AUGUST... The backside of Summer (Part 26c)

After the race and back at the club I found out that the twins had managed to do well and so had Buddy and Carol. I felt good for them but was now really upset in that, to beat Billy for the trophy, I had to beat him in the last race the next day. I wasn’t much interested in visiting with anyone and just remember leaving as soon as I could. My mood hadn’t changed by the time I got home. Even though the racecar I’d bought from my friend Cliffy wasn’t ready to race I’d originally intended to go to the races anyway. Elle, without my car racing, had no interest in going and had made other plans. So, basically, I stayed home wallowing in self pity.

When I woke up Sunday morning I found the absolutely worst scenario for me as far as sailing was concerned. No wind! I remember saying a prayer that it would come up. One of the things that most racers would do on the ferry trip to the island was to get the ferry hands to give them the time for the tide changes. I’m not going to try and explain the importance of this information in detail but serious racers needed to know. The water we sailed in had definite patterns of water flow that affected our performance. When the tide was coming in it pushed the boat one way and when it was going out it would push it the other way. Basically, you didn’t want to be in the area where the water was flowing the fastest. Having said all that, with little wind to work with, tides would be a major factor in the race. I was all bent out of shape because we were probably one of the heaviest competitors. I think Billy might have been the next heaviest. Once the race started it was obvious that the lighter teams had an advantage. The twins ended up rounding the first mark leading. I don’t remember where we were but we were ahead of Billy. Using all the local knowledge I had gleaned in past years I managed to work my way up to fourth or fifth as we headed for the finish line with Billy right behind me. I’m not sure if the twins were still first but they were ahead of us. The way the course was set up we had to go from the mainland side towards the island and had to cross right through the swiftest tidal waters. However, almost everybody knew when the tide was to change direction and it was just about at that time. Tide changes from in to out don’t happen like turning a light switch on or off. As the time for the change approaches, the flow lessens, almost like a dimmer on that light switch. As we all started across, the leaders decided to try and avoid the tidal area. Knowing that it wasn’t really all that bad I headed straight for the finish line with Billy following me. When the gun went off signifying that I’d won the race it also meant that I’d won the trophy for the third year in a row. I was ecstatic.

I think the twins held on to finish third. With the boats back on dry land they came over to congratulate me. The first thing I noticed was that the first one to arrive (I think it was Penny) had a wet spot in the crotch of her red shorts. We never had enough wind to make a wave so, in my mind, it probably was pee. With little wind it had taken almost three hours to complete the race. I remember watching her approach and feeling a bulge start. She wanted to give me a hug and a kiss and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I had the start of a hard-on. I remember bending down and over just to avoid our mid sections touching. Any doubt as to the origination of the wet spot was put to rest when the other twin arrived a few seconds later. It was something like “Have you no shame?” as she brushed past her to give me a kiss and a hug.

Elle had come with me like she had the previous year but she didn’t make the same mistake of going out on a spectator boat. Instead, she had walked down by the ferry slip to watch the race from there. Upon her return to the clubhouse she went in to change her “package” and, as luck would have it, she appeared just as the second twin was giving me my congratulatory hug. I could see the disapproving look on her face as she got to us. When I went to give her a kiss she just backed away. Not what I wanted! I tried to explain but she walked away.

David and I got the boat ready to trail home and about the time we were through it was time to hand out the trophies. Elle was with us as we waited. I remember feeling someone touch me on the shoulder and turned to see one of the twins and a man and woman behind her. It turned out they were the parents and they wanted to meet me. The father shook my hand and thanked me profusely for helping the girls. I was truly embarrassed. Then I remember the mother thanking me for encouraging the girls about their racing. Even today I can’t remember having said anything that could have been construed as encouragement but what could I say or do. I do remember introducing Elle and David to them and explaining that it was David who’s part had allowed the girls to continue racing that weekend. That fact notwithstanding, they continued to thank me. I remember being thankful when the horn blew to signify the start of the ceremonies.

When the program was over and we were getting ready to leave, the twins father came up to me and gave me (and Elle and David) a personal invitation to come to a party at their house at the end of August. He got my address and said that I’d get a formal invitation in a week or so. Elle still didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. David had made an attempt to explain to her what had happened to the twin’s boat and that “all the fuss” had to do with that. Even with that I remember it being a quiet (and long) wait to get on the ferry. It was during this time that I started to think about how long it’d been since Elle had used the ladies room. Because of my poor attitude that morning I really hadn’t any idea what Elle had chosen to wear as her “package” that day. There still weren’t any toilets at the ferry slip and as I calculated it, by the time we got on the ferry it was over two hours. I remembered what had happened on the ferry exactly one year earlier and that thought started a “bulge“ going. The big difference from that day was David. There was no way I was going to be able to ask her about her status or to try and persuade her to ”just go“ if she were struggling. So I just kept quiet... and kept observing.

Since David lived at the East end of our community he volunteered to walk home so I could just drive into my driveway. If there was any conversation on the trip home I don’t remember any of it. I do remember Elle staying in the car until David started walking away. Just as she started to get out of the car my parents started walking towards us. It wasn’t that Elle didn’t think my parents weren’t aware of her ”problem“ but as a teenager, adults intimidated her whenever there was a chance that they would know she was wet. When she didn’t get out of the car I knew why. I cut my parents off before they got to the car and boat and quickly told them I’d won. I also pleaded with them to go get me something to eat as I hadn’t had much to eat that day (which was true). I promised to tell them all about the race as soon as I had something in my stomach. As soon as they headed back to the house Elle made a B-line for her house. The backside of her shorts were soaked.

After eating I found I was really exhausted. I decided I’d clean the boat up the next day and take it back to the sailing club the next night. I went over to Elle’s and had to tell her father about the whole weekend. I sounded like a broken record. By the time her parents headed off to bed I found myself fighting to stay awake even though there were still some vestiges of daylight. I was ready to go home and to bed but Elle begged me to stay. When she was sure her parents were in bed she then apologized for being so jealous of the twins. There was no way I was going to tell her that my main interst in them was their panties so I just accepted the apology hoping to let the subject drop. Then she apologized for peeing in my car. I’m glad it was dark and that she couldn’t see my face as I’m sure I was smiling. Again, I accepted her apology without comment. I also remember her reaching up to me and kissing me... hard. THAT woke me up! But other than a few more minutes of kissing and hugging that was pretty much it for the night. I really was tired!

To be continued...