were
all in shock, and no one was in the mood for talking, but I remember how sexy
she looked in a black dress. She looked too young to be a mother of a nineteen
year old girl.
“Here,”
I said to Lyn and gave her a key. She looked at me with a surprised look on
her face. “I fixed your stove, remember?”
“Thanks,
mwah,” Lyn replied, blowing me a playful kiss, then she turned towards her mom
and said, “Mom, you look gorgeous. Sorry I’m late, but you know Joe is a lousy
driver.”
Joe
got out of the car first and greeted Lyn’s mom. “Mrs. Brooks, so nice to see
you.”
“Joe
darling,” she said and gave him a kiss. “How are you, sweetheart? I missed you
this summer. You didn’t come visit us in Connecticut?”
“I
will make it for Christmas.” Joe replied.
“Santa
baby” Lyn whispered to Joe as she was going to welcome her mom, who she hugged
and kissed.
“Nice
tan, Marilyn,” Mrs. Brooks said while holding her daughter’s hand and stepping
back to look at her.
“We
were in the Hamptons. It was great,” Lyn replied. “You should come with us
next weekend.”
“Your
dad will be here in a few days,” her mom said.
“Dad
is coming to New York?” Lyn seemed surprised.
“I
will tell you all about it later, darling.” Mrs. Brooks turned her attention
to me. “Richard,” she said as she walked closer to me.
I
was still leaning against the car as she called my name. I was taken by the
view of her and Lyn. They looked like sisters. When she came closer, I stood
up straight and took my hand out of my pocket to shake her hand. She opened
her arms and gave me a hug, and she kissed my cheek. The kiss landed just
under my right ear.
As
she pulled away, she looked at me and said: “Would you be my date tonight?”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Lyn screamed at her mom. “Knock it off! Come on! The guys were leaving.”
“I’ll
pick you up at eight, and we will go dancing,” I replied in a teasing tone.
“Good
I brought my dancing shoes,” she replied.
“You
are grounded tonight,” Lyn said in a serious tone but jokingly.
Mrs.
Brooks laughed, looked at Lyn, and said, “Lighten up, little girl I was just
kidding.” She gave me a wink.
I
winked back and smiled and started thinking what a delicious fantasy it would
be if it came true. Lyn cut my fantasy short as she pulled her mother up the
stairs as fast as she could. “Bye, guys. See you tonight. We are still going
for dinner and drinks, right?”
“Definitely,”
I answered.
“Hey,
let me help you with the bags,” Joe offered.
Lyn
just shook her head. I climbed into the back seat as I watched Lyn and her mom
climb the steps leading up to the front door. Joe looked at me and said: “You
have keys to her apartment?”
“Drive,
dude,” I said, ignoring his question.
“What
would you want her keys for? Don’t tell me you sneak into her room and put on
her underpants, you pervert?” Joe said, while ignoring the road and looking
straight at me trying to break me down.
“My
name is Richard, and I love wearing woman’s panties,” I said, and we both
laughed.
West Village
As
soon as Joe dropped me off, I took a shower, and I dressed in a t-shirt and jeans,
took my iPad, and went out for a cup of coffee. Five minutes later, I was just
across the street from Starbucks at Hudson Street. I stood outside, trying to
resist the urge to keep walking on towards Grove Street. The sweet evening
warmth wrapped around me, reminding me of Lyn’s mom’s hug and kiss. Her scent
lingered on and on and I was so tempted to see her again. Not knowing what I
was really doing I kept walking towards Lyn’s house.
It
is never a bad idea to take a walk to nowhere in this part of town. It’s a
village within one of the busiest cities in the world. It gives you a sense of
relief from the craziness of city life. In the early seventies, my parents met
in the village,
all in shock, and no one was in the mood for talking, but I remember how sexy
she looked in a black dress. She looked too young to be a mother of a nineteen
year old girl.
“Here,”
I said to Lyn and gave her a key. She looked at me with a surprised look on
her face. “I fixed your stove, remember?”
“Thanks,
mwah,” Lyn replied, blowing me a playful kiss, then she turned towards her mom
and said, “Mom, you look gorgeous. Sorry I’m late, but you know Joe is a lousy
driver.”
Joe
got out of the car first and greeted Lyn’s mom. “Mrs. Brooks, so nice to see
you.”
“Joe
darling,” she said and gave him a kiss. “How are you, sweetheart? I missed you
this summer. You didn’t come visit us in Connecticut?”
“I
will make it for Christmas.” Joe replied.
“Santa
baby” Lyn whispered to Joe as she was going to welcome her mom, who she hugged
and kissed.
“Nice
tan, Marilyn,” Mrs. Brooks said while holding her daughter’s hand and stepping
back to look at her.
“We
were in the Hamptons. It was great,” Lyn replied. “You should come with us
next weekend.”
“Your
dad will be here in a few days,” her mom said.
“Dad
is coming to New York?” Lyn seemed surprised.
“I
will tell you all about it later, darling.” Mrs. Brooks turned her attention
to me. “Richard,” she said as she walked closer to me.
I
was still leaning against the car as she called my name. I was taken by the
view of her and Lyn. They looked like sisters. When she came closer, I stood
up straight and took my hand out of my pocket to shake her hand. She opened
her arms and gave me a hug, and she kissed my cheek. The kiss landed just
under my right ear.
As
she pulled away, she looked at me and said: “Would you be my date tonight?”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Lyn screamed at her mom. “Knock it off! Come on! The guys were leaving.”
“I’ll
pick you up at eight, and we will go dancing,” I replied in a teasing tone.
“Good
I brought my dancing shoes,” she replied.
“You
are grounded tonight,” Lyn said in a serious tone but jokingly.
Mrs.
Brooks laughed, looked at Lyn, and said, “Lighten up, little girl I was just
kidding.” She gave me a wink.
I
winked back and smiled and started thinking what a delicious fantasy it would
be if it came true. Lyn cut my fantasy short as she pulled her mother up the
stairs as fast as she could. “Bye, guys. See you tonight. We are still going
for dinner and drinks, right?”
“Definitely,”
I answered.
“Hey,
let me help you with the bags,” Joe offered.
Lyn
just shook her head. I climbed into the back seat as I watched Lyn and her mom
climb the steps leading up to the front door. Joe looked at me and said: “You
have keys to her apartment?”
“Drive,
dude,” I said, ignoring his question.
“What
would you want her keys for? Don’t tell me you sneak into her room and put on
her underpants, you pervert?” Joe said, while ignoring the road and looking
straight at me trying to break me down.
“My
name is Richard, and I love wearing woman’s panties,” I said, and we both
laughed.
West Village
As
soon as Joe dropped me off, I took a shower, and I dressed in a t-shirt and jeans,
took my iPad, and went out for a cup of coffee. Five minutes later, I was just
across the street from Starbucks at Hudson Street. I stood outside, trying to
resist the urge to keep walking on towards Grove Street. The sweet evening
warmth wrapped around me, reminding me of Lyn’s mom’s hug and kiss. Her scent
lingered on and on and I was so tempted to see her again. Not knowing what I
was really doing I kept walking towards Lyn’s house.
It
is never a bad idea to take a walk to nowhere in this part of town. It’s a
village within one of the busiest cities in the world. It gives you a sense of
relief from the craziness of city life. In the early seventies, my parents met
in the village,
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