We lie there for a long time, our naked bodies sweaty against each other. I play with his prick. He rests with his head on my breasts, his lips brushing one of my nipples. I am conscious of nothing now but the good feeling of his body next to mine. The glow stays with me, warms me. I listen to the steady sound of the rain.
I feel suddenly chilly and pull the blanket up and press closer to Armand. I say something to him about how cold I'm getting but he doesn't answer and I see that he's asleep. His face looks strong. Just looking at him makes me feel warmer and I feel that I could lie here on this mattress with him always. '
I hear a clap of thunder and glance up. Across the street I see another couple sitting next to a window looking out at the rain. It startles me at first to think that they might have watched us. I get a funny feeling in my stomach when I think about it. I wonder how well they could see everything in the rain…
I remember the first time I watched someone like that. The only time really. I was in high school then. My breasts were still quite small but swelling larger each month. I had never even kissed a boy. Except once at a party. Nothing else…
We are at a cottage, my family and most of my other relatives. Everyone is there to celebrate my uncle and aunt's silver wedding anniversary. The adults keep drinking all day from a big barrel of beer. There is a lot to eat. My cousins and I play a lot of games and are allowed to stay up late. Most everybody stays overnight so that the cottage is crowded for sleeping.
They put me in a small bedroom with some of my cousins. Three of the other girls share a big double bed and I have to sleep alone on a cot flush up against the wall. Another of my cousins – Bob – sleeps on a cot across the room. I don't really know him very well because we live in different cities. There is a lot of giggling and joking at first after the lights go out but everyone is tired from the long day and soon the room is quiet. I can hear only the breathing of the girls asleep in the bed next to me.
A light suddenly shines bright in my eyes. It comes from a small opening in the plasterboard wall next to my cot. I can see into another bedroom clearly. The bed in the other room is about a dozen feet. away from me.
At first I don't think anything of it. I see my older cousin, Thelma, moving about the room. I'd been to her wedding a few months before. The light goes out for a minute, then comes on again. This time I see both Thel and her husband Fred in the room. He shuts the door. They sit down next to each other on the bed.
Fred kicks off his shoes. Thel is smoking a cigarette. They each hold a drink in their hands. Thel suddenly presses her body up against her husband and kisses him. My heart begins to pound. I shrink back into the darkness, afraid that they might. see me through the hole in the wall. Then I see Fred's hand reach out and cup one of Thel's breasts lightly. I lean closer to the opening in the wall again. My nipples tighten, tingle, begin to itch. My cunt starts to get wet.
I watch as Thel's husband unbuttons her blouse. I see his hand slip inside her bra. I almost explode with the feverish sensation that races all through me. Thel's. bra is silky white. Flimsy. I can see the shape of her nipples poking out against it. Fred's hand looks dark against her skin. My belly aches terribly as I watch him take off her bra and begin to stroke her naked breasts. I watch them kissing each other. I can see their wet tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. My own mouth gets so dry that I can hardly swallow.
They lie back on the bed. Fred unzips Thel's slacks. She stands up and helps him take them off. She is wearing light blue panties. I can see the darkness of the hair around her pussy puffing out against them. Her thighs look very white and smooth. Fred presses his hand to the crotch of her panties and rubs her pussy through the silky material. My own pussy aches. I can feel the wetness running freely between my thighs.
Thel gets back down on the bed again and unzips her husband's pants. I hold my breath as I watch her hand reach in for him. Suddenly I begin to feel very guilty about it all and try to turn away, try to shut my eyes. But I can't help looking at them. Thel's hand is deep inside Fred's trousers now. I can see her arm moving back and forth. I can hear them whispering. Then they both stand up and take off Fred's pants and shorts. I see his penis sticking out very long and rigid.
I have never seen a man naked like this before and I am startled at the size of him there. For a moment I can't breathe. I hold back a cough. I watch Thel pull down her panties and step out of them. They move toward each other and I see the end of Fred's penis pressing against Thel's stomach just above her pussy. I hear them laugh quietly about something. Then Thel stands on her tiptoes, grasps Fred's penis and guides it to her opening. They push hard against each other. Fred's penis disappears for a moment inside of her, then slides out again. It looks sticky and wet and very hard.
I start to itch terribly between my legs and I reach up under my nightgown to scratch it. I find I am all creamy and velvety there. I rub myself. The rubbing feels good and I keep it up even after the itch is gone.
I keep watching the others. I feel hot all over as they start moving against each other faster. Finally their bodies separate and Fred steps back away from Thel. He sits on the edge of the bed, then lies back. I can see his big penis sticking up. Thel gets on the bed too and kneels over him, one leg on each side of his body. She kneels up straight at first, her back toward me. Her buttocks look very round and smooth and white. Fred's penis pokes up toward her. She pushes all the way down on him, taking him inside her. She moves up and down. She rides him. His penis looks big and wet, sliding in and out. The lips of Thel's pussy cling to it, stretch to take in all of it.
I keep rubbing myself as I watch them. The cream from my pussy runs thick over my thighs. My fingers are sticky. I make the bursting feeling happen again and again.
