Newport, New York 1972 was just as sleepy a little town as it is today. Despite the simple rural setting, like any other town there were countless stories going on behind closed doors. This was one of them.
***
“You look lovely tonight, Mrs. B.” Kenny said as he walked into the kitchen of his neighbor, closing the door behind him, and as the woman who had let him in rolled her eyes, the young man smiled and followed her over to the sink.
“Your Eddie Haskell act again?” Rose Blakeley asked with a smile as she took the small paper bag from her teenage neighbor and set it down next to the sink. “And what did your mother send you over with now?”
“Tomatoes,” Kenny replied as he watched Rose take the two mason jars out of the bag and set them on the counter before folding the bag neatly and putting it in the drawer.
Rose wondered whether Mrs. Lansing was actually sending things over to her, or even if her neighbor across the way had any idea that so much of her canning efforts ended up in her cupboards. The Lansing family had always been good neighbors and had been especially considerate after her husband had left her three years ago, but Rose couldn’t help but wonder if they knew what their youngest son was up to.
“Well, I guess I can find space for these,” Rose said as she opened the door of the kitchen cabinet and looked at the cans and jars that nearly filled the cupboard.
Kenny watched his neighbor intently as she moved things around. Rose was wearing a faded red and white checkered sleeveless top, with the armholes so baggy that he could have even seen the sides of her breasts had Rose not been wearing a bra, like always.
Rose’s arms were still carrying a bit of the tan that she had gotten over the summer, and as the middle-aged woman reached up Kenny saw the pale color of her skin when the blouse slid further up.
“Did I ever tell you that you have beautiful arms?” Kenny said as he stared at the woman who had to be – what – close to fifty, and marvelled at how well-toned and shapely those supple limbs of hers were.
“Yes, you have Kenny,” Rose said with an amused expression. “Just about every week.”
“Is that why you always wear sleeveless blouses when I come over?”
“Do I?” Rose said.
“Every Sunday,” Kenny confirmed as he watched Rose brush a wayward hair from her forehead as she craned her neck upward to see the top shelf.
The paleness of the underside of Rose’s arm contrasted nicely with the darker outer portion, and as Rose posed there for Kenny his eyes went to Rose’s armpit and the coating of peach fuzz that covered the gentle recess of her underarm.
“I didn’t realize that,” Rose said, although that wasn’t exactly true.
“Do you shave your underarms Sunday nights or Monday mornings?” Kenny asked, enjoying the flustered look that Rose got when he would come out with something like that.
“That’s rather personal, don’t you think?” Rose said as she finally lowered her arm. “Where do you come up with some of this stuff?”
“I dunno. I guess I just say what I think,” Kenny offered. “You shouldn’t shave them at all.”
“Oh, that would really go over well at work,” Rose answered.
“Winter’s coming,” Kenny said. “You’ll be all covered up and nobody would know. That’s what my Mom does. She doesn’t shave all winter. I think it’s my old man’s idea. He likes them European women. You ought to think about it. You would look really sexy.”
“I don’t think so,” Rose replied. “Guess you’ll have to be content with looking at your Mom.”
“My Mom?” Kenny said, making a face. “I don’t want to look at my mother. At least not the way I look at you.”
Rose felt a shiver go down her spine as she went back to making room in the overcrowded cupboard. It was a game that they played, and Rose didn’t know why she went along with it. Loneliness, perhaps. Oh, she knew that the kid was just flirting and teasing her, just like she often did with him.
Like the game they played sometimes at night. Kenny’s bedroom was upstairs in the house across the way, about fifty yards west of her house. Rose’s bedroom faced that way, and they had begun to play out this ritual on occasion.
Rose would leave the curtains open as she got ready for bed, undressing slowly on those nights when she would see Kenny up in his window, looking at her. Kenny used to be wearing only underwear or pajama bottoms, but now he had begun to wear nothing at all.
To Rose’s shame, she had begun to look up towards Kenny, but the combination of her less-than-perfect eyesight, the distance between the two houses, and the fact that the outside of Kenny’s bedroom window wasn’t very clean made it impossible for Rose to see much.
Could Kenny see? Rose often wondered that. Maybe that was why she kept her bedroom window spotless. Since she was on the ground floor, that was easier to do than if it was on the second floor, like Kenny was.
