Audrey opened her mouth and sucked him in. He wasn't very big in the dick department.
A guy at school had a deck of dirty playing cards last spring, the brand that features action shots of all the big porno movie stars, and Audrey's face had the same rapt, meditational look that was on the playing card girl whose mouth was full of. Big John Holmes' world famous thirteen and a half inch dick. Her eyes were shut tight, and her face seemed to glow, and you might have thought she was engrossed in prayer if you didn't know that her head was bobbing up and down as she swallowed little Jimmy's hard boyish prick. I could hear the slurps and smacks she made, even from ten feet away, and I could certainly hear Jimmy's groans of pleasure.
'Oh, yeah, Audrey! Suck it off! Let me squirt in your mouth again!'
'Mmmmmmm,' was all Audrey replied, but she couldn't very well speak with her mouth full. Her head moved faster, and I saw that she was taking him right to the hilt. Of course, he wasn't very long or very thick, either – Linda Lovelace would have called him an hors d'oeuvre before the main course, but I suppose he was big hot stuff to his baby-faced girl friend. He pulled on her pigtails as she ate him off, and I guess he got kinda rough, because she whimpered around his penis and he stopped pulling, real fast.
After a few moments more, Audrey raised her head and she gave him the sweetest, most open smile I could ever remember seeing. She looked just like a dainty little girl who's been given an unexpected present from her daddy and mommy for being so cute and sweet and dainty and polite. Jimmy's dick was frothy with her spit and still looked hard as a rock.
She stood up and unbuttoned her cutoffs, stepping out of them with one foot so that they dropped and clung on the other ankle.
Tossing one leg across his lap, she mounted him where he sat on the monument's base and, since the Civil War soldier didn't cover his granite eyes above them, I didn't feel any necessity to do so from my cover in the bushes. Audrey reached under her little buns and straightened up Jimmy's dick, and then she sat down on it, using her hand to get it up her pussy. I'd caught a brief glimpse of her pubes when she was undressing for him, and she had a few whiskers of beaver, but not much. And fucking already, I reminded myself.
'Ooohhh, Jimmmmeeee!' she squealed as her bottom pound against his loins and, obviously, her little pussy took a full dose of his prick. She squirmed and rocked atop him, hair swinging freely as she shook herself.
The skinny cheeks of her fanny rose and fell in alternation as she rode the boy, and his outstretched toes patted on the ground. He had her firmly by the waist, and from time to time I could see him thrust up into her. The upward lancing penetrations weren't on a regular basis – he seemed to do it whenever the urge got too strong to resist – which I think she liked it better that way, because she yelped and yipped in unfeigned excitement every time he did it to her. 'Ooooooohhh, Jimmy!!' she kept whining, her voice high and childish to begin with but raising an octave when the boy's wiggling prick squirmed aggressively up her tight twat.
He moved one hand from her waist onto the delicate swell of her ass, and he took a few fingers worth of Audrey's tight-fleshed butt in tow. She wiggled all the more as he pinched and kneaded her baby buns. 'Oh, Jimmmmmiiiieeeee!!! Kiss my titties! I think I'm going to come!!'
It made me feel the slightest bit antique.
Not Jill, though. She'd wasted nearly as much time as I had, but she had also redeemed herself heroically. And I was sure that when I got the next letter from her, I'd get a blow-by-blow description of her first fuck. Which left me in the slightly ridiculous position of biding in the bushes, watching a pair of children going at it, the closest I'd ever been to the real thing.
Jimmy got one of her big dark nipples in his mouth and he sucked so hard the girl had to wail and moan again. It would serve them right if a cop heard them and hustled his ass into the park to investigate. Bust their asses. Show them that reckless fucking just isn't tolerated here in Albany, Ohio, especially when more deserving young people have to go totally without, while their best friends are fooling around on the beach in a manner that would get the neon light from Casanova or Catherine the Great.
My pussy ached inside the tight crotch of my jeans, and I reached down automatically to rub that ache, to scratch the tremendous itching that oppressed my private parts. Why did they have to be so fucking private, anyway? If Jill could share hers with the world, why couldn't I – why shouldn't I – do the same? Besides, it was obviously a very simple thing to do. Even a kid could handle it. Like those two who were fucking each other's hearts out at the feet of Albany County's prototypical Civil War vet.
