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Of Mice and Men . . .
It was one of those awkward moments in life, when deep down in your subconscious you know what you’re about to do is probably a bad idea but your conscious self really doesn’t give a shit. I guess the biggest surprise is that I still had doubts even after all my years of planning. I had been after this woman for so long, it almost hurt to think about it. I had always dreamed of this moment; I just guess that deep down I had never thought of it as an actual possibility.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. One of those completely ecstatic moments in life. I had pined away and planned for my chance with this woman and my dreams had finally come true . . .
It was your average Saturday night, and all my years of planning were gonna finally pay off. I could feel it. I looked in through the living room window and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith lazily watching TV and I just laughed to myself. Some things never change.
I then walked back to the rear side of the house and looked up. Her light was on . . . of course. Making one final check of my surroundings, I grabbed on to the latticework that covered this entire side of the building and began my climb. A light rap on the window and the thing quickly shot up in front of my face and Leslie was dragging me in to her room.
“It’s about fucking time, man. I was starting to wonder if you were even gonna show.” Women. It was always the same thing . . . one minute they wanted you to take it slow, and the next minute they were telling you to go faster. Go figure.
“Well excuse me Miss Priss, but its kind of hard to just walk out of my house these days. Ever since Dad left Mom wants to know everywhere I’ve been, everyone I was with, and everything that I’ve done. And we couldn’t exactly have that with tonight’s plans now could we?”
“No, I guess not. But you still should have been here like 30 minutes ago,” she scolded me with a tiny smirk growing on her lips.
“Well I would have been but I was busy with your mom. Couldn’t exactly leave her unsatisfied could I?” With the classic line, between us, stated I waited for her classic response.
On cue Leslie drove her fist into my arm and laughed, “God James!! Not on my fragile ears. Besides, my mom’s too hot for you anyway.”
I pretended to smirk and carry on about that comment, but little did Leslie no how much it had hurt me. I couldn’t let on to the truth until I had scored the prize. Soon. It would all be over very soon.
“So where the hell are we going anyway? I mean its not like I ask a lot in life, but you asked me to come over here tonight, without a hint of what it’s about. So come on . . . pony up girl.” God I was too good at this for it to be natural. I knew exactly what this was all about cause I had convinced Travis to follow his heart and ask Leslie out a few weeks ago. Things had gone pretty well between the two of them and I must admit I was pretty happy to see Leslie smiling a lot more these days.
As Leslie was about to tell me, we heard the sound of someone coming upstairs and we both looked at each other as our eyes grew twice their normal size. With over 15 years of experience in this very room I calmly and quietly took a few steps to my right and closed the closet door behind me. Just for added protection I moved farther into the closet and buried myself in Leslie’s massive collection of stuffed animals.
I immediately recognized Leslie’s mom’s voice as she opened the door to Leslie’s room. I couldn’t quite make out what Jo Ann was saying, but I knew better than to worry about it. Leslie would debrief me once she’d left. But something was different this time. Usually Leslie was extremely calm, but this time she was yelling at someone.
There was no way in Hell that she would be yelling at her mom like that unless something was wrong, so I leaned closer and tried to hear what she was screaming.
“ . . . you fucking asshole. I knew that you would end up doing this to me. I should have known better than to believe your bullshit. God, I even let you . . . “ I was suddenly startled as Jo Ann opened the closet door and stepped into the closet and looked down at the pile of stuffed toys.
“James. I know you’re there, and I’ve known that you come over here at unexpected hours for a long time now. But this isn’t the time for games. Leslie’s gonna need a friend right now.”
Knowing better than to argue, I stepped up out of my concealment as teddy bears of all shapes and colors tumbled to the bottom of the pile. When I stepped out of the closet I could see Leslie slamming the phone into the cradle by her bed and tears were streaming down her face. With a complete lack of hesitation I went directly to my best friend and hugged her tightly. She just stood there for what seemed like hours, her head pressed firmly against my shoulder, flushing the heartache from her system.
Jo Ann gave me a questioning look and I nodded slightly. With that she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
I sat Leslie down on the bed and asked her to calm down a little and tell me what had happened.
Amidst an endless stream of whimpers and sniffles, Leslie told me that Travis had just called up and broken up with her. He said that he’d gotten tired of her bellyaching and that he’d found a real woman in Julie Thomas. I closed my eyes and sighed painfully. Leslie and Julie had hated each other from the day they were born, and they were always doing their very best to screw each other over.
