Chapter 10: Miss and Hit / Hit and Miss

Saturday morning came, and I found out that Yes, I had screwed myself – as I had feared – by not following thru with the plans to "help a friend move" that day. I woke up to movement in the house, then I realized it was two people, and not just my Mom. Then came the lightning bolt, "GET UP IN THERE" ... the time, you ask? 6:50am. So much for sleeping in ... I may have been 15 (c'mon, almost 16!) and in near great shape, but there was still a physical toll on me, considering I was now FUCKING 2-3 days every week (but more accurately 7-10 times total, as you may recall) ... add intensity & passion to it, and throw in a day like Friday, where a tragedy turned into a miracle at Joann's house ... and I was whipped on this particular Saturday morning ... maybe it was a good thing that I had not sold the "move" story, for if I had gone over there, I might have walked into a situation with the TWO Wild Girls at Sung's house that would have throttled me and caused me to spend Sunday entirely IN BED ... MINE ... HAA!

I found my way to the breakfast table, to eat with my Mom and my Stepfather, who had come in off the road during the night. This 3-person table was something that only occurred 3-4 times every month, because of his heavy travel schedule. The most unpleasant thing about being there on Saturday morning was that invariably, I would HAVE to go get a HAIR CUT – didn't matter whether I needed it or not. Without going into THAT saga too far, I can say that without a doubt, I had the shortest hair on a guy in my junior high school. Between ages 7 & 14, I went EVERY FUCKING SATURDAY MORNING to the Barber. My Mom had the attitude that "longer" (aka normal length, in the opinion of 99.73% of the rest of mankind) hair looked "dirty" ... and that if I had it, I would look like a HOODLUM (the term, in those days). Also, this little news item, that would come to be known as (ready?) The British Invasion (not WAR, just great MUSIC) was on TV practically everyday, with HOODLUMS such as The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and other groups performing on television, from the U.K. or America. Let's see, quoting the Great Lady, they were: "dirty, evil, they must have smelled, AND besides, Rock & Roll was Ugly and Lurid – now there's a word – and no one should watch it... ' they ' would not only take it off TV, Rock &Roll would die out in a month or so." Had she NOT heard from the great DJ Alan Freed (one of my transistor radio HEROES) the landmark statement, ROCK & ROLL is HERE to STAY"... ? Heaven Forbid!!! Bottom line, only if I were clever enough to have an excuse to get me out of the house on Saturday mornings, could I avoid this ordeal – wait a second, make that punishment.

While at the table, my Mom chastised my stepfather for not bringing home his paycheck (at 12-1:00 in the a.m.), NOW they had to go pick it up. So,.I did manage to dodge THAT BULLET, for I was not yet dressed to leave. I was told that I would be showered and dressed by the time they returned, so that I and my stepfather could then go to the Barber Shop, which opened at 8:30 ... Jesus Ch-rist... ! After they pulled out, at least I had the run of the place for awhile ... right before I jumped into the shower, I looked out the bedroom window facing Barb & Bev's house. The car was still there, meaning Barb likely hadn't left for Sung's place ... Dammit to Hell (sorry, had to get that out... )

