Halloween Continues
by slimv
(story formally titled "Halloween Mommy" )
“That’s it. Stand
nice and still, just like you’re doing,” instructed Patty Bronson.
“How much longer is
this going to take? We gotta go or we’ll miss it!”
“Don’t talk sweetie,
or you’ll make me smear your lipstick.”
“Is it the same
color as yours?”
“Shhh,” scolded
Patty as she finished the line and capped the lipstick.
“Can I talk now?”
“Yes honey, you can
talk now. Patty smiled down at her darling son as she picked her pack of
Virginia Slims from the vanity.
Twelve-year-old Sam
Bronson stared in awe as his mother placed the long white cigarette between her
full red lips and lit it. He couldn’t say why, but she looked so pretty when
she smoked. He followed her exhale as it sailed over his eyes. And then he
spied the lipstick stained filter between her fingers. He pointed at it.
“Is that the same
color lipstick I’m wearing,” asked Sam?
“Yes it is,” said
Patty, “and it looks very pretty on you.”
“Let me try,” said
Sam as he reached for his mother’s pack of cigarettes. “I want to see what it
looks like.”
“No, no,” scolded
Patty, as she took her son’s hand. “You’re too young to smoke.”
“Ah but mom,” whined
Sam. “Isn’t that the point of dressing up like a mom for Halloween? I want to
look like a real mom. I want to look like you.”
“Okay Sammy,” said
Patty, as she pulled a cigarette from her pack of Virginia Slims. “I guess it
will be okay as long as you don’t inhale the smoke.”
“What do you mean,
inhale?”
“It means breathing
in the smoke like this,” said Patty as she demonstrated with her own
cigarette. “When you smoke it, just hold it in your mouth and blow it out,
like this,” she said and then showed him.
“Okay, but what
happens if I inhale by accident? You know. If I swallow it by mistake or
something like that.”
Patty grinned.
“You’ll probably cough and get sick.”
“You don’t cough or
nothing like that.”
“No, but that’s
because I’ve been doing it for a long time and I’m used to it.”
“Maybe I could get
used to it too.”
“I suppose you
could, but that’s exactly what I don’t want you to do.”
“Why?”
“Because silly,”
said Patty. “You’ll get addicted like me if you inhale.”
“What’s so bad about
that?”
“Every thing,” she
said as she exhaled toward the ceiling. “Addicted means that you’d have to
smoke every day like I do. You wouldn’t be able to stop. Believe me sweetie.
It’s not something you want.”
“Why not? You like
it don’t you? And you look pretty when you smoke.”
“Do you really think
so Sam? You think I look pretty when I smoke?”
“Well yeah Mom.
Sure I do. Dad does too?”
“Oh yeah? Why do
you say that?”
“Cause he’s always
lighting your cigarettes for you and kissing you.”
Patty smiled and
took a puff from her Virginia Slim. “I guess your father does kind of like it
when I smoke. But that doesn’t mean it would be good for you. You wouldn’t be
able to play sports if you smoked. You know that, don’t you?”
“Really? Why not?”
“First of all, its
against the team rules. Your coach would get mad. Smoking is bad for people’s
health. It makes them tired when they run. It’s just not a good thing Sam,
especially for young boys. If you want to use a cigarette tonight, you have to
promise me you won’t inhale or I won’t give you one. Besides it’s not that
important for your costume. You’re going as a mom and not all mother’s smoke.”
“But you do.”
“Do we have a deal,”
asked Patty?
“Yeah Mom. We’ve
got a deal,” he said urgently as he held out his hand.
Patty placed a long
white cigarette between her son’s fingers and told him to put it in his mouth
and she’d light it for him.
“Let me light it
Mom.”
“OK. But be
careful. I don’t want you to get burned.”
“Thanks,” squealed
Sam as he took the long white cigarette from his mother’s hand. “How do I
look?” he asked as he took puff and exhaled it without inhaling.
Patty shook her head
and smiled, as she gave her son a once over. “You look like a boy who is very
excited,” she said as she stared down at her son’s tented skirt.
