Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

Don was the best customer in the bar. In fact, he was the only customer, but he seemed to be trying to make up for all those who were doing their duty at the Reserve meetings or playing cards, and fraternizing with their brothers down at the Moose Lodge. It was his fifth quart-size frosted mug of cold draft beer and he was noticeably pitched at a steeper angle over the wooden table scored with thousands of names and telephone numbers, some dating to the days when three digits was all the tiny town boasted. He knew how much Diane hated this place because of its well deserved reputation as a hangout for the town hell-raisers, but he didn't care. Besides, he was well on his way to another rip-roaring drunk.

He was in one of those stupid self-pitying moods that often come after the one-drink-too many, the kind you hate yourself for but you can't do a damn thing about it.

What if he had it all to do over, he wondered. Where would he be if he had never piled into Jake's new Chevy that spring afternoon for the drive south in search of a job? Where would he be today… rich? He doubted it. Worse off? Well, that was a definite possibility, without Diane around to keep him out of trouble.

He laughed aloud and the bartender cast him a suspicious look, but Don was already on his own private time-tunnel voyage back a few years… back to that crazy night when Lou Ann greeted them in her own special way and welcomed them to Evansboro… Where was she now, he wondered. Hah, maybe she married Jake… or even Tom! Or both of 'em. She was woman enough to do it!

That nutty spring evening she turned up alone at the big unfurnished house they had rented, pooling their resources to come up with enough for a deposit… was it really so long ago? Hell, that was a night he would always remember as vividly as yesterday… with a hard-on!

"Hey, Don, get the door, will 'ya! I'm trying to take a shower in this crummy little tub!" Jake shouted down from the head of the stairs. Tom was asleep on the floor in the dining room, sprawled on a makeshift mattress of dirty clothes in his undershorts and still sweating in the sultriness of this Carolina night.

"Yeah, yeah, all right… maybe it's the mayor with a key to the city," Don muttered irritably. Probably the sheriff, he thought cynically, with free transportation to the town limits.

He opened the door and switched on the porch light…

"Hi… you must be one of the new guys. I'm Lou Ann… Lou Ann Ledbeuer, and I just stopped by to welcome you to Evansboro." Don blinked and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; he had been half asleep and he wanted to be sure that he wasn't seeing things. There was a slender teenage girl in the doorway, clad in what passed that summer for a uniform among the girls thereabouts – cutoff jeans and a man's T-shirt. Only most of the girls deferred to parental displeasure and wore a bra underneath… Lou Ann had nothing under hers. And it was excitingly obvious!

"Uh, thanks, Lou Ann," he mumbled nervously. "Do you want to come in?"

She glanced around the empty parlor – there was no furniture, just a few overturned boxes and a single burn-marred mattress. "Well… I guess it would be all right," she smiled impishly. When she stepped into the entry hallway, Don got a better look… she was at that delicate brink between the innocence of girlhood and the sexy charms of being a grown woman. But when it came to sheer sexiness… she was already there. She had a way of looking at you that made your pulse race like a shot of adrenalin, sleepy bedroom eyes that seemed to already be glazed with that heady kind of passion that some women seem to be born with.

She was a brunette, not overly pretty like a lot of extremely sensuous women, and her breasts seemed to be straining to burst through the white cotton sheerness of her T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and quarter-size, pink and crinkly under her thin garment.

Jake came to the edge of the stair rail upstairs, almost directly over their heads and shouted down. "Hey, who was it?"

Lou Ann glanced up first and Don saw her blush, but she didn't look away. He followed her line of vision upward and found himself staring up under the towel that Jake had thrown around his hips when he stepped dripping from the shower.

Jake looked down into her eyes and stayed close to the rail… he knew what she was looking at and he could read that glistening sparkle in her teenage eyes as well as Don.

"My, my… hi there, baby. What brings you to this den of wickedness?"

"I just wanted to welcome you to town," Lou Ann purred. "And I'm glad I came." She was staring right at the long thickness of Jake's cock, already hardening now as they had all been nearly a week without women.

"Come on up, honey, and we'll talk about… uh… things," he grinned wickedly. Just then Tom stumbled into the hallway, sleepy and disoriented. He saw the pretty young girl standing there and did an abrupt about-face, still in just his jockey undershorts.

"Oh, don't leave… I'm not embarrassed if you aren't."

She turned with a wink and started upstairs at Jake's invitation with Don and Tom right at her heels like faithful puppies. It was almost too fast, too unexpected, and they just looked at each other in wonderment and disbelief… was this a joke? A trick played on them by the town fathers? Or a setup? Was there a car full of deputies outside waiting to rush in and bust them for some unspeakable sex crime?

Only Jake rose to the occasion… he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever the circumstances. He tucked the edge of his towel inside the rest, but the bulge of his erection beneath it made it spill from his hips, leaving him naked right there in front of the young girl.

Coolly, she reached down for the towel at his feet and handed it to him. "I think you dropped this, honey."

"Thanks… but maybe I won't be needing it, right?" He cocked his head and looked sideways at her, trying to gauge her response before he went too far and found himself in trouble.

He reached out to her and took the bottom of her T-shirt in both hands and began to pull it up her slender girlish body. She merely looked at him with eyes smoldering warmly with adolescent desires.

He lifted her shirt until it stopped just under the firm curve of her ripely formed breasts, exposing the flat suntanned plane of her belly and the tiny dipping cleft of her navel. She looked at him wordlessly, but a dozen carnal thoughts and desires passed silently between their eyes… and she slowly raised her arms over her head in naked, unquestioning submission.

"You've seen all my secrets, Lou Ann… now I ought'a get a look at yours!" he breathed excitedly as he tugged her T-shirt up and over her breasts and then along her arms until she was naked to the waist. She crossed her arms sullenly, not over her breasts as most girls might have, but under them so that their ripe fullness was lifted even higher and her nipples turned up at him.

Don and Tom merely stood by speechless, their eyes bulging with excitement as they ogled the half-naked teenager who had popped into their lives so mysteriously and suddenly. She was slender but nicely built, with full delicious boobs that stood high and proud without her added support, the kind that never needed a bra.

Jake opened the snap of her beltless jeans and pulled them down over her trim girlish hips. Once clear of the slight bulge of her upper thighs, they fell to her ankles and she kicked them clear of her bare feet without looking down…

"These too," she whispered, her voice strangely hoarse with the rising heat of her girlish passion. Her fingers were in the waistband of her crisp white panties and Jake took them in both his huge hands and tugged them free… until she stood in front of the three men completely naked, like a teenage Venus!