She wanted Kenny to see, inwardly thrilled that a young guy like him would even want to look at a tired old woman like her, even if it was probably just out of boredom. Not much for kids to do around Newport, Rose mused. That was why her two children had moved along as soon as they could – that, and the fact that their father was a drunk and a wife beater, Rose knew.
So Rose kept playing the game, pretending that she was unaware of her young neighbor’s voyeuristic ways, and let him look up to a point. When Rose would take off her bra, she would never be facing the window. That wasn’t a tease on her part, but more of embarassment because of the way her breasts looked without the harness.
Never much to begin with, Rose was well aware and had been reminded of many times over the years by her ex, her small breasts were no longer perky but sagged noticeably, like much of the rest of her, Rose admitted to herself. No sense ruining it for the kid, Rose had concluded, so she let him use his imagination when her bra came off and she would turn out the light.
“What?” Rose said, suddenly aware that Kenny had been talking to her while she was deep in thought. “I’m sorry.”
“I said that if you wanted me too, I could shave you. Your armpits and legs, I mean,” Kenny repeated, the color in his cheeks rising. “Men do that to their lovers a lot. I’ve read about it in books.”
“Oh really?” Rose laughed. “And what book might that have been in?”
“I forgot the name of it,” Kenny mumbled. “I found it in the attic with a bunch of other stuff my old man thought he had hidden.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” Kenny replied. “In the book the man gave the woman a bath, and then he shaved her legs and underarms for her, and then they made love.”
“Sounds like one heck of a book, but I don’t know if a kid should be reading that stuff,” Rose answered, putting the last jar away and closing the cabinet.
“I’m not a kid Mrs. B.,” Kenny said with a trace of irritation in his voice. “I got my draft card last month.”
“That’s right,” Rose said. “I forget that you’re only two years younger than Henry. Time flies.”
“I could read the book to you, if you would want,” Kenny offered. “I could go get it.”
“That’s okay.”
“I would say that I could read it to you over the phone later, but I don’t have a phone in my bedroom like you do.”
“So, I take it that the Bills must have lost today,” Rose said, trying to change the subject. “I heard your Dad yelling this afternoon.”
“Yeah, they lost,” Kenny said. “So what do you think?”
“About what?”
“Me doing that,” Kenny said, fidgeting as he leaned against the counter toward Rose. “Giving you a bath. Shaving your legs and underarms.”
“One of these days I’m going to take you up on one of these crazy things you come up with, Kenny Lansing,” Rose said in a playfully scolding voice.
“Tonight?” Kenny asked. “I’m not just talk, you know.”
“If you think I’m foolish enough to get naked in front of a kid…”
“Man,” Kenny said.
“Okay, a man then. Me getting naked in front of a less – way less – than half my age?” Rose said.
“You let me look at you through the window,” Kenny said, blurting out what had been left unsaid for so long.
“That’s… that’s different,” Rose said, stammering as she moved a couple of steps away from Kenny, until her back was against the stove. “It’s not like you can see anything.”
“I’ve seen everything,” Kenny said in a quiet voice. “And you’ve seen me.”
“No. I can’t. Didn’t,” Rose said. “My eyesight isn’t all that great, and you window needs cleaning.”
“Shit,” Kenny said, and then mumbled an apology. “I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to see how much you turn me on.”
“Kenny,” Rose said, looking around the room like she wanted to bolt out of her own house. “I’m an old woman.”
“No you aren’t.”
“What happened to that girl?” Rose countered. “That blonde I saw you with a lot over the summer? That busty one that works at the Stewart’s in town?”
“Joni?”
“I guess,” Rose retorted. “Whoever she is. Why you would look at me when you have somebody like that around?”
“She’s just a girl,” Kenny said, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You’re a woman. I love you. I always have.”
“Kenny…”
“I’ve wanted you since forever,” Kenny said, talking fast and finally saying aloud what he had rehearsed in his min for so long. “Back when that asshole was still here, I could hear him screaming at you and hitting you, and I used to lay in bed crying, wanting to come over and kill him.”
Kenny looked at Rose, who had a pained look on her face as she looked up to the ceiling, and brought his hands down to his belt. Undoing the buckle, he unsnapped the fastener, and the sound of it echoed in the quiet room. Rose’s eyes came down at the sound, and she found herself watching the nervous teenager as he slid the jeans down his legs and stepped out of them.
