Part 5 (2/2)

It was deep night when we reached Uncle Alanas cabin on the way home. Dad was fast asleep. He awoke when the car stopped in the driveway and sat up. The headlights painted the familiar cabin. aMy G.o.d, whoas been driving?a he asked. I guess older people have to exercise an idea awhile before it sticks.

His ambivalence about us became apparent when we settled into the cottage and he a.s.signed sleeping arrangements.

aAlice and I will have the two bedrooms, Timmy. Youall have to sleep on the couch.a aIall sleep with Alice,a I replied, raising my chin.

aWhat? You canat sleep with a girl!a His face reddened.

aI want Tim to sleep with me,a Alice declared firmly. aWeave been waiting for twenty-five years.a I thought Dadas eyebrows would climb past his hairline. aBut youare just a child!a he bellowed.

aIam a virgin child, thatas true, but Iam older than you and I want Timmy tonight.a The exasperated man shook his head and turned to go to his room.

aYouare weird people,a he mumbled before closing the door.

Alice seemed a bit skittish, when we were alone in the bedroom.

aAre you shy about revealing your body?a I asked.

aNo, of course not, not this one. But I would never have let you see my old one. It was a shambles.a aThen why are you so nervous?a aWell.a She hesitated for a moment. aI really donat want to do it tonight, although I know thatas what you expected.a aI antic.i.p.ated it, Alice, but I never expected it.a aSome difference!a she sneered, then sighed. aIall sleep with you naked, Timmy, but Iam afraid of the hurt if you f.u.c.k me. The first time I lost my virginity was very traumatic.a Her eyes widened slightly. aDo you realize that no other women ever lost it twice?a aNo woman has lost it twice yet,a I pointed out. aDonat worry about it. Weall work up to it over the next days or weeks, whatever it takes.a I realized that I was secretly disappointed.

aThatas so sweet of you, darling,a she said, leaning herself against me. aIt was just ghastly that other time with the football player. Joel p.r.i.c.kler was his name. A girl doesnat forget her first man, however poor a specimen. To give you the idea, he thought it was a great compliment when I told him he should drop the -ler. I was fifteen and he was a senior. He had an enormous p.r.i.c.k that might have been wonderful if it wasnat mounted on one.a I chuckled. aYou are nervous.a She smiled. aAm I talking too much?a aOn a subject you never once mentioned before.a aWell, itas been on my mind tonight. 25 years, Tim! I used to dream about sucking you off.a aYou what?a aI would wake up and brush my teeth. Did you ever dream about me?a aAs a matter of fact aa I shook my head. aAlice, letas stick with the present. I have only a boyas c.o.c.k but I do know how to use it, although I wonat tonight.a aIam not s.e.xually attractive, am I, Timmy?a aYouare a flat-chested ten year-old, Alice, although you have a fine looking body otherwise. Youare like Chinese vegetables: not entirely cooked. May I undress you?a aYes, of course. Iad like that. Weall have pleasure tonight, although my body may be too immature to feel the big ones.a aIall give you a big one, before too very long,a I promised as I pulled off her s.h.i.+rt.

Of course her chest was as flat as a boyas, but she was not skinny. She had some heft, though Ritchie had more t.i.t. When I had completely undressed her and laid her on the bed, she was surprisingly lovely. Aside from the chest she was definitely arousing, especially the well-formed legs and hips. The pudendal pad was p.r.o.nounced and the unfledged c.l.i.toris formed a narrow V above the l.a.b.i.al slit. The old man in my head licked his figurative lips. A latent pedophile for females, too?

I undressed as she lay watching me. When I turned to her, her eyes fell to my partly aroused boyhood, then rose expectantly to scan over my whole frame.

aYouare beautiful, Timmy. Is it perverted of me to acknowledge it? Youare only twelve years old.a aAnd youare just ten,a I replied as I stretched out beside her.

