Chapter 4

June 2, 1943, Wednesday

After my experiences with my sisters—in-law even a walk to the park totting a bat and glove took on a whole new experience. I was headed down to see if there was a pickup game on one of the diamonds in the park behind the elementary school playground. Two houses down from mine I met Mrs. Martin, the Baptist preacher's wife. She nodded to me, and I smiled and tipped my baseball cap to her. In those days, respect to your elders counted for more than it does today. She was wearing a snug dress, for a Baptist, and after I passed her I turned back and saw on her smooth backside the familiar curves of a girdle's seams. Before Gloria, I was in the dark as to the mystery of the girdle, but the mystery had evaporated in Gloria's bedroom. The Sears catalog would never be the same, but then flesh trumps paper every time. I imagined Mrs. Martin laying back on her bed her legs spread and her panties pulled tight into her wetness as I struggled to remove her snug undergarment. It was a good thing I had a large glove to carry in front of my crotch.

Another block down I spotted Mrs. Amis, my math teacher from last year, getting her children out of the car after a day at the beach. She bent over to help out her toddler, and I got a fleeting glimpse of a pair of large breasts almost falling from the restraint of her swimsuit. She even had Gloria beat. I imagined her sitting on me, both of us naked, and me trying to find her opening to shove in my virginity.

As I walked the rest of the way to the baseball diamonds, I saw lush, sexy women of all ages. I never knew the sun so bright on that spring day or so many women walking alone or in pairs. The war had removed enough competition from the playing field to give a freshly turned sixteen-year-old boy a chance to play in the majors, and I intended to make the All Star Team before the season was over.

At the diamond each team already had fifteen players to a side so I wandered over to the concession stand and bought a coke. The ice-cold bottle on such a hot day gave me more pleasure than the many bottles of wine I would later drink that cost more than the ill-painted wooden concession stand where I bought this one.

I saw an empty picnic table and sat down to enjoy the stinging, sugary beverage. The bottle didn't last long, as I tipped it up to get the last I saw Ellie Winkle walked by. I tipped the bottle completely straight up and shook it to make her giggle. She was fifteen, but would turn sixteen in July. During the past school year she had filled out from a skinny kid into a very pretty girl with a figure that my eyes couldn't look away from. She sat down next to me.

"Hi, Calvin. Not playing baseball?" She saw the mitt and bat on the wooden picnic table.

"I tried to play, but the game was too full. I'm just trying to cool off a bit." I gave her a fresh look. In the past I was afraid to look, but now I let my eyes wander over her body. My sisters-in-law had filled me with a confidence to inspect the goods without feeling like I had to buy. Maybe I could even feel up the merchandise before coming to a firm purchasing decision. I could see her filling out to a figure between Jane and Gloria's.

"I was sitting with some friends, but they had to go home. I'm glad I saw you." She looked at me as if thinking the same thing I was—to buy or not to buy.

She ventured a dangerous question. "Do you have a girlfriend, Calvin?" The first time I heard this I thought she was just conversing, later I would learn to recognize scouting.

So, I innocently replied, "No. I don't."

"That's too bad, Calvin. I think having a boyfriend would be neat during the summer." She leaned back against the table. This caused her chest to expand pulling on the button over her bra. The material parted to give me a flash of white...

I didn't know what to say other than, "It's always good to have someone to run with."

Her eyes sparkled, "You think so?"

"Yeah." She slid a little closer on the bench.

From courage I didn't know I had, I said, "You want to come over to my house for a coke?"

She jumped up, "Sure, that sounds like fun."

I grabbed my baseball equipment, and the two of us headed for my house. On the way Ellie talked about anything and everything. She was bubbly and bright and it only took an occasional grunt from me to keep her going.

My house was silent as we entered.

"Where is everybody, Cal?"

"My mother's at work. She'll be home in a couple of hours." I hoped she wouldn't bolt when she found out we were alone.

"What does she do?" Ellie walked around looking at the furniture and the pictures on the wall.

"She works down at the PT boat factory."

"Making PT boats?"

"She tests them. They take them out on Lake Michigan and make sure they work perfectly before sending them off in the war."

"Wow. That sounds so interesting."

I handed her a coke. She had finished her inspection of the living and dining rooms, and asked, "Can I see your room?"

