Gerald Summers: The Mouth Merchants

"I found out.

"Sex.

"Al was there, slumped on the couch. He looked up, sort of sullen, as if he'd been dragged to something he didn't like and hadn't any use for. He looked real sharp, though, in awning-striped pants and a black leather jacket, even if he didn't ride a motorcycle.

"Ellen grabbed Jim's arm, as if she were afraid I might snatch him-and him I wouldn't have. He was long and gawky, with a big mop of hair not long enough to be hippie, just mop. She introduced me to Al, as if we didn't see each other every day at school. He didn't get up, just patted the couch and said, 'Park it, kid. We'll get around to what for later.'

"Ellen giggled and said, 'Isn't he cute? I'm going to take Jim out and show him something. So you two just sit and chat… '

"And I'll bet she did show him something. Everything she had. Tits, rump, cunt and all.

"That left me in an awkward spot, standing there with my bare face hanging out. What can you say? To a boy. Now, if we'd even had one dance, that would break the ice and things would have gone along naturally, just yakking. Not that I cared so much what boys yakked about, but they're boys, aren't they? And I'm talking to 'em. Maybe, during the dance, letting him feel me up a little. Just enough to get things warmed up but never letting one of 'em get to home plate. Up to then. But what can you do when there's nothing but a boy and a couch. A feeling-up then can lead to all sorts of things.

"So I sat down in the big chair opposite. A real deep chair that's not easy to get out of, and that hikes a miniskirt way up, which I honestly hadn't thought about. I knew it pretty quick, though, when I saw Al looking. And the way he looked. I realized then that I had on my skimpiest panties, meaning to show 'em to Mom as proof I needed some new ones.

"Pulling down the miniskirt would be like pulling down a cellophane window shade-just calling attention to what I knew I was showing. So I just sat there, letting him look. And, to be honest, getting a little hot in my britches because of it.

"Al patted the couch a couple of times, kind of inviting, but I didn't move, some because I was nervous and some because that chair was hard to get out of. Along about then Al grinned. A real meaningful grin. I don't know how I knew it was a meaningful grin or really what it meant, but I knew it and I could make a pretty good guess at what it meant.

"Al got up, slow and sort of stinky, and slouched across to the chair, easing himself down on the arm and grinning down at me. And looking right down my blouse, to my titties. He reached over with one hand and slid it inside my blouse, right on my breast.

"I almost leaped out of the chair then, only I couldn't. I could just give a sort of convulsive wiggle that shook my boobs. I guess it looked like I meant to… I mean, shake them at him. Because he slid down into the chair, shoving me over, still keeping one hand on my tit.

"Oh, it was exciting, all right. And scary. I'd never let a boy actually feel them before. Heat started up in them and spread down my stomach and seemed to center down at my cunt. I tried to wiggle out but we were wedged into that chair and I couldn't. Maybe I didn't wiggle as hard as I should have. And maybe I should have yelled. Only I couldn't. My mouth felt full of hot cotton.

"Al slid his other hand down on my leg, smoothing the inside of my thigh and reaching up, just touching my pussy. I tried to push his hand away but I couldn't get any leverage. Besides, I was beginning to feel weak. And shaking. And very hot. So I stopped and lay back, just letting his hands roam.

"He slid out of the chair and fumbled with my panties until he got them off. I might even have helped some. Then, for a minute or two, he just knelt there, looking right at my cunt and breathing heavy.

"Suddenly he reached for me and draped me over the big, cushiony arm of the chair, my legs hanging over the side and my miniskirt up to my navel, with the rest of me down in the seat of the chair.

"He came around to stand by the arm, between my legs, looking. Then he started feeling me up again, running his fingers right into my cunt until I was gasping for breath. And I needed it. My chest felt so tight I could have worn a three-sizes smaller bra, if I wore a bra.

"He tugged off my miniskirt and opened my blouse, so I was as good as naked, with my tits standing up and my nipples so hard they ached. He played with them for a minute or so, kind of rough, edging in tighter on me and spreading my legs. He looked down at me, questioningly. 'You had your Pill?'

"For a moment I didn't know what he meant. Lots of kids in our school are on pills, pep pills, mostly. So I said, 'I never touch reds.' That's what we called them, 'reds.'

"Al grunted. 'I didn't mean that kind of pill. The Pill. So you won't get a baby. No, you little boobie. I guess you didn't. What did you think this was gonna be? A knitting circle?' Al scrabbled in his pockets and groaned. 'And I ain't got a condom. God damn! And I sure don't mean to fix us up with no kid. Jim's got some… ' He glanced at the closed door of Ellen's room. 'Only I don't think he wants to be interrupted.'

"He looked back at my cunt and my boobies and sighed. 'And I ain't about to give up that nice piece of flesh! So I'll eat it. Eat it up, hair and all.' Not that I had much hair down there. Just a sort of downy fuzz.

"If I could have talked I'd have said, 'Let's quit.' At least, I think I would have. Except that right then I just wanted-well, I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I sure wanted it bad. My whole insides were on fire with the want, with most of the heat right in my cunt. I think I'd have taken on a dog about then. A big dog. Not that I ever have.

"I watched Al slide down to the floor, until his eyes just peeped over my mound. His hands went on playing with my tits but his tongue was sliding along the sides of my thighs and right into my cunt! It hit my clitoris and I really bucked in that chair. I had never felt anything so-well, both scary and exciting.

"Al played with my titties, nipping at my nipples with his fingers, while his mouth clamped down on my pussy and he started sucking. I could feel that suck way up in my stomach. And his tongue was working on my clitoris until I just humped up at him, moaning.

"It seemed to go on forever yet be over awfully quick. Some dam up inside me burst. The relief of that! It was terrific! The most! And Al went on sucking and lapping at the juices I poured down until I was nearly crazy. I was really dizzy from it, just tossing my head and murmuring, 'Please! Please! Please!' Not meaning anything, really.

"Finally Al stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning a little. 'That was very tasty pussy. Virgin cunt, too. Very nice. Verrrry nice. Next time, we'll have a real ball. We'll go all the way.'

"There never was a next time. Al broke his leg trying to ride his big brother's motorcycle and by the time he was out and circulating again, I had graduated from kids like Al. I had a real, full-grown man. And he had forgotten more about making love than Al will ever learn.

"Jerry was a Vietnam veteran, not very tall but real cute in a tough kind of way. He had a kid, a boy about three, and I did some baby-sitting for him. He didn't have a wife. Maybe they were divorced or maybe she was dead-or had run off with some other guy. He never talked about her or had any pictures of her around.

"I liked to baby-sit for him because he had a big color TV set and he'd leave nice snacks for me in the refrigerator. Also, he paid a quarter an hour better than most. With double for after twelve.

"So when he called Mom, I went there this night. Only, when I got there, he looked embarrassed. 'My date stood me up, so I don't need… ' I guess he saw my face fall. I had been counting on his baby-sitting money. 'But it's all right, Ellie. I'll pay you just the same.' He laughed. 'But not overtime.' And reached for his wallet.