I was taking a LONG SHOWER ... so in doing that, I took a load off, and daydreamed a little. With the water hitting my face, I reviewed my incredible group of girls ... Bev was a simple, sweet girl, who was learning to enjoy and crave intimacy and sex (I did laugh, when thinking back to her bratty, loud, over-the-top pre-teen days). She was the perfect student for Barb, who thought nothing of demonstrating what to do with her (hands on), and showing her how much fun it could be. Barb was independent, bold, smart, and a terrific sexual mentor, who would make the most of any opportunity to FUCK ME, SUCK ME, SWALLOW ME and drive me crazy. Sung was still an unknown, but possibly, a very willing sex partner – who had, in a roundabout way selected me to FUCK her, out of loneliness. My thoughts went to what might happen today, sensing the possibility that the two Girls would be together all alone, then maybe decide that having a "girl friend" could make for a good lifestyle – after all, Barb had confided to me about her continuing attraction to this wanting Korean Girl, while Sung just days before, had been approached by Barb in her own bed, and immediately accepted her affection, and gave it right back to her, too. Glenna was the curvy one of the group, and I was hoping and praying to have more time to "work & play" with her – after all, she twice asked me to promise that our first adventure would NOT be our last. And then, of course Joann, who I went thru an emotional ringer with, just one day before. She was different, exotic, and like two others, missing affection and intimacy. I knew I had been on a roll of incredible luck, getting to know five girls who were tailor-made for a guy to step into their lives. I figured maybe I was due very soon to cross paths with someone, get attracted, and be too aggressive and give myself away, and get MY FACE SLAPPED, HARD. POP! went the bubble, then I focused on getting ready for the forced trip to the Barber Shop. I finally got out from under that soothing hot water, dried off, then when I got to my bedroom to get dressed, I instinctively DID peer again out the window, and now the Car was gone, almost certainly with Barb in IT. I had blown my chance to be a part of that, but I still had the good highlights of yesterday in my pocket ... plus I knew I would try everything to get a word with Barb before the weekend was over, and get a status report.

When I got in the car with my stepfather and closed the door, I was able to cut short (and eliminate) all the directions that my Mom was reciting – to both of us. I'd like to think that she meant well, but she HAD to be the dominant one in the house. My stepfather was a guy who did not finish school, for at the time, he was needed in the tobacco fields at his parents' farm. He may have gotten as far as 7th grade, before he quit. I knew very little about him, other than he had been in the Army, and that he worked like a dog, so he could come home 4-5 nights per month, and hand his entire paycheck to her ... Didn't seem right to me...

We started a brief conversation on our way; he stated that he needed to pick up some tools at the store, then we would go to the Shop. At first I didn't like hearing that, but then he quickly added, "we don't have to do exactly what SHE says ... after we get done at the store, we'll get to the Barber's, most likely have to wait awhile, get our haircuts, then we will go next door to have a Cheeseburger (! )." I turned to him and grinned broadly ... it was at rare times like this, that he would come up with a doozy of a plan that would derail her best efforts to control our lives! Haaaaa. So in about 2hrs, we found ourselves not only "skin-headed", but waiting outside for the Burger place to open. We killed time by going two doors down in the short strip of shops, to the general store where he got us Candy (for his road trips, and for my satisfaction!!!! YEAH! Score one for the men in the family, FINALLY ) That Cheeseburger, with Chips and Pepsi was incredible – not only did it taste great, it felt like we had gotten away with the ultimate caper – something like breaking into Fort Knox and escaping without getting Caught!! It took some of the sting out of what looked to be a disappointing day. When we got back, we were told to "shake out our heads on the porch, that she didn't want any loose hair in her house" Geez ... Any QUESTIONS???

So after ANOTHER SHOWER, I redressed and immediately decided I was OUT OF THERE. I blew past her, and said, "I'm taking the lawnmower, to see if I can get a job this afternoon – extra cash, right?" I was told to be careful, and be back no later than 5pm ... as tonight she was making Fried Chicken. Well, at least she had THAT going for herself. I beat it down the driveway, and took a rare right turn up the hill. I had been itching to get a look at that tall lady two doors up. When I went to their door, with lawnmower right behind, I knocked. The Dad came to the door, I told him who I was and why I was there, and he automatically turned and yelled "Violet!!" – he was watching the game, and was not interested in anything I had to say. Then this very, very tall lady, maybe 35, came to the door, recognized me immediately, and stepped out on her porch with me. She said that from her backyard, she'd seen me mowing & washing cars, and YES, she wanted my help. I pointed in the direction of "Mr.", but she said he had a bad back, and stayed away from physical labor – doctor's orders.

