All six of us kids took a hike down Trails End past the old log cottages that rich resorters owned. Most of them were nicer than anything we'd ever get to live in, but it didn't matter to us that hot summer day in June -we just liked looking at them and being together sharing secrets.
Joe took out a pack of Kool cigarettes and passed them
around. His brother Russ had a genuine Zippo lighter which impressed the hell out of all of us.
His older sister Pat knew how to hold a cigarette real classy like. She took long drags and blew smoke out her nose. No one commented but it did not go unnoticed. She obviously knew the ways of the world and we all hung on her every word. Especially Larry from Bear Lake who was crazy for her and
went along with whatever she wanted to do.
I had a big crush on Russ so I also took really deep drags despite the fact I had never before smoked and nearly blew our cover by coughing.
If my brave attempt at smoking impressed him he never let on but the next day when we were all in the lake throwing water at each other from discarded oil cans, I let mine slip. Half full of water it hit him in the leg. From that time on I continually asked him how he was doing and macho like he'd tell me it didn't hurt. This turned out to be a great conversational tool and made up for the fact I did not have the foggiest idea of how to get a males attention by flirting.
Eventually we held hands under a blanket in the back seat of my mother's old stationwagon at a drive-in theater just out of town where kids liked to neck.
Our Mom's were in the front seat and we were crowded in with siblings in the back seat. It made it nice as nobody could see what we were doing. It was funny at the time and I giggled every time Russ tried to put my hand in his pocket to feel his rock collection.
Every now and again I felt a bit guilty about throwing the oil can at him like that, but what did I know about attracting a boy? Thankfully my skills seemed to gradually improve with time and experience.
After our summer work was over he sent me a letter. I can't recall what it said but I'll never forget how he signed it:
"I love you with all my heart - Russ"
Now here I was all grown up - a famous interior designer - on my way to a reunion of wealthy cottagers on the same lake as we met. I wondered if any the kids from that summer long ago would show up....even if it were only as hired help. It was so unlikely I quickly dumped it from my mind. After all, who in that rag tailed group besides me would buy one of these old outrageously priced monstrosities?
I decided to leave early and take a nostalgic walk once again down Trails End. I was surprise to see that three of the old cottage were torn down and in their place was a stunning field stone and log architectural masterpiece. I was drawn to it like a magnet and gingerly walked around to the lake side and saw a crotch dripping gorgeous looking man bowing to me.
"May I help you?"
I explained I was a neighbor on my way to the reunion a few cottages down. He perked up and replied:
"Really! I am on my way there as well. Walk with me."
The melody and words to Harry Chapin's "Taxi"
kept repeating in my head. "Something about him was familiar, I could swear I'd seen his face before, but he said you must be mistaken, and he didn't say anything more..."
At the party our eyes kept close track of each other.
When we danced I desperately wanted him to find my hottest hot spots and render me helpless by begging me not to leave without him. The excitement kept mounting throughout the night and I was sure we mentally climaxed together at the same time when we both realized that we did indeed know each other as teens.
Yes, I was his Sugar Candy and he was my first love, my Sweet Russ who wrote, "I love you with all my heart."
He brought me over a drink and said I wonder if you would mind doing me a favor? I need help deciding on accessories for my new home. Would you be so kind as to return with me tonight and give me your professional advice?
I shoke his hand and said,
"My pleasure. You just hired a designer."
The deal was sealed. Arm and arm we said goodnight to all and left for a short walk down Trails End.
We kissed in the moonlight and lit up two Kool Cigarettes. Then like long ago, I put my hands in his pockets to feel his rock collection but this time I did not giggle, I moaned.
He picked me up and carried me tenderly to his high plush bed and tied me lightly with long soft silky seaweed secured to all four posts. I couldn't last much longer and when he stroked my face and penetrated me I let out a howl that started dogs barking all around the lake.
At breakfast we laughed and wondered what the
neighbors must have thought.
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