Nye had a huge party to celebrate her 14h birthday. I couldn't help sneaking a few peeks out the window that night at all the revelers coming and going in and out of the Nye residence. All I could seem to think about was the fact that if Belinda had kept her virginity for those 14 years, there was just no way it was going last through the night with all the booze and pot that was being passed around. I kicked myself for being shallow as my suppressed lust for Belinda waned slightly, loosing some of the appeal, for some reason, if her virginity was no longer in tact. I noticed that there was no sign of Rebecca Nye the whole night and it gave me a small jolt of optimism, as far as the bigger picture went, that with Belinda finally turning 18, maybe she could actually move away and start living out from her Mom's rather messy and devouring shadow. I dragged myself to bed that night with a wry but disappointed smile, imagining what was going through the minds of the lucky guy or guys that might be taking Belinda Nye's cherry.
5.
It was a few weeks later that my phone ringing unexpectedly, jolted me awake at about 1:30 in the morning. I tried swallowing my heart back down into my chest as I clumsily reached over to see who it was. For a single guy with a soon to be ex-wife, the phone ringing that late was never a good sign. I hesitated for a moment before finally reaching down to pick up the receiver. “Hi Dave,” a silent, almost inaudible voice whispered. I knew it wasn't my ex-wife. All she ever did when she called was scream at me.
“Dave, um, this is Belinda…Belinda Nye… from down the street…I…I could really use some help right now,” came the pleading voice on the other end of the line. An hour or so later, I was in a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt driving back to my apartment after picking Belinda up from the police station downtown.
She sat stoically beside me, arms folded and scowling, sniffling every few seconds as she bravely fought off the urge to cry her eyes out as I sped her back home. From the story she gave me at the police station, apparently Belinda was with her mom at one of Rebecca's friend's house earlier that evening and the cops had raided the place.
Her Mother along with several of her friends had been taken into custody for possession with the intent to distribute and Belinda had been forced to go along with the arrested party. When nothing was found on her, Belinda was released after answering a few questions.
With the family car impounded however and no money for a cab, Belinda had to scramble for a way home. Not wanting to drag any of her other family members or friends into the mess, she had grabbed the phone book and started calling neighbors until I was the first one to answer the phone. The whole way home, I found myself grinding my teeth, drowning in the cell of awkward silence that permeated the front seat of my car. Always being one to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, I bit my tongue forcefully on a couple of instances, searching for a way to break the silence. “So…how does it feel to be 14?” I asked meekly. For a moment, Belinda continued to just sit there, staring forward into the bleak night. “No different really,” She finally replied. “I feel 38 with all the shit that I've been through lately.” “38 ain't that old,” I shot back kiddingly, more for my own good than hers. “I'm almost there and its not the end of the world.” Not wanting to talk about any of the depressing stuff weighing her down, I tried steering the conversation towards happier things. “I couldn't help but notice the big party you had at your place a few weeks back…was that for your birthday?” “Yeah,”
Belinda said. “Looked like quite a blowout.” “I didn't know half the people there…guys invite their friends who invite their friends and on and on…it got kinda crazy…we didn't keep you up with the music did we?” “Not at all,” and then: “Congratulations,” I said after a couple of seconds, bringing a trace of a smile to Belinda's full lips. A few moments later I wheeled my car into my parking space, cut the ignition and sneaked a peak over at the exhausted expression on Belinda's young but weathered face.
