Deliver Me From Evil. Mary Monroe

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Huh? Yeah, I knew that. But not the girls I been with!” he clucked.

      “Do you mean to tell me that I’m your first virgin?” I asked, feeling more special than I thought I would.

      Wade shifted his eyes, then gave me a thoughtful look. “Uh, yeah.” His voice had softened. He even smiled as he sat down next to me on the messy mattress. “You ain’t never done it before? You let me be the first?” he asked, with a proud look on his face.

      I nodded, giving him a shy look.

      “It was kind of good, huh? I think we should do it again. Spread open them legs,” he ordered, glancing at a clock with a Mickey Mouse face on the wall facing his bed. “Hurry up!”

      “Do we have time? What about your mama? What about your basketball game?”

      “My mama is at the nail shop. And that game is over with,” he said, tugging at my panties.

      “It still hurts,” I confessed, making a face and rubbing my crotch. I slapped his hand away.

      “Oh, that’s right. Okay, then,” he muttered, clearly disappointed. He perked up almost immediately. “Suck my dick then,” he suggested, with a shrug, licking his lips.

      I shuddered and made another face. “I never done that before,” I whimpered. Despite what my girls had told me, and what I’d seen in some of the nasty magazines they’d shared with me, sucking dick didn’t appeal to me. I didn’t want anything to go into my mouth that I couldn’t swallow, and I told him so.

      Wade talked me into doing it, anyway. He talked the whole time I was down there between his thighs, my head bobbing up and down like a cork. He told me which way to do it, and which way not to do it. Except for sore cheeks, I wasn’t getting a damn thing out of this dog and pony show. But I did everything I could to keep Wade from realizing that. I grinned like a joker when he squirted everything he had into my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to me.

      While Wade was on his back, hanging off the mattress, breathing through his mouth hard enough to blow out a burning bush, I was quietly spitting his juices onto the floor. Then I swiped my lips with the corner of the sheet, wondering what I had got myself into.

      CHAPTER 14

      “Mama, I’m home,” I yelled tentatively, letting myself in the front door of the second-floor apartment we lived in on Prince Street, in a big, brooding beige building facing another building that looked just like it. There was nothing but plain-looking apartment buildings on our block. From the outside, most of the buildings looked presentable. Some even had an orange, a lemon, or a palm tree or two. But in some, where the stairwells had no lights and the halls that separated the units were so eerie, you could hear the wind howling through cracks you couldn’t see. There was also a sense of despair that seemed to cover our building like a shroud. Some days I got depressed as soon as I opened the front door.

      But not today.

      My neighborhood was located near Shattuck, Telegraph, and Alcatraz, three of the most well-known streets in Berkeley. Shattuck contained a lot of business offices, our main library, and several restaurants and movie theaters.

      Berkeley was still one of the most prestigious college towns in the country, despite that ruckus that the hippies and the demonstrators had caused during the sixties. And, a lot of those activities had occurred on Telegraph and Alcatraz years before my mother brought me into the world, after enduring forty-eight hours of labor.

      Things were fairly quiet in Berkeley now. But the city still had a dark side that could not be ignored. There were a lot of crimes committed on our street, often in broad daylight. Just last week a man down the street had been attacked and robbed in his own garage in broad daylight by two men in ski masks. The thieves had made off with the man’s wallet, his watch, his briefcase, and his new shoes.

      I’d been lucky, so far. I had managed to avoid the pedophiles and other garden-variety thugs that had given our part of Prince Street such a bad name.

      Before I’d left Wade’s house, I’d rinsed out my mouth with warm, salty water, but I could still taste him. Wade had cooled me off, but my crotch still felt like it was on fire. That didn’t bother me half as much as the turmoil that was going on in my mouth. I wondered what kind of nasty-ass motherfucker had dreamed up oral sex!

      Even though where I lived sometimes depressed me, I was glad to be home. This was the only place in the world where I knew I could hide not only myself, but my feelings, too. My parents didn’t bother me, and I didn’t bother them.

      I didn’t know what it looked like inside the other three units in our building, but ours was pretty dull. We had dreary plaid furniture that didn’t match, a goose-necked lamp with a 40-watt lightbulb in a corner in the living room, roach paste on the walls in every room, and carpets so thin, you could see the hardwood floor beneath.

      I peeked into the living room, where my mother and my father were watching reruns of old television shows from the fifties on a nineteen-inch black-and-white TV.

      “Mama, Miss Louise wasn’t home, but I left her roasting pan and the money she wanted to borrow with her son. You remember Wade? He’s a nice boy,” I said, grinning. I had gargled so hard with the salt water and rubbed my lips so hard, they were numb. And, my throat was so dry, it ached when I swallowed.

      “Did you shut that front door?” my father asked, not even turning around to face me. From the back, Daddy’s head looked like a large peanut, and the front of his head didn’t look too much better. Daddy had never been a handsome man. At least not that I could remember. His looks had slid even further down the drain. He looked like a hound dog, and I didn’t know when that had happened, because the last time I took a long look at him, he’d looked all right to me. Unfortunately, Mama was the female version of Daddy. They had been together so long, they now looked alike. As a matter of fact, they’d always looked alike as far back as I could remember. They both had nut brown skin and large, sad, droopy black eyes that looked like they’d just been carelessly dug into their long, narrow faces. Mama and Daddy even had the same kinky gray hair, which they covered in stocking caps every night, when they went to bed.

      “Yes, sir. I did shut the door. And, I would have been back home sooner, but I ran into some girls from my gym class,” I volunteered.

      It had only taken a few more minutes of my time for me to suck Wade’s dick long and hard enough for him to come. But he’d enjoyed it so much, he invited me to stay with him and cuddle on the bed for a little while so he could share his thoughts with me. He made some popcorn and split the last Pepsi in his mama’s refrigerator with me.

      “I don’t tell too many people, because they make fun of me when I do, but I am going to be a big movie and television star some day,” he told me, with his arm around my shoulder, as we lay on the bed. “I play a lot of sports to get in shape so I can do my own stunts when the time comes.” The smile on his face was contagious.

      It pleased me to know that he was ambitious. I smiled, even though there was popcorn stuck to the roof of my mouth. Of all the junk food at my disposal, popcorn was one thing that I didn’t care much about. But in this case, I ate it, anyway, even though half of it was still unpopped, because it seemed to please Wade.

      “Let me get you some more popcorn,” he offered, rising.

      “That’s all right,” I said fast and loud, СКАЧАТЬ