Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 04

Two days after he had departed from Vic and Kristen, Jim was awakening beside Vic’s daughter Jane. He had almost immediately strayed from the path he hoped to follow. But Jane’s first words after stretching and smiling up at his tall body standing over her bed were, “So tell me about Harry.” He couldn’t have been happier.

He called Harry, told him they were going on a date with the lovely Jane. Harry paused, Jim hoping he wasn’t falling into an apoplectic fit. When Harry hummed and stuttered, Jim was getting a more worried. Harry breathed deeply. “Sure,” he said.

“Great,” said Jim, in the truest sense of the word.

Jim and Jane showered separately. Jim put on his clothes from the day before, and Jane put on a summer dress. Before they stepped out of her apartment, Jane wrote a message for her roommate Connie to meet them at the boat rental in Central Park from 5 o’clock until seven if she could.

Jim and Jane decided to stay together for the entire day until five o’clock came around and they would meet Harry. Jane was excited to show her city to Jim and wanted to hop in a cab as soon as they walked out her apartment building.

“Let’s walk,” said Jim. He didn’t care about seeing the sites. He wanted to be with her.

“It’s like thirty blocks to Central Park,” said Jane.

“We got all day,” he said as he began walking south.

“Okay,” she said as she joined him.

They talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves immensely. He even got to see the Guggenheim Museum which he thought was really cool and kind of fucked up for a museum. They stopped at a deli that sold Yankee caps, bought a couple of them to protect their faces from the hot sun and a couple sandwiches and sodas.

By the time five o’clock rolled around they were at the boat rental place in Central Park looking for Harry. The time came none too soon. They were on the edge of having maybe a little too much of being around each other. Waving a ticket in his hand, Harry appeared a couple minutes late.

“Got the canoe,” said Harry excitedly, like a little boy. Jane found him silly yet endearing, both in action and in dress. The guy wasn’t the model type. Tall and skinny with a high narrow face buried under even nerdier glasses than Jim sported. And he was either intense or he was retreating. Jane especially liked his intensity. She wanted to encourage it. But first they needed to put the canoe in the water.

Jim held the canoe so Harry could take the stern and Jane could sit in the middle. However, once Jane was in the boat, Jim sent them off. Jane nearly toppled out, but managed to have her lovely high seat meet the seat in the bow. “You fucker,” she said to the retreating Jim. She didn’t mean to be harsh. She was really just kidding. Harry caught a glimpse of her white panties as her dress fluttered up, and they looked marvelous stretched across her lovely tusch. Harry grabbed a paddle, turning the boat away from the dock and away from Jim. Jane scowled at Jim as they turned. She twisted around in the boat to keep the scowl on longer. She forgot about it when she saw Harry smiling at her. She smiled back. When she grabbed a paddle, Harry held it and placed it back at the bottom of the canoe. His paddle was all that gave the boat any speed and direction.

“Hey you’re good at this,” she said. She sat facing him, watching his lean torso twist as his lean strong shoulder muscles tightened with each stroke.

“My family would go canoeing a lot when I was a kid. We had our own. It was just the three of us which worked good. We’d go camping, do the whole portaging thing.”

“Sounds fun,” she said. She couldn’t believe how easy it was with this guy. At the start she thought it would be uncomfortable.

“Sometimes. Most of the time I guess. Sometimes, you know with camping things can get really unpleasant. The weather is bad or you just get in a funk that pisses off the two in close proximity for a long period of time.”

“Not going to happen,” she smiled. “Too nice a day.”

“Wonderful day,” he said, meaning her.

As they paddled around the winding channels of the lake they talked. Mostly Jane talked. It wasn’t shyness that kept him from speaking. He wanted to hear what she had to say. When he talked, he talked about music. He talked about the quiet splash of the paddle, the people’s passing conversations, the birds, the squirrels chattering as random musical events, the silences between notes. He talked about John Cage and chance composition. Then he talked about how he liked to compose. Not chance but sometimes sounding like it. But with melody. A melody he concocted using the mathematical relationships found in engineering. Maybe her poetry…maybe he could use her poetry…maybe to make a song…

“I’d love to hear your music,” said Jane.

“You want to come over?”

“I’d love to come over.”

“You would?” Harry said. When he swallowed it was as if all tension of wanting but not knowing if she wanted, of finding but not knowing if she wanted to be found was like a giant rock finally dislodged and disappearing down his throat. “I haven’t played any for Jim yet.”