His underwear. Rose did a double take when she saw the obscene bulge in Kenny’s tight white underwear. It was as if there was a snake inside of the cotton briefs that seemed over-matched in trying to contain it, and then Kenny was peeling his underwear down.
Rose gasped when she saw Kenny’s penis spring out from his confinement. His cock was hard and it seemed enormous as the long pole swayed in front of him, out of place on the skinny torso of the kid not much larger in stature than she was.
“Look at me,” Kenny said in a voice that was pleading. “Please don’t turn away.”
Almost as if she was wrestling with an unseen force, Rose tried not to look at Kenny, now naked to the waist. His skinny pale legs with the dusting of hair on the calves, and the pale smooth thighs and then his cock. Long and thin and pale, it sprung around lazily in front of the young man as it sprouted from the modest nest of hair above it, and it was so erect that it curved upward slightly, exposing the wrinkled sac and the large orbs in held loosely in the dangling pouch.
“I can’t,” Rose said, biting her lower lip as tears trickled down her cheeks.
“Yes you can,” Kenny insisted. “I want you to see me like I’ve seen you. I know I’m not much to look at, but…”
“No. You’re beautiful. Really you are. It’s not that,” Rose stammered. “I had no idea…”
Had no idea how well endowed you were, Rose wanted to say as she tried to turn away from the kid with the decidedly manly features. Rose had only been with one man before she had been married, and none since, so her experience was limited, but neither of those men were built anything like Kenny.
“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about” Kenny explained, mentally dismissing Joni and Diane as merely sex in the grand scheme of things. “But I’ve never really made love before. Not with a woman. A woman I love.”
***
Rose found herself in her bedroom, and stood like she was a guest in her own house, standing in the doorway as she watched the slender kid with the pale butt go over and close the curtains before clicking on the little lamp by the side of the bed.
“Please don’t,” Rose asked. “The light, I mean.”
“I’ve seen you already,” Kenny said.
“Not like this though,” Rose said, turning and closing the door, turning the latch as she felt Kenny’s presence behind her.
“Yes I have,” Kenny said. “Please don’t be mad. I’ve looked at you though the window.”
“I know.”
“No, I mean other times,” Kenny confessed. “I peeked in at you when you’ve come out of the shower. Other times when you’re naked too. I’ve seen every inch of your body.”
Rose shuddered when she felt Kenny’s hands slid down her arms before beginning to open the buttons of her blouse, his hands trembling just like hers were as he admitted what he had done.
“I’ve seen the little tattoo of the ladybug on small of your back, and that scar farther up,” Kenny said as he undid the last button and opened Rose’s blouse from behind her.
Rose felt naked even though she wasn’t as she recalled how her husband had caused that scar, one of the ones that were visible, but as Kenny kept telling her about her body, she wasn’t upset but relieved.
“Your breasts,” Kenny said as he pulled the blouse off of Rose’s slender shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck. “Your nipples – so big and plump that I’ve always dreamed about taking them into my mouth, and those little dimples on your butt drive me wild.”
Rose felt her bra come undone, and as her breasts eased downward the cups were replaced by Kenny’s hands, which cradled them lovingly in his palms.
“Just like I had dreamed them to be,” Kenny moaned, trying not to rub his cock against Rose’s backside for fear he would cum. “Even better.”
Rose’s breathing was rapid and loud as she looked down and saw her spongy little breasts get kneaded, gently at first and then a little rougher, and Rose leaned back against the lad and let him have his way.
“Between your legs,” Kenny said as he undid Rose’s shorts and let them drop to the floor. “I love it – love how thick and plush your pubic hair looked. Always fantasized that it would be soft to the touch.”
Rose looked down at the pale hand sliding under the worn elastic of her panties, and her knees buckled as Kenny’s fingers raked through the jungle of hair on their way down.
“Omigod! You’re wet,” Kenny gasped as his hand found the hair was not only soft but very moist. “Are you as excited as I am?”
Rose noticed that she hadn’t made the bed, but as she landed on the soft sheets she was just as glad. She was tearing at Kenny’s t-shirt while he was trying to yank down her panties, and while it would have been easier if they had waited, it was as if they were both too crazed to bother with that.
