Chapter 5
Vera and her little boyfriend, whom David hadn't seen when he came to pick her up, stood in the doorway.
"How come the door was locked?" she asked as she entered the living room.
"I didn't even know it was locked. Your mother must have done it or something."
The little boy entered behind Vera and glanced up at David for a second.
"Hello," David said to him.
"Hi," he answered as he passed by him.
Rick, which was the name of the little boy, was an obnoxious little brat; he acted and spoke like one. He was dressed in the style of fifteen-year-old males. Bellbottoms, which did a good job of hiding his skinny legs, except for the thighs which nearly burst through the legs of the pants. The color of the pants was a bright orange which clashed nicely with his deep brown shirt.
His hair, black and dirty, hung well down his neck, and covered his ears completely.
"Who's your friend?" asked David.
"Where's my mother?" asked Vera, disregarding David's question.
"She is in the toilet." He disliked using the word bathroom. Somehow, it seemed dirty to him, and he avoided using it as much as possible.
"He's Rick, my boyfriend. That's David," she told Rick as she nodded towards David. "He works in my mother's office or something like that."
David put out his hand to the boy and the boy did-likewise. David, realizing that Rick was not a girl gave him a manly handshake which tore a muscle in the boy's arm.
"Holy shit!" Rick exclaimed. "What are you try in' to do? Kill me or something?"
"Sorry," David laughed.
Rick tore off his imitation leather jacket and flung it onto a chair. He sat on the couch and twiddled his thumbs until it became irritating to David.
"Do you mind?"
"Mind what?" Rick asked.
"Your damned fingers."
"What about them?"
"They move beautifully, but would you please stop twisting them around."
This guy's nuts, Rick remarked to himself.
Vera, meanwhile, was in the kitchen preparing sodas for Rick and herself. She returned to the living room and asked if David would like one also.
David declined the offer but asked if there was any coffee made.
Vera said there was none, but that she would put on the kettle for water.
She returned again to the living room with the two glasses in her hands and handed one to Rick. It was supposedly only Coke, but there was also a drop of rum in it. The children thought they were grown up.
David watched as they sipped the sodas in silence. She (Vera) was a very pretty girl and would have some body when she grew up.
After many minutes of dressing, combing her hair, and repairing her face, Mrs. Walters returned to the living room, acting as if nothing had just happened.
David was still in a state of nonreality. He remembered finger-fucking her, but it seemed as if he had only dreamed it rather than really having done it.
Mrs. Walters ignored his eyes completely.
She felt guilty that she was forced to undress herself in front of a man, even though it was her own desire to do so. She wanted to enjoy sex with David, and she was determined that it would eventually happen.
"Hello, kids," she brightly greeted them. "How was the movie?"
"It was pretty good," said Vera.
"I thought it stunk," decided Pock.
Mrs. Walters ignored their answers and went to David and asked if he felt okay.
He nodded and looked at her suspiciously. She forgot about the whole thing already, he told himself.
The two children finished their sodas and carried the empty glasses into the kitchen.
Rick, looking into the living room, saw as Mrs. Walters and David sat on the couch. He quickly turned around to Vera and pulled her towards him and planted a wet wild kiss onto her lips.
She accepted his small immature tongue into her mouth graciously and sucked on the tip of it for a few seconds.
Nervously, Rick pulled away from her and looked through the doorway into the living room. They were still sitting on the couch, so he felt it was safe to continue for at least a few more moments.
He kissed her again and as her lips brushed across his hairless face her hips began twisting into his groin. She wanted to cause an erection inside Rick's pants, so she ground against him even harder.
Through the layers of clothing between the two of them, it was impossible for her to tell if he had an erection or not, so she became very bold and thrust her hand between the two groins.
"Hey!" he whispered as he jumped back from her hand trying to feel his cock.
Her hand withdrew quickly and went around his back, pressing him closer so she could kiss him again.
Rick's anger was only temporary and he returned his lips to hers and played with her tongue for a few more moments. Finally, as fear grew within him that her mother might suddenly enter the room he pulled himself away completely and told her they had better get out of the kitchen before her mother got suspicious.
Vera was sullen, but she accepted his argument and agreed that it was true. They returned to the living room to find Mrs. Walters and David kissing each other.
The two children stood in the doorway, fascinated by the sight of two adults kissing, and apparently with great passion. David's arms were wrapped tightly around Ida's shoulders as both kept their mouths opened, trying to force the other's tongue into it.
Rick wanted to enter the room, but without letting them know that he and Vera had been watching. He decided to cause a diversion of some sort so he could enter. He turned around and slammed the refrigerator door, hard.
The sound echoed through the kitchen and into the apartment.
Rick looked into the living room once more and found they had disengaged themselves, and were now just sitting there talking.
He and Vera walked into the living room, acting ignorant of what they had just seen. David wiped his hand across his face to clean away the saliva dripping down his chin.
David was now excited to the point that he hoped the two children would leave so he and Ida could really make love to each other. He wanted to fuck her now and he heard the word screaming through his mind, accompanied by the picture of his cock sliding in and out of her juicy cunt.
"Tell the kids to go away," he whispered to Mrs. Walters.
"How?" She could see of no plausible explanation she could give the kids that would make them want to leave. The only thing she could think of would be to tell Vera to go to sleep, and that would force Rick to leave.
