Chapter 8
The following Monday, Bonnie Mae and her nympho girlfriend stopped for Cokes and cigarettes at the local hangout after school. Elmira listened attentively as her red-headed girlfriend gave her all the juicy details of her private sex lesson with Ralph Conway.
"Mmmmmm," the girl murmured, her cheeks mottled after she'd heard everything the man had done. "That old guy sounds like a super cocksman! I wonder what he's got planned for lesson number two?" She gave her friend an exaggerated pout. "Some people have all the luck. But if you ever get sick of that babysitting job, put in a good word for your pal here, huh?" She grinned. "And tell old Ralphy boy that I'm a real fast learner."
Bonnie Mae was still chuckling over her friend's remark when she got off the bus and walked to her apartment building. Little Danny Gordon, the son of the young divorcee who lived upstairs, had his new roller skates on and he waved excitedly as the girl approached.
"Hi, Bonnie Mae!" he called with a proud grin. "Look at me! Watch, Bonnie Mae! I can roller skate!"
"Oh, be careful, Danny," the girl warned as he skated toward her, his cheeks flushed with triumph. The first-grader had been struggling for days to master his very first pair of roller skates. He glided up to Bonnie Mae, stopping himself abruptly by slamming the palms of his hands against the side of the building. "See?" he boasted, beaming.
"Hey, that's real good, Danny," the girl praised. "I bet your mommy's proud of you, huh?"
"Mommy ain't seen me skate yet," he told her, skating off to display more of his newly acquired skill.
"Do you want me to go get her, honey?" Bonnie Mae asked.
"She ain't home," the boy replied, skating faster and faster, his thin arms swinging back and forth. "Watch this!" he called over his shoulder. By looking backwards, the boy failed to see the raised section of sidewalk looming just ahead. The wheel of his skate caught when it hit the bump, sending the boy sprawling to the sidewalk. He fell forward hard, landing in a crumpled heap, his feet still while the wheels of his skate still spun furiously.
"Danny!" Bonnie Mae cried, running to him. Nick LaRocco's red Riviera pulled alongside the curb at that moment but the girl was too busy with the injured child to notice. "Are you all right?" she asked, trying to help the sobbing boy to his feet.
Nick LaRocco jumped from his car and ran over to them. "Hey, that was quite a spill you took, fella," he said, checking the boy over. Blood oozed from a cut on the boy's knee and his arms had some nasty scrapes. Despite his hiccupping sobs, however, little Danny Gordon did not seem to be badly hurt. "Hey, look at that," Nick teased, pointing to a large, jagged crack beside them. "You went and broke the sidewalk!"
The boy's sobs gradually diminished as Nick and Bonnie Mae each removed a roller skate. Sniffling, the boy wiped his nose with the back of his hand and looked up at Nick. "Aw, I did not break it," he said, breaking into a grin.
"But you did break your skin, Danny," Bonnie Mae said in a gentle voice. "Come on upstairs with me, honey, and I'll fix you all up good as new, okay?"
The boy shrank back. "Ain't it gonna hurt ?"
"Mmm, maybe just a little," she admitted. "But I bet it won't bother a big boy like you. I've got some neat band-aids to put on those cuts, too, Danny," she enticed. "Wait till all the kids see you all bandaged up, huh? And you can tell them how you didn't even cry." She gave him a wink. "Well, just a little maybe. But I won't tell if you won't!"
"Okay," the boy agreed, his small chin jutting forward.
"I think a brave, wounded soldier deserves to be carried up the stairs, don't you, Nick?" she asked.
Nick looked at the lovely redhead with admiration, noting how skillfully she was handling the situation. "You bet!" Lifting the child with ease, the handsome Italian followed Bonnie Mae up the flight of stairs and waited for her to unlock the door of her apartment.
Once inside, Nick watched as she cleaned the boy's wounds, her fingers gentle. Afterwards, she applied non-stinging antiseptic spray and made a big production of bandaging each little cut and scrape. "There!" she said, her hands resting on her rounded hips as she stood back to admire her handiwork. "I think that should do it, don't you, Nick?"
The man was about to agree when a familiar melody tinkled in the air, drifting through the open window. "The ice-cream truck!" the boy cried, running to the window.
Nick reached into his pocket for some loose change. "Here, champ," he said, offering the boy several coins. "Buy yourself a great big ice-cream cone. And treat your friends, too."
"Gee, thanks!" the boy said, his eyes wide as he stared at the handful of coins that Nick had given him. He grabbed his roller skates on the way out and seconds later, they could hear him thundering noisily down the stairs. Nick laughed, his teeth breathtakingly white against his sun-darkened skin. "Well, he sure had a speedy recovery, didn't he?"
Bonnie Mae laughed, too, as their eyes met across the room. Then, suddenly, their laughter died and the room became strangely silent. The air grew thick with tension as Nick kept staring at the voluptuous redhead, his dark eyes bright as they traveled across the swollen mounds beneath her tight pullover, lingering on the perky buds of her nipples.
