Chapter 6
Wednesday was the Fourth of July, but Shelby wasn't coming home for the holiday. His crew had been promised a special bonus if they would continue their work through the week. Connie was furious. She had stayed in the trailer all the day and night before, thinking about her encounter with Jerry on the beach, and remembering what she had seen Sal, the TV repairman, doing to Audrey.
It had been a rough night. Several times she had awakened to find her fingers pushed firmly down into her crotch, her thighs pressed tightly together, slowly humping her hips.
Twice she had gotten up and taken a shower, but the refreshing effects of the bath seemed to last only a few seconds, and she was hot and horny again, hornier than she had ever been in her lifetime.
Now she stepped out of the trailer after another day of sitting and sewing and reading. Her trailer had been thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom, and there was nothing else to occupy the woman's mind. Television had bored her to tears, except for an occasional memory of Sal and Audrey. She had stopped herself once in the middle of dialing Daggio's TV Repair.
The holiday evening was warm but breezy, and she realized it was cooler than she had thought.
Jerry's car was gone, and the lights were out in the Potter's home. Connie supposed they had gone out for a lovely evening of dining and dancing, or to see a show. The sort of evening she and Shelby seldom had together.
She noticed that many people were beginning to congregate at the end of the trailer park. Through the dusk she could see a large number of the residents standing on a small, grassy hill at the far end, where in the afternoons the area was crowded with sunbathers.
Mrs. Hallard, a jovial woman who spoke to Connie occasionally, walked by.
"Going to see the fireworks?" she asked.
"What fireworks?" Connie asked.
"Why, the ones that are being sent off from City Island. They'll be starting in a few minutes, and you can see them perfectly from the hill there! They're always so beautiful!"
"I'll probably walk down that way in a little bit," Connie said, smiling. Funny, she thought, how people live in parks like this year after year, she felt suddenly lonely, and close to tears. Damn Shelby! Damn his goddamn job! Damn everything!
Then she thought for a moment, and added, except sex!
She was dressed in a tight pair of green slacks, and a just-as-tight top, a thin jersey thing, short-sleeved, that clung to her body like paint. She didn't wear a bra that night. Connie had seldom felt the need for one. Although her breasts were full and round, and heavy when lifted, they stood high on her chest and flattened very little, even when she lay flat on her back.
She noticed the glances of many of the men whom she passed in the twilight.
Wouldn't they like to, she thought, and if they weren't too stupid to make a move, I'd let a few of them!
She thought all at once about her attitude. She didn't understand the change that had come over her since Monday, but she didn't analyze it either. She knew that sometimes the erotic dreams she had would come to life around her, and there would be nothing she could do to stop them. She thought again of Jerry on the beach, and decided that she would let him take her in any way he demanded. And she knew that if the handsome, dark TV repairman had wanted to violate her ass the way he had done to Audrey, she would not only let him, but she would probably beg him not to stop.
Connie felt her crotch begin to get warm and tingly as she approached the group of fireworks watchers. The stares from the men only added to her glow.
On the darkening hill, more and more people began to crowd into a small area. People from neighboring houses and trailer parks walked over, knowing that this was the place where the display could be seen at its best advantage.
Some people had brought blankets and pillows. Soon it would be difficult to see where to put them down.
Connie felt herself being crowded up against the backs of a middle-aged couple, who were standing arm in arm.
BOOM!
A fiery ball sailed into the sky at an arch, then burst into a giant umbrella of flashing colors that kept fanning out farther and farther until they disappeared.
Many "owwwws!" were heard from the crowd, and immediately another rocket was launched, this one exploding with even more brilliance. The sky was turning dark enough now to show the fireworks in all their illuminated glory.
Other people were pushing up behind Connie now, brushing against her, but she couldn't move forward. She was suddenly aware of a man's midsection pressed firmly against her backside.
A certain warmth was coming from the crotch and belly that pressed into her, and she felt a sudden naughty thrill at being aware of her advantage. She knew that with just a few little twitches of her rump, she could cause a lot of friction against the pressing body.
She stood very still for a moment, and then she squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, making the muscles rub against the loin that was shoved into her posterior.
The crotch in back of her answered with a press forward, almost unnoticeable.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three rockets went up at once, and exploded seconds apart, making the sky bright with light.
More "Oooooo's" and "Ahhhhh's" came from the watching crowd, and every time something spectacular happened in the sky, the group seemed to press more closely together.
Connie felt the man behind her give a little lurch forward, shoving his crotch up hard against her ass. She assumed that he had also been shoved a little from behind, and the action was not entirely his own doing. But she used the extra closeness to her advantage. She gave several little twitches of her buttock muscles, and she felt the crotch begin to press closer than ever. She realized, suddenly, that the man was getting an erection, and the firm meat was probing tightly against the soft flesh of her backside.
