Seeing William (2)

Heads turned as the vision of loveliness stepped out of the black sports Mercedes.  It was hard to tell what captured their attention first.  The delicate ankle and the pink high heel?

The elegant leg accentuated by the lengthy stiletto?

The stylish walk?

The shimmering pink PVC of the dress?

Or simply the radiant beauty wearing all those objects.  A beauty that seemed so familar but one which none of the classmates seemed quite able to place.

The girls couldn't work out who it was.  She must have been in their year but why couldn't they remember her name.  Which of the cliques or gangs had she been in?  Was she one one of Susan's or one of Emily's?   Why couldn't they remember her?  The boys would have been all over her.

The boys were equally baffled.   Jaws had dropped.   Who was she?  Who had she gone out with?  Surely with looks like that she should have been the Prom Queen but that had been Susan.  How had they missed her?  Had she been off sick during most of their year?  They'd have to ask Andy.  He knew all the girls.   He never seemed to get many dates but the girls all liked him and he was able to chat with them all.  He'd know.  Now where was Andy?  He was down on the list as attending

Most of the guys partners were getting irritated but could understand their distraction.  Who was the pretty thing?  

Seeing William (1)

At first Andy had resented Aunt Jane's offer to help him get ready for the class reunion.   He wanted to do it is way.   There would be so many old friends there.   People he'd want to chat to.  One or two former girlfriends where things might still be a bit awkward but he was sure that they'd all have moved on in the last few years.   And there was still Emily whom he'd always wanted to go out with but never quite managed to pluck up the courage to ask.

Emily was a tall brunette - taller than Andy and that was without heels.  Andy thought she was so pretty but she'd always been surrounded by crowds of other girls.   Even the jocks from the football team didn't seem to get close to her.   Andy disliked the language in the changing  room about her.   He thought it disrespectful.  At times he tried to protest but most of the guys on the team just dismissed his push back as politically correct claptrap.   Some even called him a sissy saying it was because he didn't have the courage.  Courage for what, Andy sometimes wondered.   The only one who didn't give him a hard time was William.   Ah, William.

William was quiet.  William was nice.  In his own way, Andy thought William rather handsome.  The girls thought so too.  William was one of Andy's best friends but he was involved in so many different activities they never got time together when there could be just the two of them.  They were always with other lads or girls.   And William was one of the few boys that had been out with Emily.   That had made things a bit difficult too.

It took Aunt Jane a while to convince Andy about his outfit.   He'd told her that he was shorter than Emily.  Aunt Jane knew just the thing. 

He said that Emily liked pink.  Aunt Jane knew just the thing.   He said that Emily occasionally wore leathers or shiny clothes.  (Andy thought that might have been where some of his liking for latex had come from but the reality was that it had started much earlier.)  Aunt Jane knew just the thing.   He said that William was going to be there.  Aunt Jane knew just the thing.   He told her that guys on the team had called him a sissy.   Aunt Jane knew just the thing. 

And lastly Andy said that whatever Aunt Jane might want him to wear, he was not going to wear latex for the reunion.   Aunt Jane knew just the thing.

When Jane's car pulled up at the reunion, Andy was ready.  Heads turned as he got out.

But would William and Emily be ready?

to be continued