“No,’ Rose whimpered when she saw Kenny start to lower his head between her legs, and with an urgency that was shocking to both of them she pulled Kenny up on top of her, grabbing his throbbing cock and trying to put it between her legs.
“Easy,” Rose gasped as Kenny took his cock from her hand and slid it up and down her wet pussy before starting to slide it in, and although he was as gentle as he could be, Rose still cried out as his cock tore through her long-neglected opening.
“Sorry,” Rose heard Kenny saying as his long manhood kept going deeper and deeper into Rose, reaching areas that no man had ever touched before, and as she writhed underneath the boy her hands were clawing at his shoulders and back while her legs thrashed around wildly.
From the moment his cock went into Rose’s tight opening, Kenny fought not to cum. All of those other times, he had been in control, able to hold back until he was ready. This was different. This was Rose, and she wasn’t some goofy girl he was having sex with, but a real woman. A woman he loved.
Kenny thrust in and out of Rose carefully, but as he began losing control he sped up, moving his cock in and out fast and hard in an attempt to make Rose cum too. She did, a few seconds after he had begun ejaculating inside of her, and as she cried and clawed at him he kept going, thrusting himself into her as hard as he could, and kept going after he had gone somewhat soft.
Rose had come down off of the incredible heights that her orgasm had brought her, an orgasm like she could not recall ever having before, and now she was looking at Kenny’s face, which still had the intensity it had shown while he had made love. Now, moving his still sizable manhood in her even though she could feel he had cum, he continued as he had been doing.
It felt good, Rose had to admit, and even though Kenny was now soft he felt just as big inside of her as her husband used to feel erect. Suddenly, Rose began to feel Kenny getting hard again. Slowly at first, his probing member grew harder and harder, longer and longer, and when he was hard again the two of them began laughing like loons.
This time, Kenny came when he wanted, and not before he had brought Rose to a couple more orgasms of her own. Her pussy was sore, but it was a good ache, and after her last orgasm had made her practically pass out, Rose implored Kenny to cum.
“Cum for me, Kenny,” Rose asked, her hands squeezing his tight little butt as she looked into his eyes. “I want to feel you cum this time. Give it to me, love.”
Rose watched as Kenny’s face began contorting, his boyish features becoming all twisted as his previously slow and steady movement in and out of her stopped, and then she watched as Kenny cried out while his cock jerked inside of her.
“Yes!” Rose cried out as she felt the warmth of his seed spurt deep into her womb. “I feel it. So good.”
Rose’s fingers kept digging into his little buttocks until she felt Kenny go limp again inside of her, and as he delicately pulled his flaccid hose out of her he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
“I really do love you,” Kenny said. “Now more than ever.”
“I love you too, baby,” Rose said, and she meant it as well, as their sweaty bodies embraced.
***
They talked for quite a while, and as they spoke their hands gently caressed each other’s bodies. Kenny spoke about his ambitions; to join the Air Force and maybe become a pilot, and Rose told Kenny about her kids, who Kenny only knew slightly because of them being older.
Rose didn’t discuss her husband, and didn’t have to. Even Kenny had been able to figure it out, and he was just a kid when it was happening. Besides, this night was so special that she didn’t want to ruin a second of it.
“Uh – your thingy is pointing at me again,” Rose said as she reached down and took the long warm prong in her hand and began stroking it.
“I know a place where it would like to go,” Kenny said.
“I’m kinda sore,” Rose said. “Not used to anything down there these days.”
“Especially not one as big as yours is,” Rose added when she saw Kenny pout a little. “I have another place in mind for him though.”
Rose kissed her way down Kenny’s body while she continued to stroke the long staff, and when her mouth reached his cock she let her tongue slide all the way down the underside, from the tip of the mushroom head right down the veined shaft to the very root of his manhood.
I used to love doing this, Rose thought as she let her lips slide down Kenny’s cock until they met her fist which was wrapped around the bottom, back when I used to love the man it was attached to.
Now Rose felt that old joy return, and began working over Kenny’s cock in earnest, her wet and warm mouth taking in as much of it as she good while massaging his balls in time. Rose could feel the pulsating going on inside of Kenny’s member, and the noises he was making in response to her affection excited her as well.
“Rose,” Kenny said, using her first name after having been scolded out of calling her Mrs. B. ever again. “This is really good.”
