Susan settled into her late morning routine. In shorts, a white blouse pulled up to expose her belly, with her brunette hair set up in neat pincurls, she sat down in the lawn chair to sunbathe. There wasn’t much else to do in this quaint suburban stretch of Mar Vista during the day but sunbathe, eat a Dreamsicle and flip through a copy of Life.
That is, until she saw him.
A tall young man washing a car in Greely’s driveway. Greely liked to hire college boys to wash his truck and do yardwork. She’d seen a succession of them since she’d started housesitting for her cousins, who were vacationing in Europe. Susan and her husband had divorced about a year earlier, branding her as an outcast among her friends. Nice girls didn’t get divorced, according to them. She must have done something wrong.
She hadn’t had relations, as her girlfriends called it, since the divorce, but the sight of the lean boy with a firm young butt caught her attention. She put down her magazine and headed across the street.
He was so involved in the washing the car he didn’t notice her. He leaned over to sponge the hood and his T-shirt lifted up, exposing his belly. She walked closer to get a better look. After all it was a weekday and everyone on the block was at work or school. There was no one to admonish her for acting like a woman of ill repute.
She licked the orange Dreamsicle she’d gotten from the scheming kid down the street selling the contents of his family fridge. Damn, his legs were a mile long.
“Hi! Are you new around here?”
“Yeah, you are new around here,” She walked closer, still licking her Dreamsicle. As he stepped forward to greet her, a splash of soapy water soaked his t-shirt.
“That’s a Southern accent. It’s cute. Where are you from?”
“Where in Texas?”
“What ya doing here?”
“I just came out here to find work as a musician.”
“Oh, well, then honey, you need to go east- to Hollywood.”
She moved closer. He bent down and cleaned the headlights with a rag.
“Where ya staying?”
“No where yet. I’m trying to get money for a motel.”
"I’m Susan. What’s your name?”
“You need to take a break, Tom… Here, have a bite of my Dreamsicle.”
“Don’t worry! I don’t have cooties.”
She put the ice cream bar up to his mouth and he smiled at her before taking a bite.
A bit of ice cream settled on the corner of his lips and she wiped it away. She tossed the Popsicle stick into a wastebasket full of grass cuttings by the car.
“You can stay here with me. I’m housesitting while my cousins are in Europe. I won’t charge you.”
In the bright sunlight, he still had the gaunt look of all tall, lanky boys did as they grew from adolescence to adulthood, gangly, unsure, but chomping at the bit to become a man.
He wasn’t saying much, but he didn’t need to. She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans and bit her lips to keep from crying out. His erection put her ex-husband to shame.
“It looks like you’re almost finished there. Why don’t you come home with me, and I’ll fix you some lunch.”
Corny, but she had to say something to get him away from the car and into her bedroom.
He squeezed the sponge dry, ringlets of dirty, soapy water flinging into the bucket.
“Greely won’t be home til 6:30. You’ve got plenty of time to finish.”
“How do you know?”
“I watch him park his other car every day at 6:35 right in front of the palm tree by his house,” she assured him.
“Come here,” She reached out for his hand. He wiped his still soggy hand on the side of his jeans and slipped it into hers.
She led him across the street and straight into her living room. He didn’t protest.
“Now, honey, let me help you with that,” She bounced onto the couch, just the anticipation of making love again.
“Take care of what?” He seemed genuinely confused.
“You like me, don’t you? I can see that you do,” She rubbed her hand over his crotch. “Haven’t any of your girlfriends told you how incredible you are?”
“I..I don’t have a girlfriend,” he stuttered.
“Oh baby, you mean now. You don’t have one now.”
“I mean, I never had a girlfriend who I, you know…did those things with,”
“Oh honey, c’mere. Those Texas girls don’t know what they’re missing… I’ll be your girlfriend. Come with me.”
She led him into the master bedroom. The king size bed still unmade from a night of tossing and turning, the pillows she kicked still on the floor and an empty Coke bottle on the nightstand.
“I’ll give you lovin honey. I can’t believe you’ve never… its such a shame.”
She peeled off his shirt and smothered his lanky chest with kisses. He relaxed and moaned under her touch.
She pulled her body up. “Take your shoes off baby,” He obeyed.
“But what if he comes back early?”
“I’ll take responsibility for it. I’ll tell him you had to fix my plumbing…”
He laughed out loud. “You’re not like any girl I know in Texas.”
“You even have that accent when you laugh.” Susan pulled off his T-shirt, nuzzling the black fuzz trailing down his stomach. His inexperience gave her license to do whatever she wanted, to take control, without feeling like a whore. She didn’t have to deal with her ex-husband’s demands and just let her feelings flow naturally. It felt strange, wonderful and forbidden.
He returned the favor, fumbling with the buttons on her top.
“It’ll go faster if I do it, honey,” She undid the buttons without taking her gaze off him, dropping her blouse on the floor. When she unhooked her bra, he reached for her breasts. He didn’t speak or make crude comments like her husband. He just looked and wanted.
Sunlight bathed through the glass patio doors that overlooked the backyard. But there was no time to draw the curtains or worry about privacy.
“No baby, wait, I’m not done,” She unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them off. He unzipped his jeans, his erection now impossible to contain. She pulled off the jeans and underwear, not wanting or needing foreplay. It had been too long for her – and never for him. There was no time to waste.
The wetness between her legs overwhelmed her. She slipped her hand around his cock. Just the touch of her fingers on his flesh made him turn harder.
She crawled closer to him. “Your turn,” He hesitated, them nestled one of his fingers in her pubic hair. “Go head. It’s all right.”
