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Title: The Trailer Park
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The Trailer Park
Part 2 of 5
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Standard Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If
you are under the age of eighteen, please immediately do what I would
have done when I was your age. Which is, delete this story from your
hard drive and/or leave this internet site. I know you've left now
like the good little boys and girls you are. But if you haven't or
for the rest of you, enjoy.
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Special Thanks to Russell Hoisington for his help in editing this
little masterpiece. He spent more time editing than I did writing,
thanks to all the typos,mis-spellings, and punctuation errors I
inflicted on him. And now that this is done, maybe he can reward all
of us with more Wynter.
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Chapter V
It was Thursday before Tami and I came home at the same time again.
It had been a fairly quiet week. At least for most of us. Kenny had
already managed to get suspended for smoking. According to his
younger sisters, it wasn't that unusual. Paula hadn't treated me any
different at school, not that I expected her to. I swam a couple of
times with Mikee and Kelly, though Alana didn't put in an appearance.
Tami and I walked toward her house with Mikee and Kelly. Alana had
ridden the bus too, but didn't acknowledge any of us. As we walked,
Mikee twitched and stretched constantly. "What's wrong with you?"
Tami asked.
"I slept wrong last night. I've been stiff and sore all day."
"Are you in luck!" Tami said, and I groaned inwardly. I'd been
looking forward to being alone with Tami, especially after the last
massage when she'd suggested it would be easier without clothes on.
"What do you mean?" Mikee asked, rolling her shoulders.
"I mean that Tony is an expert at massaging tired, stiff, or sore
bodies."
"You are?" Mikee asked me.
"Well, not an expert," I said modestly.
"Would you give me a massage? I really need it."
"Well..."
"Pleeaase?" I already knew that I had trouble saying no to cute
girls, and Mikee was definitely cute. Besides, at least I'd get some
brownie points with Tami for being a nice guy.
"Okay," I agreed.
Tami took charge of the operation. "Come on over to my house and
Tony will take care of you." As we walked in the house, Tami started
pulling cushions of the sofa and placing them on the floor. Then she
poured glasses of Coke for everybody.
"Okay, Mikee. Lie down on the floor," Tami commanded.
"Actually Mikee," I interrupted, "stand up first." She did. I
twirled my finger in the air to indicate that she should turn around.
"Now where are you feeling what?" I asked, looking at her cute little
butt. She was wearing a pair of pale blue cords and a t-shirt.
"My shoulders a lot," she said, pointing over her shoulder. "And
the middle of my back." She moved her arm around to the side and
pointed at the small of her back. "And..." she pointed toward her
butt, but then blushed and pointed down at her thighs. "And the backs
of my legs."
"Okay, lie down," I said, and she did, crossing her arms in front
of her and resting her chin on the backs of her hands.
I knelt down next to her back and took her head and turned it
sideways, so that it was lying on her hands facing the other girls.
I grabbed her shoulders and squeezed hard. Mikee groaned.
Kelly jumped to her feet. "Don't hurt my sister."
"That's okay," Mikee mumbled.
"It's going to hurt before it feels better," I told her and started
really digging into her shoulders. At first there were a lot of
grunts and groans, and Kelly looked like she was ready to tackle me.
But then it turned into sighs as the knots worked out of her.
I was a little self-conscious with Tami watching, but I worked my
way down Mikee's back. I used my knuckles on the small of her back
and then continue rubbing as I moved down to her hips and then her
butt. Mikee was relaxed and practically purring as I kneaded her
firm little ass cheeks and then finished with the backs of her
thighs. I gave her butt a little pat and stood up. Mikee squirmed
and lay half-asleep.
"You touched her rear," Kelly accused.
"Yep," I agreed. "Mikee's muscles were all bunched up, and she has
muscles there too."
"Oh."
I reached down and, pushing my hands under Mikee's arms, lifted her
to her feet, my fingers brushing her someday-breasts. I set Mikee on
her feet and told Kelly, "Take her home and get her to take a nice
hot bath." Kelly nodded, and the two girls left.
"Tony, you're a nice guy." I nodded agreement.
"And a bit of a pervert." I tilted my head questioningly at her,
then after a few seconds, nodded agreement with that too. I sat down
next to her on the cushionless sofa. "My turn?" she asked, starting
to stand.
I shook my head and sat, flexing my fingers. "In a minute."
I sipped my Coke and just enjoyed sitting next to my friend. Then
my mind wandered, and I thought about Mikee's nice firm little ass
and my hands caressing it. I grinned.
"You're thinking about her butt, aren't you?" Tami accused. I hate
it when girls read my mind. Especially when they read it so
accurately.
I decided to risk honesty in the hopes of promoting something.
"You got to admit, it was a very nice... butt." I almost said ass
and that would have been pushing it.
"Pervert!" she accused with a little stamp of her foot.
"I thought we had already established that," I answered with a lop-
sided grin. I was proud of that grin. It made me look mischievous,
not bad. It had gotten me out of a lot of trouble with Mom over the
years.
"You don't have to be proud of it." I looked at her with one
eyebrow raised. Spock fashion. A move I'd practiced in the bathroom
mirror.
She giggled. "Okay, maybe you do. Did you really think she had a
nice butt? I mean she's only a sixth grader."
"That's true," I agreed. "She's a whole year younger than you."
Tami blushed. "Do you think I have a nice butt?" she asked suddenly.