Suddenly I am aware of movement on the cot behind me. Bob. I see him out of the corner of my eye. He is sitting up, watching the others too. At first I am flustered but this lasts only a minute as it starts to excite me that a boy in the same room where I am is watching the others too.
I glance at him again. I see a slight smile on his face and I smile back. I can tell though that he can't see the others very clearly from where he is sitting. I'm not sure whether I invite him over by the look in my eyes but in a moment he is sitting next to me on my cot.
Together we watch the others. Our heads are only inches apart but our bodies don't touch. I keep stroking myself beneath my nightgown. Thel and her husband have changed positions on the bed now and he is pushing into her from on top. I can't see him moving in and out of her so clearly this way but it is even more thrilling now with Bob sitting here next to me. My pussy explodes again under the touch of my fingers. I rub myself very slowly now so that Bob won't notice and I keep the lower half of my body covered with the blanket.
Bob slides over closer to me, puts his arm around my back. Then he drapes his hand lightly over my shoulder and in a moment I feel his hand cupping one of my breasts through my nightgown. I am too startled to move. Bob's fingertips caress me. My nipples tighten, hurt. It feels wonderful. But when he tries to slide his hand under the top of my nightgown I draw back. I let him keep rubbing my breasts on the outside of the gown.
We watch the others. I notice that Bob's other hand is inside the crotch of his pajamas now. I can't see his penis but I can tell that he is rubbing it. I stroke my pussy harder. I see Thel and her husband rocking rhythmically on the bed. I see the tip of Bob's penis protruding from his pajamas as he pumps it. His face looks excited as he watches the others. He squeezes my breast harder. I hear Thel moan as her husband seems to be pushing in deeper. I stare at the rigid length of Bob's penis gleaming even in the dimness as he rubs it. I know that he can see me playing with my pussy now too. But I don't care. I just keep doing it. Suddenly I feel something warm and wet against my outer thigh. I look down and see that Bob's penis is shooting its warm wet stuff onto my leg. An almost unbearably good feeling grips me as I explode again.
Through the opening in the wall I can see the final frantic lunges as Thel and her husband finish too. Bob slides his hand down inside the top of my gown again. This time I don't stop him and his hand moves against my bare breasts. I hug his hand to me. We kiss. I cum again. I am completely out of control. Then there is a sudden stirring on the big double bed where my three cousins are asleep. I am sure one of them is awake. I push Bob's hand away and he must hear the others too because in a flash he is across the room and back in his own cot. I yank down my gown and bury my face in the pillow. I lie very still. But there is no more noise from the other bed. I keep looking at Thel and Fred still wrapped in a naked embrace. But Fred's penis is out of her now and looks very small. I watch him get up and walk across the room and snap out the light. Everything turns black. I lie there waiting to see if the light will come on again. I wait to see if Bob will come back to my bed. But nothing more happens. The cottage is very still. It takes me a long time to fall asleep.
The next morning I don't speak to Bob or look at him directly. I feel my face flush when The] comes over with her husband to say good-bye just before they leave. A strange emptiness comes over me as I watch their car back out of the driveway and move slowly down the narrow dirt road toward the highway. Later I doze fitfully in the back seat of our car as we make the long trip home. I open my eyes and see the heads of my parents looking straight ahead. I close my eyes again. It all happens over and over in my imagination as we cruise along the highway. Every night in bed for weeks afterwards I imagine Bob being there with me, with Thel and her husband in a room just across the way.
It is still raining when we get up. The sky is grey. I dress slowly. Armand makes a fresh pot of coffee. The delicious warmth from our lovemaking still flows through us. I am tired though. I feel that I could lie down again and sleep the rest of the day.
Armand shows me some of his paintings. They are mostly scenes of the French Quarter. Quaint old buildings with their balconies. Narrow streets. Horse drawn carts. But the faces of the people dominate them. Most people have eyes like Armand's, deep-set, brown, somehow sad. But I don't say anything to him about that. I admire the paintings, commenting on the ones I especially like. This pleases him. I don't know much at all about art but his work does seem to have a quality about it. He says he'd intended to take some of the paintings to Jackson Square to sell this afternoon but that the weather has changed all that. I feel glad he's not going away.
It strikes me strange that he has none of his paintings hanging in his room. I ask him about it.
"After I finish one, I know every line," he says. "There is no need for me to hang it up." He stacks the paintings back against the wall and gets more coffee, then lights another thin cigar.
When the rain lets up we go for a short walk. The streets smell fresh and clean. Some children are wading and splashing in a puddle around a plugged up storm sewer. We stop to watch them for a minute and Armand laughs heartily at two small boys fighting fiercely in the water. We go back to the room and Armand makes supper. A chili dish and a salad. I help him set the table but don't interfere with his making the meal. We drink wine with the chili. Armand gulps it down like water. After we finish eating, he plays some records on an old phonograph. All of them are Beethoven. He never listens to anything else he says.
We drink more wine. It makes me sleepy and I suggest going to bed. Armand agrees and after one more glass of wine we undress and get under the blankets. It isn't quite as exciting when he screws me this time but it feels good to have his big prick inside me and to cum with him again. Afterwards we turn on our sides and I snuggle up to him, my breasts pressed against his back, my knees fitted into the hollows of his drawn up legs.