Five dollars is not any big deal these days but when I was seventeen, back before that insidious tax called inflation had stripped another ninety percent from the purchasing power of a dollar, it was a fortune. I could take Lorna to the movies with cokes and hamburgers after and still have two dollars to put in the milk bottle on my cupboard shelf.

So it was a cheerful me who pedaled up the Matson's driveway even though I knew that the Matsons had held one of their famous parties the night before and there would be one hell of a mess to clean up.

It wasn't as bad as I expected but someone had thrown up in the hall closet and I started with that. It didn't take long and I started to pick up the glasses and paper plates that seemed to be everywhere. Mister Matson came down at about nine o'clock, grinned at me and shook his head. "Some mess, eh Jack?" He swept on through and I heard the garage door open.

Mrs. Matson came down a few minutes later dressed in a housecoat. She was perfectly made up and every hair was in place. I've never seen Mrs. Matson in the least disheveled - even when I'm helping her in the garden.

"Good morning Jack." She said, "I see you've been busy - good boy." She took a box of orange juice from the 'fridge, poured herself a glass and then searched through the bottles I had stacked on the counter until she found one with a few drops left in it.

"And have you had a good week?" She asked as she poured the dregs of a vodka bottle into the OJ and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Yes, Mrs. Matson." I replied. "A very good week. Can I cook you an egg or something?"

"A couple slices of toast would be nice, thank you Jack."

I started the coffee and put two slices of bread in the toaster before going to the laundry room and getting out the big Kirby vacuum.

As I pushed the droning machine around the front room I thought over the previous evening. Lorna had been baby sitting for the Aitkens - twenty five cents an hour - and I had dropped in at bout ten when I was sure the twins would be safely in bed. The Aitkens were at the Matson's party and we knew they wouldn't be home until the wee small hours so Lorna and I had settled down on the front room sofa for a little necking.

For the first time she had let me touch her titties. They were as firm and fresh as nectarines and I got a humungous hard on. She let me unbutton her blouse and slip ber bra' down over the nipple but when I leaned over to kiss it, she allowed me only a few seconds before snatching my head away. "You're a naughty boy, Jack Duncan - mustn't do that."

I went back to gently stroking the heavenly mounds. I unbuttoned my shirt and placed my bare chest against her. She squirmed and mouthed some unintelligible objections but she pressed back against me. However when I slipped my hand under her skirt and placed it on her inner thigh, she pushed me away violently. "You nasty boy - go away." She turned her back to me and wouldn't listen to my abject apologies. "Just go away." She kept sobbing.

What could I do? I got up and headed for the door.

"Stop!" Lorna ran across the room and threw her arms around me from behind. "Don't leave. I didn't mean it. Stay with me. Anything you want."

I turned and placed both hand on the sides of her face. I brushed her lips with mine.

"No. It's better I leave now - but I'll never be far away." I placed my forefinger on her lips. "But some day - -"

She nodded vigorously. Her eyes glistened. "Yes, some day - soon."

As I walked down the driveway I congratulated myself on being so noble but who was kidding whom? If she'd put a finger on me I would have exploded and made an absolute fool of myself; already my undershorts were quite damp.

I suddenly realized I had vacuumed the same carpet three time and shut off the machine. "Anything else, Mrs. Matson?" I enquired.

Mrs. Matson lit a cigarette and squinted through the fresh smoke. "Yes, if you don't mind, Jack. There's a ring in my bathtub and I just spattered some toothpaste on my bathroom mirror."

"No problem, Mrs Matson." I reached under the kitchen sink for the Ajax and a sponge and headed upstairs.

The Matson's main bathroom is really elegant. The bathtub is long enough to lie down in and there's two toilets - well, one regular toilet and some kind of urinal with fancy tap handles and a fountain in the middle. I've never seen anything like it. It took only a few minutes to clean off the ring in the bathtub and I soon had the mirror sparkling again.

I came out of the bathroom into the large bedroom to find Mrs. Matson sitting at her dressing table. She'd changed the housecoat for a filmy yellow negligee which floated down to half way between her hips and her knees as she stood up. Through the translucent material I could plainly make out the dark triangle pointing down between her legs. I stood frozen in my tracks. She butted out her cigarette and walked directly to me. I couldn't move or say a word as she calmly unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt buckle. I had the temerity to spread her negligee and place my hands on her hips as she unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor.

She grinned. "That's the idea."

'Good Lord, don't let me goof this up.' I prayed. 'I need this job.'

Mrs. Matson's breasts were not as firm as Lorna's but they had a softer, comfortable look. I let my fingers touch them and allowed myself be led to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I stood trembling between her legs. I just knew I could not contain myself. She sensed my problem and smiled. "Just close your eyes and count backward from a hundred - take your time."

It worked. Before I got to eighty five I was calm enough to place my hands on her shoulders and force her down onto the bed. I got it in without a mishap and she didn't move as I lay perfectly still while my confidence returned.

"That's good." She breathed as I began pumping in and out.

"Easy there, lover. Let me do this." She put her hands on my butt and began a wave motion with her hips as her hands directed my thrusts. It was wonderful. I got into the rhythm and felt I could go on forever but after a while she said "That's enough."

I didn't want to finish and bore down fiercely with full length strokes but she laughed and reached around to slide her hand down my crack to press two fingers firmly on the base of my erection. I started to come and she laughed again as she rolled me off and slid down between my legs to take me in her mouth. I came some more.

"Thank you, Jack. That was very nice." She said calmly. You better get out of here now, Mr. M. will be back soon.

As I left the room, she called out. "Oh Jack?"

I turned. She had pulled the sheet over her legs, her breasts lay flattened toward the sides and for the first time I saw her hair mussed. She was beautiful - a picture still to dream on all these years later.

"Mr. Matson and I will not be here next Saturday - we're going up to the lake, but you might come by and put some compost around the rose bushes. I left your salary by the telephone. Pick it up as you leave."

As I wheeled my bicycle down the driveway, I looked at the ten dollar bill in my hand. Oh boy, If we skip the movie this week I have enough to buy Lorna that locket she was admiring in Bryant's window. I'd better stop by Allen's smoke shop and pick up a three pack of rubbers too.

A joke that Billy Whipple had told me last week came to mind. 'Better make it a dozen - I might stay all night.'

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