“It’s supposed to be good,” Rose replied after taking the cock out of her mouth for a moment.
“I know,” Kenny said, groaning when Rose ducked down and took his left ball in her mouth and sucked on it hard, making a loud popping noise when she released it. “But I’m not going to be able to stop – you know.”
“I know,” Rose said just before going back down to business. “And I don’t want you to even try to stop.”
Rose’s mouth went back down on Kenny’s fully engorged cock, the veins throbbing and bulging as her lips went over them. Rose strained to try and get all of Kenny’s arching manhood, but it was too long, so she kept working over all she could handle without choking.
Rose felt Kenny’s balls tighten up as he moaned a warning, and then she felt the surge of his seed racing up the length of his cock while she braced for his orgasm. Rose blocked the initial blast of his ejaculation with her tongue and then let the ensuing spurts coat the roof of her mouth and her throat while Kenny writhed and clutched at the bedding until he was spent.
With a mischievous grin, Rose looked up at Kenny while wiggling his limp dick, amazed at how floppy and big it was even soft.
“You look beautiful like that,” Kenny said as he looked at the little trickle of his cum sneaking out of the corner of Rose’s mouth.
Rose laughed and opened wide, showing the saliva and semen she still had in her mouth, and then wiggled her tongue at Kenny.
“That doesn’t scare me,” Kenny said, grabbing Rose and pinning her down to the bedding, kissing her and letting his tongue slide in and join hers.
***
“I need a shower,” Rose said wearily as she reclined in the bed, her right hand up under her neck while her left arm covered her chest. “And you better be thinking about getting home, shouldn’t you?”
“No, I don’t need to go home,” Kenny said, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning over towards Rose. “And no, you don’t need a shower.”
With that, Kenny leaned down and kissed Rose’s underarm, and when she protested Kenny pinned her arm back over her head.
“I’m all sweaty,” Rose protested as Kenny began running his tongue up and down her armpit, the sensation making her shiver.
“Delicious, and you don’t smell, by the way,” Kenny said as his tongue slid along the bountiful peach fuzz. “You going to let this grow out for me?”
“No,” Rose said with a giggle. “Can you imagine what I would look like?”
“Frequently,” Kenny said. “Well, in that case, let me give you a bath and I’ll shave them for you.”
“All right, wise guy!” Rose said as she climbed out of bed. “Let’s go.”
***
“You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” Rose said as she turned off the tub and swished her hand around to get the bubbles stirred up.
“I told you I was serious,” Kenny said as he sat on the closed toilet lid, safety razor and can of shaving cream in hand.
“Well, this is too bright in here,” Rose declared, unscrewing one of the bulbs of the lights above them before telling Kenny to turn his head while she took off her robe and got int the tub.
“I’ve seen everything you have,” Kenny said as he shook his head. “I think I’ve licked every pore on your body back in bed.”
“That was different,” Rose said. “You were aroused in there.”
“I’m aroused in here too,” Kenny informed Rose, getting up to wag his semi-turgid cock at her before kneeling down again.
“Does that thing ever deflate?”
“Not when you’re around,” Kenny said, grabbing Rose’s leg and propping it up on the rim of the tub. “Your legs aren’t very hairy.”
“Neither are yours,” Rose said.
“Ouch.”
“Well, that’s fine by me for both us,” Rose said. “There’s only a little that grows on the insides of my calves.”
“So I see,” Kenny said as his hands slid along the faint stubble before covering the area with shaving cream.
“Ooh, that feels weird,” Rose said as she watched Kenny slowly run the blade up her leg. “Weird having somebody else do it. And you’re so good at it too.”
“Thank you madam,” Kenny said, and after he did the same with Rose’s other calf he moved up to the other end of the tub. “Now comes the best part. Raise your arm please.”
“This is so embarrassing,” Rose said as she covered her chest with her right arm while putting her left hand behind her head.
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” Rose said as Kenny shook the can of Barbasol slowly.
“You could just let it grow,” Kenny suggested while tilting his head. “For me?”
“I’m way too hairy for that,” Rose said.
“In that case, would you mind putting your other hand down. The one covering your breasts? You always do that.”
“Can’t you tell why?”
“No. I’ve told you that your breasts are beautiful,” Kenny insisted.
