"Tell us again," Mickey asked, after he had become convinced that Wayne actually had fucked her, sucking eagerly at the can of beer tilted to his lips. "Tell us what Miss Frazer… how she wanted you to screw!"
"Fuck me, lover-boy!" Wayne repeated proudly. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"
"God damn," Knuckles Gerber moaned, "she ever tell that to me, and I'd shove my prick clear to her nostrils!"
"Hell, the woman would bite that cock of yours clean off with her cunt," Wayne snorted derisively. "Takes a stud to satisfy pussy like her, let me tell you. You better stick to Sharla, with her flat ass and a snatch the size of a cow-flop. Ol' Miss Frazer is pure class, and better than Sharla and Nancy put together!"
"Yeah?" Knuckles snapped back, his own pride slighted. "I could show that broad more'n you did!"
"No way, man," Wayne responded. "I had her flyin' to the moon, begging for more when I was through. I would've given her more, too, only I had to get home before my ma laid an egg."
"Aw, I think you wuz only dreaming while jerking off in the bathroom," Mickey retorted. "Now my old man, he's got a pecker that hangs clear to his knee-caps. I bet he could…"
"I tell you I did!" Wayne bellowed angrily. He snapped open another beer and took a long, even swallow from the beer. Then he slammed the can down on the cement floor. "In fact," he lied, "she wants me to slip the meat to her again, any time I want!"
"Bullshit," Knuckles challenged, stabbing back for the insult he'd received. "Somebody get the shovel; it's getting thick in here."
"Yeah?" Wayne, now smarting, continued his belligerency. "Well, how much you want to bet me, wise-ass?"
"Hell, I'll betcha a case of this lousy green beer," Knuckles sneered back at the boy.
"Where the devil are you going to get a case of beer?"
"Never you mind. I'll get it when you bang Miss Frazer again, and don't you try to squirm out of it, either. Mickey here heard the bet, right?"
"The hell I am! I said I was, and I will," Wayne answered with more confidence than he felt. "You better start roundin' up that beer, that's all."
"How we going to know if you screw her, Wayne?" Mickey asked.
"Cause I'll tell you, that's how you'll know," Wayne Conroy answered hotly.
"Ain't good enough," Knuckles said, grinning. "I'll need proof, and I mean more than a couple of hairs off some twat, too. No super-keen broad like her wants to diddle around with young guys, I figure, so I ain't payin' off no case of beer unless I'm there watching it happen with my own two eyes."
"Watching?" Wayne scoffed, trying desperately to think of some way out of the corner into which he'd talked himself. "You want to hide behind her curtains or something and watch? That's the craziest…" And then the boy stopped talking, his mouth clamping tightly over the rim of his beer can. A devilish gleam came into his eyes, and a wicked little smirk creased his lips as his brain churned with new-found lasciviousness.
Mickey frowned at his companion. "What'cha thinking, Wayne?"
"I'm thinking that maybe you and Knuckles can do just that," Wayne snickered lewdly. "I've got me the beginnings of a plan…"
"Shit," Mickey groaned, his own eyes suddenly growing with a lusty gleam. "I'd never be able to just look. I've got my own things I'd want to do to that sweet little snatch of hers."
Wayne Conroy laughed. "Well, maybe that can be worked out, too."
"Yeah?" Knuckles leaned forward intently. "Then let's hear it."
"Well, keep your pants on and I'll tell you," Wayne Conroy said importantly. He took another long swig of beer, feeling that now he was the unquestioned leader again, and once more in control of the situation. "First off, if the three of us take her on, she'll be screaming bloody murder."
"I thought you said she liked it," Knuckles taunted, but with less certainty than before not wanting to lose out in case Wayne was telling the truth.
"Shut-up, you turd," Wayne snarled. "She loves cock okay, only she'll be frightened at first. That's only natural with women, until they get going. Remember when we gang-banged Lucy Hamilton the first time? She set up a banshee wail that brought in the hogs for miles around, but Jesus, after our first time 'round, she was screaming for more. That's the way it'll be with Miss Frazer, I guarantee."
"Yeah, you might just be right," Mickey said, nodding his shaggy, unkept head up and down. "But we took Lucy out in the woods in back of her house, so nobody'd come a runnin'. How do we get Miss Frazer?"
"Yeah man, that's what I want to know," Knuckles added eagerly. "What'cha got in mind – knock her out cold with a wrench or something?"
Wayne Conroy cast a glare at the other boy. "If you'll shut up for a minute, I'll tell you," he growled.
Silence, except for the gulping of beer down young throats.
"Okay, now listen," Wayne continued. "If we took the rotor out of the distributor of her car, it wouldn't run, right? And if it didn't run, then she couldn't drive home after school, right? She'd have to walk to her rooming house, and the shortest way ain't by the road, but by cutting across old Ebenezer Treakle's farm."
"Yeah, that's how she'd go, I bet, across his back pasture."
"And she'd have to pass right by that old hay barn of his."
"Exactly," Wayne said, puffing out his chest. "All we gotta do is be waiting for her, and when she comes along – pow!"
"Jesus, that's a beauty," Mickey said gleefully. "Ain't nobody goes near that barn. She could yell all she wanted, and never be heard. When you think we should do it, Wayne?"
"Monday! Monday we'll fix her car and then we'll fix her wagon, but good!"
"Right on," Knuckles Gerber agreed heartily. "I'm all for it! Hell, just thinking about getting into Miss Frazer's snatch gives me a bone on a foot long! Monday it is!"
The three teenage boys, none of them over fifteen years of age, sat and looked at one another with sly, animalistic grins contorting their youthful faces. Lewd gleams were glittering hotly in their eyes, telegraphing the images in their minds of how they were going to rape their tight-assed, unsuspecting teacher day after tomorrow.
Greedy lust burned in Wayne Conroy's brain, and he was filled with the desire to be ramming his impatiently puulsating hardness into Miss Frazer's hot little cunt right then, right that Goddamned minute. But other thoughts were also swirling heatedly in his head, foul and bitter thoughts of the revenge he was going to have upon the older woman come Monday afternoon. The bitch! Make him out not to be man enough for her, would she? Tell him she was going out of her mind for his prick, would she – and then throw him out after he'd fucked her half to death? Well, just let her wait until he and Mickey Hagen and Knuckles Gerber got through screwing her! She'd wish to hell she'd never treated Wayne N. Conroy like he was a dirty sock full of shit!
Man, his pecker was hard as a board just thinking about it! His mouth felt dry in spite of the beer he'd drunk, and small beads of sweat were unconsciously forming on his brow. Just you wait a couple of days, teacher, the boy thought maliciously. Just you wait, and then you'll find out was a piece of ass is all about…