Danny’s face shifted
gears from excited to ashamed as he followed his mother’s gaze.
“It’s okay baby.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It just means you’re having a good time?”
Sam blushed and
nodded his head. “Do I look like you,” he asked?
“Very much so,
especially when I was younger. I can’t believe how much older you look. I
don’t know if it’s the clothes or the cigarette.”
Sam turned to look
at himself in the mirror. “I look so pretty!” he squealed as he twirled around
in his mother’s dress.
“That wig looks
great on you,” said Patty. “And your breasts,” she exclaimed! “They look so
real.”
“Can I show Daddy
now?”
*****
“Look at me Daddy!”
Jim Bronson dropped
the TV’s remote control to his lap and gawked as his twelve year old son
pranced and twirled around the living room in his wife’s clothes. “He’s
smoking Patty! Did you give him a cigarette?”
“It’s okay sweetie,”
said Patty as her hands came to rest on her husband’s shoulder. “He’s just
playing. I told him he couldn’t inhale.”
“How do I look
Daddy,” asked Sam as he struck a runway pose in front of the TV.
“Like a woman,” said
Jim Bronson. “Are you sure you want to do this Sam? It’s not too late to
change into another costume.
“I can’t,” said
Sam. “Tim’s coming over and he’s supposed to be my baby. It won’t look right
if I change costumes.”
“Your cousin is
going to be a baby,” asked Jim.
“Yeah, he’s going to
wear a diaper,” said Sam.
Jim shook his head
in disbelief. “And this is okay with your sister, he asked Patty?
“This whole thing is
Margie’s idea,” said Patty. “I think it’s cute,” she added.
Sam crushed out his
spent cigarette in the ashtray and asked if it would be okay if he had
another. He wanted Tim to see him smoking like a “real mom” when he came over
to get him for trick or treating.
“Sure,” said Patty.
“I’ll get you a pack and lighter and you can carry them in your purse just like
I do.”
“Great,” said Sam!
“Just make sure you
don’t inhale the smoke from those things. I don’t want to see you getting
hooked liked your mom and your Aunt Margie.”
“Don’t worry Dad. I
won’t,” said Sam. He was tearing off the cellophane with his false nails when
the doorbell rang. “Don’t let him in until I get it lit,” he shouted!
Jim grumbled
something inarticulate as he stood by the door while his son fumbled with his
wife’s lighter.
“Okay,” said Sam.
“I’m ready. You can let him in now.”
Jim pulled open the
door.
“Trick or treat!”
shouted Tim, as he held out a large canvas bag.
“Hi Jim,” said
Margie, his sister in law and the mother of the over sized baby. Jim liked
Margie. It was her husband who had set him up in a job after he had lost his
back in Birmingham. They were the reason they had moved to Anniston in the
first place. Margie had insisted they buy a home in their neighborhood. It
was more than Jim could afford, but Margie and Leo had helped with the down
payment. Margie said it was a small price to pay for being close to her
sister.
The job with
Leo wasn’t much, but it was better than being unemployed. Besides it was meant
to be temporary. Jim could look for a better job while he worked for Leo.
“Hey Margie. How’s
it going Tim? Wow! Love your costume, I guess. Come on in. Sam’s all
ready. And I guess you and Patty are going to want to take some pictures.”
“Sam! Is that you,”
asked Margie as she stepped through the door.
“Hi Aunt Margie.
How do I look?”
Before Margie could
answer, she felt a tug on her arm.
“Look Mom. Sam is
smoking, just like you and Aunt Patty.”
“I see that honey.
So Patty, when did Sam start smoking? By the way Sammy, you look wonderful. I
swear honey, if I didn’t already know it was you, I wouldn’t have had a clue”.
Sam beamed and took
a pretend puff from his lit cigarette.
“He’s not really
smoking,” said Patty reassuringly. “Its just for show. I told him not to
inhale.”
“Oh,” said Margie.
“That’s okay then. What do you say we get some pictures and let these two get
on their way while the night is still young?”
“Great idea. I’ll
get my camera,” said Patty.
