Are You A Freckle Fanatic? Part 1
Are You A Freckle Fanatic? Part 1
by Bill Knell
Whether you're a guy or gal, if you see a freckled beauty with pale skin do your eyes suddenly focus on them? Does your heart beat a little faster? Do you wonder why they are with someone else and not you? If so, you (like me) are a Freckle Fanatic… Someone who understands the amazing beauty of those angel kisses.
I'll be the first to admit it's kind of an obsession, but in my mind, a good one. Let me share my freckle stories so you can understand how it began…
I grew up on Long Island, NY, just twenty minutes from NYC. It's been reported that there are more people with Irish ancestry in the New York City area than in all of Ireland. That might explain why three of my closest neighbors were of Irish ancestry.
Jayne, Kathy and Betty were kids my age or slightly younger. They were all my friends and, yes, they had freckles. Contrary to some stereotypes, all were sweet, kind and fun to be around.
Before I go further, let me clarify. You don't have to be Irish to have freckles. Most people don't know that freckles, as well as red and blond hair, where all brought to Ireland by Vikings. They were the first to build castles there to hide all the stuff they stole from other places during their raids.
Before the Vikings, most natives of Ireland had jet black or dark brown hair and pale completions. It's obvious that the Vikings didnt just go raiding or keep to themselves for the estimated thousand years they were in Ireland, and I'm thankful for that.
The Vikings went to lots of places which, apart from sun exposure, might explain why so many people in the world have freckles. Thanks great great great great great grandpa.
My ancestors were Scandinavian (Viking) and Irish, which is kind of ironic. Perhaps that's why I go so crazy for freckles? Or, it might be that seeing my very cute friends in all their freckled spendor influenced me. Especially when they wore swimsuits.
Jayne, for example, had lots of body freckles. Seeing her in a swimsuit was almost a religious experience for me. Neither of us had siblings, to begin with, which made our friendship all the closer. So close that we shared our first kiss when we were just ten years old.
Both of us were shy about sucking face when we first started. We got more comfortable with it during sleepovers and when we were alone in my pool where no one could see us.
All the kids in my suburban neighborhood (including me) had early puberty. Maybe it was the fluoridated water? That made life kinda complicated for us all, but moreso for the girls. Some nine and ten year old girls looked twelve or thirteen
Jayne and I started dating just after our first kiss. It was informal, but fun. We went to movies, went bowling and roller skating. Both sets of our parents were good with our outings because they knew we were friends and had no idea we were more.
I can honestly say that my time with Jayne was the best time of my life. Then, her parents moved to another state when I was twelve. I was devastated. Luckily, my cousin Ingrid came to live with my small family when I was eleven. Her folks died, so mine adopted her. She was two years older than me.
Ingrid and I always got along really well. We easily passed for brother and sister even though she had freckles and I did not. She was beautiful. Her mom allowed her to become a model when she was just a kid and she kept it up.
There was a pizza place just a short block and half away. We had to cross a fairly busy street to get there and everytime we did, there were car accidents. Ingrid was clueless about the situation, but I had it all figured out.
I bought Ingrid a ‘hippie hat'. It flopped over her face when she wore it, but was cute and she liked it. Guys eyed her all the time and the hat helped. I asked sis to wear the hat the next time we went out to get pizza. She did and guess what? No accidents. When I shared my hypothesis with her while we ate our pizza, she laughed and said I was crazy.
As we were about to leave, I challenged her not to wear the hat. Hoping to prove me wrong, she was all in and I carried the hat for her. She wanted me to wear it, but no way! Sure enough, just after we crossed the street, there was an accident. I mean, you can't make this stuff up! It was too crazy.
Our above ground pool was on the side of our house. It was big, so you had to climb up to a wooden deck then use the ladder to get in. Sometimes Ingrid would lay on the deck to get a slight tan. When she did, neighborhood guys would line up at our front gate to get a good look at her.
Truth be told, I had to constantly remind myself that she was a blood relative when I saw my slightly freckled sis in her swimsuit. If she caught me when I stared, she would say “Take a picture, it'll last longer* (and sometimes I did).
From kindergarten on I was constantly surrounded by freckles. At least a quarter or more of most of my classes were filled with freckled lovelies. I enjoyed looking, but didn't make any moves until the fifth grade.
I was assigned a seat at the back of the classroom between two tall, freckled and good looking girls named Linda and Nora. Both had long blond hair. I was in my shy stage at that time. The two girls saw that and began to mess with me.
They both wore dresses and occasionally caught me looking at their cute legs. They would usually make some snid comment like, “Keep dreaming Billy. Your seat is as close as you'll get to us.” Then one time they took it too far.
We had just returned from lunch and I was seated first while the girls stood in a corner talking. They caught me looking at them as they sat down. Linda yelled out, “Miss _____, Billy is looking at my butt again!” I wanted to crawl into a corner and die!
