Her room was on the third floor. It was like the bedrooms where we grew up with a bathroom in between two bedrooms. She locked the door. Mona pulled a red scarf out of her closet and put it over the lamp. She had obviously done this before.
“I’ve thought about being with you. I want to do something, if you’re game?” Mona asked.
“As long as I don’t get tied up, I’m up for just about anything.”
“Oh, goody. I want you to take off everything but your underwear and get on the bed.”
That I could do. I stripped down and lay back on the bed like she wanted me to. She had a couple of pillows propped under my head so I could watch her. She went through the bathroom and left me for a few minutes. I would find out later that the other bedroom was turned into a big closet.
She came back in wearing a trench coat, high heels and a hat. I couldn’t see what was underneath. She went to her stereo and plugged in her phone. She found the song she wanted and turned it on. I heard the pounding piano and drum beat of Randy Newman’s You Can Leave Your Hat On. Mona got set and then began to dance when Joe Cocker’s gravelly voice came through the speakers. When the lyrics said to do it, Mona shimmied out of her coat. She revealed she was wearing a red dress. This was sexy as hell.
Then he said to take off her shoes; she kicked off her shoes. Her eyes were boring into mine. Mr. Happy was about to rip out of my boxers.
When he told her to take off her dress, she flipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and the dress slid off, revealing a matching red set of sexy underwear. All the time the chorus was telling her to keep her hat on, so it stayed in place.
Cheerleaders know sexy. She turned away from me, spread her legs to shoulder width, and folded in half with her legs straight. It was all I could do not to jump off the bed and take her like that.
She got up on the bed and danced over me. She undid her bra and covered her breasts with her arm to hide them. She turned her back to me and shimmied down, displaying her superior butt. Then she dropped her bra on my crotch while the song continued. But she never took off the hat.
With the next verse, she spun around and revealed her firm teenage breasts. The whole time she was driving me crazy with her dance. Then she turned her back to me, again straddling my waist. This time, when she folded in half, her underwear was pulled off her butt. It was stretched between her thighs, hiding her sex.
As Joe Cocker sang the next verse, she lost her underwear and now was just dancing with her hat on. She had trimmed her hair so that there was just a small strip.
As the music approached the end, she shimmied down again, took off her hat, and put it on my head. When the song ended, she kissed me. It was game on at that point. She slid down my body and helped me take off my boxers.
“Nice,” she hissed as I became exposed.
I was so aroused I thought I might burst. She grasped me at the base, licked the tip and smiled at me. She teased me by licking under my sensitive crown. This obviously wasn’t her first rodeo. She knew how to handle me. She then licked up and down my member. When she got to the twins, she licked them all over and then gently sucked each one into her mouth.
She looked me in the eye.
“I want you to just let go.”
I shuddered like a young thoroughbred waiting to jump out of the starting gate. She turned her head, sucked the side of Mr. Happy into her mouth, and slowly went up and down the side. Each time she worked higher up until she was at the top. She then engulfed the top third of my throbbing member. I was in heaven. She was the best I’d ever had. She used her long fingernails to tickle my sack. That caused my hips to jump forward and bury the head in her throat. I watched in amazement as this little girl took me to the hilt.
She popped off my manhood with a huge smile.
“I didn’t think I could take it all,” she crowed.
I just moaned as she did it again. She kept me right on edge for what seemed like forever. I now knew how Suzanne felt when I did this to her. I was getting frustrated and I felt like it was going to explode. She saw my frustration and took pity on me. She got serious about getting me off. I was soon ready and I warned her.
“I’m going to ... AIIIIIIEEEEE!”
She took me to the root again and I unloaded. I felt my toes curl, and somewhere deep inside me, the beast roared. Once I was drained, I flopped back on the bed and collapsed. Mona jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to use some mouthwash. By the time she came back, it was her turn.
She squealed when I grabbed her and pulled her onto my chest. I rolled her over and attacked her tight little body. I took my time and mapped out her erogenous zones. She was sensitive along her jawline, under her breasts, and her nipples were supersensitive. I worked my way down to her sex. I feasted on the tangy taste and ate her until she came. It was time to take this to the next step.
Mona’s best feature is her little derrière. I wanted to take her from behind the first time. I sheathed the beast with a condom and released him to hunt. He found his prey and went to ground. Mona about went out of her mind when I started to pound her. She was a screamer. This wasn’t loving or gentle. Neither one of us were going to last long.
“Oh, Sweet Jesus, you’re magnificent!” I bellowed.
I pulled out and flipped her over. I pulled her legs up and put them on my shoulders. In one motion, I took her again. She was fantastic. She was giving as good as she was getting, and we were both making a lot of noise. When she came, her whole upper torso went pink. I think the giveaway was the scream that about shattered my eardrums. I did my impression of a water buffalo and grunted as the condom filled.
The next thing I remember is hearing, “I think they’re dead,” followed by peals of giggles.
I rolled off Mona to hear a gasp. I looked up to find Kim and Sammie looking at my still-stiff manhood. I got up and went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I remembered a warm washcloth. Kim and Sammie crawled up on the bed, and Mona was starting to come around. She saw me behind her friends.
“I take it he was okay?” Kim teased her.
“He’s definitely good. I think he’d be too much for either of you, so I’ll sacrifice myself to satisfy his needs.”
“So you enjoyed yourself?” Sammie asked.
She just winked at me. I grabbed my boxers, slipped them on under the towel, and got dressed. Kim and Sammie left us alone. We cuddled for a while and then she got dressed to go attend to her party. When we came downstairs, there was a crowd milling around; Luke was among them.
“I should have known it was Dawson,” Luke sputtered, and then stomped out of the living room.
The crowd just laughed. Cassidy and Jim came up to see if I was ready to go. I looked at my phone and it was after midnight. Where did the last three hours go? And I smiled. ‘Stupid boy,’ my pasty white behind!
Chapter 13 – Valentine’s Day Dance
Sunday February 9
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING feeling good. This was the first morning since I left the hospital that I felt one hundred percent. I ran and was showered by eight. I went to the kitchen and could smell the vanilla coffee my mother preferred. When she saw me, she gave me a weak smile.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“I am, but my stomach’s upset. I think it’s the medication.”
“How’s about I make you something bland like oatmeal or grits.”
“I haven’t had grits in years. I think I’d like some,” Mom said.
While Mom and Dad had been gone, Angie had bought a box of instant grits. We’d been eating them for a quick breakfast. I made her up a bowl in the microwave. I made myself a bowl also. We got ready and went to early church.
Angie and I made brunch when we got back. While we were doing that, Mom made cookies for my meeting.
By twelve-thirty, people started to show up. Kendal came early so that we could organize the meeting. I was surprised when Tom Dole brought Tracy. He explained that Kendal had told him what was going on and he was interested to see what we were doing. By one o’clock, everyone was there.