*****
“How come you keep
staring at me?” asked Sam as they walked across the lawn to the to the
Bannister’s house.
“I don’t know,” said
Tim. “Its just that you look so real. You really look like a girl.”
Sam pulled on his
cigarette and blew out the smoke. “You really think so?”
“Yeah man. You’re
mom did a great job on your make up. You look so pretty and everything.”
“Thanks,” said Sam.
“Do I really look like a mom?”
Tim shook his head
as he stepped over a short tree stump. “No. Not really. But you look a lot
older. You look like a teenager.”
Sam pouted in the
darkness.
“What’s wrong with
that,” asked Tim?
“I don’t know.
Nothing I guess.”
“At least people
won’t know who you are dressed like that. Everyone is going to know who I am.”
Sam laughed as he
blew out the smoke. “No one knows me any way. I just moved here. Remember?”
“Yeah,” said Tim.
“I sure wish your mom and dad would let you go to school with me. You’d like
public school.”
“Maybe, but I like
home school too. Less home work and more time to goof off.”
They climbed the
steps to the Bannister’s porch and Sam stood behind Tim as he pushed the
doorbell.
“Trick or treat,”
chimed the boys in unison as Mrs. Bannister opened the door.
Mrs. Bannister
clutched her heart in mock surprise as she stood in the doorframe holding a
bowl of Snickers. “Your costume is darling Timmy,” she said as she dropped two
candy bars into his canvas bag. “And who is this? I know you don’t have a big
sister.”
“This is Sam my
cousin.”
“Well its nice to
meet you Samantha. Do you live around here?”
Sam disregarded
the feminine moniker. He didn’t know if Mrs. Bannister knew he was a boy or
was just playing along. “We just moved in down the street.”
“It’s a
pleasure to meet you Samantha. I’m Joyce Bannister. I see you’re smoking so I
know you’re a little old for trick or treat, but would you like a Snicker bar
too?”
“Sure,” said Sam as
he balanced his purse on his shoulder and held out his bag. Once again, he
wasn’t sure whether or not Mrs. Bannister was kidding with him. The cigarette
was just a prop- a gag. He wasn’t really a smoker.
“It looks like you
came prepared,” said Joyce as she dropped two candy bars into his bag. “You
might as well get something for looking after little Timmy. That’s very sweet
of you. Most young girls would rather be on dates with their boyfriends than
taking their little cousins trick or treating.”
“That’s okay,”
giggled Sam, playing along. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Joyce smiled. “I’d
say that’s a short term problem, looking the way you do. I’d be willing to bet
the boys in this neighborhood will be knocking down your door when they find
out you’ve moved in.”
Sam blushed as the
candy bag fell against his skirted thigh. “Thanks ma’am,” he said as he turned
and stepped off the porch.
“Why didn’t you say
something when she thought you were a girl,” asked Tim?
“She didn’t think I
was a girl. She was just playing. It’s Halloween.”
“Dude. She didn’t
think it was a costume. She thought you were a real girl cuz face it man. You
look like a girl.”
“Lets just hit some
more houses and forget about it,” said Sam as he reached in his mother’s purse
and pulled out the pack of Virginia Slims.
“Hey man, can I try
one of those.”
“Forget it Tim. You
don’t smoke. Your mom would kill me.”
“You don’t smoke
either.”
“Tonight I do,” said
Sam as he purposely inhaled a lungful of smoke.
Tim watched as Sam
clutched his chest and doubled over in a coughing fit.
“Dude! Are you all
right?
Sam wiped the
moisture from his eyes and composed himself. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I
guess so. My mom was right about that inhaling. It really hurts.”
“So why did you do
it, if you knew it was going to hurt.”
“I don’t know. Just
to see if I could. If she can do it then so can I.”
“Maybe you should
just stick to pretending,” offered Tim.
“Uh-uh. I can do
it. Watch,” he said as filled his lungs with smoke again.
Tim nodded in
appreciation as his friend blew out a thick cone of smoke.
“Wow. That’s pretty
good. That’s just like my mom does it. Try it again.”
