Elly was right about us not having a chance to get together for a long time. Our folks were around, one or the other of them, all the time for the remainder of the summer. To make matters worse, I never once saw the shade drawn on Mrs. Devine's rear window, not during the entire month of August, and then it was time to go back to school, a thing I looked forward to about as much as having seven teeth pulled. Not that I was a poor student or anything – I was pretty good – but just that school bored me, usually.
It wasn't until October when I was sitting in the stands watching our team play football that I saw Mrs. Devine again. I wouldn't have seen her then except that she came over and she sat down behind me and leaned over.
"Hello," she said, her breath striking the back of my neck.
I recognized her voice, of course, and a warm feeling ran through me. Making sure there were no other people close by that I knew very well, I had gone to the game alone, I turned around on my seat and said hello.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Just fine. Enjoying the game?"
"Yes." I looked her over. She was dressed to kill. "We're a bit behind," I added, meaning our team was twenty points behind the other one.
"Yes," she said. "We're taking a drubbing. I have a car parked in the lot." She was talking very low. "Would you like to go for a drive?"
"Sure," I said cautiously. "What kind of car?"
"A new Buick. Green, four-door. Why don't you go there now and I'll come along in a few minutes. The door of the car isn't locked."
"All right," I said quietly, and got to my feet and walked down the stadium steps, to the nearest exit. I left the stadium and found her car without any difficulty. I looked around carefully, saw there were no people about that I knew, climbed in and slumped down on the seat.
I had to wait about ten minutes, but finally she came and jumped into the car without speaking, started the motor, flicked on the headlights and drove out of the lot. She drove South, still without saying a word.
"Where are we going?"
She laughed. "For a ride."
"Yes, I know. But where?"
She shrugged. "Why ask me that? You got some place you'd like to go?"
I glanced down at her legs and saw the short skirt she was wearing. There is always something wildly exciting in a car about a pair of shapely female legs clad in nylons, a short skirt and, of course, with the skirt high above the knees. The moment a woman gets behind the wheel of a car she seems to be more sexy for some reason. Why this is I never knew! At any rate, now, as I glanced at her legs for the second time, she deliberately pulled her skirt several inches higher, though this was unnecessary because I could already see practically all of her legs. I wanted to touch her, so I put my hand on her thigh and ran it up toward her box. She laughed tensely again and spread her legs slightly. It had been two months since I had touched her and I was becoming about as hot as is possible.
"It's been a long time, Tommy," she said. "I like feeling your hands on my body. Play with me."
I ran my hand higher until it rested over her cunt. I pressed in with a finger and felt the little indentation through her panties. She sighed and jerked her head and swerved the car dangerously.
"Watch it," I cautioned. "I'd better stop this till you park."
She surprised me by stopping immediately. "How's this?" she asked.
"Suits me fine," I said, and ran my hand up and down the sheer stocking in delight. "You have the most beautiful, the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I added. "I've been just about nuts these past two months waiting to see if your shade would be drawn."
"Tommy, I haven't been home very much," she explained. "I've been in the East and South a great deal."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"I didn't have a chance," she said. "Let's not talk. We're together now. Let's do something and not waste time."
"You'd better pull the car off the road first."
She nodded and drove the car along the dirt road for several hundred feet and then suddenly turned off into a field. She doused the lights and cut the motor. "How's this, boy?"
"Great," I said, my heart hammering again. "Take out one of your tits. I want to feel it."
She laughed. "Why don't you take it out?"
I felt kind of silly for having asked her to do that. I laughed to cover it up. Reaching down her dress, I cupped my hand over one of her tits and felt its softness. I became hard immediately. I felt like mounting her, but decided I'd play around with her for a. While – I knew she liked this play business as much as I did.
"Your hand feels good on me," she breathed. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too, Mrs. Devine. Like I said, I thought I was going nuts there for a while when I didn't see the drawn shade."
"Oh, Tommy, suck my breasts."
I bent over her as she slumped down somewhat and took her tit in my mouth and ran my tongue over it and sucked on it and bit it lightly and did everything you can do to a tit. Then I stopped and ran my hand up her leg again. I liked this better.
"Get between my legs, Tommy," she urged. "Never mind about getting me hot beforehand. I'm already hot."
"All right," I replied quickly, my heart hammering again, but even more furiously now. "You want me to stuff the old pecker in you?" I said this because I wanted to see how she would react.
She reacted just as I thought. "Tommy, get between my legs and stuff that pecker up my cunt." The way she imitated me made me want to laugh. When she said it, it sounded absurd.
I crawled between her legs as she pulled her panties down on her thighs. I took my dick in my hand and thrust it at her crease. I had no more than got it in than a set of headlights flashed on the car. Taking it out, I zipped myself up and sat over on my side of the seat while she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her dress.
"It's the police, Tommy. Let me handle them. Don't you say a word unless they ask you something." She got out of the car and walked back, apparently, to meet the cop who was approaching from the cruiser.
I couldn't hear what she said to the cop, but she took a long time explaining to him, apparently. At any rate, a full three or four minutes, maybe longer, passed before she came back to the car and climbed in. I hadn't glanced back to look at the cop. I had been too nervous about the whole bit to want to let him see who I was.
She sat still on the seat for a brief moment, then turned on the car lights and the motor. I saw the cruiser drive on and I heaved a sigh of relief.
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"I just talked to him."
"You must have talked pretty good. He didn't even come to the car."
She laughed. "I have a way with cops."