“They’re small and they sag,” Rose lamented. “They’re starting to look like fried eggs. When I think of what I must look like, especially when you’ve been used to looking at young girls that that Joni. She has to be a D cup at least.”
“I don’t talk about other girls,” Kenny said. “But don’t compare yourself to other people. Believe me when I say that nobody comes close to you, at least in my eyes.”
“Thank you,” Kenny said after Rose let the arm that had been shielding her chest ease into the tub, exposing what Rose was so ashamed of. “They really are wonderful, you know.”
Rose took a deep breath as Kenny surveyed Rose’s underarm, tracing the long diamond shaped pattern of tiny hairs with his hand before lathering the sloping hollow and sliding the razor through. Kenny repeated the motion a couple of times, watching as Rose’s eyes became glazed and her breathing grew more rapid.
“Other arm,” Kenny said softly as he moved over to the other side, and as he lathered Rose he watched her nipples continue to swell as they had been doing since he had started shaving her underarms.
By the time he had finished, splashing water on Rose to examine his work, Rose’s plump aureoles had blossomed just like they had back in bed, and her already long and fat nipples seemed to be ready to explode.
“There,” Kenny said, leaning forward and giving the smooth surface of Rose’s underarm a long and sensuous lick of approval. “Smooth as a baby’s butt. I think you liked that as much as I did.”
“Dunno,” Rose replied, her face red as she stayed in place with her arm raised. “It was… something.”
“I watched your nipples – your aureoles – while I did that,” Kenny said, and Rose looked down at the crimson blossoms that dominated the small globes. “They swelled so much. Touch them.”
“What?”
“Reach down and touch your breasts,” Kenny urged his older lover. “Caress them. Hold them as I did, and like you do when you’re alone.”
Rose’s hands went down and followed Kenny’s words, taking her breasts and moving them around on her chest.
“They’re sensitive, aren’t they?” Kenny asked, and Rose nodded. “Close your eyes and keep massaging your breasts. Just like that.”
Rose let out a startled cry when she felt Kenny’s hand between her legs, and although her opening was sore Kenny’s hand was tender. His fingers found her clitoris right away, and as he began to rub her softly he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“That’s it, play with your breasts. Feel how hard your nipples are. They feel so good when they’re loved like this. Ooh – that looks so good. You like your tits squeezed hard, don’t you? That’s nice.”
Rose was squirming in the tub as Kenny’s fingers worked over her clitoris, and now she was clawing at her breasts, tearing at the doughy teats as Kenny’s hand and words got more intense.
“That’s it. You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” Kenny hissed as Rose’s legs kicked in the water. “You’re going to cum while you play with your amazing tits and I finger your wonderfully furry pussy!”
Kenny watched as Rose’s eyes went white and her thighs clamped down around his hand, and the scream she let out filled the little bathroom while the little woman thrashed around in the tub, water flying over the sides while her body convulsed uncontrollably.
Rose’s thighs relaxed for a second, but then her body shuddered and shivered again as another orgasm seemed to rush through her body. Several smaller after-shocks followed before Rose fell back into the tub. Kenny grabbed her limp body for fear she was going to go under, and held her upright while she shivered some more.
“You okay?” Kenny asked, concern in his eyes as he looked at Rose.
“What was that?” Rose asked, bewildered and dazed as she tried to get her balance.
“It was incredible,” Kenny answered, brushing Rose’s hair from her face. “You were incredible.”
Rose looked at the young lad beside her and couldn’t help asking him with a laugh, “Who are you?”
“The kid across the way,” Kenny replied. “The one who loves you.”
“Man,” Rose said. “The man across the way.”
Rose let Kenny help her out of the tub on shaky underpinnings, and after he dried her in the full light of the bathroom, Rose sank to her knees. Kenny at first tried to catch her, but she was fine. She had seen something that caught her eye. Something long and hard and looking as if it was needing some love.
This time, Rose took him all. Her lips slid right down the length of this long member, and she hardly blinked when she felt the head of his cock hit her throat. Kenny’s balls were against her chin and her nose was in his pubic hair as she sucked on his manhood.
Rose’s hand kneaded his balls but her lips hardly moved, instead using her tongue and throat in an attempt to siphon his orgasm out of him. Milking his sac roughly, Rose let Kenny’s ejaculation sail right down her throat while she fought the urge to gag until his orgasm was through, and only then did she pull her mouth off of his deflating organ and catch her breath.
