I love Corey Chapter 3

Chapter 3 (Part 2 or getting to know each other)

Back at my house I finished up with the everyday tasks that take up time in a mindless sort of way. All the while my mind was churning and trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I knew that I had to have him around me but how could I accomplish that with out raising suspicion and getting us both in trouble. Around and around I went, the proverbial vicious circle. Every idea that came to mind drew attention to us and we couldn’t afford that. Finally about one I crawled into bed but couldn’t get to sleep. My mind wouldn’t relax. After about a half hour I got up and went to my desk and started to write the problem down. One of my teachers had told me to break big problems down into little parts and try to solve the parts. The fact that he was talking about math at the time didn’t matter. I have always found it a good way to work things out. Still no answer. After an hour or so I was so wound up and frustrated that I decided to take a jog. So I put on my running shorts and shoes and started out. I didn’t think that would solve the problem but maybe I would get tired enough to go to sleep. It was a beautiful moonlit night and as I ran the answer finally came to me. Coaching had really paid off. The best defense is a good offense. That and a little misdirection might just solve the problem. I went home, took a shower and went to bed.

The next morning I felt great. As I fixed breakfast I wondered if it would work. I couldn’t see any holes but there might be some so I kept thinking about it. As I was about to sit down and eat I saw Corey come out of the woods that separate the road he lives on from mine. While I had walked him home I had told him if got up early enough to come over for breakfast. As he continued toward my house I got up and started fixing more. When he walked in I pointed at the table and told him to have at it. “Not much” I said, “Just oatmeal, orange juice and toast and cocoa.” “Where’s yours?” he asked. “Didn’t know if you’d make it so I’m fixing mine now.” “I’ll wait for you” he said. I’d made enough oatmeal for both of us so I speared a piece of toast, poured another glass of juice and sat down and we started in eating. When the next batch of toast was done I got up and buttered it. “It tastes a lot better with butter on it” he said. I tore mine in half and dipped it in the cocoa (something I have liked since I was a little kid). He looked puzzled and I told him to try it that way. He did and grinned at me. “That is good” was his only comment.

After breakfast we talked a little and I told him it would be better if he rode the bus to school like usual as I had to get there a lot earlier than he did. He agreed so I gathered up my stuff and left. At the school where I teach there is a meeting of the teachers and the principal before school starts where we discuss problems and students (sometimes they are the same but we have a nice bunch of kids so not as often as some other schools). Here we go I thought as I started in. “It’s come to my attention that one of our students mother is a little short on funds and I think we ought to give him a free lunch ticket” I started out. Principal Mathers smiled at me and asked if it was another crusade. I kind of hung my head and said “Well, you know me. I can’t leave well enough alone.” Most of them chuckled at that. This wasn’t the first time I had done something like this. I am who I am. I’m one of those people who just want to help. I’m always finding some kid who needs tutoring, help with home problems or some other thing. After three years they are used to me. I went on to explain what little I knew about Corey’s situation. Several others had a few comments about him and it was decided to give him the ticket and check it out further. I then told them about the lack of a bus ride home after practice. They pointed out there was no money for the bus so I said as it was only a block or so out of my way I would haul him home. They told me to get his mothers ok and I said I would this weekend. Then I asked them about dinner for him. That presented problems as the school is not in the business of feeding the body for the most part, only the mind. I was skating on thin ice here but I had to try. Lots of discussion followed but in the end one of my colleagues saved the day. Her comment was “Well you found the problem, you solve it. You can turn them into the children’s service department or whatever.” I paused as if considering that. “I hate to do that as he seems to love his mother and if I do that might create problems for them.” Another colleague suggested that I feed him. Eureka. I had done it. Now if I didn’t give anything away. I paused as if considering it. “Well,,,,,,,he isn’t that big, he can’t eat that much. Maybe I’ll try that for a while and see if we can’t find something better.” That about cracked up several of them who had teenagers in their homes. Mrs. Williams wondered if I would make her a crusade as I was a better cook then she was. More laughter from the group. After agreeing to talk to his mother and see how she felt about all this we got on to the rest of the usual morning business which wasn’t much and after a few announcements went out to face the masses. I was on cloud nine. By putting it in the open nobody would suspect a thing I hoped.

I thought the day would drag but it didn’t. Things went on as usual. There was one brighter than normal spot. I had cafeteria duty that week and as I sat there punching tickets I saw Corey at the end of the line. When everyone else was in he came up and handed me his ticket. As I punched it he said “Thank you. I know you arranged this for me and I get so hungry by the end of the day.”

Don’t ask me about practice. I have no idea what went on. I assume we did the usual things but I really don’t know. It’s a good thing Corey kept his mind on business. All I could think about was I had a chance to pull this whole charade off. When practice was over and the laundry in the dryer we jumped in the pickup and headed off. I told Corey we had to stop and buy groceries but really it was more of my defensive plan. The store where I normally shop belongs to a member of the school board. He and his wife run an upscale market with excellent meat and produce and as it was well know I had some money, no one thought any thing odd about my shopping there. While I doubted that I would see Mr. Downie I figured I’d see his wife and knowing how things worked around school by now I was sure she would have heard about my latest “crusade”. I told him what I was trying to do on the way so he was ready to help. Sure enough, Mrs. Downie was out in the store waiting to waylay me. After chatting a little I introduced Corey. We chatted a little more and I got on with shopping. The Cornish game hens looked good so I grabbed a couple of them and some other stuff and we headed home. 

As I headed for the kitchen to fix dinner Corey followed me in and seemed to want to talk. As I was fixing the stuffing for the game hens he suddenly said “Yesterday was the best day of my life. When you sucked me I had never felt any thing so good. It was so much better then jerking off.” I glanced up at him and said “Wait till tonight. I’m going to show you how good it really can be.” “How can it be better?” he asked. My reply “Yesterday was raw sex. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” He asked what I meant and as I stood there chopping onions, celery, etc. for the stuffing I tried to explain the difference between love and sex. Now sex for the sake of sex is fine once in a while but I much prefer love. Just a romantic at heart I guess. It shows in my choice of music and art, my sunny outlook on the goodness of the human race and a lot of other things. How do you explain that to a thirteen year old? He was such a complex mix of worldliness and little boy. I didn’t know him well enough yet to really know where to begin. “Corey” I said. “I don’t know if I can but I’ll try. Loving someone is doing what they would like to do even though you would rather do something else. 

When it’s over, what ever it was, you find it was better then what you wanted to do because your partner is happy and you find that is all that it takes to make you happy. It’s a poor explanation but it’s the best I can do.” I paused, “It’s caring and sharing experiences and wanting the best for the other one. Maybe tonight I can show you a glimpse of it.” Those vivid blue eyes looked up at me a soft smile lit up his face. “You make it sound so good. I sure hope so.” We continued to chat and suddenly he asked “Where did you learn to make love?” Memories came flooding back and I started to blush. As he was looking at me he immediately started to apologize. “Don’t apologize” I said. “It’s a funny story.”