Harry's breath was coming faster and faster. He jerked his pants open and rammed his penis out, exposing its full length to her view as he nervously jerked at her skirt and panties. He hadn't just pulled it out to show her what it looked like. He was so aroused that he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
"Jesus, Jane, lemme in! Lemme in there before I… ungh… ungh… uuuuungh!" he yelled.
The angry red head of his penis exploded right before Jane's eyes and shot a thick wad of sperm up on her blouse. He hadn't even begun to get close to his goal, so he missed by a mile and sent his semen spewing through the air onto her clothes.
He wasn't as drunk as she was and the premature climax was so embarrassing to him that he stuffed his organ back into his pants and began wiping her off with his shirttail. He mumbled under his breath and looked away from her face as he finished the job, then started up the car and headed for her house fast. Jane lay back against the seat. Harry had nothing to hide behind, but she used her intoxication as a crutch and pretended to be dead drunk so she wouldn't have him trying to talk to her. What had happened was bad enough. Talking about it could only be worse, she thought.
At the driveway he stopped without pulling all the way to the door and began mumbling something that sounded partly like an apology and partly like peevish grumbling. She got out and said, "Don't try to talk now. I drank so much I think I'm going to be sick." Then she trotted to the front door.
They both knew she was lying but her words let them get away from each other fast, and at the moment he wanted to do that as much as she did. She wasn't nearly as drunk as she'd been pretending, but she was far enough into her cups that the time had slipped away from her. She suddenly realized it must be near midnight.
Kathie and Karen would be in bed asleep by now, she thought, so at least she'd be spared having them see her stumbling across the yard. And Jerri would probably still be out with Rodney, so there was nothing to worry about there either. After their discussion in the patio that morning about how a nineteen-year-old girl should act and dress, Jerri was the last person she wanted to see her in her present state. She was only partly right. Jerri was still out with her boyfriend all right, and the two younger girls were even in bed-but they were far from being asleep.
Upstairs in their bedroom both girls were sitting on their haunches in their nightclothes with their eyes trained on the window of the house across the street. "Hey, what was that?" Kathie asked Karen.
"Shhh! It was probably just Mom coming home. Remember? She went out to dinner tonight. If you don't be quiet she'll hear you and know we're still awake. Then we'll both get in trouble.”
But Karen's words were wasted on her little sister. There was new activity in the lighted window across the street and she would much rather watch what was going v on there than argue with Karen. She tugged the sleeve of Karen's loose-fitting shorty nightgown and pointed avidly toward the window.
She put her mouth right next to Karen's ear. In the faintest whisper she could muster, she said, "Wowee, they're back. And look, the woman's got her bra off.”
"So what, dummy? You never seen a pair of boobies before? Just because you aren't old enough to have any yet, and are always trying to see Mom's and mine doesn't mean I dig seeing that woman's. The guy is the one I want to see.”
"I do not try to see yours and Mom's. Besides, your ninnies don't even count as boobs yet. Big deal! And don't call me 'dummy’ The guy is the one I want to see too, but if the woman's taking her clothes off now then he'll be there too pretty fast. That's the way they did a couple of weeks ago when we almost got to see them doing stuff with each other. Now who's the dummy?”
Karen pulled away from her little sister and gave her a wilting look.
"Okay, okay," she hissed. "Just pipe down, will you? If you don't keep quiet I'll make you get off my bed. And remember, you can't see a darned thing from your bed.”
But it was too late. The light flipped on and Jane stood with her hands on her hips staring at the bare bottoms of her daughters as they peered out the window. They were so engrossed in what was going on across the street that their nightgowns had crept up far above the cheeks of their young buttocks. They both wheeled around in the bed as the light went on and found their mother staring at them with a frown on her face.
"What are you two doing awake at this hour? And what's all that chatter about? I could hear you all the way down in the living room. What are you looking out the window for?”
"Uh… we were… I mean I was-" began Kathie.
"She thought she heard something outside and I was just showing her there was nothing there. She's always getting scared, Mom, you know. We didn't mean to bother you. We'll go to sleep now," said Karen.
Jane accepted their explanations and flipped off the light. After she was all the way downstairs, Karen acidly whispered, "See, I told you. You almost got us in trouble. You have to stay over there in your bed now and it serves you right.”
But when Karen looked back out the window she saw that the light was off in the house across the street. She wouldn't be able to see anything tonight anymore than Kathie would. When would it be, she wondered, when she'd get to see the man again with his pants off? She'd only got to see him that way once before and she was dying for a repeat performance. She still remembered how his penis had looked even though she only had a fleeting glimpse of it. She had seen the naked organs of boys in the neighborhood of her own age from time to time, but seeing what a grown man's looked like was different. She went to sleep with the thought of it in her mind.
Below in the master bedroom, Jane had also retired for the night-for the second time. She was almost glad that the girls' chattering had gotten her out of bed earlier, because her experiences with Harry had left her in no condition to sleep. If it hadn't been for the liquor, and being able to pretend she was much drunker than she really was, she didn't know what she would have done. It was bad enough for her to have gone with Harry in the first place and let him talk her into having a drink. She should have known from the way he always looked her up and down and paid special attention to her short skirts and to the tight bodice of her amply filled dress that he had more on his mind than business. But worse still was what she'd let go on in the car on the way back.
There was just no way for her to rationalize letting him get his hands on her like that. She couldn't explain it to herself and she didn't even want to think about it. But the way he had made her feel-even though he got too anxious and ejaculated before he even got her panties down-couldn't be shrugged off. She lay in bed and fought off the exciting thoughts that tried to gain sway over her mind.
But thinking was one thing and acting was another. As she drifted off toward sleep, Jane ran her hand underneath the light silk of her filmy nightgown and allowed her fingers to approach the sensitive Y of her groin. Even when her fingers threaded through the coils of her pubic hair towards the moist lips of her very sex, she still pretended she was asleep. And in actual fact she very nearly was asleep by that time-otherwise she would never have been able to continue with what she had begun.
But she certainly did continue the delicate manipulations of her fingers in the damp hollow of her groin, and she continued without slowing down. That night, for the first time since she had been a teenager, Jane masturbated herself. And when, in the darkness of her bedroom, her busy fingertips had stimulated her wet genitals to a thoroughly satisfying climax, it was almost as though it were not really happening. It was more like a new and exciting part of one of the dreams she'd been having with increasing frequency during the past few months.
She slept so well that Jerri didn't even awaken her when she came home at three o'clock in the morning from her date with Rodney. The next morning Jane lay in bed longer than usual before getting up. She stretched and smiled, extending her long legs far under the sheets and raising her arms high above her head. She felt better than she had in a long time. Without admitting to herself the part she bad consciously played during the night's little interlude of masturbation, she nevertheless allowed herself to recall with complete enjoyment the way it made her feel.