Chapter 2
Ivy finished applying her lipstick in front of the bathroom mirror. She gave her short, dark hair last minute brushes.
"Mary?" she called.
"Yeah?" came the answer over the sound of the radio.
"Turn that damn music down so you can hear me!"
The music was turned off and Mary appeared at the bathroom door.
"You know I work late tonight. I think I'll have a drink after work with the girls," she said, lying.
"Okay."
"What are you gonna do all day?" Ivy asked, taking a leak.
Mary shrugged her slim shoulders.
"If you don't have anything else to do, after it cools off this afternoon will you please do the yard work? Maybe this afternoon you and Peggy can go to a show."
"I'll call you at work and let you know," Mary said.
"There's money in the sugar bowl. If you want, why don't you come up to the bank and have lunch with me?"
"Maybe, if it's not too hot to ride my ten-speed."
"I hate to leave you all day with nothing to do." Ivy worried a lot about her lovely daughter.
"I'll find something to do. Peggy'll come over. Don't worry."
"Leave me a note if you decide to do something tonight. I want to know where you are and with whom." Ivy stood up and tugged her bikini undies up over her round hips.
"We might go swimming," Mary said pulling her robe around her slender body.
"Alright, dear. Remember, I love you," Ivy said patting her daughter on the butt. "I've got to run. I'm gonna be late." She blew a kiss to her and scurried through the trailer and out the door.
Ivy hated to leave Mary alone as much as she did. Ivy had been alone a lot when she was a child, and the time can really drag. The one thing she had made her mind up to was that she was never going to leave her kids alone to fend for themselves. Circumstances had made it such that her plans were impossible. She had to work, and Mary had to be alone.
Ivy went to work in the hot sun and was happy to get inside the air-conditioned bank. She went to her desk in the new accounts department and settled in for the day. She knew the day was going to drag for her.
She was going to meet Bill after work. It had been several days since she had been with him and she . craved his touch. She felt much like a starry-eyed teen-ager herself. She loved Bill so much she felt giddy and silly inside. She looked at the clock. It was too early to start clock watching; she had just gotten to work.
Back home, Mary made her bed and had breakfast. She slipped into her bikini undies and topped them off with tight shorts and a sloppy T-shirt. Her slender body was lost in the long, striped shirt. She wore shirts with the stripes across her small chest so she would look more busty than she was. She didn't "stuff" like her friends did. Nothing looked more ridiculous than boobs that had wrinkles, creases, and juts in the wrong places, and that's what happened when the stuffed toilet paper got sweaty and lost it original placement.
Peggy came over and the two girls went into Mary's bedroom to listen to records.
Peggy thumbed through the big stack of albums as she sat on the white, ruffled bedspread.
"I can open the curtains a little now," Mary said.
Peggy looked at her for an explanation. "I keep them closed when he's home," Mary said nodding her head towards Bill's trailer. "Who's he?" Peggy asked. "That old guy next door."
"Why? Does he peek in?"
"No. I just don't like him. He's creepy," Mary said pulling the ruffled, tiered curtains apart. "I don't like to even look over there."
"What'd he do?"
"Nothing. He just touches me ... sometimes," Mary said tossing her long, blonde hair back over her shoulders.
"Touches you where?" Peggy asked losing interest in the records.
"Well, not where you're thinking!" Mary said indignantly.
"Then, where? Tell me," the chubby girl asked scooting closer to Mary so they could talk more confidentially.
"Oh, on the shoulder or back...."
"Big deal. My dad does that all the time," Peggy said crinkling up her freckled nose.
"This guy's not my dad! And he always grins at me."
"So?" She went back to sorting the albums into piles in the order she wanted to listen to them.
"Well, he's weird!" Mary said firmly.
"You'll never guess who I saw on the way over here ... "
"Who?"
"Scott. God, he's a fox!" Peggy said and sighed. "Was Brad with him?" Mary asked hopefully. "There was somebody in his car with him, but I didn't see who."
"God, Peggy!"
"Well, when I saw Scott, I almost hit a car. I couldn't fall off my bike in front of HIM! I'd die!"
"I saw Brad the other day over at the store, and he spoke to me!" Mary said in an excited tone.
"Really? He's on the varsity team this year!"
"I know. I know. I cut his picture out of my annual. He was a fox last year, too!"
