Chapter 5: Sunday

"Ummm ... Hmmphhh ... Ohhhh..."

I woke up to the sound of my mom moaning loudly above the muffled squeaking of her bed. It took me a couple seconds of blinking and looking around in the dark, and I was momentarily confused because I could have sworn Angie was with me. We'd been naked and I'd been on top of her again, like I'd been after Mom had left for work, except this time I'd been touching her pussy with mine. I mean, like on the inside, you know? My pussy had been inside hers somehow and that was how I knew I'd been dreaming.

Everything else had seemed so real.

"Like that?" a soft voice, a man's voice floated through the wall. "You like that cock, baby?"

"Uh-huh! Uh ... Uh ... Uh..." that was all my mom was saying.

My pussy was wet again, I realized, my body damp and warm and sticky. I had to push the sheets off me. I felt my boobs aching, the way they sometimes did when I got my period, except this was different. I touched them through my t-shirt and that felt good. I closed my eyes, remembering how Angie had touched me and how her tits had felt against mine. I'd felt her nipples again in my dream, rubbing stiff and hard against my own.

"Put your legs up..." the guy said, " ... Yeah ... I want to fuck you deep ... Like that, Monica? Tell me, baby ... You like my cock?"

"Yeah! Fuck me!" Mom said louder. "Give it to me ... Ugh! Uhhh fuck ... Uh-huh!"

I had to take off my t-shirt and I was listening to their voices, pretending it was me and Angie. I pulled my shirt over my head and fell back on the pillow, rubbing my nipples with both hands and that was better. That felt good. My mom's bed was noisy that night, more than it usually was. The guy must have really been giving it to her hard and in my head it was me. I was pushing myself into Angie. Not a dick, not really, just ... me.

My pussy was in her again, like in my dream, and I reached inside my boxers. I didn't want to touch my pussy and I never had before in my life, but it was so hot and everything. I felt a throbbing, like my heart was between my legs, pounding down there. I felt my pubic hair damp with my juices and lower, at the top of my slit, yeah! That's where it was. I touched something unexpected, a part of me that was new, and my butt came off the bed as I stifled a gasp.

"Ummm ... Slow it down, baby," the man groaned. "I don't wanna cum yet ... Fuck! You feel so good! Slow ... Yeah, like that ... Ride my cock!"

"Like this?" I heard Mom giggling. "Oh! Yessss ... That's ... Ugh! There! ... Fuck me right there! Uh-huh!"

The squeaking of the bed had slowed down for a moment, but then it picked up again and I was only barely aware of it. I gave the sounds only as much attention they needed to feed the fantasy in my head. I'd found a secret, magic spot and I knew what it was. My clit was just a tiny little bump, not even exposed really, not so I could tell. It was inside the folds of hot flesh surrounding it, trying to escape but still too small maybe. I tickled it with the tip of my finger, like I was scratching at an itch and that felt incredible.

I was buzzing down there and my hips moved by themselves. I was making my own bed squeak as I bounced my butt up and down. It had felt good before, but now it was getting better. My pussy needed attention, my clitoris needed to be touched. I was grabbing my left boob with one hand, really digging my fingers into it, and that helped. It didn't hurt either, not like it should have. My tits wanted to be squeezed hard and I rubbed my clit with two fingers and then three, just rubbing them around in a tiny circle faster and faster.

My thighs came together, my feet off the bed with my knees high, like I was trying to curl up into a ball. My tummy was so tight! I was close to something. Mom had told me girls can cum, but I never had and I tried to wonder if I was cumming then, but mostly I couldn't wonder about anything. Nothing except Angie and not even her, really. It was all me and I had to bite my lip when all of a sudden the tightness in my belly seemed to explode.

I grabbed my pussy. I mean, I just covered it with my hand, the whole thing, and made a fist. I squeezed my hand too, with my thighs, trapping myself there as my sex burned and throbbed and spilled wetness over my fingers. Not a whole lot maybe, but a lot more than I might have expected and I hadn't really known what to expect. I could barely breathe and my heart wouldn't slow down and I felt just ... Good! Like I was floating on a pogo stick or something and it lasted a long time too. I was cumming for several minutes at least, and afterwards I could only nod my head and giggle in the dark, and let my body relax completely.

I didn't feel tired after that, not at all. I was wide awake and the sound of my mom having sex was still filling our apartment. I pulled my hand out of my underwear and I was very wet. I brought my fingers to my face and while I couldn't see anything in the dark, I could smell it. I smelled like my mom's bedroom did in the morning sometimes, but different too and not really unpleasant. I wondered what Angie would smell like as I got out of bed carefully, not wanting to get that stuff on anything else. I went to the bathroom, closing the door so I could clean myself up.