Alice fell upon me and kissed my face desperately.

aLetas go all the way tonight, Timmy. Why put it off?a aBecause youare afraid it will hurt,a I answered reasonably.

aThat was only the little girl in me.a She chuckled. aDo you ever feel like two people, Tim, a child, then an old woman?a aAn old man. All the time.a aI, too. Sometimes my two halves have an argument.a aMine, too.a aBut in fact itas fun, isnat it?a aYes, it isa Alice, Iam sure youave enjoyed cunnilinctus. You implied it earlier when you mentioned Tonio. If youare in a hurry, perhaps I could arouse you enough with my tongue to prevent pain or at least reduce it.a aNo, Timmy. I want it to hurt. Do it now.a She pulled on my body and spread her legs.

aYou want it to hurt!a I repeated incredulously.

aI loved Joel, the p.r.i.c.k, with all my heart for the next week until he proved what a selfish one he really was. With you I think it will stick.a aYou think the pain did that?a aI donat know. It might have. Itas complicated. Come on, Timmy. At least I donat think youall split me open so horribly as he seemed to!a But we faced an immediate impediment. A lovely pre-teen p.u.s.s.y lay with gaping l.a.b.i.a before me, but my excuse for a c.o.c.k had not only shriveled, it seemed to be mostly withdrawn into my body.

aAh, Alice a This is embarra.s.sing.a She sighed. aMy old woman is a bit turned off, too, but she knows how to fix your problem.a She rolled up in the bed with youthful alacrity and encircled my hips with her arms and my c.o.c.k with her lips. Her tongue worked me within a suction powerful enough to make slurping noises. It was a curious feeling. This might have been a virgin orifice, but obviously these lips knew how to suck c.o.c.k a” probably from sucking a lot of c.o.c.ks. This was Alice, the demure scientist? Had she been a call-girl on the side?

In a jiffy I was hard as a boy can get.

aThere!a she exclaimed, releasing me. aNow make me truly your woman.a She flopped back and I positioned my c.o.c.k between her silken folds. Her nostrils flared in excitement.

aDo it!a she urged.

I pushed at her, producing only a groan. I jammed it into her and she cried out, but her hymen remained intact. I began to sympathize with monstrous Joel. Grasping her hips and lifting her body to meet my most violent thrust, I finally felt the flesh tear. She screamed in raucous agony. I quickly withdrew and lay beside her, gathering her head onto my shoulder. Her moans became whimpers, then sobs. She kissed me and licked my face and neck repeatedly.

aThank G.o.d thatas over,a she murmured at last.

aIam sorry, Alice,a I said lamely. aYou had a tough one.a aDid I? Iam so glad it was you, Tim. Iall remember you forever.a aEven though you now have two names to remember?a I asked playfully.

aThis time Iall have your name into my old age,a she mumbled as she kissed down my body toward my throbbing c.o.c.k.

The next morning I awoke before dawn, contrary to my usual custom. The reason was a sharp little elbow thrust under my ribs. Light appeared around the window shades, enough to see the sleeping face of my old-new love. Female faces seem transformed when the owners have been asleep for a few hours. They have a vulnerable softness, an infantile roundness, that tugs at the protective instincts. A b.l.o.w.j.o.b from such a face is the more stimulating, perhaps because of its emotional contrariness. Alice had played my meat flute with remarkable skill a few hours earlier. I was sorely tempted to wake her up for an encore, but her soft loveliness inhibited me. More to the point, my bladder was painfully full. I arose and pulled on my clothing.

The birds were just recently astir, and so was my father. He stood at the end of the dock with a pipe in his mouth gazing eastward where the sun would soon appear and proclaim a new day. He saw me coming from the cottage and waited for me.

aBeautiful morning,a he said laconically, and indeed it was. The air was crisp and fresh. The lake lay quiet, disturbed only by the splash of fish and shortly by my falling water.