"You have a great butt," I answered immediately without thinking.
Then the not thinking part caught up with me because I added, "Not as
good as Alana's, but a great butt."
You know that sick welling you get when you realize that your mouth
has been freelancing without the benefit of your brain? Way down in
the pit of your stomach? The words were out, and I couldn't take them
back. All I could do was wait and see just how much trouble I was in.
"Yeah, her ass is perfect," Tami said, surprising me twice. Once
because I wasn't in trouble, and once because she said ass.
I considered mentioning her perfect tits, but decided that I had
pushed my luck enough for one afternoon. "Ready for that massage?" I
asked, flexing my fingers.
"Just a minute." She got up and walked toward the back.
I figured that she was going to hit the bathroom before we started.
I got up and knelt by the line of cushions on the floor. I glanced
out window and saw Alana leaning into the window of a black Trans Am
talking to somebody. She was wearing cut-offs that barely came to
the top of her thighs and her bikini top. Her perfect ass was angled
toward me, and I appreciated the sight. Man did I appreciate the
sight as my cock stirred in my jeans.
"I'm ready," Tami said, breaking the spell. I glanced up at her
then did a double take, just like on a sitcom. She'd changed into
her blue bikini. The one I loved and her mother hated.
"I, uh..."
"What's wrong silly?" she asked as she knelt on the end cushion and
lowered herself down. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked with an evil
grin.
"Bengal tiger," I explained as I laid my hands on her shoulders. I
glanced out the window. The Trans Am and Alana were gone.
Tami laughed and reached behind her back and grabbed one of the
strings that held her top on. She started pulling, and I watched the
loop of the bow shrink. She stopped. "Can I trust you?"
I couldn't see her face, she was lying with it facing the sofa.
"No."
She giggled. "At least you're honest." She finished pulling the
bow out. She reached behind her neck and pulled the other bow out
and I stared at her back, knowing that she was lying on her bikini
top and that nothing was holding it on.
I brushed the strings off her neck and grabbed her shoulders again
and started kneading. I was leaning a little to the side and trying
to looking into the cup of her bikini top. I could see a lot of the
flesh of her breast but not her nipple. I sighed, hopefully so
quietly that she didn't hear me. Damn girl's telepathy.
I rubbed her shoulder blades and then let my hands slide down to
the sides of her ribs. My fingers slipped into the cups of her
bikini top, and Tami squirmed but didn't say anything. I knew then
that I could push my hands all the way to her nipples, but I
resisted. I was trying to think long term. I let my fingers slip
out of her bikini, and I continued down her ribs to the sides of her
stomach.
I could feel her body react to my touch and knew without seeing her
face that she was surprised that I hadn't taken advantage of the
situation. I grinned to myself and added a lesson to those that
Paula had been teaching me. Lesson five: it's a good thing to keep
girls guessing.
I worked my hands to the small of her back and teased her spine for
a couple of minutes before moving to her butt. The top of her cheeks
and her crack peeked at me over the powder blue lycra of her suit,
and I let my fingers delicately dance on her exposed skin. She
shivered but still said nothing.
I noticed that her breathing was faster and a little more ragged
than usual. She definitely wasn't falling asleep. I moved my hands
onto the bikini bottom and started kneading her butt cheeks
forcefully. I spent almost five minutes with those heavenly globes
in my hands before tracing her butt crack with a finger and moving
down her thighs. After that I worked down to her knees in about two
minutes, gave her calves a quick knead and patted her butt in my
standard 'I'm done' signal. "There you go," I said, though my throat
had gotten so dry that it was a little croaky.
I moved to the sofa and drained what was left of my Coke in one gulp.
Tami started to sit up. "Don't forget your top," I said without
thinking. Then I mentally kicked myself. Then I took the kick back
and decided it went into the keeping them guessing file.
Tami grabbed her top and sat up, holding it in place, giving me the
strangest look. "I guess I can trust you," she said quietly.
"Don't let that get around. I have a reputation, you know," I said
with a leer. I stood and started for the door, figuring I should try
to make a graceful exit before my cock smashed through my poor zipper.
I opened the door, but Tami stopped me before I could step through.
She stood up, and still holding her top, stepped over and gave me a
quick kiss. Then she changed her hands so that she was only holding
her top with one hand, and she put her other hand on the back of my
neck and pulled me forward into another kiss. A much longer one. As
our lips mashed together, I considered pushing my tongue into her
mouth. Instinctively, I knew that I could, but I also realized that
it would change things too fast. I let Tami have control and just
enjoyed the moment.
Damn, did I enjoy the moment.
Chapter VI
A week later I stumbled into my house ready to die.
It should have been a good day since it was Friday and only a half
day for school.
But I was on the baseball team and the coach decided that we'd
played sloppily on our game on Wednesday and needed extra practice.
I mean, after all we'd only beaten the Leesburg team by 3 runs.
Anyway, the coach scheduled us for a noon to six practice and ran our
tails off the whole time.
I wondered what he'd say if we were all so tired at tomorrow's
double header that we dropped them both.
This was the first year that the junior high had a baseball team.
And Mr. Hallowell, the English teacher, had not been anyone's first
choice to coach it. Or second or third choice, for that matter. But
he had seniority over all the teachers who actually knew what they
were doing.
You got to love the American education system; it's not how well
you do something, it's how long you've been doing it.
