Chapter 4

I awoke with a start. I was disoriented for just a second, and then remembered where I was. The clock on the bedside table said 7:10. I thought about how I was going to explain getting home at that hour, but then recalled that I usually went for a run in the morning. I was often away for an hour or two, so no one would miss me. Besides, my aunt and uncle were probably still passed out.

Peggy's back was to me, my arm thrown across her waist. By the light of the early morning sun I admired the symmetry of her figure. Her hips flared out gently from a small waist. I moved my hands down her hip and back to stoke her ass. She moaned a little and rolled onto her back. That gave me a perfect view of two beautiful breasts and her dark bush. I moved my hand gently over one breast and she moaned softly. It sounded to me like a moan of pleasure, so I continued gently stroking her breasts and down to her stomach. A firm stomach, with just a hint of downy hair covering it.

I had seen pictures of naked women before. At least, partly naked. My friend Ben Larsen? His dad had gone to work in South America for a while and hadn't canceled his Playboy subscription. Ben's mom was so cool. She let Ben read it. Ben had also found his dad's stash of older issues, and we spent many afternoons reading the compelling, thought provoking articles. And learning about booze, sports, fashion and fine, fine women.

But in those days, Playboy never showed much except boobs. There was always a leg, an arm or a piece of furniture artfully placed to conceal the most mystical part of a woman. Or she was fully clothed on the bottom half of her body. Every once in a while we thought we caught a little glimpse of what might be bush, but it wouldn't be until January 1971 that Playboy actually ran a full frontal nude.

So I was fascinated by the sight of her bush. Peggy had her arms up over her eyes, and she didn't seem to mind my hand roving over her body. I let my hand drift down over her mons, and was entranced by the texture of her hair. Soft, yet a bit wiry. I saw that there was a bit of stubble along the sides. And her hair was all the same length. I thought it was neat that she would trim it the same way I cut the hair on my head. I wondered if there were hairstylists that specialized in that. That would be a great career.

Peggy pushed her hips up a little, and moved her left leg over toward the edge of the bed. I moved my hand down over her pussy lips and rubbed slowly up and down. At the top of her slit, I felt the little bump and rubbed it very gently. She pushed harder into my hand, and moved one of her hands down to squeeze her breast. I had two fingers going up and down her slit then rubbing a little on the clit, then down her slit again.

She was very wet. I let one finger slide through her hair and into her pussy a bit. I moved my finger around, and then slid the other finger in. I used my thumb to push and rub lightly along the sides of her clit. She moved her other hand down and now she was rubbing and squeezing both her breasts, sometimes pulling on her nipples. I moved my fingers around, trying to find that bumpy spot I had discovered last night. I remembered that she seemed to like having that rubbed. When I found it, she moaned loudly and pushed hard into my hand. She was humping hard against me. I figured that if it felt good for her, there was no need to do anything different.

In a minute, she grabbed my hand with both of hers. She pushed her pussy hard into my hand. Her head and shoulders came up off the pillow. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers in spasm after spasm. Then she collapsed back on the pillow. She pulled my hand out of her pussy, and then turned a bit away from me. She was breathing heavily.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked her juices off them. I loved that taste. And the smell.

Good morning." I said.

"Shit" Peggy swore softly. "Good freaking morning. I haven't had a wake up call like that for a long time."

I didn't say anything. Coach was a strong, good looking guy. They didn't have any kids. I thought that the two of them would be tearing up the bed sheets every night. But it sounded like Coach was neglecting his manly duties.

"How are you going to get home without being caught?" Peggy mumbled.

I explained about my morning run. She lifted herself up on one elbow and looked at the clock. "I'd like to stay in bed, but I have to be in Mount Royal by 9" she said. "We better get breakfast and get you out of here."

I watched her as she crawled out of bed and put on her robe. She had a fine ass indeed. She tied the belt on her robe and smiled at me. "Have a quick shower then get dressed and come to the kitchen."

I had a boner again and thought about jacking off. But I was actually a bit sore. I headed for the shower and started with a quick blast of cold water. Half a minute of that took care of the boner. I used both shower heads with warm water and soaped up quickly. After rinsing off and drying, I popped the cap on the toothpaste and used my finger to smear the paste around inside my mouth. I rinsed and spit, then found my sweats and got dressed.

When I got to the kitchen, Peggy had coffee percolating on the stove. "What do you like for breakfast?" she asked.

"Just some toast and a glass of juice or milk would be fine" I answered, and sat down at the table. Peggy put a couple slices of bread in the toaster, then got a glass out of a cupboard and the milk out of the fridge. She set them in front of me and sat down across the table.

"I don't have to tell you how serious it is that you don't say one word about what happened here, do I?" Peggy looked like she was very scared. I reached out and put my hand on her arm.

"Don't worry. I won't say a word to anyone. Not any of the guys. Not Heather or Sherry. No one. This will be only between us." I poured a glass of milk. "But I may have to tell my Mom I'm not a virgin any more." I joked.

Peggy slapped my arm lightly. "Oh, you. Don't joke about it. I could be in a lot of trouble."