"Hey! I'm in here..." I said as the door opened and our bathroom didn't have a lock on it.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

I was standing by the sink with my boxers down around my thighs and I'd been washing my pussy with a washcloth. Looking at it too, because I was sorta curious to see what I'd been feeling. I'd never really looked at myself closely, you know? So I was doing that, and I shouldn't have been, but I figured Mom and her friend would be busy for a long time anyway. Except they'd gotten unbusy and now the guy was standing there, naked and holding a wrinkled, cum-filled condom between his fingertips, and his long, ruddy penis was hanging wetly between his legs, and it wasn't just some guy.

"Sorry," he closed the door quickly, but it was way, way too late for that.

Josh's dad had been fucking my mom.

I ran into my bedroom, slamming the door because I wanted to make sure Mom knew I was awake, and I got under my sheets and waited. I figured she'd come in. She'd have to after that. I was so stupid. Josh's dad had gone to a bachelor party the same night my mom was working at one? Duh! Then he comes home all fresh from a shower and I have to clean up his wet towels? I had to pick up his used rubbers from the bedroom floor? Why didn't he just throw that one on the floor? Why did he decide to go to the bathroom?

God!

I was so stupid! Anybody coulda figured it out. No wonder Mr. Evans couldn't look at me that morning. He'd been having sex with my mom all night. I was his son's best friend. He'd known me since I was five years old. He was like a dad to me, except not that way, not a dad who slept with my mom! He'd known my mom all those years too, of course, and so I started wondering if he'd been having sex with her for like forever, or just now? Probably just now, I thought, because Mr. Evans had never acted weird before. I mean, yeah, he'd checked my mom out, but every guy on earth does that! It hadn't ever bothered me very much.

Josh's dad. I thought he was the coolest guy in the world too. He was cheating on his wife. With my mom! How'd he end up over here anyway? What? Did he sneak out of bed? Tip-toe out of the house like a thief while his wife was sleeping? Probably. What a jerk! I'd never cared before. I mean, yeah, my mom had a lot of guys. A lot of married guys, I knew that. Like her serious boyfriends, the ones who stayed with her for three or four months, who treated her like a real woman instead of a stripper? Yeah, they were all married. Mom told me she didn't ever want a guy who was too serious, so she looked for married guys.

Like that was normal?

So what? I wondered, was Josh's dad just another guy giving my mom two hundred bucks for sex? Or was this a serious thing, like Mom was going to keep him around for awhile and let Mr. Evans buy us stuff and spoil her and all that? I'd met those other guys, of course, like Mr. Brandt, who'd paid for my mom's tits. He'd been nice to me and come over for dinner with us and all that. When Mom was on her little "vacation" recovering from her surgery, Mr. Brandt had taken us down to San Francisco for three days. He had a daughter my age, going to school in France or someplace, and he'd kept trying to buy me dresses, but that wasn't his fault and I'd liked him a lot anyway.

I'd liked Mr. Evans a lot too, more than Mr. Brandt even, but I didn't want him having sex with my mom! I kept waiting for Mom to come into my room and try to explain, but she never did and I fell asleep.

Mr. Evans was gone when I woke up, of course. He was probably at home, being a good husband to his wife and father to my best friend. It was Sunday. Oh. He'd be at church, I thought, stretching and looking at my alarm clock. It was just after nine. Nine oh nine and I went to my mom's bedroom to find her happily asleep. No condoms on the floor, just a couple empty wrappers. No money on the dresser either and that was a bad sign. Mr. Evans would be paying for it some other way and that meant Mom was serious about the guy. I left without waking her up, although I'd wanted to.

I didn't really know why I was mad and I tried to figure it out while I ate some cereal. I guessed that I felt betrayed kinda. It was like finding out that Mr. Evans wasn't perfect and I wanted him to be. My mom I could understand. Maybe. Depending on circumstances. She wouldn't have invited Josh's dad over and like seduced him, I knew that much. So yeah, I decided I wasn't really mad at Mom, not especially anyway, but Mr. Evans ... That hurt. It would hurt Josh for sure and he'd be mad at my mom probably. Josh could even be mad at me and that really bummed me out. Even if he wasn't, Mrs. Evans wouldn't ever let Josh be my friend, not if she knew her husband was having sex with my mom.

"Hmmmm..." Angie sighed through the telephone.

"Are you sleeping?" I asked softly.

"I'm dreaming," she giggled sleepily. "I'm in bed and my boyfriend is talking to me."

"I was dreaming about you too," I said, sitting on the kitchen floor with my back against the refrigerator.

"What were we doing?"

"Ummm..." I blushed.

"Kissing?"

"Yeah."

"Me too," Angie breathed. "I miss you."

"Me too."

"Come over."

"Now?"

"Uh-huh," she sighed like a little girl. "The back door's unlocked."

"Okay."

