I opened my mouth to protest but I knew it wouldn’t do any good. She had such a forceful, confident personality and I didn’t. I wouldn’t stand a chance.
We started walking and it only took a couple of minutes to reach the end of the park. Terry walked ahead of me to the park’s end , peered around , then waved for me to join her. “Where to now?” she asked.
Across the street from the park on the left was a bowling alley and next to it on the right was a slab of concrete that doubled as a basketball court and tennis court. “Right through there,” I said, pointing at the court.
“Okay, I’ll go check it out,” she said, but before she moved she eyed the playground equipment to our right. “Oh, look at that. I’ve just got to get some pictures of you on the monkey bars!”
“No, Terry! Really! I’m going to get caught.”
“It’ll only take a minute and there’s no one around.”
One minute turned out to be five minutes and by the time she was done I had my picture taken on the monkey bars, the swings, the slide, and the teeter-totter. Far from helping me, Terry was making it much more likely that I’d be caught! When she was finally finished taking pictures she jogged across the street to the basketball court, looked around, and then waved for me to follow. I scampered across the street under the bright illumination of a street lamp.
Behind the basketball court was the town’s little league diamond. It was dark enough here that Terry apparently didn’t feel the need to “walk point” anymore, so we walked together to a short cut I knew of just past the centerfield fence. When we reached the fence I was able to bend a broken section of it enough for us to squeeze through. On the other side was a path that ran alongside the creek – the same creek that flowed past the renovation house and through the park. On the other side of the creek was the mainroad that ran through the middle of town.
The path was protected from view on either side by trees but as we walked along I could occasionally see through the trees to the opposite side of the main road. As we passed by a gas station and the town’s largest grocery store it struck me just how deep into town I was getting now. My high was starting to wear off and I felt the first twinges of panic setting in.
“Maybe we should turn back,” I said.
“Why? How much farther is it?”
“It’s just up in the next block.”
“We’re almost there then. Why turn back now?”
“Well, we’re going to have to cross the main road to get there, and there are houses across the street from it. And, I don’t know…I’m just getting so damn far from my place now.”
“I know!” she said. “Isn’t this incredible? My nipples are almost as hard as yours. I guess I’m living vicariously through you. Here, feel for yourself.” She took hold of my left hand and held it to her right breast asking me to feel her erect nipple. Then she took me by the hand and began pulling me along the path like a little girl following her mom.
Minutes later we found ourselves directly across the street from the faculty parking lot, and just beyond that there was the high school which I had visited during the day time. Terry removed her shoes and we waded across the creek to get into position to make a dash for it. As we hid behind some bushes and Terry put her shoes back on I could tell that even she was getting nervous now. And she was still dressed! My heart felt like it was beating about a hundred miles an hour!
“This’ll be easy,” she said encouraging me. “It’s summer vacation so there won’t be anyone around, right? No janitors or security guards or anything?”
“ I don’t know,” I said.
“I don’t see anyone nearby,” Terry said as she looked both directions. “No cars coming. Let’s go for it!” She dragged me out of our hiding spot and we began running hand-in-hand across the wide road and through the faculty parking lot until we reached the school. I touched the side of the school and we both collapsed in a heap of breathless laughter. I did it! We did it!
We sat there for a couple of minutes by the side of the school collecting ourselves when Terry had another idea. “Hey let’s walk around to the front door of the school. I want to get your picture there.”
