Verse 4 - Curious Questions

Well, there’s Bobby Taylor sittin’ there
And seven times he’s asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice
Whenever he’s away
And Mr. Baker can you tell us why
Your secretary had to leave this town?
And shouldn’t widow Jones be told to keep
Her window shades all pulled completely down.

1968

“Maggie, how about that date you promised me?”

Margaret Johnson looked over at the smarmy speaker. Bobby Taylor was co-manager of Collier’s Market, the local grocery store. She sighed. Bobby Taylor hit on practically every unmarried female customer in the store, and more than a few of the married ones. Why his wife wouldn’t leave him was a total mystery.

“Bobby, I never promised you a date. I told you I would think about it. I thought about it the last time. I told you that pigs would fly before I ever dated a married man. Or did the Missus finally leave you?”

“That is so harsh, Maggie! Maybe I can show you just why Sally always keeps coming back to me,” he laughed.

“Bobby, I’ve heard about your ... shortcomings. I’ve talked to a few of your other friends, and they were all of the same opinion. I would do better with the produce you sell than with you. Something about baby pickles and not large cucumbers.”

Behind Taylor, one of the cashiers tried not to laugh. She had once given in to Taylor to get the job but had begun laughing after he had pulled his pants down. He had threatened to fire her, only for her to respond that she would let the entire town know about his shortcomings, as Margaret had described them. That word was much politer than calling him a needledick.

“Total fabrication, Maggie! They simply didn’t want their friends finding out about a good thing,” he replied. A snorting sound behind him caused Taylor to turn around, but all the cashiers were looking out the front windows. He turned back to Margaret.

“Sorry, Bobby, not happening.” She pushed her cart to the checkout line.

Taylor didn’t want to make a scene, so he headed back to the rear of the store. He had seen Melissa Talbot come in and head toward the produce department. Maybe he could help her.

1968

“Hi there, Carl. Come on in.” Sally Taylor opened her front door and stepped back.

“Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.” Carl Bates came inside, carrying two small bags of groceries. Carl was a young man, barely sixteen, who worked part time at Collier’s Market doing deliveries and other odd jobs.

“Call me Sally, Carl. I’ve told you that!” She giggled as she said that. She glanced out the door and noticed Carl’s car parked on the street.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I see you drove your car, and not the delivery van.”

“Yes, ma’am. You told me to when you called in the order.” Left unsaid was that Sally had specified Carl was to deliver her order and was to deliver it last. Carl was young, but tall and well built.

“Well, why don’t you bring everything into the kitchen.” She smiled and placed a hand on his forearm.

“Yes, ma’am.” Carl smiled back at Mrs. Taylor. He had been delivering groceries for almost a month, but this was the first time anybody had asked him to bring them into the kitchen. Certainly, nobody as pretty as Mrs. Taylor. She was as tall as he was, but as he looked at her, he realized it was because she was wearing really high heels. Not much else either, other than a short pink robe. She also had long fingernails painted pink. It must be her favorite color, since even her toenails were painted pink!

“Instead, say, ‘Yes, Sally.’”, she laughed.

“Yes, Sally.” Carl blushed as he said it.

Sally smiled and put her hand on his arm again. “Can I get you something to drink, Carl?”

“Uhhh...”

“It’s awfully warm, Carl. Maybe something to drink?” Sally took a pair of cocktail glasses from the cabinet. In so doing, the bottom of her robe rose in the back, showing the young man most of the smooth globes of her bottom. Carl continued staring as she filled them with ice, and then poured some vodka in them. “Ever had tonic water, Carl?” She didn’t wait for his answer but opened a small bottle of Schweppes tonic water and filled the glasses.

“Uhhh...”

She smiled and handed him one of the glasses. She sipped from hers and put a hand on his shoulder while he sipped from his. Carl coughed at the tartness, but she just kept smiling and urged him to take a second sip. “You’ll get used to it in a moment.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Sally.” She waited for Carl to finish and then made him a second. When he started sipping it, she ran a hand along his arm. “I still think it’s too warm. Would you like it if I helped with that?” Sally moved her hand from his upper arm and across his chest.

“Uhhh...”

Carl Bates didn’t understand what was happening, but he was enjoying it. Then she ran her hand down his shirt and across the front of his pants. Carl’s eyes popped open, and Sally felt his cock stiffen. “Ummm ... I think you like that idea!” Sally pulled her hands back and set down her glass. She untied the sash on her silk robe and shrugged. It opened, exposing herself to the boy, and then slid to the floor. She picked up her glass and said, “Bobby’s spending the weekend hunting. How about you follow me upstairs. We can get better acquainted there.”

