Deena and I finished humping and she flopped over on her back, breathing hard. She snuggled close to me, throwing a slim leg over my thighs and tucking her head under my chin. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and enjoyed the feel of her warm, moist crotch pressed against my hip. Time for a breather. The two of us went to school together, both in our freshman year of college, but we only met after my buddy Dave tried to score with her. As usual for Dave, Deena decided that he was too good a ‘friend’ to be a boyfriend and dumped him, even though she ‘loved him’.
Now, as far as Deena was concerned, she was free to divide and conquer our little group of friends.
Little tart.
tart her trail of destruction with, then made her move. Several beers and a glass or two of bubbly later, Deena asked me to give her a ride home. Normally in a situation like this I would’ve steered clear, but Dave gave me the greenlight to screw her, so I didn’t argue. We left as the confetti began to fall. I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment; she jumped me, and we spent most of the next few days between classes playing dirty little games in her bed or my car. Even once in the bathroom at the student lounge at school.
It was exactly a week to the day that we first slept together before Deena asked me The Question.
"Dev?"
"Hmn?"
"When did you lose it?"
Je- Sus. Ten times worse than the ‘ Love ’ question. There’s absolutely no right answer for this one, and it leads right into the ‘ how many have you had ’ question. I could already feel myself pulling my pants on and searching for my keys.
"Um. I was pretty young, I guess."
Deena stroked my chest and wiggled. "How young?"
The first time a girl asked me this, I told her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Basically. I’m not entirely stupid. But our relationship still lasted a grand total of three minutes afterwards. And so, in the series of relationships that have followed, I’ve modified my answer. Now it just rolls off my tongue; I don’t even think about what I’m saying. I’m not exactly lying my ass off, because everything I was about to tell Deena really did happen. It just wasn’t my first time. And besides, it’s a cool story, at least among my buddies.
I closed my eyes and went for it. "Fourteen."
"Wow. Really?"
I nodded. "Yep."
"Were’d you do it?"
No big deal , I thought. You knew this was just a fling. Devin and Deena. No chance for any kind of relationship with names like that.
"You don’t really want to know this, do you?"
She grinned and climbed back on top of me, wiggling her pussy around on my crotch. I glanced from her face to her tits, which were gently rubbing back and forth on my chest, and I smiled at how perky they were. For such a skinny girl, they were a nice, big mouthful, too. I was gonna miss those babies.
"Yeah. I do."
God . Let it go already . I felt my cock getting happy again. So did she. I sighed as she slipped me slowly back into her pussy.
"I’ll tell you if you tell me," she teased.
"Huh." I grunted. "Sure you will."
"I will!"
"It was in a graveyard."
She giggled. "Seriously?"
I sighed again. "Yeah. I went to a Halloween party my freshman year. We all got really drunk and played spin the bottle. This older girl got dared to take me and go mess around in the graveyard down the block from where the party was."
"What was her name?"
"Susie. She was a punk-rock wannabee, so I think she had to do it, just to save face. She didn’t want to be known as the wanker-girl who couldn’t take a dare." I was beginning to have a hard time concentrating on our conversation. Deena nipped at my chin with her little, white teeth, teasing me more.
"And you did it? On Halloween?"
"Yep. And I lived to tell the tale."
"Did you like it?"
"Well, yeah. Except she bit me."
That got a laugh. "What?"
"She was going down on me, and there were all these bats flying around. It was kinda creepy. Anyway, she freaked out, and...well. She bit me."
"No way."
I rolled Deena off and showed her my cock.
"You can still see the scar."
"Omigod! Those are teeth marks!"
"Yep."
" Wait-a-minute . She bit you hard enough to leave a mark, and..."
Deena looked up at me, her eyes wide and my dick clenched in her hand.
"You still had sex?"
"Hell, yes." I grinned. "Hurt like somebody dunked it in acid when we started, but I was drunk enough that I didn’t really care. And no way was I gonna stop."
"Wow. Well after all that, I should be glad it still works. Here, let me kiss it and make it all better."
And she bent over and did just that.
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The rest of that night went pretty well.
Fortunately for me, Deena’s mouth was full of cockmeat, so she never seguewayed into other relationship topics, and I’ve learned the hard way never to ask when and how many guys a chick’s had. Fucks with your head way too much if they tell you. But still, we were together just about the time it takes to watch an average baseball game before Deena broke up with me. Maybe she, too, realized that our name combination sounded absolutely stupid, because she swam a bit further downstream and found fresh pickings - our buddy Brian.
I didn’t get too broken up about it. Their names sounded better together anyway. I don’t know if Deena asked Brian the same crap she asked me. Probably did. But her question got me thinking about my first sex experiences; the raunchy sexual foundation that allowed me to deal with all the weird stuff that’s happened to me over the last few years, from double-teaming one of my best friends’ mom, to getting kidnapped and raped by one of my old high school teachers and her kinky friends.
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The first honest-to-God, I-want-to-fuck-the-hell-out-of-somebody erection that I can remember happened when I was really little; maybe only three or four years old. Both of my folks were at work, and I was staying with my grandparents for the day. My grandma had a bunch of her ladyfriends over for lunch, and they were all passing me around, taking turns hugging my cute-as-a-button self in-between bites of tiny little sandwiches and sips of iced tea.
I was happily feeling each old lady up as I was transferred from lap to plump, matronly lap. They all grinned and mashed me into their big, old lady tits. Most kids I’ve know freak out when the blue hair brigade attacks, but for me, it was like heaven. After making the rounds I ended up sitting with a woman named Peggy, who lived just across the street and up the hill from my grandparents.
Peggy hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and let me sit on her lap for most of the lunch.
I spent the next hour enjoying her arm around my waist and rubbing my back up against her tits, feeling light-headed and horny. I was sporting some serious wood for a four-year-old kid. My grandma must’ve noticed how flushed I was, because after all the ladies left for home, she took my temperature and made me lie down in her bed for the rest of the afternoon.
That was okay with me. Gave me plenty of time to discover the joys of masturbation.
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By the time I was five, I was a huge fan of the Batman television show.
Let me rephrase that: I was a huge fan of Batgirl from the Batman show. That damn costume was so sexy. Every day at noon I’d be lying on the living room floor in front of the TV set, grinding my little dick into the carpet while I fantasized about Batgirl getting caught by any one of the crazy arch-criminals. On television, the fantasy only got halfway: the bad guy would catch her in some fiendish trap, but then she’d get away.
I always wanted to see one of the supervillians rip that tight Batgirl leotard off and screw her silly. Never happened.
At least she got tied up a lot. Gotta take your thrills were you can get ‘em, even when you’re five. Actually, on the show, the heroes always got caught and tied up. The shit the villains cooked up never worked (see the Batgirl note above), but I think that’s probably where I first developed my bondage fetish. I remember running around in our basement wearing nothing but my mom’s panties and a sheet tied around my shoulders, pretending I was Batman.
That show had so much homo-erotic bullshit going on, it’s a wonder I’m not more screwed up than I am.
Granted, I really didn’t have any idea what sex was then, just that my pee-pee felt dang good when I played with it. And just the sight of Batgirls’ ass in that costume did shit to me that even smacking my dick into the wall couldn’t accomplish.
But I was soon to get a major lesson.
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Everybody I know has a ‘cool’ aunt or uncle, and I was no different. When my little sister was born, I went to stay with my dad’s sister Rachel for a few days, which was great. She bought me Batman comic books and read them with me, both of us snuggled up together on her brown vinyl (she called it ‘ pleather ’) couch. Aunt Rachel took me rollerskating and out to movies (King Kong with Jeff Bridges and Jessica Lange comes to mind), and she made sure we ate at all the places I liked.
And best of all, she looked just like the television Batgirl did in her secret identity as Barbara Gordon. What kid could ask for more?
Her apartment was a cramped one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and a smaller bathroom. I think the plan was for me to sleep on her couch while I was there, so I’m not sure how I ended up sleeping in her bed with her. Maybe I ate too much ice cream and Mexican food that first night and had a bad dream; I really don’t remember. But I do know that at some point in the middle of the night, I woke up out of a sound sleep. I found myself pressed tightly against my aunt with my legs tangled in hers and my face pillowed on her chest. She was breathing hard and I could feel her arm - the arm that wasn’t pinned underneath me - moving up and down, slowly and rythmically.
Eventually she sighed softly and I felt her relax next to me.
I stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep. A few minutes ticked by and I tried to stay still, but my pee-pee (that’s what my grandma called it, anyway) was pressing against my aunt’s hip, and it was getting big and hard. I twitched, and my aunt mumbled something to herself that I couldn’t hear. Then she gently pulled away from me and rolled over onto her side.
Her body shook like she was crying and I wanted to ask if she was okay, but I didn’t. I just scooted closer to her, wrapped myself against the curve of her back and hugged her. Eventually she rolled over and kissed my forehead, hugging me back. I stayed awake a long time after that, slowly running my hand over the soft silk of her nightgown and enjoying the feel of her warmth next to me.
The next morning we didn’t talk about what had happened, but I was bound and determined to sleep in the bed with her again; not on the couch. Lady luck was with me again that night.
When it was my bedtime, my aunt helped me get in my pajamas and brush my teeth. When I was ready she tucked me into her bed with a goodnight kiss. I got a little boner as soon as her lips touched my forehead. I tried to stay awake, listening to the voices from the TV in the other room, but I guess I dozed off. I woke up again when she came in for bed and turned on the lights.
She glanced at me to see if I was awake. But I was ready for her, lying flat on my back with my eyes squished shut and snoring, pretending to be dead asleep.
"Sleep tight, Dev," she whispered, and gave me another kiss.
When she was satisfied that I was still sleeping, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then folded it and put it away. I peeked as she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. She let the skirt fall to the floor, took a hairbrush from her dresser and started to brush her curly brown hair.
My aunt couldn’t see me from her mirror, but from where I was lying, it gave me a great view of her whole body. I opened my eyes and took her all in: her tiny waist and round ass, her long, slim legs still clad in her black nylons, her small, firm breasts cupped in her lacy black bra, everything. Right at that moment, she was the living fulfillment of all the little boy fantasies I’d ever had.
And I knew then and there that no superheroine on any TV show could ever live up to this real woman standing right in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch. So I flipped my mental Two-Face coin and made up my five-year-old mind. I decided to discover what I’d missed out on the night before.
She finished brushing out her hair, and I was surprised at how long it was. It fell in lush, foamy brown curls down to her shoulder blades. When she set the brush down, I clenched my eyes shut while she stepped into the bathroom. I heard her pee, and then the toilet flushed and water was running in the sink. I listened to her wash her hands and brush her teeth, then the room got a little darker when she turned off the bathroom light.
The only other woman I’d ever seen naked before was my mom. I didn’t know what to expect from my aunt, but here she was, right in front of me, just dressed in her underwear and stockings. It was all I could do to keep still, but I knew if I moved a muscle before she climbed into bed, my scheme was all over.