I took her to the back of the house and my small residence. As I followed her up the stairs, I wondered if I was going to get more than just satisfaction showing her my room. Jane and Gloria had taken me back to their bedrooms and pleasured me. I wondered if a young girl like Ellie would do such a thing. I thought about Ellie's lips wrapped around my cock like Gloria's, and my pants began to tighten.

She stood in the middle of the room and looked around at my Spartan residence. She talked about how her room was decorated, but I didn't really listen. She was riding a wave of conversation that she blew up like a trade wind blows up surf. I was attracted by her scent. She had on perfume similar go Gloria's with an earthy spring aroma. I moved closer for a better angle on the scent, but Ellie went right on chattering.

I finally interrupted, "You smell like spring time." I took a chance on some advice a wise woman had given me.

She giggled, "Thank you, a girl likes to know when she smells good to a boy." Her long black hair was pulled to the left leaving a clear view of her neck. "I've never seen you with a girl. Are you sure you want a girlfriend?"

She sat down on the bed, and I sat close beside her. I leaned closer to her lightly tanned neck. "Sure, it would be great. Do you have a boyfriend?" I could see her look at me from the corner of her eye, but not move her head.

'No, I don't. I did last summer, but he turned out to be a jerk." She arched her neck leaving me feeling like a vampire about to strike a willing recruit. Last week I would have been shaking in this position, but now I wasn't, I last week I would have never invited her to my empty house and been sitting with her on my empty bed, but since the weekend I was no longer afraid of women. Ellie was my age and was less intimidating than my sisters-in-law. I felt in control with her, knowing what I learned over the weekend.

"You smell so nice." Twice in for the prize, I leaned in and kissed her neck softly. She shivered and goose bumps popped up everywhere as my lips softly bit at her neck.

She whispered, "Oh, Calvin, you shouldn't... , I mean, you should... , please Calvin, don't stop." I let my tongue slip out, and I kissed and licked along her neck to her jaw. Her head tilted back to the side giving me room to work. I spent several minutes softly kissing her neck. This got me hard, but I was in control, and I knew that pleasing her was most important.

Ellie suddenly turned to me and kissed me on the lips. I chewed on her lips and she quickly got the idea and we kissed and chewed each other's taffy candy lips for several more minutes. I pulled back and said, "You have the softest lips." A variation on the odor theme, I went back to kissing her. Her hands went around my neck and she pressed tightly against me. I eased her from the bed to my lap. I had almost forgotten my erection, but Ellie immediately noticed it when she sat on it.

"Calvin, I shouldn't do this, are you this excited over me?" She sat down firmly on my evidence of her attractiveness.

"Yes, Ellie. You're very pretty, and you excite me." Be honest, my mother always said, but I don't think she was counseling me about seducing a young girl.

She settled onto me causing me to kiss her and then I opened my mouth. While she hadn't picked up on lip chewing she proved that she knew about French kissing. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and I sucked on it like with Jane and Gloria. Ellie was all over my lap as we embraced and made out.

I remembered that Jane had told me that I could hurt myself if I didn't get a release. It's amazing that a sixteen-year-old boy will believe what an older woman tells him. Ellie was starting to act like Jane, her face was red and she was panting rapidly into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "I need to release my..." What? What could I say to her? I didn't have the nerve to say sperm.

She looked into my eyes, "You want to take it out?" Her breath washed over my face like a warm washcloth.

I nodded.

"Let me think about it." She and I went back to kissing with her ass sliding all over my hardness.

A couple of minutes later, she said, "Okay, you can take it out. But no touching under my dress." Her eyes sparkled as she looked down at the lump in my pants.

"Okay." She moved off me to sitting back on the bed. Hoping she would take the initiative. I waited looking at her. She gasped, "You want me to take it out?" Her eyes glowed at the thought.

I tried to look forlorn, and said, "Would you?"

"God, I've never taken one out before." She reached over and unsnapped my pants and pulled down the zipper while intently concentrating, her tongue wiggling outside of her mouth as she slowly pulled the flaps of my pants aside to see it under my briefs. She touched the bulge; the silence in the room was total. I could hear her breathe as she touched my cock through the white cotton.

Ellie pulled out on the elastic, and it just popped up in her face. "Wow, Calvin, you're big." She whispered. She stared at it. "I've only seen two. I saw my older brother's once when I walked into his room without knocking. You're so much bigger than he was. Last summer..." Her voice drifted off. Her bright brown eyes looked up at me. "What do I do?" I sensed she wasn't quite as ignorant as she seemed, but I let it pass.