This little gal is really something, he thought, noting the sharp curve of her small waist, followed by the sensual flare of her full hips. Nick had a sudden vision of the lovely girl standing before him without her clothes. And he was naked, too. His prick hardened as he imagined how good it would feel to take the beautiful redhead in his arms, to let the downy softness of her pussy rub against his penis. Nick's cock mushroomed, throbbing against his work pants as he visualized the girl's proud tits mashed against his bare chest. Clenching and opening his strong fists, he gazed into her jade eyes, unable to walk away. He knew that he should tear his eyes away from the young babysitter's luscious body and get out of that apartment as fast as his legs would carry him, but he couldn't move. He was trapped, captivated by her beauty. He gazed into her jade eyes with nostrils flaring, his passionate longings reflected in every feature of his handsome face.
Bonnie Mae returned the man's gaze as though hypnotized. Her heart pounded so hard that she heard a tremendous roaring in her ears. No man had ever affected her like this before. Her full lips parted as she breathed harder, the melonous mounds of flesh bulging from beneath the clinging fabric of her pullover, rising and falling with each breath she took. He's so handsome! she thought, her pulses racing. I feel hot all over just looking at him. Oh, God, how I want him! Her eyes were drawn with magnetic force to the growing bulge between Nick's muscular legs. Suddenly, her tremendous need overpowered the girl and she whimpered.
Hearing her small cry, Nick opened his arms wide in silent invitation. Moaning, the lovely girl stumbled forward and fell into them.
Their hands sought each other's bodies eagerly as their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. Bonnie Mae thrust her warm tongue into Nick's mouth and swirled it around slowly, maddeningly. Groaning, Nick's hand slid up under her pullover to caress the luscious ripeness of her tender, young breasts. The girl's body burst into flame at his touch and she let her lips trail down his neck, smothering him with little kisses as her hand sought the flap of his trousers. She opened the zipper, setting his superb, erect penis free. Sighing rapturously, she stroked him gently, tenderly, loving the feel of his wonderful hardness.
Nick's body temperature skyrocketed at the touch of the girl's fingers and his aching penis throbbed with an intensity he'd never known before. Moaning, the passion-swept couple's knees buckled and they dropped to the floor. Nick tore at the girl's jeans, yanking them down over her legs and she assisted him, squirming and writhing to set herself free. Once she was naked from the waist down, she helped Nick with his trousers. Panting with eagerness, their hands worked together in frenzied harmony until Nick's soiled pants lay in a crumpled heap.
Whimpering, he climbed on top of her and she opened her creamy thighs, tilting her hips so that his throbbing, dripping spearhead slid into her leaking cuntal opening. Legs intertwined, they swayed together, their locked bodies working as one. Their breathing grew ragged and labored as their passion quickly mounted. After just a few deep thrusts, Nick and Bonnie Mae reached the ultimate peak together. Shaken to the very depths of their being, the room seemed to shake and tremble, suddenly alive with blinding bursts of color.
At last, their exhausted bodies grew still. "Oooooohhhhh, Nick!" the girl whispered, her voice filled with awe. She nestled against him, running her fingers along the firm muscles of his shoulders. Her body was aglow as never before, her heart fairly bursting with newfound joy. "Oh, Nick, Nick!" Burying her face against his chest, she began to weep softly.
Nick stroked the girl's auburn hair with gentle, loving fingers. "Don't," he pleaded, longing to console her. "Please don't cry, honey."
"I can't hel-help it," she said, trying to swallow her tears. "It's just that-that it was so beautiful, Nick. I never knew it could be like this!"
"I know, baby," he said, his lips touching her shoulder. "Neither did I!"
No one had ever held her like this, stroking her tenderly, and Bonnie Mae sighed and caressed him in return. Filled with the warmth of afterglow, she felt completely fulfilled, satisfied spiritually as well as physically. This is what the girl had been yearning for ... to have a man make love to her instead of merely using her body. Their lovemaking had been wild, uninhibited, and totally gratifying. For the first time, the lovely redhead felt cherished instead of used. She not only possessed a deep, burning passion for Nick, but she also felt something completely foreign to her before now. . . tenderness as well. Nick LaRocco was no longer just a handsome, young stud that she longed to seduce. Bonnie Mae was deeply in love with him.
Nick fondled the girl's naked body, still shaken from the impact of their powerful lovemaking. The handsome Italian had sampled plenty of pussy over the years but he'd never felt like this afterwards. In the past, once he'd shot his load inside some broad, Nick grew restless. His mind strayed and he'd be eager to be on his way, already wondering about his next piece of ass. But not this time. For the first time in his life, Nick did not feel contempt for the cunt he'd just balled. Because to him, Bonnie Mae wasn't just another cunt. He remembered how maternal she'd been with little Danny Gordon and he had a sudden vision of the red-haired beauty holding his son in her arms. He held her close, feeling warm and protective toward the girl.
