Chapter Fourteen

Kevin couldn't get his mind off her. He'd get a hard-on just thinking about her body. The way her breasts looked, her hard nipples, her flat stomach. Man, he couldn't believe it. And her ass . . . that was too much. Really. It was so compact, so hard, and when she opened her perfect long legs, he could see the triangle of hair and her wet, waiting pussy.

Just today, someone threw him a pass and he missed it altogether, something he never did. He wasn't the best player on the team but he was known for his reliability.

Or at least he used to be. Now the ball just zipped right by him. Another time there had been a loose ball on the field, and Kevin had just sort of forgotten to go after it.

His coach, Jerry Schmidt, went nuts.

“Kevin, what the hell you doing out there, jerking off?”

Kevin almost wanted to yell back, “As a matter of fact, yeah. That's exactly what I'm doing. If you ever saw Vicki Hastings open her legs with her silk stockings still on, you'd be jerking off, too.”

Of course he said nothing at all. Just ran after the next ground ball and was glad that he was wearing a protective cup so no one could see what a hard-on he had.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. Not at lacrosse, not at home, not talking to Grandpa. No way.

He couldn't wait for school to end.

Tonight, Friday, only two days after they had first done it, was no different, at first.

He left practice, picked up his books, and headed over to the library about ten minutes before closing.

She came out, walking so sexily in the sodium lights, across the dark parking lot. Even from a hundred yards away he knew that walk, those white legs.

Why didn't she hurry? He couldn't wait to touch her, to kiss her mouth, then her throat and work his way down . . .

She smiled at him and got into her car.

He got in after her and leaned toward her.

“Wait,” she said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” Kevin asked. His voice cracked when he said it.

“I want to show you how to really make love. And the first thing we need is a bed.”

“Yeah,” Kevin said. “But what are we going to do, go to a motel?”

“No, baby, I have a better idea.”

“Where?”

“My house.”

“Great,” Kevin said. “I gotta feeling your husband might not go for it.”

“My husband is out of town,” Vicki said. “For three days. At a business meeting in Chicago. We have the whole house to play in.”

“But your neighbors,” Kevin said.

“They won't see you. Trust me, you won't be sorry.”

She reached over and squeezed his cock, and he almost came right there.

“It's the next house,” she said, as they drove down the dark block.

“You keep hunched down back there, okay?”

“Yeah, I can't get any lower.”

“Okay,” she said. “I'm turning left now.”

In the back, hunkered down on the floor, Kevin felt the bump as they headed into the driveway. Then he heard her click the remote and the garage door started to rise. Slowly, the car moved forward, and then they were inside. Behind him the door went back down.

She got out of the car, then opened the back door and looked down at him, huddled on the floor. She laughed.

“C'mon,” she said. “Let the games begin.”

He was naked, wandering through the dark upstairs hallway. And he was sooooo stoned. She'd brought out some weed and, at first, he didn't want to smoke it. His father was an FBI agent and here he was taking drugs. Man, that was worse than anything else he had done. But she wanted him to, and he couldn't turn her down. He didn't want to look like some young punk.

So he'd smoked the stuff, held it down like she told him to, and then, man, it was like the top of his head was gone. Really. He could imagine there were these little hinges on his scalp, and they unlatched, and then they sort of disappeared, and then the top just floated off and he had exposed brain pan in there, and it was okay because he couldn't feel it anyway, and also the walls were shimmering and his eyeballs were rolling around and his cock was hard and he was crawling . . . was he really crawling, yes . . . across the floor toward the bedroom, where she was hiding, and he had to find her or she would have to punish him. He thought that was the game anyway. She would punish him in some “terrible way,” she said.

And here he was crawling along with this huge hard-on, totally naked, and laughing and saying in a sort of growling voice, “If I find you I am going to fuck you.”

Which seemed stupid but also kind of funny, and he was laughing, hearing this hollow “hahaha” sound coming out of his mouth, but disembodied from it as well.

Hahahahahahaha.

And then he was in the master bedroom (but the master wasn't there, haha), and he crawled to the bed, and looked under it, and saw only darkness, but put out his hand and felt around. Nothing.

He crawled over to the closet and opened the door and there was no one there, either, and he felt like he was going to freak out he was so excited. Then he saw a tall wardrobe on the other side of the room and he crawled over the bed, laughing some more. And he said, “I know you're in there. Come out and plaaaay.”

And then he grabbed the knob and swung open the door, expecting her to pop out into his arms.

But nothing. Nothing at all.

He was shocked. Where the hell . . . and then he saw the cedar chest in the corner of the room, but before he could really give it his full attention, she leapt out of it, scaring the living shit out of him.

She gave a wild, terrifying yell and lunged at him, pointing a handgun at his face.

“You evil fucking child,” she screamed. “Give me your cock!”

Kevin fell back, horrified, as she jumped on him and aimed the barrel of the gun at his head.

Then she broke into wild laughter and pulled the trigger. Kevin heard the click and felt his heart stop for a beat. She laughed again and began to kiss him and hug him.

“Whoaaaa,” Kevin said.

“I love you so fucking much,” she said.

And she reached down and put his still-hard cock into her and began to ride on top of him.

The weed, the fun of the game, and the fear put Kevin into a whole new place, something he couldn't even name. He was inside her, and she was tight and she was kissing and biting his neck and what if Granddad saw it, but the hell with Granddad. He was inside Vicki and he was madly, wildly in love with her, and nothing else in the world mattered one damned bit.

But after it was over and he felt they had become one, a single thing, had actually melded into one another, she did a strange thing.

She sat in front of her mirror and looked at her face, running her fingers along the wrinkles on her cheeks and the little crow's feet by her eyes.

And she began to cry.

Kevin was out of bed at once and got up behind her, patting her cheeks and kissing her head.

“What's wrong, Vicki?”

“I look soooo old. God, my mother was so beautiful. Much more beautiful than I am. But in her forties she just fell apart. Wrinkles everywhere. She tried every cream they make but none of them really worked. She was the belle of the ball, as they used to say, but poof, like a fairy tale, it was all over.”

“That won't happen to you,” Kevin said. “That will never happen to you. And even if you do get some wrinkles, I'll never leave you, Vicki. You can count on that.”

She half turned and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course,” Kevin said. “I love you, Vicki, and no matter what I'll never, ever leave you.”

“Of course,” Vicki said. “You're my good, true boy. My sweetheart. I know I can always trust you.”

He kissed her and his heart almost burst with emotion.

How he hated to see her suffer. He would do anything to prevent that from happening. Anything.