CHAPTER SEVEN
Lonnie pressed the doorbell. Please be home, he thought. The sunlight glared off the white front door. Lonnie turned away and glanced around the large front porch. The white columns were wood, he decided, not stone as he had imagined at first. Oh, well, they were still unique. Jade's house was the only one in the neighborhood that had pillars supporting the porch roof. The house reminded him of one of those southern mansions, and maybe a little bit of an ancient Greek temple.
The house was silent – nothing stirring inside. Where was Jade? She had to be borne, just had to be, or he was going to go nuts. He rang the doorbell again and waited. The bell was working all right – he could hear the chimes going off inside the house. Still no answer. He sat down on the concrete steps of the porch. He'd wait. Maybe she would get home from school soon.
Where in the heck was she? He had assumed that the two of them would walk home together again today. But after school, Jade was nowhere in sight. He had waited around school long enough, had even gone back inside and had checked her locker and homeroom three times. No Jade, though. Suddenly he had the horrible thought that some other teen had walked her home today, and he had run nearly all the way to her house to find out. He had no idea what he would do if he found out that another teen had walked her home, but he just had to find out.
He looked around the yard. It looked very much like his own yard – spruce trees lining the front edge of the lawn, secluding the house from the street, flower-beds thick with red and yellow tulips. A shiny blue-black bird was perched at the edge of the birdbath pecking at the water. The day was summery and warm, with birds singing and the scent of blossoms in the air. Lonnie imagined himself lolling beside a river, fishing pole in hand, grass and dandelions between his bare toes. He lay back on the porch, pillowed his head in his hands, and stretched sensuously.
Maybe he could take Jade fishing this summer. He would take her to his secret spot along the river. They would be hidden by the thicket of willows and cottonwoods. They would be all alone. He'd suggested they go swimming. Then, after they climbed out of the water, he would lay her on the grass and fuck her. They'd be all wet and naked, and she'd be warm under him, and her cunt would feel like a hot mouth around his prick. Shit, the thought of fucking her made him want to yank out his cock now and jack off.
His prick felt like a rod of steel in his pants. His cock had been that way all day. Shit, his prick had been that way all last night. After yesterday's fuck session with Jade, Lonnie didn't think his cock would ever go down again. His prick had tasted cunt for the first time yesterday afternoon, and now Lonnie knew that his cock would never again be satisfied without the feel of a pussy. Shit, if he could just get his cock inside Jade's cunt and fuck her forever, he wouldn't care about anything else ever again.
Lonnie rubbed his cock through his jeans. "Oh, Jade," he said out loud, "come home."
Where in the hell was she? He'd been waiting all night for her, all day. Despite the, unbearable feelings shooting through his cock all last night and all day today, Lonnie hadn't jacked off. He was saving his jism for Jade. Besides, knowing now what it felt like to fuck, Lonnie didn't think jacking off would ever be the same again. Jacking off would be a waste. No hand could ever match a hot, slippery, sucking cunt. Goddamn, Jade, I need you, he thought. I need you so fucking bad.
"Well, well, what have we here?"
Lonnie started. His eyelids snapped open like window-shades. The sun blinded him as he squinted in the direction of the voice. "Jade?"
The figure stepped out of the sun's glare. She laughed. "I'm afraid not, darling, although I wouldn't mind being Jade's age again."
The woman looked like Jade's sister – same long black hair, same shape – although wider in the hips and larger in the tits than Jade – same impish look on her oval face. The one striking difference between this woman and Jade was in the eyes.
Although his woman had the same catlike eyes, they were hazel, in contrast to Jade's flame-like green eyes. And this woman, of course, was older, quite a bit older than Jade.
Lonnie sat up, throwing his book-bag over his lap to hide his hard cock. He hoped that she hadn't noticed his prick. He felt himself flushing, felt his forehead misting suddenly with sweat.
The woman leaned toward him, holding out her hand. "I'm Jade's mother. You can call me Carmen."
"I'm Lonnie Welton. I was waiting for Jade."
He shook hands with her. She had a strong grip for a woman, and she didn't let go. Her goofy smile made him uneasy.
"So you're Lonnie! Your mother has told me so much about you. I was wondering when I'd get to meet you. Your mother was so right – you are a very handsome young man. Come on inside." She pulled Lonnie to his feet.
"Will Jade be home soon?" Lonnie asked. He couldn't think of anything worse than having to sit around talking to Jade's mother for an hour.
Carmen unlocked the door. She put her arm around Lonnie's shoulder and walked him into the house. "She'll be home before too long," Carmen said. "She had a dentist appointment right after school."
Lonnie started to pull away. "Maybe I should come back later."
"Nonsense, darling. You and I really must get to know each other, being neighbors and all." She turned him towards her, holding him at arm length by his shoulders, grinning at him foolishly.
Lonnie smiled back, feeling self-conscious and trapped. He should have left when nobody had answered the door. He hadn't expected this.
"Like our statue?" Carmen asked, drawing him toward the black stone sculpture. The statue sat in a shaft of sunlight, just as it had yesterday when Jade had painted it out to him from up on the stairs.
Lonnie felt himself really flushing now. "I guess so," he said. He looked down at the man's legs and feet, avoiding the long, pointed cock. "Hey!" The word come out before he could catch it.
"What, darling? What's so exciting?"
The man had hooves instead of feet, and his legs were those of a goat. Lonnie pointed this out.
Carmen laughed. "That's because he's a satyr – half-man, half-goat. In Greek mythology satyrs were very sexy creatures." She rubbed his shoulder. "Of course, that's easy to see, isn't it?" She laughed, sounding somewhat phony.
"I guess so," Lonnie said. He wished he could leave. He felt embarrassed as hell. Shit, here he stood with the mother of his girlfriend, looking at a statue of a guy with a hard cock – and a big prick at that.
Carmen laughed again. Everything seemed to be funny to her. She took his hand. "Come along, Lonnie. You can tell me about yourself while I change into something more comfortable." She pulled him toward the spiral stairway.
Carmen's bed was identical to Jade's, having a curtained canopy and a furry pink bedspread. Carmen's bedroom was larger than Jade's, however, with a bathroom entry along one wall. Pink lace curtains hung in the windows, and, as the sun glowed through them, the entire bedroom was cast in pink. Lonnie sat at the edge of Carmen's bed while she changed clothes in the bathroom. More than once he considered slipping out of the house while he had the chance, but what would Carmen think? He knew sneaking out would be impolite, so he sat there as helpless as if he was shackled.
Carmen, who had been talking incessantly all the while she was changing and, thought Lonnie, sounding as giddy and foolish as some of the girls at school poked her silly face around the corner of the door-frame suddenly. "Lonnie, would you do me a favor? Get me my pink bikini out of the upper-left bureau drawer and bring it to me."
Lonnie rummaged in the drawer and pulled out the pink bikini. He couldn't believe what all he saw in the drawer – about a dozen other bikinis and maybe two dozen pairs of panties of all colors. He carried the bikini to the bathroom, wondering how Carmen could ever get her tits into such small tit cups. Without a word, he handed the bikini to Carmen, who was reaching out around the doorframe.