Anyway, the team was doing pretty good. We were 3 and 2 in spite
of Hallowell's help. Mostly we ignored Hallowell and did what Ricky
said. Ricky was an eighth grader whose dad coached the varsity for
the high school, and Ricky had spent his springs and summers on
baseball fields since he could walk.
So I got home, dropped my equipment bag in the hallway, took four
steps into the living room and sprawled face first on the sofa. I
was vaguely aware that my mom was sitting in the recliner with a book
in her hands.
"That doesn't go there," she said.
"I know," I said, my words muffled because my face was pressed into
the sofa cushions.
Relative quiet for a few minutes. I could hear mom turning pages
and the soft voices on the TV. Without looking or really listening,
I knew it was tuned to CNN or Fox news. Mom was a news junkie.
"Rough day?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Brutal," I said into the cushion.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked after a few more
minutes.
I turned my head to the side and said, "I'll move it in a couple of
minutes. Geeez." I was a little surprised. Mom didn't usually nag.
"Anthony Marion Sims..."
I sat up and looked at her immediately. She'd used my middle name.
"...I was not nagging you about your bag, though you know it
doesn't belong in my hallway." I heard the subtle emphasis on 'my'.
"I meant, aren't you forgetting about Paula?"
Paula?
I had three different Paula's in classes at school, but I had no
idea what mom was talking about.
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because my threw up her
hands in exasperation. "Paula Grey. Your tutoring session. Biology."
You know the little light bulb that cartoon characters have? Mine
clicked on.
"She called earlier to remind you about your session. I wish you'd
told me that you were having trouble with biology, but I think it's
very responsible of you to work out a tutor."
I stood, my aches forgotten. "I'd better take a shower."
Mom made a show of sniffing the air and then pinched her nose shut.
"One of your better ideas."
I stuck my tongue out at her and then skipped toward the bathroom.
* * * * *
Twenty minutes later, I was showered, changed and ready to get
tutored. As I walked to the front door, I noticed my equipment bag
lying next to the wall. I considered 'forgetting' about it, but I
decided that since Mom thought I was responsible, I shouldn't blow
it. I grabbed my bag and tossed it into my room.
I gave Mom a jaunty wave and headed out the door.
I knocked on Paula's door and waited. It was a beautiful day. The
sky was just starting to darken toward dusk, and there wasn't a cloud
in the sky. It would be a good night for star gazing a little later.
Then the door opened and Paula was standing there and I forgot all
about stars. Except for being barefoot, she was wearing the same
outfit she'd had on at school this morning. White jeans, a black
knit turtleneck, and a gold locket. The sun could have gone
supernova at that moment and I never would have noticed.
It took a couple of tries before I could talk, my mouth was so dry.
"Apparently, I'm failing biology and I need tutoring," I said finally.
She grinned, "You don't take biology until you're a freshman, but I
wasn't sure how your Mom would react to sex ed."
"I'm not sure. She might remember that I took it during the first
semester and got an A."
"Why am I not surprised."
"Trust me. You're a much better teacher than Mrs. McCormick."
"Since she's about eighty years old, I would hope so. You going to
stand out there all night? I'm not sure the neighbors would
appreciate your lessons."
"I'll bet the husbands would," I said as I stepped in and Paula
closed the door behind me.
"Stay!" Paula commanded as if I was a puppy. Not that I'm
complaining.
She walked to the dining room and returned with a pair of straight
back kitchen chairs, which she set next to each other in front of the
television.
"Okay, Tonto, today we're going to work on your seduction technique."
I glanced around.
"Don't worry. All authority figures and annoying little siblings
are out until after midnight, and you'll be out of here before nine."
I looked at my watch, a little before seven. "Why nine?"
"Some of us are not so pathetic as to stay home on Friday night,"
she said with a condescending smile.
"You have a date?" I asked, amazed.
She nodded, an amused look on her face.
"Tonight?"
She nodded again.
"I..." I decided to shut up. Two hours with Paula was a lot better
than nothing. Besides, two could play that game. Maybe I could talk
Tami into some star gazing. I smiled at Paula.
"Okay, slick. You've worked up your courage and asked some
innocent naive young thing to the movies. The first thing you have
to decide is what movie. This week Paula's multiplex has, uh,
'Godzilla,' 'Fast and Furious,' 'Friday the Thirteenth Part Eighty-
One,' 'The Incredibles,' 'Ever After,' and 'Bad Santa.' What do you
see?"
I didn't hesitate. "Depends on the girl. I assume I'm asking
somebody I know at least a little. If it was Allie, probably
'Godzilla' because she loves sci-fi. Danielle loves talking about
fast cars, so she might like 'Fast and Furious.' Most girls I'd give
their choice, but if I'm choosing, I'd go with 'Ever After.'"
"Not bad for a seventh grader. What if she chooses something you
really hate?"
"I watched wrestling didn't I?" I said with a grin.
Paula looked surprised, then grinned. "I guess you did."
"And look what it got me," I added with a leer.
"If I was smart, I'd send you home now and put up a warning about
you in all the girls' bathrooms."
I tried to look hurt, then I grinned. "That could get me a lot of
dates."
"Actually it could," she agreed. She sat on one of the chairs.
"Let's go to the movies."
I sat on the other chair. Paula was on my right. The TV was on
with the sound turned way down. It looked like a music video,
probably MTV or VH1.