He searched for her opening, his long spindly finger brushing down feeling underneath her bush. He didn’t know where to look, but he found it anyway.
“There, right there, Tom… Get on top of me,” She moved to the headboard, propping pillows behind her and spreading her legs.
He moved to face her, his black hair sloping down over his eyes.
“Here let me help you,” She grabbed his cock, guiding it into her opening. If he had been older, more experienced, just the size of him would have deterred her. But his eager naivete dispelled that fear. His cock slid in easy. She was so ready for sex-and so was he—it didn’t matter that he was a virgin and she had gone without for a year. It just happened.
“Let nature take its course,” She squeezed his hips, and wrapped her legs around his.He moved his hips, following her lead.
“Here, baby let me,” She gripped his hips and helped him to get a steady rhythm going. He remained silent as they fucked, except for a few moans as his sweat poured onto her, finally screaming out when he came.
He fell exhausted, on top of her. Susan helped him off. He had no idea of the after-sex etiquette, so it was up to her to orchestrate everything.
She kissed him firmly on the mouth, and he responded with a sloppy attempt at French kiss.
“Ya liked that, huh?”
"Yeah. It feels so good….your..your..”
“…pussy.” She finished the sentence for him. “Thank you honey. You know it’s been a year since my husband and I got divorced. And you are so much better than he ever was. You’re a natural.”
“Take a nap." she said. "It’s only four o’ clock. I’m going to take care of a few things.”
** When he woke up, he had no idea where he was. The smell of her sun tan lotion on the pillow. Then the intoxicating smell reminded him of her skin against his, that otherworldly feeling of his soul leaving his body. To think he had started the day worried about where he would sleep at night and now here he was, rolling around in a big suburban bed with a beautiful divorcee. Who knew that stealing his stepfather’s car and running off to L.A. on a whim would result in losing his virginity only a day later?
A hummingbird tapped at the birdfeeder outside the patio door. Tom stretched his body loose and limber, energized. How easy it had been once he strayed from the pressures of home and school. But how long would it take before they found him? Surely they’d call the police by now and they were looking for the car. Like his Uncle Bill used to say, really good things are usually followed by equally bad things.
** Disheveled but happy, Susan’s perfectly placed pincurls were now a mess. She slipped on her housecoat, a black and pink number that hid her panty-less nether regions and picked up the afternoon paper from the porch. She eyed Greeley’s driveway. No sign of any change- the bucket right where he left it. She scurried inside again. He was fast asleep, his light snores almost chugging out a melody. Well, he did say he was a musician.
"You’re so cute. I wish I could keep you, she sighed, stroking his hair.
He rolled over in bed and opened his eyes.“How ya feeling?” she asked.
“Good,” He sat up and glanced at his watch.
“Maybe I should get back to washing the car…”
“No, no, we still have time. Don’t worry, your stuff is still there. I checked it when I picked up the paper.” A third voice shot through the house.
“Oh, darn! It’s my neighbor Henry. He’s such a pest,”
She brushed the hair out of Tom’s face and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
“Susan, why is there a car with Texas plates in my parking space?” “I’ll be there in a second, Henry..it’s just..”
“I have groceries! I need a space close to my front door…you know I have a bad back..”
“Henry, it’s my…handyman’s car. I’ll have him help you with the groceries, how about that?”
“No! I’ll carry my own groceries. Just have him move the car,”
“Henry, I’m sure it will be no problem.”
“I’m not an old man. I don’t need someone to carry my groceries for me. Have him move the car,” Henry stood his ground, the bald spot in the middle of his Bryl-creemed hair turning red.
Susan sighed. “OK, Henry, I’ll tell him,”
“Tom, you need to move your car. My neighbor’s on the warpath again.”
“Oh, can it wait?” He scooted up in bed.
“I’m afraid not. Henry never lets up til he gets his way. “Susan muttered. “Sorta like my ex-husband.”
“OK.” Tom reached down to grab his jeans, T-shirt and underwear, keeping his torso under the blanket.
“Don’t bother, honey, I’ve already seen it.” Susan flung the covers off him, exposing his skinny, naked body.
“You shouldn’t be so modest,” Susan handed him the clothes. “You’ve got everything a girl needs and then some,”
She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him as he dressed. “I’ll be here when you get back. And just ignore Henry if he gets gruff. It’s just the way he is.”
“That your car?” The short, pudgy man looked like a bumblebee in yellow and black golf shirt.
“Yes. I’ll move it.” Tom kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with the man. He didn’t want any trouble. He just wanted to find another parking space and get back to Susan.
“When you’re done with Susan, I have some yardwork for you. - mowing my lawn, watering the garden.”
Tom pretended he didn’t hear the man. He got in his car, and drove down the street, abruptly pulled back into reality.
The driver of the mail truck following him honked his horn at Tom’s slow-paced driving. The bumblebee man pulled into the parking space in front of Susan’s house. Susan was no where to be seen.
The mail truck driver honked again. Tom tuned left onto Barrington and drove for a few blocks past curb to curb parked cars. He had no idea where he was, how to find parking, or how to get back to Susan’s.
So he drove til he found the freeway exit. And he kept on driving til he was out of the L.A. city limits.
Susan had turned him into a man and given him confidence in more than just his body. He couldn’t go on like a scared little boy, worrying about his Mom and stepfather – and the police- looking for him. He had to go back home, face the consequences – and come back to Los Angeles the right way.
He knew he’d probably never see her again. But he had Greely’s address scrawled on a piece of paper in his glove compartment. And she was across the street, well at least temporarily. Maybe he would look for her when he came back – but, more likely, he would finally let one of the Texas girls know what they were missing. And he already had one in mind.