"Just come upstairs. I don't want to get out of bed."

"Alright," I agreed. "Ten minutes, okay?"

"Five." Angie giggled and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

I dressed quickly, spending more time brushing my teeth and washing my face than anything else. Five minutes goes by quickly and I didn't want to disappoint her, not even in a silly way like that. I pulled on some clean underwear and a t-shirt and a pair of old corduroys, brown ones. I didn't have time for socks and my boots felt funny on my bare feet. I ran across the grass and found the door to the kitchen unlocked, just as Angie had promised.

"Six minutes," she pouted and then laughed at the look on my red face. I'd really been running, except I'd walked up the stairs and stuff because I didn't want her to know.

My face woulda been red anyway probably, since Angie was on her bed wearing a pair of white bikini panties and nothing else. They were loose and flimsy and she moved her legs, kind of rubbing her thighs together with her knees pointed at me. Her toenails were pink and I watched her left foot move slowly along her right calf, up and down as she looked at me.

Her breasts were right there, uncovered so that I could see her dark nipples pointing out and a little up, her tits were firm and formed with amazing curves. I could see the undersides of them, the soft pale skin that reminded me of that cream cheese Angie loved, and I don't know why I liked that so much, but I did. I liked the way her legs were long and her tummy was flat with a small, inny belly button. I liked her round hips and slender shoulders and even how I could see her ribs because the girl was so thin.

"Are you gonna take off your clothes, Sam?" Angie asked me, tilting her blonde head and blinking her big blue eyes. "Or do you want me to put mine on?"

"Yeah," I swallowed thickly and nodded. "Um, the first one."

"Good!" Angie decided as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "I love Sundays."

I left my boxers on, plain old white ones, because I was kinda scared to show her everything. I mean, I knew she was a girl so she'd know what I looked like and all, but we hadn't got really naked with each other yet. I thought she wanted to and maybe I did too, but it was weird. There was no way I could just get naked in front of Angie or anybody else, except Josh and he didn't count. Angie didn't say anything, she was holding out her hands to pull me onto her bed and join her.

It was warm in her room. Not just the temperature, I mean everything was warm. The morning sun was yellow through the curtains and tinted everything around us. The white walls seemed to glow and the rust colored carpeting added even more warmth. The teddy bears sitting silent and patiently watching us were beautiful, I thought. It seemed like a different world in Angie's bedroom and part of me, the part I didn't want to be, liked it and for just a second I wondered what it would be like to be a real girl.

I felt safe in her room.

I felt safe with Angie and she wanted me on top of her again, so that my body covered hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth. For the first time in my life I thought maybe I was in love, because it seemed like I had to be. This was too perfect for anything less. My heart ached and everywhere Angie touched me I tingled and burned. My tummy was against hers and I felt her stiff nipples pressing into my breasts. They were hard and distinctive and I tried to keep my weight off her, but Angie wanted it and she pulled me tightly against her.

Angie's legs were spread around me and it was better this time than it had been the night before. I could feel her skin against mine, her thighs rubbing my hips as she played with me, like trying to work my underwear down, I thought for a second and then promptly forgot it as something else stole my attention. Angie bit my bottom lip, her new favorite thing to do, and she giggled softly in her throat as she chewed it for a second and let me go. I did the same to her, nibbling at the girl's mouth while her hands moved over my back and shoulders.

"Kiss me..." Angie whispered, pushing me down with gentle hands and I quickly understood what she wanted.

My mouth found her right breast and I opened for the girl's nipple, licking first and finally sucking on it. Angie sighed and arched her back, digging her fingers in my hair. I didn't know how to do it, but it wasn't hard to figure out. I'd draw her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue, slow and then fast, sucking on her hard at the same time. She seemed to like that and I tilted my eyes to see that hers were closed. Her lips were tight and she breathed through her nose, short, quick breaths that told me I was doing it right.

Her body was moving beneath me and Angie closed her thighs around my left leg. I was almost kneeling then and she lifted her hips and I realized her pussy was pressed against my thigh. She was grinding her sex against me and I pushed forward with my knee on the mattress, trying to give her more. She pulled my face to her other breast and I nursed on that one like I had the other. I suckled her tit almost desperately, using my lips and tongue, and even my teeth to make Angie feel good.

How long we did that, I had no idea. She hunched herself against my thigh harder and faster and finally Angie pulled me to her mouth. She jerked beneath me, clamping her thighs around my leg and her tongue was all over inside my mouth. I could feel her sex like a furnace, I swear. I'd never felt anything so hot and she was damp, very wet, and my head was full of her smell. The musky scent of her sweat and more, the faint tang of her arousal mixed with mine. I was very wet too, my pussy throbbing like it had the night before. I wanted to touch myself or let Angie touch me, but I was caught in her arms as she kissed me and worked her pussy against my thigh.

