So, if you've read my recent account about how I met the lady on Spring Street, I won't go over all of the details again. Suffice to say that it happened a long time ago and provided my then 18-year-old self a glorious introduction to the wonders of sex.
I met the lady on Spring Street on a Saturday afternoon when I was subbing for my kid brother on his paper route. In my earlier account, I referred to her as Mexican, although I later learned that she was actually Cuban and her name was Carmen. She had met her husband years before when he was in the Navy. They married, moved to the states and eventually ended up in their 3-bedroom ranch style house on Spring Street, just blocks away from where me and my kid brother Jimmy lived. For reasons explained in my earlier account, my first visit to the Spring Street house was a bit rushed, when events were interrupted by the arrival home of Carmen's daughter, Grace.
Grace sat next to me in my Spanish class, and I definitely had the hots for her. She, in turn, seemed to just barely tolerate my existence. It probably didn't help that on my first and only date with her, I clumsily let my hand fall from her shoulder to her breast in a dark movie theater. She protested loudly, stomped out and hadn't spoken more than a few words to me since.
My second visit to see the Lady on Spring Street was much better planned than my first. This time, I called in advance to make sure that she would be alone and that we would have a couple of hours of uninterrupted time to get to know each other better. She suggested Sunday afternoon. Her husband would be busy with his weekly golf game and Grace was scheduled to play in a soccer tournament across town. I had unfinished business with Carmen. My sexual initiation of a week ago had been about as complete as any 18 year old kid could hope for, but I was nevertheless looking forward to that magic moment when I could slide my hardness deep into her. I could only imagine what that would feel like and now, I was about to find out.
I knocked on the door at the appointed hour using the ornate brass door-knocker molded in the shape of at upside down pineapple. It was only many years later that I learned the significance of that symbol. The door was unlocked and slightly open, and I heard Carmen's voice coming from the back of the house.
"Come in Billy. I'm back here getting ready for you."
I followed the sound of her voice to the back bedroom. She was seated in front of a mirrored dressing table combing her long black tresses. She was fresh from the shower and smelled of lilac. She was covered in a long white terry-cloth robe which had fallen from her crossed legs as she sat there brushing her hair. On the bed behind her was a black lace bra, matching panties, garter belt and sheer black nylons.
"Give Mama a kiss Billy," she said, as she swiveled around on her padded dressing table stool. Her long silky legs, still crossed, were fully exposed and her robe had fallen open to expose the tops of her breasts. Little Billy took notice as well and began to strain against my BVDs. As I leaned in to press my lips against hers, I felt her fondle me through my pants.
"I see you're happy to see me," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Despite our prior intimacies, I couldn't suppress the blush. She just smiled and kept fondling me.
"Billy, I know you're here to complete what we started last time, but before we begin, I have a favor to ask you."
"Sure, I said, anything."
"Last time was so nice. I told my older sister all about it. Her husband died 5 years ago and she has no one right now. She lives 2 houses over and I would like to do something for her to make her happy. Do you understand what I am asking Billy?"
I shook my head no.
She just smiled and took my hand. "Come with me Billy."
I followed her into the next bedroom. It must have been Grace's room judging from all of the posters and paraphernalia on the walls typical of a young teenage girl. Sitting on the edge of a single bed covered in white frilly bed linens was an older, much plumper version of Carmen. She looked to be in her late 40s. She had large breasts, generous hips and thighs and was thick around the middle. In today's parlance, she would be classified as a BBW. She was a large woman, yes, but it all worked for her. That is to say, everything looked to be in perfect proportion. She was dressed modestly in a belted dress. I could tell from her silky calves that she was wearing hose or pantyhose. Like Carmen, she too had large dark eyes, full lips and an inviting smile. Carmen spoke to her in Spanish. I didn't understand a word of course, despite my two semesters of high school Spanish.