Chapter Ten - Alan's Story
He laid back and put his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling. I figured he was getting his thoughts in order and I stayed quiet. In due course, he started.
"My mother was crazy," he began and then took a breath and started again.
"No, that's not fair. My mother had a brain tumor and that made her crazy. My cousin's wife had left my abusive cousin and was living with us. To say she had issues would be an understatement and over the course of a few months she, well, she pretty much took control of mom."
"Anyway, one afternoon, I was 18 at the time, I got home from school, and Lee, my cousin's wife, was home but mom wasn't. Nothing unusual but she had, pretty obviously, been drinking. Well, that wasn't unusual either."
"Oh hell, let me start over."
"My cousin's wife came to live with us when things got too bad with my cousin. He was abusive and when she showed up at the house I remember she had a black eye and bruises on both arms. Anyway, she moved in, my mom called Don, her cousin, and told him to stay away or she'd just shoot him, and Lee took over my bedroom relegating me to the back room with its bunk bed."
"She had been living with us for a few months and I noticed a change in mom. She and Lee would go out and often I would be asleep before they got home. I would make a sandwich and watch TV. All in all, it was a pretty good deal for an 18-year-old boy."
"Then one day I came home and Lee was there, sitting at the table."
"She had obviously been crying so, being a young gentleman I asked her what was wrong."
"She smiled, I guess you'd say she smiled 'wanly' and showed me a piece of paper. It turned out Don was filing for divorce on the grounds of adultery."
"Then she smiled, well, looking back I guess you'd say it was a predatory grin rather than a smile."
"She took my hand and laid it on her breast, hard in the padded bra she wore. When I didn't react she giggled softly, and said, 'oh, come on Alan, I've seen you looking at me.'"
"She stood then, did that crossed arm thing all women seem to know how to do, and peeled off the T-shirt she was wearing. Then she did the double-jointed thing behind her back and unhooked her bra. She tossed it and the T-shirt on the couch and stood before me, naked from the waist up."
"'You like?' she asked and I just stared."
"She was a small-breasted woman, with breasts that sagged slightly. Her areolas and were very dark, almost red, and her nipples were big, like a thumb sticking out from her breast. I realize, now, that she was excited but back then I really had no idea what hard nipples meant."
"In case you haven't figured it out yet, I was kind of backward. Hell, I was probably the only Senior in my high school class who was still a virgin."
"Anyway, she took my hand again and put it on her breast."
"'Go ahead honey,' she said, her breath catching a little, 'play with them. I like it.'"
"So I did."
"I squeezed gently, and then harder as her breath caught and I caught, for the first time, that soft hum she would make when she was enjoying what was being done to her."
"'Easy Alan,' she said when I got too rough, but she was giggling as she said it."
"She pushed me away then, just a little, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. Her panties were what I now know is French Cut with high leg holes but plenty of material covering her ass and pubic thatch."
"She struck a quick pose, like a pinup, her left leg lifted slightly and right arm straight up."
"'You like?' she asked again and I managed to nod this time."
"Then she bent and pushed the panties down, and stood naked before me."
"She was a slender woman, verging on being skinny. Thin arms and legs, visible ribs, what we call these days a thigh gap."
"Her breasts, with those big hard nipples grabbed my attention. But as my eyes moved down her body I found more and more that I found, well, interesting. Her ribs showed although she was not anorexic or anything. There was a light mass of stretch marks low on her belly, disappearing into the thick, bright orange thatch of her pubic hair. Did I mention she was a redhead? Her legs were thin but muscular, a runner's legs. Her feet were long with nails done bright red."
"When I looked up, my eyes completing their up and down look, she was smiling."
"She crooked her finger in the universal 'come here' symbol and I went."
"She didn't say anything as she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off of my arms. Then she got to her knees, took my right foot to untie my shoe, and then take it and my sock off. She did my left foot. Then my belt and jeans button and zipper and worked my jeans down and off, leaving me in my shorts, my tidy whities in those days."
"She smiled up at me as she cupped my balls and squeezed hard enough to hurt and make me gasp."
'"This stays in your pants,' she said, smiling and squeezing, 'you understand?'"
"I managed a 'yes' and she patted where she had been squeezing, then she stood and led me to what used to be my bed, leaving our clothes in the front room."
"I enjoyed watching her ass as she walked. It was slender and firm, the big gluteus muscles moving interestingly with each stop. She crawled up onto the bed, plumped a pillow against the headboard, and, again, crooked her finger, beckoning me to join her."
"When I sat beside her she lit a cigarette, one of the Kools she kept on the nightstand, blew smoke at the ceiling and looking at the ceiling, not at me, said, 'Alan, at least one man in this family is going to know how to please a woman.' She took another drag on the cigarette and sort of chuckled, a raspy smoker's soft laugh, and said, 'and I have decided it's going to be you.'"
"I was too nervous to say anything so I didn't."
"She chuckled again and said, 'dammit, I'm thirsty. Run get me a beer, would you baby?'"
"I rolled off of the bed and got about two steps when she said, 'get one for yourself if you want.'"
"I felt that odd combination of boy/man all boys go through as I walked, my erection pointing the way, got two Coors cans, opened them, and went back to the bedroom where I thought she might have changed her mind and be gone."
"But she was still there."
"She took the beer I offered and took a deep drink from it. I mirrored her action. I had, of course, tasted beer before but this was the first time I had ever been allowed to drink one in company."
"And it hit me. I was 18 and about 145 pounds and with that first drink, I caught what I would later think of as a buzz."
"And I liked it."
"She was smiling."
"'Okay Alan,' she said, taking my hand and guiding it under the elastic of my waistband, 'lesson one.'"
"Her fingers covered mine and gently squeezed where I was so hard it hurt. Then, in a dozen quick strokes, she had me ejaculating."