"It's after midnight, and I think it's kind of late for two young kids to be up."
She agreed and nodded at his suggestion.
"Vera," she began in a very gentle tone, "I think it's time you went to bed and that Ricky went home. It's after twelve you know."
"Yes, Mother," Vera agreed.
Rick knew that he had to get out, so he immediately picked up his jacket, slipped it on and went towards the door with Vera walking a few steps behind him.
"Can I see him to the door?" asked Vera, referring to the entrance to the building.
"No, you'd better not. It's too late, and I don't want you walking through those halls all by yourself. Ricky is old enough to see himself out."
Vera opened the door for Rick and as he walked through it she told him to call tomorrow afternoon. He agreed and went home.
Rick, or Richard Johnson, lived within the same complex of buildings which Vera and her mother lived. His building was around the bend and right on the road, or about two thousand families away.
He hated living in such cramped quarters with so many different people. Families living in the same building were total strangers and he swore that when he grew up he would get himself a house out in the country where there were fewer people and more room.
Meanwhile, Vera went into the bathroom with her nightgown and robe.
She stepped into the bathtub and turned on the spray for the shower. Her pure white body glistened with the warm moisture and she watched as she washed herself through a large mirror against one wall of the bathtub.
Her thin, small fingers inspected her small, recently blooming breasts and she was very proud of them. They weren't nearly as big as some of the breasts of some of the girls she had seen in school, but she thought that because they were small and firm, that they were also more appealing to men (or boys).
No one had ever seen her breasts, except her mother, which didn't count. She wanted to show them to Rick or to some other boy and let him inspect them with his hands. She wanted him to squeeze the nipples until they hardened and hurt and she wanted him to lick them until the feeling drove her crazy.
But she knew, unconsciously, that it would never happen with Rick.
He was too immature, she was sure, to even attempt touching her and it would be many years before he would even try.
She wanted an older man to make love to her. Vera had never experienced love with anyone. The closest she ever came was with Rick and that was only kissing, which she was beginning to find boring. She wanted something more. What it was she couldn't exactly say, but she knew there was something lacking.
As she washed herself she imagined the sight of a man's organ. Vera had never seen a man's cock before.
Once she tried to go into those stores in Times Square where they sell all those books with pictures of men and women all naked and with nothing on at all. As soon as she stuck her head into the door, though, the manager told her to get out and come back in ten years if she was still interested by then.
Her friend, Diana, showed her a book once which was the story of two people making love to each other. They were in a bed and they were fucking.
There was a description of a man's cock, but it was hard for her to visualize the organ. All she could see was a long thing coming out from between the man's legs and with a round head.
"One of these days," she swore to herself, "I'm gonna get a good look at a man's cock and let him put it in me."
The description of the cock excited her slightly, and her hand went to the area of her tight vagina.
Her cunt was covered with no more than a light down of brownish-red hair, nothing compared to her mother's. She saw her mother's cunt covered with a big forest of long brown hair.
Vera's fingers teased the clitoris and labia until she decided it was time for her to slip her finger into her tight cunt and let the juices flow.
Slowly the finger slipped in and out. Each time the finger slipped out the water spraying from the shower would wash the finger clean and provide a new lubricant for her cunt.
The vagina, tight as it was, from a constant lack of use, accepted her finger easily until she began to shudder with the sensations she was providing herself.
Her legs clutched and the finger pushed in even deeper, trying to pound against the uterus.
Because of her age, her orgasm came quickly, and she discharged copiously onto her fingers and hand.
She breathed deeply for a few seconds and washed the area clean for the second time.
Turning off the water she stepped from the tub and dried herself quickly.
After she fastened her nightgown and robe onto her body she went into the living room and saw her mother and David still sitting on the couch.
Their backs were turned towards her and they didn't see her leave the bathroom and enter her room. As she walked from room to room she watched as they kissed.
She was interested, but she was more embarrassed watching her mother kissing a man than interested.
It was a strange experience; something new and unusual; and just slightly revolting.
To Vera her mother always seemed above men. She had never been out with one since her father had died. For many years it seemed as if her mother wasn't even interested in men. At least until now.
With this man she was taking great interest, more than either one of them expected.
David expected a simple night of eating and talking with absolutely no relationship with the woman. She had expected a night of companionship with, perhaps, just the possibility of a kiss from him, but nothing more.
Vera, very interested in what was going on outside her room, refused to fall asleep, even though it tugged at her mind for a long time.
She lay in bed, quietly, waiting to hear any unusual noise that might come from the living room, but nothing ever came.
For more than an hour David and Mrs. Walters kissed each other fervently, with an occasion hand across the breasts or on the thigh, but never anything more. The incident in the bedroom, when David finger-fucked her, was forgotten.
By two o'clock in the morning David was feeling tired of kissing and playing with her. He wanted to do more, but was terribly afraid of making anything which might even be considered a sexual advance.
"I've got to get going," he told her.
"Why? It's still early."
"It's not early at all. It's after two and I'm beat." He stood up and stamped his feet on the floor to bring his pants legs down to the right position.
Ida stood and pushed her hair back with one hand as David pulled on his jacket.
She walked him to the door and pressed him for one final kiss. He consented readily and told her that he would see her on Monday, in the office.
"Thank you, David," she whispered as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
"Good night," he told her. "Get plenty of rest."