After school, one of my classmates named Buddy asked me why I put up with those ‘annoying girls'? I had no answer. Buddy said, “Hey Billy, don't get mad. Get even!” It was a popular saying at the time, but these were girls. Then, an idea popped into my head. It was based on another popular saying, “Make Love, not war.”
When I was a bit younger my folks bought me a Creepy Crawlers Thing Maker Set.
Wikipedia offers the best description…
“The Thingmaker, also known as Creepy Crawlers, is a Mattel toy that allows users to create their own toys. The original version, released in 1964, included die-cast metal molds of bug-like creatures and a liquid chemical called "Plasti-Goop" that came in various colors. Users would pour the Plasti-Goop into the molds to create toys. Mattel offered a variety of packaging options, including single molds and larger sets with multiple molds.*
You could make little bugs for fishing or fun, snakes and other things. They sold all the extra goop and molds you cared to buy. Then, the Trolls craze came along. They were dolls, stuffies, buttons and even clothes and Halloween costumes. Girls especially liked Trolls.
My sis liked trolls so I bought a special Troll set for my Thingmaker. It made Troll heads and feet that could fit on pencils. Long Troll hair was included which could easily be attached to the heads. Ingrid loved the Troll pencil holders I made for her and took them to school. All of a sudden, all her friends wanted some. When they came over to see sis they wanted to know how I created them. The same thing happened with Ingrid's model friends.
I suddenly found myself regularly surrounded by cute junior high girls and young teen models. They watched in amazement while I made their Trolls. I even allowed them to pick out their own custom colors in case Troll green wasn't their thing.
My rewards were a few sincere handshakes from some, but mostly face kisses from the young goddesses. Ingrid took pictures of me receiving my rewards. It all gave my folks a good laugh, but in a day of young kids smoking, drinking and doing drugs, it must have been nice to watch me having innocent fun. All the girls that Ingrid associated with were against drugs, drinking and smoking. Models pretty much had to be cause it ruins their skin.
As Christmas break approached, I arrived at school with a small box. I saw that Linda and Nora were immediately curious. Always nosey, Nora asked me, “Whatcha got in the box?” I replied, “Heads!” My answer caught them off guard, but they quickly brushed it off. Linda said, “Come-on Billy, what's in there?” I answered, “Seriously, heads and feet and look!”
I opened the box and took out four of the best Troll pencil holders I ever made. Then came the shocker. I said, “These are for you. Two each. Merry Christmas!” My gift was very unexpected and much appreciated. I could see they had a million questions for me, but were hesitant because of the way they treated me in the past. However, they immediately placed their Trolls on their desks for all to see and that spoke volumes.
I took the opportunity to tell them that I would be glad to make them more, in any colors they liked, if they came over during Christmas break. I was kinda shocked when they said they would. Both girls lived within walking distance of my house.
Linda and Nora came over the day after Christmas. They wore beautiful new dresses and were on their best behavior. Both girls were amazed by my Thingmaker set. It was more of a toy for boys, so most girls didn't have one. They were really impressed by my ability to make them custom Trolls.
Ingrid met the girls and they were very impressed by her. As sis left the upstairs room we were in, she winked at me. That was her signal to go ahead with a plan she suggested. She said I should treat them to lunch. While I was making their Trolls I asked them if they would like to join my for lunch? They both said yes. Once the Trolls were done, we headed out to the Pizzaria. The time we spent together that day was surprisingly pleasant. We learned more about each other. But, there was yet another surprise to come.
After lunch the girls and I came back to my house. Sis was in her room. My mom left to meet my dad in the city. They were having dinner and spending the evening with friends. I found out that the girls liked to play pool and we had a pool table.
I put on some music while we played pool, as I did while I made their Trolls. I had a large record collection and it turned out that we all had similar tastes in music. We joked around and had a lot of fun. I came out of my shell. Every time Linda was up in our pool game, I got behind her. She finally asked me why I was doing that? I said, “So I can see up your dress when you bend over to shoot!” They laughed
Sis and i were getting Chicken Delight for dinner (they delivered). I asked the girls if they would like to join us? Nora had to go, but Linda said she could stay. Linda was more outgoing than Nora. She was also very smart. I was too naive to see it at the time, but the girls had hatched a plan before they came over.
Linda and I went back upstairs to the big room where i kept most of my stuff. My bedroom was next to it. Linda picked out some music to play on 45 (single song small record) and asked if I wanted to slow dance. I was stunned, but said OK.
For those of you who don't know what Slow Dancing is, wiki does…
“A slow dance is a type of partner dance in which a couple dance slowly, swaying to the music. This is usually done to very slow-beat songs, namely sentimental ballads.”
She picked the Righteous Brothers. Coincidentally, it was Ingrid's favorite song. As ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ played, we danced. I was cautious, not wanting to get too close to her. But, before I knew it, she pulled me in closer to her until our bodies met and we were dancing cheek to cheek.