"Seriously, don't worry" I said. "I understand that there would be a lot of trouble if any word of this got out. I won't say anything to anyone." The toast popped up, and I went and got it. Peggy got some jam from the fridge and set it on the table. I spoke to her as I spread the jam on my toast.

"Really, I'm very grateful for the experience of last night. I thought I was dead when you stuck your head in the tent. But I'll never forget what we shared. And I won't disrespect you or the experience by blabbing about it to everyone I know. You don't have anything to worry about from me."

I took a bite of toast and continued. "I feel different this morning. I mean, it's kind of a weird feeling. I feel like I'm not a little kid any more. When I was in the shower, this bible verse popped into my head. Something about putting away childish things. Weird, eh? But that's sort of how I feel. I've put away childish things, and now I'm a man, I guess."

Peggy smiled. "There's more to being a man than losing your virginity, but I'm glad to hear you say that. You've always been a mature and responsible kid. I hope you grow up to be a responsible man, and I'm sure you will."

She got up and poured herself a cup of coffee and came back and sat down. She looked at the mug for a bit, twirling it in her hands, than asked "You don't think I'm a freak for taking you to my bed last night, do you? I mean, I'm quite a bit older than you."

"A freak?" I was surprised by the question. "No, I don't think anything like that. Like I said, I'm grateful. I'm honored that you gave me this experience. Please don't think anything like that."

"And I'm married" she sighed. "But he's never home. He comes home on weekends when you kids have soccer, but usually he stays out for three weeks or more at a time."

I reached out and put my hand on hers. "If you were my wife, I'd never leave home."

Peggy laughed. "You are a silver tongued devil, aren't you?" She took a sip of her coffee and sighed again. Her spirits seemed to be lifting. "There are a lot of women in this neighborhood with man troubles. Of the five women that I consider my good friends, four of them either have husbands that are duds, or no husbands." She took another sip of coffee. "Greta Larsen."

"I know the Larsens" I said. "Ben is a good friend of mine. Isn't Mr. Larsen down in South America for a year?"

"Two years" Peggy corrected. "God, I don't know how she can stand to be without a man for two years."

"Why didn't she and Ben and Bridgette go with him?"

"They didn't want to take the kids out of school here. I don't remember what country he's in, but there isn't much for a school system."

"Gosh, Ben and Bridgette are the smartest kids in their class. They could probably make up classes, or do correspondence classes or something." I poured myself another glass of milk, then felt guilty for not asking.

Peggy shrugged. "Well, we all make decisions that might seem good at the time, but then later might not be the best." She looked into her coffee cup and continued. "Mary Giordano. Her husband is an inconsiderate ass. Pat Selmon. Her husband is lazy, fat and stupid. Pat only admits to the lazy and fat part, but he is stupid too. And Jackie LaFontaine. She's alone for 48 weeks out of the year. Her husband is doing something in the oil business up in Alaska."

She got up and got herself another cup of coffee. When she returned, she put her hand on my arm. "Look, I don't want to preach or nag, but let me give you some advice. Something you should learn about women. If you just pay us a little attention every once in a while, we will be your slaves."

She laughed at my startled expression. "OK, maybe not slaves, but we'll certainly return your attention more than a hundred times over. Is it so hard to tell a woman she looks pretty? Is it so hard to have a job where you get to spend a little time at home? And is it so hard to look after yourself physically so your wife isn't revolted at the thought of making love to you? I mean, men expect their wives to look pretty and be in shape all the time. Why can't we expect the same of our man?"

She took another sip of coffee. "I suppose there are girls at your school that aren't popular, or aren't pretty."

I thought of a bunch of them. The early teen years were difficult years. Anyone who was different in any way could take a lot of crap from the popular kids.

Peggy continued. "Would it kill you to be polite and kind to the fat and ugly girls, as well as the cute and sexy ones? I'll tell you another fact of life: That fat and ugly girl might grow up to be the prettiest one of the bunch. Don't forget the story about the ugly duckling." She took another sip of her coffee. "Remember what I said last night about sex?"

I certainly remembered the pictures, and I remembered something about sex being not just fucking. "Yeah" I said. "Something about communicating and relating to a woman on a higher level. That sex isn't just fucking, if you'll pardon my French."

"Exactly" she smiled. "Making love starts long before the sheets get pulled back. It's about saying a kind word, being there when you're needed, and all sorts of touchy, feely things. Any guy can fuck a woman, if you'll excuse my French. It takes a skilled man to be a great lover. I hope that as you grow older, you'll treat women with kindness and respect, even if you don't plan to bed them. Believe me, word of your attitude will get around, and you'll have all the girls you can handle. Now you have to get out of here. I'm going to be late for my appointment."

She stood and went to the back door. It was nearly 8:30. She looked around, checking for anyone that might see me leave. When I got to the door, she gave me a hug. "Thank you again. Take care of yourself."

"You too" I said, and slipped out the back door.

I paused at the gate and looked back. The door was already closed and she was gone. I looked through the fence and didn't see anyone in the alley, so I opened the gate and stepped out. I took off at a light jog and turned out onto our street.