After what seemed like a long time she sighed and turned out the bedroom light. The room went dark behind my eyelids, so I figured it was safe to open my eyes and peek. I watched her pad over to the bed, the soft glow from a streetlight outside the window highlighting the curves of her body. She pulled the bedcovers back, giving me a little chill. Springs squeaked as she sat on the edge of the mattress and took off her stockings.
Finally, she slipped under the covers and sighed. It’s funny, but I remember her soft skin to be freezing cold, but warm and cozy at the same time. She snuggled up to me and we both lay still, listening to the quiet.
This time, I didn’t doze off.
I was just learning to tell time at home on a real clock with numbers and hands. My aunt had a digital clock on her nightstand, which made it easier for me. When she crawled into bed the clock told me it was eleven-thirty five, and I watched it for a long time. When the clock said it was almost midnight, I rolled over on my side and snuggled closer against her.
I heard her breath catch in her throat and her body tensed when I threw my right arm over her belly.
My aunt wasn’t wearing a nightgown tonight, just her bra and a pair of panties. Her belly was warm and smooth, and the muscles in her stomach twitched at my touch. I wiggled even closer to her, until she lifted her right arm and let me burrow into the side of her body. I gently slipped my leg over hers, and then we were back in the same position we were in the night before.
She smelled good to me, like flowers. I took a deep breath and relaxed, and let my hand rest on her belly, just above her panties. She waited for me to settle in, still tense. After a of couple minutes she gently touched my shoulder.
"Devin? Are you awake?"
"Mghmpfh," I mumbled into her neck. I tucked my chin into my chest, bringing my face down closer to the swell of her breast. I mumbled again and rubbed myself against her. My face brushed over her bra, the lace pressing into my cheek.
"Oh God," she whispered. "Devin? Sweetie? Are you awake?"
I pretended to snore. My aunt shifted a little bit, and I felt cold air on my arm as she pulled the sheets back. I settled down quickly after that, with her breast mashed into my face. She didn’t get up, but she felt so tense, I wondered if I’d pushed my little plan too far already. The sheets rustled as she moved her leg and I almost panicked, thinking she was going to get up, maybe go in the other room and try to sleep on the couch.
But she didn’t.
Instead, her hand brushed mine as she slipped it under the waistband of her panties, and after a moment I felt the slow, up and down movement from her arm as she quietly played with herself. The glow from the window gave me enough light to see her legs, spread loosely open, and her fingers working under her panties.
She tried to be quiet, but occasionally she’d whimper or make little happy sounds deep in her throat. Once, her body jerked hard, shoving her leg into my crotch, and my little fella decided he wanted to play, too. I tried to make a sleepy-head sound and pushed back against her leg with my hips, rubbing my swollen little dick up her thigh. I thought she might try to wake me up and tell me to stop, but all she did was grind her hips in a slow circle. I smashed my crotch against her leg as hard as I could.
It felt so good. I made another sleepy sound and rubbed my face on her breast, trying to push the material of her bra down with my chin so that I could see her nipple. After a minute or two it worked; her hard little nipple popped out, almost right into my mouth.
I was trying to get the courage up to kiss it when she let out a long, shaky moan and her hips shot straight up, quivering in the air. Something smelled funny then, sort of like the tuna fish sandwiches my dad liked. I slid my hand down over her panties. They were warm and wet, like she didn’t get to the toilet fast enough and tinkled a little in them.
She moaned again while I was trying to process that information, her body jerking harder this time.
Her whole body twitched, and she whispered something that sounded like old cheesus . I heard a wet whoosh come from her crotch, just like the sound my pee makes when I’ve had to hold it for a long time and really have to go bad, and finally get to use the bathroom. Warm water soaked her panties, covering my hand and the inside of her legs, and then the room smelled really bad. She quickly moved my hand; then she rolled off the bed, ran into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me lying in my first wet spot.
By the time she came out, I’d fallen asleep. I barely registered her moving me around when she changed the bed sheets. I do remember her pulling off my pajama shirt, because it was soaking wet. Then she crawled back into bed, and this time she snuggled up next to me . Her whole body felt damp and sweaty, and now, looking back on it, I don’t think she was wearing any clothes. But that could just be my memory playing tricks on me.
"Devin, hey." She said, nudging me. "Dev?"
I kept quiet.
"Don’t be scared, Dev. Okay?" I held my breath as her hand rested on my chest. "I’m...going to try to make you feel really nice."
I opened my eyes, and my aunt was smiling down at me. She kissed me softly, on the lips, and then she eased her body over mine, under the covers. Her kisses trailed down my tummy and further, and I gasped as something warm and wet wrapped around my little pee-pee. I felt her soft arms wrap around my bottom, and for a second I watched her head bob slowly under the sheets. Then I closed my eyes, and I don’t remember much more after that.
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The next morning she woke me up bright and early, and we went out for a huge pancake breakfast. She barely spoke two words to me the whole meal. When we got back to her apartment, the telephone was ringing off the hook. She answered it and jumped up and down, laughing and talking a mile-a-minute. It was my dad, calling to tell us that I had a bouncing baby sister, and that he’d be by to pick me up the next day. I was just happy she was finally smiling again.
That night, my aunt got me ready for bed early. It was really warm in her apartment, so she let me sleep in just my underpants. I didn’t even try to stay awake after she tucked me in, but I woke up again as soon as she pulled back the covers. I waited until she was quiet and scooted over to her, and she wrapped her arm around me and kissed my forehead, like she always did.
"I know you’re awake, Dev." She whispered in my ear, stroking my hair. "Don’t pretend tonight, okay?"
I took a big breath, and whispered back, "Okay, Auntie Rachel."
"I know you were awake last night, too. Weren’t you?" she asked.
"Uh-huh."
She let out a deep breath. I waited quietly.
"Oh, boy. That’s not good."
"Why?" I shifted so I could look up at her. She looked so pretty there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, I just had to tell her. "Auntie Rachel, I think you’re the prettiest lady in the whole world."
She rolled onto her side, facing me.
"Devin, I...I don’t think..." She shook her head. "Really? You do?"
I was falling asleep again, but nodded solemly.
"When I grow up, I want to marry you."
She laughted softly and stroked my hair, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.
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My dad was ringing the speaker-bell at noon the next day. I was already packed, and my aunt helped me carry my little red suitcase while we took the elevator down to the lobby of her building. My dad gave me a big, manly-man hug, and the three of us walked to the car together.
"Hey pard’ner," he said to me, looking at his sister. "How’d it go?"
"Good." I said.
Rachel smiled and ruffled my hair. "Really good. Dev was great."
"Really? No problems?"
She shook her head. "Nope. We had a great time. He even let me keep some of his comics."
"You’re kidding." He looked down at me. "How’d she bribe you for those? Ice cream at bedtime?"
"Daaad!" I laughed at him. "You can’t eat ice cream before bed. Sheesh."
"I asked him if he’d like to spend the next couple weekends with me. I thought maybe...maybe you and Carol might need some quiet time for a while, and Dev and I had so much fun..." She shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea to both of us if he kept some stuff here with me for when he comes back."
My dad stared at his sister like she’d grown another head.
"You’re serious, aren’t you?" She nodded, smiling, and he looked back down at me. "And that sounds good to you, too, Dev?"
For just a second, I thought about my aunt when I woke up that morning, curled up naked with me in her bed. "You bet, dad!"
"Well. Then if you both want to hang out on the weekends, it’s okay with me. Let’s go ask your mom, first. She’s in the car with a little surprise for you."
And we all went to share my first look at my baby sister.
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Not too long after that, my aunt met her soon-to-be first husband, an alchoholic cop named Tim. That pretty much ended our sleepovers, but they were fun while they lasted. My time as a ladies man came to a screeching halt for a couple years as well. Unless you count holidays.
But I’ll get back to that in a minute.
I managed to stumble onto my next erotic experience when I was seven or eight, on a hot summer day. The neighborhood kids had been playing war games - basically a modified version of capture the flag - for a long time, and we had a complex set of rules. We chose teams, divvied up our equipment, picked our base camps and then spread out through the neighborhood. Each team left a couple guys to guard their home base.
The guards had to watch after any kids from the opposing team that were ‘captured’, and protect all the commandeered guns and other stuff that was taken from the prisoners. In battle, to shoot somebody you had to yell their name first and then shoot ‘em three times for a capture, or five times for a kill - before they did the same to you . Then you could scavenge all their stuff. To win, a team had to either capture all the guys on the other team or kill ‘em. You could raid their home base to liberate prisoners and gear, and anybody you killed, either in battle or on raids, automatically became part of your team, making it even tougher to win the game.
We packed sandwiches for lunch, and each of us had a canteen for water that we could refill from a sprinkler hose. Once we were set, we’d play until it either got too dark to see or our parents started yelling for us to come in for dinner.
It was summer, so we had two pretty good teams, with about twenty kids running around packing toy guns and sweating in old WWII army fatigues. Even my friend John and his little brother Steve were playing, which was rare because their mom didn’t approve of us playing war. John said that was because she was from Germany and guns scared her. So they were picked last, because they didn’t have any stuff of their own to play with; and because most of us couldn’t stand Steve. He was too whiny.
In a rare case of consideration, the two team captains - a couple of older kids named Dean and Dave - set the game boundaries a good block away from Johns house to keep him from getting in trouble.
Then they flipped a coin and Dean picked me first, probably because I had a bunch of cool old army gear my grandpa had given me: helmets, canteens, ammo belts, backpacks and a lot of other stuff. Which was great because it gave me some serious bragging rights, considering I was a year younger than he was. Then the captains took turns making their picks. John ended up on my team, and we high-fived when he walked over to our little group. His little cry-baby brother was picked last, by Dave. That was cool, too. The captains decided to start the game in fifteen minutes, so we could head to our bases and sort out our gear and assign positions.
Our base was Dean’s backyard, because it was surrounded by a thick hedge with spots that you could crawl through if you needed a quick escape from an attack, and it had a picnic table and an old garage that we could use as a stockade for any prisoners. The other group trudged up the hill to Dave’s house. When we got to Dean’s, I made sure John was equipped with some good stuff, and then I pulled out a surprise from my faded green canvas backpack.
There was suddenly a lot of excitement when the guys saw what I had. A whole new era of warplay had begun. We were about to go high-tech.
"Hey, Dean!" I had to yell over the noise the guys were making.
"What?"
"Check it out."
For my birthday present, my dad bought me a couple sets of cheap walkie-talkies. They were big, black plastic things with long, telescoping antennas. Each unit had big orange button to push when you wanted to talk, and another plastic switch for volume and to turn the units on and off. I had six of ‘em, and I figured they’d give us an edge over the other team.
Suddenly, I was the man .
"Oh, cool !"
"Dude!"
"Wow! Can I have one?"
"Hey, hey! Let’s see if they work." Dean grabbed the unit I offered him and turned it on. The speaker crackled for a second, and then Dean raised it up to his ear. "Ten-four, good buddy! You copy?"
His voice came in loud and clear on my receiver. He grinned, smacked me in the shoulder and clipped the walkie-talkie to his belt.
