Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"If you'd like me to fix you some coffee…"

"I had some coffee." She nodded her head towards the back of the shop. "They in there?"

"Yes, we were just thinking of fixing some breakfast."

"Past ten, little late for breakfast." She came into the shop. "How late did you all sleep, anyway?"

I let that one fly on by. I wanted to kick Mrs. Tyler in the ass, get her out of the shop. But she strode directly to the back and into the kitchen. Lorrie and Keith were standing by the refrigerator, Keith with a glass of orange juice. I felt the tension in my guts break, flow away. Those crazy kids had been so happy-go-lucky about it all that I wasn't ready for their old lady.

"Who said you could spend the night?" Mrs. Tyler demanded. I noticed that the heels were run down on the shoes she wore and her jacket had one frayed sleeve. Keith and Lorrie just looked at her. Blank, dumb-kid looks. I knew the scene.

"I don't see why it matters," Lorrie offered. She took Keith's orange juice and sipped.

"Eating here's one thing, sleeping is something else." Mrs. Tyler wheeled, started back towards the shop. "I want you both home right away…"

Wren emerged from his bedroom and the four of us exchanged conspiratorial looks as the front door jangled its bell. There was some shyness in the looks too, as if our night together had been a little wilder than any of us had planned.

Lorrie walked with a slight gimp and Keith didn't say much, though I caught him looking at me plenty. It was so nutty, the whole far-out night. I felt like a mother protector who'd flipped. The Great Mother who'd been swarmed by her children. And only now was I remembering how much jizz I'd taken into my body.

But the kids were jiving each other, the day was going to sliver in a dozen directions and I let it. When the place emptied, I opened the shop as usual and returned to the inventory check.

A rush of customers in the afternoon buoyed my spirits. I sold a large bureau and a mirror.

Warren had taken a pack and gone off into the woods to look for his brother. I made up my mind not to go hunting for worry until worry came looking for me.

Three days, three nights. I spent a lot of that time in shorts, gazing at my wicked little tattoo. The scorpion gave me no hints for guiding my life from that point on. I began to wonder if I'd finally and forever lost my ever-loving mind. There was another way to approach the whole thing. Pretend it never happened. It had been too fantastic a situation to really believe. Would my friend Jackie believe me if I told her that after fucking Scott (almost under her nose).

I could hardly believe it myself. Especially that grand finale where we all ended up fucking and sucking in the same queen-sized bed.

Time tick-tocked away. Customers came and went, some buying, most not. Then on the morning of my fourth day alone in the shop my period started. At least I didn't have that to drive me half nutty anymore. My luck was holding…

I wondered idly about Warren. It was funny how he had to disappear for a while after that last wild night. Probably had a million confusing thoughts in his head, and wanted to commune with nature for a while to see what Mother Nature thought.

After the local preacher stopped by to invite me to join his flock I knew that nothing had leaked. I was still straight in everyone's eyes. And with this out of the way, I could start thinking about sex again. But no one came, no boys that is. I was getting desperate. Even my tampax was starting to look pretty good on Thursday, but there's nothing particularly sexy about putting a tampax into my cunt. Don't know why, there just isn't.

It was getting to be afternoon when Lorrie came in, looked both ways and ducked through the door.

"Hiya."

"Everything cool?" I asked.

"Sure. My mom gets fits of trying to act like a mother. It wasn't anything much." She sat down and kicked off her sandals. "It's really getting to be summer. Hot as shit!"

I got a couple of Cokes from the kitchen. We sipped and talked about nothing much for a minute or two. Then Lorrie looked at me seriously.

"You know the other night when you were letting Keith and Warren fuck me?"

"Yeah." She sipped her Coke. "Didn't you worry about getting knocked up?" My cool didn't out cool my red face.

"I messed that one up. But I was lucky." Big smile. "I started today."

"Wow, I'm glad." There was a moment of silence, a knowing girl look between us. "I thought you were probably on the pill."

"So do most boys." I rubbed the back of my hand against my mouth. I began to think of fucking again. "I can't take the pill."

"I've just been lucky myself. When a guy has a rubber, well that's better." She puckered her mouth to the Coke.

"You've been fucking a year now?"

"Off and on." We both laughed.

Lorrie chewed the corner of her nail. "I remember when I went out one time with this guy I was crazy to fuck. He didn't have a rubber and wouldn't drive to Carsbury to buy one. So I went in Wilson's market and bought a baggie." She shrugged, laughed. "He said it wasn't worth a damn, but I think I musta come three times that night."

"Not on the same baggie…"

Lorrie giggled, almost spilled her Coke.

The quiet of the store fell around us. I was eyeing her, she looking at me. Lorrie rubbed her tan nose.

"You ever fuck during your period?"

I hesitated to answer, embarrassed by the prejudice I'd picked up from my Victorian mother. "I never have, but I'm starting to get pretty horny these past days." Lorrie laughed. "Do you?"

"I don't care one way or the other. Sometimes it really excites a guy to fuck me during my period, so then I dig it like he does." Lorrie finished her Coke.

"You have the right idea. That's really the cool way to look at things." Lorrie took the compliment grandly.

"There was this guy I used to go with, Wendel Purdy. He liked to watch me change my tampax, stuff like that. He would write me dirty notes in class saying how bad he wanted to fuck me and I'd get so damn hot I'd have to take care of myself… right in class."

I was curious, and Lorrie's conversation had warmed my loins. With no boys around, it was cheap entertainment.

"That sounds hard to do."

"Easy!" Lorrie raised her eyebrows, tilted her head. "I got a way of crossing my legs and jigging them with the corner of a book jammed down against my cunt." She showed me by patting the center of her cuntmound. "Works every time. One time the teacher asked me to get up and recite though, and I'd just had my come. That was a little scary. I couldn't talk very good and my knees weren't too strong."

Lorrie got up and walked lazily to the door. "I guess I'd better be going. Oh yeah, Keith has been dying to come up and see you, but he's still scared somebody might think…" She tilted her head cutely, "…you and him."

I chuckled. "I think we could walk down the main street holding hands and no one would even turn. I was weirded out at first, but not anymore. I mean, I'm old enough to…"

"…to be his mother," Lorrie finished. She wrinkled her nose in an impudent way. "Some mother!" And she trotted down the steps, sandals flung over one shoulder.

On Friday, business was nothing. I stayed open until three and then locked up and sauntered downtown to do some shopping. I strung it out as long as I could, knowing that when I got back, there'd only be that empty shop, the kitchen and a bedroom or two to rattle around in. I even thought of walking up to the end of town where the Tylers' house was, but I thought better of it. I'd been lucky as hell the first time. No sense in making anything obvious. Let the good times come to you… and all that sort of thing.

When I returned to the shop, the front door was open. I suspected Warren, but found Todd, his feet up on the kitchen table, pack leaned against the wall.