"Why'd you cut up your annual? Your mom's gonna kill you."
"She don't know. Here, I keep his picture right beside my bed." Mary went to the white, antiqued table and lifted up the pink lamp.
"You taped Brad under your lamp?" Peggy said in disbelief. She bent her red head over to look on the under side of the lamp.
"Mom don't you want me sticking stuff up on walls with nails or tape. So I put Brad as close to my bed as possible. That way, every night before I go to sleep I can look at him."
"Yeah, and sometime you're gonna drop the lamp and there goes Brad and your lamp, and your mother's gonna punch your lights out."
The music blared, and the girls giggled about Brad and Scott and the varsity team.
"Where were they going?" Mary asked.
"They were headed down to the mall," Peggy said.
"Let's go down there," Mary said excitedly.
"Maybe they're hot even down there," Peggy said as she put the records on the white bed.
Both girls giggled as they ran through the trailer and out the door to their bikes.
At the mall they chained the bikes and walked nonchalantly into the shopping center, trying to get their breaths and appear casual at the same time.
"Do you see 'em?" Mary asked, looking up and down the enclosed shopping center.
"No. Let's walk down that way...." Peggy said, panting. She pulled her shirt down tightly over her round hips.
They walked the complete length of the mall, looking into every shop along the way.
"I'm thirsty. Let's get a coke and sit right in the middle, and then if they're in here, they'll have to go past us."
"Unless they go out through a store...."
"Did you see that guy?" Fox, fox, fox," Mary said, turning her head to watch a slim youth in ragged cut-offs saunter past them.
"You know who he is? He's Brenda's brother. She was in our typing class last year."
"Creepie Brenda? Where'd she get a brother like that?"
"I forgot to call my mom," Mary said. "For what?"
"To tell here where I am."
"You call her, and I'm gonna get a hot dog." Plump Peggy headed for the food and Mary headed for the phone.
When Mary came back from the phone, Peggy was eating her hot dog, chips and a malt.
"She said I should start lookin' for school clothes," Mary said.
Peggy's round, little face was full of food so she just nodded.
The rest of the afternoon was spent window shopping and drooling over all the foxes.
They got back to the mobile home park at six.
"He's home!" Mary said.
"I gotta go home," Peggy said.
"Walk with me past his house to get the lawn mower," Mary said.
"God, Mary, what do you think he's gonna do, attack you in the street?"
"I just don't like him ... "
"Come on, chicken," Peggy said pushing her bike.
Mary walked beside her past Bill's mobile home. She glanced over her shoulder as if expecting him to pounce on her.
"See, Stupid, he isn't even out. Oh, I can tell by the way he touches you ... on the shoulder, that he's another Jack the Ripper," Peggy said and laughed.
Mary glanced back as they walked up to the utility shop.
"You know what's the matter with you? You haven't had a dad around for so long that when a man acts friendly with you, you suspect him. Most old guys like your neighbor are just like dads. Dumbbell."
"Yeah, maybe so. Well, I'll see you later, huh?" Mary said, forking off to go get the lawn mower.
"Call you later," Peggy said.
Mary pushed the mower back down the street to her small yard. She left it and went to get the clippers for the frong. She stooped over to trim the tall stems of grass that poked up through the ice plant. There was so many tiny blades scattered through the greenery that she got down on all fours to trim rather than break her back.
Her golden hair feel over her shoulders on either side of her face. She kept pushing it back as she clipped off the thin spikes of grass. She balanced first on one hand and then none as she pushed her hair back. Sweat poured off the tip of her nose, and for the first time that day, she noticed how hot it was.
From the front of his trailer, Bill saw the young girl with her little, round firm ass bobbing with her movements of cutting.
He gazed longingly and hungrily at the deeply tanned thighs and tightly clad ass of the youngster. He looked on up her slim body to where her tits were covered by the baggy shirt. Her face was hidden by the golden fall of hair.
He licked his lips as his gaze went back to the young, virgin ass. Sweat poured off his face, but he wasn't even working. His hands felt the throbbing of his rock-hard dick. He shifted his hands in his pockets and felt the full length of his shaft and imagined how fantastic it would be to stick his old, used whang up her tight, fresh, young cunt ... in just the dog position she was in. He wanted to mount that young, sweet ass and shove his cock in her....