"That’s awesome. What kinda range to they have?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. But my dad and I played around with ‘em on my birthday. He walked down to the park, and I could still hear him from our backyard. So at least a few blocks."
He smacked my shoulder again and gave me a battlefield promotion. "Cool. So here’s what we’re gonna do. Why don’t you be our reconnaisance man?"
"Huh? What’s that?"
"You take your walkie-talkie and hide out by Dave’s house, someplace nobody can find you, so you can see his whole yard. The rest of us’ll split up into little teams, and each team’ll have another walkie-talkie. If anybody gets captured, you call the rest of us and we’ll all come in for a prison break. Everybody cool?"
There was a chorus of tough-kid ‘yeah’s’. Then we all hefted our gear and slung plastic rifles and machine guns over our shoulders.
"Let’s move out!"
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The game boundaries were split over four blocks: the street by my house was the west edge and from there the line crossed all the way over to the neighborhood park on the east. The end of Dean’s block marked the farthest south we could go, and then we could head north past Dave’s house, up into a hill overgrown with shrubs and trees that hid a series of trails running through a group of backyards, all the way down to and through the park. Most of the folks around ignored us, and we utilized the whole space. Except for old Mrs. Kearn’s house, unless we absolutely had to. She lived just behind Dean, and she’d smack you with a broom if she caught you on her property.
I decided to cheat a little, running up my street to the top of the hill from my house. At the top I turned west and ran along the sidewalk (which was technically out of bounds) until I could cut through the big back yard at the top of Dave’s hill. This was risky because if I was seen running out of bounds I’d get thrown out of the game - walkie-talkies or no walkie-talkies. I knew most of the guys cheated like that; you just couldn’t get caught. Another small point of concern: the yard I was running through had a big dog house, which occasionaly contained a mean, Army-guy hating bulldog.
I guess his owner was more of a Navy man.
Luckily enough, no dog today. I managed to slip through the yard without attracting any undue attention, then hopped over a little white picket fence and slid a few feet down a small hill into the trees below. I brushed myself off and made my way through the tangle of brush and blackberry bushes until I came to the edge of the woods where the trees thinned out. I knelt down behind a big old walnut tree and pulled out a pair of plastic binoculars. The street that ran in front of Dave’s house zig-zagged up the hill, right past my position. Sometimes late at night during the summer, drunk teenagers would drag race up the hill, but all was quiet now. The only car I could see was parked in the driveway across the street. From where I was hiding, I could just make out Dave’s driveway and front door with my binoculars.
Not good enough , I thought to myself. I have to get closer.
I was sipping metallic tasting, lukewarm water from my canteen and debating on my best course of action when my walkie-talkie crackled to life. I jumped, spilling water and soaking one leg of my jeans from my knee down. I twisted the top back on the canteen when Deans voice came over the speaker.
Squark went the walkie-talkie. "Hey Dev! Come in! Report your status!"
"I’m in the woods at the top of the hill. Over."
Squark . "See anything? Over?"
"Nah." I was searching the houses for a way to sneak closer, but all the front yards were too open. I needed to try something else. "I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Okay?"
Squark . "Ten-four."
I listened as everybody reported in. We were pretty spread out over four square blocks, with no enemy contact so far. Dave’s little brother, Jimmy, had been left behind to guard our camp. Everything was quiet there, too, and I didn’t have anybody in my line of sight.
It was time to make my move. I needed to get across the street to the cover of the house on the corner. I made sure I had all my gear, then I clipped the walkie-talkie back onto my backpack. I picked up my machine gun and ran like hell over to the other curb, with all my gear clanking around in my pack. I made it across the street, then dove over the sidewalk onto the lawn, rolling as best as I could with my backpack, canteen, pistol, walkie-talkie, and everything else I was carrying bumping around.
When I reached the line of bushes that ran from the sidewalk to the porch of the house, I crawled on my belly using the bushes as cover, until I’d inched my way around to the backyard. Once there, I unlatched a little wooden gate and slipped into enemy territory.
Keeping in the shadows of rose bushes and birdbaths, I quickly made my way down the entire hill. None of the houses I passed made good surveillance points. The backyards were great, with lots of places to hide out, but the houses blocked any view. And, like Dave’s house across the street, all the front yards were way too open with no cover.
My grandma’s friend Peggy lived with her husband Neil right across the street from my grandparents. Their house was the first one at the bottom of the hill; a big, creepy old three story house set on a huge yard with plenty of trees and bushes. The front of their house faced south. I was coming downhill from the north, so I reached their garage first. The garage was almost perfect for my needs: it faced the right direction and had good sight lines. I thought I could probably climb it and hunker down on the roof, but anyone standing across the street could see me if they bothered to look over this way. And besides, it looked hot. With the morning sun moving overhead, there wasn’t much shade up there.
I was already sweating like a pig, and it wasn’t even lunchtime, so I quickly discarded that plan and bolted across the driveway to Peggy’s nice, private yard. I was pretty bummed out, thinking that I’d failed in my first big solo mission. I was going to grab my walkie-talkie and break the bad news to Dean when I saw the perfect spot for me to set up shop for the afternoon.
A sturdy rose trellis ran from the ground up the side of the house, all the way to the roof. There were two sliding glass doors leading out to a deck that wrapped around the third floor, and the house and deck were well shaded by three tall pine trees.
I wiped a little bit of the grime off the garage window with my sleeve and peeked through. I didn’t see Peggy’s old yellow Chevy parked inside, so I shouldered my weapon and climbed the trellis. Somehow I managed to avoid snagging myself on the rosebushes and I flopped over the lip of the deck with a grunt. I picked myself up and blew past the sliding doors, ducking under a pair of open bedroom windows. I paused to catch my breath, then peered carefully over the railing at the street below.
"Yes!" I congratulated myself, pumping my fist in the air.
From my position I could see most of the street, both up and down the hill. I could move further around the corner and view anyone approaching from the park or from my house, and I had a great view of Dave’s entire house, front and back. I broke out my binoculars again and watched Dave’s older brother Rick, seated at a card table with Steve, eating sandwiches in the back yard. The sound of kids yelling somewhere out on the battlefield floated by with the breeze.
I pulled my walkie-talkie out and reported in. "Dean! Can you hear me?"
Squawk ! "Dev? That you? Over."
"Yeah. Over."
Squawk ! "Where are you?"
"Watching the camp. I found a really good hiding place. Nobody’ll ever see me. Over."
Squawk ! "Cool. Anything goin’ on? Over."
"Nope. Their guards are eating lunch. Rick’s got a Kool-Aid mustache. That’s it. Over."
Squawk ! "Okay. Stay put. Call in if anything happens. Okay?"
"Okay."
Squawk ! "Over and out."
I put my wakie-talkie away and settled in for the duration, thinking that it was about time for my own lunch. And that’s when Peggy’s Chevy came roaring around the curve at the top of the hill.
The door on the passenger side of the car popped open and I could see her husband holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle for dear life. The car squealed to a stop and turned into the driveway, spraying loose gravel out from under the tires. I heard the garage door opening and Peggy’s voice rose up over all that, shouting for Neil to hang on. I listened to the garage door bump closed, and a minute later Peggy and her husband stepped out of the garage through a side door.
Neil was wearing bright orange plaid slacks and a yellow polo shirt. His thin, puffy fringe of hair was white as snow and stuck up all over his freckled head. As they walked, he smoothed his hair and adjusted his hearing aid as Peggy crabbed at him. Peggy was dressed in a dressy blue jacket, with a lacy white blouse tucked into a light blue skirt. She had a thick rope of pearls wrapped around her neck and pearl earrings in her ears, and wore her iron grey hair wrapped up in a bun, pinned high at the back of her head with a pearl-white comb. She looked hot and sweaty in her suit, and she was carrying a small, brown paper bag clenched tightly in her hand.
Neil must’ve turned his hearing aid off, because she kept up a running conversation as they walked into the house, and he completely ignored her.
They banged around inside for a few minutes, somewhere downstairs, then I heard footsteps coming my way. I was crouched down underneath a window and I peeked as Peggy came through the bedroom door. Now she had a large mug in her hand instead of the bag. She took a sip from the mug, then shouted down the stairs.
"Neil! I’m going to take a quick nap, so don’t you go making any noise!"
I heard a non-commital mumble that sounded like it came from somewhere far away. Peggy slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. Then she turned, sipping her drink, and pulled the sliding doors open. I had a terrifying vision of her stepping out onto the deck and finding me there, so I ducked and hid around the corner, trying to stay out of sight. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding in my chest; so I covered my ears with my hands and waited to be discovered.
Time slowed to a creepy-crawl, but nothing happened; no yelling or screaming, nobody grabbed me; nothing.
It took a minute, but I figured out that she probably just opened the doors to let the air circulate in her room and I might actually be safe. So I carefully crawled back to my window. Peggy set the cup down on a nightstand, took off her jacket, and folded it neatly over a chair. She pulled the comb out of the bun and ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall in waves past her shoulders. She turned on a floor fan that whirred and twisted, blowing her hair around her face, then she used the comb to brush her hair until it shone, watching herself work in a large round mirror that was mounted on the wall, just above an ornate old dresser.
In all the years I’ve lived in the neighborhood, I’d never seen Peggy with her hair down before. It was so long. I was amazed enough that I barely noticed her take off the necklace and her earrings. She gently put those in a carved wooden box on the dresser top, and then she was kicking off her pumps. She paused for just a second and stared into the mirror, looking slightly surprised. My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was looking over in my direction. I hit the deck again and held my breath, then counted slowly to ten. When nothing happened, I raised myself back to the window in time to see Peggy unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I licked my dry lips and watched, stunned speechless as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Suddenly, I was a lot warmer than I had been a just minute ago. I swallowed around a hard knot in my throat and wiped sweat out of my eyes.
Fear and fascination battled each other, and my penis - the good soldier that it was - snapped to attention, making me tremble. I knew I shouldn’t be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I drank in every little detail of Peggy’s body as she folded the blouse in half and set it with her jacket. She was getting old and plump around the edges, but right now that was fine with me. Thanks to the mirror, I had a great view of her front as well as her back side. I was busy staring at her heavy breasts, trapped in her bra - a great big, plain white satin thing - when she bent over and wiggled out of her slip. Her hips were wide and round, and underneath her slip she was wearing large white panties over a girdle-like garter belt.
Peggy pulled down her panties, then she unclipped and rolled down her white stockings and followed those with the girdle. All of it went on top of the pile of clothes on the chair, and then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She tossed that with the rest of her things and paused to massage her breasts. Completely naked now, Peggy sighed and turned towards the bed.
My eyes bugged out when I caught a glimpse of the soft, white downy puff of hair between her legs. And what happened next made all my fears of being discovered completely vanish.
Peggy crawled onto the bed with her feet facing straight towards me. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, bending them at the knees so her feet were braced on the brass footboard. She closed her eyes and her left hand trailed down her belly until she was tickling her pubic hair, and then her fingers kind of walked down between her legs. She began playing with her breasts with her right hand, toying with her nipples. Her left hand disappeared down her crotch. I had to stand up to get a better view.