“Wow,” was all Kenny could say as he helped Rose to her feet.
“Wow,” Rose echoed.
“Do you think you’ll be okay by tomorrow?” Kenny asked later as he prepared to leave, and Rose nodded eagerly, kissing him one last time before she watched him cut across their yards and over to his house.
How long would this last, Rose wondered as she watched the shadowy figure disappear, but she didn’t want to think about that right then and there. She had just had the night of her life, and while there was no way they could ever top what had just taken place, just realizing that there was a guy who wanted her, and thought she was desirable and attractive no matter what her eyes and head told her otherwise, that was enough for now.
***
As it turned out, that night was only the beginning. Kenny visited often, almost every night he didn’t have to work, and they made love as if they were both 18. There wasn’t anything they didn’t try at least once, and they spent as much time laughing as they did having sex.
It was a clandestine relationship, even though Kenny didn’t necessarily want it that way. He seemed content to let the cat out of the bag, but Rose felt like she would be thought a fool, especially by Kenny’s parents, so they kept it quiet.
As winter arrived the footprints that led across the way to her house might have given a clue, especially when the trail got so deep as the snow built up around it, but eventually spring came.
With it came Kenny’s letter. He hadn’t made it into the Air Force, but he did get drafted and became a member of the Army. Rose hated the thought of Kenny going off like that, but in her heart she knew it would happen some day. He would go off and find a girl his own age.
Still, she put on a brave front when he left, saving her tears for after his father drove off with him to the airport. The Vietnam War was winding down, or so the politicians claimed, so hopefully the war would be over before Kenny got out of basic training or whatever he had to go to.
“I’ll write everyday,” Kenny had promised, and Rose didn’t know why she was surprised when he did, sometimes twice a day.
Then came the day that Kenny got to go home, and when Rose saw him arrive home in his uniform it was all she could do to keep from running across the yard to jump all over him, but she waited.
Finally, Rose saw him cutting across the yard, and she was waiting for him when he climbed the back steps.
“What do you think?” Kenny said after they finally stopped kissing and hugging. “How do you like a man in uniform?”
Rose smiled as she backed across the kitchen towards the bedroom, and although he still looked like a little boy dressing up, there was a man underneath. A man she missed more than anything in the world.
“I like a man out of uniform even better,” Rose chirped as she led Kenny to her lair.
“What have you been doing with yourself without me?” Kenny asked as he started undressing, folding his clothes neatly as he watched Rose tossing off the robe that was all she had been wearing.
“It’s more like what I haven’t been doing,” Rose giggled as she posed provocatively for her lover, her arms raised high to expose the result of her not performing the task Kenny had been doing for her.
“Is that for me?” Kenny said as he slid his hands under Rose’s arms, fluffing up the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep caverns.
“Can’t get any other guys around here to get rid of it for me,” Rose responded as she looked at Kenny’s big grin. “I think it’s a job for a man. Know anybody up to it?”
“Have to think about it,” Kenny answered as he climbed on top of his lover. “I have to admit that I kind of like you like this, all nice and furry, but I’ve got all week to decide, right?”
“You’ve got all week,” Rose replied, wanting to say that he had the rest of his life if he wanted.
***
The week ended so quickly that it hardly seemed fair, but it was over. Rose again watched Kenny and his father drive down the road, and Rose went back to living the life of a woman left alone while her man went off to fight.
Months passed, and Kenny finally told Rose where he was going. The names of these places – they all sounded the same. So out of the realm of her understanding that all she could do was hope and pray.
The letters came, but not as often. Days would go by and Rose would fret, and then a flurry of letters would arrive and brighten her day.
Things were okay, Kenny insisted, but the tone of the letters was different. he sounded weary and depressed. Keep safe, Rose would always respond. I can’t wait until you get back. I love you more than life itself.
Then there were no letters for over a week. Rose couldn’t eat or sleep. The TV was no help. 90 U.S. Soldiers died last week, Cronkite would say. 812 Viet Cong were killed. Every week was the same. How many of these Viet Cong were there, anyway?
Thursday Rose went to the mailbox, and saw it. A letter. Rose grabbed it out of the box and kissed it, cherishing the sight of Kenny’s loopy handwriting and the little heart he always made out of the o in her name.