Carl was too flabbergasted to say anything, but he sure wasn’t going to complain. Sally Taylor was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! Granted, she was the only naked woman he had ever seen; even in the Playboy magazines his friend Ralph Murdock got from his father the women didn’t show their pubes. He didn’t understand why Mrs. Taylor’s were dark brown when the hair on her head was blonde. Still, he didn’t care. She had big tits, much bigger than Karen Morgan’s. Karen was his girlfriend and had been spending most of the year teasing Carl, but he had never gotten closer to them than the outside of her cheerleader’s sweater.

Carl didn’t answer, though his stares and nods were answer enough. Sally took him by the hand and led him up the stairs and down the hall. She pulled him into a large bedroom and closed the door behind them. “Now, Carl, I don’t think I should be the only one undressed. That just doesn’t seem very polite. Why don’t I help you get more comfortable?” She came up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Umm ... you must work out.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

Carl didn’t know what to do, but he certainly liked what was happening. Karen had never French kissed him, which is what his friends said was when you used your tongue while kissing. When Sally kept one hand around his neck and used her other to pull one of his arms around her, he found himself touching her bare bottom. His other came around her to hold her against him, and Sally began rubbing her naked body against him.

It was more than the teen could handle. Groaning, he felt his stiff cock begin spasming. Carl began filling his shorts with cum. It felt even better than when he jerked off at night after his kid brother went to sleep.

Sally pulled back and smiled. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but it will make our next bout last much, much longer.” She left off with his shirt and began undoing his belt. Then she unzipped his pants, exposing briefs filled with warm stickiness. “Why don’t you sit down and let me help? I think we are going to have a lot of fun getting to know each other.”

Carl just nodded mutely. He didn’t understand what Sally Taylor wanted from him, but he was going to give her whatever it was. He sat down on the edge of the bed and allowed her to untie his sneakers and pull his clothes off. His dick was already getting hard again, and she ran a finger along it. “Oh, Carl, we are going to have a lot of fun.” Carl Bates had a cock that was huge compared to her husband.

Sally and Bobby Taylor had come to an agreement years ago. She wouldn’t divorce him over his infidelities, and he wouldn’t divorce her over hers. That her infidelities involved teenage boys didn’t mean anything to him. He didn’t need her blabbing about the miniscule size of his dick.

Sally knelt between Carl’s legs. “Let me know if you enjoy this.” Then she leaned forward, and Carl watched as the beautiful older woman opened her mouth and took his erection into her mouth.

“Oh Jesus!” he moaned. He had heard his buddies joking about blowjobs but had never imagined what one was like.

Sally looked up at him and grinned. “I’ll take that as meaning you liked that. Well, honey, you’ll really like what happens next.” She began sucking his cock and this time reached between his legs and cupped his balls.

Carl Bates groaned and fell backwards on the bed.

Three hours later, Sally rolled off her young lover and said, “Maybe you should call home and let them know you’re going to have dinner with a friend from school and won’t be home until late.”

“Yeah.”

1968

Jonathan Baker looked out the open door of his office. Baker was the Principal of the Harper Valley Junior High School, and as such had the ultimate say over hiring and firing at the school. As far as he was concerned, it was the best part of his job.

Mary Smith, his secretary, was sitting at her desk, nervously looking back. Baker had asked her to stay after school for ‘career counseling’ and he hadn’t really been asking. She knew why, too. He had seen her coming out of the Bluebird Motor Inn with Franklin Corelli Saturday morning. Miss Smith had graduated from the Blusinski Secretarial College two years ago. She was now twenty-one. Mister Corelli, however, was still a senior at Harper Valley High School and was only eighteen, and while Principal Baker didn’t need the grief from one of his employees being found with a student, he wouldn’t lose his job or be arrested; Miss Smith was terrified of both.

The final bell rang, and students began streaming out the doors towards the school buses waiting for them. She stayed at her desk, staring at the blotter, and wondering what was going to happen when she was called in. She needed this job. If Baker fired her, she’d have to move back in with her parents, which would mean she’d have to tell her parents about having sex with a teenaged boy. They still thought she was a virgin, which hadn’t been the case for over five years.