"Okay, stud. You've gotten some poor innocent young girl to the
movies. You're sitting here in the back row. Now what?"
Good question, I thought. I wanted to get an A+ in movie 101.
"Well, when we get to the movies, the lights are on and they're
usually showing those ads on the screen. So I'd make sure she was
comfortable and just talk to her. Nothing important, school gossip,
that sort of thing." Paula nodded, so I guessed I was doing all right.
"With most girls, I'd go ahead and put my arm around them." I laid
my arm on Paula's shoulders. "Nice and loose. And I wouldn't use
some phoney yawning and stretching routine." I gently rubbed her far
shoulder with my fingers.
"When the theater gets dark and the previews start, I'll try
pulling her a little closer." I matched actions to words and pulled
Paula closer to me until her shoulder was resting against my side.
"What if she pulls away?" Paula asked, pulling herself out of my
grip.
"Then I don't pass go and don't collect two hundred dollars," I
said. My arm was still around her, and I continued to rub the edge
of her shoulder.
"Huh?" was all Paula said.
"I go back to square one and start all over."
I pulled her close to me again.
"And just how many times are you prepared to go back to square one?"
"Six, I think."
"Six? Then what?"
"Then I figure it ain't happening, and I sit back and try to watch
the movie."
"Why six?"
"I don't know. It just seems like a good number. People say that
the third times the charm, and if it don't happen on the third time
twice..." I left the rest unsaid.
"Maybe she just wants you to be more assertive? More forceful?"
Paula suggested.
"Maybe," I agreed and pulled Paula really close, mashing her up
against my side. "But not my style," I said and released her until
she was barely snuggled against me again.
"Some caveman," Paula said, not pulling away.
"I would have been a rotten caveman," I agreed. "I would have
invented fire and then sat around the fire pit telling stories while
the others hunted and gathered and did whatever else cavemen did."
"My hero," Paula said sarcastically.
"Anyway, professor, getting back to school," I said, "while the
trailers are playing, I'd try to move my hand from her shoulder to
her side." I followed up, laying my hand on the side of her rib cage
and gently stroking her side from the top of her waist to her armpit.
"Being prepared to go back to square one if she balks," I added.
I sat and stroked her warm side. I could feel her breathing.
Paula sighed, "Then what, Tonto? Assuming that the girl isn't
screaming 'rape!' or slapping you upside the head?"
"Well," I drawled. "As the movie goes on, I may do a little
exploring." I demonstrated my plan by cupping her right breast
through her top. She wasn't wearing a bra, which I'd known from
rubbing her side.
I teased her nipple, which was pleasantly erect. I wondered if
that was worth extra credit. When Paula didn't resist, I slipped my
hand down to her waist and inside her top. Then I moved it slowly
back to that hard little nipple.
I rubbed her breast for almost five minutes, tracing her areola and
squeezing that wonderful nipple. I enjoyed the feel of her hot skin
against my hand, and my cock stirred but didn't demand attention.
"Then what?" Paula asked huskily.
"That's it," I said nonchalantly.
"That's it?"
"Yep."
"I don't get it."
"Well, as much I as enjoy exploring and discovering new territory,
I really don't think a public movie is really the place for it."
Paula pulled away, and my hand slipped out of her shirt. She stood
and faced me. "Aren't you the kid who had his hand down my shorts
during an Adam Sandler movie a few nights ago?"
I grinned and nodded.
"And you don't think a movie is the place for that sort of thing?"
I nodded again. "Two big differences." Paula put her hands on her
hips and waited. "One, that was a private house, not a public
theater."
"And two?"
"Two, I was with a girl who was so far out of my league that I knew
I didn't have a chance."
Paula looked stunned. For a minute, I thought she was going to
cry, then she reached down and grabbed the front of my shirt and
pulled me to my feet. "For a kid, you're not bad," she said.
I considered pointing out that she was only a year older than me,
but decided the point for my ego wasn't worth it.
She pulled me closer until her lips closed over mine and her tongue
stabbed into my mouth. I sucked on it, wrestling it with my own
tongue. My hands found natural resting places on her tit and her ass
cheek.
It was almost a minute later when she broke the kiss. "Tiger, you
are dangerous. You should come with warning labels."
I don't know why, but I glanced at the clock on the wall. A little
after eight. An image popped into my head of Paula calling her date
and cancelling, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Then I
decided that honest and open had worked so far; maybe blunt would be
even better.
"You've got less than an hour before your date," I reminded her.
"Want to get serviced now?"
"Excuse me?" she blasted.
"Isn't that why you called to remind me about our tutoring session?
You had a hot date and wanted to get ready for it." I almost said
serviced instead of ready, but decided there was such a thing as too
blunt."
"I..." she snapped her mouth shut, then laughed. "You are some
kind of alien, sent to spy on humans and learn our customs." I must
of looked confused because she laughed again. "No human boy
understands girls that good."
I grinned. "So you want to get naked out here, or in your bedroom?"
She shook her head and started toward her bedroom, pulling her top
off as she walked. Inside her door, she stopped and skinned her
tight jeans down her legs. No panties. Man, did that ass look good.
As soon as she stepped out of her pants, I pushed her down on her
bed and then lowered myself on her, my mouth encircling the tit I'd
been playing with all night. My hand went down to stroke her pussy.
