Henry's Summer of Note

Written by Uncle Pan

Henry Boxman was fourteen years old, and he was obsessed with girls. Strangely enough, girls his own age didn't interest him so much as they made him nervous. They were growing into strange new types of beings sporting narrow waists and enlarged hips and chest swellings which kept attracting his attention by poking through their teeshirts. However girls his own age seemed to be more interested in boys older than he, and a few of them seemed to be interested in grown men. It wasn't that the girls weren't pretty, they most certainly were, and one or two of the girls of his acquaintance were downright beautiful. It was just that those girls who were his peers seemed somehow to be unobtainable, unapproachable, untouchable, in point of fact there seemed to be a whole raft of uns connected with girls his own age, they were fodder only for Henry's dreams and fantasies.

And yet his interest in the female of the species was intense, maybe more so since Henry was not able to find a satisfactory relationship with a girl in his own age group. In lieu of an active relationship he loved to passively watch girls from a distance as they played in the park, swinging on swings (especially girls wearing dresses since swinging in the wind would bare their legs and thighs), and climbing on monkey bars, etc. He found he even enjoyed watching young girls of six and under as they played in a sand box, again especially those girls who were wearing dresses and giving occasional glimpses of their underwear. Henry was basically a rather shy boy, some might even call him backward. And so he didn't try to cultivate any friendships with of these girls he watched, he simply observed them in silence.

Henry muddled along his early teens, doing fairly well in school without really trying very hard, and playing after school type fantasy games with several neighborhood boys of like mind. Henry didn't play organized sports, primarily because he felt he was not good at them, and didn't want to waste his time doing things he was not good at. Thanks to the school taking up much of his day he got along fine fall, winter, and spring. It was summers, with no school to fill up his day and no social life to speak of, that caused his days to drag. That is until the third day of his summer vacation in his fourteenth year, a day which will live in his memory for many a long year.

Henry was bored. The summer days were long and hot, and his buds who he played fantasy games with during the school year happened to all be out of town. Robbie Blake was away at summer camp, while Benny Farmer was visiting an uncle down in the Rio Grande valley for the summer. So being completely bored, Henry sauntered on down to the park where he soon found himself scoping out several girls on swings. The youngest girl was about four, and was seated in one of those swings especially made for the young ones, which have a seat that the child cannot fall out of. However, the four year old wasn't really of interest to Henry. He preferred watching three older girls whose ages seemed to range from seven to ten. Two of the girls were wearing shorts, but the older of the girls was wearing a light, summery dress which would blow back as she would sail on the upswing, exposing acres of legs and thighs, and even occasionally showing a swatch of white where the girl's legs joined her body. Henry took a seat on a nearby park bench and watched the girls in fascination.

Henry wasn't exactly sure why he was enjoying the sight so much, he just knew that he was, and every time he would move his eyes consciously to one of the other girls they would inevitably snap back to the girl in the dress. Finally he closed his eyes and used his imagination to try and figure how the girl would look under her dress. He wasn't too sure what girls looked like down there. He remembered a girl cousin one time who had still been in diapers, and whose mother had changed her in front of him. He had looked, but furtively, so he would not be seen obviously ogling the child. But he had been fascinated, and thinking back he remembered the child having had a pair of fat, puffy lips down there where he and his friends had their peters, and he tried to imagine a similar pair of lips on the girl in the swing. He was deep into a day dream when a voice seemed to cut through the fog that was in his mind. "Hi. My name's Carol. Carol Bennett. What's your name?"

Henry jumped noticeably, as he opened up his eyes and took in the sight of the girl whose voice had awakened him from his day dream. It was, of course, the older girl who had been on the swing. The one in a dress. Henry coughed and sputtered, "Uh, hi, I'm Henry. Henry Peterson."

"Would it be alright if I sat down?" the girl went on.

Henry stumbled all over himself, "please do, be my guest. Sit down right here?"

She smiled and sat next to him. "What were you thinking about just now, Henry?"

Henry gulped and swallowed, "uh, nothing much."

"Henry, how come you like to watch girls while they swing on the swings?"

Henry's blush started at his forehead and slowly spread to his cheeks, his chin, and even his neck. "Well, uh, I don't know. Never gave it much thought. I guess I like to look at girls when they're on the swing because . . ."

"Because the wind is blowing our hair back . . ." offered Carol.

Henry nodded, and answered, "Uh huh."

"And that same wind is blowing our dresses up . . ." she added.

Henry's blush grew even deeper and his breath caught in his throat.

" . . . and I'll bet you like looking at our legs . . ." she went on.

Henry started to say something, but thought better of it and kept his silence.

" . . . and maybe if you get lucky you'll get a glimpse of our underwear. Am I right?"

Henry gulped, and said, "I . . . I don't know what to say."

"Did it ever occur to you that you could just come right out and ask a girl? If she would let you look at her underwear, I mean? Or maybe best of all, if she would let you look at what she's hiding under her underwear?" ......(cont)

.......Read the entire Henry's Summer of Note ....written by Uncle Pan.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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