"Yes. Boy, what a letdown he was."
"I should think so, Elly. Get in bed and let's go to sleep."
"I don't feel much like sleeping. I haven't slept at all yet."
"Those bennies he gave you earlier," I said, the idea of it hitting me suddenly. "That's what it is. I've heard those things keep you awake, sometimes for two or three days."
"He only gave me one, Tommy."
"That's enough to keep you from sleeping, I guess."
She snuggled down on the bed close to me. "You know something Tommy? I thought it would be lots of fun to make love with an old guy like him, but I found out different."
"I guess you did, all right," I retorted, "if that's the kind of guy he turned out to be."
"Oh, he likes girls, too, Tommy. He really does. I guess he likes everything that's sexy."
"Yeah. I never heard of that." I hadn't heard of it.
"I'm going to tell you something he said to me, Tommy. He said that his sister likes to go down on girls, too, as well as boys. Why would a woman want to go down on a girl?"
This flabbergasted me. "I don't believe that," I said. "I think he's just trying to make her out to be as nutty as he is, that's all. Mrs. Devine ain't no whatchacallit!"
"How do you know?"
"Well, I don't. But I would have found out, I think. He's just lying about her. She's not that way. I'm pretty sure of it."
"He wanted to get to you and wanted me to go in the bedroom and tell his sister I wanted to go down on her, Tommy."
"I figured there was something nutty about that guy. I just knew it. I had a funny feeling about him."
She put her blonde head on my naked shoulder. "Tommy, let's do it and forget all about these people."
I must have misunderstood her. "What?" I inquired stupidly.
"Do it to me, Tommy. Then I won't feel so funny about him."
"I don't follow you."
She sighed. "I really don't know what I mean, Tommy. All I know is that Mom and Dad will be home today and we won't get a chance to love one another, maybe for a long time – so do it to me all you can now – please?"
"Gee, Elly, after hearing all this stuff about Basil, I don't know. I mean, it leaves a funny taste in my mouth. I don't want to…"
She kissed the side of my face. "Tommy," she said softly. "Please?"
"All right, Sis," I said, and grinned. I hadn't called her "Sis" since she was five years old.
"Get on top of me, Tommy, and stick it in deep. I want to cream all over the place."
"All right, Elly. Spread your legs."
She smiled. "Silly, they're already spread. Want me to crack my crotch?"
I grinned and moved over on top of her hot, young body. It was no use. For the first time in my life I couldn't get one on. No matter how hard I tried for an erection, nothing happened.
"What's wrong, Tommy?"
I didn't answer her. I kept recalling the dream I had had. That hairy monster trying to suck my dingus. I shuddered and flopped over on my side of the bed and fell asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Elly was right about us not having a chance to get together for a long time. Our folks were around, one or the other of them, all the time for the remainder of the summer. To make matters worse, I never once saw the shade drawn on Mrs. Devine's rear window, not during the entire month of August, and then it was time to go back to school, a thing I looked forward to about as much as having seven teeth pulled. Not that I was a poor student or anything – I was pretty good – but just that school bored me, usually.
It wasn't until October when I was sitting in the stands watching our team play football that I saw Mrs. Devine again. I wouldn't have seen her then except that she came over and she sat down behind me and leaned over.
"Hello," she said, her breath striking the back of my neck.
I recognized her voice, of course, and a warm feeling ran through me. Making sure there were no other people close by that I knew very well, I had gone to the game alone, I turned around on my seat and said hello.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Just fine. Enjoying the game?"
"Yes." I looked her over. She was dressed to kill. "We're a bit behind," I added, meaning our team was twenty points behind the other one.
"Yes," she said. "We're taking a drubbing. I have a car parked in the lot." She was talking very low. "Would you like to go for a drive?"
"Sure," I said cautiously. "What kind of car?"
"A new Buick. Green, four-door. Why don't you go there now and I'll come along in a few minutes. The door of the car isn't locked."
"All right," I said quietly, and got to my feet and walked down the stadium steps, to the nearest exit. I left the stadium and found her car without any difficulty. I looked around carefully, saw there were no people about that I knew, climbed in and slumped down on the seat.
I had to wait about ten minutes, but finally she came and jumped into the car without speaking, started the motor, flicked on the headlights and drove out of the lot. She drove South, still without saying a word.
"Where are we going?"
She laughed. "For a ride."
"Yes, I know. But where?"
She shrugged. "Why ask me that? You got some place you'd like to go?"
I glanced down at her legs and saw the short skirt she was wearing. There is always something wildly exciting in a car about a pair of shapely female legs clad in nylons, a short skirt and, of course, with the skirt high above the knees. The moment a woman gets behind the wheel of a car she seems to be more sexy for some reason. Why this is I never knew! At any rate, now, as I glanced at her legs for the second time, she deliberately pulled her skirt several inches higher, though this was unnecessary because I could already see practically all of her legs. I wanted to touch her, so I put my hand on her thigh and ran it up toward her box. She laughed tensely again and spread her legs slightly. It had been two months since I had touched her and I was becoming about as hot as is possible.
"It's been a long time, Tommy," she said. "I like feeling your hands on my body. Play with me."
I ran my hand higher until it rested over her cunt. I pressed in with a finger and felt the little indentation through her panties. She sighed and jerked her head and swerved the car dangerously.
"Watch it," I cautioned. "I'd better stop this till you park."
She surprised me by stopping immediately. "How's this?" she asked.
"Suits me fine," I said, and ran my hand up and down the sheer stocking in delight. "You have the most beautiful, the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I added. "I've been just about nuts these past two months waiting to see if your shade would be drawn."
"Tommy, I haven't been home very much," she explained. "I've been in the East and South a great deal."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"I didn't have a chance," she said. "Let's not talk. We're together now. Let's do something and not waste time."
"You'd better pull the car off the road first."
She nodded and drove the car along the dirt road for several hundred feet and then suddenly turned off into a field. She doused the lights and cut the motor. "How's this, boy?"
"Great," I said, my heart hammering again. "Take out one of your tits. I want to feel it."
She laughed. "Why don't you take it out?"
I felt kind of silly for having asked her to do that. I laughed to cover it up. Reaching down her dress, I cupped my hand over one of her tits and felt its softness. I became hard immediately. I felt like mounting her, but decided I'd play around with her for a. While – I knew she liked this play business as much as I did.
"Your hand feels good on me," she breathed. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too, Mrs. Devine. Like I said, I thought I was going nuts there for a while when I didn't see the drawn shade."