Rita brought their dinner, and Colleen ordered two more pints. After a few minutes, Rita returned with their drinks and cleared away two empty glasses. Don still had about half of his second pint left. While they ate, Don told Colleen about his work at IBM. During dinner, Colleen noticed a mark inside Don’s left elbow, near a vein.
“Do you use drugs, Don, or is that from giving blood today?” she asked.
Don glanced at his arm. “Oh, that’s from giving blood yesterday morning. The nurse didn’t do a real good job; normally it’s gone by the next day. You’re very observant, most people wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Well, I give blood about every three months,” she replied. “It seems my period always starts right when I’m eligible to give blood again, so I have to wait a couple of weeks. How about you? Do you give blood often?”
“Oh yes, every eight to ten weeks,” he said. “I’m type O-negative, so they’re always after me. With all the tourists and everything, they always seem to need more blood.”
After dinner, they ordered the raspberry torte for dessert, and Colleen ordered herself another Double Diamond. Don, however, declined a fourth. As they finished their dessert, Colleen glanced at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.
“I’d better get going while I can still drive,” she said, finishing her drink and signaling Rita for the check.
“I didn’t realize it was so late,” Don said. “I’ll walk you to your car. Thank you very much for dinner.”
They walked out of the Blue Boar together. Colleen put the blank receipt in her purse—Rita had been happy to give her one after seeing the twenty-five percent tip. As they reached her car, Colleen saw that something was wrong. It took her a few seconds to realize she had a flat tire.
“Oh, great,” she sighed. “Just what I needed to ruin what was turning out to be a nice evening.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you change it,” Don said. “Open the trunk and let’s get out the jack and the spare.”
Colleen opened the trunk, and Don swore. “Shit, sorry, but your spare is flat, too. Why don’t I just drive you back to your hotel? In the morning, you can call Avis and have them send someone out to fix the car and bring it to you.”
“Thanks, Don, but I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”
“No trouble at all,” he insisted. “I don’t have to go into work until tomorrow afternoon.”
Don escorted Colleen to his car and held the door for her. As they drove east along Atlantic Beach Boulevard, they were silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Don felt lucky to be spending more time with this beautiful woman, while Colleen was thinking about how fortunate she was to have run into an attractive guy who was also a gentleman, willing to go out of his way to drive a stranger back to her motel. As they reached the top of the bridge over I-95, Colleen noticed the full moon just above the horizon.
“Do you like Irish whiskey, Don?” she asked.
“If it’s good, yes. Why do you ask?”
“It’s good—Tullimore Dew,” she replied. “I was just wondering if you’d like to come back to my room with me and have a drink. It’s the least I can do for putting you to all the trouble of driving me back to my motel. I know it’s out of your way.”
Don stopped for the red light. “Sure, Tully’s is very good. Nice moon out tonight. Does your room face the ocean?”
“Yes, it ought to look fantastic out the sliding glass doors,” she said. “They open right onto the beach. If you’d like, we could go for a swim after our drink. I bought a swimsuit for my brother; you could borrow it if you don’t have one with you.”
“That’s a very attractive offer, Colleen. I guess I could,” he said. “I’m surprised you brought a swimsuit with you, given your sensitive complexion.”
“I didn’t bring one; I won one at dinner the first day here,” she explained. “Jim took us to a bar restaurant that had a lingerie fashion show during happy hour, and one of the outfits was a swimsuit. It was the only outfit I’d try for, and I won it. The only one in our group, and there were six of us.”
“I’m surprised they took customers to a place like that,” Don said. “I mean, we go to one in Boca about once a week for lunch, but we’d never take a customer there unless they explicitly requested the place. The food is excellent, and the atmosphere is nice, but women tend to get embarrassed, especially the first time.”
Traffic began moving again, and Don accelerated.
“Well, I don’t know where this was, but the food was good,” Colleen said. “Jim was a bit embarrassed. He said this was the first time they had a show on a Tuesday evening. I wasn’t all that concerned. We have topless bars in Vancouver with really good ale at really good prices. I occasionally go for a drink or two and I’ve gotten used to the entertainment. Looking at an attractive female body doesn’t turn me on, but it doesn’t turn me off either. Some of the male customers are quite attractive. The biggest problem is getting hit on, but most of the regulars know me, and I try to sit in the back so I’m pretty much left alone.”