*****
Several hours later
they made their way back to Sam’s house with their bags sagging from the weight
of their candy haul.
Tim swung his bag
back and forth as they trudged down the street, thinking the forward momentum
of the bag might propel his tired body faster down the street.
A group of kids
approached them from down the street. Their deep voices could be heard but
neither Sam nor Tim could make them out in the darkness.
“Look at the baby,”
said one of them.
“That’s Tim Tabor,”
said another one. “Hey Tim! Cool costume. Who’s your friend?”
Tim elbowed Sam in
the ribs and whispered. “That’s David Nelson the football player.”
David Nelson was the
star linebacker for the undefeated Wild Cats. He was 16 and a junior.
“Hey guys,” said
Tim. “I didn’t know you guys still trick or treated.”
“We’re not,” said
David. “We’re just out making sure no perverts mess with the kids. You
haven’t seen anyone strange hanging around, have you?”
Sam spoke up. “No.
Everything was cool. How about you guys? Did you see anyone weird?”
David shook his
head. “So what’s your name? I haven’t seen you around. You don’t go to
Shiloh, do you?”
“No. I go to home
school. Tim’s my cousin. I’m Samantha Bronson,” he said as he pulled the pack
of Virginia Slims from his mother’s purse.
“Here. Let me get
that for you,” said David as he fished a lighter from his pocket.
“Thanks,” said Sam
as he accepted the older boy’s light. He inhaled the smoke as if he were a she
and had been smoking for many years. He wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have
told the truth about who he was. But these kids were big, and they knew Tim.
He didn’t think wanted guys like this to know he was really a boy. If Tim was
right about the Bannister lady thinking he was a girl, then maybe these boys
would think the same thing.
“My mom smokes the
same brand as you,” said David. “I hate it when girls smoke Marlboros and
Camels.”
“Oh,” said Sam, as
he purposely exhaled in the linebacker’s direction, hoping it would bother the
older boy. “Does it bother you when girls smoke?”
“No…no,” stuttered
David nervously. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking about when girls
smoke guy cigarettes. You know. It doesn’t look right. I wasn’t talking
about your cigarettes. Those are sexy.” He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like
that. Shit. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
“That’s okay,” said
Sam, who was feeling every bit as nervous and awkward as the linebacker. “I
think I know what you mean and I’ll take it as a compliment.” What else could
he say? At least the guy was falling for the girl routine. He just hadn’t
expected an athlete like David would be interested in a girl that smoked.
“Hey Samantha,” said
Tim. “It’s getting kind of late, don’t you think we ought to be getting back.”
Dave put his big
hand on Tim’s head and mussed his hair. “I got a good idea squirt. How about Chuckie
and the guys take you home and I’ll walk Samantha by the park and drop her back
off in an hour. What do you say?”
“I don’t know Dave.”
“Come on squirt.
You know me. She’ll be safe.” He turned to Sam. “What do you say Samantha?
Want to take a walk with me?”
Sam shrugged his
shoulders in a feminine way and exhaled a plume of smoke in the night air.
“Okay.” He avoided eye contact with Tim as he handed over his bag of candy.
“You can have all my Milk Duds,” he said, as if that would make things better.
“Yeah, okay,” said
Tim as he took the bag. “What do you want me to tell your mom?”
“Just tell her she’s
with me. You know me. I’m not a bad guy.”
“Okay, grinned Tim.
“I will.”
Sam flashed him a
look that pleaded for a better explanation as Dave took his free hand and
pulled him down the street toward the park.
*****
Jim answered the
phone on the second ring. “It’s a woman named Joyce Bannister for you. I
guess she’s a neighbor or something” he said as held out the phone to his wife.
Patty shrugged and
took the phone. “Hi Joyce. This is Patty Bronson. What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to
welcome you to the neighborhood and tell you that I met Sam”.
“Did you like the
costume,” asked Patty?
“Costume? What was
she supposed to be?”
“A Mom. And Tim was
a baby.”
“That explains the
older looking clothes,” exclaimed Joyce! “I was wondering about that. Any
way, do you think Sam could baby sit for my husband and I tomorrow night. Baby
sitters are so hard to find, and when I met your Sam, I just couldn’t resist
asking.”