Then she changed the subject, saying "man, you are tall!" to which I said, "have you checked the mirror lately, ma'am?" She said she was 6'1". We both stood up perfectly straight, and even though I stood eye to eye with this woman, I "thought" I was only 6' – geez, was I getting taller? So what?, I asked her if she had played sports ... she said with obvious pride, that she had played basketball in High School, and even now, she played on a Women's Volleyball team in City Rec. I told her I had played basketball, but I was taking the year off to concentrate on studies, and also making money doing odd jobs in the neighborhood. By this time we were sitting on the porch, at the top of three small steps, when she continued. "My little girl (the tomboy, from earlier sightings) wishes she was a boy, but I am trying my best to get her to do 'Girl's Things'. I would rather pay someone like you to do little jobs around my house, than have her out there, thinking she should work in the yard."

So we struck up a deal for me to come late in the week and do her full yard, adding that the car(s) would be a catch-as-catch-can type of thing. We agreed on $10 (allowing me to do the $5 / $5 split, YES). I asked "Vi", as she wanted me to call her, if next time she would tell me about her games, before and now. She thanked me, and went back inside ... leaving me with the thoughts that she could be quite pretty, maybe even sexy – even though I could make out NO TITS for her, at this early juncture. Those long legs, and that chic hairstyle with her medium brown hair just long enough for her (or someone else, we'll say) to curl it under her ears, made her uniquely appealing ... just one more thing – she LOOKED like a "VI" ... she did NOT look like a "VIOLET". I rest my case ... for the moment...

The rest of the street looked pretty dead, so I went to the top, and cut a direct left – shortly putting me at the top of the hill of Joann's street. I walked between two houses, and then to my right. There were the makings of a young family in the front yard of the 2nd house down. So I went towards them with a smile ... there were two youngsters playing near the front walk, just short of the entrance to this house. Things looked a little unkempt there, and the front yard was up to about three inches. I said HI to the Wife, who immediately fired back, "Well HI YOURSELF" The husband was taking some boxes out of the station wagon in the driveway, and looked at me as if to say "where the hell are you going". The wife was walking out to meet me. She said "I'm Christy Anne, what's your name, son?" I told her, and her husband, but he just ducked back into the wagon. The two boys were maybe between 4&6 years old. Then Christy Anne said, "so why the hell are you here"?, in something like a New York accent. I had met a few people from the New England states, who talked abruptly like this lady did. She said "I'm from Joy-see" (maybe meaning "New Jersey"?) So I spat out "I do lawns in the neighborhood, and wash cars too. She wanted to know how much is it, so I told her $5 minimum per job. She thought that was "fa-yuh". I observed, "Your lawn's getting kinda thick and shaggy", and she agreed. When she put her hands on her hips and turned to speak to her husband, maybe 25' away, I FINALLY noticed that starting just inches below her chin were TWO WORLD GLOBES, with a definite center dividing line. They stood out greatly, for she was a fairly thin woman, with small features. Now THAT was interesting ... We agreed that I'd check back with them Monday and maybe set up a job.

When I turned to go to the street, I saw Joann in front of her house, watering the grass by hand. Her eyes followed me as I got to the street and turned right. So I angled over. When I got past the "HI" part, I told her she looked nice that day. She got past that lame greeting with "You had a big day yesterday, didn't You?" I apologetically smiled and said "Yes, I did" ... then, giving her body the once-over, I added, "And you were great". She immediately looked down, as if not to miss a spot with the spray, but I could see she liked my answer. See looked then at my sidekick, the infamous Lawnmower. I explained with, "Oh, just out drumming up business". Without looking up, she remarked, "I hope you won't think I am being too forward, but I still have some totally free time before my little-Nicky, and the wardens get home tomorrow ... if you're not too busy later today..." I blurted out, "what about Now?" She turned around, pulled the rest of the hose back to the outlet, and turned off the water. "Put your Mower between the Car and the House, OK?". She got almost to the front door, then advised, "go around back" ... at this point, I did exactly as I was told, thinking ahead to a nice reward, should I follow directions.