Don stopped the car as the railroad crossing gates came down. A slow freight train with at least six engines crawled past the car window.
“I guess we’ll be here for a bit,” Don commented, turning off the engine. “If you don’t mind my asking, you don’t sound Canadian.”
“You’re thinking French Canadian,” she said. “I was born and raised and have lived most of my life in Vancouver, and so have my brother and my parents.”
“Do you get to the States often, Colleen?” he asked.
“Oh yes. In fact, I went to high school in Washington back in the 70s,” she replied. “My dad was manager of the Tacoma branch for almost six years. My brother, Barney, also went to high school there, although he had to stay with friends the last semester because my dad was transferred back to Vancouver.”
“So, you and Barney are only a few years apart?”
“Yeah, he’s two years younger, but we get along fine most of the time.”
“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Don asked.
“No, go ahead,” Colleen said, wondering what he wanted to ask.
“When you were growing up, did you and your brother ever… play with each other?”
“You mean like play doctor?” Colleen was amused by the question.
“Well, yes,” Don said. “You see, I’ve found that at least among the people I’ve asked—and in college, I was able to ask quite a few—that in a two-child family where the brother and sister were only a couple of years apart, they examined each other’s bodies at least once. Whereas with bigger families, or when more than a couple of years separated them, they had not ‘played doctor’.”
“We only did it once.”
“Would you mind telling me about it?”
“No, I guess not,” Colleen said. She could tell that the three pints of Double Diamond were affecting her judgment, but she started her story anyway, determined to be both as honest and erotic as possible. She liked Don and wouldn’t mind bedding him at all, if she could turn him on.
“When I was fourteen, Barney was twelve, and we had just moved to Tacoma the summer before,” she began. “We were out of school for spring break, but my mom’s sister was recovering from an operation, so my mom had to be up there to help my aunt. Our next-door neighbor was watching us, making sure we got lunch and behaved ourselves.”
“That Friday afternoon, we asked if we could go to the movies. The theater was less than a mile away, and Mrs. Marsh, our neighbor, said sure if we had enough money. We replied that we had plenty and headed out. When we got to the theater, they had already started letting people in, and the line still went around the block. Barney looked at me and said he didn’t really feel like standing in line only to be told they were sold out. I agreed with him, and we headed back to the house.”
“Now, Friday was Mrs. Marsh’s bridge day, so Barney knew that no one would disturb us. He came right out and said that he wanted to see what girls looked like, and if I showed him what I had, he’d show me what he had. I agreed; I was curious what boys looked like in the flesh. The pictures from health class were not what you’d call detailed.”
“When we got back to the house, we went upstairs to my room and closed the door. I told Barney that he had to start. He took off his shirt and pants with no hesitation and then looked at me. ‘Aren’t you going to take off your clothes? You promised,’ he exclaimed. I answered okay and removed my blue jeans and blouse. I was still wearing my white cotton bra and white cotton bikini panties. I told him it was his turn again. He removed his T-shirt and looked back at me. ‘Your shorts first,’ I told him. He lowered his boxer shorts, and I could see his small penis beginning to grow. ‘Come on, Colleen, you promised. Take off your bra and panties.’ I turned around so my back was to him and slowly removed my bra. I tossed it onto the bed and then sensuously removed my panties, like I was a stripper. Of course, I’d never seen a real stripper back then, but I tried to emulate what they showed on TV of burlesque back in the thirties. When I got my panties down to my ankles, I was bent over, and Barney had an excellent view of my young ass, but nothing else since my legs were together. I looked back at him, and he was staring at my ass, and his penis was pointing straight out at me. ‘Turn around, sis, let me see your breasts.’ I told him to be patient.”
Colleen stopped at that point to look at Don as he started up the car. The train was finally gone, and the crossing gates were going up. Colleen noticed that the gates were not the only thing rising.
As Don put the car in gear, he said, “Please continue. I want to know what happened.”
“Are you sure you want me to continue while you’re driving? I don’t want to distract you,” she teased.