“You want Sam to
baby sit? I don’t know. Are you sure?”
“I know she smokes,
but that isn’t a problem,” said Joyce. “Frank and I are both smokers too, so
Todd won’t mind.”
“I see,” said
Patty. Well I’ll tell Sam you called and have him get back to you tonight.
Okay?”
“Thanks Patty. I owe you one.”
Patty raised a brow
as she hung up the phone.
“What was that
about,” asked Jim?
“I guess she met Tim
and Sam while they were out trick or treating and I’m not sure, but I think she
thinks Sam is our daughter. She wants Sam to baby sit for her and her husband
tomorrow night.”
“As a girl,” asked
Jim?
Patty nodded and lit
another cigarette. “She even thinks he smokes, or I mean she thinks she
smokes.”
“Why didn’t you set
her straight,” asked Jim?
“I don’t know. I
didn’t know if I should. After what Tim said about that football player, I’m
not sure if we should do anything right away.”
“Of course we
should,” said Jim. “We can’t let people think our son is a girl, especially a
teenage girl. He’s only 12 for crying out loud. And I knew that was a bad
idea about the cigarettes. You and Margie should have known too. It’s just
plain wrong for a 12 year old boy to be walking around smoking cigarettes!”
“It’s not like he’s
inhaling. He’s just play smoking Jim.”
“Well what if he
isn’t? What if he’s doing it for real? Did you stop to think about that? You
know how addictive smoking is? Not that I mind you smoking, but you couldn’t
quit if your life depended on it.”
“Right now I think
smoking is the least of our problems. We don’t even know if it’s a problem, so
we’ll just deal with it if it is. Right now we have to figure out how to get
Sam out of this mess.”
“That’s easy,” said
Jim, throwing his arms in the air. “Just call that Bannister woman back up and
tell her that Sam is a boy.”
“But if we do that,”
argued Patty, “the secret might get back to that David Nelson boy.”
“What? You want him
thinking our son is a girl?”
“I didn’t say that.
But Margie and I talked about this in the kitchen. I didn’t tell you because I
didn’t want to upset you, but I think we need to consider Margie’s idea.”
“Oh? And what’s her
big idea. Does she want us to turn our son into a girl?”
“Not exactly, but
kind of, at least temporarily until we can straighten this mess out on our own
terms, in a way that won’t get Sammy hurt.”
“Okay. I’m
listening. I’m upset but I’m listening. I just don’t see what’s so
complicated about telling the truth. It’s not like Sam tried to trick people
into believinge he was a girl. You heard Tim say that. It was just a
misunderstanding. People will probably think its funny and the whole thing
will blow over.”
“Margie doesn’t
think it will blow over and neither do I. If that boy Sam is with finds out
Sam is really a boy, he might hurt Sam. Wouldn’t you be angry if you were that
boy? What happens if that boy tries to kiss Sam? It won’t be just a little
misunderstanding. This is a life and death situation. Margie thinks we need
to ease out of the situation and I agree with her.”
“What do you mean by
ease out. Are you saying we should tell the truth gradually?”
“No, nothing like that.
We’ll let Sam be Samantha for a while and then we’ll send her away.”
“Send her where,”
asked Jim? “I mean send him where.” He slapped his forehead. “Now I’m
getting confused.”
“We just pretend to
send him away,” explained Patty. “We make up some story about ‘Samantha’ going
to live with one of my other sisters and then ‘Sam’ can come back. Don’t you
see? It could work. People think Samantha is a teenager. But Sam is just a
kid. People will never put two and two together.”
“And you think people
are just going to think our family trades kids like other people trade baseball
cards. I don’t know honey. That seems a little far fetched.”
“Fine then. We’ll
think of something better to say but we’ll play it the same way. We can say
Samantha left the country for some foreign exchange kind of thing. It doesn’t
matter what we say as long as we act like we’re telling the truth. It’s not
like people are going to be thinking we have a reason to lie about it. That’s
why we have to do it gradually. Drop hints that Samantha might be leaving and
not just make her dissapear over night.”
