Liked Alice. A nice neighbor.
Her brat, Clyde, on the other hand….
Well, it didn’t matter what I thought. I was stuck.
No babysitter that night.
Work crisis. She had to go back in. Rather late.
“You’re a dear. He’s been fed and is taking his bath. Just get him in bed and watch TV.”
“When?…”
“As soon as I can.” She darted out.
I listened. Distant splashes. A gurgling drain.
Had to face him.
Deep breath. This will pass.
Then, there he was – dried but not clad. PJ pants in one hand.
Cuter than I thought. Trouble, I reminded myself.
Spotted me but kept coming.
“Your mom’s gone back to work. Some emergency, she says.”
“She always says that. Here, help me with these.” He passed me the flannel.
“Here, in the hall?”
“Good a place as any.”
I bent. Stretched out the waist. Waited.
Pricklet caught my eye. I jiggled the pants, “Come on. Step in.”
One foot tested the opening. The other. At last, I could raise the garment and cover temptation.
Not to be. The imp wiggled himself – yes, that part – into my left hand then my right.
Giggled like a boy being touched for the first time. Ha!
Tried to stop that nonsense. Held the elastic and reached back. You know, not to be threatening or anything like that.
But the way he moved, my hand strayed to his bottom.
Bright idea: Tickle his tiny hole through the cloth.
Oops! He giggled even more.
Grew desperate. Slid under and kinked a finger into the right place.
He squealed and pushed back.
I stopped. He didn’t.
Me, bold: “If we’re going to be serious about this, I’ll get some oil.”
He: “You’re the one who was being silly. That’s why I had to laugh.”
He practically smirked, “I’m always serious about my butt.”
“How would I know?”
“You would’ve if you started where you are now.”
“Dynamic, aren’t you? Gosh!”
“Thermodynamic, my tutor says.”
“When?”
“When his finger’s all the way, dumb-dumb.”
Then I knew he knew what he was up to. I hastened. Olive oil. Where’s she keep it?
He saw my glistening result and turned.
The part I wanted to peruse, by Nature uptilted, was right there.
Grabbed the little demon. Jerked him into the nearest room. Evidently his, from all the mess.
Sat down nearest the door. He landed tummy down you-know-where. In slid my daring digit. Felt around the least bit. Gave a twist.
Heard him yawn.
“Am I boring you?”
“You could bore me a lot better with your dick.”
“Lagging, am I?”
“Jeeze, at least get two in. My patience is wearing thin.”
“You’re only eleven years old.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Smart-mouth, I ought to spank you.”
“Why haven’t you already? Or are you just slow?”
I dithered. Reached for the oil. Slathered my hand and whacked noisily a few times.
Deadpan, he looked back, “What kind of a warm-up is that?”
I lit into the spank, popping each boy-butt part one good one after another.
The area pinkened.
Something stiff was poking my thigh.
He kerplunked to the carpet when I stood.
Off-with-…I thought of Alice in Wherever-It-Was…the Queen rendering judgment…about my clothes. Didn’t want to disobey a royal command.
Well-stripped, full-risen, I loomed.
Spaniel-brown eyes opened wide at the sight.
I slicked what I had to offer.
He rolled. Spread his legs.
I saw. I lay. I came.
He conquered.
Let me tuck him in.
Around midnight, Alice let herself in. Found me dozing on the sofa.
Must have tiptoed to check the boy’s room.
I wakened.
She thanked me with a buss on the cheek.
Alice bade me “Good night,” the bottle of olive oil not quite behind her back.
A nice neighbor.
Liked her.
A lot.