I reminded myself not to rush to the finish line. I rubbed gently
instead of forcing my finger past her gates.
"Have you been practicing?" she asked as I switched my mouth's
attention to her other nipple.
I looked up at her and grinned, then resumed my tongue's
circumnavigation of her areola. A guys got to keep a little mystery.
She put her hands on the top of my head and pushed me down. "Get
that talented tongue to work on my honey box," she moaned.
I smiled inwardly at the thought of my tongue being talented, but
followed instructions. I knelt between her legs, my hands on her
thighs, and licked the slit between her pussy lips.
I teased her outer lips apart and gently licked at her inner lips.
"Take me home, boy," she commanded, and I obeyed. I thrust my tongue
deep into her love tunnel and tried to find her clitty. I must have
done something right because she shuddered, and pushed my face deeper
into her crotch.
I fucked my tongue deep into her, and she thrust her hips back at
me. I could feel her stiffen, then relax as the first wave of her
orgasm hit her. I kept licking her pussy, trying to bring her as
much pleasure as I could. And I have to admit, I liked it myself.
Finally she relaxed and sagged back into the bed like an old rag
doll.
I stood, looking down at her naked body in disbelief. I couldn't
believe that I had had that. There was an alarm clock on her night
stand. Twenty to nine. I figured that it was time to go. Besides,
my cock was ready for some attention of it's own.
I took a step backward, not ready to stop looking at her.
"Where you going stud?"
"Home. You've got twenty minutes to get ready for your date." I
didn't add that my cock was about ready to explode.
"What about your battering ram?" she asked, propping herself up on
one elbow.
I swallowed. "Milady, we had a deal," I said with a small bow.
"You teach and I, as the song says, 'can't get no satisfaction'."
She smiled. "I think you earned some satisfaction." She motioned
me over with her finger.
"I don't think..." I couldn't believe I was saying this, but I had
a good thing going and didn't want to blow it for a handjob.
"Do you know Tyler?" she interrupted. Tyler was her boyfriend. A
tenth grader, varsity football player, and varsity wrestler.
"Not personally."
"If you don't get your scrawny butt over her and pull that meat-
sickle out, I'll tell Tyler that you tried to cop a feel."
A mental picture of Tyler propelled me across the room. As I stood
next to her bed, Paula reached up and pulled my zipper down. My cock
push out of the fly. My white Fruit of the Looms stretching almost
to the breaking point.
"You don't have..."
"Maybe I want to," Paula said as she extricated my hard cock from
it's cotton prison. She leaned forward, and her mouth engulfed my
cock. I felt the head pushing against the back of her throat and
exploded. I felt my cock squirt a stream of semen down her throat
and felt her lips milk every drop before she released me.
"Definitely my fastest blowjob," she said with just a hint of
sarcasm.
"My first," I admitted reluctantly. But I didn't want her to think
I was Quick Draw McGraw.
"I figured."
I stood there, with what I was pretty sure was a dopey look on my
face. "You might want to leave now," she suggested. "Unless you
want to explain to Tyler what you're doing here."
"Getting tutored in biology," I said with a grin as I stuffed my
soft, saliva covered cock back in my pants.
Paula shrugged. "Go home, some of us have to take a shower."
"I could help," I offered.
"If you're still here when I count to five, I'm finding a new
student. One..."
"I'm crushed," I said quickly as I scurried out the door.
As I let myself out the front door, I marveled at how hard I had
worked not to get a blowjob. Not just a blowjob, but my first
blowjob. Not just my first blowjob, but my first blowjob, and from
the hottest girl in the junior high.
It was either the dumbest thing I'd ever done, or the smartest.
Chapter VII
I think I levitated home. I don't remember walking. I swept in
with a huge grin on my face and headed for my bedroom. Mom gave me a
funny look, but Dad didn't even look up. As I passed through I heard
John Wayne say "The hell I'm not," and the sound of someone getting
clobbered. Dad was out of it, in his own world.
In my room, I stripped quickly and jumped into my shower.
I marveled at my situation.
I could still remember the feeling of Paula's mouth surrounding my
cock. And I couldn't wait to experience it again. And other mouths.
But the thought that was uppermost in my mind was that I'd passed a
milestone. My first blowjob.
I'd waited thirteen years for my first one. I wondered how long
I'd have to wait for my second.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of my Tigger towels and
started drying off. I can't stand the rest of the Winnie the Pooh
crowd, but Tigger was definitely cool. I dropped the damp towel in
the hamper by the door and padded naked into my room. Having an
attached bathroom sure made life easier.
I stood in the middle of the room and debated. It was too early
for bed, and television just didn't seem to interest me.
I supposed I could take a walk; after all, it was a beautiful night.
A beautiful night!
I dressed quickly and headed out. I waved at my Mom without
comment and she nodded. My Dad was still immersed in his movie.
From the tempo of the background music, the Duke was getting ready to
set everything right.
Outside, I headed up the street to Tami's house. The lights were
still on, so I figured it was okay to knock. I hadn't checked the
time before I left, but it couldn't be much past nine fifteen.
Tami opened the door, looking surprised to see me. Behind the door
I could see her mother sitting on the coach. "Hi Tam. I thought it
was a great night for a little star gazing. I figured that your Mom
might let you go out if she hasn't heard about what you did at school
yet." Tami looked shocked.
"Heard about what?" her Mom said sternly from behind the door.