And what a view. Peggy was poking her fingers into a pink hole in her crotch and her hips were grinding into the bed sheets. I was mesmerized by her fingers, slipping in and out of that pink place. It looked wet. Suddenly, visions of my aunt flooded into my head, of us lying together in her bed, her hands buried in her panties, and I realized that I was finally seeing Peggy do to herself now what my aunt had been doing then, in the dark.
Unconsciously, I started rubbing my crotch as I watched Peggy masturbate. She eased a few of her fingers all the way inside herself and buried her head back in her pillows. Through the open window I heard her start moaning loudly and saw her toes clenching against the brass rail of her bed. She was shoving her fingers into her little pink hole over and over, as fast as she could.
Vaguely, as if in a dream, I heard myself moan with her. I was so dizzy, to keep from tipping over I had to steady myself by bracing a hand on the wall.
I needed some relief, consequences be damned. Almost without thinking, I unbuckled my utility belt and unbuttoned my jeans, which promply fell down around my ankles. I pulled my hard little dick out of my underwear and started jacking off, trying to imagine myself in Peggy’s bedroom, lying with her, touching her.
Peggy’s body jerked up and down a few times as I watched, and she slowed to a stop, panting. Things were just getting good on my end too. I was on the verge of a whole new revelation happening down in my underpants, and that’s when my walkie-talkie squawked back to life.
My platoon was in a firefight. Dean was calling in a panic, and after the loud crackle of static he started yelling through the speaker.
Squawk! "Dev! Dev! Come in! They raided our camp and got everything ! I need..."
Oh shit! I heard myself blurt out a curse, and then I was tripping over my pants trying to get to the walkie-talkie and shut it off. I fell onto the deck, crawled to my pack, rolled onto my butt and sat up with the walkie-talkie in my hand. I hit the talk button, hoping against hope that Peggy hadn’t heard.
"Dean! Don’t...I’m not..." It was a valiant effort, but I was way too late.
"What...Devin?" said a voice.
I knew it didn’t come from my walkie-talkie, and I kicked myself mentally, knowing that if I didn’t want to be discovered, I should’ve turned the thing off right when Peggy and Neil pulled into the driveway.
Too late. Now, the jig was up.
I looked up to find Peggy glaring down at me, fumbling with a silky looking white robe she’d pulled over her naked body. The robe didn’t help hide anything, if that’s why she put it on; it was so sheer I could see every thick curve, her big, hard nipples, even the color of her skin through the thin material.
I felt awful. I’d failed my mission. I hit the talk button one last time. "Dean. I’m caught."
" Devin !" Peggy shouted. "What are you...doing...here...?"
Peggy’s voice trailed off and her cheeks quickly turned a rosy shade of red as she took me in. I had the walkie-talkie pressed against my ear, my jeans were tangled around my tennis shoes and my boner was fading fast, but it was still pointing right at her.
"Oh-my-God," she whispered, and grabbed me by the ear.
"Oww!"
She twisted hard and yanked me to my feet, and twisted again. "Just what do you think you’re doing here, young man?"
The words came out of me in a rush.
"My friends and I were playing army, Mrs. Jones, and I thought this would be a good place to hide while they..."
She gasped and shook me. "More? Where! Where did they hide?"
"N...no...Mrs Jones! It was just me! Everybody else is still playing...see, I was pretending to be a spy, and I needed someplace to hide so I could see over there and give my team the scoop on all I could see about what the other guys were doing, and..."
Peggy seemed to take that entirely the wrong way. "You were spying on me! Oh, what would Mary say? Her grandson a peeping tom! What did you see?"
"Nothing! I mean..."
She backed me up into the deck rail and shook me again, harder, making me drop my walkie-talkie. It hit the rail and bounced over the edge. I never heard it hit the ground.
"Don’t you lie to me Devin Smith! Look at you, with your privates hanging out! I know exactly what you were doing!" She waggled a finger at me as she scolded me. "Well, we’re going to have to call your grandmother about this!"
Oh no , I thought. Not that. I’ll get a spanking for sure . "No, please Mrs Jones, don’t call my grandma, please. I didn’t mean to look, really, I just..."
"Then we’ll just go downstairs and call the police! You might think you just got yourself a nice peepshow, but you just wait, you little..."
She dragged me into her bedroom by my ear, pulling me towards her door. I pictured her husband, seeing us coming downstairs like this, and what he might do. I got so sick so fast I almost barfed, and started pleading with her for my life.
"No! I mean, I know I shouldn’t of been looking, Mrs. Jones. But you...you’re just so pretty, and you were having such a good ti..."
That seemed to kick some of the wind out of her sails. She stopped just short of the door and turned to me in a huff.
"What?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"What did you just say?"
What did I just say? "Uh, you were having a..."
She shook her head. "No, no. Before that. You said I was pretty ?"
I gulped and nodded. Shock from the realization of what I’d done was taking over, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My bottom lip started to tremble and I stuttered a little bit when I answered.
"Y-yeah. I think you’re really, really pretty, Mrs. Jones. Really."
Peggy didn’t speak or move a muscle. She just stood there, watching me carefully, the ends of her robe fluttering in the breeze from the fan. I caught another, tantalizing glimpse of her pubic hair. The room smelled funny, kind of wet and fishy. I remembered my aunt Rachel’s bedroom once smelling the same way.
My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips and tried again. "I’ve always thought so, and...and the more I w-watched, I...I..." I shrugged helplessly, and the tears started to flow.
"You what ?"
"I just liked watching," I said in a small voice. "I think you’re really pretty, and I wanted to watch. That’s all."
I hung my head and stood there quietly, my face burning with shame.
"Well," she said. "Well. I never."
Peggy released my ear and took my wrist, guiding me towards her bed. She sat down, making the bedsprings squeak, and pulled me in front of her. She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look her in the eye, then watched me for a long time. Eventually she nodded quickly, once, like she’d made a decision.
"All right. I believe you. How long were you out there? You tell me the truth now."
Scared as I was, I was having a difficult time concentrating. Her robe had flopped open down to her waist, and now I was just inches away from her. The fishy smell was a lot stronger now that we were by the bed, and I thought I could smell it on her hand, too. I could feel my little penis getting happy again. I got mad at it suddenly, thinking that this mess was all its fault. I fought a losing battle with it, until the dang thing was sticking straight out of my underpants.
"A long time, I guess. I...was already there when you guys got home." I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers so she wouldn’t notice the thing rearing its ugly head below us.
"I see." No luck. She saw it. "My," she said. "You look like you’re having some trouble with that."
I nodded into her hand. "Yes’m. It’s just been doin’ that all afternoon."
"Hm." She looked down at me and I swear that she smiled. Then she shook her head. "Devin, do you think a good little boy would do what you did today?"
"Um. N-no ma’am."
"So you agree you were a naughty boy."
I thought about it for a minute. I wished she’d let me go, because my pee-pee seemed to like her touching my face.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And you don’t want me to call your grandparents."
"No ma’am."
"Or the police."
"Oh, please, don’t Mrs. Jones! I didn’t..."
She let my chin go and took my wrists again, making our little friend bounce around down there. This time I was sure she smiled.
"Well. So what do we do?"
"Uh...let me go? I promise I’ll never do it again. Really."
"I’d like to believe that Devin, but I just can’t. I honestly think you need to be punished for being a very bad little boy." Her grip on my wrists tightened. I remember thinking that she was pretty strong for an old lady. "So I’m going to give you a spanking. And afterwards, I hope you won’t ever think about doing something like this ever again."
And with that, she pulled me down across her knee. I was so shocked I didn’t even fight. My pee-pee slipped along the smooth material of her robe, and a shiver of pleasure raced through my body.
"I’ll try not to make this hurt too much," she said.
Then she pinned my wrists together with right hand, pushing them deep into her mattress. She yanked my underpants down enough to expose my bottom, and gave me a good, hard smack that brought tears to my eyes and made me wriggle against her thighs. She smacked me again and again, and I kicked and squirmed as she hit me, until my bottom actually went numb.
It hurt at first, but after a while the pain stopped and I started to kind of enjoy the feeling of my naked flesh rubbing against the cool silk of her robe and her warm skin. Peggy spanked me until my bottom was fiery red and swollen, and at some point I heard myself cry out and go limp in her lap. She stopped then and let me catch my breath. She let go of my wrists and I almost fell to the floor in a heap.
"That should do it. All finished." She stood up and patted her bed. "Devin, I want you to lie down on your stomach. I know that’s going to hurt, so I want you to let me put something on your bottom for you. I promise it will make it feel better."
I sniffled and let her help me crawl onto her bed. She left the bedside and opened a door that led to a large bathroom, and I heard her rummage around. When she returned, she sat next to me on the side of the mattress, causing me to slide towards the edge, right into her. I let her pull my underpants down around my knees. I was hurt and embarrassed beyond caring, and kept my face buried in her pillows until I felt her soft hands rubbing something cool and slick over my bottom.
"There. Does that feel better?" she asked.
I nodded and sniffled into her pillow.
"I want you to roll over now, Devin, and look at me."
I shook my head, no .
"Devin, roll over right now, or I’ll spank you again."
I rolled. I glared at her, my face beet red and swollen with tears, willing her to drop dead. She rested her sticky hand on my belly, and try as I might to stop it, my little man perked right back up, poking inches from her hand. She looked down at it and grinned, then back at me.
"Insistent, isn’t it?" She grinned. "Devin, I want you to know exactly what you saw today. I want to understand why I was so angry with you. Do you?"
I managed a nod. That seemed to be all she needed.
"Good," she said. She just smiled at me for a minute, then looked back at my penis, bobbing around next to her hand. "Well. Did you get to...finish?"
Huh? I wondered. Finish what? "I...don’t know. For sure, I mean."
"Oh," she said and then smiled. "Would you like some help?"
"Help...?"
Still smiling, she moved her hand and stroked me. It was like fire exploded through my whole body. I suddenly felt like I was going to pop down there. Then she slid onto the bed, lying next to me, and gripped me.
"Do you like that?"
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. She’d just punished me for watching and doing this, and now she wanted to help me and do it herself? I didn’t understand, but I was feeling so good suddenly - bruised butt or no bruised butt - I just knew that I didn’t want her to stop touching me. She smiled and moved her hand slowly up and down. The slick goop on her hand made a wet, slurping sound as she stroked me, and I lay there, very still, as if the smallest movement would cause her to stop.
"Mmn. You do like that. Here," she said, and shifted until she was kneeling above me, never taking her hand off me. "Let’s try something, okay?."
I nodded again, and Peggy lifted her leg over my body and settled on top of me. Something warm and soft and wet pressed down onto me and she used her hands to guide me where she wanted me to go. An instant later that warmth engulfed me completely, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Peggy sighed quietly and her eyes flickered closed for a moment, then she braced her hands on the bed at either side of my face. Her robe fell gently around us and her hair tickled my face, making me giggle.
She laughed with me and swept her hair back over hers shoulder. "Did that tickle?"
"Uh-huh. A little."
"Do you want to touch me?"
