Chapter 2

Things settled down a bit after that. The summer progressed July turning into August. The weather got hotter and muggier.

Church was weird. I kept staring at Mrs. Richardson’s ass, wondering if she was wearing panties. The wondering excited me. Me knowing of her secret practices made it seem to my teen pervert mind that we shared an erotic connection. A couple of times, I had to go to the church bathroom and jerk off. Who ever heard of jerking off at church? I was such a terrible kid. I regularly swore up and down that I was never going to do it again. The problem was that it was exciting in a way as well. Deliciously perverse.

I fell further into sinful behavior one moonless hot August night as I walked home from the movies.

Hot, muggy atmosphere of that night was laden with rich floral scents of mock orange and green smells of mown lawns. Fireflies flickered and danced across the lawns of the houses. It was one of those nights which seemed ripe with possibility. I walked past an alley just as a light flicked on. I have no idea why I did it, but I had a sudden thought—I will just take a look.

After checking around carefully to make sure nobody was watching me, I eased through a gate and sneaked up to the window. There was a bit of a gap in the curtains. I had a view of a bed covered by a pink bedspread. A potbellied middle-aged man dressed in jockey shorts lay on the bed reading a paperback book. I was about to step away and continue my way home when his wife came into view. She was wearing a faded blue housedress. Her hair was up in curlers. She was talking to the man on the bed who was ignoring her. I watched, holding my breath.

The woman unzipped her house dress and slipped it off, leaving her in a bra and a pair of panties with a hole in the front. A tuft of her dark pussy hair poked out of the hole.

Holy shit.

She reached behind her and took off her bra and her full white tits sagged down on her chest. She lifted them and rubbed them, all the while talking to her husband. Full big tits with a delicious sag to them. Hard red nipples a half inch long poked out as she massaged them.

Holy shit.

I swallowed again and again, trying to relieve a sudden case of dry mouth.

She was not all that attractive. Flabby belly, big droopy titties with huge stiff brown nipples, but I thought her the most magnificent creature I ever seen. Next she took off her panties and revealed a rich mass of black pussy hair. She sniffed her panties.

I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.

After a couple of scratches on her pussy, (“her cunt,” I whispered to myself), she grabbed a night gown and slipped it on, and the show was over. What a wonderful creature she was. I couldn’t believe her husband could ignore such a sight.

Just like that, I was hooked. The forbidden adrenaline high of the peeping tom.

That was the start of my insatiable curiosity about women and girls I interacted with. I wondered if they had naughty thoughts in their secret heart of hearts like I did. My mother had died when I was five, so up till a year and a half ago my dad and I had lived without a woman in the house. Females, I had been taught by my old-fashioned gentlemanly father, belonged on a pedestal. They were a mysterious species. Now that I’d seen the delicious mysteries they kept hidden under their clothing, I wanted more. Did they have secret thoughts like I did? Did they ever play with themselves like I did? Did they cum like I did? Did those angels have swirling pools of sinful lust like I did? What deliciousness lay beneath their prim and proper facade?

The second shoe dropped two months later.

I found the ring.