I stepped around Tami and looked at her Mom, winking. "Oh, hi. I
didn't realize you were there." I looked back at Tami. "Sorry,
didn't mean to let the cat out of the bag."
"What cat?" Tami sputtered. "I didn't do anything."
I looked back at Tami's mom. "It really wasn't that big a deal.
Cherie should be out of the cast in a couple of weeks." Cherie was a
girl at school Tami had problems with. "And they got the fire out
right away."
Tami's mom tried to look shocked, but broke down in giggles. I
looked back at Tami, and she was glaring at me. "Ready for some
stars?" I asked innocently.
"I wouldn't look at stars with you if tonight was the last night
they were ever going to shine," she said sharply.
"Good," I agreed and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the door.
"We'll be back in an hour or two," I said over my shoulder.
"Not too late," I heard as I closed the door. Like I said, move a
couple on tons worth of boxes and they'll trust you forever.
There was a clearing in the woods behind the park that would be
perfect for some private star viewing, but I decided the lawn in
front would be more comfortable. I pulled Tami and she pulled back,
but not too hard. Enough resistance to let me know she was annoyed,
not enough to say 'No.'
When we got to the front lawn, I scooped Tami into my arms and laid
her gently on the grass before I plopped down beside her. Then I
looked up. It was cloudless, just like it'd been earlier. The sky
was a blue-black and the stars glittered like thousands of diamonds.
Sappy, I know. But then starry nights have been making saps out of
better poets than me for thousands of years.
"Sorry I dragged you out here," I apologized. "Want to go back?"
"Shut up, I'm counting," she said quietly.
A few minutes later she announced, "Six thousand, three hundred
and..." she hesitated a few seconds, "thirty-one."
"You missed one."
"I did not."
"Yes, you did. That one right there." I pointed up at a star that
looked like it's battery was dying. It just barely glimmered.
"You're right. Thirty-two."
"That's a lot of stars," I agreed. "And some of them have planets
just like ours. And some of them have kids like us, lying in the
grass looking up at us."
Tami giggled. "You're a hopeless romantic."
"Don't let the guys on the baseball team find out. I'd never live
it down."
"You going to win tomorrow?" she asked suddenly.
"Of course," I told her. "Or maybe lose. Could be a tie. Or
we'll get rained out."
"That's what I love about you. Your certainty."
Love? She'd said love.
Should I tell her I love her? Did I?
Should I say something that I loved about her? After all, she
hadn't said she'd loved me, Just that she loved something about me.
In the end, I was a chicken. "Going to come tomorrow?"
"I think maybe I will. Going to hit a home run for me?"
"I don't know about a home run," I said modestly. "But I know I
can't strike out if you're watching."
We drifted into silence.
I'm not sure how long we lay there. Fifteen or twenty minutes I'd
guess. I thought about rolling over and kissing her. Instinctively,
I knew she'd let me. But I didn't want to ruin the moment. So I
just lay there. Close to her.
Finally Tami broke the silence by asking if I'd heard about the
bust at the high school. I hadn't so she filled me in. Apparently
one of the cheerleaders got caught with some meth in her locker.
"Missed by one vowel," I said.
"What do you mean?" Tami asked, confused.
"Math in her locker wouldn't have gotten her trouble. It would
have surprised a lot of people, but it wouldn't have gotten her
busted."
"You're weird," Tami said. I took it as a compliment.
We lay in silence for awhile longer, then I rolled over onto my
knees and stood up. "We'd better go. I don't want your mom
worrying." I held out my hand to Tami and pulled her to her feet.
I took her hand and we walked back toward her trailer.
At her door, I gave her a hug and stepped back.
"I wouldn't get mad if you kissed me," she said quietly, almost in
a whisper.
I grinned. "I know." I bowed at her, then turned and jumped off
her porch. Always keep them guessing, that's my motto.
"You gay or something?" Tami asked, looking surprised.
"Ask me that the next time I've got my hands on your cute little
ass," I replied, gave her another bow and skipped down the street.
Yeah, skipped. Got a problem with that?
I stood on my own porch and looked up at the stars again. The
thing I couldn't figure out was that I felt just as good leaving Tami
without even a kiss as I had leaving Paula after a blowjob.
Damn. Is life complicated or what?
Chapter VIII
"You were great today," Kelly said, standing in front of me as I
sat on my porch.
"Well..." I hated to argue with a ten-year-old, especially when she
was right. It had been a great day for baseball. Blue skies and
just a few white fluffy clouds to keep the sun from getting too hot.
We were playing the team from Olympia and a lot of people said they
were the team to beat in the state this year.
In the first game we just out-hit the other team for an easy five-
two win. In the second game we were down by one with two out in the
seventh inning, and in junior high baseball, seven is all you get. I
stepped up to the plate and belted a two-run homer to win the game.
Anyway, that's the way I'll tell it to my drinking buddies a few
years from now. The reality was a comedy of errors. Mistake on top
of mistake.
We had Carl Davis on third and Jimmy Sexton on second. We were in
position to score.
Mistake number one, my coach didn't pinch hit Billy Taylor for me.
I've been hitting mediocre at best all year; Billy's been belting the
ball. Mistake number two, I swung at the first pitch. Never a good
idea especially when the pitcher has a wicked curveball. I caught a
piece of it and hit a one-bouncer straight to the shortstop for what
should have been an easy out.
