I guess I must have glanced at the clock in the kitchen about fifteen times before it got dark, and when I finally started out the side door of our house, my mom asked me where I was going.
Naturally, I couldn't tell her. "I'm going out," I said.
"Where are you going at nine o'clock?"
"Just out," I said vaguely.
"That's no answer." My mom is a good-looking woman, a blonde somewhat like Elly is. Her blue eyes have a way of looking right through a guy sometimes.
"Well, maybe I'll go over to Jim's house," I told her. Jim was a pal of mine, though I hadn't seen much of him lately.
"Don't stay out late now," she told me. "Remember."
"Okay, Mom. I'll be home by twelve."
"You'd better be, young man, or else." She smiled slightly when she said it so it didn't sound like too much of a threat.
"Good-bye," I said, and jumped from the step down to the ground. I hadn't gotten twenty feet from the door when I ran smack into Elly. She grabbed at me.
"Tommy," she said, putting her lips to my ear, "I got 'em. I really got 'em. Can't we…"
"Shut up," I whispered fiercely. "Mom's just inside the door, you want her to hear you?"
"Come over here away from the door. I want to talk to you."
She hung onto my arm. "You'd better be nice to me, Tommy. You'd just better."
"Elly, later on tonight, when Mom and Dad are asleep, I'll sneak into your room and we'll talk."
"No," she whispered. "They might hear us. They're going to the city tomorrow. I over heard them talking. They want me to go along, but I'll pretend I'm sick or something and won't go. Then we can – you know."
"Okay, Elly, but I gotta go now."
"All right." She released my arm. "Say, you going to see a girl or something?"
"No," I lied. "I'm going to see Jim, maybe."
"All right. But remember – tomorrow, Tommy. I want it." She giggled.
"Don't giggle so loud. Mom will want to know what's so funny."
She was gone then, having disappeared in the darkness. I took a deep breath and walked up one block to Fourth Street so no one would see which way I was heading. When I got to Fourth, I cut across the lawn of the funeral home and ran down the street to State. I slowed there and looked around carefully – State Street was fairly well lighted and I didn't want any old biddy seeing me heading for Mrs. Devine's. An old biddy would go straight to the phone and call my folks.
I shuddered just thinking about that. I went up to the rear door of the house, noting the place was dark inside, just as Mrs. Devine had said it would be. I tapped softly on the screen door, but she didn't come to let me in. Wondering if I should walk in, I stood there thinking about it and finally decided to do so. Just for the hell of it, I tapped louder on the door, and when she didn't call out or come to the door, I pulled it open and stepped into the kitchen. I paused there a moment until my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and then I moved out of the kitchen toward the front room, feeling my way along the walls. I tripped on something and stumbled but regained my balance before falling down. Moving a few more steps into the room, I caught the scent of something nice. It smelled like perfume; I sniffed it and stood still in the dark.
"Hello, Mrs. Devine," I said softly, feeling slightly foolish. "Come here, Tommy," her voice answered. "Straight ahead. I'm on the sofa, boy."
"Hi," I said, momentarily startled by the sound of her voice out of the darkness. "Did you say straight ahead?"
"Walk straight, Tommy. About ten feet." I took three or four steps and felt a hand and arm go about my legs, felt her pulling me down on top of her, felt her great, naked breasts with my forearms as I went down. I ran my hand down her body quickly to see if she was naked. She was, except for stockings and a belt around her waist. I became instantly hard and my spine began to do wild things for a moment. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my face down – she didn't have to pull hard, I was willing – to her mouth. She kissed me wetly and ran her tongue over my lips, my tongue, my chin.
"I could eat a boy like you up," she breathed into my ear.
"You're bare naked," I said, it being the most important thing for me to say at the moment.
"Yes. I'm ready for my boy to take me, Tommy."
"Am I your boy?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes, Tommy. You're my boy – so long as you keep your mouth shut."
"You mean I can come anytime I want to – to see you, Mrs. Devine?"
"Any old Goddamned time your prick needs to get blown."
I had never heard a woman talk like this and it nearly drove me nuts. The next thing I said I blurted it out like an idiot. This was because I was so excited. "Mrs. Devine, want me to stick it in and diddle you?"
She laughed softly. "What a delightful way of saying it, Tommy. I haven't heard that in some time."
I laughed nervously.
"Tell you what, Tommy. Raise up a bit, take off your shirt and undershirt."
I did so, fairly ripping them off and throwing them to the floor. "Now what?" I asked.
"Lie down flat on me, place your chest on top of my breasts. I want to feel your flesh against mine. Is that okay?"
Was it okay? Man, I'll say it was okay. It was more than okay – it was terrific. I lowered my chest until I felt the heat and firmness of her titties pressing against my flesh. This made me squirt a little in my pants, but I didn't care. I sank down even more and her arms went around me and again I felt her mouth kissing me wetly, almost as if she were trying to eat my mouth and tongue. She reached up suddenly and yanked on my hair.
"That hurt, Tommy?"
"No," I replied, but it had hurt. She yanked real hard.
"Would you like to take my titty in your mouth, boy?" she asked, her voice suddenly sounding husky.
I gulped. "Yes. Yes, I would. Want me to?"
"Take my titty in your mouth, boy. Make me feel good. Get me hot."
This surprised me, for I thought she was already about as hot as anyone could get. "All right," I told her. "I'll suck your titty." I got a real blast out of saying this to her. I had often thought about saying just such a thing to a woman sometime, and here I was actually doing it.
I had to get up on my knees, sort of, to reach her titties with my mouth, but when I did, man! It was the most terrific feeling I'd ever had short of actually doing it. Her nipple was big and I ran my tongue around and over it while she held my face between her hands and all the time she kept moaning softly as I took the titty into my mouth and sucked on it, biting it lightly from time to time. Then I left that titty and went over frantically to the other one and did a repeat job on it. She kept on moaning softly and I figured it was about time for me to take it out and shove it into her, but when I had taken it out of my pants and touched her cunt with it, she let go of my face and both her hands shot downward and seemed to be trying to push me away from her.
"What's the matter?" I asked hoarsely. "Don't you want it?"
"I want you to go slowly, Tommy. Don't put it into me till I say so. Just lie down on me, let your hard-on rest against my flesh but don't put it in yet." She spoke these last few words with emphasis.
"Okay, Mrs. Devine. Sorry."
"Never mind, don't be sorry. Just do as I ask of you."
"Okay. What you want – me to do now?"
She sighed. "Kiss my tummy, please."
I lowered my head again and kissed her tummy all over. I considered going lower and kissing the hair region, but I was afraid she would think I was going too fast for her again, so I refrained from doing that.
"Put your tongue in my belly-button, boy. Tickle me there."
"Okay," I muttered, and stuck my tongue in her belly-button, and moved it around a lot. I got her tummy all wet from my saliva. I straightened up. "I'm getting kind of wet down there, Mrs. Devine," I stammered.