walk away in the morning--forever. Can you do this one last thing for me?"
"Yes, Valentine, I will do that for both of us, so long as you don't insist that it's forever. That's too much for ME to bear."
"Okay, I understand."
"Goodbye Valentine, until we meet again someday."
"Yes, until then. Goodbye Grasshopper."
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At 4:00 AM Grasshopper was back in his room at the academy writing a message to Ms. Poe who was due back this very day.
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RE: Your last assignment.
Human Sexuality 101
Lessons Learned, Number 5.
Dear Ms. Poe,
Welcome back! I have missed you.
Before you left you wrote and said, "I want you to write a first person essay about YOUR personal struggle and triumph regarding Number 5."
I'm pleased to write that I have completed that assignment, and found something I could do well. I can hardly wait to share it with you.
Tomorrow I'll be sending you my first person essay about my own personal struggle and triumph with Number 5. I feel confident--you'll be happy for me--that you'll be proud of me too.
I'm looking forward to meeting with you soon to discuss it all in person.
Affectionately,
Grasshopper
The End.
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Copyright: August 2010
Alice "Babe" Babebuilt
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