Linda was obviously more emotionally mature than me. I let her take the lead from then on. We were the same height, so that made things easier. Being face to face with a pretty blond girl with nice pin prick freckles all over her pretty face was a treat to be sure. The best was yet to come.
Jayne and I used to slow dance. I could never get close to her freckled face without kissing it. I had that same feeling with Linda and it was the last thing I expected. After the song ended, She took the plunge before I did. Linda slowly and cautiously placed her lips against mine and kissed me. I responded in kind.
One of Ingrid's model friends came for a sleepover last summer. It was warm so we all took a nighttime dip in the pool. Jenny was a year older than me. Her parents said she was too young to date. Her body told her different.
Jenny swam over to me and asked if I had a girlfriend? I gave her a thumbnail sketch of what happened with Jayne moving. Then she asked if I ever kissed a girl? Ingrid giggled a bit because she had seen Jayne and I making out in the pool.
After admitting I had regularly made out with Jayne, she asked if i ever French Kissed? I said “No” but I knew it must be cool because Ingrid did it. Jenny asked, “Wanna learn how?” I sarcastically thought, “No, I don't wanna learn how to make out French style with a beautiful young model with a splash of freckles across her face!*
After I said yes, it was on. She was a terrific teacher and I was an apt pupil. We made out for about fifteen minutes, then Ingrid wisely said it was time to get out of the pool and ready for bed. She knew that Jenny would probably try to take things too far and that I wasn't ready for that. Jenny didn't come over any more. I guess Ingrid didn't approve and she was probably right. Jenny ended up pregnant at fourteen and miscarried. She was just too sexed up I guess.
I began to French Kiss Linda and, although she was a little rattled at first, she quickly got into it. She came over several more times during Christmas vacation. We grew closer and soon she admitted that she messed with me in school because she liked me. Her and Nora both liked me, but Linda more in a romantic sense.
We were tweens having adult feelings. That is one of the downsides of early puberty which we both had. Luckily, Linda was smart enough to keep things reasonably cool. We stayed together through our first year of junior high.
She had a freckled chest which really set me off. At some point she and I were in the pool during summer when no one else was around. She took off her swimsuit top so that our chests met when we made out. That happened a few times, but that's as far as we ever went.
This time it was me that moved. Our family moved to Florida leaving Linda to farm other fields. But luck was on my side. During my first day of school I met two girls who were in my classes and assigned to show me the ropes because I transferred in.
Holly was a blond beauty with no freckles, but a nice personality. Then there was Suzie. She had red hair, a beautiful face and tons of freckles everywhere! It was like she was custom ordered for me.
Suzie was really nice, but I was sure she was way out of my league. What really shocked me was that most guys that were decent and datable steered clear of her. However, there was a ridiculous and long standing attitude that girls with red hair and freckles were trashy or too easy. In her case nothing could have been further from the truth. Perhaps that's why she seemed a bit shy at times and disliked having her picture taken.
Though I liked Holly and Suzie, I felt kind of intimidated by them. Besides, I was constantly around models and often casually dated them. During my first year of High School everybody thought I was gay because I showed no interest in the girls at school. Why would I? I was already dating models and my dance card was full. After I brought two models, I was casually dating, to a school festival, all talk of me being gay ended.
Just around that time I met a model named Reggie. She worked with, and later for, Ingrid who (with my help) became a fashion designer and had her own designing business (fashion house).
Reggie was a tall blond beauty. She had a splash of pinprick freckles on her face and some on her shoulders. She disliked her freckles and often covered them up with makeup when a modeling gig didn't call for them. The more I saw of her, the more I was interested. But, there were problems.
First and formost, she was seventeen and I was fifteen. On top of that I was always busy. I started a UFO Club at school that became a huge thing catapulting me into all kinds of media guest spots and such, but that's another story which is in other articles I've written and my book, The UFO Guy.
Long story short, Ingrid and I liked Reggie. She had a bad home situation and came to live with us. We had plenty of room and two other models lived with us for the same reason. In those days pretty girls often became models in their early teens to escape bad situations and/or abuse at home.
Reggie and I got to know each other as friends. We had similar interests and enjoyed good conversation. She became closer to me, than to Ingrid. At times thoughts of her past troubles came back to haunt her. My bedroom was on the second floor. On several occasions I came down in the middle of the night to get a cold soda and found her sitting on the living room couch crying. I stayed with her each time and we talked until she felt better. Eventually, she came to my room when she was upset and layed down in bed with me. She said that I made her feel safe.
There was something very soothing about being with Reggie. As we held each other I was enamored by the freckles on her shoulders which I had only seen when we were in the pool together. Like many girls who were of German-Irish ancestry, it really looked good on her.
Reggie and I put aside our age difference and became an item. She was an inch taller than me which didn't seem to bother her. My only request was that she didn't wear high heels when we went out socially. After a year we decided to morph into friends because she was traveling so much and neither of us we're ready to settle down. Then came Tracey.
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