Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Hey, you got some beer!"

"What happened to Warren?"

"Left him up the mountain. I think he's lovesick."

I popped my beer, listened to him dig another out of the carton. The old guessing game. And how much did Todd know?

"Didn't you hear me," he needled. "I said he was lovesick."

"Oh?" I gulped beer without appearing to gulp it. It wasn't easy to look someone in the eyes and play dumb.

"What happened down here anyway while I was up on the mountain?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary." I was afraid I'd made it sound too ordinary. Todd looked ready to jump at anything.

"You know what I think?" Todd seemed smug. It made me nervous. So I looked at him blankly, as if I was only being polite to listen. "I think he wanted to fuck you and you wouldn't go along with that, so now he's up in the woods brooding." He examined a fingernail with measured cool. "Warren's a funny kid. Quiet, but underneath…"

Todd clapped his hands. "See, he daydreams a lot. He must have daydreamed about you until he thought he was really fucking you. Then you shut off his water." Big smile.

"How do you think up things like that?" I was peering over the top of my beer can. "I mean it's really far out come on. I'm fight, aren't I?" He looked at his beer, at me. By the tone of his voice, I knew he wasn't positive. Just a ballsy guesser, that was Todd.

"You're wrong." I opened the refrigerator to put away my groceries.

Todd stewed. "Whadaya mean, I'm wrong?" His chair grated. I sensed him standing behind me. Uppity young stud. Know-it-all bastard. All I could think of was slapping Todd Lomax in the face with a wet towel. But I had something better.

"You're wrong about Warren just wanting to fuck me." I thought I actually heard him swallow. And it wasn't beer. "Hey, you sound dry." I closed the refrigerator, turned. "Better have some more beer." Todd's mouth was open.

"That little bastard didn't get in your pants… I know he didn't." He pushed his long black hair out of his eyes. I heard the beer can crinkle. Todd gulped from it, almost choked on foam.

"No, he didn't get in my pants." I finished my beer, pried another from the carton. "I took them off first." Todd's face crumbled like a condemned building getting the ax. He was having one hell of a time keeping up his macho cocksman facade.

"I… don't believe…" This time he spilled his beer down the front of his shirt. He wiped awkwardly. "Naw… not that little fuckin' fart."

I took my beer and headed out the back door. Todd hurried out behind me. I went to an old canvas lawn chair and fell into it. Todd strutted nervously before me.

"You're kidding, huh?" His smile was very, very thin.

"Look, I'm not trying to convince you of anything. It's a free country."

Todd stalked back and forth along the crumbling brick walk.

"You won't find any wild asparagus here."

"What?" His look said I was crazy.

"You're stalking. I thought you might be looking for a wild asparagus." I smothered my laugher with the beer. Didn't want to rile him too much.

"You're really funny. You just tear me up." Pissed off.

I watched him disappear through the back gate and trudge away towards town. After a while I went back in the house and washed up the dishes. It started to get dark, a storm moving over the mountains around Holdenville. I stayed outside until the rain started, then went in to fix some supper.

I was in bed with a book when I heard Todd come in. He fooled around the kitchen, opened another bear. He wanted to make sure I knew he was available. I giggled to myself, rolled over and turned off the light so I could listen to the rain on the roof.

I wondered about Warren, somewhere in a tent. A tent that didn't leak, I hoped. Warren was sweet. Todd had pegged him right when he'd said he was shy, but there was that wildness underneath. Not like Keith who was a crazy cowboy on the make.

I wondered what the boys thought about fucking me together that night. I moved my hips, rocked them. The reverie was getting to me. I tilted my cuntmound up, brushed my fingers over the silk of my panty-crotch. Wow.

The rain was steady and sometimes a gust would blow hard against the window.

Knock, knock on my door. "Yes?"

"It's Todd. I wondered if you wanted to talk?"

"Not tonight, Todd. Goodnight." I buried my laugh in a pillow. In a moment his steps sounded back down the hall.

I listened to the rain until I was sleepy. Just before I drifted off I remembered how horny I was, thought of the sweet, young bodies that had satisfied me the past week. But I was proud of my will power. It did you good to go without cocks or fingers sometimes. I didn't fuck when I was on the rag anyway, but it would have been so easy to play games with myself. Nice little finger games. I yawned and dozed away to a streamlined dreamland.

It must have been after one in the morning when I woke up having to piss. That damned beer. It wasn't raining anymore and the clouds had parted for the moon. I scrambled around for my glasses, found them and started down the hall. No need to turn on the lights. Just going to piss. I slipped on a T-shirt.

Todd caught me as I was coming out of the john. I hollered plenty loud since I had no idea who it was.

"Jesus, you want to see me have a heart attack?"

His arms brushed mine, fingers against the outward swell of my hips. I wished I'd put my robe on.

"I was thinking about you. Couldn't sleep." He smiled in the darkness. I could just make out the lust on his face.

"Go back to bed."

"I want to talk."

"You don't want to talk, you want to fuck." I pushed his hands away. "I'm on the rag. Even if I did want to fuck, I wouldn't want to." He touched me again, stronger this time. "Todd, would you move out of the way!"

I took my time going down the hall. His footsteps were close behind, but I didn't want to let him see me running. Aroused the old hunter instinct. Those who flee are pursued… something like that. I had a latch on my door. If I could close it… Todd put his foot in.

"Todd, I'm going to bed…" The door was forced open, and I staggered back, catching my heel on the legal the bed. "…damn you!"

"You're so fine." Hands on my shoulders.

I could see his black hair swinging forward off his shoulders. I was falling backwards, slumped onto the bed. Todd was over me, heavy, pressing down. My tits were flattened by his hands. His hand dug at my panties, inched the elastic down. I laughed out loud. Todd stopped, looked at me in the gloom.

"What's so funny?"

"If you think you're going to rape me…" I laughed again.

"Maybe I should."

"Rape isn't any fun." I shoved my hand down his belly, plunged under his shorts and circled the weight of his cock with my fingers. Its size shocked me a little, but I held on, moving the skin up and down slowly. I figured I could fight fire with fire this time. I knew Todd was a pushover, not half as much the cocksman as he pretended. I'd work his prick so I had him in the palm of my hand… like I did now. Both hands. Then I'd tell him I had to go get rid of my tampax and… zip, into the other bedroom, lock the door and back to sleep.

"Jesus, that feels…" I smiled, nodded.

"Like it?"

"I knew you really wanted to…" He slid over, let me sit up. I massaged the skin around his balls until they hung loose in their sac. Todd was hairier than his half-brother, hairier than Warren and Keith put together. A kinky, thick pubic thatch that tickled my hand when I jacked his cock. His foreskin was heavier, longer too. Even now the shiny-wet crown was not fully exposed. If I could get away with it, I could milk his prick dry with my hand and then run him back to bed. Through the dregs of my grass high, through my sleepiness I felt a tingle in the hot pit of my cunt. But I didn't let it do anything else but tinge. I tried hard to think of antique chairs, stoves, picture frames.