"Um. Yeah...I mean, can I?"
That made her smile again, and she leaned back, took my hands in hers and slowly ran them over her body. She let me cup her breasts and showed me how to gently tweak her nipples.
"You like my breasts, don’t you Devin?"
I grinned. "Uh-huh. I really do."
"Here," she said. "Kiss them for me."
That little thrill ran through me again as she bent over me. She made me cup her breasts with my hands and squeeze them around my face, and she started to squirm her bottom around on me when one of her hard nipples popped into my mouth.
"This is how mommies and daddies make children, did you know that?"
I nodded. Jimmie Davis told all of us - the whole gang - about sex a whole year ago, and I figured that’s what we were doing. His dad had told him all about it after Jimmie found a bunch of Playboy magazines hidden in a box in their basement.
I think he got a couple things wrong, though. I’d have to remember to fill him in.
And then I had an awful thought. I let Peggy’s breasts go, and asked: "Wh-what about M-Mr. Jones? Won’t he be angry i-if he...?"
"Don’t worry, Sweetie. He won’t notice. If I know Neil, he’s probably drunk, asleep in the basement. And he’d never hear anything, or come up here, anyway."
"You’re sure it’s okay?"
Peggy shushed me with her finger to my lips.
"Shhh. Quiet now," she said, and just moved on top me, slowly, kissing me once in a while or playing with my hair and letting me touch her wherever I wanted, until I heard her cry out softly. Warm water trickled down the insides of my legs and over my hips, and Peggy shuddered and collapsed on top of me.
I remember wishing that I was bigger down there, because for some reason I knew that I could feel even better with more of me inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her back, wanting to pull her even closer, and I held her like that for a little while. We were both breathing hard and thought I heard her crying, so I asked if I’d hurt her.
"No Sweetheart, you didn’t. You just made me feel so happy. Sometimes...sometimes a person just needs to cry, even when they’re happy."
"Oh," I said.
"Did you have a nice time, too?"
"Yeah." I said, feeling a little disappointed if we were finished.
"Would you like to make me feel very happy, Devin?"
I nodded my head vigorously. Maybe we weren’t done yet, after all. "Yeah! Sure! How?"
Peggy rolled over, onto her back, and spread her legs. "Would you kiss me down there?"
Huh. I wasn’t sure about that. Even though that place felt really good, it was where all the yucky fishy smell was coming from.
"Really? You’re sure?"
"I’m sure. If you lay on top of me, I can kiss you too. Here," she said, and I eased myself on top of her. "Just like that. Go ahead and play with me, do whatever you want. Just be gentle."
"Okay..." I wrinkled my nose at the smell, but kissed her soft hair and she wiggled happily.
Peggy spread her legs wider, showing me that strange, pink spot. I went adventuring and scootched further down on her belly, using my fingers to poke and pry between her legs. I was suprised when one of my questing fingers slipped right inside her, and grinned like an explorer who’d just struck gold.
"Oh, Devin, do that...gently, sweetheart...I like that..."
Peggy had a big bottom and a big, soft belly. I felt like I was lying on a big pillow. To keep my balance and not roll off, I had to drop my legs and lay on her. I jumped when she grabbed my penis.
"Don’t be s-s-scared, D-Devin. I’m just going to s-s-suck you, l-like a l-l-lollipop. Okay?"
I was too busy to answer, but when she slurped me into her mouth, just like my aunt Rachel had. I almost fell off the bed. She kept me from falling by grabbing my tender bottom and I jerked, shoving myself further inside her mouth. She made a yummy sound and pulled me down hard, and I felt something tickling my pooper.
"Oww..." I gritted my teeth until the ache in my bottom died down, and went back to work on my end. The tickle in my bottom changed after a while, and I felt something poking me down there. And then all of a sudden I was feeling really dizzy, and a feeling I’d never had shot through me. My toes curled and I bunched the bedsheets in my fists while she sucked me and poked her fingers in my bottom, and I could barely move. All I seemed to be able to do was jerk around uncontrollably, and I heard my belly whacking her face.
I’m not sure how long my first orgasm took to stop, but I remember collapsing on top of Peggy, feeling completely exhausted, and I remember her hands petting my bottom. And then I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew she was gently shaking me awake. We were cuddled together under a light sheet, and I could see the clock on her nightstand.
"Time to wake up Devin. It’s getting late. You should probably go home now, Sweetie, so your folks don’t get worried."
"Oh wow." I groaned and sat up in the bed. "What happened?"
She grinned and stood up, then helped me get dressed.
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"You bet, Mrs. Jones. A lot."
"Good." When I was dressed, Peggy kissed me on the lips and pulled me into a tight hug. I enjoyed the feel of her soft skin for a minute, and then she wiped my lips with her thumbs and held me out at arms length. "Devin, you know this is something we can’t tell anyone about, don’t you?"
I nodded. Peggy looked me hard in the eyes, and then she smiled again. "I think, if any of your friends ask about what happened, you should tell them that I made you clean my basement today. Does that sound mean enough?"
"Okay." I agreed. "They’d believe that."
"Can you climb back down the way you came?"
"I think so." I picked up my stuff, and then Peggy walked me back outside. The air had cooled down a lot from that afternoon.
"Devin." I turned to face her, and her smile vanished. "Don’t come back here again. If you do, I will call the police. Do you understand?"
I nodded solemnly. "I understand, Mrs. Jones."
Peggy smiled again and gave me a last, quick peck on my forehead. Then she stepped back, pulled her robe tight around her body and she watched as I climbed down the trellis as fast as my sore ass would let me.
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When I hit the ground, I found what was left of my walkie-talkie.
It had hit the edge of the patio and bounced off onto the sidewalk, finally coming to rest in a heap of cracked plastic and transistors. The battery had rolled off the curb and was lying in a bunch of garbage in the street. It looked like it had been run over a few times while I was inside with Peggy.
I sighed and tried to salvage what I could. I didn’t see any of my friends over at Dave’s, so I mourned my loss as I made my way down the block to Dean’s house. Everybody was in the backyard when I got there, busy swapping war stories and sorting out the days plunder.
John saw me first and yelled as I dragged my backpack up the driveway.
"Dev! What happened to you?"
I almost spilled it. Almost. But then I remembered my promise.
"Mrs. Jones caught me on her deck." I held up my broken walkie-talkie. "I got in a little trouble."
Everybody groaned. "What’d she do? She call your grandma?"
"Naw. I had to clean her basement. It was nasty."
"Wow. Serious? Was she creepy?"
I thought about what to say, then shrugged. "Naw. Not really. She...she was kinda nice about it, actually. She, uh, gave me some dessert when I finished."
That impressed everybody. Dean made a comment about my fortitude in the face of capture, and then the guys mostly lost interest after that. A few minutes later we started hearing our folks shouting "Dinnertime!", and we split up for the day so we could fight again tomorrow.
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The next day found me back in my gear, on the run.
Dave and a couple other guys on his team had caught me alone down by the park. I was fast enough to get into the woods, but now they were all chasing me through the trails. I couldn’t see them through the trees so I didn’t know how far behind me they were, but I could hear ‘em. That was enough for me; I just kept running and didn’t bother to look back.
My helmet almost went flying when I tore out of the woods, but I smashed it back onto my head, hard. Somehow, I made it across the street and managed to duck behind the front of a big, white van parked at the curb, just as Dave, Ricky and Jimmie bolted from the trees. I was still out in the open; anybody coming up the hill could’ve seen me and tipped the guys off. I had to do something, quick, and just running down the hill wouldn’t work. They’d pick me off after a few steps.
"Where’d he go?"
That was Dave’s older brother, Ricky.
"I dunno, that way, maybe?"
Jimmy.
"Up the hill?
Ricky again. I looked around, hoping someone from my team was close by; maybe they’d jump out of a bush so we could pin the other guys in a crossfire. Jimmy had a cool new machine gun that would suit me just fine, since someone had already got the jump on me once that morning and snagged mine in the looting. But no one sprang out to help; I was on my own.
Then I had a thought. I didn’t have my pack today, ‘cause my bottom still hurt and I didn’t want all the extra weight. I dropped to the ground and wriggled under the van, hoping they’d head up the hill, knowing that this just wasn’t enough cover for them not to find me if they came this way.
"Okay. You guys go look that way; I’ll follow back down the road and we’ll meet around the corner at Colin’s house." That was Dave.
From my point of view, I watched two pairs of dirty tennis shoes pound up the hill, and another pair turn and slowly walk down the street towards my hiding place. Dave was coming my way. Every few feet he’d pause, then move again. I had my pistol in my hands and pointing at his shins when he stopped right at the back of the van.
I almost giggled. Dave was humming the ‘Batman’ theme under his breath. I heard him dig around in his pocket, then some paper rustled and a crumpled bubblegum wrapper dropped at his feet. He just stood there, singing to himself for a minute, chewing his gum without a care in the world.
"Hey Dave," I said.
"Huh?"
"Down here."
He bent over and peeked under the van.
"Gotcha," I said, and shot him three times in the face. " Bang , bang , bang ! Team change!"
"Crud," he said. "I knew you were there all the time."
"Sure you did." I laughed, and crawled out from under the van. I told him to go wait for Dean at our base. "Go ahead and keep your stuff."
"Really? You’re sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Thanks!"
"Hey, Dave?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you have any grenades left?"
Grenades were good for getting a bunch of guys to change teams. They’d work a heck of a lot better than my pistol, or even Dave’s rifle. You didn’t have to shoot a bunch of times or anything; you could just lob ‘em into a yard and yell ‘BOOM!’, and everybody there was suddenly on your team.
"What are you gonna do?"
I grinned. "I’m gonna go hide over at Colin’s and wait for your brothers."
"Aww, crud," he said again.
He handed me the grenades, and then he ran down to Dean’s. Right when he left, I heard a car tear around the corner, tires squealing, and I backed out of the street just in time to see Peggy’s Chevy fly by me, race down the street, and pull into her driveway.
I really meant to keep my promise to her and stay away from her house. I did. But I knew I could save a few minutes on my way to Colin’s by cutting through her backyard. I had to make a battlefield decision.
Reluctantly, and with the Batman theme stuck in my head, I holstered my pistol and checked to make sure no one was watching, then climbed through the closest hedge and made my way down to Peggy’s. I followed the same route I had the day before and reached her garage a minute or two later. I saw her car through the smudged window, parked and empty, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. Inside the house, I could hear her shouting at Neil.
I guess I was feeling a little tired, so I plopped down on a garden bench and took a load off. A few minutes later, the sliding doors slid open and Peggy stepped out onto the deck.
I didn’t think she could see me from where she was standing. But I couldn’t see her very well either, so I jumped off the bench and hid behind the corner of the garage. Peggy still had her hair pinned up in her usual bun, but she’d already taken off her clothes and slipped into her robe. I could see the dark circles of her nipples through the material, and a small shiver ran through me. As I watched, she walked around the side of the house, and then back. She leaned over the edge of the deck and peered around at the yard. I saw her sigh, and she looked kind of sad, almost disappointed. Then she turned and went back inside.