He tried to remember back to his youth ... Is that what he did with a young girl? Just mount her ass and shove his dick in? Or was it just since he had screwed Ivy that he felt he could do as he pleased?
No. Ivy's daughter was something special. She was young and sweet and innocent. She was a tender virgin and would be terrified if he behaved in such a manner.
Bill crept up behind the young girl ... hungrily eyeing her ass cheeks.' Playfully, he grabbed her on each side of the rib cage to tickle her. His fingers reached to where he felt the small, rounded sides of her young breasts.
She shrieked loudly.
He let go of her and grinned playfully. "Workin' hard?"
"Yes! You scared me!" She wheeled around and sat on her butt, looking up at her big neighbor.
"I didn't mean to. I came over to tell you I'm gonna mow my yard and I might just as well do yours, too."
"I'll do it myself," she said coolly.
"A pretty little girl like you shouldn't have to work so hard. It's hot out here and I've got the power mover. I'll do it for you."
"I'll do it. It gives me something to do while mom's at work," she said, taking the tail of her baggy shirt and wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Bill's eyes didn't miss seeing just a flash of bare middle as she did so.
"I'll give you somethin to do. You go in and fix us a glass of something cold while I go get the yard done. That's more what a young lady should do. I hate to have you get all hot and sweaty out here." He smiled and took the clippers from her hand.
She protested as he helped her to her feet. "Really, Mom'll be mad at me if I don't do the yard."
"I don't think Ivy'll say a word," he said. "Now, you go get us something to drink."
He playfully swatted her on the butt as he pushed her toward her door.
She scowled at her helpful neighbor as she rubbed her buns and walked belligerently to her door.
"Be a good, little girl," he said smirking.
She disappeared into the mobile home and he went home with his hands in his pockets rubbing his hurting, throbbing cock.
She mixed two tall glasses of iced tea to the tune of the power mower chugging away in her small yard. She carried the frothing glasses out onto the patio and set them down on the table. She collapsed into a lawn chair and hatefully watched the bare-chested man mow.
She wished he wouldn't take so long to mow the small lawn. She wanted him out of her yard. She frowned.
He cut the mower off and came dripping wet up to the shade of the patio.
"Looks good," he said and sat down in the chair nex to Mary.
She didn't answer.
"What'd you do today?" he asked, smiling warmly at the child.
What did he care what she did? "Went to the mall to look for school clothes," she said flatly.
"How old are you, now?"
"Fifteen."
"That puts you in about the tenth grade, huh?" He sipped his iced tea.
She nodded staring at the big-chested man with the dark nipples.
"I remember when my daughter was your age," he said. "You know, this's the best iced tea I ever had."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, that wasn't too many years ago, either. Liz was in the band and went to all the football games. You remember, don't you?"
"Yeah, but Liz's a lot older than me. I was just a kid then."
"I agree. You've grown into a lovely, young lady."
She squirmed uncomfortable as she became conscious of his gaze on her body.
"That bothers you, doesn't it?" he said grinning in a devilish manner. His pants were tented.
"What?" she asked.
"That I looked at your boobs...."
"No, not really," she lied. She squirmed nervously.
"You're gonna have to get used to it. All the boys at school are gonna really look you over and appreciate what they see. You're a very pretty girl." He slurped on his iced tea.
"I'll go ahead and trim the grass. Then we can get done faster."
"I'm in no hurry," he said. "Besides, I don't want you to do it. Let me trim for you."
"It's gonna be dark in a little while. I should've had the yard done. Mom'll be mad."
"I'll get it done for you. You just sit and talk to me and keep me company." He got up and walked to the front of the patio.
He adjusted his stiff whang in his pants as he walked. He picked up the clippers and squatted to trim.
"Come on! Talk to me," he said laughing. Reluctantly, she walked up to him. "Sit down," he said with a gleam in his blue eyes.
She sat on the corner of the patio ... well out of his reach. She tucked her shapely, tanned legs up under her.
He clipped rapidly.
She watched his muscles ripple and flex as he did her yard work. She supposed he was fairly nice-looking for a man his age. She figured he was a couple years older than her dad.
Bill worked fast with his hands, but watched the young girl from under his thick, black lashes. His crotch burned with desire for her young, tight cunt. He licked his lips as he eyed the front of her tight, short pants. He could almost taste her sweet, innocent, virginal clit. His cockhead throbbed.