I voiced my stray thought. aIt would be great to live here.a aNot in winter,a he retorted. aMy brother Alan and I went ice fis.h.i.+ng here one January when we were teenagers. We froze our b.u.t.ts and didnat catch a thing.a We stood silently on the dock and watched the bottoms of distant clouds turn pink and orange. The aroma of his pipe smoke was delicious as burning leaves.

aI guess Iam committed to your story, Tim,a he said quietly after awhile, athat you and Alice are from the future of a different universe.a I said rea.s.suringly, aIt will all turn out okay, Dad. Weall make sure of it.a I chuckled. aThough in fact our reverted minds are most probably not from the same other universe.a He thought about it. aHave you discussed that?a aOnly a little. We have yet to look for differences.a aI see. Have you noticed any differences between your, ah, home universe and this one?a I told him about the paperclips and the bathtub drains. He was very interested in the latter. aBut it saves the plumbers money to locate the drain near the supply!a aDoes it? I would argue that itas six of one and half a dozen of the other. In my universe drain and supply are totally separate systems that run close together only under a small sink. We may even have the healthier arrangement.a He grinned. aDoubtlessly you think Iam displaying a certain provincialism.a aDoesnat everyone?a aSo youare from a science fiction sort of place with s.p.a.ce s.h.i.+ps and death rays?a aSome of that, yes. But the biggest changes will be here on Earth. You know about the Autobahns in Germany. Can you imagine thousands and thousands of miles of such highways crisscrossing America? One of them, Interstate 69, will run right through where our house is now. It will destroy the neighborhood.a aSo they shall build it!a aOh? Where did you hear of interstate highways?a aThey were one of Rooseveltas socialist proposals that the war superseded.a aI missed that one! Then itas ironic that the likeliness of another war, World War Three, was the impetus that finally got the Interstate Highway System off the drawing boards. Your friend, General Eisenhower, who was elected president in 1952, rammed it through. He had been impressed by how much faster the army moved once it reached the autobahn.a aMy friend!a He laughed sarcastically. aAs to house and neighborhood, I wonat miss them. I wish I could afford a better house, but Iam always broke.a aAlice and I can change all that. We know what stocks will rise. Caterpillar for example will surge because of the highways. And IBM is like found treasure today.a aThat may be true, Timmy,a the man exclaimed in resignation and put his arm around my shoulders. aBut I just survive from month to month. I donat have any money for stocks.a aYou probably ought to find some, Dad. In me you have a unique information source. Once before you asked me to explain how I could know the future. Before my Reversion I memorized the New York Stock Exchangeas monthly high and low list for the last half of this decade. Itas almost like having access to tomorrowas financial section.a He took a very long pull on his pipe. aI believe you, which means Iad be a fool not to take your advice. But letas talk about something else. Thereas certainly more to the world than money, and Iam sure youall excel in those important parts of it, but money and s.e.x are what motivate most of us humans.a aIam not an alien, Dad.a aNo, of course not. I didnat mean to imply that. But you are, I must say, very strange. You and that girl. I heard her last night. It sounded like a difficult entry, but then she is just ten years old.a aSheas 67,a I corrected him, aalthough her body is only ten.a aTim, perhaps you see my difficulty with that. You say youare 67 years old and you took the cherry of a ten year-old last night. On the other hand youare a twelve year-old boy and you f.u.c.ked a woman of 67 who screamed like a ten year-old losing her cherry.a I grinned. aIam certain youall get it straight soon. Last night two old people made love. The fact that they occupied young bodies just made it more delightful.a aIt didnat sound like she was in delight. Did she bleed a lot?a aI didnat notice.a aYour mother bled a torrent on our wedding night.a Suddenly he was embarra.s.sed at his indiscretion.

aThatas all right, Dad. Weare both adults.a I touched his arm affectionately. He looked at me queerly and shook his head, but he gave me a light squeeze.

aWhere are we going to put Alice?a I asked. aCan we take her home?a aYou should have thought of that before we took the girl away from her mother. But I have an idea.a I saw the reluctance in his expression. aClara?a He nodded. aSheas rich and has a very nice house. I intend to ask her, in your name, to keep Alice for us, at least until we straighten out this awkward matter.a * * *

aWhereas your father?a Alice came out onto the dock, walking with her legs a bit apart. She still hurt from the wound I had caused.

aHeas gone into the village to make a call.a She breathed deeply and stretched her shoulders.