The doors closed, and I stood there, not sure what to do.
I thought about climbing up, but the thought of her calling the police stopped me before I took a step. Instead, I climbed over her fence and snuck into the next backyard, on my way to Colin’s to ambush Ricky and Jimmie.
I went back every day that week. And every day at almost exactly the same time, Peggy’s car would zip down the hill. She’d park the car, and she and Neil would argue until they got inside. I’d stand at the back of the garage and wait until she came outside, just so I could see her.
And that’s where I was, waiting for her, when John snuck up on me.
"Dev? What’s goin’ on? You said you weren’t supposed to be here...mmbph!"
"Shhh!" I hissed, and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up!"
I was getting to be a pretty big kid, but John had a good four or five inches on me and outweighed me by maybe twenty pounds. He smacked my hand away and glared at me. He was on my team again, which explained why he didn’t try to shoot me, but not how he found me. He tried asking again.
"What’re you doing here...?"
"John, be quiet !"
I grabbed him and pulled him back. John’s eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped down to the ground, because above us, Peggy was peering over the railing.
"Oh, wow ..." John whispered in my ear. "She’s...she’s..."
Completely, totally, butt-naked. Today, Peggy wasn’t wearing any clothes.
I whacked John on the shoulder and told him to shut up again. He shut his mouth so fast his teeth clacked together. We watched quietly until Peggy went back inside and then he grabbed me again, his eyes wide with excitement. His questions came hard and fast.
"Dev! Did you see that? I can’t believe it! How did you find out? Oh wow ! Does she do that every day ? That’s how you got in trouble, huh?"
"John, cool out." I rolled my eyes.
"What?" He pointed up at the deck. "Did you see that? I mean, she was naked!"
"I know! I know! I’ve been hiding here, watching her all week!"
"So...so did you see her when you were...up there?
I nodded. "Yeah."
" Really ?"
"Uh-huh."
"No shit? How’d you get up there?"
I waved at the rose bushes. "I climbed."
John’s eyes lit up. "What’d she do?"
"Oh, man. I promised not to tell anybody."
"C’mon! I won’t tell! How’d she catch you?"
I sighed. And then I spilled the beans and told him the whole story.
"No way!"
"Yep."
"That’s so cool!" He was staring at the bushes, like he was a thousand miles away.
"John? You okay?"
"Yeah." A slow grin spread across his face. "I wanna see."
Panic . "What?"
"C’mon. Let’s go up there."
"No way! She’ll call the cops!"
"No she won’t. You said she comes out every day, like she’s looking for you, right?"
"Well, yeah, But, she said..."
He grabbed me and started pulling me towards the trellis. "Forget what she said. C’mon, Dev. I just wanna look. If we’re really quiet, she won’t even know we’re there."
Looking back, it was the first time he talked me into something that I knew I shouldn’t do. It wouldn’t be the last.
When we made it to the deck, I pointed to my window and we tried to sneak by the open glass doors. We never made it. Peggy was just stepping out of her bathroom when she saw the two of us, frozen on our tip-toes, on the deck. She was carrying something big and pink and rubbery in her hand, and she jumped, startled. I got a dirty look that made me cringe, and then I realized the thing she was holding looked an awful lot like my the thing dangling from my crotch, only about ten times bigger.
" Devin !?"
Oh man , I thought. Sure, we’ll be quiet. She’ll never even see us. Sure John, okay . "Uh, hi?"
I tried a devil-may-care grin and waved. Peggy put her hands on her bare hips, making the pink thing she had clenched in her fist flop around, and she stared us down. John shuffled his feet and stared at a spider crawling along the deck.
"Well," said Peggy. "What have we here? Two naughty peeping Tom’s, instead of just one? And who might this be?"
"This is my friend John." I had to think fast, but my brain was in a deep-freeze. "We, uh..."
"Didn’t I tell you not to come back here, Devin?"
"Yeah. And about the police, too. I remember. I promised, an’ I’m sorry, but, uh..."
"I talked him into coming, Mrs. Jones."
We both stared at John. He was looking defiantly at Peggy, his chest puffed up and his chin out, like he was daring her to punish us. It took a lot for him to do that, and in that second, I knew he was a true buddy. Maybe Peggy sensed it too.
"Well," she said again. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"
We stayed quiet. Better to be in trouble and not say anything, than to say something dumb and get in deeper.
"Did you get to see everything you wanted, young man?"
"No, ma’am," John said.
We stared at him again.
"Excuse me?" Peggy blinked, and cocked her ear towards us, making her boobs wiggle. "What did you say?"
John licked his lips.
"Well, sounds like you showed a lot more to Devin, before. Ma’am. An’ he says you’ve been looking for him everyday, so I figure you wanna show him even more."
"Oh, Devin." Peggy shook her head and turned her eyes back on me, waggling the floppy thing at me. "You’ve been spying on me again?"
I grinned weakly.
"I suppose I should have expected that." She shook her head again and waved us inside. "Well, come on in, you two."
John and I exchanged quick glances. His face was beet red, all the way from the collar of his white t-shirt up through his blonde hair. He licked his lips, I shrugged and he followed me inside.
"I suppose I won’t be needing this." Peggy set the rubbery thing on the nightstand, turned on her fan, smoothed her sheets, and sat on the bed, regarding the two uf us. Finally, she smiled. "Well. What would you boys like to do today?"
John grinned. "Uh, whatever you want?"
"Really?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
"All right. Since I’m the only one here without any clothes on, let’s get you boys more comfortable as well. What’s your name again?"
John shot me a look. "John."
"Come closer, John. Let me help with this." Peggy started to wrestle with his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his jeans. John was breathing hard, his eyelids half-shut. "John, did Devin tell you everything we did?"
He nodded.
She looked over at me. I hadn’t moved a muscle. She yanked his jeans and his underpants down to his knees. His little boy equipment was hard and ready for service. "Then he told you about how I have to punish naughty boys?" He nodded again, and let Peggy bend him over her knees. She raised her hand and glanced at me. "Devin, why don’t you get the ointment?"
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I didn’t know until much later - just a year ago, actually, after I had an affair with his mother - that our afternoon with Peggy wasn’t John’s first time having sex. In just another year or two, John and I would go down our seperate paths, eventually taking us both into much darker places. But for the rest of that summer, we were as close as two kids could be, and we didn’t spend much more time playing army with our friends. We had other ways to spend our afternoons.
Unfortunately, our trysts only lasted until school started again, and the next summer Peggy’s husband began having heart problems. Then things fell apart with my parents. My dad started drinking - heavily - and we dealt with it by hiding the fact that he was now officially an alcoholic. After a couple years of co-dependency, drunken binges, and blackouts, he got in a bad car accident and woke up in jail. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but even that, and losing his drivers license, didn’t help. Eventually, my mom couldn’t handle it anymore; they had a final blow out, knock-down, drag-out fight one night after he came home smelling like a beer/perfume factory, and he agreed to move out.
So my dad packed up his stuff and left the night I graduated eighth grade. That’s when my sister and I learned the peculiar joys of having a divided family.
On holidays, we shuffled around from my dad’s family to my mom’s family, visiting back and forth, all of us always stressed out and every year saying we’d never do it again. But every year we did.
The Christmas weekend during my junior year of high school was the worst.
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We spent Christmas Eve down the street at my grandparents house, with my mom’s sister - my aunt Debbie - and her husband Gregg, their seven kids and his folks. Even a couple of my great aunts and uncles showed up with bags bulging full of food and wrapped gifts.
Everything started out okay, especially that first night; my grandma fixed one of her patented holiday dinners, cooking enough food to serve a small army. We all spent a noisy couple of hours stuffing ourselves full of turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy and more, until we couldn’t breathe. After dinner, my grandma forced plates overflowing with pie a-la mode on everybody, and then the kids got their way and the group moved to the living room to gasp and wheeze, let the belts out and to open presents.
While everybody settled in, my grandpa corralled me into helping him clean up the mess. We cleared away the dishes and stocked the dishwasher, put away the tablecloth, and folded up the card table that had been the kids table; dragging it into the spare room. When we were finished, my grandma took me into the kitchen and handed me a foil-covered plate of cold food.
"Devin? Will you be a dear and take this over to Peggy for me? She was home all alone tonight, and I want her to have a nice supper."
It wasn’t snowing or anything, but it was still damn cold outside. I was about to whine about not wanting to go, but then one of my little cousins pulled the Christmas tree down with a crash, sending my grandma’s antique Christmas ornaments scattering around the room and her high-blood pressure into overdrive.
"Oh, Les!" She moaned at my grandpa, bustling off. "Why weren’t you watching her! Carrie, no-no, honey! Don’t eat that! No! Sweetie! Not in the fire! Here, give it to granny... "
My grandpa just grinned, and I judged that frostbite from walking across the street was preferable to dealing with the chaos of getting the tree back into shape. So I snuck out the back door and ran across the street. I took the stairs leading up the hill to Peggy’s door three at time; rang the bell and waited, freezing. Except for a light on in the front room, her house was dark. I could hear the chime from somewhere deep inside the house.
Nothing.
I hopped around on her porch trying to stay warm and rang the bell again, keeping my finger pressed to the buzzer, singing this little ditty: "Oh, come on, Peggy. Please. Open the door. Come on, come on, come on..."
A light went on in the hallway, and a second later, a bloodshot eyeball peeked out from around some gauzy curtains and squinted at me.
"Who’s there?"
"Mrs. Jones? Peggy?" I smiled at the eyeball and held up the plate of food. "It’s Devin. My grandma asked me to bring you some dinner?"
"Devin?" The eyeball blinked. "Mary’s grandson?"
"Yep. Peggy, Can I come in? It’s really cold out here, and I didn’t bring a coat."
"Devin?" She asked again, then the eyeball disappeared and the curtain fell back into place.
I spent the next few moments vainly trying to keep my hands from freezing, while behind the door, a chorus of locks, latches and chains were unlocked, unlatched and unchained. When the door finally opened, a wave of moist heat hit me like a blast furnace, and all the snot that had frozen in my nose started oozing down my face.
"Brrr. Thanks." I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my sweater and stepped into the hallway. I shivered, despite the heat inside the house. "My grandma said to tell you Merry Christmas, and she was sorry that...you..."
I hadn’t seen Peggy in years. John had stopped coming around after he started doing drugs and got into some trouble with the cops, but I kept up our secret liasons until Peggy’s husband fell ill, just before I started seventh grade. Mr. Jones had several strokes within a few months and required almost constant care, so it didn’t surprise me when Peggy decided that she couldn’t spend any more time with me.
Mr. Jones finally passed away about a year ago, and eventually Peggy became the neighborhood recluse - the goofy old lady that spooked the younger kids, never left her house, spied on her neighbors and gossiped over the phone with her few remaining friends.
"You’re all grown up. I didn’t even rec’nize you." She hiccupped.
We stood a moment, appraising each other. The old woman standing in front of me barely resembled the Peggy I remembered. Peggy was all dressed up, like she was ready to go out on the town, and reeked of alcohol. Her eyes were heavy and she slurred her greeting.