“Fuck Jim,” she said with a laugh.

“But I thought…”

“Just you and me tonight. We’ll swing by my place, drop him off, pick up some poems and head down to your place.”

“Sounds…great!” he said. “But I thought…”

“I’ll admit it. I love the guy. I still love the guy. But he’s my past. You my friend are my future.”

He felt another lump of tension, this time much lower in his body, manifested by his hardening spear. It uncurled and inflated like a crumpled balloon at last making a comeback. She was a golden creature sitting before him in the sun.

She too was excited by the view. When she adjusted herself on the seat, she felt a cool wet breeze play over the dampness of her panties where they covered her juicy cunny.

They had circled the lake and were heading back to the dock, spotting and waving at Jim and Connie, Jane’s roommate waving to them from in front of the boat rental place. Jim and Connie, standing a distance away from each other came together when they approached the docking canoe.

Seeing the large brown paper bag Jim was holding made Jane aware how hungry she was. She and Harry dampened their shoes as they struggled out of the canoe and on to shore.

“Hi,” said Jane to her two friends, and they nodded to her. Jim had rarely seen her so happy. “Hurry up. I spotted the perfect spot,” Jane said and ran off. She slowed when she got too far away, glad to see Harry the first to catch up despite holding the blanket freshly purchased for the occasion. Once Jim and Connie were a few feet behind them, Jane continued a brisk walk towards her destination, Harry beside her.

On the edge of one of the lake’s channels, Jane stopped. “Down here,” she said, and Harry draped the blanket over the earth near the base of an old oak tree and a yard and a half from the quiet ripples of the lake against its edges. There they partook of the fried chicken and potato salad while continuing their conversation.

“I’m heading over to Harry’s to listen to his music after the picnic. Why don’t you spend some time with Connie?” said Jane to Jim, and to Connie, “if that’s okay?” That was it for being with anyone but Harry.

She liked Harry. Though not a handsome man he had a good heart and soul which shone through his eyes. She removed his nerdy glasses to see that soul better. Like the creeping speed of the minute hand, she slowly closed in on him. Maybe she was a little cruel, but she loved his reactions to each advance she made. Each advance made him twitch. First contact of knees touching. The first contact of her hand on him, on his thigh. When she took his hand in hers. It took him a few seconds to recover. His head would duck down and away from her. He would shake a little. It was crazy, but it fascinated her. It was amusing. Then he would recover and put on a brave albeit more and more horny face.

They were excited being together. Jane’s hardening nipples could be seen easily through her tank top. His spear was enlarging down his pant leg. They both wanted to act on the potential of what they saw. He wanted to kiss those nipples, suck them into his mouth. He wanted to feel what they felt like. She wanted to free his spear and push it against her pussy and rub it there.

A muscle in her neck tensed up, stopping her progression towards him, but inadvertently increasing it times sixty.

“Let me get that,” he said and stood up to walk behind her. He knelt and began to massage her shoulders. She reached back to touch his knees naked below his bermuda shorts. She encircled his knees with her hands, coaxing him to sit his butt down and slide his legs along her hips and thighs. This proved a difficult position for massage. He looked around for a makeshift pillow and found the bags for their food which he crumpled and stuffed under his ass. He leaned a little forward and continued the massage. After her shoulders and neck, he worked down her arms. When his hands passed over hers, the fingers intertwined and his nose was buried in her neck, smelling her scent, her hair, her skin, the sweet sharp odor of the water, and the sweet intoxicating odor of her excitement. She turned her head, leaned back, and they kissed.

Harry always imagined his first romantic kiss would be a simple moment. He would bend down standing to meet the girl’s lips. This was an altogether more complicated angle. He loved it. He loved that his lips moved from the side of her mouth, capturing her lower lip from its thin beginning to the plump, voluptuous middle. He loved the way she did the same to his upper lip. The kiss was soft at first, a light touching, then a gentle nibbling. Suddenly it was full on. Lips pressing hard to the teeth. Mouth opening just enough to let Jane’s tongue sweep around inside and lead his tongue inside her mouth. She brought his hands to her naked midriff, where he continued the massage. She left him there to do as he liked. His hands circled her tummy, moving her softness, applying gentle pressure to the firm muscles beneath. The circle widened, touching the lowest point of roundness of her soft breasts and the highest point of her pubic hair. The kiss continued, the tongues darting and playing, Jane’s mouth capturing and sucking on Harry’s tongue.