“Okay. I think I
hear what you’re saying and you’re right. It makes sense. We’ll do it that
way. I just hope that David kid doesn’t find out the truth in the mean time.”
*****
“Are you sure my
smoking doesn’t bother you?” asked Sam as he held the Virginia Slim to his
lips.
“No way,” said David
as he offered a light. “I like it when you smoke.”
Sam giggled
girlishly as he playfully blew a puff of smoke in David’s face.
“Do that again,”
urged David.
“What? You liked
that?”
“Yeah, I don’t know
why but yes. Do it again. Please.”
Although he was
naïve, Sam realized the effect he was having on the older boy and it made him
rather proud to warrant such attention and adoration. He took another deep
puff from the Virginia Slim, inhaled the smoke and gently blew it against the
older boy’s face.
David breathed in as
he exhaled and Sam couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in the older boy’s
pants. He’d had quite a few stiffies himself, but nothing like that. Was it
because David was older or was it because the boy was so big? Although he’d
never measured his self, he suspected he was of average size for a boy his
age. David was just on the other end of the scale.
“Are you cold,”
asked David?
“Kind of,” said Sam.
David took the
answer as an excuse to wrap his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Is that
better,” he asked?
Sam purred as he
snuggled into the older boy’s arms. He felt oddly content sitting in the park
with David. Nothing was as it should be; yet everything felt wonderful. He’d
never dressed in women’s clothes, smoked a cigarette, or held a boy’s hand
until today, but here in the park, sitting with David, he found himself
enjoying all three.
Sam took puff from
the cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply while thinking of his mom. So this
is what she feels like when she smokes, he thought. This feels wonderful.
With his free hand, he pushed the fabric of his skirt against the silky slip
while reveling in the exotic friction against the skin of his thigh. He smiled
as he recalled his reflection in his mother’s mirror. His mom had done bang up
job of picking out his clothes and putting on his make-up. The long blonde wig
on his head was the crowning jewel.
He didn’t argue or
put up a fight when his mother suggested he dress up as a mom. After all, it
was just a costume and this was Halloween. At the time it had seemed no
different than dressing up like a pirate as he had done last year. He’d even
worn make-up that year. But tonight was different. Last year he had dressed
as a pirate, but no one thought he was a real pirate and he didn’t feel like a
real pirate. He took a puff from his cigarette and inhaled. This was
different. He felt like a woman.
Every thing had felt
so much different and so much better from the start. Was it the clothes, the
gender, or the perceived aged difference? Sam didn’t know. Perhaps it was
combination of all three.
Try as she had, his
mother had failed to make him look like a mom. A twelve-year-old boy can’t
pass for a woman in her 30s. But still, he looked older. Mrs. Bannister, the
other neighbors, and even David were convinced he was a teenage girl. He
tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the grass and took another puff. He had
smoked in front of adults all night without getting one negative reaction. He
could never have done that as him self, even if he was a teenager. He couldn’t
say why but smoking seemed more acceptable for girls.
He was confused by
the stiffness in his penis. He was excited beyond belief. Was it the
situation or was it David? The older boy was definitely good looking as far as
boys were concerned. He was something of a local hero and any girl would be
thrilled to be on the receiving end of his attention. He could understand a
girl’s attraction for such a guy, even though that wasn’t what he was feeling
now. David was nice but Sam didn’t like him that way, not the way a girl likes
a boy or a boy likes a girl. But he loved being liked by David. It made him
feel special. And that was it, thought Sam.
He took a puff from
the Virginia Slim and exhaled a plume of smoke into the darkness. I feel
special and I love it. For the first time in my life I feel special because
people notice me. Every one likes me as Samantha. I like Samantha, he
thought.
*****
It was almost ten
o’clock when David walked him up to his parent’s mailbox.
“Thanks David. I
had a good time tonight.”
“Let me walk you to
the door.”
“That’s okay. I can
make it from here.”
David disregarded
him, took him by the hand, and led him up the driveway.