aItas so lovely here. Can we stay a day or two?a aToday is Sunday, Alice. He has to teach tomorrow.a aWhat about you? Donat you go to school?a aNo. I pa.s.sed the high school exams last week. The school board graduated me. That is, they will when my diploma is printed. Weall have to arrange the tests for you, too. Youall have no problem with them.a Alice sat down on the dock and splashed her feet in the lake water.

aYou look like a little girl,a I remarked as I sat down beside her.

aI feel like a little girl who has been violated.a aWas it so awful?a aYouall never know, Timmy,a she smiled and cuddled to me. aBut Iam the one who asked for it.a aA girl once told me it was like smas.h.i.+ng a boil.a She grunted. aI suppose it varies from one girl to the next. If you want to know a” I wonder if it will make you proud a” you hurt me every bit as much as monstrous Joel.a aI did?a aPerhaps I had grown a bit by age 14. The real difference, Tim, was that you didnat keep pumping. Iall bet no other twelve year-old boy is half so considerate.a She kissed my neck. aI love you.a I pulled her tighter against me. We sat in comfortable silence, listening to the birdsongs.

I remembered my thoughts during the night with her head on my shoulder. aDo you have any ideas about our future, Alice? It just seems to be so awesome.a aI donat think we can do much until our bodies grow a few years older.a aA few years. Donat you remember the first time you were young? A few years then lasted an eternity.a aLetas just enjoy it, Tim. We can experience it this time with adult minds. Iam certain itall pa.s.s much more quickly.a aYes, I suppose. But itall be a daunting task, recreating ourselves. The first time was so spontaneous.a aCanat we just be kids again?a aBut itas not the same. We know too much. Sara and Ritchie were so obvious to me in how far they would go. I was astounded, because I never had an inkling of that the first time around.a aYouare talking about s.e.x again, Timmy.a aBut what else is on the mind of a p.u.b.escent boy?a aI suppose, but ten year old girls donat usually get f.u.c.ked.a aYou wanted me to do it,a I protested.

aYes, of course, darling,a she cooed and kissed my cheek. aBut the female who wanted it last night was much older than ten.a aI feel like a pervert nonetheless.a aSo do I,a she giggled in a girlish way.

aAnd you took no pleasure at all,a I pointed out, dropping my eyes.

aI wouldnat say that.a When I looked up, her eyes were sparkling. She added with a smirk, aI told you: Iave dreamed for years now of sucking your c.o.c.k.a I asked dryly, aWell, Iam glad your dream came true. Was it about what you expected?a aWell, no, it was a good deal smaller than my dreams of it, but Iam sure time will address that point. What was unique, Tim, was the mixture of tastes. Though itas certainly unheard of, I suppose Iam not the first in the history of the world to suck the juice from the c.o.c.k that just ripped through her hymen.a * * *

aThis is Alice,a my father said nervously as we crowded through Claraas doorway, patting the girl on the head. aAs I explained, we retrieved her from a difficult situation in Chicago. And Alice, this is Mrs. Clara Edgeworth.a Alice, too long an adult, bowed very slightly. aIam so pleased to meet you, Clara.a aAnd I you, Alice.a Clara ignored the faux pas. Wearing casual blouse, skirt and ballerina slippers, she might have stepped from the pages of a womanas magazine. That was her trademark, I recalled: every hair in place with makeup restrained and evenly outlined. Even when she and I had worked together to erect a flower trellis in her backyard the previous summer, she had remained crisp, cool and smelling of lavender. She took both of Aliceas hands in hers and gazed at the girl intently. She then turned to me, gave me a one armed hug and kissed my cheek. Perfect teeth gleamed behind her welcoming smile. The more my internal old man saw of her, the more impressed he became. What a remarkable woman! How did she get so rich anyway, given that she had been the wife of a professor comparable to my father? I recalled that a dead soldier was worth ten grand to his wife, somewhat more than two yearsa salary for a professor in 1945.

aCome,a she said, aletas go into the living room and relax.a Alice and I sat on a couch. Dad filled an armchair, and Clara remained standing.

aWould you kids care for some lemonade?a she inquired and headed for the kitchen before we could answer.

aMay I use your phone, Clara?a my dad called after.

aCertainly, Frank,a the woman answered from the kitchen.

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