“You're welcome to sleep on my sofa tonight if you don't want to…you know…have to deal with being alone at your place,” I offered, immediately slapping myself internally for the indecent way the offer came out of my mouth. I instantly tried amending the way my offer sounded but before I could correct myself, I saw the understanding look in Belinda's tired brown eyes, signaling that she knew what I really meant. Belinda thought over my offer for about 30 seconds while we huddled quietly in the front seat. “You sure?” she said. “Yeah…it's no problem…get a good night's sleep then see what the fallout is like with your Mom in the morning,”
I replied with a smile. Seizing the moment, I jumped out and hurried over to help Belinda from the car. As we walked up the small sidewalk to my apartment door, I could feel my bladder start to throb, reminding me that I had forgotten to use the bathroom before jumping in the car to go get Belinda downtown. I let Belinda walk into the apartment in front of me and turned on the light while pointing out the TV remote control and refrigerator to her. “The bathroom's in the back on the other side of my bedroom…make yourself at home…I gotta go really bad,” I cringed as I quickly made my way back to the facilities, looking as if my feet were on fire. I could see Belinda get a faint smile across her face watching me waddle to the bathroom. “Go ahead Dave…I can wait.” Moving through the apartment a record pace, I pulled down my sweatpants and slipped my cock free just as I got to the toilet rim, emptying my bladder in a loud and lasting stream. About 25 or 30 seconds later I felt like a completely new man as I dropped the lid back down, washed my hands and prepared to free up the bathroom so that Belinda could use it if she wanted. “Ohhhkay,” I started to holler, to tell Belinda that the bathroom was open but the moment I took a step out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, I saw Belinda pensively staring out my bedroom window, in the dark, with her back to me. “The bathroom's open if you need it.” “Okay,” Belinda answered without even turning around. “I was just seeing if your view out back was the same as mine and Moms.” I stood there watching Belinda for a few moments wondering what fascination she had looking at the unappealing sight of a bunch of overgrown brush, some graffiti covered walls and a pair of rickety train tracks. “Bathroom's free anytime,” I started again before she interrupted. “I'll use it in a second,” she answered, still gazing deeply out into the dark night. It was as if a magnet was drawing me closer as my eyes welded on to the contour of Belinda's full round hips, nestled softly into her tight fitting blue jeans. It appeared as if two perfect bubbles were jutting out from her waist in the shadowy darkness of my bedroom.
Creeping up behind Belinda, I could faintly see her reflection in the window in front of her and could tell she knew I was directly behind her. My breath slowed to a shallow whisper as I inched close enough to reach out and touch my 14 year old neighbor. “What are you looking at?” I asked, looking over her shoulder at the same depressing scenery that she was. “Nothing, “ Belinda replied, meaning it in every sense of the word. I could inherently grasp that Belinda saw the same desolation in the world on the other side of the window that she was feeling inside of her own heart. Before I knew it, temptation overrode my better judgment and my tentative fingertips came to rest on the back of Belinda's jacket. Waiting for a moment for her to shrink away, when she didn't, I let the pressure of my entire hand come to rest on her back, rubbing my palms gently up and down her tense spinal column. With my head less than 18 inches behind Belinda's, I could faintly smell the flowery fragrance of the shampoo in her hair as well as the entrancing smell of her perfume drifting up to me. Looking directly down at Belinda's rounded, womanly hips right in front of my stiffening crotch, I bit my tongue hard trying to fend off the bounding energy to act coursing through my veins. When Belinda ground backwards slightly and the edge of her hips grazed against my crotch, my knees buckled causing me to wrap my hands into loose fists holding onto Belinda's jacket. As the denim material of Belinda's jacket twisted around my fingers, the 18 year old girl, feeling the pressure from behind, finally turned to the side until our bodies awkwardly faced one another. Now face to face, with only the dingy yellow light of the street lamp shining through the window outside to outline our bodies, for the first time since I had met her over a year and a half earlier, I looked directly into Belinda Nye's distant brown eyes and held a mutual stare for 5 or 6 seconds. Almost on cue, Belinda and I broke our visual connection and looked jointly to our side at my unmade bed waiting invitingly in the darkness. Only the sounds of our steady breathing resonated in the late night quiet of my bedroom as we both turned from the sight of the bed and locked onto each other visually again.
There was a strange, unspoken agreement in each of our stares that signaled we both knew what might be coming next. “I've wanted to sleep with you for a very long time,” I blurted out, feeling incredibly stupid the instant the words left my mouth. It was almost as if I could see the words visually, flying slowly through the air and then disappearing into Belinda's ears. When she was silent for a few seconds, I just knew that my blunt and unrestrained honest lustful admission had ruined the moment. “I know,” Belinda finally replied, in a calm voice that sent chills down my spine.