Chapter 6

Teen Memories

I kept my face neutral, hoping. I glanced at the community cards and those in my hand. I think I had a straight and raised $5. Playing Texas Hold’em, under a gazebo out back of Ben’s nice cabin.

Ben met my call. Stanley was out, but Kurt and a Canadian guy, another farmer, stayed, tossing chips and calling.

“Gents,” I showed my Ace of Diamonds and 10 of Spades. A straight.

Ben grinned. He had three of a kind. Kurt showed a pair of Aces and 10s. The Canadian had a pair of Kings. I wondered why he’d stayed in, more amateur than I.

I took the chips. “I’m out,” I said. “I need to have a word with Devorah if you don’t mind,” I said to Ben. Nowhere to put my chips, I left them on the table.

“Not at all. She’d like that,” Ben answered. “Send my wife out, please.”

Up the back steps, through the screen door, Wisconsin had big bugs. I spotted Miriam, Ben’s attractive Israeli wife, in the kitchen.

“Hi, Pete,” she said, her voice warm.

“You look great, Miriam,” I said. Slender with wide hips and plenty of boob, long dark hair, and olive skin typical of those born in the Levant. Ben had married up; she was a scientist like him and now a mom of five.

“Have you met my father, Hiram?” she said, nodding at the older balding man on the couch, reading a book.

I stopped and put out my hand. He was in his late 60s. We shook; his grip was firm. “Pete.”

I said, “Professor, Ben has mentioned you, sir.” Ben was proud of his father-in-law’s service in the IDF’s Armored Corps since the ‘67 Six-Day War and ‘73 surprise Yom Kippur War. He was a distinguished scholar of Biblical history at Hebrew University in Jerusalem.

We made small talk about our Army service. My brief service in Desert Storm was no match for his 30 years spent defending Israel. We agreed to meet and talk about history over drinks.

The fact that all three of them were partially naked, in sweatshirts and an apron, was not an issue, everyone was comfortable.

Miriam pointed me to the loft where I could find Devorah, and I told her Ben was asking for her.

I found her with a book, like her grandfather, naked in a comfortable armchair overlooking the living room. It was warm, so I took off my sweatshirt.

“Mind if I join you?” I said as I took the other armchair. A nice, comfortable space for reading or conversation.

I was older by far; she was fourteen. I asked how she felt after the hot tub yesterday. I thought of her straddling my cock, sliding inside her. How many cocks went inside her? 2, 3, 4?

The last time I’d played with her a year ago, she’d been a virgin, her body changing.

I moved my armchair closer so I could hold her hand. She looked good. Those naughty braces filled her smile. Devorah moved to my lap, looping an arm around my shoulders. I pushed back curly brown hair and kissed her neck. Quick, friendly.