The Sweater Diary: Conclusion

Saturday

We cleaned last night—everything we could.  The living room, the kitchen, the martini glasses, the pitcher, the sweater.  Julie left after a nice long kiss at the door, and I was in bed before Mom and Dad got home.  They didn’t check on either me or Lisa.  She slept till noon and spent a day of recovery in her bedroom avoiding both conversation and the bullet she dodged.

But the sweater took a hit.  The stain didn’t quite come out, and where we scrubbed left an obvious mark.  But my alibi was fool-proof since Lisa was so completely incoherent.  Later I convinced her that after Talya left, she came downstairs wearing the sweater acting like an idiot trying to impress Julie and me, and ended up spilling butter and popcorn all over herself.  She had no choice but to believe me, and so, in the end I dodged a bullet too.

Sunday and Beyond

The weekend went so well it felt as if today was my birthday.  I didn’t care about the sweater anymore.  I didn’t care much about Lisa’s poor behavior.  And even though being a year younger than Talya and currently having her best friend living at my house qualified me as a zero in high school, I noticed that after that Friday night Tayla looked at me differently.  Not that anyone else noticed.  But at least it made me feel like I had connected with her on some level, and that my existence wasn’t simply dismissed anymore.

On occasion, during the last weeks of school, I would even talk with her in the hallways or the cafeteria if the timing was right.  I think it confused a lot of people.  Not because I talked to her, but because she would actually stop and chat with me for a minute.  It’s not like I was trying to hit on her, it was more that we had been through some tiny, weird experience together and we related on some level.  Plus, it gave me confidence to just have a normal friendly conversation with someone as hot as Talya.

But Julie.  Damn…Julie.  I just wanted to touch her.  Be with her.  I could talk with her and look at her from head to toe all day long.  Science turned into the best class of the year.  I stopped trying to act cool around her, focusing instead on our homework or our conversation, or if she wanted to hang out on the weekend.  Everything about Julie made my body react, and I quickly got to the point where I didn’t care if anyone else noticed.

She started to sense and trust my complete interest in her, and although we never quite repeated the events of that Friday night, the summer played out extremely well.  I finally told her how much I loved her nails and eventually had the courage to tell her exactly what I wanted her to do with them.  She had a few needs of her own, so that summer we explored our sexuality together, all the while perfecting our kissing techniques.

It’s funny how it all started out with my lust for an angora sweater, and that my ultimate fantasy of Julie wearing the sweater was exactly what got the sweater ruined.  Still, in the end, I ended up getting Julie and never gave a damn about what happened to that silly angora sweater.