Uncle Billy spent most afternoons lying outside in the sun. I don't know where he got money but he always seemed to have some. He had moved in with mom and me just after the holidays. Even though he wore long sleeves for the first three months I saw the bandages. It was pretty obvious what was going on. He wasn't supposed to drink but late afternoons he would get out of his chair and disappear around the side of the house where Dad used to keep his boat and the smell of weed was obvious.
"I'd do him." said Krissa.
"Ha." I answered. We were floating in the pool on our rafts. Mine was shaped like an ice cream cone and hers looked like a donut. I don't think that matters at all but that's what they were.
"What's that supposed to mean."
"Dylan is my best friend, remember?"
"So."
"So... 'I signed a pledge.' Sound familiar."
I'd known Krissa since middle school and her boyfriend who lived in the little townhouses across the street since Kindergarten. Although she was my best friend, Dylan and I were blood brothers. We had cut our fingers with a pocketknife in fifth grade. I forget what book we were reading at the time, Last of the Mohicans, maybe. I knew Krissa was all talk and that even though we both turned twenty this year she was a virgin.
"I hate that you and D talk about me like that."
"I know. We try not to. He just gets horny and has to let it out."
She went mute and I knew why.
"At least we just talk about it." I tried to re-assure her. It wasn't true, we did a lot more than talk about it. We weren't a couple or anything, we just messed around a little when we were bored or stoned.
Krissa wasn't talking to me anymore. It was just a spat, nothing serious. I asked her if she wanted a beer. Mom didn't care. She actually preferred that we drink at the house instead of running around getting drunk at parties. Krissa never answered and I went inside. I got her one anyway and got a bottle of water for Uncle Billy.
Neither of them ended up getting their drinks.
I stepped back outside and wrestled the sliding glass door closed. Of the 1000 things broken or breaking in the ratty old house, the sliding glass door was the one that bothered me most. Mom didn't care. She had her own door to the backyard off her bedroom. When I turned around I saw Krissa had left the pool. She was sitting on Billy's lounger between his legs.
I didn't want to face what I was really feeling so I told myself it was hot and sat down as quietly as I could at the table on the porch. I opened my beer and took that first sip. They still don't taste good to me and I know I snarl when I take the first sip but after that it is better, it's like I am ready for it.
Billy moved his hands behind his head. His chair was propped up just a little but mostly he was just lying on his back as my friend rubbed his legs. They were talking, at least she was, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I didn't really need to hear anything. I watched Krissa as she undid his fly and rolled his shorts down off of his hips. Billy wasn't excited, not yet anyway.
Krissa took off her top. She had much larger breasts than mine. They did the trick. I actually could see it swelling on his lower belly, getting longer and thicker.
She touched it like it was a curiosity and then bent forward.
I was cool with this. It would be good for Billy. It's not like it was that creepy. He was only about six years older than us. He was much younger than mom. Grandma said he was a surprise baby. Krissa was legal, they were both adults, maybe it could be considered cheating on Dylan but I couldn't hold that against her, Dylan wasn't exactly faithful although we had stopped with actual intercourse since they got serious.
She held his cock in both hands and flicked her tongue on the very tip. She called it her go to move. I told myself it was educational and that it was pretty cool to watch but my jaw had set firm and my foot twitched.
She took him into her mouth and worked her way down his cock. It looked uncomfortable. About three fourths of the way down she had to adjust her body. She struggled with the rest of him. She did it though. When she had her lips pressed to the base of his cock she bobbed her head a few times gagging. Even across the yard I heard the sound of it. She persisted though. She held him in her throat for a minute before releasing him, gasping for air and coughing up whatever it was she was coughing up.
Really it was kind of gross.
I opened the can of beer I had brought out for her and began to drink it.