"Your mother workin' late tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah. But she'll be home pretty soon," Mary lied.
She didn't want this big man to think she would be home alone for much longer. She kept listening for the car that would bring his wife home from shopping or wherever she was.
Bill smiled. He knew Ivy wouldn't be home soon. He was going to meet her and screw the shit out of her. Bill knew he had to work a long time to get Ivy. And she was a grown woman who knew about fucking. He imagined he would have to work longer to seduce her daughter. This kid had not been fucked and did not know what she was missing ... and therefore would be quite a challenge. Also she was so young. He knew she did not like him, especially which doubled the challege. He would get in her pants ... sooner or later. The very thought of balling a mother and her daughter sent shocks of delight through him and made his balls ache. He thought it would be a terrific idea to fuck them both at the same time ... screw Mary and have Ivy slithering naked all over his back and ass. Terrific idea. This would give him something to shoot for ... after he fucked this young thing. He didn't think Ivy would go for the idea of sharing her fucker ... but Bill did possess a lot of patience, and eventually he would get them both-at the same time!
He grinned as he clipped the strings of grass.
He rocked back on his haunches and rested his big, thick arms on his knees ... dangling the clippers from his huge paw.
"Look alright to you?" he asked surveying his work.
"Looks nice," she said.
It was dusk, and Mary was apprehensive.
Bill stood up and adjusted the crotch of his tented pants.
"Give me a kiss on the cheek for all the work I did for you." He grinned, and all the tiny laugh lines around his eyes deepened.
Mary sat there like a bump on a log.
"Just pretend I'm your dad and just did something nice for you," he said, smiling warmly.
That hurt! Tears stung Mary's brown eyes. Her dad hadn't done anything nice for her for years. He hadn't even come to see her for so long, she wasn't sure she would recognize him if he did.
Mary got up and went over to Bill and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks."
"See you later, doll," he said and spanked her playfully on the round butt.
He took his mower and left her standing on the patio.
She thought of what Peggy had said. It was true, she wasn't used to having a man around, and maybe he was just being like a father to her. She was completely confused. She resented having Bill touch her to even pat her, but she did like having the feeling of a sort of father. Bill was concerned about her and took care of her. He had left just at dusk so as not to upset her. He had apologized for scaring her with his tickling. He had appreciated her iced tea. Maybe this was what it would be like to have a father around. She didn't know.
She remembered that Bill had been very careful while cutting around her bushes so as not to damage them. She guessed he was a very thoughtful man. But she wasn't used to men!
She looked out over the back yard to the dark mountains in the distance. The tiny, red lights on the peaks blinked in the darkness. The stars dotted the night time sky. They glittered like small diamonds. The moon was coming up. The smells of the freshly cared for lawn filled her nostrils. It was a beautiful night.
She felt warm inside as she let down her guard and apprehension about the man next door. She missed the love only a father can give ... and he was the next best thing to it. She purred contentedly.
She heard the truck start up from next door. When it left, she felt very much alone. Her mother was at work, Betty had not come home yet and Bill left. She was all alone ... except for the creepy spinster that lived on the other side of her. Usually somebody was around to play music or make noises of some sort. That was one thing she liked about the mobile home. Somebody was always within earshot.
Suddenly, she felt very cold, and goose bumps stood out on her bare arms and legs. She wasn't secure any more. She got up and hurried inside the trailer. She locked the glass door and felt better in her familiar surroundings ... buttoned in behind the secured door.
She flipped on the television and hoped the noise would block out the pounding in her ears. She knew she shouldn't be afraid. But, being alone ... and it was dark outside ... and no noises that were familiar at all....
She looked at the clock in the kitchen. Eight-thirty. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while if she went to have a drink with her friends.
It was Friday night, and Mary had no reason to go to bed early. Television was pretty good tonight. She tried to focus her attention on the picture that blurred before her eyes.
If she had a father like Bill, her mother would not have to work. Her mother would not be out having a drink with friends. Her mother would be home with her ... and so would her new father. If it was Bill, Mary knew she would never have to be afraid of anything. She remembered the big muscles the man had. He would take care of her and her mother ... but that was impossible. Bill was married to Betty.
She wished her mother would get married ... to somebody!
She realized she hated her father much more than she knew! He was depriving her of her mother, himself, and feeling secure. The hatred for her father splotched out her fear of being alone. He was a terrible man!