Got to jot this down quick. In case she backtracks on what she said. Word for word, while it’s fresh. While she’s still in the shower.
Why am I not angrier?
She told me it all in the car. Right where it had happened. The radio pre-set was different, and it all came out from there. She could have easily lied her way out, but she wanted to tell me. She was teary, saying how guilty she felt.
It only happened forty minutes ago. I got back, late, and it was raining hard. I saw her through the misty window, just sitting quietly in the passenger seat on our front drive. The low sounds of an unfamiliar radio station. She had forgotten her house keys so she was sitting in the car until I got back. I said, come on in, and she shook her head. So, I got on the driver’s side to ask what was going on.
A few minutes later, she was telling me. He’d been a perfect gentleman by all accounts, walked her home with his umbrella and offered to keep her company until I returned.
Why am I turned on writing this?
“Tell me everything,” I said after her confession.
“Why? You know now.”
“The detail. Everything. I need to know everything.”
She sighed heavily. “I don’t remember every single thing but…”
***
I was very flattered, embarrassed even. He said he’s always had a crush on me, since the day they moved next door. We were running the engine, so it was toasty, and he’d opened the vodka he’d bought. We were taking swigs, talking, listening to the music he liked. And we watched the rain outside, all cosy inside.
He took his pants off. I must have smiled, or maybe giggled or something, because he then took his briefs off.
He asked me, ‘I’m I bigger?’ and I nodded a bit. I remember I bit my lip. He got really turned on then and began kissing me. Hard, like a young man.
He brought my hand to it and we kind of both rubbed it together up and down, up and down its length.
He stopped kissing me to ask, “So how’d we compare?”
I can’t remember what I said. He was longer and thicker. Heavier.
He was really, really excited, and I was a bit proud of myself.
I had to let go now as he began unbuttoning my blouse. Then I was just in my bra and skirt, and I felt shy. I went to grab the bottle for another swig, but he said I didn’t need it. I was perfect. He reached round to unclasp me, but he was all thumbs, so I did it for him. My eyes shyly met his and he looked like he was in heaven.
“I’ve waited five years to see those. Ever since that pool party, in your red swimsuit. I would have given anything that day to see you naked. But I was just some stupid kid.”
I kissed him now, saying he still was a stupid kid.
“Are you sure?” And he brought my hand back to his thingy and I giggled like I was still at school. He was definitely a man down there. He was feeling my breasts at the same time. He said I had the most perfect, pert titties he’d seen on a girl. I was a girl, not a woman, or wife. To him, I was a girl. I felt like a girl around him.
Then we were working on putting the seats back and he was on top of me. Sucking my hard nipples. I felt his hands tug at my skirt and I sighed as he slipped of my panties, so they were loose around my ankles. I was naked, and I felt so naked. Like he could see every inch of my nakedness.
I was nervous my bottom half would disappoint his imagination. But he said how pretty I was down there, all tidy and smooth. He called it my lady-garden. I remember looking down then, as he’d stopped fondling my breasts. He was ‘lining up’ his thing to go inside me. He gave me a look and I nodded breathlessly.
He went slow but it still hurt. He kept saying how tight I was, it was incredible for him, but I was so wet that he could slowly stretch me and put more of him inside me. Then it began to feel nice. He asked me how if felt. I said I felt ‘full’. He asked if it felt better then with you. I think I just moaned more.
But he asked again, “Does he fill you up?”
I told him you couldn’t.
He came first but kept going. Somehow, he was still hard like rock. Then I came and he was still going and I don’t know what was happening because I couldn’t stop coming.
Afterwards, he tried to kiss me some more, but I told him to go before you got here. He asked if we could do it again. I didn’t say anything.
***
The shower is off now. Finished washing him off her. She is in a new skirt, new bra and nothing else. I go up to her and drop my pants in front of her. My modest little soldier saluting her. I want her to see me. Compare me. I want to feel as naked as she felt. She looks down at my penis, surprised. I think I, perversely, hoped to see disappointment in her face. But it was just confusion. I hand her my notes.
“Read this to me, word for word.”