Mistake number three, the shortstop bobbled the ball. What should
have been an easy grab and throw, he turned into a juggling act.
Mistake numero cuatro, the first baseman waited for the throw with
his foot stretched across the base. All he has to do is touch the
base with the ball in his glove and he's got the out. One of my more
vicious coaches in the past used to say, if he's got his foot across
the bag, he's trying to slow you down. Go through it. I said he was
vicious. He was also very good.
Mistake numero cinco, instead of going through his leg, I slid head
first into the base. The umpire called me safe, which wasn't a
mistake because I beat the throw by a good tenth of a second. While
I was sliding into first Carl was crossing home plate. Mistake numero
six, instead of throwing home to stop Jimmy from scoring, the first
baseman starting arguing with the umpire. Jimmy scored and we won.
Actually it was another five minutes or so before we won. Both
coaches and both umpires got into an argument about whether it was
legal to slide into first. They finally listened to Mr. Calloway,
Ricky's dad, when he said it was legal, just stupid. After all
running through the base was faster.
But while it may not have been my greatest moment at the plate, I'd
had a real good day at second base. Ricky was at short and we made a
couple of good double-plays. So when Kelly said I was great, I
wasn't prepared to argue.
"Thanks."
Paula had been at the game with some of the other cheerleaders.
She'd even cheered for me. Of course she cheered for everybody on
the team.
Tami had been there too. At least for the first game. I'd had a
chance to talk to her after the first game and she told me how good I
was. I tried to be modest, but after all I was the only seventh
grader on the team.
Tami left during the first inning of the second game, so she didn't
see my game winning performance. With luck she wouldn't hear about
either. She and her mom were going to Seattle for the night.
"I didn't realize you were there," I said, returning to the present.
"We were sitting on the Olympia side."
"You traitor," I accused.
Kelly giggled. "We used to live there. Kenny's been in fights
with most of the guys on the team."
"You're forgiven."
"Thank you, sir, " Kelly said mockingly with a small bow. "You
don't know how relieved that makes me."
"You know, at times I can see a little Alana in you," I mused.
Kelly giggled again. "I'm not sure whether to kiss you for that,
or kick you between the legs."
Involuntarily, I closed my legs.
Kelly fidgeted a bit as she stood silently in front of me. "You
know, Mikee says that massage you gave her really felt great," she
said finally, just trying to make conversation.
"I'm glad it helped." Kelly fidgeted some more. "She said it
really made her feel good."
I'm a little slow at times, but I realized that I was being hinted
at.
"Maybe some day, you'll be hurting and I can do one for you," I
suggested.
"Wellll..." she said, and I swear I could see the wheels turning as
she wondered if she should claim to be hurt.
I took her off the hook. "Of course, if you ever want one, all you
have to do is ask."
"You mean it?"
I inclined my head.
She stood looking at me for almost a minute. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"You said," she accused.
"You haven't asked me anything."
Kelly giggled again, blushing slightly. "Can I have one of those
massages?" she asked, not quite looking me in the eye.
"What do I get out of it?" I asked as I climbed to my feet and
stretched.
"A date with Alana."
"If you could deliver," I said, looking down at her, "you could get
a hell of a lot more than a massage."
"I know," she said smugly, sounding a lot older than ten.
I grinned and waved her up the steps. "Come on." I opened the
door and ushered her in. My parents were at some kind of dance
recital for my sister, so the house was empty.
I led Kelly into the living room and started pulling the cushions
off the sofa and lining them up on the floor. Something that Mom
would definitely not approved of. For a second, I wondered if Tami's
mom got annoyed at my pulling her cushions out.
Kelly was standing at the head looking unsure. I cocked my head
questioningly at her. "Tami said..."
"Yes?"
"Tami said, it was better without clothes," she said shyly.
I made a mental note to kill Tami.
"Not without clothes. Without heavy clothes, like jeans and
things. You're okay." She was wearing a tight yellow t-shirt and
pink shorts that said CUTE on her butt. It was, too. Kelly looked
relieved and lay down.
I knelt beside her and gently started rubbing her shoulders. I
didn't need to dig in like I had for her sister. She moaned lightly
so I guessed I was doing something right. I worked down her back and
teased her spine by running my knuckle down the length of it.
When I got to her butt, I really enjoyed myself. I mean, I know
she was only ten, but she still had a cute little ass. And I had no
trouble imagining how hot she was gonna be in a couple more years.
Besides, at ten, I figured she wouldn't notice as much as Tami or
even her sister.
I spent almost ten minutes on her butt, then moved down her legs.
Her thighs were muscley. I knew she was into a lot of sports;
softball, basketball, gymnastics and volleyball. Finally I gave her
butt a final smack and stood up. "How was that?"
Kelly rolled over and looked up at me. "It felt really good," she
said with a smile, then looked puzzled. "What?"
"I'm not complaining."
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering." I made a fist and held it out in front of
me waving it around.
"What, Already?"
Kelly giggled. "How come you only do my back?"
I swallowed wrong and started coughing.
When I recovered, "It's just that girls have some private areas in
front. You need a masseuse."
"Why do I need a moose?" she asked so innocently that I wasn't sure
if she was serious or not.
"Ma-sseuse. A female massage giver. I would be a masseur. A male
massage giver."
"Weird words," she said with a giggle.
"They're French. The French can screw up anything. Look at all
the French words you have in your gymnastics."
