It was the last Thursday in October when we boarded the bus to Portsmouth, Virginia. It wasn't a school bus, but a coach bus with reclining seats and storage under the passenger compartment for instruments and luggage. Two years earlier, I had traveled to my first VSSO in Roanoke, VA in much the same way. The VSSO my junior year was local.
Of the three public high schools, we were the furthest north in the county (our was still the smallest of the three) and we proceeded north to south in picking up students from the other high schools to head down to VSSO. It was going to be the last year that the orchestra would be composed of string players from the entire state. The state would be divided in subsequent years to allow broader participation across the state. We were going to be staying in the homes of the hosting high school orchestra members. Since we were the first ones on the bus, we pretty much occupied the rear seats. The other high school's members spread out in the remaining seats. Finally, we were on the road towards our destination. In the seats in front of me were two members from the last high school ( a boy and girl) on our stops. They were juniors in that high school and the girl had stunning blue eyes and long, light brown hair. She was a violin player (like me) and we had fascinating conversation about all manners of topics all the way down to the hosting high school. We just gravitated towards each other and we ended up spending much of our free, non-rehearsal time together over the weekend.
For my other high school orchestral members, this was the first time they had ever seen me so taken by anyone. And as weekends went, there is so much that is now just a blur that gets lost in the flood of memories. But we were well on our way to “being a couple.” When we returned home Sunday night, it was sad to see her get off the bus when we reached her high school, but I had her number and I promised to call. By the time I got home about an hour later, I was left wondering if I had dreamed all of the weekend or whether it was real. No, it was real.
I didn't really know if any of this was going to work out. We were in different high schools at different ends of the county. But I did call and we had wonderful conversations on the phone.
I had been recruited by some of my friends, including Kady to work on the decorations committee for the December (Christmas) school dance. Although my attitude had a real upswing from that weekend in Portsmouth, I hadn't really said much about the girl I had met. And although I was on the Decorations Committee for the dance, I hadn't really planned to go to the dance. Eventually, one evening as we were all working in the hallway in front of the school auditorium to begin the construction of the decorations, the topic of going to the dance came up and that's when I revealed that I was planning on having this new girl I had met come to the dance with me. It would be our first date together. She and I had many more through the spring of the next year, the summer after my graduation and throughout my first year at the university. There were occasional ups and downs in this dating relationship but we found ways to make it work, even if not smoothly. Over the ensuing months, she met my friends and I met hers and we went to functions and parties associated with both high schools.
Although I had never given Kady any hint that we might become a couple, I later found out that she was hurt to be “displaced” by someone from another high school. But we remained friendly and friends throughout the remainder of the school year through graduation. The next time I saw Kady after graduation was during Christmas break at a party held by one of my high school friends. It was a dressy party, not something truly formal but something that wasn't a casual dress party. I brought my (still) girlfriend to the party since she and I were still officially dating each other exclusively and she knew most of these people at the party. Since all of my friends had gone on to some sort of college or university, we were all eager to see each other and hear about their experiences. Well, at least most of us were. A few of us, like me, were dating someone just a year younger than we were and so those people who were still in high school could listen to our expounding on our experiences in a completely new environment. If there was any awkwardness between Kady and my girlfriend, neither showed it.
Kady looked good. She had lost some weight and she was dressed in a black sequined long dress. Kady's nursing school was going well, though difficult. She was one of three friends going to nursing school in my group of friends. But since she was attending nursing school at a working hospital (and she had worked at a nursing home for two years before that), she was the only one who had some real life experiences, some which were downright hilarious. No enema stories to share with the group, but some pretty crazy stuff she saw in the ER.
The most uncomfortable part of the party was with another couple in our group. These two were really close friends when I was in high school and like my girlfriend and I, they had decided to try to keep their relationship going. That lasted all the way until Labor Day weekend when, at her school, she had met someone, gone out with him on a date, had a wild sexual weekend with him and got pregnant. She arrived at the party with a diamond engagement ring and just beginning to show her baby bulge. I knew about it right away as I was one of the people she contacted to let me know right after she had discovered she was pregnant. And of course, she told her now former boyfriend and that ended the romantic part of that relationship. But both were quite civil about it among friends, which was a relief.
As winter turned to spring, I would come home every two or three weeks. Things were going well for me at school. I didn't mind my friends in the dorm going out on dates as I had a girlfriend back home to go see fairly frequently. But I could also sense the tension as I was growing from my campus experience and she was growing from her senior year high school experiences. There was more to it than that. I had spent the Easter weekend at home and time with her. Two weeks later she came down to see me and spend a weekend with me in mid April. We had a pleasant enough weekend together but I knew something was wrong both at Easter and when she came down to the campus. I took my final exams in early May, packed up all my stuff, and came home for the summer. When I got home, I pretty much left all my stuff boxed and stored in my closet except my clothes, my stereo and my television.
Like I said, there was something amiss. No arguments between my girlfriend and I just something out of whack. We decided that we'd take a break from each other for awhile. We didn't see each other again until mid-June when we were both invited to a social setting at the church we had both been attending. And it wasn't until July that we went out on a date again when she unexpectedly called me up and invited me to a party on the 4th of July. But we saw each other only a couple of times during the summer and it was no longer an exclusive relationship. Maybe sometime in the future? But it was enough to enjoy each other's company every once in a while.
What was interesting was that my experience with my girlfriend wasn't uncommon for my friends, either. Many friends who had high school sweethearts and had attempted to carry on the relationship through the first year in a separated campus environment found the relationships breaking up. I wasn't the only one who had the same sort of experience. Sometimes it was a complete break, other times just a smoldering friendship. But most of the core group of my friends from high school were all “unattached," a very real difference from the Christmas break. All except my pregnant friend. She had gotten married and she gave birth to a daughter just before Memorial Day weekend.
Kady contacted me shortly after I returned home for the summer. After a little chit chat, she finally got to what she was thinking and going to ask me about. She was going to invite some of the "gang" over to her house on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend and wanted to know if I was going to be around during the weekend and whether I was interested in coming over. I told her that I had no plans for the weekend. Then came the next question about my girlfriend and an invitation for her. That's when I told Kady that we were taking a break from each other and that I'd be coming alone.
That (accidentally) setup the most erotic enema sessions I've ever experienced. Throughout all of this time, I kept my enemas to myself. That was about to change.