She began to rotate her pelvis, so subtly that she was sure nobody standing around could possibly notice. The crotch behind her pressed in more firmly than ever, and the moment of truth had finally arrived when both parties realized that they could no longer pretend that anything happening did not have the full attention of the other person.
A hand suddenly moved down between the crotch and the tight slacks the woman wore. The fingers roamed down Connie's behind, pressing into her crack. She gripped her buttocks over the invading fingers, and squeezed. The hand rubbed itself up and down the crack for several strokes, and then it reached boldly down and began to slide between her thighs.
Connie pressed the thighs more tightly together, stopping it.
She slowly let her own hand move back and around, behind her. She closed in over the big fingers. She gripped the hand and felt it all over. A rough hand, but not leathery or wrinkled. Just a big, young hand that was completely masculine. Someone young, she thought. She had had sex with only one man younger than herself, and that had been Jerry. Was this Jerry? she thought. No, he and Audrey were gone somewhere. Besides, Jerry would have spoken to her quite openly and casually.
BOOM! BOOM! CRACK! KAZOOM!
The sky was alight with the explosions now, each more beautiful than the other. Some of the rockets sent little sizzlers down almost to the ground, little seahorses of silver sequins, that somersaulted merrily on their trip downward.
The big hand grabbed Connie's dainty one and pushed it back against a denim-clad crotch.
Connie felt her legs tremble slightly. She encircled the thick cock behind her, letting her hand make a fist around the hardening meat.
The cock felt like a big sausage in her hand. She squeezed several times, applying varying amounts of pressure until the last squeeze was almost painfully rough.
"Seeooowwww!" she heard a voice whisper close to her ear. She felt hot breath against the side of her face, and her cheeks blushed a bright scarlet.
Then she knew that her pussy was beginning to drip! The sinking feeling started in her belly, as though molten lava had poured down and collected in her womb.
She squeezed again, and the cock seemed to turn into a lead pipe! The pole began to travel down the leg of the tight Levi's, even as her hand held onto it.
BAM! BAM! THWAM! SPOCK! SPOCK! SPOCK! BOOM! BOOM!
The entire sky was ablaze with light and color now. The little hill turned to daylight, and Connie let her hand drop away from the thick pole.
The finale of the fireworks display had ended with an elaborate rocket that sent out explosions that formed the shape of an American flag. The crowd on the hill applauded out of sheer enjoyment, then they began to leave the area, chatting loudly about the excellence of the display.
Connie realized that she had probably been standing there for quite some time. She knew that she hadn't been aware of even a small part of the show. Her mind had drifted out into regions that took her light years away from reality. She knew that another of her dreams was taking over her brain, and that something that should have been a part of her sleeping awareness was going to burst into full reality.
She stood perfectly still, feeling the man behind her move away several inches for appearances' sake.
Finally, the area was deserted. Nobody seemed to notice the two of them standing there. When a discrete amount of time had passed, his hand reached around and cupped one of her braless breasts. She thought of Audrey being taken from behind, and she pressed her buttocks closely into him again.
A mouth brushed into her hair, and a voice whispered.
"We have to go someplace! Where? Where can we go?"
The voice was young, almost familiar. Connie turned around and looked into the face that stared at her lustfully in the moonlight. Her heart gave a little jump and she suppressed a slight gasp in her throat!
The person whom she had felt up and pressed against during the fireworks display was Alan, a seventeen-year-old boy who had been cutting hers and Shelby's lawn this summer!
"MRS. MINOR!"
"Shhhh!" She put a finger to his lips. She knew exactly what she would do now. The erotic dream had escaped the narrow confines of her bedroom and was swirling around her now, letting her know that it was about to become a reality.
"Don't say anything, Alan! Just walk me down to my trailer, and when we see that nobody's around, you'll come inside."
"But, Mrs. Minor, maybe I--! "
"Maybe you'd better what?"
"Maybe I better forget this--because, I--I didn't know you were anybody I knew--"
"So what?"
"Well, I mean, I just sort of--"
Connie grabbed his cock so hard that his mouth formed a little O in pain.
"Listen to me, you'll do what I say, or I'll pay a little visit to your parents and explain that the boy who does my lawn just made very improper advances to me while we were watching the fireworks display!"
"Oh, no, please--! "
"And I'll say that the things he was doing to me certainly indicated that he had a lot of experience, and that it might be wise to get him to a psychiatrist before the community has a potential rapist running around--"
"Oh, no, shit!" the boy moaned, close to tears. "Oh, please, Mrs. Minor--please don't do that to me!