"Man, you must have. Did you know him?"
"Never mind the questions. Just be thankful I got us out of that mess."
I couldn't really see what mess we'd been in because I knew I could have gotten off her and back on the seat before the cop arrived at the car door, but if she wanted to think it could have been a mess, that was okay with me. It would be okay with me, that is, if we drove someplace else and started all over. I hadn't actually realized how much I'd missed her until now, although I had told her I'd missed her a lot. Now I knew one thing for sure – I wanted to get with her like mad.
"Let's go somewhere else," I suggested. "Someplace where there won't be any cops."
"I'm glad you suggested that. It's exactly what I had in mind."
"Great. Your house?"
"No. We can go to a place I know. It's about five miles from here."
"You mean a house?"
She bit her lips and I could see her face now. "Why did you call it a house?"
"What?"
Again she bit her lips. "Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about."
I was puzzled by her remarks. "Let's go," I said. "I'm ready for you right now."
"Let me ask you something. Do you know where your sister is?"
"Sure. She's at the football game, sitting on the other side of the field with a girlfriend."
"No."
I stared at her. "What do you mean? I ought to know. I walked to the stadium with them."
"Elly is with Basil by this time, Tommy."
"Basil?"
"Yes. He followed her to the game just as I followed you."
"No kidding?"
"Yes. I might as well admit it to you. You see, my brother and I are in the film-making business."
"Movies? Is that what you mean?"
She nodded and backed the car out of the field and onto the road. When we were in motion, she spoke.
"Basil and I want you and Elly to do a scene in our next movie."
"You're kidding."
"No. We have the camera ready, the location picked out. All we need is you and Elly to do the scene."
"What's the name of your movie?"
"For the time being we're calling it 'The Siblings'."
"What's that mean?" I asked, and it seemed to me that I had asked the same question before.
"Means brother or sister."
I nodded. "Oh, yes. I remember the word now. What's the movie about? I mean, how do I fit into it, Elly and me?"
The car moved ahead at a faster clip now. "You two do a scene in it. A very important one. That's what the movie is all about – a brother and a sister."
"But we don't know anything about acting."
"You know how to – make love – don't you?"
"Huh?"
"You and Elly," she said. "You're going to be all naked and on a bed and…"
"Wait," I said coldly. "I'm not doing anything that nuts, not in front of a camera. Neither is Elly. I won't do it and I won't let her do it. You must be crazy."
"I'm sure," she said smoothly, "that Basil and I will induce you to do the scene."
"What makes you think so?" I asked, getting hot under the collar.
She reached over and patted my knee. "Now, don't get upset and mad. It's all going to work out fine."
"Where is Elly?" I asked. "I mean, is she with your brother?"
"I would imagine so. I saw her leaving the stadium with him just prior to my speaking to you."
"You planned all this?"
"Of course." She gave the wheel a twist and the car went to the right. I saw there was a fork in the road, and we were now on the right-hand prong. She slowed the car down and drove about a mile before turning off to the right again. We entered what was almost a wide path through a woods and drove along it for about a half a mile. She stopped the car in a clearing and left the lights on. "Go up to the house." She pointed and I saw a building, but not clearly. "Wait for me. I can't drive the car any further. Might get stuck. I'll leave the headlights on so you can see."
"Is Elly here?"
"I don't know if Basil and Elly have arrived yet, but I should think so. We'll go inside and see."
"I don't see his car."
"He always parks it off the road behind those bushes."
"All right," I said reluctantly. "But Elly and I won't do that scene."
"We'll talk about it when we're all inside."
"Let me ask you something, Mrs. Devine. If you picked me up to bring me here for that, why did you stop and park? It doesn't make much sense."
"I – er – wanted to give Basil enough time."
"For what?"
"He – er – didn't say."
I knew there was something crazy going on but couldn't figure out what. I got out of the car and walked toward the house, then stopped and waited for her. She came along a few minutes later after she had doused the car lights. I could see her faintly by the moonlight – there were no lights on in the house that I could see.
"I don't think they're here. Let me take your arm and we'll go inside and find a light."
She took my arm and pinched it hard in a certain manner. Pain shot up my arm and down my shoulder. I had to fight to keep from hollering. She kept on pinching my arm for a long moment and then released it. The pain had been too bad for me to jerk away from her and now my arm seemed paralyzed.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly as we moved along the yard.
"My arm – you must have struck a nerve," I gasped.
"Oh, does it hurt?"
We were apparently nearing the front door, though I could barely see the house. "Y – Yes," I gasped. "It hurts like hell."
She moved away from me and I could just barely see her opening the door. She came back to me and took my arm again, but more gently. "Step inside. I have a couple of pills that will ease the pain."
I nodded, grimacing, and stepped into the house. There was a dim red light burning at the opposite end of the hallway. She opened a table drawer, took out a bottle, and unscrewed the cap on it. Removing the pills, she handed them to me. I reached out my hand to take them, but the pain was too intense to let me use that arm, so I took them in my other hand and placed them in my mouth.
"I'll get you water." She left the hallway and returned with the water. "Come into this room. Those pills are excellent. Your intense pain will be gone presently."
Funny thing, she was right. In less than five minutes I was feeling fine. I was, in fact, feeling entirely different.
I was feeling wildly lustful. My heart was thumping furiously and I knew I was ready for anything. The crazier, the better.
"Come with me," Mrs. Devine said.
"Where are we going?"
"Into the studio, boy. Elly is waiting to play the scene with you."