Kelly thought about it for a few seconds, then said, "I don't
really have a private area on top." She rubbed her chest to
emphasize her point. She was flat as a board.
"You have a private area. It may not be very big yet..."
"Like Alana's."
"Like Alana's," I agreed, "but it's still your private area."
"If it's my private area, I can give you permission to rub it and
make me feel good," she suggested.
I flashed for a few seconds on rubbing her chest. I wondered if
she had any nipples at all. Then I pictured her watching television
with her mom tonight, making idle conversation. "Mom, Tony rubbed my
chest today. It felt really good. Just like when he rubbed Mikee's
butt."
The way I saw it, six things could happen. One, Mom would say
"that's nice dear," without really listening. Two, she would send
her husband over to talk to my dad. Not the end of the world, but dad
would give me that 'I'm disappointed in you' look. Three, she could
come over herself and talk to Mom. Still not a crisis, but there
would be a series of lectures from Mom about sex in general and
respecting girls in particular. Not very comfortable. Four she
could send for the sheriff. Probably not a problem; I'm good at
acting innocent and naive. Five, she could send Kenny over to beat
me up. I've never been a fighter, but I was in pretty good shape. I
could take him. Or six, she could send Alana over to take care of
me. Now that was a scary thought. I had a feeling that she could be
vicious.
"Well?" Kelly said, breaking me out of my fog.
"I don't think it would be a good idea."
"Please?"
"Your mom wouldn't like it."
"I'm not going to tell her," she said sarcastically. "What do you
think I am, stupid?"
"I really don't think..."
"Pleassseeeee?" Puppy dog eyes. Why do girls have to break out
the puppy dog eyes and drag out the please word.
"I guess." Kelly jumped up and hugged me, then lay back down on
her back, her arms spread-eagled.
I knelt beside her and put my hands on the sides of her neck and
gently rubbed.
I was still a little nervous about this.
I didn't think I was doing anything wrong, but I was old enough to
understand that perception is more important than reality half the
time. And some people, especially mom-type people, could perceive
this badly. I didn't think this was sexual. Hell, she was ten. I
mean, I'd rubbed her butt a long time, but it was more because I
could than because I was getting turned on. I moved my hands to her
shoulders. The bones were different in the front, and it took me a
few seconds to figure out just how to work her muscles.
The thought crossed my mind that if I did a great job, I could get
her to tell Tami just how wonderful a front massage was. Subtly, of
course.
I moved down to the sides of her rib cage. I avoided her chest
with my hands, but couldn't help looking at it. It seemed perfectly
flat. I noticed that her breathing was slow and relaxed and she was
watching me through half-closed eyes.
I grinned at her. In for a penny, in for a pound, I said to myself
and moved my hands onto her future playground. Old joke. Why don't
girls have hair on their chests? Because you don't put grass on a
playground.
Her future breasts didn't feel much different from the rest of her
chest. I couldn't feel nipples or boobs or anything. The muscles
seemed a little harder. Other than that, nothing.
I moved down to her stomach. Her stomach muscles were tight and
firm.
I wondered how far she expected me to go.
I wondered how far I expected me to go.
I moved my hands down to her hips. When she didn't complain, I
moved toward the center and gently rubbed her pelvis. I glanced at
her face. She was lying there, eyes still half-closed and a Cheshire
cat smile on her face.
I let my fingertips graze the crotch of her shorts as I moved down
to her thighs. Kelly opened her legs up, and I wondered exactly what
she meant by that.
If it was an invitation, I decided to ignore it. Then I decided
that I was getting sex-crazed. She was ten, for god sakes. She
wasn't inviting me into her crotch, she was making it easier for me
to finish her legs.
Which I did. Finish her legs, that is. I worked my way down her
right leg, working her muscles hard on the top and inside. Down to
her knee and then back up her left leg. I took a last look at the
pink crotch of her shorts. They were pulled tight to her body, and I
imagined for a second that I could make out the slit of her pussy.
I mentally kicked myself in the ass for my thoughts, slapped her on
the stomach, and stood up.
"All done, munchkin." I almost called her pixie, but one of my
favorite erotic authors had just done a great pixie story and I was
trying to get my mind back on track.
Kelly's eyes snapped open and she sat up. "I'm not a munchkin.
I'm average for my age."
"And cute too." I reached my hand down to her, she took it and I
pulled her to her feet.
"She smiled. "You're hired. You can do that all day, every day."
I held my hands out in front of me and wiggled my fingers. "They'd
fall off."
Kelly grinned.
"Now get out of my house before I remember that professionals get
sixty bucks a half-hour for doing that!" I roared and lifted my arm
as if I was going to hit her.
Kelly giggled and ran toward the door. She stopped, skipped back
to me, reached up and grabbed my neck, pulled me down to her level,
and kissed me on the cheek. She giggled again, then ran back toward
the door. She pulled it open, then looked back at me. "Tami's right.
You're the best ever." Then she was gone.
I walked to the front door and shut it.
Tami thought I was the best ever.
Life was good.
Then I remembered some of the thoughts I'd been having about Kelly.
I wondered if that was a sign that I was jerking off too much.
My cock had gotten half-hard. I reached down and gave it a squeeze
through my shorts. On the other hand, I thought as I headed toward
my bedroom, maybe it was a sign that I wasn't jacking off enough.
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