Rose headed back to her house and almost missed the sight of the black car with the two men in uniform in it as it pulled out of the Lansing driveway. A car with U.S. Government plates on it, and as the solemn men in the car passed, Rose started to cry.
“Maybe he just got hurt,” Rose said out loud, staggering all over the driveway as she tried to think straight. “It doesn’t matter, as long as he’s coming home.”
Rose made it back to the back steps before she lost the tea and toast she had eaten earlier that day, and after she went inside she opened the letter carefully.
Everything was okay, Kenny said. Should be home in a couple of months. I’m staying safe. I love you more than anything.
Same old stuff that she loved hearing. The stupid things his buddies would say and the weird things that happened that he was allowed to talk about. Everything was okay.
Rose kept looking at the Lansing house across the way. Nothing looked different, but then again, what would she expect? It took an hour of watching before Rose got up the courage to go over to Kenny’s house.
It wasn’t like she never spoke to Kenny’s parents. She always asked about Kenny wherever they would run into each other and his Mom and Dad were always happy to fill her in, even though Rose knew as much about what was happening with Kenny as they did.
Now Rose was at the bottom of the front steps of the Lansing house, and she couldn’t make the first step. She kept making false starts and couldn’t get her foot to make the first move.
Suddenly the front door opened, and there was Kenny’s father. The man who liked European woman and grew way too many tomatoes was there at the top of the steps, and he wasn’t smiling. His eyes were red and his lip was quivering, and Rose shook her head no, stumbling backward just before her world went dark.
***
When Rose came to she was on her own couch, with a cold compress on her head. Kenny’s father was standing over her, looking down at her, and then Rose remembered everything that had taken place before she passed out.
“You’ve got a bruise on your forehead,” Mr. Lansing said. “Emma helped me get you over here.”
“I’m alright,” Rose said as she struggled to sit upright. “Thank you so much for – what you did.”
“If you want I can call you an ambulance,” Mr. Lansing said. “Unless you need me to get you to the hospital or something, I guess I should get back over to Emma. She’s taking it hard.”
“No, I understand,” Rose said, the tears coming out as she spoke. “How did it…?
“They said Kenny never saw it coming,” his Dad said. “Although I think that’s what they tell everybody. They’ll be shipping him home in a few days.”
“You have no idea how badly I feel for you,” Rose managed to get out.
“I think I do,” Mr. Lansing said. coming back over to kneel by the side of the couch Rose was sitting on. “You see, Kenny told me – well, let’s just say that when I asked him about you two he didn’t deny it. That was his way. He wouldn’t lie to me but he wouldn’t betray a confidence either. I had suspected it for quite a while.”
“Does Mrs. Lansing know?”
“I have a hunch she might suspect something now, but I’m not sure.”
“I can only imagine what you must think of me,” Rose said softly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I’m not apologizing about it either.”
“I’m not one to judge anybody,” Mr. Lansing said. “When I think of the times long ago that I heard what was going on here, with that – husband of yours, and I sat home and did nothing?”
“You sound just like Kenny,” Rose said, forcing a smile through the tears. “It wasn’t your problem. It was mine. People out here don’t meddle in other folks affairs.”
“Still,” Mr. Lansing said, rising once again and blowing his nose. “Anyway, judging my how happy my kid had been over the last year or so, I would say that you did right by him.”
“A man,” Rose said. “Kenny was a man, and I think we did right by each other. He was the kindest, gentlest and most thoughtful man I’ve ever met. He took a shell of a woman and made her feel alive for the first time. He was just so special.”
“I know,” Mr. Lansing said as he headed for the door, and Rose’s heart broke even more as she saw the slumped shoulders of a man who had always stood so tall.
“What are we even doing over there?” Rose cried out in anger.
“I don’t know.” Mr. Lansing said, pausing in the doorway. “I thought I did at one time, but…”
Kenny’s father shook his head as he stepped out onto the porch on his way back home. Rose got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen for a drink, and as she passed the window she saw Mr. Lansing walking across their yards to his house across the way, using the faint trail that Kenny had used so many times.
It was a path that would eventually fade in time until there would be no physical trace of the route that her young lover had blazed to see her. Whenever Rose would look out there though, and she often did, at least in her mind the path was still there, and so was the fresh-faced young man who, for all too brief a time, made her feel like a woman again.