Audrey moaned it out, long and husky, 'I'm coming! I'm really coming this time, Jimmy! We did it!' but Jimmy wasn't saying anything at all. He was holding on tight and romping up into her so hard and fast that Audrey bounced on his lap. He mightn't be advertising the fact to the world at large, but it was evident that Jimmy was coming, too.
They parted finally, Audrey rising from his lap and his badly shriveled pecker. She touched herself between the legs, rubbing the half-formed slit nestled among the stray whiskers of bush, and she giggled, 'Look how it drips out of me, Jimmy! And it's so sticky, too!' She brought the finger to her mouth, stuck it in, and sucked as enthusiastically as she'd sucked his cock a few minutes ago. 'But you taste so goooooddd!'
Look at her, I thought. She isn't wasting her time hoping that Robert Redford or Charles Bronson or somebody of the same type will wander along and introduce her to the unabated busses and joys of getting laid. She isn't scared and making excuses to herself about how nobody is really worth the honor of getting in her pants. She's Goddamned doing it, so that when Prince Charming comes along after all, she'll be hip enough to appreciate him and give him his jollies in return.
What an asshole I'd been! Jill was smart enough to see her chance and grab it. Those fucking kids were smart enough to see their chance. Why was I hanging back like a stick in the mud? I pulled my head and shoulders back, quietly so I wouldn't rustic in the bushes and disturb the children at their post-coital smooching, and I tiptoed out of the vicinity. So I had the determination, sure enough, but it seemed that I needed a mirror something besides that. Like a boy. Ah, there was the rub!
There's a basketball court in the park, and as I got near it on my way out I could hear the thumpety-thump of a basketball bouncing on the hard asphalt. Did my eyes deceive me, or was the guy playing himself a game of ball none other than the Frisbee tosser who'd bounced his thing off my noggin not so very long ago?
'Hi, Rocky,' I said, leaning against the wire that surrounded the court. He flipped the ball through the hoop, swung in to catch it, and dribbled in my direction. Not bad at all, I thought, and he plays damn good basketball, too. 'Did you give up the Frisbee for something safer?'
'Oh, hi, Didi,' he smiled. 'Just keeping myself in shape. I'll be on varsity this winter, and basketball practice starts sooner than you might think.'
'Yeah,' I agreed. 'You know, Rocky, I was thinking about trying out for the girls' varsity team myself. I figure that, as tall as I am, it's just going to waste and I might as well do something with it. You know?'
The syntax was pretty garbled, but he seemed to understand. 'Basketball's a great sport,' he told me. 'You'll like it. There aren't many girls in school as tall as you are, so they oughta be glad to have you on the team.'
At least with Rocky I didn't have to stoop and hunch my shoulders to appear shorter than I was. He had been six-one at the start of eighth grade, when the junior high coach discovered him, and now, almost two years later, he had a head start on seven feet. 'Hey,' I said, looking up, 'how about letting me try my stuff with you, huh? You can tell me where I need to improve. Okay?'
He didn't have a chance to say no, because I'd already opened up the gate and was coming onto the court with him. Rocky just shrugged and grinned and tossed me the ball. I stood holding it, trying to remember how in the hell you go about dribbling the thing in the first place. I'd only played the game in gym class, and most of my effort consisted of running around, blocking shots, and yelling a hell of a lot. The teacher thought it was great team spirit and gave me B-pluses every six weeks.
My dribbling was pretty rotten but I managed to get within a fair distance of the hoop, and I dodged him as I made my shot. Not good, but not that bad. Almost sank it. Rocky caught the ball as it bounced back, and he started showing off for me, circling round and round as he dribbled and faked. I pretended to be eagerly looking for an advantage, and the pretense worked well enough. Besides, guys like to strut for girls and hear the kind of admiring oohs and ahhs I was dishing out for his benefit.
'Wow, you're good!' I gushed, reaching futilely to steal the ball from him. 'I better forget about trying out for the team.'
He leaped high, swishing the ball through the basket, and this time he wasn't fast enough. When it fell through I was waiting, and I got that motherfucker, and I bounced it on the floor three or four times, watching him like a snake and mentally weighing my chances of sinking one.