Connie Minor released her hold on his cock. "Come on," she said.
Alan followed her down the hill and walked beside her on the concrete sidewalk to her trailer. She looked around for a second, decided the place was deserted, and said, "Come inside! And be quick about it!"
He followed her into the little trailer. It was one of the smallest in the park, although from the inside it seemed quite attractive and comfortable.
"Fix us a drink!" Connie said crisply, checking around to see that all the curtains were tightly shut. "The booze is over the kitchen sink. Just pour some bourbon into glasses, about two inches, and then take a little water from the tap!"
He went to his task obediently, doing everything efficiently, and following her directions to the letter.
She crossed to a little table, opened an ice bucket, and was pleased to see that there was still a good supply of frozen cubes.
"Bring 'em here, Romeo!"
The boy crossed the room and put the drinks down in front of her. Connie used the little tongs that were attached to the side of the bucket to put ice in their glasses. She handed him his drink and lifted her own in a toast.
"Here's to what's gonna happen!" She took a long gulp from her drink, and he followed suit, coughing a little.
"Not exactly an experienced drinker, huh?" Connie asked, slightly amused.
Alan finished choking.
"No. I drink sometimes, but not very much."
"What do you do for kicks?" the older woman asked, surprising herself. She seldom drank, and had never considered it a prerequisite for "kicks."
Alan looked a little sheepish.
"Well, I like to smoke a little pot. You won't tell anybody I said that, will you?"
Connie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Of course not. You wouldn't happen to have some of it with you, would you?"
"Gee--you mean that?" Alan asked.
"Of course. I never tried it, but I always wanted to."
The boy reached into his shirt pocket and produced two oddly-rolled cigarettes.
"Then let's turn on!" Alan said.
They took their drinks to the sofa and sat down. Connie curled up facing him, letting him get the full benefit of her body. She wasn't having the slightest trouble capturing his attention.
Alan produced some matches and lit one of the little rolled tubes. He took the first long drag, holding the smoke in until he thought his lungs would burst, and then let it out. He passed the cigarette to Connie.
"Do you smoke regular cigarettes?"
"Yes."
"Then you know how to hold the smoke down into your lungs. Keep it there as long as you can, and you get a better effect that way."
Connie took the cigarette and dragged deeply in.
The smoke felt harsh and she was tempted to cough, but she managed to keep calm long enough to do as Alan had instructed. When she finally exhaled, she was already feeling light-headed.
"Now another one," the boy said.
Connie took another drag on the cigarette. The smoke seemed a little less harsh this time, and she had no trouble completing the ritual.
"Far out!" the boy said, taking the cigarette from her and beginning to suck in long drags himself.
The two of them finished the first cigarette, and he lit the second one. In between their long pulls, they sipped their bourbon. Soon, both of them were floating.
They had seemed lost in their own experiences for a long time, both of them doing their own thing to the high they were feeling.
Finally, Connie looked languidly over at the boy. She took a good, hard look. He was thickly set for his seventeen years, and muscles bulged in his arms that she would have only expected on a more mature adult. His cock had felt incredibly long and thick under the denim material, and she knew that he was hard and masculine all over.
"Let's take these drinks into bed," she whispered.
His glazed eyes looked over at her.
"Okay," he whispered back.
She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She pulled back the spread and revealed the clean, crisp sheets.
"Get naked in a hurry!" she hissed at him.
Through his pot-fogged brain, her words sounded like kisses all over his body.
"Yes, ma'am!" he said, and began to undress.
Connie sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. He was nude in what seemed like seconds, having only a short-sleeved shirt and Levi's to remove. After he had kicked out of his tennis sneakers and white socks, there was nothing but the statue of a Greek god left, bulging with young, lithe muscles and put together the way her erotic dreams had always constructed him.
Connie tore off her jersey top.
She watched the bulging eyes of the teenager as he ogled her breasts.
She saw his incredibly big cock rise slowly up in the air.
Then she yanked down her slacks. She knew that he would be totally unprepared for the fact that she was not wearing panties either.
She kicked off the slacks, and her gold sandals at the same time.
When she faced the boy finally, nude from head to toe, she smiled a smile that was more hatred than happiness.
"What do you see, you snotty-nosed little prick?"
Alan sat down carefully on the edge of the bed. He was feeling weak and dizzy.
"Oh, motherfuck!" he gasped. "I see the most beautiful sight I ever saw in my life!"
She advanced on him.
"Lie down!"
He stretched out the full length of the mattress.
Connie crawled up over him until her knees were planted firmly on each side of his chest, and her crotch was dangling directly over his face.
"Now eat my pussy out, you nasty little juvenile delinquent!"