Although Sam had
never been on a date before he knew he’d be expected to do something when they
got to the porch. Would David try to kiss him? What if he tried to kiss him
on the lips? Yuck! Maybe he should do something first, like shake hands. But
that would be rude and almost mean. David would think he, or rather Samantha
didn’t like him and he didn’t want to hurt the older boy’s feelings. But he
didn’t want to lead him on either, and he certainly didn’t want to be kissed by
another boy on the lips. That would be just too gross. I’ll kiss him on the
cheek. That should do it. If I kiss him first like that then he won’t try to
kiss me.
*****
“Get away from the
window Jim, or they’ll see you,” said Patty.
“And you don’t think
they’ll see you?”
“I’m not moving the
curtains.”
*****
David closed his
eyes and held his breath as Samantha’s soft lips brushed against his cheek.
Sam giggled
girlishly and wiped at his face with a finger moistened by saliva. “I got
lipstick on you.”
*****
“He kissed him,”
said Jim!
“Shhh! It was just
a cheek,” said Patty. “It doesn’t mean anything. In fact it was pretty
smart. Now he won’t try to kiss Sam on the mouth.”
“Oh my God! Did you
see that,” asked Jim?
*****
David couldn’t let
the night end like that. He’d never kissed a girl that smoked and he had to
know what it was like. And Samantha was like no other girl he’d ever known.
She knew every thing about sports and football. She was a dream come true. He
wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her in.
David’s sudden
movement took Sam by surprise. He fell forward into the older boy’s arms. The
next thing he knew, his mouth was being penetrated by David’s tongue. He tried
to push away, but the Wild Cat’s linebacker was too strong. There was nothing
to do but surrender himself to the older boy’s kiss.
David ravaged
Samantha’s smoky mouth with his tongue as he grinded his erect penis against
the small boy’s hips. He wanted her more than he had wanted any girl in his
life. It was as if she’d cast a love spell on him from which he’d never
recover.
Sam completely
forgot he was kissing a boy. He just knew that whatever was happening felt
good. His hands tightened around the linebacker’s hips and his tongue roamed
joyfully inside the other boy’s mouth. His left leg bent at the knee.
*****
“What’s he doing?
Is he kissing him back? Why doesn’t he try to get away?”
“I don’t know,” said
Patty. “I don’t know.”
*****
They might have kept
kissing if the front door hadn’t opened.
There was the sound
of his father’s voice, clearing his throat, followed by his name. “Sam”.
“Hi Daddy,” said Sam
as he wiped David’s kiss from his mouth.
“Uh Mr. Bronson,”
said David. “I’m David Nelson,” he said, extending his hand.
Jim Bronson wanted
to scream at the big kid or at least kick him in the balls, but he felt his
wife’s hand on his shoulder, holding him back. He reached out and shook the
young man’s hand. “Jim Bronson,” he said.
“Hi dear,” said
Patty, from behind her husband. “Would you like to invite your friend in?”
Before Sam had a
chance to offer, David ended the uncomfortable altercation by saying he needed
to get back home.
“I’ll call you
later,” he said.
“Okay,” squeaked Sam
nervously.
David was about to
walk down the stairs when he turned around and said, “I forgot. I don’t have
your number.”
“You can get it from
information. I called 411 today and they have us listed.”
David smiled
graciously. “Thanks.”
“It’s late Sam.
Come inside now,” said Jim as he pulled his son inside and closed the door.
“We need to talk about what happened tonight. Oh my God! Look at your
make-up. It’s all smeared. What were you doing in the park with that boy?
And you smell like a smoke stack! How much did you smoke tonight? Are you
inhaling? Do you think you’re addicted?”
“I don’t know Dad.
Please stop. I don’t know.”
“Stop it Jim,” said
Patty as she pulled Sam away from her husband and into her own arms. “Can’t
you see he’s in shock? This can wait until after he gets out of his costume
and takes off his make up.”
“It’s not a
costume,” said Jim. “It’s a dress.”
“It’s a skirt and
blouse,” corrected Patty, as she led her son upstairs to change.