“But that’s not even the worst of it all,” Leslie moaned,” Just last weekend I . . . . . .I let . . . . . .I let Travis . . . “ She couldn’t even finish the sentence, but I knew what she was saying.
I would not say that I’m a violent man. In fact, I tend to take a rather high level of shit from people before I reach the breaking point. But I’d be lying if I said that I was seeing anything but red at this point.
“Where did Travis say he was?” I asked Leslie through gritted teeth. Whiping her nose with a fresh Kleenex she looked up, confused, and said, “I think he was down at the Bowlarama. Why?”
With that I stood up and grabbed my jacket of Leslie’s chair and stabbed my arms through the cuffs. “No, James. It’s okay. I’ll be alright. You don’t have to do this.”
I stood there for a minute, picturing the site of that prick walking up to me in the university library and asking me if Leslie was seeing anybody. He had used me to hurt my best friend. No way I was letting him walk away unscathed from that. “Yes I do Les. I’m the one who told him how to win you over. Don’t you see? It’s my fault that this happened.”
With that I stormed out of her room and down the stairs, holding my hand up as a warning when Jo Ann stood up from the couch. I didn’t see Leslie’s Dad, Bruce, anywhere but at the point I didn’t care.
I ran down the street a few houses and climbed into my car. How could I have been so stupid? This twist of events had completely thrown my plan into the garbage, but that I could deal with. This, I couldn’t.
Personally, I’m surprised that I didn’t get a speeding ticket considering it only took me 5 minutes to make the 5-mile trip across town to the Bowlarama. Literally jumping out of my car I noticed a group of Travis’ friends leaving the bowling alley.
“Hey guys. Is Travis inside, I gotta ask him a few things.”
They didn’t answer but their mood changed instantly. They all stopped laughing and looked at each other as if to say, “What do we do?” That was all the answer I needed.
A security officer nodded to me as I ran in through the sliding double doors and nearly walked over someone’s kid in the process. I grinned guiltily in his direction. Standing still for a second, I took a deep breath and walked slowly in to the alley.
It didn’t take me long to find Travis and his bitch, because they were both drawing as much attention to themselves as possible. The only problem was that Travis had a few of his other buddies there with him. If I was gonna do this I was gonna have to be prepared, and I knew exactly how. I stepped over to one of the tables where people could watch the bowlers and grabbed my weapon. Then I made my way down the steps to the lanes.
Without even trying, I timed it perfectly as Travis was heading my way, on his way to pick up a food order that he’d just been paged for. Travis noticed me immediately and stopped about 2 feet from me, a look of shock crossing his face.
“She was my best friend and you used me to get a piece of her ass!”
“Come on dude,” he said in a very shaky tone, “I was just having some fun. You can understand that, right?”
I looked around and everyone was staring at the two of us. I even noticed the security officer that had nodded on my way in. He looked like he was expecting something to happen, but he was hanging back for now.
“Sure, I understand.” I guess Travis thought he was safe after that, because he immediately relaxed and moved a little closer. He didn’t even see it coming. With all the fury I could muster I swung the café tray around in a wide arc and caught him straight across the head with the flat of it. He went down like a fucking brick.
His friends moved forward to defend their friend, but they didn’t have much of a chance. The security guard was there faster than I thought possible and he was dragging me away, while he patched a call in to the dispatcher.
Once we got outside, he led me off to the side of the building and looked behind him before he spoke. “Boy, you’re damn sure lucky that Mrs. Smith called me and warned me about your intentions. If there’d been anyone else here, your ass would be on its way into the pokey.”
I looked off into the darkness and spoke in a very trancelike tone. “Doesn’t matter. I can’t do anything to undo my mistake. The damage has been done.”
“Oh don’t you worry about that boy. He won’t press charges. It’ll ruin his bad boy reputation around here.”
“I don’t give a God Damn about his reputation! I hooked him up with Les and he fucked her! And there’s nothing that I can do to erase that!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The officer’s eyes widened in surprise, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Son, do you think that Leslie would rather have you here beating the crap out of Travis, or there helping her get through this. Personally I think she’d rather have the friend.”
I started to head for my car when he grabbed my by the shoulder. “Hold on there son. I might agree with your reasoning for what you did, but I have to make sure you won’t come back out here. That’s why Mrs. Smith is coming out here to pick you up. Ah, there she is.”
The officer then escorted me over to Jo Ann’s car and let me get in the passenger side. Leaning in the driver side window he instructed her that I was not to be allowed to leave until I’d calmed down. “I want you to keep a tight watch on him, Mrs. Smith. You think you can manage that?”