I had a distinct memory of her - a snapshot that was stuck in my head, of how she looked the afternoon she took my virginity. I knew she hadn’t been a young woman even then, but seeing her now shocked me with the realization of just how much time had quickly ticked past. The woman who had seemed so sweet to me then now looked small and worried, and the lush curves of her body that I’d kissed and caressed had melted into soft rolls of fat. Her long, silver hair was now cut short into a curly, cottony white puff around her rosy, pink face, and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
Finally Peggy smiled and held out her arms for me. Buried deep in that sad smile, I caught a tiny glimpse of the woman I had known.
"Devin? Sh’really you!" she slurred, and pulled me into a warm embrace.
"Thanks, Peggy. You look good."
"Phssh." She waved her hand in the air, spraying me with the smell of alcohol. She beckoned for me to follow her as she wobbled into the living room.
The house smelled foul; a horrible combination of booze and that awful, unwashed old-person smell; and over that, a sickly-sweet perfume. It made me want to gag. The heat and the smell got worse after Peggy shut the door, but I wrinkled my nose, gut checked, and followed her, carrying the cold plate with me. In the living room, the windows were all steamed over and she had the television turned on, but with no sound. On the screen, a black and white Jimmy Stewart was frantically discovering the true meaning of Christmas.
Other than the movie, I couldn’t see any evidence of the holiday in the house; except for a small card from my grandma that was displayed on the mantle, right next to a photo/greeting-card of some people that I guessed were Peggy’s son and his family. They were posed in front of a Christmas tree that was too big for the frame: a tall, unsmiling man with salt-and-pepper hair, standing stiffly behind a grim-looking scarecrow of a woman seated next to an equally unhappy looking pair of teenage girls kneeling on the floor. They were all dressed in their starched, Sunday Best, and one of the girls held a tiny, rat-like chihuahua in her lap. The dog was wearing a Santa hat, and looked like it was trying to bite the girls’ finger off. The caption read: ‘Happy Holidays from all of us!’.
"My son sent me that for Chris’mas. They live in Florida now." Peggy reached a small wet bar set against the wall. She used the countertop to steady her footing and navigated her way behind the bar. Then she looked up at me, squinting, and pulled out two big mugs from under the counter. "You look cold. Let’shh get you a Hot T-t-toddy."
"A what?"
She unstopped a bottle of rum and poured.
"H-hot Toddy," she slurred. "It’ll put sh’ome hair on your chest."
"Um, sure. Okay. Thanks Peggy."
I watched her prepare the drinks, and noticed her hands shaking when she finally handed me my cup.
"Cheers," she said, and clinked her mug against mine. She guzzled her drink while I took a sip, grimacing at the taste, then she flopped down on a flowery, plastic covered couch and patted the seat next to her. "Why don’t you sit down and keep me comp’ney?"
I’ve never been much of a drinker, and this tasted nasty. I tried to be discreet and set the mug on the coffee table along with the plate of food. Peggy’s head lolled around on the back of the couch with her eyes half closed, snoring quietly.
"Peggy?" I poked her shoulder. "You awake?"
She snorted and her body relaxed. The mug tipped out of her hands, spilling her drink all over her skirt. Didn’t faze her at all. I sighed and took the empty mug, setting it on the table with mine.
"Ah, Jeez."
Peggy was soaked to the skin, from her waist down. I couldn’t leave her like that, so I took her hands and pulled her off the couch with a grunt, then went in search of her bedroom. She woke up enough to mumble something about sticky fingers and stumble along with me to the staircase. I wrapped her arm around my neck and mine around her ample waist, and we slogged up the stairs to her bedroom. The door was open already, and Peggy slid halfway to the floor when I paused to flick on the lights.
Her room was like I remembered it, except I realized the bed didn’t look like it’d been slept in since the last time I was here, and the dresser was missing. Most of the knickknacks that were scattered here and there were missing too; and the wallpaper had light spots where pictures once hung. Everything was dusty and undisturbed.
Mentally, I smacked my head. Peggy must’ve moved downstairs to be closer to her husband after he got sick, and everything in this room got left behind, no longer needed.
Tough shit , I thought, I’m not gonna carry her back downstairs. No way. She can sleep up here tonight .
I tossed back the covers, then eased her down and stretched her out on the bed. I took off her shoes and set them on the floor; then stared at her wet skirt, trying to decide what I should do with that when Peggy reached over and grabbed me by the wrist.
" Whuahaa! " I yelped, and her eyes fluttered open.
Peggy glanced around the room while my heart settled down. "Devin? What’re you doing here? Why...wait, I ‘member, you brought food, I...I..." She squirmed a little, licking her lips. "Thir’sty." Then her eyes flew wide open and she clutched my arm. "Why am I all wet? Did I...Oh no, I didn’t..."
It took me a second to realize what the panic attack was all about.
"What? Oh! Oh, no, you didn’t p...I mean, you just fell asleep when we were sitting downstairs and spilled a drink. That’s all. I didn’t want you to sleep on the wet couch, so I brought you upstairs. I just kinda assumed your room was still up here, and..."
I trailed off with a shrug. Peggy slowly looked around the room, then settled her eyes back on me and relaxed her grip on my arm. She kicked her legs and grunted uncomfortably, jerking her hips into the air, trying to reach the zipper to her skirt.
"Will you help me wi’f this?" Peggy’s skirt had shifted around to the side; she was nowhere near the zipper.
"Sure. Here, let me..." I unbuttoned and unzipped her, and helped her pull the skirt off.
"Sh’till wet." Peggy hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, slip, and nylons and wiggled, pushing them down off her hips until they stuck around her thighs. She swore and collapsed back onto the bed, looking like she wanted to cry. "Help...?"
I could feel my face flush red at the sight of her pubic hair, and was suddenly a little dizzy. "Are you sure?"
Peggy just closed her eyes and nodded. I slipped her clothes down her legs, and helped her take off her jacket too. Then I pulled the covers over her and tucked her in.
"There you go Peg," I said. She smiled forlornly at me, and something made me lean over. I was going to just give her a kiss on the forehead, but she grabbed my arms and wouldn’t let go.
"W-will you stay here for a while?" She pleaded. "With me?"
My family was probably already wondering what happened to me. "Peggy, I should get back."
"Please, Devin?"
"I don’t..."
"Please. Please don’t go."
Something in her eyes did it. I sighed. "Can I use your phone to call my grandma’s, just to let them know I’ll be a little late?"
"But you’ll come back?"
I nodded. "I promise."
"Okay." She smiled, and I watched a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. "The phone’s in the kitchen."
"Be right back."
I slipped away from the bed and turned back to find her smiling at me, then I went downstairs to hunt for a phone.
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"Did she like the dinner?"
My grandma seemed pretty excited when I told her that Peggy asked me to stay and watch the end of It’s a Wonderful Life with her.
"Oh...uh, yep. She sure did, grandma. Loved it. Peggy says to tell you thanks."
Grandma made a happy sound on her end of the line. "You two have fun. I’ll tell your mom you’ll be home after the movie."
"Okay."
"She says not to forget you’re going to your aunt’s for Christmas."
"Okay."
"You’ll remember?"
"Yeah, grandma. I’ll remember about tomorrow."
"Okay then. Bye-bye."
"Bye, grandma."
"Love you!"
"Love you, too."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
I sighed and hung up as grandma tried another "‘bye!", and assessed my options. I thought about leaving, just quietly walking home; but I promised I’d stay.
"Crap." I muttered to myself and tiptoed back upstairs. If I was lucky, she might’ve fallen back asleep. But no...
"Devin?" She whispered as I peeked into the doorway. "You came back?"
"Uh-huh."
The light from the hallway illuminated the room like a bad horror movie; all I could see was my shadow stretching out over the floor, with soft light framing Peggy’s head. The rest of the room was bathed in darkness. Peggy smiled and waved me inside. She clutched the covers up to her chest, and I noticed her arms were bare.
"Come in," she said, and I did.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I’m fine." Peggy smiled, shyly, and moved the covers. I blinked. Somehow she’d managed to take off her blouse, but not her bra, and was lying there waiting for me. "Will you shut the door, and come and sit with me?"
I did, and I did.
"Such a sweet boy, Devin. My sweet boy, all grown up." She whispered, and her hands fumbled with my belt. "All grown up," she said again, and I shivered as her hands gripped me. And in the dark, for a while, we tried to forget our past.
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I got home quite a bit later than I expected. Everybody was already asleep; I could hear my mom snoring upstairs, even with all the doors closed. A shopping bag full of wrapped presents was on the floor by our Christmas tree, with a card for me pinned to the front. I opened the envelope and found a goofy-looking reindeer grinning back at me. ‘ Merry Christmas ’, it said, ‘ wait for us and we’ll open our presents together tomorrow before we go ’.
"Great," I mumbled, "sounds like a plan." I slipped the card back in it’s cheery red-and-green envelope, dropped it in the bag, and went to raid the ‘fridge.
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On Christmas Day, my aunt Rachel (now on her third husband - a high-powered corporate lawyer named Arnold, or ‘Uncle Arnie’, as he wanted us to call him) invited all of us to their annual Christmas dinner party. Ol’ Arnie greeted us - my mom, my sister and I - at their huge front doors, and proceeded to give us the grand tour of the super-cool, huge fucking house they’d built, just in time for the party. We ooed and aahed at all the right places as he told us over and over how much it all cost.
That’s about when my headache kicked in. It was barely noticeable at first, just a dull ache in my temples. But it got worse.
We finished up the tour with a visit to the kitchen, where my aunt was watching my grandmother (Dad’s mom) supervise the caterers. She was standing with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently, as my grandma bustled around, sticking her fingers into the pots and grimacing.
"Oh, Rachel! That’s not going to be finished in time! Why don’t I just..."
The guy in the chef’s uniform standing at the stove groaned audibly. Didn’t even faze my grandma, but my aunt wrinkled her nose at him and nodded.
"Mom, I’m sure the food’ll be fine. Marco’s been here with his crew for two days, they know where everything is, and I don’t think they need your help. Why don’t you go find Ashley and John and help them find their gifts under the tree." My aunt raised an eyebrow and spoke to her mom like she was a small child. "Hmn?"
My grandmother said something that sounded like, ‘tssk-tssk’, and waved her hand. My aunt rolled her eyes at her mom, and then grinned as she saw us walk into the kitchen.
"Hey!" she squealed, threw open her arms and rushed over to us.
Aunt Rachel hugged each of us, and gave me a tiny little peck on the cheek to go along with my bonecrusher. I’ve got to say, my aunt looked great, even after having two kids. During the early 70’s, just after my sister was born, she’d grown her hair out and wore it long and straight. She laughingly called that her pseudo-hippy period, when she wore tight buckskin pants and looked just like an indian princess. Now her hair was cut in a curly bob and she was dressed conservatively, wearing a dark blue skirt with a matching pinstriped jacket over a creamy, white silk blouse.
She looked every inch the proper lawyers wife.
"Dinner should be ready in a little bit, if mom quits fussing." She turned to her husband. "Arnie, will you do something about her?"
