Chapter 7

Julie bolted upright in bed, cold beads of per-spiration covering her soaking body. It was sev-eral seconds before she realized where she was and she shook her head from side to side in an ef-fort to clear out the obscene images that still lingered in her nocturnal subconscious. In the dream, she had been trying to walk down the aisle to where her husband stood waiting for her to join him in their marriage ceremony, but all along the aisle pews in the church, little boys of all ages pulled at her wedding gown which had somehow become transparent and she could see that each of them had their young penises in their hands, fondling them and offering them to her. And then, coming from just in front of the altar, she heard a strange buzzing, and looking up, she saw Eduardo mowing the lawn that was growing on the floor of the church. And now, finally awake, the mowing sound continued and Julie realized for the first time that Eduardo had come back and was right now downstairs, working in her garden as if nothing had happened the day before.

"I can't believe it!" Julie whispered out loud in the empty room. "Imagine, the nerve of that boy coming back here."

At first she panicked, but then she reasoned that that was silly. After all if he dared bother her again she could always call the police. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to ignore him, she pulled herself up out of the crumpled bed and threw her lightweight robe over her flimsy shortie nightgown. Bob had obviously already left for work.

"That goddamn job of his," Julie thought to herself as she made her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. "Ever since he started it, wherever it is, he hasn't been home one night before midnight, I'd like to know just what kind of gardening it is one can do after dark--"

She peered into the mirror above the sink and shuddered at the sight of her drawn face. And dropping her toothbrush back into its holder without bothering to use it, she turned the hot water on full blast into the marble tub and poured a handful of scented bath beads under it and watched for a moment as the tub began to fill with the delicious smelling suds once again. And as soon as it was ready, Julie could begin to feel herself relax.

She slowly lowered herself into the steaming hot water, feeling its caressing warmth envelop every inch of her firm young body.

"Oh, if only my husband would make me feel this way," she sighed as she lay completely immersed, the fragrant bubbles lapping at her chin. But Julie knew that he definitely wasn't there... and that most probably even if she were to be with the man she was still, after all these hurtful years... in love with... the experience would be a disappointing one!

A flicker of resentment passed through her as in spite of all her efforts to erase him from her memory, Eduardo and the pleasure she had known with him--a mere boy!--came back to her in full depth. She felt herself lapsing into a dreamy state during which in her imagination Eduardo was not a fifteen-year-old, but a grown man, a lover who would take her away from all of this. And after all, she reasoned, swirling the washcloth over her erect nipples, since Eduardo definitely was not fully grown yet, no matter what his amorous propensities, didn't that in some way lessen her transgression, rather than making it greater as she had previously supposed!

Besides, it served Bob right that she had had a moment's pleasure... no matter how repugnant it had been. What did he care anyway?

Unconsciously when she began to wash her inner thighs, Julie lingered at the pleasure spot between her legs, so recently satisfied... and yet still yearning for more... more... Bob's loving, only him doing it just the right way, slowly, beautifully, passionately. Her fingers slipped up into the wet petals of her cunt, and she began to flick at the pink interior beneath the water, the delicious sensations rising within her steadily until there was a sharp rap at the door.

Guilt stricken, she removed her hand quickly, and instinctively covering her unprotected breasts, she asked in a tremulous voice:

"Who... who's there?"

"It's me... Eduardo." an insolent voice replied. "Are you decent?"

Julie could see the door handle twisting, and she screamed out "NO! NO... don't you come in here!!!!" as she simultaneously jumped up out of the water, almost losing her balance in the process and slipping back into the warm water. She recovered herself though and groped for a towel, wrapping it swiftly around her.

What strange slip of the mind had made her not lock the door as she usually did... today of all days?

She just reached the door as it was being pushed open. HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO HER? IT COULDN'T BE REAL!

She could hear Eduardo's high falsetto laugh as he pushed against the door. Valiantly, she struggled to push back against him, losing her towel along the way. But she let it go... it was much more important to keep him out! WHY WAS HE CACKLING AWAY LIKE THAT... AS THOUGH HE WAS PLAYING SOME CHILDREN'S GAME? His laughter unsettled her beyond anything else, and hysterically, she began to cry, still pushing hard against the door. Her tears weakened her efforts, and somehow, with one gigantic heave, Eduardo pushed his way in.

"NONONONONO!" she cried, folding herself up in a ball on the floor and scrambling for the towel to cover her nakedness. "Go away... please... oh, please... you must go away!"

The boy stood above her, his dark eyes taking in the soft rounded curves of his employer's body. He smiled once more...

"Sure," he said, "I'll go away... I just wanted to ask you if you got any more work for me to do?" he chuckled slightly as he watched Julie covering up a bit of exposed thigh with the edge of her towel. She was sitting on part of it, so there wasn't enough to cover her completely, without her getting up to arrange it, so Eduardo realized that as long as he kept standing there, he would continue to enjoy the treat of Mrs. Redding's quivering pink flesh.

Tentatively he stepped forward. What did he have to lose... what could she prove... he'd deny everything... he was only a kid anyway... besides, she'd been happy enough with his fingers in her hoity toity little cunt the day before!

"GO BACK!" Julie screamed. "GET AWAY!" He took another step, and reached forward. As if in slow motion, his hand touched her breast... Julie's terror stricken eyes looked into his. Brusquely he knelt down on the thick bathroom rug beside her, his face close to hers. He began to insinuate his hands between her large freed breasts, feeling them tentatively and then boldly as Julie, transfixed, made no move to stop him. The touch of his hands on her breasts sent shivers coursing through her, and the knowledge that these alien fingers already knew the feel of her resilient flesh, added to her dilemma. She should push him away! But still she didn't move. Then his warm palms closed in again on them, the fingers tweaking the nipples, kneading at the spongy fullness of the firm full mounds. She whined softly, and then felt his other hand tracing a burning hot path up her leg... to where her sparsely hair-fringed pussy was gently throbbing. She could hear his breathing become heavier as the young boy ran his hands over the full length of her body, exploring her secret hollows and indentations, and her own voice rattled out in a series of small animal mewls.

He was looking at her, sucking in his breath sharply, his eyes on the two full white moons of her breasts, the satin-like softness of her thighs, the darkly gleaming flash of her bronze pubic triangle. Julie felt paralyzed by desire. She couldn't ignore the strong signals from her aching pussy as she looked at this blatantly confident young boy.

He was running his hands with near reverence up and down her unprotected nudity, bringing gasping and quivering responses from the softness of her body.

She had never felt like this before. Not even that time when she had given in to Bob before their marriage. Something about this situation... lying naked beside a young boy in her own bathroom, added to the prurient desire the clandestine act awoke in her and she lost all consciousness as to why she was here or even who she was with, and gave herself up completely to the licking flames of passion which were engulfing her. With a deep sigh, she felt his finger rummaging between her legs. Eagerly, she spread them wide, anxious now to assist him in her satiation. His fingertip ran moistly up and down the length of the dampening furrow, the tip slipping into the burning hot hole of her love-starved cunt, making her body jackknife against him from the sudden unexpected touch.