“Yeah I think I can manage that Jeff. Thanks for everything.” With that she shifted the car into gear and we began the long journey home.
“So James, how tight of a watch am I going to have to keep?” she said as she flashed me a quick glance. Had she winked? It was then that I looked down and saw the blood on the back of my hand and jacket. I must have busted Travis’ nose with the tray. “Oh, there are some Kleenex’s in the glove compartment. Help yourself.”
I opened the little door, when a pile of envelopes fell to the floor. I reached down to pick them up when I recognized the print on the envelopes. These were the letters I had sent, anonymously, as the first stage of my plan. I hesitated for only a second, and then placed the letters back in the glove box and pulled out the Kleenex’s.
Jo Ann must’ve noticed me pause, cause she asked, “So how long exactly have you been my secret admirer James?”
I froze immediately in my seat and just stared straight ahead at the road. I hadn’t even noticed that we were headed out of town instead of in to town. Jo Ann then pulled into a Holiday Inn parking lot and parked the car and turned it off.
“Well, aren’t you coming?”
I must have sat there for almost a minute, because I was startled when the passenger door opened and Jo Ann reached in to lead me out of the car. I was speechless. Here I thought I’d be all cool and calm and smooth, and in actuality I was a mindless zombie. I let her lead me up the steps to a room on the third floor of the hotel and I still couldn’t move when she sat me down on the bed and picked up the phone.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, he’s okay. But he did attack Travis so we’re just gonna hang low until Travis and his buddies chill out. If you need to get in touch with us give us a call. The number is . . . “ I heard her voice trail off as I got up and walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Looking in the reflection I saw a frightened boy. Not the image of the man whom I’d always tried to live up to. I leaned over and turned on the faucet, splashing my face liberally with water. Then I looked into the mirror again. Well, it was time to put up or shut up. I’d been waiting for this for a really long time, and if I walked away now I’d end up being just like those old men at the corner grocery who talked about who they used to be. Regretting never going through with this.
Set in my decision, I left the bathroom as Jo Ann was at the end of another conversation, “Mrs. Thomas, I assure you James is just fine.” It was funny cause she gave me one of those suggestive glances just as she innocently assured my mom that I would be well taken care of. “I’ll be sure and bring him right home after we’re sure that it’s safe. Okay, bye.”
I stood there in the middle of the room with my thumbs hooked into my pockets, trying to act that part of the stud, but in reality my knees were shaking like two trees in a storm. Jo Ann walked over to me and laced her fingers in my hair, rubbing her hand up and down my chest. “So how long exactly have you been my secret admirer?”
“ Well, uh . . I uh . . .. . . ,” I tried to mutter, when she suddenly reached down and grabbed my crotch.
With that I threw her back on the bed, and she raised up on her knees immediately, like a cat, and cooed “Oh, so its gonna be like that, huh? You want it rough?” Jo Ann crawled over to the edge of the bed on all fours, and I grabbed her by waist and turned her around, pushing her face into the pillows. Reaching between her legs I began to unbutton her jeans and slid them down over her round ass. God she had a great body. To my shock she wasn’t wearing any panties, so I gave her a quick slap on her left cheek, causing her to squeal with glee.
“Oh yeah, have I been a bad girl?” she moaned at me through a mouthful of bedsheets. I couldn’t believe how horney this woman was. I’d always imagined that sex with her would be a very cuddly kind of sex. I had never even imagined that it would be so naughty and erotic.
But you know what they say. When in Rome . . .
Kneeling down behind her, I buried my nose in between her cheeks and started licking up and down her pussy. Again I reared back and slapped her ass. “Is that all you got? Show me how a real man does it?” With her taunting me I was hard as I’d ever been. But I wasn’t through with her yet. Crawling up onto the bed with her, I bent her over my knee, laying my left arm over her back, holding her tightly to my knee.
I began to rub my hands all around her ass, squeezing them every now and then. From this vantagepoint I could barely see her bare mound peaking out from beneath her ass cheeks and it was like it was teasing me. So I reached down with my middle finger slid it into her.
I don’t think she had been expecting that because she tensed up against my waste. She squealed loudly as I probed her with my finger, so I pushed her face into the sheets to quiet her. Again I smacked her ass, causing another muffled squeal.
After a few more slow strokes, I increased my pace rapidly beating the back of her pussy with my palm, as my finger squished in and out of her wetness. She was really starting to moan now and she was actually humping her hips back into my hand. She started squirming around on my lap, caught in the moment of her orgasm, so I wrapped my arm completely around her waste and held her tightly into place.
