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The Adventures of Stevie #63
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story, in year 2 of summer camp.
Special note. In story #1, which Winston wrote about some things in
year 2 of summer camp, he didn't write all he could have, and wrote
some things differently, so he wouldn't get in trouble. Stevie writes
honestly.
The Adventures of Stevie #63 "Tango"
Dear Carlos,
Debbie is here! She still likes me, too! We had our first social. It
was a dance. That's why it didn't rain. Or is it the other way around?
Debbie is more pretty than last year. Taller too. I get to dance with
my nose between 2 little pillows. Not really, but she does have breasts
now. They are not as big as they will be, but I think they are fine
now. I hope I will be exploring them when the opportunity happens.
I asked Debbie to dance. You knew I would! We did. She is a much
better than last year, and so am I. I asked her if she could Tango. She
said her mother is a dance teacher, and insisted she learn it. I
thought that was great. We decided to ask for the music. At the first
break, I went over to Chad and told him about it. He agreed to find a
girl who could Tango, so he could dance with us. I hoped we could put
on a good show.
Mrs. Insane was playing the records. I asked if she had any Tangos.
She did, but up at the house. I told her what we would like to do. She
told Mr. Insane, who ran up to their house to get the records. It took
a while. He doesn't run very fast. He came back with some records. They
announced through the PA asking for people who could dance the Tango.
Two other girls could. Chad could choose a partner. Mr. Insane said
there would be a Tango demonstration. The basketball blacktop cleared.
Debbie and I went on it, and the music started.
Debbie was great! She followed my lead perfectly. I spun her. I
tossed over my hip. We did it all. We were as dramatic as we could be,
stepping all over the blacktop like we owned it. At the end of the
record, I dipped her, and kissed her on her upturned mouth. Mr. Insane
cleared his throat over the PA and said "When you come up for air, let
the other couple have the floor." People laughed. We came apart,
embarrassed. But not that much. There was a lot of applause. We bowed.
Chad and Wanda danced then. Wanda was very good. Chad wasn't as good
with the dance part, but made the campers go wow when he put some of
his gymnastics in it, which I was hoping he would. He is great at that.
They kissed at the end too. Wanda made it happen, but Chad, after a
little surprise, looked like he enjoyed it. Everybody loved their
performance. I was proud of him, and happy for him. Everybody clapped
really hard.
Then we danced to a Waltz. Debbie and me, and Chad and another girl,
in a demonstration. We circled all over the blacktop. Some of the other
couples who could waltz, joined us. After that, everybody danced, or
just stood around, like usual. Chad was very popular with the girls. He
didn't mind it. In fact, he was really enjoying himself, which I liked
a lot.
I have to tell you about how the dancing really was. When I was
dancing the Tango with Debbie, it was like we were almost having sex in
front of everybody, and getting away with it. My monster knew it! So
did Debbie. She was a little pink in the face from the exercise, and
from the same feelings I had about it. When we danced the Waltz, it was
like we were floating across the blacktop on a cloud of our own, in the
heaven of our dreams, as close as two people can get in public, and I
don't mean just close in body. It was like we were one person, loving
ourself. If you didn't discover this about dancing yet, I hope you do
soon, with a girl you love. Or with a boy, if you go that way.
Mr. and Mrs. Insane thanked us for the demonstrations, at the end of
the social. There were more cheers and clapping. Then we said goodbye
to our dance partners. I kissed Debbie, and Wanda kissed Chad, who
looked a little confused by that. I thought it was funny, and couldn't
help smiling. Debbie saw it too, and smiled with me. We all went to our
cabins. You know what happened after that, with the thanks they all
gave me for the arrangements and inspection results.
The next day in free time in the cabin after lunch, I talked with
Chad. I asked him how he liked the dancing we did the night before. He
said "It wasn't what I expected. It was fun in a way I don't know how
to explain. Was it like that for you the first time you danced with a
girl?" I said "I think so. We are different people with different
dancing skills, and we danced with different girls, but I think what we
felt might be something alike." He leaned against me and said, "It was
dreamy, and exciting, at the same time." I said "Right!"
We talked some more about it, and didn't notice we had a very
interested audience, until I happened to look up. There they all were,
looking at us. It was creepy. Tom said "Can you teach us how to dance?"
I said "Sorry, no. I have been taking dancing lessons for two years,
and Chad for one, and he knows gymnastics, and we both study fighting
arts. All that helps us in dancing. We can't teach all that to anybody
in the few weeks we have together here. And we don't have music." They
looked disappointed. I said "There is one more thing. If you did
practice dancing here, with music, the rest of the camp will know, and
we wouldn't be private here anymore." They nodded at that. Good. "There
is another problem I just thought of. Dancing is very sexual. Do you
think you can do it HERE, and not stop just after you start, and try to
make each other squirt? I don't think so!" We all laughed at that.
Chad and I talked some more, about us. Chad said "I like Wanda. You
won't be upset if I spend time with her?" I was waiting for something
like that. I said "No, I won't be upset. I will like it very much. I
love for you to do what makes you happy. You know I care for Debbie.
That doesn't and can't change how I feel about you. You know I will
always love you no matter what, no matter who else I love. I do and
will love other people, just like you and everybody else will, but you
will always be special to me forever." I kissed him. He whispered
between our lips, "I was just going to say what you did." I whispered
back, "When geniuses talk to each other, only one needs to speak?" He
said "Something like that." We smiled, and hugged. We stayed like that,
the rest of the free time, just holding and being with each other, not
saying anything more with our voices, but speaking to each other with
our love. The other boys had been listening to us. They were hugging
each other. Some of them had wet cheeks. We didn't teach them dance,
but maybe we did help them learn something about love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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