"Sure thing, baby." I grimaced as he kissed her. "C’mon, Marge. Let me show you the billiard room. I bet that’s where the grandkids are hiding."
"But...but...the food!" Grandma twittered as Arnie led her out of the kitchen.
Rachel put her hand to her eyes and shook her head. She and my mom shared a laugh, and then my aunt was forcing appetizers at us.
"Merry Christmas! Eat! Drink! Tell me what’s going on in the real world."
They giggled and chatted. After some small talk, my mom and my sister wandered off, leaving me alone with my aunt.
"Can I get you anything to drink? She opened a monstrous stainless steel fridge and bent inside. I admired her butt, felt my teen-age hormones kicking in.
"A Coke?"
"Comin’ up, Sweetie."
She pulled out two frosty bottles and popped the tops. She handed me one and put hers to her lips. She closed her eyes and sighed as she sipped, then she grinned at me.
"Nothin’ better than suckin’ on a cold bottle of pop."
"Mm." I agreed, grinning back.
"Your dad’s here, you see him yet?"
"Uh-uh." Just knowing he was in the same house made me feel a little sick.
"Waiting till the last minute?"
I nodded, and guzzled soda ‘till I burped.
"Classy. So, Dapper-Dan," she grinned at me over her Coke. "You dating anybody these days?"
I shrugged. "Kinda."
"Yeah?"
I nodded again.
"Just one?"
That made me grin and blush like a fool. My aunt grinned back.
"You like her?"
"Yep."
"She pretty?"
"I think so."
Aunt Rachel waited, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised, this time at me .
"Well?" She asked.
I took a sip. Two could play at this game. "Well, what?"
"How pretty is she?"
"What d’you mean?"
"Pretty as me?" She posed for me, giving me her profile.
I shook my head. "No way."
"Sheesh. I thought I was gonna have to smack you."
"You know, I kinda like that sorta thing now."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really ?" My aunt gave me a shocked look, then she grinned and kissed my cheek. "Crazy kids these days; minds always in the gutter." She rubbed her lipstick smudge off with her thumb. "There." She sat back. "Shall we mingle?"
"Okay."
"You’ll be my date?"
"Sure."
"Because I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed, seen with an older woman and all that. Now that you’ve got a girlfriend, I mean."
"S’okay. Really."
We clinked bottles and she took me by the arm, led me into the house and introduced me to about a hundred different people as her favorite nephew. I enjoyed her attention and everything seemed to go okay right up until dinnertime.
That’s when my dad fell off the wagon, in front of everybody.
Hard.
He’d been sober about six months, supposedly. I don’t really know much about what happened, but at some point in the evening he started walking around sipping a martini. My mom was ignoring him - badly - and then everything went to shit. My dad said something, my sister started crying and she and my mom ran to one of the dozen bathrooms. That caused a shouting match between my dad and my aunt, which ended with my dad slamming his drink back and roaring off in his middle-age-crisis convertible.
Dinner was a bit uncomfortable, but for some reason (pride?), we stayed. After dessert, I wandered off to find a quiet spot to be alone. I managed to locate a room on the fourth floor that didn’t contain any people, just an entertainment system with a big screen TV and a new leather couch. Not too much later, my aunt came looking for me. She found me sitting on the floor with my legs scrunched up to my chest. My head was pounding.
"Dev? You okay?"
She flicked on the light switch; I groaned and lifted my hand to block the glare. I hadn’t even realized the room was dark.
"Yeah. Just a bad headache."
"Oh...here." She clicked the switch again and the lights dimmed until I could just make out her profile. Then she shut the door and sat down on the couch next to me. "Is that better?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
I leaned my head back on the couch and sighed. The leather creaked as she settled in next to me and she ran cool fingers over my forehead.
"Is it okay if I rub your temples?"
"Sure," I said. "I’d like that."
My aunt scooted closer to me and my cheek rubbed against her knee. "Can you squeeze between my legs? I can’t quite reach." I leaned forward a little so she could move her leg behind my back. She stroked her fingernails through my hair, pulling me towards her. "There. Does that feel nice?"
Her skirt wouldn’t let her legs spread too far apart, and my shoulders were wedged tightly between her thighs. Despite the migraine, I was getting a boner.
"Mm-hmm."
"Your mom took your sister home." I half turned around, but she shushed me. "I told her you could stay here tonight. She said that would be okay. Or I could give you a ride home now, if you want."
My head felt like mush, so I grappled with that for a while. "I don’t want to make things any worse for you with Arnie. I mean, my dad, and my mom..."
"It’s okay."
"No. It’s not okay."
"Arnie understands, Dev."
My throat felt raw. "Sure he does."
"Don’t be a snot, Dev." She gave me a little pop on the top of my head. Then, "Look, I know he’s your dad. But he’s my brother. I get it; I understand how much all this hurts."
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed quiet.
"Arnie knew he had a drinking problem years ago. He told me so the first night he and Mike met. And I didn’t believe him. I don’t think my folks believed it either, even when your mom split up with him." She paused for a second, but never stopped stroking my head. I waited her out. "None of us had any idea how bad it got, until this summer. I don’t know why, but Arnie agreed to let me ask your dad to help us when we were building this damn house."
That surprised me. "He did?"
"Yeah. It was awful. If Mike actually bothered to show up, he was too drunk to work." She sighed. "I don’t know why Arnie agreed to let him come tonight."
I chewed on that for a second. Something she said was bugging me, but it was waay off the subject.
"Don’t you like your house?"
"Hm?" She sounded lost. "It’s Arnie’s fucking house. I hate it."
I managed to turn halfway around. "Seriously?"
She nodded. "Yeah.
"Why? I mean, It’s so nice...and you and Arnie, and your kids..."
"Shit." She snorted. "I love my kids, and I suppose I still love Arnie, but..." She shrugged. "Your dad’s not the only person who didn’t wind up the way they expected."
"Wow. I mean, you guys seem so...happy."
She waved her hand. "You know what? I don’t even know most of the people here tonight. Except for you guys and my folks, they’re pretty much all Arnie’s family or his friends from work. Shit, I haven’t seen or talked to any of my old friends since we got married. I barely see my family."
"Wow. I’m sorry." I meant it, but saying the words felt feeble and completely inadequate. "Maybe I should go home. I mean..."
"No, no. It’s okay. Arnie’s too busy schmoozing to even notice I’m missing. Let’s just hide here and be quiet for a while?" She smiled down at me. "Dev, seeing you was the best thing that happened to me tonight."
She mussed my hair and I managed to smile around my thobbing head. "Sure."
"Good." She patted the couch next to her. "Come up here with me."
She took my hands and pulled. I crawled up onto the couch and ended up kneeling awkwardly with my face barely inches away from hers. We both blinked, and she ginned and patted her thighs.
"Here. Lie down."
I flipped over onto my back, snuck an arm under her thighs, and stretched out with my head pillowed in her lap. My aunt was soft and warm and sweet, and for the first time in a long, long time, I let myself relax and enjoy her touch and her smile. She gently stroked my face, and after a while, we both drifted away.
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The clock on the entertainment system told me it was a little after four in the morning. I woke up feeling groggy, like my head was full of oatmeal. I was still lying on the couch, flat on my back, with my head on a fluffy throw-pillow. At first, I wasn’t sure what woke me. The house was quiet, settled. I figured the party was long over, and wondered if anyone had missed us.
I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and yawned; and I realized I wasn’t alone on the couch when my aunt shook and let out a small, quiet cry in her sleep. She was snuggled up against me with her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting on my chest, panting softly. The couch wasn’t all that wide, and she’d thown one of her legs over me, tangling it between mine. She moaned again and rubbed her face into my chest, clutching my shirt with her hand and wiggling her body against me.
"Uh," I whispered, and nudged her softly. "Hey, wake..."
That was all I managed, because my aunt rolled half on top of me. Her hand snaked up past my neck and she started to play with my hair. Her breath was coming in sharp little gasps now, and she straddled my thigh. Moisture seeped into my pant leg as she rubbed her crotch against me, and she started to kiss me, slowly, her soft lips brushing my neck and my chin. Her other arm slid up and her hands cupped my head, and she shifted her body completely on top of me. Suddenly I was hard as a rock, and she was gently riding me.
"Oh God..."
My aunt shivered and clutched me close, then she put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up. She stayed like that for a minute, with her back arched and her hands bunched into little fists, pulling my shirt into a ball. Her body twitched once, and twice, and I felt a warm flood spread over my pants. She collapsed on top of me, and her hands pulled my face close to hers, and she kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine and her little tongue flicked inside my mouth, tickling and probing.
I gently tried to push her away.
"Hey..."
"Sshh," she put a finger on my lips. I could barely make out her face in the darkness, but I thought she was smiling. "If you don’t want this, we’ll stop and I’ll take you home," she said. Then she reached down and stroked my cock through the wet spot in my pants. "Do you want me to stop?"
I didn’t really have to think about it. My aunt took my silence as her cue and she scooted her butt further down on my thighs. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, and I heard her grunt as she forced my pants down over my hips. I sprang free, and she bent over me, her hands gripping me tightly.
"Quiet now."
My aunt kissed the tip of my cock, licking the tip and then working her way down my shaft to my balls. I heard myself groan when she mouthed me. My hips jerked up into her face, pushing me all the way inside her mouth. Her hands circled under my ass, and suddenly I was five again, back in her old apartment. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and push her head down harder, but I didn’t touch her. I didn’t want to do anything that might make her stop, so I let her have her way.
My aunt slowly worked my cock, until I was ready to scream. I rammed my hands behind the pillow and squeezed it until I thought the stuffing might burst out, and listened to the soft, wet, slurping sounds, the little moans and groans, until she had me ready to pop my load. She stopped and kissed the tip once more, then crawled up until she straddled my hips again. She found my hands and pressed them to her breasts, making me squeeze them.
"Take it off," she panted. "Quick."
I didn’t ask what she wanted off. I found the collar of her blouse and yanked it open, popping buttons. I tore her blouse down to her waist and pulled it open, then ran my hands back up to her breasts. She was wearing a thin satin bra, and I pulled the straps down over her shoulders until her hard little nipples popped into my hands. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, softly kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.
My aunt was trying to pull up her skirt, but it stuck at the bottom of her butt. "Shit..." she grunted, pulling away. "Dammit."
I grinned and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my hands over her ass until I found the hem of her skirt, and then gave it a good pull. I heard the material rip and felt it split open, and then I was doing the same to her silk slip. She bent over me, and her tits rubbed my chest. I settled the material up around her waist and played with her ass for a minute. She was kissing me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and grinding her pussy onto my dick.
"Come on, come on..." she panted.
I wrapped my fists around a handful of nylons and panties and ripped them away from her ass, tearing a huge hole in her stockings and ripping her panties in half. Her wet pussy immediately found my dick, and she swirled her hips in a circle as she settled down on me. Then the whole world just slipped away, leaving just the two of us, alone in the dark.
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And that’s something you just don’t tell a girlfriend.
Trust me.
