Her hair was combed, he noticed. Long yellow hair that reached almost to her shoulders.
Pretty hair.
“My husband works on the docks,” she said. “The docks on the Hudson. Early in the morning he leaves the house. Gets out of here around seven and he’s gone all day.”
Johnny was lost. He knew that she was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t figure out what it was all about. He was nervous and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“I’m all alone all day,” the woman said. “Just me and the kid. And the kid sleeps all day. I didn’t want the little bastard in the first place, takes all my time and makes a wreck out of me. I thought I wouldn’t get my figure back when I had the little bastard, you know, but it worked out. At least I think it worked out. It’s hard to say.”
Her hands toyed with the belt of the wrapper. The belt came undone and the wrapper slipped open. He had a glimpse of soft pink flesh and big breasts before she drew the wrapper closed.
He had never seen a girl’s breasts before, had never had much experience with girls. Oh, he’d fooled around a little bit here and there the way all kids do. But nothing too much ever came of it. One time he and Ricky had messed around with a girl named Mary Krauss. She’d let them feel the softness of her breasts through the tight sweater she wore, but when they tried to get their hands up her skirt the game had come to an end.
This was different.
He knew instinctively that something quite remarkable was going to happen. Like most teen-age boys since the creation of the heavens and the earth, Johnny thought a great deal about sex. Now it was coming and he didn’t know what to make of it.
And now the woman was smiling. “So lonely,” she said. “Just me and the bastard kid. I could use some company.”
The robe fell open again. This time the woman didn’t draw it shut. Johnny saw big breasts, huge boobs tipped with large red nipples. He thought the woman’s body was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. He stared hard at her, devouring her with hungry eyes.
She didn’t laugh this time. She reached out and took him by one arm and drew him into the apartment. He didn’t resist. He had no desire to get away now.
“Inside,” she murmured throatily. “I have nosey neighbors. Inside.”
When they were inside she closed the door and turned to him. Once again she opened her robe and once again his eyes roamed over her warm female body. They traveled from the full breasts down over a slightly rounded stomach to her thighs.
“I bleach my hair,” she said. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He didn’t mind.
“Now you can tell me,” she said. “Did I get my figure back or didn’t I?”
His eyes answered her.
“You’re a nice boy, Johnny. A nice boy. You want to touch me a little?”
He couldn’t move. Her hand caught his and pressed it to her breast. He felt the rounded warmth of it and his heart raced. He cupped the breast in his palm and fingered the nipple. When he played with it, the nipple grew stiff and stood out from her breast like a toy soldier standing at attention.
She moved his hand downward.
Downward—
When his fingers were touching the soft warmth of her she shivered with delight. Her own hands became active, fumbling with his dungarees. She touched him.
“Nice,” she cooed. “So big and so strong. Did you ever have a girl before, Johnny?”
He shook his head.
“I’m going to teach you, Johnny. I’m going to teach you everything there is to know. Oh, you’ll like it, Johnny. You’ll like it so much you’ll scream. It’s the greatest thing in the world, the greatest thing there is. And I’m going to show you everything about it, all of it. I’m going to make a man out of you, Johnny my boy. Oh, God!”
She gave a quick shrug and the wrapper fell from her shoulders to the floor. She stepped backward, moving away from him and he started to lunge after her. He wanted her so badly that he could taste it. Before he’d had sexual desires, vague cravings that were hard to define. They were nothing like this. He had to have this woman or go mad.
“Wait,” she said. “Wait.”
He stopped.
“Now watch, Johnny. Look at me. Look at my body.”
She began to move and he watched, dumbfounded. She turned this way and that, showing him each part of her body in turn. She turned her back to him and he looked at her taut buttocks, aching to take them in his strong hands and squeeze until she screamed. She faced him again and bent her body backwards, her feet placed wide apart on the floor. He stared at her.
“Now you,” she said. “Take off your clothes, Johnny. Take off all of them. Even your shoes and socks. And do it slowly. I want to watch you.”
He felt self-conscious doing a strip tease for her but he didn’t have the strength to argue. He was wearing a striped jersey. He tugged it loose from his blue jeans, then pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor.
He stopped then, feeling the heat of her eyes on him. They were burning into his chest.
“So pretty,” she said. “Smooth and hairless. You should see my husband. Hair all over his chest. He looks more like an ape than a man. Hair on his back and shoulders. Not like you. Not beautiful like you.”
He colored.
“More,” she said “More.”
He undid the belt of his jeans, then unbuttoned them. She had already taken care of the zipper. He stepped out of the jeans and left them in a heap on the floor. Again he had to stop. She was eating him alive with her eyes.
“Beautiful,” she said. “So beautiful, Johnny. I could get hot just looking at you. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. My husband drinks beer all night. He’s got a belly the size of the Empire State Building. Not like yours.”
He looked at her again and saw her breasts. He wanted to have them in his hands again. His hands were sweating, itching to touch her.
“More, Johnny.”
He kick off his tennis shoes, peeled off his sweat socks. Then he rolled down his shorts and stood nude before her. He was not embarrassed now. He was too excited to be at all embarrassed at the moment.
“You never did it before,” she was murmuring. “I’m going to be the first with you, my young lover. Oh, I’m going to be good to you. I’m going to be perfect. And you’re going to be good for me, little Johnny. Little? What am I talking about? There’s nothing little about you, is there? Not at all. Big and strong. Come to mama, strong Johnny. Come with me. Come on.”
He took her arm and they walked through a hallway to the bedroom. She pointed to a closed door on the way. “The kid’s room,” she said. “The little bastard of a kid I didn’t want. That big bastard of a husband had to get drunk. He couldn’t be careful what he was doing, so I’ve got the kid. I ought to bring him into the goddamned bedroom and let him watch.”
They reached the bedroom. She brought him inside, closed the door, and melted into his arms. She was several inches taller than he was and he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and kissed her. All of her body was pressed tight against all of him and the contact was electrifying. He felt her firm meaty breasts against his chest. His desire mounted higher from the contact with her sweet warmth.
“The bed, Johnny.”
It was a double bed. She pushed the covers aside and stretched out on the top sheet on her back. She moved the pillows out of the way. “We don’t need pillows,” she whispered. “I’ll be your pillow, Johnny. All soft for you.”
He stretched out beside her, not sure just what he was supposed to do next. He kissed her and his mouth was forced open by her probing tongue. The tongue sank between his lips, past his teeth, and lit little fires all over the inside of his mouth. Her arms clutched him very tight and their bodies were pressed together. He was blinded by desire.