Wednesday as I loaded up the car Nina walked up behind me, “Hey gay boy” and I turned and she threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss that I felt all the way down to the soles of my feet. When she broke the kiss she said, “That’s so you won’t forget me. This time next year you won’t be able to use the jailbait excuse. I’m gonna get you, you can’t get away.” Then she walked away leaving me to contemplate the hard on she had just given me.
The fall term went fast and it was Christmas break before I knew it. I drove home for the holidays and before I even got out of the car Nina was there. I opened the car door and she said, “Are you going to see my mother while you’re here?”
I scowled at her, “That’s none of your business.”
She giggled, “A couple of times when my dad wasn’t home and I knew you were coming over I hid in the closet and watched. I learned a lot from watching you and mom. Stuff that I can use when I get you.”
I just shook my head and said, “Go away Nina.”
I did see Carmen while I was home, several times, and every time I fucked her I thought about what Nina had said, “I’m going to get you” and “I learned a lot from watching you and mom.” A couple of times I even glanced over at the closet and wondered if she was there. The thought that she would be eighteen in January was never very far from my mind.
I was sitting in the Student Union on January ninth and thinking about how I would like to be home with Nina celebrating her birthday. I knew just what I would have given her for her present. I was going to go nuts waiting for Spring Break. On spring break I came home to a surprise – Nina was married. I got the details from Carmen one afternoon while we were rolling around on her bed. A nineteen year old guy had knocked up Nina and he had married her. I was surprised at the disappointment that I felt. It was dumb of me, but in the back of my mind I’d always thought that Nina would be waiting for me. I didn’t see Nina during spring break and when I got back to school I was too busy to even think about her. When I came home in June, sheepskin in hand, I landed a job at a local firm and settled down to start my adult life. I was still living at home until I could save up enough for an apartment of my own, and I was still making the trip across the lawn to see Carmen (I was surprised that I hadn’t worn a path by then). Carmen told me that Nina was working ten hours a day at her husbands parents dry cleaning place and when I asked her when the baby was due she said, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? She had a miscarriage.” She went on to tell me that Nina had told her husband that he could have a divorce because he had only married her because of the pregnancy and he had told her she was nuts. He had married her because he wanted her and that the baby had only made it hard for her to say no. “Surprisingly enough, they seem to be very happy together.”
The summer passed by quickly, what with the new job and Carmen to keep me occupied, and even though I did see Nina a time or two it was always from a distance and we just waved at each other. Even from a distance she looked great and I cursed myself for not taking her when I could have had her. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was in the garage rotating my tires when a voice behind me said, “Hey, gay boy” and I turned and saw Nina. She was wearing a halter top and skin tight jeans and she looked like a living wet dream. I just looked at her and thought about what I had lost by being so pig headed and finally she said, “What’s the matter gay boy, cat got your tongue?”
She reached into her back pocket and took out something and tossed it on the hood of the car. I picked it up and saw that it was her driver’s license.
“Check the birthday gay boy. You can’t use my being underage as an excuse anymore.”
She stuck out a hand and said, “Come on. My parents are gone for the week end and I’ve been waiting for this since I was fourteen.”
“But you’re married” I said.
She broke out laughing and said, “Yeah, like that matters to you. I know of at least one married woman you have been fucking for over two years now.”
She had me there so I grabbed the can of GoJo and cleaned my hands and then said, “Lead on princess.”
I had Nina on the same bed on which I had enjoyed her mother for the last couple of years. I learned that Nina had indeed learned a lot from watching from the closet. She was absolutely fantastic in bed; her blow jobs were every bit as good as Carmen’s, her pussy was just as velvety and as sweet tasting as Carmen’s, but she had a youthful exuberance that Carmen lacked. Nina and I tore at each other for four hours before she told me that we had to stop.
“I’ve got to beat my old man home baby, but if you can fit me into your schedule you can come over to my place any night between five-thirty and seven. You just have to be gone before my husband gets off work. Was I worth the wait lover?”
God was she ever!
For the next six months I visited Nina three and sometimes four times a week. I was still seeing Carmen two or three times a week and between the two of them they kept me pretty much wore out. I had finally gotten my own apartment, but even though Carmen would come visit me I could never get Nina to come over. She said she felt more comfortable doing it in her own bed. And then one day Nina called me and asked if I could come over a couple of hours early the next day. She met me at the door clad in only high heels and led me straight to the bedroom. She was an absolute, insatiable, wanton slut! She fucked me until I couldn’t see straight and then when it was time for me to leave she gave me a long lingering kiss and said, “Sorry lover, but this was our last time.” When I asked her why she said, “Because my husband wants me to try some one new.” She saw the confusion on my face and she laughed, “Like mother, like daughter.” I told her that I didn’t understand and she said, “Do you know why my husband and my father get along so well? It’s because they are cut from the same bolt of cloth. He’s just like my daddy, he likes to stand in the closet and watch as I fuck other guys. And you know what? I get just as much kick out of it as my mother does. I’m going to miss you lover, but remember, you could have had me all to yourself if you hadn’t been so hung up on that age thing.”
That was a year ago and I just found out yesterday from Carmen that Nina and her husband have split up and she is coming home to stay with her folks until the divorce is final. I intend to be the first caller when she gets home and if I have my way she won’t be divorced all that long. Carmen read either my mind or my facial expression and said, “If you do you won’t be able to fuck me anymore, but it hasn’t happened yet baby so lets fuck while we can” and she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I’ll miss Carmen, but that isn’t my biggest worry. My biggest worry is about something that Nina had said, “Like mother, like daughter” and “I get just as much a kick out of it as my mother does.” Was she still going to fuck other guys? Was she going to want me in the closet watching? And would I?