When the shrill ring of the telephone pierced their euphoria, Bonnie Mae groaned, not moving.
"Aren't you going to answer that, honey?" Nick asked after it had rung several times. The girl sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth of his arms. "I guess said, pulling away. Moving unhurriedly, she rose to pick up the receiver. "Hello," she answered in a dreamy voice.
"Is this Bonnie Mae Owens?" a grating female voice inquired.
"Who wants to know?" the girl replied.
"This is Dr. Richard's nurse down at the medical center," the voice informed her crisply. "We have your mother here, young lady, and I'm afraid she's had a little accident."
Bonnie Mae sucked in her breath. "Accident?" she echoed in a thin voice. Nick sat up, looking at her with concern.
"Now, now! We mustn't get upset. Dr. Richards had X-rays taken and nothing is broken."
"But what happened?"
"Your mother took a bit of a tumble at the bottom of the staircase leading down to the lab. She's rather shaken, of course. And she did wrench her back and sprain her ankle. I'm afraid she'll have to take it easy and stay off her feet for several days."
"Where is she now?"
"Right here, young lady. Dr. Richards wants me to send her home in a taxi and we're lending her a wheel chair. Now! Is there someone you can turn to for help, my dear? A neighbor or friend, perhaps? I understand you live on the second floor and there's no elevator. Your mother will have to be carried up the stairs and someone will have to help you with the wheel chair, too. It is lightweight and collapsible, though."
Bonnie Mae looked at Nick. "Yes, I have someone to help me with my mother."
"Fine," the crisp voice replied, sounding pleased. "Then, we'll call a taxi and send her right home. Dr. Richards has written instructions for you, and there's a prescription to be filled. To relieve your mother's pain."
Bonnie Mae relayed the news to Nick as soon as she hung up the phone. They dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to wait for the taxi. When the car pulled up, the teenage girl ran over to it. "Nick LaRocco's going to help us, Mother," she told the gray-haired woman slumped in the back seat.
Ada Owens nodded tiredly, her lined face pinched.
While the cabbie struggled with the wheel chair, Nick and Bonnie Mae assisted the girl's mother. Each taking a thin arm, they helped her out of the taxi. "Are you in much pain, Mother?" the girl asked, seeing her wince.
"It's my back," she gasped as she tried to stand on one foot. "It hurts worse than my ankle."
"Here, lean on me a minute," Bonnie Mae advised, noting her bound and swollen ankle. "Then Nick will carry you up the stairs."
"You want I should take the wheel chair up for you?" the cabbie asked in a monotone.
"Just carry it into the entranceway," Nick told him, lifting the frail woman easily. "I can take it from there."
Bonnie Mae hated to leave her pain-riddled mother that evening but the woman insisted that she go to her babysitting job as usual. "I'm just going to lay in bed now, anyway," she told the girl in a weary voice. "You can bring in the portable television, though, and turn it on low for me, okay?"
"But what if you have to go to the toilet, Mother?" the girl asked with a worried frown.
"Go ask Mrs. Cusack if I can borrow her bedpan," the woman instructed, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. "You can leave it here on the bed for me, Bonnie Mae. If I have to go, I'll use that."
Bonnie Mae left for the Conways as usual but she hated to go for another reason, too. Now that she and Nick had been together, now that she knew she loved him, she was no longer interested in her employer's sexual advances.
At least, I know he won't bother me tonight, she thought as she headed for their old frame house. Ralph said he had to catch up on all the appointments he broke last Friday. By the time he gets home, he should be tired. And I'll tell him about Mother's accident, how I have to get right home.
When Ralph Conway returned that night, Bonnie Mae met him at the door, trying to sound worried as she explained why she had to get right home to her mother. As the man walked her back to her building, he tried to set up a new date. "There's no point in my cutting out early because Tracy would still be up." He looked perturbed. "Your mother should be better by the end of the week, honey. How about Thursday night?" Bonnie Mae was trying to think of an excuse when Ralph snapped his fingers. "Goddamn! That's out, too. Some of the guys are coming over and one is bringing his latest stag film." He gave her a lecherous grin. "You could learn plenty from one of those, Bonnie Mae."
"Oh, well, my period is due Thursday, anyway," she lied. "And it lasts a whole week. I get horrible cramps, too, so you'll have to count me out for a while, I guess."
He looked disappointed. "You mean Friday night's no good, either?"
The girl shook her auburn head. "God, no. I'll be gushing all over the place by then."
Shit! the man thought to himself as the babysitter entered her building. I'll really be worked up after that stag film. I was hoping to blow off some steam inside that sweet little cunt of hers. Then he remembered a certain sex-starved brunette who should be all worked up about then, too. Turning, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked back home. Tomorrow morning, he'd make a phone call and set himself up a hungry piece of ass for Friday night after all. He'd call that strong-legged spitfire who could really fuck . . . Paula Grenshaw!