I turned toward her porch, and as I climbed the steps, I looked across two back yards to first see a 2nd car in Glenna's driveway, then a male out in the backyard – this apparently was the SOB that was neglecting his wife. Before I could take my thoughts any further ... the back door opened, I went through it, and felt it close very quickly behind me. Joann was right behind it, out of sight. Then suddenly I felt her warmth, inches from me. We gently took hold of each other, but turned our faces away – maybe thinking we should ease into this surprise chance of being together again. She said, "I know it's silly, but I really felt empty when I woke up during the night, and you weren't there" I lightened my grip on her, freed our faces, and said from 2 inches away, "let's make up for that". She asked how much time I had, to which I answered ... as long as it took to make her happy. I started with her top, but edged my hands inside her bra as soon as I could. I playfully said, "Ma'am, you are perspiring" ... and not waiting for a reply... "let's get a shower, and be perfect for each other". There was no argument, and in seconds we were standing in the shower, closing the curtain, and under the warm water, kissing like teenagers – well, after all ... It felt so great to take my time, hold her beautiful face in my hands, and let my tongue explore every part of her mouth. The fact that she was so willing to let me go anywhere on her I wanted was thrilling to me, and my Dick. After a 10 minute session in there, I reached around her, turning the water off, then stepped out to receive her with a towel. She liked my looking out after her first. We went into the bedroom, and I lay down in the center of the large bed. I pulled her on top of me, so she could sit on me and look down. I couldn't help but think how it felt so great that I was so quickly looking at this beautiful slightly dark body, and KNOWING a guaranteed FUCK was about to take place. "You know, from there – if you put me inside you, you have full control ... you can get as little as you want, or as much as you want ... you can move fast, or slow ... Lady's choice". She moved to take me in her hands, then said, "How long did you say you'd been with Girls?" To which I replied, "I didn't ... but I will say they taught me everything I know" She immediately bent down and gave me the softest, quickest, and most gentle tiny kiss on the head of my Dick, then popped up immediately, as if to say "that wasn't me, I didn't do that". I laughed, but that didn't stop me from getting harder in her grip ... she started to jack me off very, very slowly, while looking down at my growing Dick, proud of her work...

So I licked my fingers and just as gently slipped them in her Pussy, already pretty wet. She closed her eyes immediately. "Was what we did yesterday really different than before?" She said, "I felt a part of it, instead of feeling like I just had to give up, and accept it." She then focused on my eyes, saying "Do you want to Fuck me again"? ... I half whispered, "I want you to Fuck me, anyway you want" ... I got an "ohhhhh", as this beautiful Girl chose to go directly to work. Her eyes did not leave mine, while she moved forward and back, experimenting to see what felt best. Even though I didn't want to break up the mood, I said "Five years ago, it wasn't very good, was it"? ... she kept moving, but managed to shake her head no. "That guy – your fiance – didn't give you a chance at all, he just forced himself on you." She kept looking deep into my eyes, and said "I hated him". So then I decided to get back to THAT sometime in the future.

After she felt that I'd let that subject go, she started moving with purpose, and said "this is so good ... I mean YOU are so good" I managed somehow to delay my EGO, and said, "Babe, you're doing it all, get everything you want." That really set her in motion, as if she broke out of some sort of restraints. She started pounding on my Dick ... when I brought my knees up behind her, that made her move up and down – giving me the chance to see this pretty, thick bush move up, exposing the length of my Dick, and go crashing down, making my Dick disappear. She saw my excitement, and just went up and down harder, finally letting out a big scream. She caught herself and put a hand over her mouth, which I took away. "This is our bed, do ANYTHING you want, and don't STOP MOVING." She shifted into an even higher gear, then just as suddenly froze, exhaled with an AHHHHH, and totally collapsed forward on me. She was doing her best to catch her breath, while I marveled that her tits were now on my face. I turned loose of her arms, going nuts on her nipples, back and forth. She boosted herself up, just enough to be able to watch me as I nibbled on them. But then she closed her eyes and gave me a body hug from above, with her arms & legs clutching. To which I said, "YOU JUST CAME" That made her laugh out loud, and drop her tongue in my mouth, licking every inch that she touched. We were both in a laugh mode, until I said, "try again...". She sat straight up, and this time, there was no gearing up – she started in 3rd gear, and was pumping hard, this time with little squeals of OHHHH's and "DAVE'ssss".