I finally ceased my rhythm and Jo Ann started rubbing her hands up and down my back. As I withdrew my finger there was this loud sucking noise from her pussy and she shuddered a little as it slid completely out. I then lifted my hand up and she swallowed my finger down to the knuckle, sucking her juices off of it.
Then she climbed up onto my lap and pushed me down onto my back on the bed, running her hands along my chest. I almost ripped the buttons off of my shirt, trying to get it off so quickly. Jo Ann then leaned down and licked on my left nipple, biting it lightly between her teeth. Then she slowly crawled backwards along my body, kissing my chest here and there until she came to my zipper.
I lifted my head up and looked her directly in the eye as she unbuckled the button and grabbed the zipper between her teeth. With a wide grin, she slowly dragged the zipper open, running her hands up and down my bare chest.
I think she was planning on paying me back for my teasing, because she started licking me through the hole in my boxers. I don’t know how to explain how sexy it was, seeing her mouth disappear through the hole in my boxers and then feel her tongue licking me up and down. Smiling sweetly to me, she sat up on her legs and helped me pull off my jeans.
Then she lay down between my legs and pulled my dick out through the hole. She squeezed my balls lightly through the boxers as she licked the vein that ran along the underside of my shaft. She was about to swallow me again when the phone rang right next to her ear. We both jumped about ten feet in the air. Jo Ann sat back on her knees, holding her heart and breathing heavily, so I reached over and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“James. It’s been almost thiry minutes now. Don’t you think its safe enough to come home?”
“I don’t know mom . . . I think maybe we’ll wait here just a little bit longer.”
“No, I won’t you home and I want you home now.” I looked over at Jo Ann with a disappointment on my face and she started pulling on her jeans.
“Fine mom,” I sighed, “I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.” I hung up the phone and felt like my sky had just fallen. I looked over and Jo Ann was at the mirror, cleaning up her lipstick and straightening her hair.
Taking her cue, I stood up and pulled on my own jeans and grabbed my jacket. We went down to the lobby and she paid for the room, thanking the desk clerk for the wonderful stay. As we were walking out she grabbed my hand and then let it go. I looked down and there were the keys to her car. Confused, I looked at her.
“Get in and drive. I’m not even close to being through with you.” Curious of what she meant I climbed in and turned on the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. As I did Jo Ann locked the doors and shifted herself in her seat and leaned over, putting her head in my lap.
“Just drive,” she said and I heard her unzipping my fly.
I drove all around town, hoping to avoid anyone I knew, as Jo Ann bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Grabbing the base of my cock, she started licking around the tip of my head, lapping hungrily at the droplets of precum that leaked out.
Gently I put my free hand on her head and guided her up and down the length of my shaft. I could feel her tongue licking erratically as she fulfilled all my dreams of this moment. I must admit that it was more than a little stimulating to have her going down on me as I was driving around town. I mean, who knew when we were going to pull up next to someone we knew.
Then it happened. I pulled up to the light about a block from the Bowlarama and I looked to my left. There was Travis and his clique, and I tried to lean down into my seat.
Jo Ann must have noticed my shift in position because she asked me what was wrong. “Travis and his buds are in the car next to us. Get up here.” But she didn’t answer. She just started working me even harder, licking my balls each time that she went down. I couldn’t handle the combination of her licking me, and the anxiety of those guys in the car next to me, so I exploded into her mouth.
A little ashamed, I tried to apologize but she didn’t say a word. She just licked me clean, lapping up any drops that she had missed, and zipped me back up. I looked over to the car and came eye to eye with a car full of hate. I turned to warn Jo Ann not to sit up, but it was too late. The guys had an unobstructed view of my best friend’s mother raising her head out of my lap.
Imagine my shock when Jo Ann simply waved in a “How d’ya do?” fashion and turned and looked straight ahead. Smirking unsteadily at the guys I stepped on the gas and sped back to my house. I don’t’ know if the guys were still in shock or if they just didn’t know how to respond, but there was no sign that they had followed me.
I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later and I turned to Jo Ann. She simply smiled at me and gave me a light peck on the cheek, whispering into my ear, “I can’t wait till you spend the night again. You and Leslie really should try and get to know each other better.”
With that I got out of the car and she climbed over the seat and backed out of our driveway.
I never heard a single word out of Travis and his crew, and I was always taught to be thankful for small miracles.
So here I am, a month later, climbing up Leslie’s wall for yet another sleep over. I know what I’m in for, and all I can do is laugh at the irony. And I found myself in one of those awkward moments in life.
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