She was cumming. Angie was kissing me while she came and after a couple minutes she relaxed, her body going limp and she opened her shining blue eyes to smile at me. She was breathing hard, we both were, and I kissed her face. I kissed her cheeks and nose. I kissed her eyes while she came down from that good place and that was more important to me. I mean, Angie being happy, seeing her smile and knowing I'd made her feel good. Making her happy was more important than anything else in the world to me right then.

Yeah. I was falling in love with her.

"Ohmmmm..." Angie pursed her lips, kinda frowning playfully as we lay side-by-side on her bed in our underwear.

"What?" I wondered, rubbing her left breast with my thumb. Her nipples weren't as hard as before, but they were still pretty cool to me. I just liked touching her.

"You got me all wet," she giggled.

"Oh." I smiled and talking about sex made me feel weird.

I mean, I didn't even want to swear in front of her, and I didn't like swearing anyway, but Angie was a girl, you know? Boys could say stuff, like joke around and be kinda crude, girls too probably, it was just that I didn't think Angie would like it. Or something. I was scared just to tell her I liked her tits.

"I used to dream about this," Angie told me, getting closer and putting her face in my black hair. "I used to think about being in bed with my boyfriend. Not doing anything, not like that, but just being with somebody."

"Yeah."

"Did you ever think about it, Sam?"

"I don't know," I said, breathing her hair and skin and maybe she did smell like strawberries, I couldn't decide. Mostly Angie just smelled like Angie and I liked it.

"Nobody ever came to my bedroom before."

"What about your friends?" I smiled, knowing what she meant.

"No," she told me and I realized I didn't know what she meant. "I never had any friends."

"Never?" I looked at her face, thinking girls who looked like Angie always had friends. "I don't believe you."

"Well, I did when I was little, but not in high school," she told me. "I told a girl I liked her once."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "When I was fourteen. It wasn't like I wanted to kiss her or anything, just ... I liked her."

"What did she say?"

"She told everybody," Angie sighed. "After that nobody really liked me anymore."

"Oh."

"I didn't care," she said and I knew that wasn't true. "I didn't like them anyway. I just wanted to turn eighteen and leave."

"Hmmm..." I smiled and she gave me a curious look.

"What?"

"I don't want to be eighteen," I said. "I don't even want to be fifteen."

"You don't? Why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anybody this stuff.

"Yeah you do," Angie giggled softly and then sighed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No. I do, I just..." I sucked my lips. I didn't want her to think I was stupid.

"This is how old I want to be," she said. "I mean, this is what I want, you know? My roommates want to be 21 or something, so they can go out and dance and meet guys."

"Yeah?"

"I just want to be old enough so I can be here," Angie decided and then smiled at me. "With you."

"I want to be twelve," I said and Angie laughed, which made me frown and I was blushing.

"Why?" she wondered. "I hated being twelve!"

"Because I was still a boy then," I told her and then I had to explain. "Like, I wasn't but, I didn't have my, um ... You know..."

"Your period?"

"Yeah," I blushed even more.

"What difference does that make?"

"Not just that," I shook my head. "Me and my best friend, Josh? We didn't think about other stuff, like girls or whatever. We didn't care if he had, you know, a dick and um, I didn't."

"Oh," Angie giggled. "Nobody cared, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Like nobody cared if he was my best friend and if I wasn't a boy. None of the kids at school cared."

"Okay," she nodded. "I get it now."

"You do?" I laughed nervously. "It's kinda dumb, huh?"

"No," she told me. "It's not dumb. At least you've still got friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"You're not gonna tell them you have a girlfriend," she said after a minute and it sounded kinda like an accusation or something. "Are you?"

"Um..." I really didn't know what to say.

"I'm not mad or anything."

"I know," I told her, but I felt bad. I felt like she should be.

"It's only been a day anyway," she said. "Come on. I'm just being dumb now. I'm sorry."

"You're not," I told her quickly. "I just don't know. I never had a girlfriend before."

"Never wanted one, huh?" Angie laughed.

"Maybe," I giggled too.

"I changed my mind," Angie's fingers played with the waistband of my boxers, kinda snapping it against my skin.

"About what?"

"About being eighteen," she said. "I wish I was fifteen now."

"Why?"

"Cause I could go to school with you," she shifted a little, bringing her face close to mine. "I could sit next to you and just look at you."

"Yeah," I nodded. "That would be cool."

"We could have lunch together and stuff and write notes," she giggled. "We could get naked after gym class."

"Heh!" I grinned and she was making my face warm. Her fingers were inside my boxers, not far, but a little and she was moving them along the top of my butt.

"And even if the other kids knew about us? We wouldn't care," she sighed as my hand went lower and I held my breath as I snuck them under her panties, where she had a little dimple sorta in the small of her back.